Post by Super Tiger on Jul 17, 2020 7:39:51 GMT -5
I woke up incredibly early this morning, sliding out of the bed in the hotel room I shared now with my fiance. Holy hell it still feels like a dream. Fiance. Charlotte Haliday is going to be my wife. I turned on my phone, low, to listen to music while I packed up our bags. Went into the bathroom to get ready for the day, as you do. Jesus wept, my neck looks like I really was hanged. Yikes. That'll go away. That won't be a constant reminder of tonight. Of how I failed to capture the CHAOS championship.
That match didn't, admittedly, go as I had planned. I talked a LOT of shit going into it about how my size would be the determining factor. How my opponents wouldn't be able to overcome my sheer height, weight, and strength advantages. Boy all that did was get me thrown over the rope first, left to dangle there until I blacked out.
No. I may not have captured a title belt last night, but I captured something even more important. More special. Something truly one of a kind. I captured the heart of Charlotte Haliday.
Our relationship started off strange, sure. A lot of shit talk. Four people pinning her because all she did was disparage us for weeks before that fatal Five Way. But we found one another in our love for competition. Our fierce attitudes were like fire and gasoline, and holy shit do the two of us burn bright.
I left the hotel room for my run at 5 a.m., like I always do, regardless of time zones or where I am. Two miles today. Taking it easy, since breathing isn't exactly coming smoothly. Talking is worse. I return from the run, stopping at the convenience store next to the hotel. I get a cup of coffee. A newspaper. Slowly walk back to the room as I drink the bitter black fluid in the cup, flipping through headlines that, admittedly, do very little to incite happiness in anyone these days. But there, on the Sports page, exactly where I thought I'd find it, is a picture of her.
"Charlotte Haliday Retains Title at WWR's Return Show... and Gets Engaged?!"
The picture is of me on one knee, holding up that ring, tears in my eyes. Charlotte's hands over her face, crying herself. I'm clipping this. I have to. I don't know if anyone got a color photo of the moment, and I'm not one to let memories slip by if I have a way of preserving them forever. With a smile on my face, and pride in my heart, I head back to our room. I enter to see the bed is empty, but I can hear the shower is on. I smile to myself, toss the empty cup in the trash and lay the newspaper on the table.
I make the short walk over to the bathroom, stripping silently before knocking softly and stepping inside, closing the door behind me.
"Good morning beautiful. Sleep well?"
That match didn't, admittedly, go as I had planned. I talked a LOT of shit going into it about how my size would be the determining factor. How my opponents wouldn't be able to overcome my sheer height, weight, and strength advantages. Boy all that did was get me thrown over the rope first, left to dangle there until I blacked out.
No. I may not have captured a title belt last night, but I captured something even more important. More special. Something truly one of a kind. I captured the heart of Charlotte Haliday.
Our relationship started off strange, sure. A lot of shit talk. Four people pinning her because all she did was disparage us for weeks before that fatal Five Way. But we found one another in our love for competition. Our fierce attitudes were like fire and gasoline, and holy shit do the two of us burn bright.
I left the hotel room for my run at 5 a.m., like I always do, regardless of time zones or where I am. Two miles today. Taking it easy, since breathing isn't exactly coming smoothly. Talking is worse. I return from the run, stopping at the convenience store next to the hotel. I get a cup of coffee. A newspaper. Slowly walk back to the room as I drink the bitter black fluid in the cup, flipping through headlines that, admittedly, do very little to incite happiness in anyone these days. But there, on the Sports page, exactly where I thought I'd find it, is a picture of her.
"Charlotte Haliday Retains Title at WWR's Return Show... and Gets Engaged?!"
The picture is of me on one knee, holding up that ring, tears in my eyes. Charlotte's hands over her face, crying herself. I'm clipping this. I have to. I don't know if anyone got a color photo of the moment, and I'm not one to let memories slip by if I have a way of preserving them forever. With a smile on my face, and pride in my heart, I head back to our room. I enter to see the bed is empty, but I can hear the shower is on. I smile to myself, toss the empty cup in the trash and lay the newspaper on the table.
I make the short walk over to the bathroom, stripping silently before knocking softly and stepping inside, closing the door behind me.
"Good morning beautiful. Sleep well?"