Post by Christopher Kane on Nov 12, 2018 8:53:49 GMT -6
(Off-Camera)
He had his eyes on the bottle. He didn’t know how much time has gone by, or what the time was at all, all he had was his eyes on the bottle of Jack Daniels. Christopher Kane didn’t want to take a drink to numb the pain he felt, but nothing else was working. The gym only made him feel worse and being on social media wasn’t his thing anymore. He was run down enough in the court of law this year to not see it again and again on Twitter. Every time he put his best foot forward, he was told the same thing over and over again by the judge.
“Mentally unfit.”
Nevermind he had everything to prove otherwise but with the corruption, Christopher was up creek without a paddle. His eyes went through the bottle reaching for it but his hand went back. He felt Melissa Reeves enter the room but he didn’t bother to turn around. Instead, he clears his throat and begins talking.
Christopher Kane: “You know, it’s a little funny right now because I’m looking at this bottle and I want to take a drink so bad. I just want that one little sip to help myself get over this misery but I can’t. I try not to drink. Already did a small stint in rehab a couple years back when I was drinking shit like this to wash down the pills. That…”
His voice trails off as his fist slammed on the table. The bottle shook as Christopher put it in his hands.
Christopher Kane: “This, this fucking bottle is why I can’t see him, Mel. The… the fucking reason why I can’t. I never told you the whole story about it, did I?”
The cap comes off and rolls to the floor.
Christopher Kane: “Let me take you back to late 2014. I was going out, well not really going out, but enjoying a few different women at the same time. I had one in a wrestling company, I had the valet I hired and I had this random woman. The one in the wrestling company, I let go to the wayside and she hated me for it. Don’t blame her. Never considered more than a sex partner. Wrote a diss track about me.”
He chuckles before shaking his head. Christopher put the bottle to his lips but quickly set it back down.
Christopher Kane: “The other two. One was my ex-wife and the other is her. It’s funny when I think back to that time, when I was drinking and neither of them saw the future issues, I didn’t either, and I don’t know if that clouded my judgement. I picked my ex-wife and the other one said she was pregnant. I knew she hadn’t been with another guy, and the DNA test after he was born proved he has my blood. Anyways, she made my life hell. Called me all hours of the night when I was trying to sleep. She was bitter I didn’t stay with her, Mel.”
He pauses for a moment to turn around to see his current girlfriend.
Christopher Kane: “We’re both young and scared. I bailed out and told her to get the fuck out of my life, but the ex-wife sat me down and explained I had to be a man about this. So I did. Took her to the appointments, tried to do everything right as she fell in with another guy. My son gets born and just to spite me, to fucking spite me Mel, she names my son after him. Tyler. I got nothing against the guy, he came into a shitty situation but to name my son after this guy? That’s a level of hate I’ve yet to reach in my life.”
The bottle remains in his hand as he keeps on telling his story.
Christopher Kane: “So, for a few months I get to see my son under the supervision of a police officer because of the booze and the pills. Didn’t think I was stable enough to be alone with my son. I wasn’t when I look back on it. Would’ve been bad for him. Would’ve been bad for me. So I stop seeing him because I didn’t want the cop there. Thought it was bullshit and told her to have a good life, but I can’t get Ty out of my mind. This was my kid, you know? This was a legacy I left on the world, but she wouldn’t let me see him anymore because she hates me so goddamn much.”
He sighs and lowers his head with a few tears dropping down to the floor.
Christopher Kane: “His mom lives in a town where the unofficial mayor hates my guts and has infinite resources to help people she calls friend. Baby mama is one of these friends and has held my son in an iron grasp since then. I got clean, couldn’t see him. Started going to therapy to get past the shit I went through as a kid, couldn’t see him. No matter what I do, Mel, I keep getting rejected time and time again. I’m no law expert. I’m sure there’s something that can be done, but with my past with the substance abuse, it’s just… it’s not helping me.”
Without so much of a warning he flips the bottle over as the contents pour out of the floor before the bottle flies through the room, smashing against a wall.
Christopher Kane: “Because of my own sins I can’t see my son. Is this my punishment for being a shit for so many years? Do I deserve this for being a shitty person? I look in the mirror and I can’t stand it. All I see are the photos of him with his mom, his step-dad and everyone else in that fucking town. I only have one photo of me and him. Just one. One photo of me and my son to live with. He’s over three years old now, haven’t seen him since he was six months old. If this is God’s idea of punishing me of making so many wrong choices… I just…”
The words don’t come anymore. Just a steady stream of tears falling and he silently sobs in the chair. Melissa slowly reaches out and takes hold of his hand. The grip is tight, it’s reassuring, it’s purposeful.
Melissa Reeves: “Chris, I… I had no idea. This is terrible. What you’ve been through? It’s not fair. Maybe in the past you’ve made mistakes or done things wrong, but the guy you are now? The guy I know? The guy I love? You’re a good man.”
She squeezes the hand a little harder and kisses his cheek.
Melissa Reeves: “Look...you don’t have to go through this alone, okay? We can talk to a lawyer, we can figure out your options. Not knowing is going to hurt you way worse, so we do what we can to get the answers you need. Okay?”
He still can’t look her in the eye right now as the tears keep falling. Christopher tilts his head up to glare at the ceiling.
Christopher Kane: “Lawyers don’t matter in that town. It’s all ran by one person and as long as she controls it I can’t do anything, Mel. If you want a glance of what I go through, just look up Robbyn Galloway on Twitter and see what I’m up against. I can’t win this fight.”
The tears don’t stop coming.
Christopher Kane: “I can’t put myself through this anymore. Every single time I get told no it just breaks my heart a little more until I can’t deal with it. I can’t deal with these shit head wrestlers who think I’m a joke. I can’t deal with this shit anymore. Fuck, I wish my old man would’ve worn a rubber.”
She slaps him for that last comment and then looks at him with horror. She hugs into him, holding him tight.
Melissa Reeves: “Don’t EVER say that ever again.”
A few moments pass and her grip never slackens.
Melissa Reeves: “Chris...the law is the law, no matter what any trumped up jackass might thing. Let’s go to a lawyer, let’s see what the options are. If they want a battle then let’s bring a war. That’s what we do. We are given obstacles, we are thrown against people who will do anything to win, and we overcome them just the same.”
Christopher Kane: “You… you don’t understand, Mel. I saved this woman from having her knee fucked for life and I never so much as got a thank you for it. They only know hate there and I just… I don’t want to fight anymore. This is my cross to bear in life knowing that I’ve completely messed it up and it can’t be fixed.”
He begins to dry up and his face remains the very same.
Christopher Kane: “Nothing I can do, Mel. I just want to start over with you in the forefront. Honestly, without you, I’d probably be in a gutter somewhere. I’m a joke to everyone and I don’t know why. I wrestle hard. I give it everything I have, and I have nothing to show for it. I try to do the right thing in my personal life, doesn’t work. Try to do it in my professional life, doesn’t work. No matter what I do, nothing fucking works.”
Mel sighs and looks down.
Melissa Reeves: “I know what you mean. I try to do the right thing too. I try to be honourable, fair, honest. It doesn’t work. This industry? It isn’t for people who do that. It eats you up and it spits you out. You, me? We’re tough. We went through a lot, we are stronger than a LOT of these people that surpass us because they’re friends with the right people or because they make a lot of noise.”
She shakes her head.
Melissa Reeves: “But just like with your son, I think it’s about time that we just stood up for ourselves. It’s about time that we show these people just who in the hell we are. Who you are. You’re not a joke, you’re a warrior. You fight, you persevere, you win.”
He brings his head down to look into her eyes to see the conviction of which she speaks.
Christopher Kane: “Maybe you’re right. I… I just don’t want to feel like this anymore. I’m tired of hating myself. Living in my own head because of this or that…”
He slightly pauses for a moment.
Christopher Kane: “Yeah, maybe we should just do that…”
Christopher gives Melissa a kiss.
Christopher Kane: “No more games. No more being called an easy fucking opponent. No more not being in my goddamn kid’s life!”
He stands and lets out a primal scream. She waits for him to regain his composure again for a second, before wrapping her arms around him.
Melissa Reeves: “We’re going to do this. Together. Strong and unbreakable.”
He says nothing after that, preferring to just embrace her in their hug...
He had his eyes on the bottle. He didn’t know how much time has gone by, or what the time was at all, all he had was his eyes on the bottle of Jack Daniels. Christopher Kane didn’t want to take a drink to numb the pain he felt, but nothing else was working. The gym only made him feel worse and being on social media wasn’t his thing anymore. He was run down enough in the court of law this year to not see it again and again on Twitter. Every time he put his best foot forward, he was told the same thing over and over again by the judge.
“Mentally unfit.”
Nevermind he had everything to prove otherwise but with the corruption, Christopher was up creek without a paddle. His eyes went through the bottle reaching for it but his hand went back. He felt Melissa Reeves enter the room but he didn’t bother to turn around. Instead, he clears his throat and begins talking.
Christopher Kane: “You know, it’s a little funny right now because I’m looking at this bottle and I want to take a drink so bad. I just want that one little sip to help myself get over this misery but I can’t. I try not to drink. Already did a small stint in rehab a couple years back when I was drinking shit like this to wash down the pills. That…”
His voice trails off as his fist slammed on the table. The bottle shook as Christopher put it in his hands.
Christopher Kane: “This, this fucking bottle is why I can’t see him, Mel. The… the fucking reason why I can’t. I never told you the whole story about it, did I?”
The cap comes off and rolls to the floor.
Christopher Kane: “Let me take you back to late 2014. I was going out, well not really going out, but enjoying a few different women at the same time. I had one in a wrestling company, I had the valet I hired and I had this random woman. The one in the wrestling company, I let go to the wayside and she hated me for it. Don’t blame her. Never considered more than a sex partner. Wrote a diss track about me.”
He chuckles before shaking his head. Christopher put the bottle to his lips but quickly set it back down.
Christopher Kane: “The other two. One was my ex-wife and the other is her. It’s funny when I think back to that time, when I was drinking and neither of them saw the future issues, I didn’t either, and I don’t know if that clouded my judgement. I picked my ex-wife and the other one said she was pregnant. I knew she hadn’t been with another guy, and the DNA test after he was born proved he has my blood. Anyways, she made my life hell. Called me all hours of the night when I was trying to sleep. She was bitter I didn’t stay with her, Mel.”
He pauses for a moment to turn around to see his current girlfriend.
Christopher Kane: “We’re both young and scared. I bailed out and told her to get the fuck out of my life, but the ex-wife sat me down and explained I had to be a man about this. So I did. Took her to the appointments, tried to do everything right as she fell in with another guy. My son gets born and just to spite me, to fucking spite me Mel, she names my son after him. Tyler. I got nothing against the guy, he came into a shitty situation but to name my son after this guy? That’s a level of hate I’ve yet to reach in my life.”
The bottle remains in his hand as he keeps on telling his story.
Christopher Kane: “So, for a few months I get to see my son under the supervision of a police officer because of the booze and the pills. Didn’t think I was stable enough to be alone with my son. I wasn’t when I look back on it. Would’ve been bad for him. Would’ve been bad for me. So I stop seeing him because I didn’t want the cop there. Thought it was bullshit and told her to have a good life, but I can’t get Ty out of my mind. This was my kid, you know? This was a legacy I left on the world, but she wouldn’t let me see him anymore because she hates me so goddamn much.”
He sighs and lowers his head with a few tears dropping down to the floor.
Christopher Kane: “His mom lives in a town where the unofficial mayor hates my guts and has infinite resources to help people she calls friend. Baby mama is one of these friends and has held my son in an iron grasp since then. I got clean, couldn’t see him. Started going to therapy to get past the shit I went through as a kid, couldn’t see him. No matter what I do, Mel, I keep getting rejected time and time again. I’m no law expert. I’m sure there’s something that can be done, but with my past with the substance abuse, it’s just… it’s not helping me.”
Without so much of a warning he flips the bottle over as the contents pour out of the floor before the bottle flies through the room, smashing against a wall.
Christopher Kane: “Because of my own sins I can’t see my son. Is this my punishment for being a shit for so many years? Do I deserve this for being a shitty person? I look in the mirror and I can’t stand it. All I see are the photos of him with his mom, his step-dad and everyone else in that fucking town. I only have one photo of me and him. Just one. One photo of me and my son to live with. He’s over three years old now, haven’t seen him since he was six months old. If this is God’s idea of punishing me of making so many wrong choices… I just…”
The words don’t come anymore. Just a steady stream of tears falling and he silently sobs in the chair. Melissa slowly reaches out and takes hold of his hand. The grip is tight, it’s reassuring, it’s purposeful.
Melissa Reeves: “Chris, I… I had no idea. This is terrible. What you’ve been through? It’s not fair. Maybe in the past you’ve made mistakes or done things wrong, but the guy you are now? The guy I know? The guy I love? You’re a good man.”
She squeezes the hand a little harder and kisses his cheek.
Melissa Reeves: “Look...you don’t have to go through this alone, okay? We can talk to a lawyer, we can figure out your options. Not knowing is going to hurt you way worse, so we do what we can to get the answers you need. Okay?”
He still can’t look her in the eye right now as the tears keep falling. Christopher tilts his head up to glare at the ceiling.
Christopher Kane: “Lawyers don’t matter in that town. It’s all ran by one person and as long as she controls it I can’t do anything, Mel. If you want a glance of what I go through, just look up Robbyn Galloway on Twitter and see what I’m up against. I can’t win this fight.”
The tears don’t stop coming.
Christopher Kane: “I can’t put myself through this anymore. Every single time I get told no it just breaks my heart a little more until I can’t deal with it. I can’t deal with these shit head wrestlers who think I’m a joke. I can’t deal with this shit anymore. Fuck, I wish my old man would’ve worn a rubber.”
She slaps him for that last comment and then looks at him with horror. She hugs into him, holding him tight.
Melissa Reeves: “Don’t EVER say that ever again.”
A few moments pass and her grip never slackens.
Melissa Reeves: “Chris...the law is the law, no matter what any trumped up jackass might thing. Let’s go to a lawyer, let’s see what the options are. If they want a battle then let’s bring a war. That’s what we do. We are given obstacles, we are thrown against people who will do anything to win, and we overcome them just the same.”
Christopher Kane: “You… you don’t understand, Mel. I saved this woman from having her knee fucked for life and I never so much as got a thank you for it. They only know hate there and I just… I don’t want to fight anymore. This is my cross to bear in life knowing that I’ve completely messed it up and it can’t be fixed.”
He begins to dry up and his face remains the very same.
Christopher Kane: “Nothing I can do, Mel. I just want to start over with you in the forefront. Honestly, without you, I’d probably be in a gutter somewhere. I’m a joke to everyone and I don’t know why. I wrestle hard. I give it everything I have, and I have nothing to show for it. I try to do the right thing in my personal life, doesn’t work. Try to do it in my professional life, doesn’t work. No matter what I do, nothing fucking works.”
Mel sighs and looks down.
Melissa Reeves: “I know what you mean. I try to do the right thing too. I try to be honourable, fair, honest. It doesn’t work. This industry? It isn’t for people who do that. It eats you up and it spits you out. You, me? We’re tough. We went through a lot, we are stronger than a LOT of these people that surpass us because they’re friends with the right people or because they make a lot of noise.”
She shakes her head.
Melissa Reeves: “But just like with your son, I think it’s about time that we just stood up for ourselves. It’s about time that we show these people just who in the hell we are. Who you are. You’re not a joke, you’re a warrior. You fight, you persevere, you win.”
He brings his head down to look into her eyes to see the conviction of which she speaks.
Christopher Kane: “Maybe you’re right. I… I just don’t want to feel like this anymore. I’m tired of hating myself. Living in my own head because of this or that…”
He slightly pauses for a moment.
Christopher Kane: “Yeah, maybe we should just do that…”
Christopher gives Melissa a kiss.
Christopher Kane: “No more games. No more being called an easy fucking opponent. No more not being in my goddamn kid’s life!”
He stands and lets out a primal scream. She waits for him to regain his composure again for a second, before wrapping her arms around him.
Melissa Reeves: “We’re going to do this. Together. Strong and unbreakable.”
He says nothing after that, preferring to just embrace her in their hug...