Post by xxsaint on Mar 11, 2008 15:13:32 GMT -5
Twice it had happened before that Kris Sayint had been knocked out cold. The first wasn’t bad because he wasn’t out cold for any longer than a minute. But the second time always scared him whenever he thought about it. This time he was out for hours and had to be rushed to the hospital. Now he had accepted a match type where the only way to win was to knock your opponent out. Ever since earlier that night Kris had been thinking about the match and his past. How could he have been so dumb and accept the match? He seriously couldn’t believe what he had done. Just the thought of being knocked for the third time gave him the chills. It could be the last time. Suddenly Kris’ cell phone had begun to ring. After hearing this he jumped. He was very tense about the phone call ringing. He shifted through his bag and pulled out his Blackberry. He pushed the talk button and lifted the phone to his ear.
"He…Hello."
"Kris it’s me Ryan."
"You have got the nerve to call me. I still don’t think you realize what you have done. I don’t want to talk to ya. Aren’t you in prison anyways? Shouldn’t you be rotting in a cell somewhere? Why would you use you’re one call on me anyways?"
"Chill bro. Hear me out now. Yeah, I defiantly do realize what I’ve done in my life. Sitting in those cells can change someone big time. Ever since being put in here like two month’s ago all I have been doing was thinking. I MESSED UP big time. I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me. I turned into a twisted lunatic all because mom and dad gave me to an orphanage and I don’t know why. I don’t know why I had to go ahead and kill them. I was messed in the head. I wish I could take that back. I wish I could start my life over again bro. I can’t tell you how much I miss them. I fucking hate my life now. I want to change and I want to do it now. There really isn’t anything I can do because I simply messed up my life and now I’m in prison for the rest of my life. I just wish I could start over bro. The reason why I called you because you are the only family I got left and you’re the only person who can help me change my psychotic ways. Before that though, I called to help you. I know that you’ve been stressing. It’s entirely fault because it was me who had knocked you out before. I know that you have been thinking about it a lot coming from the match that you will be in later tonight. Bro, don’t think about what happened in the past. I know you got a bright future ahead of ya. Listen, if you forget about the past and focus with everything ya got in this match then you will win. I’ve got faith in ya bro. Come on now we are family and I will always have your back. Don’t worry about that chump Jasta. I know you can beat him."
Kris sat there dumbfounded. He didn’t know whether o not he could believe this man who was his so called brother. He simply didn’t know what to do. He didn’t say a word for a moment or two. Ryan was the only family that he had. But Ryan had done so much wrong. How could he trust what he is saying? Kris honestly didn’t know what to do. He thought while Jaime continued to wait on the other line. Kris then spoke out.
"Ryan Johnson. I don’t know if I can trust you. How can I believe that you want to change?"
"Kris please trust me on…"
"I…I…"
Kris dug deep down. His name was Sayint after all. Sometimes you have to forgive in life especially when this was family.
"Ryan, if you want help…Then I’ll help ya."
"Thanks bro. You don’t know how much this means to me. But seriously focus on your match and you’ll win. Help me later right now you should be thinking about your match tonight."
"How do you know about the XWA and me wrestling?"
"I’ve got my ways. Go on now. Get ready for the match. Do it for mom and dad."
Kris then heard a click on the other line. Ryan had hung up. Did he really wan help in changing his life? The only way to find out was to help him. But what he said was true. He had to focus what was in front of him. He couldn’t let the past ruin his future. He was going to go into this match and win. He was going to win this match for his parents. For the Johnson family name. He stood up and began nodding his head. He was getting pumped up for the match. More ready as can be he left his locker room and made his way to the ring entrance area. Soon the match will begin.
"He…Hello."
"Kris it’s me Ryan."
"You have got the nerve to call me. I still don’t think you realize what you have done. I don’t want to talk to ya. Aren’t you in prison anyways? Shouldn’t you be rotting in a cell somewhere? Why would you use you’re one call on me anyways?"
"Chill bro. Hear me out now. Yeah, I defiantly do realize what I’ve done in my life. Sitting in those cells can change someone big time. Ever since being put in here like two month’s ago all I have been doing was thinking. I MESSED UP big time. I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me. I turned into a twisted lunatic all because mom and dad gave me to an orphanage and I don’t know why. I don’t know why I had to go ahead and kill them. I was messed in the head. I wish I could take that back. I wish I could start my life over again bro. I can’t tell you how much I miss them. I fucking hate my life now. I want to change and I want to do it now. There really isn’t anything I can do because I simply messed up my life and now I’m in prison for the rest of my life. I just wish I could start over bro. The reason why I called you because you are the only family I got left and you’re the only person who can help me change my psychotic ways. Before that though, I called to help you. I know that you’ve been stressing. It’s entirely fault because it was me who had knocked you out before. I know that you have been thinking about it a lot coming from the match that you will be in later tonight. Bro, don’t think about what happened in the past. I know you got a bright future ahead of ya. Listen, if you forget about the past and focus with everything ya got in this match then you will win. I’ve got faith in ya bro. Come on now we are family and I will always have your back. Don’t worry about that chump Jasta. I know you can beat him."
Kris sat there dumbfounded. He didn’t know whether o not he could believe this man who was his so called brother. He simply didn’t know what to do. He didn’t say a word for a moment or two. Ryan was the only family that he had. But Ryan had done so much wrong. How could he trust what he is saying? Kris honestly didn’t know what to do. He thought while Jaime continued to wait on the other line. Kris then spoke out.
"Ryan Johnson. I don’t know if I can trust you. How can I believe that you want to change?"
"Kris please trust me on…"
"I…I…"
Kris dug deep down. His name was Sayint after all. Sometimes you have to forgive in life especially when this was family.
"Ryan, if you want help…Then I’ll help ya."
"Thanks bro. You don’t know how much this means to me. But seriously focus on your match and you’ll win. Help me later right now you should be thinking about your match tonight."
"How do you know about the XWA and me wrestling?"
"I’ve got my ways. Go on now. Get ready for the match. Do it for mom and dad."
Kris then heard a click on the other line. Ryan had hung up. Did he really wan help in changing his life? The only way to find out was to help him. But what he said was true. He had to focus what was in front of him. He couldn’t let the past ruin his future. He was going to go into this match and win. He was going to win this match for his parents. For the Johnson family name. He stood up and began nodding his head. He was getting pumped up for the match. More ready as can be he left his locker room and made his way to the ring entrance area. Soon the match will begin.