Envious Son

Chapter 2

  8/13/22

At Steve's house in Texas.

CHAPTER 2: Elite Decision

  I was at my dad's place discussing him about the recent talk I had with Tony Khan over the phone. We were both all the way in his back field while looking at the view of the woods that's far back.

"Tony told me that an AEW contract was sent to my home back in Arizona. Honestly I was taken back by it cause I figured he had no interest in having me to be All Elite.....Turns out 'I have a big thing going' according to Mr. Khan.........Though I don't know......." I said while feeling unsure.

My father, Steve turned to me "What? Are you having seconds thoughts already, kiddo? Getting cold feet?"

I sucked in a deep breath and lightly exhaled, looking to the blue sky, I squinted my eyes some as the sun beamed down on us.

I darted my eyes back towards the group of tree's ahead. "Well, no it's not that........It's just........I don't know........" I took a moment to think to myself for a little bit then I turned to my dad.

"Have you ever considered on returning back to Impact Wrestling?......Don't you miss it there?........"

I could see Steve raising his eyebrows and braced himself as he rested his palm at the top of the wooden staff and other palm resting over his other hand.

Did my question caught him by surprise? He looked pretty unsure about it. Was he considering the thought? Obviously I don't have a single clue on what he's thinking so I just waited.

"Unfortunately I did everything I could in TNA. Despite of the few ups and downs I had, I already achieved my goals there so, no need for me to return" Steve replied.

It was a bit of a bummer for me to hear. I very much enjoyed his run in Impact Wrestling, especially the cool moments we had there as father and son. The times when we both teamed up and kicked some ass. We were the idea father and son duo to the fans.

This was WAY before my dad and Darby became a duo in AEW. What pisses me off too is that the fans had the audacity to think of them as father and son 'dynamic'. Hell, even GOOGLE had the audacity to put in their search 'Is Darby Allin Sting's son?'

The NERVE!!

"Not even return back just to commentate? Or be a GM?.." I asked.

"Probably not. But the only thing for sure about me is nothing is for sure"

I let out a scoff "Yeah, that's for sure typical of you..." I say lightly amused by his reply.

I took consideration to the thought of me being part of AEW, debating to myself whether or not if I want to join. Then again, I like the idea of working with my ol' man again. It wouldn't hurt to try something new.

"I made up my mind. I decided that I want to wrestle for AEW. I could see it now 'Rebel Wolf is All Elite!' Or 'Zeke Bain is All Elite!'..." then I glanced over to Steve.

"It's got a ring to it, don't it?" I added out grinning.

In approval my father nodded and I could tell on the look on his face that he's impressed.

"Not bad. Not bad at all" he said then I see him fully turn to me, giving me all his attention.

"In that case, you need to be prepared. You could even start your training today, my ring isn't far from here"

I became perplexed "Wait....You have a ring? As in a WRESTLING ring?"

Steve stood there as if he was speechless then scoffed out with wide eyes "Well....Yeah! I'm unsure what ring you're thinking of unless if it's the one on my finger"

I couldn't help but chuckle on the way he delivered that answer to me. At the same time, it was cool that my dad has a wrestling ring by his house, like how could I miss that?? He must've had it hidden very well.

"That's a good one, dad. But hey! I'm cool with doing some training with you. I want to be prepared for the Elite for sure!" I said eagerly.

Steve soon patted my shoulder then motioned for me to return back near his house. "Come on, it's show time!" He said.

The two of us walked our way back causing the sole of our shoes making graveling sounds on the dirt field.

When we were close enough, my dad made his way around the corner of his house, going down a little pathway that lead to a sturdy looking wrestling ring, I became astonished while feasting my eyes on it.

I let out a whistle "Wow, now that's top notch, dad! It's pretty bi-" then I quickly stopped myself.

I was about to say a swear word but knowing my dad, he isn't fond of them. He had no choice hearing a few obscene words when he works, hearing it from other athletes and fans. He's never comfortable with swear words which is the reason why you NEVER in your life hear the man cussing on TV.

Well, I heard him say words that aren't necessarily nice but they weren't over the top bad either. Words like 'Damn' and one time said the word 'pissed off' when he had the joker gimmick back in Impact Wrestling.

[Joker Sting to Ken Anderson: "You still pissed off?"]

As for me, I cuss like a mother fucking sailor, but I don't dare do it in front of my dad because I respect the ol' man. I respect him very much because I care. Unless if I lose my temper......

So then I finished my sentence "BIG! Yeah! Uh that's the word......Big......." then I cleared my throat and sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck.

My father stood staring at me carefully then nodded "I was going to say....." then he entered the ring.

I myself was going to head inside the 4 sided ring until I had a thought and gazed over at Steve. "I don't have any set of gym clothes to change into for my training....."

Steve nonchalantly brushed it off "No need, you may stay as you are. Just step into this ring and we'll get started"

Hearing what my father said, I went to hop right onto the ringside apron and smoothly hopped over the top rope, landing right in the ring, standing there before the Stinger himself.

"Already showing off I see?" My dad asked.

I crossed my arms so boldly and gave him a cocky smirk. "In case you didn't know, father. I don't 'show off' I'm a full blown natural. I got these genetics from you"

Steve chuckled softly "Alright Mr. Full Blown Natural. Let's put these genetics to good use" he said then all of a sudden someone called to my dad.

"Yo Sting!"

My dad and I turned back to see who it was.

Turned out it was Darby Allin, I stood in complete disbelief, his arrival completely caught me off guard! Like what the hell!?

I slowly turned my head to my dad "What is he doing here?......" I asked confused.

Steve facepalmed to himself "Oh, I almost forgot! Darby wanted to do some training to stay ready for next week. So I invited him over"

I glanced back over seeing that weasel standing out at ringside, with a backpack flung over his shoulder.

My father of course greeted him while I stood completely still in the ring with a straight face, bothered by his presence.

Just great!! Now I would have no choice but to train with this phoney bone head of a wrestler!! That POSER!! God damn it!!