Colt woke up and sat up.
"What.... I'm awake, ain't I?" He asked himself. He was sure he was awake. Were his eyes still closed? Or why was everywhere still black? He tried to open his eyes for several minutes.
"My eyes!" He jumped to his feet. Or at least tried. As soon as he moved , he hit his head hard against something. He raised his hand to touch. It felt like concrete.
"Div? Platoon! China? Hey! What the f*ck are you trying to pull?" He yelled. His voice echoed back to him. He touched his eyes. They were open. Why was everywhere still dark?
He panicked.
"Hello! Anyone? Where am I? Dad? China, I bet that is you. Come on, we can talk about this. The bomb thing was just a joke. I wouldn't actually try to blow up my friend." He tried to persuade. He crawled forward as he spoke.
"Chan!" He changed tactics and yelled. "I'm talking to you. Answer me. Chan! Chan!"
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Wilson woke up, feeling groggy. Like most other times, it took him some time to remember what had happened to him. He slowly recollected the fight , the close shaves with death and how Charlie had shown up last minute. The last thing he remembered was him feeling dizzy. Using his ability had exhausted him.
"You're awake!" Silvia whispered. She sat beside him and held his hand.
"Mom."
"How are you?"
"Tired." He answered.
"Obviously. You should sleep some more."
Wilson sighed.
"What about the others?"
"Oh, they're fine. Gene and Danny are with Fawn right now, Charlie and his girlfriend are still debating over which organisations are better sponsors. Dash is with his sister and a group of lousy kids. Jim should be training or something similar. The instructor put him up to it."
Wilson chuckled. The mere thought of Jim training was funny to him. He could almost hear Jim complaining out loud all alone in the training room without daring to defy for fear of even bigger punishments.
"Thank you, mom." Wilson suddenly said.
"For what?"
"For everything you've done for me."
Silvia smiled and stroked Wilson's hair.
"That's my job as your mother."
"Still, thank you." Wilson insisted.
"You are welcome." His mother responded.
Wilson smiled and closed his eyes. Few seconds later, he opened them again.
"When can I meet my uncles?" He asked.
"There will be a general meeting in two weeks time. It's a holiday, so everyone will be there. Uncles, Aunts, Nephews, Nieces, the whole extended family."
"Can I come?"
"Sure."
"I love you mom."
Silvia smiled so wide, her eyes teared up.
"I love you too. Now you really need to go to sleep if you want to be able to fight at your best in front of the whole city."
Wilson blinked.
"Huh? Wait, I can wrestle?"
Silvia nodded.
"But I didn't beat Colt..."
If you excluded the knockout punch.
"Yes, but you showed me all I needed to know. You have proven yourself. You've grown and curse or not, you are just like your father and uncles in that aspect. You are born to fight."
It took Wilson some time to process it. He smiled wider than ever before. He sat up and hugged his mom.
"Thank you, mom. I love you."
"I love you too, son." Silvia said, her heart filled with joy.
As Wilson fell back to sleep in her arms, her smile fell off her face. Only her knew just how many secrets she had kept from her son.
"My dear son. I have to go now." She said as she stroked Wilson's hair. "I wish I could stay longer."
She sighed.
"I wish I could just tell you everything. but somethings must remain secret for your own good."
She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, tears streaming down her face.
"Just know that I love you to death and I hope that will be enough for you. For you to be happy, sacrifices have to be made. But don't worry, I have all that covered, so, you just be the wrestler you've always wanted to be, you hear? Charlie will continue to take good care of you. And so will your uncles and the rest of the family. Goodbye, son. I love you."
And with that, she walked out of the hospital room and straight into a black, squirming portal that appeared on the wall down the corridor. She forced out a smile as she stepped into it. She was doing it for her son. For his dream. She could not stop him from pursuing it so she would stop the curse instead. She, as a mother, should always seek his happiness and if that was the way for him to find that happiness, then she would gladly die.
After all, just like she already told him. He was born to fight.
THE END...