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My Mecca
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Topic Started: Feb 23 2016, 02:36 AM (86 Views)
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Aries
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Feb 23 2016, 02:36 AM
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Traveling back and forth between the coasts was extremely difficult to mentally process. One week you're in Mexico, getting superkicked, leading you to wake up in the back of a volvo, the next your in North Carolina getting knocked out, leading you to waking up on a locker room floor thinking you still have a match to go fight in. But every so often The PRW Hype train rolls right through your home and you feel an obligation to do something about that. To the viewers at home and those with tickets to Blackout, they're well aware that Sean Aries is pretty much walking into a death trap that very well may solidify the end of his time in the business. The Stoned Kodiak on the other hand, had sought out a higher power to ask for strength and their blessing going forth into battle.
Given his name, it's no question that Sean is familiar with how Greeks and Romans had multiple Gods to help explain the powers and mythological manifestations of their blossoming cultures. Hermes, Poseidon, Artemis, and of course, Ares. To the west it's portrayed as a fictitious series of stories that feels trite compared to their mythological son of god who turned water into wine and paraded around with a whore. You see, Sean wasn't a man of the cloth, no matter what sect but he still believed in a sense of higher power, and one that is in itself considered to be an endearing force in the one thing Sean is most passionate about outside of wrestling. While the Greeks had Zeus and Dionysus, Sean had names such as O'Reilly, Richard, Orr, Howe, and the two men who's bronze likeliness stood emblazoned at The Wells Fargo before him.
As stated before, with Blackout just a few nights away, Sean felt blessed to spend time with his father and daughter prior to hitting the road again. Catching an overtime goal from Gostisbehere from his favorite bar wasn't based in luck for him, it was happenstance. So what does one do when he feels his back's to the wall and he needed some sense of guidance now that Emily wasn't there to shove some logic into his head?
He goes to the altar and seeks out those he worships.
Jones: Hey so.. it's pretty cold..and... I'm really bored...would it be okay if I went in and tried to pawn off a good bit of what's left in the trunk to locals? I mean.. this IS a wrestling hotbed after all, come on Cassie you have to agree with me here, you know finances and shit.
Rial: Do what you want Nebs, just.. let him do this. If I give you 10 bucks to go buy an amish pretzel will that shut you up? Hell, don't even buy the pretzel, just pocket the money and go do whatever it is you do when we're not looking.
Jones: Find someone to copyedit my Agustin Gates/John Bane Bromance fiction?
Cass just stared a hole through Nebraska, head tilting with a minor look of disgust and shame. Shoving a twenty into her chest before pushing her out of camera shot and walking towards Sean. Aries knelt before the statue in his Schultz sweater, muttering to himself before going deathly silent, his head down, hands clasped at his head. Cassie felt a bit unnerved, but still worked up the courage to crouch next to Sean and be inquisitive. Sure this ritual to anyone else may look a bit... excessive, but Cass had taken a strange interest in Sean's mannerisms, it was kind of awe-inspiring to see a bit of humility and humbleness from him.
Rial: Hey so.. I don't know hockey? You're.. going to have to explain this one to me.
Sean sighed, his concentration broken as he lifted his head up, keeping his gaze focused up on the statue, but Cassie's question seemed to have unraveled a history lesson out of Sean, who merely spouted off without even flinching an eye in her direction.
Aries: In 1965, this city was gifted with a music executive named Ed Snider, who's friend and business associate took him to a hockey game in New York. The Rangers were playing the Bruins, and he thought to himself. "This is something the City of Philly could get into." Two years later, the NHL had an expansion, extending it's grasp in the US to six different cities sprawled out across the country. The California Seals, The Los Angeles Kings, The St. Louis Blues, Minnesota North Stars, The Shittsburgh Penguins, and... The Philadelphia Flyers. There was a time prior to the expansion where The Philadelphia Quakers and Pittsburgh Pirates existed, but that was long before the NHL was the dominant league and both are seen as a do-over type thing.
Cassie just narrowed her eyes and kept listening, Sean didn't seem like he was about to stop so what else could she do?
Aries: But it wasn't until 1972 when Philadelphia started to earn this identity, all because of one man who shaped the entire mentality of the team. Cassie, you may not understand this and that's okay. Not many people do, but this is home to me. The only way to get respect from someone is to beat it into them around here, and that's just what Dave Schultz did. Fighting has always been a part of this sport but Philly? We made it a winning tactic. We'd pummel other teams into submission and use that to an advantage. We're not a place of Champions and glory, we're mean, we're gritty, and we take pride in every single little battle we win regardless of how dirty it was. We don't have much in regards to sports but this team Cass? Sweetie it means everything to a lot of us. This is a philosophy passed down from my grandmother to my father, then to me, and you better be damn sure Gracie can name the current roster by jersey number. So why are we here?
...Because there are days I honestly feel I embody this history. I spent the first half of my career trying to embrace this high flying style that never meshed well with me. I remember getting my ass kicked so badly one night that I went back to my hotel and didn't realize I had could only see out of my right eye. I looked in the mirror and I told myself the same thing Ed Snider told Fred Shero after St. Louis pummeled and beat down my Flyers in 1970..
"We're never letting that happen again.
Sean looked down at the ground and sniffled, trying desperately to choke up and keep going, without letting Cass see him so defenseless.
Aries: So I changed, I adapted this strong-style that's been all about brutal shots and trying to legitimately knock out my opponents. It wasn't about the finesse and grace of the sport, it was about the grit, and the brutality. Just like Philly. I've won titles when people said I wouldn't, and I've overcome a LOT of fucking odds to get to this point in my life and right now? All I want to know is what do I need to do to evolve and adapt again. I'm not stupid, I know Sunday is going to be something that can shift my entire career towards an early finish but I don't want it to be that way. So that's why were here. So I can get Bobby and Bernie's blessing and hope that they somehow give me an idea of what I need to do to get passed these two Duck Dynasty looking fucks who for some reason, just don't want me here. The last thing I need in my life is a reason to look my daughter in the eye and say "Dad just couldn't compete anymore. Not with the new talent". Who wants to go out like that? A career ending injury I can deal with but not being able to compete because I can't keep up?
Sean choked back again, staring Cassie dead in the face, tears visible as he tried to re-calibrate his senses
Aries: .. This is when she'd tell me that Sunday is my moment. She'd say something like "Sean, this is your chance to be Bernie Parent in game six against Boston. This is your chance to make that amazing 2010 comeback, this is your chance to be Keith Primeau in 5th Overtime and make history. This is your chance..
Sean stops, his hand covering his eyes for just a moment to wipe away those feelings starting to get to him, quickly changing the subject to the other thing bothering him.
Aries: I fucking miss her. I didn't think I would this bad after Mexico but damn it all Cassie I can't get her out of my head. Anything reminds me of her. Even this. All of this has some great memory of Em tied to it and I can't escape this feeling that I'm being punished for all those little things that drove her away. So maybe my career being cut short is the best apology I can give her. I just wish she didn't hate me for being so stupid and letting PRW get to me. I ruined her career man, like.. I can't fix that. Not in her opinion at least. There's nothing I can say or do that's going to fix this and -
Before Sean can utter another word, Cassie threw her arms around him and just hugged him. It wasn't much in the consoling department but sometimes that's all a person needs to get their head clear.
Rial: Chill, just.. breathe.. alright? Listen I know someone's going to write about this on the dirtsheets, probably Nebraska of all people but you need to listen to me. You can't keep blaming yourself for getting angry at this business when she's the same way about it. Maybe she'll come around one day and you'll both grow from this but right now? You need to just remember that you are someone people have looked to as this..I don't know, I don't want to say icon because that's corny but you mean something to PRW that can't be explained. You represent that built up anger that every person possesses and when it explodes? People really get behind it because you are doing what people want to do every day in their life. You get to tell the person making your life hell to shut the fuck up, and finish off your statement with an elbow to their temple.
You're Sean fucking Aries dude, I grew up watching you, a lot of younger talent has. You need to remember what you're capable of. If Emily can't see that you genuinely care about her or her career or the fact you looked at her like this..weird, socially awkward goddess than that's on her. ...Come on, we gotta go find Nebby before she wanders down the wrong side street.
Aries picked himself up and ran his hand from brow to chin, trying to shake off the misery. Following Cassie away, the camera panned to the head of Bobby Clarke's statue, lingering on the gap in his teeth, smiling wide with Lord Stanley's Cup in hand. The same grin Sean had been blessed with for years that he had always taken pride in..
Cutting around the side of the arena, Sean and Cassie caught up with Nebs trying to set up some sort of merch stand out of Sean's trunk. Cass watched as Sean stepped into the vehicle's driver seat, making sure he was out of ear shot.
Rial: Nebs? Do me a favor and don't mention Emily to him. Like.. at all. Just keep your eye on him for a few minutes I'll be right back.
Jones: Can I at least ask where you're going?
Rial: I need to make a phone call.
Edited by Aries, Feb 23 2016, 02:39 AM.
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