Post by TLS on Feb 6, 2014 12:42:28 GMT -5
The muffled sounds of a man and woman shouting can be heard as a young boy about 8 years old is sitting in the corner of a small apartment building with his hands over his ears. Tears start to well up in his eyes and slowly start to trickle down his cheeks. The boy has spent to many nights crouched in the corner as his parents argue and fight.
In the adjacent apartment, an Asian family of 4 are sitting at a dinner table. The walls are thin and they can hear the shouting get louder, they hear the woman scream frantically from the other apartment but they continue on with their dinner.
Back in the apartment, the boy is no longer crouched in the corner. The door to his parents bedroom is open, his mother, her face black and blue, is crouched in the corner , his father is laying in a pool of blood. The boy is standing with a knife in his hands
Soon the sounds of police siren will get closer, they will take the boy away and after multiple evaluations and tests, it is determined the boy is emotionally unstable.
The boy becomes a ward of the state after his mother is deemed unfit to care for the boy.
In the first couple of months, she would visit him frequently, but those visits turned into phone calls, which turned into letters. After 1 year, the boy hardly heard from his mother. The last correspondence he received was that she had met a new man, she was in love and she was moving with him to another state. She said that the son reminded her of the horrible things that happened to her and the only way for her to move on with her life was to start a new one. She wished that things were different but she couldn’t even make herself meet the boy face to face to say goodbye. She never said goodbye.
“And how did that make you feel?” The court appointed psychiatrist Dr. Fulla , readjusts his glasses. “Or how does that make you feel?”
“It made me feel worthless, useless. I was lost.” I reply.
“But you were eventually able to put your life together…”
“Yes.”
The Dr. pulls out a file and opens it, he reads something then looks up at me. “So then why are we here?” he asks.
I let out a sigh, “ I should ask you the same question.”
The Dr. chuckles, “that was a rhetorical question. We’re here mr….ah… can I call you TLS?”
“Sure.”
“We’re here because you want to keep custody of your daughter. We’re here because the state does not think you are quite ‘together’. Frankly Mr. TLS, after going over Dr. Shultz’ files on you, I must say that you’ve lived quite a remarkable life. But he also believed that you have anger issues that will always need to be repressed. That you will need an outlet for that anger. I believe Mr. TLS that you need to be here because your daughter can end up like your father if we don’t find a way..ughhhh”
I grab him by the collar before he can finish his sentence. “I would never do anything to hurt my daughter.”
I release him and he lets out a wimpy cough. “in Dr. Shultz’ notes, he talks about you being a wrestler. Have you thought about that?”
“Thought about what?”
“Wrestling! Have you thought about getting back into wrestling?”
I laugh. “Wrestling? My body is beat up from all the abuse I’ve endured in the ring over the years. Wrestling is not what it used to be. Nowadays these young wrestlers are too concerned about getting a reaction from the crowd and being popular rather than winning a match against their opponent.”
The Dr. pulls out a flyer from his jacket pocket. It is a flyer advertising a wrestling event on February 3rd, 2013 in the River Valley High Gymnasium at Three Oaks Michigan. The name of the organization is OCW.
“OCW?”
------------------------- 3 Weeks Later ----------------------------------
The wrestling scene is not what it used to be. The OCW is not what is used to be. I just had a face to face with dean and signed a contract in a toilet stall it was pretty uncomfortable. Dean told me that my first opponent would be someone by the name of Young Talon. He told me to walk around and introduce myself to the new wrestlers. He told me that they would be excited to meet me. But his words were further from the truth. These wrestlers need to be taught respect.
Back in the days The cockroaches would never dare to come out into the light, let alone speak up and walk around with airs about them. I guess in this OCW the Roaches are allowed to roam free. I’ll make sure I make it a point to squash them when I get the chance.
The first cockroach goes by the name of Young Talon. I was offended at first when dean offered me this match. I wasn’t sure if this was a woman, or a young man who hadn’t reached puberty yet. Either way, the match is signed so I’ve got to show up.
Young Talon doesn’t recognize my name, doesn’t know my accomplishments. He/She/It doesn’t need to know what I’ve done, all Young Talon needs to know is what I will do. Young Talon doesn’t need to go on google or youtube to find out what I’m going to do. It will be more fun when it’s a surprise. Pain Young Talon-pain is what you will experience. After I’m done with you, you will have wished Dean would have flushed my contract down the toilet.
Let me introduce myself to you. My name is TLS and it was nice to have known you Young Talon.
In the adjacent apartment, an Asian family of 4 are sitting at a dinner table. The walls are thin and they can hear the shouting get louder, they hear the woman scream frantically from the other apartment but they continue on with their dinner.
Back in the apartment, the boy is no longer crouched in the corner. The door to his parents bedroom is open, his mother, her face black and blue, is crouched in the corner , his father is laying in a pool of blood. The boy is standing with a knife in his hands
Soon the sounds of police siren will get closer, they will take the boy away and after multiple evaluations and tests, it is determined the boy is emotionally unstable.
The boy becomes a ward of the state after his mother is deemed unfit to care for the boy.
In the first couple of months, she would visit him frequently, but those visits turned into phone calls, which turned into letters. After 1 year, the boy hardly heard from his mother. The last correspondence he received was that she had met a new man, she was in love and she was moving with him to another state. She said that the son reminded her of the horrible things that happened to her and the only way for her to move on with her life was to start a new one. She wished that things were different but she couldn’t even make herself meet the boy face to face to say goodbye. She never said goodbye.
“And how did that make you feel?” The court appointed psychiatrist Dr. Fulla , readjusts his glasses. “Or how does that make you feel?”
“It made me feel worthless, useless. I was lost.” I reply.
“But you were eventually able to put your life together…”
“Yes.”
The Dr. pulls out a file and opens it, he reads something then looks up at me. “So then why are we here?” he asks.
I let out a sigh, “ I should ask you the same question.”
The Dr. chuckles, “that was a rhetorical question. We’re here mr….ah… can I call you TLS?”
“Sure.”
“We’re here because you want to keep custody of your daughter. We’re here because the state does not think you are quite ‘together’. Frankly Mr. TLS, after going over Dr. Shultz’ files on you, I must say that you’ve lived quite a remarkable life. But he also believed that you have anger issues that will always need to be repressed. That you will need an outlet for that anger. I believe Mr. TLS that you need to be here because your daughter can end up like your father if we don’t find a way..ughhhh”
I grab him by the collar before he can finish his sentence. “I would never do anything to hurt my daughter.”
I release him and he lets out a wimpy cough. “in Dr. Shultz’ notes, he talks about you being a wrestler. Have you thought about that?”
“Thought about what?”
“Wrestling! Have you thought about getting back into wrestling?”
I laugh. “Wrestling? My body is beat up from all the abuse I’ve endured in the ring over the years. Wrestling is not what it used to be. Nowadays these young wrestlers are too concerned about getting a reaction from the crowd and being popular rather than winning a match against their opponent.”
The Dr. pulls out a flyer from his jacket pocket. It is a flyer advertising a wrestling event on February 3rd, 2013 in the River Valley High Gymnasium at Three Oaks Michigan. The name of the organization is OCW.
“OCW?”
------------------------- 3 Weeks Later ----------------------------------
The wrestling scene is not what it used to be. The OCW is not what is used to be. I just had a face to face with dean and signed a contract in a toilet stall it was pretty uncomfortable. Dean told me that my first opponent would be someone by the name of Young Talon. He told me to walk around and introduce myself to the new wrestlers. He told me that they would be excited to meet me. But his words were further from the truth. These wrestlers need to be taught respect.
Back in the days The cockroaches would never dare to come out into the light, let alone speak up and walk around with airs about them. I guess in this OCW the Roaches are allowed to roam free. I’ll make sure I make it a point to squash them when I get the chance.
The first cockroach goes by the name of Young Talon. I was offended at first when dean offered me this match. I wasn’t sure if this was a woman, or a young man who hadn’t reached puberty yet. Either way, the match is signed so I’ve got to show up.
Young Talon doesn’t recognize my name, doesn’t know my accomplishments. He/She/It doesn’t need to know what I’ve done, all Young Talon needs to know is what I will do. Young Talon doesn’t need to go on google or youtube to find out what I’m going to do. It will be more fun when it’s a surprise. Pain Young Talon-pain is what you will experience. After I’m done with you, you will have wished Dean would have flushed my contract down the toilet.
Let me introduce myself to you. My name is TLS and it was nice to have known you Young Talon.