Post by skyehill on May 1, 2020 22:02:51 GMT -5
In the distance a telephone rings unanswered, a mother is in the kitchen cooking breakfast, as her five-year-old daughter tugs at her t-shirt. Meanwhile, her husband sits at the table clueless to the chaos around him and a teenager eagerly scrambles out the door with his i-pod blaring in his earphones.
Twenty years earlier
The same women, nineteen years old, exhausted, sweaty and full of life, proudly holds up the OCW championship belt. This is her moment, her hard work and dedication has paid off she is proud, ecstatic and accomplished.
Back to current day, one hour later.
The kitchen is cleaned, the house is now empty and the mother with a quiet moment, relieved attempts to catch her breath. The telephone begins to ring once more. A somewhat familiar number appears on the caller id however it is unknown.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is Skye Hill available?”
“Speaking.”
“Ms. Hill would you be interested….”
“It’s Mrs. West and no, I don’t know how may times I have to tell you I don’t own that car anymore and I do not want to extend the warranty and you need to remove me from the call list.”
“Wait, wait, I am not a salesperson, I am calling to offer you a spot in OCW’s Manifest Destiny 2 the winner takes home a cash grand prize.”
“Thanks, but I am not interested that was my life a long time ago, I am married with children now.”
Later that evening, around nine thirty, Skye Hill puts her daughter to bed, she looks at her watch and glances at the door once more before locking it. Night falls and dawns breaks, her husband has still not arrived home, its is now five in the morning and the door creeks open, her dissolved husband attempts to sneaks in and heads straight for the bathroom.
“Where have you been?”
“Oh…Honey, your awake?”
“Of course, I am awake, you didn’t come home last night and not even a phone call.”
“I am sorry I got tied up at the office, you know how we have been working on this major project.”
“Do you really expect me to believe that you were working at the office all this time? I am finished being naïve. For two months now you have been aloof and distance, I am tired Craig, I am tired of putting on a happy face, lying to the kids, and doing all the parenting while you go off to work and then God knows what.”
“Things have been really busy at the office…”
“Is that why you smell like stale cigar smoke and whisky, just be honest with me, after 17 years together I think you owe me that.”
“So, we finished late and then the guys and I decided to have a drink or two and then one thing led to another and I ended up sleeping at the office.”
Craig goes to embrace his wife and as he does so the ceiling fan wafts the air in Skye Hill’s direction, that is when she smells the unfamiliar sweet smell of a perfume. At that moment, suspicion becomes reality. There are no more doubts or questions, the truth is clear.
Twenty-eight hours later. Craig carried out the last of his three suitcases and backed it into his Audi SUV, he hugs his daughter goodbye as tears roll down her check, their teenage son stood quiet and cold as he sees his father off. Skye Hill grabbed both of their children and held them closely.
“Everything is going to be alright, do not worry we are going to be just fine.”
The weekend past and once family of four transitioned to a family of three. Skye Hill knew that as long as the couple was separated, and not officially divorced child support or alimony were integrity based and not court ordered. Monday morning after she saw the kids off the school, she made a phone call.
“Hi, this is Skye Hill not West and I would like to take you up on offer.”
The phone call went on as Skye Hill and the man on the other line worked out the details. About thirty minutes after she hung up the phone reality set it. She thought to herself.
“It has been twenty years since I have been wrestled.”
She glanced at the roster. She barely recognized any of the names on the roster and those she was familiar with were because her son had once admired them when he was younger and still watched wrestling events.
“Chelsea McClair, well at least my first match is against another women. Craig may have broken my heart, but not my spirit, not my spunk and if there is one thing, I have done through all these years it is maintain my figure and stayed in shape.”
Skye Hill started off small that day, punching bags, weightlifting, moon salt on the trampoline and squats lots of squats. When the kids arrived home from school, she put away the training to cook dinner and help with homework. If there was one thing, she was determined to restart her career and stay true to her commitment to her children.
Three weeks went by and the training came easier, she stopped thinking about Craig. It wasn’t until Saturday night when there was a knock at the door. Craig slurred as he banged on the front door.
“Skye, let me in, I messed up, I made a mistake…I love you.”
He had seen her promo on television her, she looked great, amazing at that, she looked like a woman who had no fear, full of confidence, and life.
She ignored his cries and turned the porch light off to leave him in the dark.
“Skye…please. Please, Skye…just give me another chance”
Craig knocked and pleaded for a while longer until he gave up and went home. She realized that their marriage had ended long before the affair. She did not need him and the only reason he wanted her now was because she was making her way back to the top.
She enjoyed glass of dry white wine, Craig always preferred red. For the first time in two years Skye Hill slept soundly that night. The next morning, she woke up five came early. She had breakfast ready before the kids woke up and saw them off to school flawlessly. Neither one complained, argued or mentioned dad that day. She felt satisfied a feeling she had not felt since her career in OCW and a feeling she knew she would feel again, and Manifest Destiny was just the beginning.
Two week later, Skye stood in the ring, she remembered why she started wrestling in the first place. Her passion had been suppressed but not lost. She fell in love again a love she never felt with Craig, a love of the sport, a love of the adrenaline and an acceptance she longed for and missed. At that moment she knew that moment she knew Chelsea McClair was only an obstacle, a roadblock that stood in the way of her success and her ability to provide for her family.
“It seems like only yesterday I was on top of the world, I had everything, but I wasn’t satisfied, then in a one instance it all went away fell apart, but I was not sad, angry, yes, but not sad. Then a phone call and flash back to what I was before Craig made me realize that I am and will be great again. If I can overcome a loveless marriage and a cheating husband, I can overcome Chelsea McClair. I have trained, studied and am now in the best shape of my life. I must win; I do not have a choice. I have a family to provide for, children to support, and food to put on the table. I refuse to accept help from someone who betrayed me. I will rely on myself and myself alone, is it a coincidence I received a call after twenty years to come back and wrestle? I do not believe in coincidences, I believe in fate and fate tells me I will prevail and beat Chelsea McClain, and the next opponent to come along after. Not only is it a matter of ego and self-worth, I am not just doing this for myself I am doing this for my children. A person works hard for themselves, but a mother is unstoppable when she works for her children.”
She takes a deep breath and soaks in the arena, the empty seats that will be filled in less than three hours. She pictures the fans, her children in the stands, and is content. There is no doubt, no hesitation, she is that nineteen-year-old who with the championship belt around her waist. She is that independent, eager, and sexy woman. She is Skye Hill and she is amazing!
Ten o’clock on a Sunday evening, Skye Hill reads her daughter a bedtime a story. A story of a young women who once was and now is a champion.