Calling up the Past - The Heart of a Broken Man
Feb 27, 2015 5:49:44 GMT -4
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Post by Desperado on Feb 27, 2015 5:49:44 GMT -4
“Hello? M-Mike… It’s me… James…”
The line was cut-off, with the receiver at the other end hanging up the call. Standing in the rain outside a pay-phone, the former EVPW Superstar soaked in the cold atmosphere, hoping he could get a response from his old friend.
He hadn’t received much from his short stint back in wrestling, considering he had walked out in the middle of the match but Devin Bozz had been generous enough to give him half-a-night’s worth of pay-check. It wasn’t much but it was enough to get by for the homeless man.
There remained a few coins in his quivering hand; the skin almost going numb from the winter cold. Such to the extent, he quenched his hands fiercely just to make sure the coins didn’t drop out, considering he could not feel them.
He wasn’t exactly surprised by Mike’s response. Why would he want to even talk to a bastard like Desperado? He had offered nothing but friendship the entire time they’d been acquaintances and Despy had thrown it all back in his face with a lack of sincerity and consideration. He couldn’t be forgiven; he knew that much.
But he knew deep down in his heart, Mike was the only who still cared for him. After Alice had left him, he didn’t know who else to turn to. He couldn’t face Alice in such a state. No? What would she think of him? Besides, he didn’t know where on God’s Earth she was and she couldn’t help with what he required of Mike.
He waited a moment, shivering violently to shake off the cold. The middle-aged man could feel a fever coming along but hoped to ignore it into non-existence, just like he had ignored his piling problems over the past few years.
Dialling the numbers on the key-pad once more, the Yank hoped for a response.
“Hello! Mike! Please don’t put down the phone. .. Just hear me out. Just this once... One last time! If you’re not cool with it, I understand and I’ll give it up but you’re my only chance… My only hope…”
There was no response from the line but Desperado could hear breathing, as faint as it were. Daniels inhaled a deep breath of his own before clearing his mind and opening his mouth to speak as honestly and sincerely as he could.
“I’ve wronged you many times Mike… Many, many times and I can’t be forgiven. I understand but I don’t want to dwell in the past and I know you’re not the type to do so either. We’re the types to drink it down and move on.
I want to make it up to you somewhat. I know it doesn’t change anything between us but it’s the only thing I can offer. I want you to train me Mikey, just like the old days. I swear I will work harder than ever before. I will follow your instructions to the clock. No drinking, no smoking, no steroids… None of that shit. I swear it. I won’t even piss without your permission."
For a moment it seemed like the man at the other end of the line would say something. His breathing stopped a moment and then became a little distraught. The broken man paused a moment to allow his old friend to get a word in but when things didn't seem to progress, he continued.
"And I don’t just want you to train me but I want you to manage me as well. You deal with the contract, you collect the payments and you can pay me what you see fit for allowance. I just want a bed and some food. Keep the rest of what I earn until the day I die. I don’t care about that sort of thing anymore."
His voice was getting desperate now. I could tell but couldn't do anything to stop it. He was weak and he didn't mind showing it to Mike. Nobody came close to understanding the man behind Desperado as much as his former trainer and friend did.
I just…”
Despy paused a moment, as he felt the pain in his heart rise up and choke at the back of his throat. There were no tears in his eyes. He had become immune to crying but he couldn’t keep numbing his feelings any longer now that he had opened the door to his emotions.
“I just want you back in my life Mike. I don’t want to be a loser any more. I want to…”
There was a sudden barking noise that brought his pleading to an abrupt stop. The voice was harsh and seemed cruel but Desperado could see past all that. It was Mikey.
“Just shut the fuck up right there you son-of-a-bitch... I’ll do it! No lad of mine is going to end up on the streets grovelling like a little bitch no matter how much of a cock-sucker he is.
This is going to strictly be a professional relationship mind you. Your training starts 6am tomorrow morning… I want you here 15 minutes before the hour and you can bet your ass I’m going to get you to piss in a cup before we start.”
Desperado didn’t know how to respond for a moment but the joy almost brought a tear to his eyes. He gasped in his held breath and uttered a response as if a young orphan had been given his dead parent’s back.
“I’ll be there… I promise!”
