Post by The Ox on Apr 5, 2011 21:45:37 GMT -6
Is a life worth living if nothing productive is happening in that life anymore? If someone is no longer a positive influence in anyone's life, is it better for that person to be dead and no longer using up the Earth's resources? How does someone that once mattered to so many... become so irrevelent that if he disappeared off the face of the planet, no one would really notice or care?
The Ox, formerly known as X Dude, pulls his red corvette into the parking space of the small post office of the even smaller town in central Illinois. The car, like its owner, doesnt look as new as it once was. Chips and scratches here and there, plus a film of dust from the local silo, where the new corn crop is being stored, gives the car a dull look.
The Ox steps out and breaths in the country air. For the last five years... the years since he retired from wrestling and fell off the radar of the entire wrestling world... he has lived in this small town. Some would speculating he was hiding. Others might say he was running away from his problems and his past. But none of those people could know what has been going through his head, nor the demons that have surfaced in his life... demons more scary than anything he ever faced in the ring.
As he walks into this post office for what he knows will be the final time, any that are watching will notice the limp. A limp that has been getting progressively worse as the time has past over the past couple years.
He goes to his P.O. box and opens it with the key, pulling out the mail that was stuffed in it and starts to go through it.
The Ox: Bill... bill.... magazine I didnt order... bill... Letter from ICW.
The Ox piles the stuff up and heads back out to the car. He climbs in and opens the letter from ICW.
Dear ICW alumni,
ICW is proud to announce the Insane Rumble, April 18th 2011. Be there
-Dave Dangerously
The Ox rolls his eyes.
The Ox: Another year... another ICW comeback attempt.
He tosses the letter on the empty passenger seat, throws the vette in reverse and pulls out on High street. He rolls down the window, even as the air provides an uncomfortable chill, as he drives around the small town once more.
As he cruises by watertower and the high school for a final time, his mind starts to wander.. he starts to verbalize his thoughts to himself.
The Ox: Maybe I should give it one more go.
His eyes veer down to the letter from ICW laying there.
The Ox: I have nothing left here. I thought retirement and trying to live a normal life would be good. But all I did was become an after thought... to the wrestling world first and then to the people I cared about here next.
He drives down the road, slowing down as he passes the fire department, before going over the railroad tracks.
The Ox: Maybe its time I matter again. Maybe its time to show everyone here that doubts me and what Im capable of.
Passing the empty corn fields on both sides.. the feeling inside him of wanting to compete again starts to grow
The Ox: Yeah. Its time to get out of this town and become the person I once was.
He looks down at himself. He feels the ache in his right foot. He sees the extra pounds. He frowns.
The Ox: This is going to be a challenge. I need to get the skills back that I lost. I need to get in shape. But I have time.
He looks again at the date on the letter.
The Ox: Five months. I can do that.
As he hits the left turn signal to go on to the entrance ramp to I-72, he looks back on the town and the people that had meant so much to him. With a bit of a lump in his throat he turns around and focuses on merging into traffic as he heads East. On the radio Rascal Flatts "Im moving On" starts to play as the scene fades.
5 months ago
The Ox, formerly known as X Dude, pulls his red corvette into the parking space of the small post office of the even smaller town in central Illinois. The car, like its owner, doesnt look as new as it once was. Chips and scratches here and there, plus a film of dust from the local silo, where the new corn crop is being stored, gives the car a dull look.
The Ox steps out and breaths in the country air. For the last five years... the years since he retired from wrestling and fell off the radar of the entire wrestling world... he has lived in this small town. Some would speculating he was hiding. Others might say he was running away from his problems and his past. But none of those people could know what has been going through his head, nor the demons that have surfaced in his life... demons more scary than anything he ever faced in the ring.
As he walks into this post office for what he knows will be the final time, any that are watching will notice the limp. A limp that has been getting progressively worse as the time has past over the past couple years.
He goes to his P.O. box and opens it with the key, pulling out the mail that was stuffed in it and starts to go through it.
The Ox: Bill... bill.... magazine I didnt order... bill... Letter from ICW.
The Ox piles the stuff up and heads back out to the car. He climbs in and opens the letter from ICW.
Dear ICW alumni,
ICW is proud to announce the Insane Rumble, April 18th 2011. Be there
-Dave Dangerously
The Ox rolls his eyes.
The Ox: Another year... another ICW comeback attempt.
He tosses the letter on the empty passenger seat, throws the vette in reverse and pulls out on High street. He rolls down the window, even as the air provides an uncomfortable chill, as he drives around the small town once more.
As he cruises by watertower and the high school for a final time, his mind starts to wander.. he starts to verbalize his thoughts to himself.
The Ox: Maybe I should give it one more go.
His eyes veer down to the letter from ICW laying there.
The Ox: I have nothing left here. I thought retirement and trying to live a normal life would be good. But all I did was become an after thought... to the wrestling world first and then to the people I cared about here next.
He drives down the road, slowing down as he passes the fire department, before going over the railroad tracks.
The Ox: Maybe its time I matter again. Maybe its time to show everyone here that doubts me and what Im capable of.
Passing the empty corn fields on both sides.. the feeling inside him of wanting to compete again starts to grow
The Ox: Yeah. Its time to get out of this town and become the person I once was.
He looks down at himself. He feels the ache in his right foot. He sees the extra pounds. He frowns.
The Ox: This is going to be a challenge. I need to get the skills back that I lost. I need to get in shape. But I have time.
He looks again at the date on the letter.
The Ox: Five months. I can do that.
As he hits the left turn signal to go on to the entrance ramp to I-72, he looks back on the town and the people that had meant so much to him. With a bit of a lump in his throat he turns around and focuses on merging into traffic as he heads East. On the radio Rascal Flatts "Im moving On" starts to play as the scene fades.