You can’t choose your family
It was always interesting when Aiden’s family would come to visit. When his lovely wife Kallie’s family would come to visit, it would be a very calm and stoic affair. Her parents were very quiet reserved people who would enjoy quiet conversation and enjoyed the final things in life. That is not what his family was like. The Australian crew was loud brash and obnoxious. They were consisting of his father mother and older brother. Amelia, his sister who had also moved to the United States was not around, instead trying to avoid spending any time with their family. Something that Aiden completely understood.
He shook his head looking over at his father who seemed to be very confused by the way that Americans did things. Staring out the window and down onto the street he narrowed his eyes counting how many times he would see people walk past each other and not greet the person walking in the other direction. Something that in Australia was almost a prerequisite for life.
He was always confused about the cars to how they would go in the opposite direction on the other side of the road. Aiden shook his head looking over at his mother his eyes pleading for help to get her to walk over and pull him away from the window. His mother obliged grabbing hold of his father and leading him towards the kitchen to get something to eat. Took a deep breath trying to gather his thoughts before his brother Adam walked up behind him.
”Oi cunt why the sour lol?”
Aidens eyes widened and he turned and cut his hand over his brother’s mouth before shaking his head and looking around to make sure that nobody heard what he said ”Shhh mate… the Americans get really touchy. If you use that word you have to keep your voice down yeah?”
Adam said something his voice muffled by his brother’s hand. Aiden moved his hand out of the wave raising an eyebrow as Adam looked confused. ”Why? It’s just a word. Like fuck, shit, dick, all the other fun four letter ones” Aiden sighed and shook his head looking over and noticing his young son Dax sitting up on his playmate wide-eyed as he looked at his father and his uncle.
”Oi you fucking peanut you have to watch your fucking mouth. Your nephew is really impressionable right now and if you don’t cut this shit then he’s gonna end up with a little fucking potty mouth. So do me a favour mate and stop being such a loudmouth dick.”
Dax blinks a few times before giggling his little voice ringing out ”Dick!”
Aiden and Adam stood there for a moment shocked that Dax would say such a thing. Of course, Aiden had heard his son swear before and it would usually be followed by a swift slap from his wife. But this was the perfect opportunity to shift the blame. ”You see what you did? Do you see what kind of bad influence you are, mate?”
Before Adam could say anything, the door opened, Kallie stepped in with a smile walking up to Aiden and kissing him on the cheek. ”Hey! How’s the visit going?”
Aiden smiled ”Yeah it’s great. Nothing is going wrong, everything is fine, Dax is doing great, no bad influences going on here.”
”You’re an idiot…”
As Adam walked away Kallie looked confused. She looked down at Dax picking him up ”And how’s my Daxy?”
”Shit!”
Aiden swallowed hard Kallies eyes widened. But as she turned to tell off her husband he was already gone. Her eyes narrowed. She shook her head and growled. ”Aiden!!!”
Whooping the dog
”So what is it about facing Bill Barnhart that has annoyed me so much? I want everyone to think about this. About 40% of my matches in this company have had Bill Barnhart involved. 40%. Almost half of my matches that I’ve had in this company have had that fat arsehole somewhere in or around it. That is unacceptable.”
Aiden folded his arms over his chest he’s normally chill exterior replaced by a look of frustration and anger. His nostrils flared as he shook his head.
”My last match in this company was at the last supercar. And my last opponent was Bill Barnhart. He and I went against each other in a street fight. A match that I won. Any time he and I have been in a match one on one. I’ve walked out the winner. So he’s my question, why am I continually getting books in matches against this man? Why am I continually being forced to get in the ring and fight the same guy weekend and week out?”
“I want to move on from Bill. I want to be able to go and face new challenges. I want to be able to go for the Internet championship or the roulette championship or have some kind of clear path to earn these matches. I’m not going to earn shit by facing the same guy week in and week out.”
“Not to mention it’s getting really hard to come up with new ways to insult this man.”
Aiden rolls his eyes.
”I know! I know exactly what I can do. You see Bill, you went on this large rant and tangent about how I apparently talk nothing but shit and I just say senseless scenes. That’s hilarious. Mainly because you run your mouth and constantly go on tangents about shit that no one cares about. Meanwhile, I produce facts. Fact number one you are a joke. That’s not an opinion that’s a fact. People laugh at you, people think you’re an idiot, people never take you seriously. The fact is the only way that you can get wins is if you go up against people who are quite honestly horrible or you go up against people who Are just plain unlucky.”
“You don’t get wins because of your talent or skill, you get wins based on pure luck. Any time you have ever beaten someone with a name in this business it has just been dumb luck and in a rematch, you’ve been slotted. Again not an opinion…a fact.”
“I’m sick of you. I’m sick of your face. I’m sick of your stupid promos. I’m sick of seeing you in the ring. I’m sick of your wife. I’m sick of your dog. I’m sick of your friends. I’m just playing sick of you. I faced you over and over again and I’ve always been the one who comes out of our matches looking like a winner while you look like a loser.”
“I’m sure you are used to that with everyone”
“But facing the same opponent weak and weak out is starting to take its toll on me. I want this to be the last time. I have to see your stupid face. The last time I have to get in the ring with you, the last time I have to verbally run you down. It’s getting tiring Bill. And I am tired. Tired of facing you over and over again, I’m tired of having to listen to your voice. I’m just sick of it. So this week I’m gonna walk into that ring. I’m going to beat you down. I’m gonna have my hand held high and then I’m gonna leave. I’m gonna leave you in the rearview mirror and I hope to God I never have to see you again because I’m sick and tired of Bill fucking Barnhart”
