Post by "Supersonic" Branden Harvey on Aug 14, 2012 20:20:41 GMT -4
Taunts.
"Look at that guy over there."
All I ever hear are taunts.
"That's Ritchie Gilmore."
People are always taunting me.
"He's Queens' champion geek."
My aunt and uncle are the only ones that have ever cared about me.
"Hey, Ritchie. Wake up." says Uncle Nick.
"Ritchie, I made you some pancakes." says Aunt Becky.
"Thanks, guys. You're the best." says Ritchie.
I've never even had a girlfriend.
"Fonda, would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?" asks Ritchie.
"Gilmore, for the hundreth time, I don't care how many muscles you have." says Fonda. "I don't care how much you weigh. You are the biggest loser on the face of the planet and I'd rather go on a date with a cockroach."
They all laughed. All anybody does is laugh at me. But someday, they'll be sorry. They'll be sorry when I'm an APW Megastar.
And that has finally happened. the day I got a call from President Jeff was the day my dream finally came true. I sent in a tape and President Jeff hired me to be an APW Megastar.
"Aunt Becky, Uncle Nick, he called!!!!!!!!" yells Ritchie excitedly.
"Who called?" asks Aunt Becky.
"President Jeff called. He's hired me to wrestle in APW." exclaims Ritchie.
But the memory still haunts me. The taunts. The insults. The beatings. The beatings were the reason I started lifting weights in the first place.
"You are the best family anybody could ever have." says Ritchie. "When I'm rich, I'll make sure the two of you are taken care of. The rest of the world can go to hell. That includes the APW Fans."
"Ritchie, nobody is looking forward to seeing you wrestle more than I am." says Uncle Nick. "But you have to understand that the people that watch APW are not the same people that have teased you your whole life. Please, don't take it out on them."
Uncle Nick was full of words of wisdom. But those words were some I didn't listen to. In my mind, I was right and he was wrong. Nothing was going to change that. Or, maybe, something would.
Uncle Nick didn't want to celebrate with me that night. Not after I turned my back on his advice. So Aunt Becky took me out for dinner. Just the two of us. When we came back...
"That's strange," asked Aunt Becky. "Why are there Police cars on our street.
"They're not just on our street, Aunt Becky." responds Ritchie. "I think they're at our house."
We hurried into the house. But, of course, it was too late. A burglar saw that the car was gone and had assumed there was nobody home. But Uncle Nick was there. He tried to stop the burglar from robbing our house. He couldn't.
The burglar took everything. But he left something behind. He left a bullet. A bullet that was lodged in Uncle Nick's heart.
As Aunt Becky and I cried, I remembered what he had told me.
"Ritchie, nobody is looking forward to seeing you wrestle more than I am. But you have to understand that the people that watch APW are not the same people that have teased you your whole life. Please, don't take it out on them."
I remembered and, for once, I listened.
"Look at that guy over there."
All I ever hear are taunts.
"That's Ritchie Gilmore."
People are always taunting me.
"He's Queens' champion geek."
My aunt and uncle are the only ones that have ever cared about me.
"Hey, Ritchie. Wake up." says Uncle Nick.
"Ritchie, I made you some pancakes." says Aunt Becky.
"Thanks, guys. You're the best." says Ritchie.
I've never even had a girlfriend.
"Fonda, would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?" asks Ritchie.
"Gilmore, for the hundreth time, I don't care how many muscles you have." says Fonda. "I don't care how much you weigh. You are the biggest loser on the face of the planet and I'd rather go on a date with a cockroach."
They all laughed. All anybody does is laugh at me. But someday, they'll be sorry. They'll be sorry when I'm an APW Megastar.
And that has finally happened. the day I got a call from President Jeff was the day my dream finally came true. I sent in a tape and President Jeff hired me to be an APW Megastar.
"Aunt Becky, Uncle Nick, he called!!!!!!!!" yells Ritchie excitedly.
"Who called?" asks Aunt Becky.
"President Jeff called. He's hired me to wrestle in APW." exclaims Ritchie.
But the memory still haunts me. The taunts. The insults. The beatings. The beatings were the reason I started lifting weights in the first place.
"You are the best family anybody could ever have." says Ritchie. "When I'm rich, I'll make sure the two of you are taken care of. The rest of the world can go to hell. That includes the APW Fans."
"Ritchie, nobody is looking forward to seeing you wrestle more than I am." says Uncle Nick. "But you have to understand that the people that watch APW are not the same people that have teased you your whole life. Please, don't take it out on them."
Uncle Nick was full of words of wisdom. But those words were some I didn't listen to. In my mind, I was right and he was wrong. Nothing was going to change that. Or, maybe, something would.
Uncle Nick didn't want to celebrate with me that night. Not after I turned my back on his advice. So Aunt Becky took me out for dinner. Just the two of us. When we came back...
"That's strange," asked Aunt Becky. "Why are there Police cars on our street.
"They're not just on our street, Aunt Becky." responds Ritchie. "I think they're at our house."
We hurried into the house. But, of course, it was too late. A burglar saw that the car was gone and had assumed there was nobody home. But Uncle Nick was there. He tried to stop the burglar from robbing our house. He couldn't.
The burglar took everything. But he left something behind. He left a bullet. A bullet that was lodged in Uncle Nick's heart.
As Aunt Becky and I cried, I remembered what he had told me.
"Ritchie, nobody is looking forward to seeing you wrestle more than I am. But you have to understand that the people that watch APW are not the same people that have teased you your whole life. Please, don't take it out on them."
I remembered and, for once, I listened.
