Post by Jon Pryor on Apr 30, 2009 8:11:15 GMT -5
Ann Arbor, Michigan. Where it all began. Where it all seemingly came to an end. The train slows. He'd chosen the commuter rail to clear his head.
The purpose of the visit, is to re-focus. 24 hours removed from being the GCW World Champion, and he hadn't an answer for his failure. He didn't need one excusing his performance... he needed one that resulted with the championship being back in its rightful place. Around his waist.
He pulls out thediamond engagement ring from his pocket, looking at it, before sliding it back in. It was a wonder that didn't fuck him up when it did happen. He'd become a professional at ignoring the past ghosts and demons that had haunted his life. Yet, it was time to face them.
An hour later, a few paid car rides to the spot that it had happened. Pressed acres back into the woods, on the banks of the Huron River, it formerly stood. The former home of Jonathan M. Pryor, land that has long since been cleared and foreclosed. The economic temperament of Michigan saw it hard for a large amount of acreage that graces a rivers bed to be sold. One day, perhaps, someone would. Someone would erase the stain of his presence to their family, but for Jon, you can never go home again.
Ostracized from his family. Void of his numerous, high profile relationships within the wrestling world. Friends' presence as vacant as the land in front of him. The one thing that still mattered to him: gone.
Rain starts to fall. He slowly looks to the sky as droplets bounce off of the small, leaved canopy above him. The river starts to dance in its raised banks. He breathes deep, soaking it all in. It wouldn't be long before he too, was gone from this foresaken place.
The purpose of the visit, is to re-focus. 24 hours removed from being the GCW World Champion, and he hadn't an answer for his failure. He didn't need one excusing his performance... he needed one that resulted with the championship being back in its rightful place. Around his waist.
He pulls out thediamond engagement ring from his pocket, looking at it, before sliding it back in. It was a wonder that didn't fuck him up when it did happen. He'd become a professional at ignoring the past ghosts and demons that had haunted his life. Yet, it was time to face them.
An hour later, a few paid car rides to the spot that it had happened. Pressed acres back into the woods, on the banks of the Huron River, it formerly stood. The former home of Jonathan M. Pryor, land that has long since been cleared and foreclosed. The economic temperament of Michigan saw it hard for a large amount of acreage that graces a rivers bed to be sold. One day, perhaps, someone would. Someone would erase the stain of his presence to their family, but for Jon, you can never go home again.
Ostracized from his family. Void of his numerous, high profile relationships within the wrestling world. Friends' presence as vacant as the land in front of him. The one thing that still mattered to him: gone.
Rain starts to fall. He slowly looks to the sky as droplets bounce off of the small, leaved canopy above him. The river starts to dance in its raised banks. He breathes deep, soaking it all in. It wouldn't be long before he too, was gone from this foresaken place.