Post by Pequeño Dinosaurio on Dec 22, 2022 23:59:06 GMT
A single snowflake drifts on the breeze. High above the bustling ‘Rainy City’ it begins its descent. Down past Etihad Stadium and Manchester Cathedral, past Chinatown and skirting along Gay Village all the way to Albert Square.
Coming to rest upon the windowpane of The Alan. A four star hotel mere feet from Albert Square, it was more than they usually would spend but Vanessa had assured him that the group’s collective performance had more than justified this one being on Sol Management’s dime.
Looking around the suite, he was past the sofa, sitting in a lounge chair lost in the lights of the green and gold decorated tree.
In jeans and a Bear-O-Dactyl t-shirt, if it weren’t for the mask he’d look like any other twenty something fan. But, Vanessa could tell he was bothered by something.
With Iron Wolf not competing in the Ice Rumble and Jack stalking the women of Manchester, it was the first time they’d been alone together in some time.
They hadn’t been alone together since that one night in Canada right before they joined IIW. Could it be her?
No. She’d been cool as a cucumber ever since, she’d acted like nothing happened. The perfect one night stand, right?
Then why was it so awkward?
Watching as our lone snowflake turns to water and runs down the window, Vanessa sighs.
She couldn’t tell him now, not before a huge opportunity like the Ice Rumble. Entering at nineteen, he could have a genuine chance if he stayed focused.
A chance at the IIW World Heavyweight Championship and he would be the last person the current champion, John Cavanagh, would expect.
Telling him now would ruin that chance almost certainly. She’d have to tell him soon enough, time was running out on how much longer she’d be able to hide it.
“Hey Dino…” She started softly, snapping him from his trance. “…it’s not a big deal or anything but I got you a little something for Christmas.”
Turning to her, he smiled then flushed under his mask. He’d been training so hard for the Ice Rumble he hadn’t the time nor the thought to return the favour. He felt horrible.
Shifting uncomfortably in his shirt, he started. “I feel horrible, I didn’t…”
Cutting him off, she finished. “Think I would find out about the dinner reservations you made?” She said, smiling coyly.
“Jack.” He thought to himself, surely this was the work of that meddling Lucha bear.
She was beaming now, “I can’t believe you did this! It take like six months to get reservations! Even my father couldn’t get a table once!”
The grey Egyptian wool sweater trench coat she currently hid beneath would be perfect for their dinner.
“Of, of course.” He stammered, hoping that in her own excitement she wouldn’t notice.
“Oh, the gift.” She said, coming back to the present and producing a small rectangular box. Green and tied with a gold ribbon. She hands it to him saying.
“I feel like I owe you an explanation.” She started, handing it to him. “When we were kids, you were so mean to me!” She says laughing. “So, this one time at the arena I took a silly toy, a…”
“Figure of my father.” He finished, opening the box. “I, I thought I lost this.” He says smiling, lost in a memory.
“My mother gave me this when father won his first World Championship. Two months later, she…” Trailing off, they both remembered his mother’s death all too well.
He was but a boy but it wounded him deeply, perhaps deeper than he ever realized. But when faced with the memories of Christmases past, he chooses to smile as tears fill his eyes. “Thank you Vanessa.”
“I am so sorry.” She starts, but that’s all she gets out.
With a wave of his hand and a smile, he says. “All is forgiven. Feliz navidad Vanessa.”
Getting up, he hugs not his agent, not a girl he hooked up with, but a friend. Honest and true. They’d spent his rookie year finding their way to IIW…
…now was the time to make their mark! 2023 would be the beginning of the age of the dinosaur, but first he’d need to conquer the Ice Rumble.
Coming to rest upon the windowpane of The Alan. A four star hotel mere feet from Albert Square, it was more than they usually would spend but Vanessa had assured him that the group’s collective performance had more than justified this one being on Sol Management’s dime.
Looking around the suite, he was past the sofa, sitting in a lounge chair lost in the lights of the green and gold decorated tree.
In jeans and a Bear-O-Dactyl t-shirt, if it weren’t for the mask he’d look like any other twenty something fan. But, Vanessa could tell he was bothered by something.
With Iron Wolf not competing in the Ice Rumble and Jack stalking the women of Manchester, it was the first time they’d been alone together in some time.
They hadn’t been alone together since that one night in Canada right before they joined IIW. Could it be her?
No. She’d been cool as a cucumber ever since, she’d acted like nothing happened. The perfect one night stand, right?
Then why was it so awkward?
Watching as our lone snowflake turns to water and runs down the window, Vanessa sighs.
She couldn’t tell him now, not before a huge opportunity like the Ice Rumble. Entering at nineteen, he could have a genuine chance if he stayed focused.
A chance at the IIW World Heavyweight Championship and he would be the last person the current champion, John Cavanagh, would expect.
Telling him now would ruin that chance almost certainly. She’d have to tell him soon enough, time was running out on how much longer she’d be able to hide it.
“Hey Dino…” She started softly, snapping him from his trance. “…it’s not a big deal or anything but I got you a little something for Christmas.”
Turning to her, he smiled then flushed under his mask. He’d been training so hard for the Ice Rumble he hadn’t the time nor the thought to return the favour. He felt horrible.
Shifting uncomfortably in his shirt, he started. “I feel horrible, I didn’t…”
Cutting him off, she finished. “Think I would find out about the dinner reservations you made?” She said, smiling coyly.
“Jack.” He thought to himself, surely this was the work of that meddling Lucha bear.
She was beaming now, “I can’t believe you did this! It take like six months to get reservations! Even my father couldn’t get a table once!”
The grey Egyptian wool sweater trench coat she currently hid beneath would be perfect for their dinner.
“Of, of course.” He stammered, hoping that in her own excitement she wouldn’t notice.
“Oh, the gift.” She said, coming back to the present and producing a small rectangular box. Green and tied with a gold ribbon. She hands it to him saying.
“I feel like I owe you an explanation.” She started, handing it to him. “When we were kids, you were so mean to me!” She says laughing. “So, this one time at the arena I took a silly toy, a…”
“Figure of my father.” He finished, opening the box. “I, I thought I lost this.” He says smiling, lost in a memory.
“My mother gave me this when father won his first World Championship. Two months later, she…” Trailing off, they both remembered his mother’s death all too well.
He was but a boy but it wounded him deeply, perhaps deeper than he ever realized. But when faced with the memories of Christmases past, he chooses to smile as tears fill his eyes. “Thank you Vanessa.”
“I am so sorry.” She starts, but that’s all she gets out.
With a wave of his hand and a smile, he says. “All is forgiven. Feliz navidad Vanessa.”
Getting up, he hugs not his agent, not a girl he hooked up with, but a friend. Honest and true. They’d spent his rookie year finding their way to IIW…
…now was the time to make their mark! 2023 would be the beginning of the age of the dinosaur, but first he’d need to conquer the Ice Rumble.