Post by Mark Hunter on May 5, 2021 18:49:07 GMT -5
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SHATTER POINT
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“I seek strength, not to be greater than other, but to fight my greatest enemy, the doubts within myself” - P.C. Cast
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San Jose, California
May 4th, 2021 - 09:59
Another day, another heart-breaking moment. Mark's time to leave the home he shares with Jelena has struck once again. He sat up from his slumber on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom of his home. Jelena was on her right side with her short hair messed up, and in her pajamas. All extra baggy and ready for the baby bump on the way, basically the least uncomfortable as possible. Brown blanket sheets wrapped around her entire body, and the left side of her face imprinted on the soft cushioned white pillow. He unwrapped himself from the sheets, and got off the bed to enter the bathroom. This day meant a lot to Mark because wrestling meant a lot to not only Mark but also his family. Today he is going to travel back to Brazil for the biggest match of his life, many may think Euan Hill would not be the biggest match, but a wrestler's next match must always be the biggest in their mind at least. Brushing his teeth came to an end with him splashing his face with water but the hardest thing to do was looking at his reflection in the mirror. Those eyes of his own staring back at him in that large bathroom. Huffing, and puffing. One click turned off the lights, and walked out to move his luggage near to the door.
“Come back to bed…”
She weakly said. Eyes still shut but lips barely parting to mumble the words. Mark's back turned to her as she rolled on her other side with her arm supporting her head off the pillow. He sat on the edge of the bed to put on his socks, lotion his entire body, and rub deodorant under his armpits while Jelena rubbed his back up, and down. Persuading him to stay for one more day. Of course he wants to stay but his job is necessary, not to put food on the table, he’s wealthy enough, but necessary to put sanity in his brain. Jelena slowly leaned up while supporting her still small baby bump.
“I have to get ready. You know why.”
“I know why. I just wish I had more time.”
“You'll always have time.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Hmph. If I promote the Grand Championship, it means a brighter future for us all, plus I'll finally get what's mine.”
“The Grand Championship is not everything. You have a home, a family on the way, a couple of businesses, you have it all. I just want you to come home, and get prepared to be the father you are able to be. Not to mention, the twins coming along in the next five or so months.”
“I will be.”
“When? A couple of days a week?”
“My contract runs till December this year, I didn’t agree to all this traveling the World shit when I signed for Project Honor. If that stays the same, I promise I’ll not renew my deal… championship or no championship.”
He paused in putting his jeans on, and looked outside the window to the neighbour's house. Jelena shuffled across the bed to wrap her arms around him from behind, leaning her chin on his right shoulder. What she said meant a lot to him. He really wanted to stay home but Mark knew the risks when he signed his name on the Project Honor contract late last year. He kept moving his pants up, and strapping the belt buckle around his waist while Jelena kept holding onto the one she loved tighter, and tighter. Green eyes shut, short hair sloppily dangling in front of her eyes. Mark sighed, and held onto her soft small hands; Comforting the woman with his twins.
“You should uhh...get ready. We should leave in thirty minutes. I need to leave the airport at mid-noon.”
“....Okay.”
As she let go, it took her a second to get off the king sized bed. Mark has gone through this process countless times of leaving his home to focus on his career. Now though every time drains him, and it hurts to see his grasp destroyed by the passion for Professional Wrestling. What can he expect? Wrestlers do this but they have to live with the burden of not being home every day to watch their family argue or their significant others complain about how bad their day was. Mark had kept very quiet on the fact he felt Jelena was safer if he wasn’t about, because the bar fire, the car damage in London, the attempted robbery from his locker room, these were attacks on Mark Hunter the person, he had received messages after all three to make that very clear, Mark had to find out who was responsible for the well being of those he loved.
Jelena grabbed some of her casual clothes, and hid in the bathroom to prepare for departure. Mark put on that grey dress shirt, and black Michaek Kors crystal watch. What he tucked under his shirt was the necklace that a long time gone ex-girlfriend bought for him, and never told Jelena about. It wasn’t any seedy secret, just a story that hadn’t been told.
He got off the edge, and carried his suitcases down the stairs. Opening the door, he walked into the garage dragging the cases behind as well. He pushed his finger against the garage switch thus having the garage doors lift. Keys in his hand, one click opened the back of his black Lexus van where he gently put the suitcases in. Mark pressed another button, and the back of the van locked itself while getting he jumped into the passenger's seat. Jelena finally appears in a baggy black shirt, hair let down, and long blue skirt. Jelena climbs into the driver's seat and the journey begins.
The long drive made him think about what was going on. Nothing about this wrestling world Mark so passionately and obsessively lived around mattered to Jelena and his unborn children. All they needed was for Mark to be there, to be the father that would lift them when they are down. Help them in their decisions, guide them in life, be home when they needed him. That's all they will ever want; Mark being there. So what was the issue? Wrestling. Mark leaned against the window of his seat, and watched the cars in traffic pass by along with the buildings of San Jose. It dawned how much everything here meant to him but the Grand Title and the business with it was consuming his mind.
Upon arriving at the airport, he was the first to get out of the black van in the radiance of the sun. The back of the van was popped up already, and he was helped with his bags inside. He slowly walked up to Jelena, and caressed his arms around hers. Hazel eyes meeting green eyes on a love battlefield. Lips parting before sealing the goodbye with a long kiss. Once their heads were pulled away, it was forehead to forehead with breaths of joy but sorrow in the undertone.
“You better win, and come back home for our children to be. You better win so I can see your face every morning I awake. You better win Mark, but please know you have decisions to make, wrestling is one thing, traveling the fucking world to do it is another. Please. I cannot do this indefinitely.”
Her voice was stern. Hands sticking to his cheeks like glue, and Mark nodding his head. She meant every word to him, and he knew that he mustn't break a promise made to his love. The Grand Championship was not only a belt but his current ticket to making things better. His personal life of himself, his friends, and his finally. In fact wrestling was his ticket to heaven, and he was not going to let anyone else grab it with their impure hand prints destroying the purity of such gold mines, and he had to find out who was behind the attacks on him and his families property. Until the pay per view he was unsure if the issues were wrestling related, but the fact someone got into the backstage area had made him certain the answer was at his place of work.
Mark only really had history with a couple of men in Project Honor, Indy Darling, a man he simply didn’t think capable of the acts, Mark didn’t like Indy, but he respected him enough to know this wasn’t his doing.
The other man was Dickie Watson, Mark hates Dickie Watson and that feeling is mutual… but just no!! Whatever Dickie has said and done, whatever Mark has called him, Dickie does have standards and morals much higher than this.
The next problem for Mark is Ozymandias, the Ozy problem started after the issues… it’s not Ozy.
“I will not let you down. I love you so much.”
“I love you to...go.”
She left his arms, and finally felt the touch of his hands for the last time temporarily. Mark nodded his head; Watching his Jelena in the car take off to go home as he turned a full 180 to enter into the airport. This journey was a huge one. Nothing is stopping Mark Hunter beating the ever loving shit out of Euan Hill. Getting on that JetBlue plane means no turning back, and damn sure no losing another chance to silence more critics, the more haters, and everyone who told him he isn’t worthy. This was a yes. The ultimate yes, the biggest year in his life screamed at the back of his vocal chords in such a rugged tone. In fact Mark wished this match was a title defence, much like his previous fight against Indy. Mark knew title matches meant more eyes, more eyes meant more people to silence.
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“First the fire, Second the car, Third the locker room, MORE ON THE WAY, EXPECT TO SUFFER, YOUR FAMILY IS NOT SAFE!!”
“The whole art of war consists of guessing at what is on the other side of the hill.” - Duke of Wellington.
Online Blog
From The Keyboard Of Mark Hunter
May 3rd, 2021 - 14:31
“All I ever asked for in my life was to be normal. A normal childhood, a normal teenage life, a normal household, a normal family, a normal career, a normal death. Normality was all I wanted, and yet God couldn't give me that. Ever since I was a child, I made choices that either benefited me or cost me dearly. Choices that I would be happy to make on my own but the luxury was not a privilege. I was always influenced by my family or the people closest to me to do things I would never do if I had the choice. My father was a fanatic Christian like many of my external family, they kept telling me that my destiny was to be a Pastor or something in that mould. It was like a knife went through their hearts, and twisted the moment I had to let them know I am not that religious, and beyond that, I wanted to be a wrestler. Imagine just sitting down at the table with your family laughing, enjoying spending time with each other. They EXPECT you to do as they please yet when their plans don't go as they think they should, all hell breaks loose. They want you to do what they think you should do. It's all about what's "best" for you but they don't know what's best for you until they walk in a mile in your shoes. I'm pretty sure everyone can relate to it except for some people. My Father disowned me, and half of my own family never wanted to talk to me. All because I made a choice that I believed in.”
“It's like they come to bite me back in the ass for what I believe in myself was right. One minute, I'm doing great by jumping two steps ahead only to have my ass kicked back to the starting point of the game. This is just one gigantic game! The Ballad of just tearing Mark Hunter apart huh?! You guys want to hear a joke? On one side, I'm sitting here in front of this laptop typing a blog to promote my Main Event versus Eaun Hill, putting on this charade of a superhero. The famous face everyone looks toward, and everyone can feel better when they see me perform on television yet my family life is being attacked, my patience for this bullshit is hanging by a thread. No, it's worse. It's all up in smoke. I'm battling two sides of my life that are ripping each other apart piece by piece until the board is just shattered, and decimated, I’m battling these two sides because someone has clearly crossed a fucking line. It's literally eating my fucking heart out. What a funny joke huh'? The Straight Shooter, Mark Hunter is vulnerable.”
“So what is the verdict? Do I just call it quits? Do I just destroy what's around me, and leave everything behind when the going gets tough? The hardship I'm enduring personally is more than enough to end everything I've worked so hard for in my professional life. Is it enough? I don't even know the answer. For the first time in my life, I don't know what choice to make. I'm stuck at an end. A roadblock. A dead end. No idea what to do, who to go to, who to trust.”
“My career is just SUCCESSFUL yet when it comes to my family, Jelena, and my future children, it’s failure. Failure to be a good person, failure to be a good boyfriend, failure to protect them from a hidden demon, failure, failure, failure. FAILURE.”
“I am beyond my breaking point, and I am pushed farther than my limit. You can only take so much before blowing up. I never had much of a good life when I was younger. Judgmental family and disruptive in school. I struggled between wrestling, and college. I had to scratch, claw, and fight my way to where I am now. Now though my world has had a bomb dropped on it. It's like every breath I take is being forced from my lungs, and I can't even breathe in this clouded room of pity, self-hatred, and sorrow. I'm breaking, I'm falling apart, and God can't help me. I've been forsaken, and I probably deserve it. These are my consequences, the reactions to my actions. I'm in so much pain mentally trying to figure this shit out, and it won't end. It's never going to end because of what's finally happened.”
“All this right before facing Eaun Hill, and I am still digging deep inside my soul to harvest every drop of courage to go into Brazil, put on a brave face, and walk out with another win to my name.”
“I've never felt so fucking alone. I've never felt so abandoned. The only people left in my life are Jelena, and my unborn children, and yet I feel like a lone cub. Am I even a wolf? How can I lead the pack when I can't even bear my fangs yet? The future with my Children means everything to me. They are the reason I continue to fight through the personal attacks even when all hope is lost, and hell… some courage is slipping. When the time comes, to see them smile every day, go to school everyday, eat everyday, take selfies everyday, and even watch television all day gives me that drive to wrestle in that ring even if it would be my last.”
“A father must do everything to make sure his children are safe and blessed with every opportunity they have to be successful. Guide them on the right path, ensure their future is secured to be great for society, and be memorable for the world. To help them carve their dreams into reality, and do whatever it takes to put them higher than Heaven. That is the mission of a father but what happens when a father can't even protect them and their mother before they are born?”
“What will I have taught my children? Simple. I’d have taught them that fathers are a joke, love doesn't exist, arguing, fighting, and being an asshole. That's what I’d have taught them, and I hate myself everyday for that truth. I can barely go to sleep at night.”
“Everyday I struggle with suffering from the sheer thought of watching the twins experience the worst of reality when they arrive. Their own father can't live up what he says on television. I'm over here fighting a war on both sides, and there's no way out. That's why I'm angry. Possibly more angry than I've ever been in my entire life. What is a father supposed to do when he sees the world around his family falling apart because someone wants to get at him? I’ve hired a damn investigator to look into the attacks on me and my family, that’s how stupid the bullshit has got.”
“Now, Euan Hill, I don’t believe for a damn second you are either responsible for any of my problems, or capable of planning such barbaric actions. Please don’t think I’ll not be taking this match as an opportunity though, right now I need a release from the hell. You are my release Mr. Hill. I’d therefore suggest you tread very carefully before saying or doing something that costs you more than a damn match, I’ve said about my breaking point, don’t be the one in the way when I snap and cross a line I'll never come back from.”
“Every object has a shatter point, a limitation to its tensile strength. Apply enough force, and it will break.”