Who Keeps Pressing the Rewind Button! / We’ll Win for Our Fallen Brother!

So just when you think you have seen enough of these two tag teams going against each other, management is going to put these four people back into the square circle for the UWF Tag Team Titles. I am pretty sure that Ellisa, Brandon, Ravi and myself are growing very tired of seeing each other. The first time, it was the TLC match at the pay per view where they won the vacant time followed by the return match the following week when their rookie mistake cost them the victory. This time the stakes are so much higher. Thinking that this match will bring a conclusion to the mini rivalry between the M.D. and the tag champs, this is also a match made to one of the federation’s fallen brothers… Mr. Cam’Ren Kirkland. One person spoke volumes and made shockwaves into the fed and his untimely death was a somber days to most of our Hall of Famers. On This Monday, we will honor him with the one thing that we know best… wrestling at the top of our games. But for now let’s see how our friendly neighborhood Showstopper is handling the pressure… LET THE SHOW BEGIN!!! Ahh… Germany. Hamburg, if I am right. Never been here before… but I don’t really care at this moment. I have been feeling rather uneasy ever since the announcement of the Cam tribute show. Not because this is not for a good cause… No! If it were possible for everyone to do what Glenn and company are doing for this man, there would be no need for feeling bad. I mean when you know that this guy is in the hearts of many people who did and did not experience his lifestyle, is like a proper way to recognize the type of influence that he made on everyone… a very good one. But that is not the problem… or at least MY problem. No! Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, Steve McNair, and now remember Cam’ren Kirkland. All this does to me is just keeping on pressing onto my skull… my temple… how bad it felt to lose a life that was really close to you. So as I spend this early Friday Night with a black colored hoodie covering most of my face, I am walking the streets with no actual purpose. Nothing in my mind. I don’t know who I’m walking by, much less how long I’ve been walking for. Nor do I have any idea where I’m going. I have just been walking trying to shake this feeling away from me. This feeling of guilt? Maybe. I, personally think that this is more of a reflection period. I wish there was something I could say or do that could revert me back to my jolly, sarcastic, most of time good willed self, but all that I can think about is a particular time. This is a time where I think I could look back at the past and think about what… or who helped me get to the place where I am at today. As I continue my walk in this unknown territory, glance over to my left, simply out of curiosity, and I notice this big medieval looking building that is lit up on the one side that I am at. Hmph! I smirk as I continue to walk around with my head down. I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of nervous now that I’m trying to knock myself out of this slump. I mean I’m in Germany. This place is home of one of the worst groups in history… and the bad guys in the majority of the Indiana Jones films. Looking around at a place like this just makes you think about its past. And if there is one thing that sticks in the back of your head… it’s the past. Damn It! I did it again! I guess there is no way to really shake this feeling off. This is probably why I have lost track. I mean the last thing that could possibly be on my mind is the tag team title match. And that is because there is a much bigger cloud hanging over me. It’s something that I have been able to keep from consuming the majority of my thoughts until this week. But the question is ‘What do I do?’, ‘Where do I begin?’ ‘Who do I turn to?’… and then it hits me. Who else is there in this cold world that can listen and try to break me out of this gloomy funk that I put myself in. So in an instance, I pull out my cell phone and without any hesitations, I call the one person in the world that has been with me the whole entire time. Someone that I know that when tragedy hit my home, she made sure that had to I put everything first and didn’t fall in a hole somewhere. So when I finished dialing the number and placed the phone to my ear, I let out a sigh of relief knowing that she didn’t let me down again. “Well, it’s nice of you to finally call.” *sigh* “I know I know.” Normally I would be in the mood to naturally defend myself, but with the current stress going through my brain, I couldn’t muster up the energy. The funny thing about that is how she was able to know something was wrong. Her whole tone lower and she started to get in the sympathy mode. That’s what happens when you have a fiancé that knows you. “What’s the matter with you?!” “Him…” She didn’t speak at first. I didn’t say much to her yet we both were on the same page. I didn’t have to explain anything to her. She knew exactly who I was talking about. “What made you think about him all of a sudden?” “Well… this week they are having their annual tribute show to someone who meant a lot of to the federation. Seeing how so many people cared about this guy, made me want to wrestle in order to honor his name. But now that I have actually have time to sit back and think about it… all I can think about… is him.” “Well he did mean a lot to you.” Yeah he did. Much more than people can understand. “Look what you need to keep remembering is that nobody in life wants to be the reason that they kept anyone down especially a loved one. The truth of the matter is… situations like these happen… but it’s how we handle everything that is coming towards us. That is how we truly are able to move on. If this is a show made to pay homage, then you need to pay your respects in the ring. Show your respects by doing what you do best… and win.” And at that point… it started raining. Ain’t this a bitch! Oh well it’s a slight drizzle so it wasn’t going to hurt. But she is right. Stuff like this happens in the span of everyone life. Death, Accidents, Tragic… there is no way of avoiding it. So what we must do is continue living our lives and live it to the fullest… because that’s what our fallen people would have wanted us to do. For the first time all day, I was able to lift the corners of my lips up and smile at the world, even though drops of rain were dripping off of the end of my hoodie. I understood fully what she means. After the brief moment of silence, I was willing to break it by telling her ‘Thank You’. However she beat me to the punch and very kindly asks me… “So what were you suppose to be doing right now?” That’s was a good question indeed… I had to stop in my tracks and retrace my steps before I started to walk aimlessly. Where was I supposed to be going…? Then I remembered. “I have a interview set up at one of the local parks around here in Hamburg. I was gonna hop in a taxi and head there when everything started to dwell upon me. Then I just decided to walk… with no intentions on where I was going. I just had my head down for the majority of the time.” “Well are you ever going to lift it up?” It doesn’t hurt to try right? So I decide to lift it up afterwards… and I was surprised and kind of perturb at what I saw. Right in front of me, probably not even more than 500 or so feet away from me, was the park. And not so far into it was the tent that I am supposed to be having my interview at. “Motherfucker…” Yeah, that was the only thing that was able to mumble from my lips. Sometime I swear I want to know what God was thinking about when he gave women that gift of intuition. I could literally feel the grin coming from the other side of the phone as she almost knew what just happened. “I guess my job here is done. Come back soon, Ty.” “…I will…” And as I hang up my cell phone, I walk towards the park in front of me… still trying to distort fantasy from reality… So finally I get here. Underneath the tent, here I am sitting in one of these movie actor chairs, right next to UWF Interviewer Ellie Falsone. I’m a little bit unsure. I don’t know if I’m in the right mindset to give an interview but like they say… ‘You live for tonight. You can’t be worrying about tomorrow.’ With that being said, I’m here with my hoodie on the chair right behind me, ready to entertain the masses the only way I can. With the power of speaking my thoughts, cause no matter what obstacles are place in front of me… I am still The Show. The make-up people are finishing putting the last gob of blush on the face of this reporter. God! I wonder why all these young girls in the world want to look like a Barbie doll. All plastic and colorful… it’s just not becoming of them. None-the-less, the camera is in place and she puts her headset on and gives the cue to the crew. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen! I am Ellie Falsone and this is a very special episode of UWF Evening Conversations. This week we’re continuing our look into the man known to the federation as Cam’ren Allen Kirkland. Tonight we will be chatting with Tyrone Kidd and gather his thoughts on the person as well his tag team tribute match this Monday” Wow! This girl is such an actress. Too bad they don’t give out Emmy’s for this. But I guess I gotta blend in… so all I do is smile. “Good evening, Tyrone.” “Hey. It’s nice to be here.” I can think of five better places I could be. “So this Monday is a very special night. Now I bet you have heard it a million times but I guess to sort of stray away from the obvious question, I will ask you this. Now we both know you did not get the chance to actually meet this guy, so what does Cam’ren mean to you?” She didn’t stray away from it; all she did was ask me the same question by using different words. Oh well, I’ll still answer it. “Well you are right. I have been asked that question a lot. But you guys are getting it all wrong. My participation in this match is not about what this guy meant to a certain person. It’s more about me paying respect. The world lost someone too soon. And if anyone can relate to it… it’s myself. Do you have time for a short story…?” She looks over the director for permission. He gives her thumbs up and she looks at me with that fake ass smile. I hope this ends soon. “About ten years ago, there was once a young man name Darius. Around this time, he used to emulate his role model. He was a man that he looked up to not as an overly popular or rich star. But because he was comfortable and live life the way he wanted to. It was exactly the way this young kid wanted to live. To him it was the American Dream. Now this kid has just graduated high school and had plans to follow his role model footsteps when something tragic happen. One day his hero was driving around in his new car…, a BMW if I am right, with his close friend when all of a sudden… he lost control. No one knows how but he slipped on something and twists and turned right into a parked delivery truck. To make a long story short, this pretty much scarred the kid. He had lost all hope and honestly had no idea what to do. Until… a couple weeks later… when he received a phone call. It seemed like this guy made plan just in case something like this happened. And at the top of the list was the high school graduate. Luckily the guy was thinking about him and decided to leave something in his name. Something that sounded like one million dollars…” “Well what happened to the boy?” It’s the obvious question to the story. So I smirk and continued. “Well… this kid always had a far off vision. He wanted to entertain people and make them smile or frown as he saw fit. So once the aftermath settled down on the money situation, he made a conscious decision to go after this long shot of a dream . And ten years later… here he stands before you.” I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts and not become emotional. “When someone is gone too soon… it never expected. When someone gives you an opportunity that you never were possible, you’re amazed. When that same opportunity turned you into one of the more popular stars with a chance to win some gold… you’re humble. If you asked me then if I thought I would be right in front of you just as comfortable and establish as I am now… I would laugh right in your face. But it happened. So Monday Night, I am not fighting just for me. Or even for Cam’ren. I will be fighting for everyone who has lost someone. This is a match dedicated to them.” I felt like I said something historical. It might have just been me rambling on but I had to say what was on my mind, damn it! Ellie was quiet at first. You can tell she wasn’t prepared for that. But her being the professional that she is, she has to keep going. “So what is there to say about your Tag Team title match this Monday?” *sigh*“Brandon Sams… and Elissa Toretto. Does it not feel like we’re stuck in the movie, ‘Groundhog Day’? Where no matter how hard you try, you always end back up in the same spot? That is how I feel. What else is there to say? You beat us at the British Massacre. And in turn… we beat you the next week. Now we’re back to square one. This is the joy of life. Ha ha! I don’t need to talk about how me and Ravi are going to beat you up. ‘Cause we’ve already done that. This time it’s the finale. This is where you prove to everyone that you are worthy of call yourselves champions. This match is a tribute… but don’t forget, this is still a match. A match I intend to win. I owe it to my partner. I owe it to the UWF alumni. And I owe it to my role model. So it has to be done.” Here comes the money maker. “I am only human. But I am also The Show. And what I do is perform. So what the federation and you two should expect from me is the best that I have offered so far. Because in order to get what you want, you take what you need. What I need is to be Tag Team Champion.” I raise my eyebrow and stare into the camera like Elissa and Sams are right in front of me. “And what you need is to understand… WHY I SAY… …WHAT I SAY… …WHEN I SAY… …IT’S SHOWTIME!!” “Well… Thank you for your time, Tyrone. We’ll be back right after commercials.” As the camera shut off, she stands up and we shake hands. She gives me her little spiel about it’s a pleasure to have me and I give enough of a fake smile to shut her up. As I walk off to get a taxi, I open up my cell phone. Talking about that story really took a lot out of me mentally. I know I shouldn’t have talked about it but it what the people wanted to hear. I go to look through my pictures and finally after going down a couple rows I find what I was looking for. It was still lightly raining outside but that wasn’t the reason why my face was getting wet. Tears were starting to form and slide down my face. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. It’s rare for me to lose my composure but I couldn’t help it. Losing someone hurts me just as much as the next person and especially who I lost. Cause glowing through the light of my cell phone is the person I have been talking about. My role model… My Big Brother… :: END SCENE :: ~R.I.P. Warren Sean Davies~ ~R.I.P. Cam’ren Allen Kirkland~ ...And to everyone who has lost someone close to them.