Post by versageflames on Mar 7, 2007 9:56:36 GMT -5
James had another trainee in a rear naked choke when a few promos came on. He glanced up at them and watched a few for a moment after releasing the trainee, who had by that time passed out. Standing up he brushed himself off and yawned slightly. Another hard days training. A few of the promotionals caught his eye but.. none of it was really THAT big a deal. He wasn't afraid of what they said. He didn't much really care. He had shit to deal with in real life to. He liked his job but he wasn't going to let the words of a few people get to him. He was wrestling because he wanted to have fun, not to argue with every damn person who insulted him or called him weak or pathetic for being in the military. That had been his choice, his want, his NEED to do something for this country. Now that he'd done it he didn't really much care about other's opinions.
Ken: "Hey James..."
James turned to look at Ken. Who had a smile on his face, he didn't see that often so he assumed it was something good.
James: "Ya Ken what is it?" He said as he leaned against the cage.
Ken scratched the back of his head slightly and looked at James as if searching for the right words to say.
Ken: "Well I as wondering if you would like to come once a month for a couple days to Lions Den and help train, maybe even ref a couple of UFC matches?"
James looked at him and chuckled a bit. It seemed like it would be something for him to do if he didn't have a match that particular week. He shrugged and nodded to him.
James: "Alright why not? I'll try and get here if I don't happen to have a match that week. I can't guarantee it'll be EVERY month but i'll sure as hell try."
Ken nodded a bit and held out his hand. James took it and shook it slightly. It was nice to be home for a while, maybe he'd stop by his parents house and say hi to them as well. Releasing Kens hand he grabbed his duffle bag and walked out to his car and got in. Ken came running out.
Ken: "JAMES!! Shit I almost forgot."
He held out what was a exact copy of his heavyweight UFC title. James blinked a bit as Ken handed it to him, he took it and placed it in the passenger seat.
Ken: "The board on the UFC wanted you to have a copy of the title as a memory thing of sorts." He said rather goofy.
James laughed and nodded as he gave thanks to him and backed out before he headed to his parents house. He stayed there over night. Getting his younger brother to school for his mom and stepfather so they could sleep in. When he got there he was a little delayed as the school had all the students gathered into one spot. The principle was giving a speech when he'd been told about him and had him come up and talk with the school. He blinked as he'd been called up and shrugged deciding to do it. He stood and answered questions as well for over an hour and a half. By the time that was over he'd been asked for a few autographs which he gave simply to show he cared about his fans. He got a few things for the road, a sandwich and a couple of pepsi's before he drove off towards Reno. It was time for him to get back for the fights this week. As he boarded his plane his mind drifted off.
His thoughts went to Thor. He felt sorry for his friend, how he'd lost the chance to fight with his kids in the ring. He knew it upsetted him but now he felt betrayed himself by his words. Calling him a coward, all of it. It just simply wasn't something a friend did to another. James hadn't been afraid. He simply knew he wouldn't have had the strenght or wind to be able to take out Damien. Plus he was already tired and nearly unconcious at the bottom of the ramp. But if Thor honestly believed that, then there was nothing he could say or do to convince him otherwise. To him, maybe it had come time to part ways with him and just do his own thing. He valued Thor as a friend but he wasn't going to let him drag him down. He had his own life to worry about. Bills to pay, and it just wasn't a huge concern to him if Thor concidered him a friend or not anymore. He also had to worry about sending money to his parents to help them pay some bills when they asked and that was money from his pocket but if it ment keep them in a house he'd gladly give it.
A philosophy of life was that, you get only as much as you deserve, never more, never less. Maybe he got what he deserved by Thor's harsh words, maybe he didn't. With Jordan his thought was the same. He though him a friend, and a human being. He had survived his car exploding but more importantly he'd survived himself. He had nearly killed himself but hadn't. Granted he had come in and helped him but that was only from point A to point B.. or in this case. Ground to Hospital. He respected Jordan for his will to decide that, worrying about the past, worrying about the problems you had. Will only weigh you down and ultimately end up ruining your career and possibly your life. He only hoped that Jordan would stick to his choice to live and not try to kill himself again. The reason for that being, was because he respected the man, respected him as a co-worker and respected him as a friend. Another reason he didn't hold anything against him for what he said in the ring. He's spoken, and said this many times but ring shit is ring shit. What goes on outside of the ring. Should not be effected by what goes on inside the ring. Hence forth why he figured if Jordan had that kind of fighting spirit. That he could very well win the match.
He felt the rumble of the jet and looked out of the window to watch the ground increasingly speed up under before he felt the familiar pull of a couple of G's as the plane took off. He's felt this feeling before, but at higher rate. He'd been in a F/A 18 before and felt the pull of it and had nearly passed out. A small smile came to his lips as he sighed. He'd loved to be a SEAL but even more he loved to be up in the skys. He closed his eyes as he slid the shutter of the small window shut. He pulled out a pillow and laid his head on it as the cabin lights dimmed. The voice of the capitan saying it would be a few hours before they landed. Which was fine with him. He tilted the seat back after making sure no one was sitting behind him and drifted off to sleep.
Ken: "Hey James..."
James turned to look at Ken. Who had a smile on his face, he didn't see that often so he assumed it was something good.
James: "Ya Ken what is it?" He said as he leaned against the cage.
Ken scratched the back of his head slightly and looked at James as if searching for the right words to say.
Ken: "Well I as wondering if you would like to come once a month for a couple days to Lions Den and help train, maybe even ref a couple of UFC matches?"
James looked at him and chuckled a bit. It seemed like it would be something for him to do if he didn't have a match that particular week. He shrugged and nodded to him.
James: "Alright why not? I'll try and get here if I don't happen to have a match that week. I can't guarantee it'll be EVERY month but i'll sure as hell try."
Ken nodded a bit and held out his hand. James took it and shook it slightly. It was nice to be home for a while, maybe he'd stop by his parents house and say hi to them as well. Releasing Kens hand he grabbed his duffle bag and walked out to his car and got in. Ken came running out.
Ken: "JAMES!! Shit I almost forgot."
He held out what was a exact copy of his heavyweight UFC title. James blinked a bit as Ken handed it to him, he took it and placed it in the passenger seat.
Ken: "The board on the UFC wanted you to have a copy of the title as a memory thing of sorts." He said rather goofy.
James laughed and nodded as he gave thanks to him and backed out before he headed to his parents house. He stayed there over night. Getting his younger brother to school for his mom and stepfather so they could sleep in. When he got there he was a little delayed as the school had all the students gathered into one spot. The principle was giving a speech when he'd been told about him and had him come up and talk with the school. He blinked as he'd been called up and shrugged deciding to do it. He stood and answered questions as well for over an hour and a half. By the time that was over he'd been asked for a few autographs which he gave simply to show he cared about his fans. He got a few things for the road, a sandwich and a couple of pepsi's before he drove off towards Reno. It was time for him to get back for the fights this week. As he boarded his plane his mind drifted off.
His thoughts went to Thor. He felt sorry for his friend, how he'd lost the chance to fight with his kids in the ring. He knew it upsetted him but now he felt betrayed himself by his words. Calling him a coward, all of it. It just simply wasn't something a friend did to another. James hadn't been afraid. He simply knew he wouldn't have had the strenght or wind to be able to take out Damien. Plus he was already tired and nearly unconcious at the bottom of the ramp. But if Thor honestly believed that, then there was nothing he could say or do to convince him otherwise. To him, maybe it had come time to part ways with him and just do his own thing. He valued Thor as a friend but he wasn't going to let him drag him down. He had his own life to worry about. Bills to pay, and it just wasn't a huge concern to him if Thor concidered him a friend or not anymore. He also had to worry about sending money to his parents to help them pay some bills when they asked and that was money from his pocket but if it ment keep them in a house he'd gladly give it.
A philosophy of life was that, you get only as much as you deserve, never more, never less. Maybe he got what he deserved by Thor's harsh words, maybe he didn't. With Jordan his thought was the same. He though him a friend, and a human being. He had survived his car exploding but more importantly he'd survived himself. He had nearly killed himself but hadn't. Granted he had come in and helped him but that was only from point A to point B.. or in this case. Ground to Hospital. He respected Jordan for his will to decide that, worrying about the past, worrying about the problems you had. Will only weigh you down and ultimately end up ruining your career and possibly your life. He only hoped that Jordan would stick to his choice to live and not try to kill himself again. The reason for that being, was because he respected the man, respected him as a co-worker and respected him as a friend. Another reason he didn't hold anything against him for what he said in the ring. He's spoken, and said this many times but ring shit is ring shit. What goes on outside of the ring. Should not be effected by what goes on inside the ring. Hence forth why he figured if Jordan had that kind of fighting spirit. That he could very well win the match.
He felt the rumble of the jet and looked out of the window to watch the ground increasingly speed up under before he felt the familiar pull of a couple of G's as the plane took off. He's felt this feeling before, but at higher rate. He'd been in a F/A 18 before and felt the pull of it and had nearly passed out. A small smile came to his lips as he sighed. He'd loved to be a SEAL but even more he loved to be up in the skys. He closed his eyes as he slid the shutter of the small window shut. He pulled out a pillow and laid his head on it as the cabin lights dimmed. The voice of the capitan saying it would be a few hours before they landed. Which was fine with him. He tilted the seat back after making sure no one was sitting behind him and drifted off to sleep.