When Supersonic Call’s it Quits

I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. I want to save my strength for more times when you really need me. I want to remember the good times with you. Of Supersonic and Tarantula.

As your brother, I love you. I may not have always shown you but I’m saying it now. But I realize that you may not feel the same way. You’ve never recovered from that final match between us. It’s a metaphor for how I describe our relationship as kids. I really loved playing with you when nothing else mattered. I really loved challenging you to a match and beating you in our makeshift ring.

I remember how you would protest and reject my offers to wrestle. I get it. You knew the outcome and didn’t want to repeat the shame of losing. Now that I have a chance to think about my memories of those matches, I think I love remembering that you accepted challenge. I think you knew that you were going to lose but accepted it anyway.

Coming back to the present, I think you’re jaded. You gave up being Tarantula a long time ago. You’ve watched me live a life as Supersonic and don’t accept it.

I don’t need you to accept it but it’s part of the problem.