A Look Into The Life Of The Fall Guy

[Shianne Lovelace]

Chris Greene sat alone in his apartment, sipping from his coffee... his phone ringing but he didn't feel compelled to look or answer. The apartment was a pretty dull, one-bedroom place but it was enough for him. He didn't need fancy possessions, that fire... no, desire in him burned out a long time ago. All he needed was something livable. What he has now is the definition of that. A small sofa, a coffee table, a small kitchen, a 19-inch TV, DVD player, bathroom and a bed in the small bedroom. All he needed, he was content with his lifestyle.

 

Even though he was home, though, there was a constant thump, thump, thumping - his leg, bouncing from stress and anxiety. It'd been a while since it was this bad. Not since... 2012? Somewhere around there. He kept thinking about how he was just another guy.. just another wrestler. Again, something that never really bothered him before - That's just what he is. Another wrestler. Perhaps the anxiety about it began to creep up on him due to the bigger stage he's been put on. He still has to get used to the OCW... everything, really. He set the coffee cup down and thought over the match with Power & Glory from the other night. Since the Hattons match, they hadn't been steamrolled quite like that.. so much for capitalizing on the Rookie Rush.

 

Chris sighed, getting up and heading to the kitchen. He started making himself dinner, getting out everything needed for Chicken Alfredo.. his favorite meal. Cooking calmed him down. He thought about things. How long could he keep this up, though? He looked up to John, literally and figuratively, for being a much braver and determined man than Chris had ever been... and yet he always came to Chris for help. It was an odd dynamic, one balanced by age and experience while also being imbalanced by talent and charisma.

 

Lost in his train of thought, Chris cut his finger whilst slicing up some chicken. At the same moment, John Carter bursts through his apartment door, damn near ripping the thing off the hinges.

 

Chris: "Fuck!.... Gah, Dammit!"

 

John: "CHRISTOPHER! YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT! WE GOT'IM!"

 

Chris: "Why the fuck didn't you call me? I'm making dinner here. I cut my damn finger 'cause of you!"

 

Chris is wrapping his finger up with some tape as that's all he has on hand at the moment.

 

John: "I tried calling, but you wouldn't answer. So, I came here to clue you in and make sure you didn't die of starvation or something."

 

Chris: "Fucking hell... Ugh, alright."

 

John: "But we got 'im!"

 

Chris: "Who? Roven?"

 

John: "No, the guy I told you about!"

 

Chris: "Oh, right. The old tag partner guy. Cool. Sit down, I'm almost done cooking here, so I might as well serve you since you came rushing in here like an idiot."

 

John: "You love me for it, you know that,"

 

Chris: "Yeah, as my friend. I'd rather have Cynthia barging through that door right now, if I'm being honest."

 

John: "Firstly, ouch. Secondly, we really gotta talk about Derek and Tyler anyways, so this whole scenario worked out fine."

 

Chris pushed everything down, his anxieties, fears and mental loopholes and focused on finishing up his meal, and listening to John's grandiose plan for Derek and Tyler. He could worry about these things later, for now it's time to focus on eating pasta like a madman, and the future of Wrestling Club.