Post by Drew Stevenson on Jan 16, 2016 14:19:20 GMT -6
The smell was all too familiar, a building that I knew almost better than anyone else. Looking around the large building, it had been abandoned for a little while now but that was about to change. The old wrestling ring that I currently stood in has been all cleaned up, and it was about to be used one more time. As I stand in the middle of this ring, I sported my very expensive Armani suit and man do I look good; just like I always do. Knowing that the cameras are watching me, I purposely set all of this up because I had a lot to say, a lot to get off my chest and I wanted for the world to hear what I have to say.
"So this is the part where I stand in this ring and I begin to berate all of you because I have more money than you, right?
This is the part where I tell you about all of my cars, my yacht, my Diamond Rolexes and all of my trips to Rome, Japan, and everywhere else around the world that I can fly to in my private jet but that you can't, right?"
Looking down, I had a very strange feeling in the pit of my stomach but I knew that it was the right thing to do. Reaching up with my right hand, I ran it across the top of my head and immediately returned my attention to the camera.
"That's not going to happen, not today, not tomorrow, most certainly not next week and damn sure not next year.
You see, for far too long - I sported this high dollar suit and I became the man, no, the gimmick that every single promoter wanted me to be simply because I have it all.
Well I'm here to tell you, I'm sick and tired of doing all of this shit..."
Taking in several deep, methodical breaths, I was fed up being the man that they wanted me to be. I wasn't a gimmick, I was known for my pure wrestling abilities and I was going to go back to being me, the man who busted his ass in and out of the ring to learn all of my success.
"... This tie here?"
Reaching up at the area where my tie is, I quickly yanked it off of my neck and threw it down on the canvas. Immediately after that, I took off my very expensive jacket and threw it down on the dull, gray canvas as well.
"That shit has to go! The jacket? It has to go as well because this is not who I am, this is not the man who built an entire legacy in this business."
With my face boiling red, I was angry, passionate and for the first time in a long while - I was hungry, hungrier than I have been in a very long time. Reaching up at my white silk shirt, I ripped it open not caring that I just ruined it or that buttons flew everywhere. Removing the shirt quickly, I threw it down on the canvas as well. With sweat running down my face, I pointed at myself because I was very frustrated, and I needed to speak my mind instead of being somebody who I wasn't.
"When I first came to this industry back in October of 2005? I managed to capture the OCW Intercontinental Championship in my very first match within the company.
On that very same night? I also walked out as the Hardcore Champion and within one month of being in that company; I captured my very first World Heavyweight Championship and do you know how I did it?"
Opening up my hands and holding them out in front of my face, I looked down at them and realized they had become soft, I had turned in to a gimmick, something I swore that I would never be.
"With my bare hands, with my God given talent and not with the help of any promoter or any amount of money in the world and that's because I didn't have any back then.
Every single Emerald Academy all around the world? *I* managed to open them based on MY hard work, based on MY sacrifice to this business and I'm not going to do it anymore."
Shaking my head, I meant every single word and let me tell you; it felt damn good to be the man who I have always been instead of who everybody else wanted me to be.
"The suits? The Extravagant trips? All of the large houses? None of that matters because the only thing that matters to me is this business and I'm no longer going to be YOUR puppet, no, I'm going to be the son of a bitch who has wrestled and beaten every single person who stepped in his path simply because I was better than them.
So from here on out, the man that you knew?"
Making an imaginary gun with my fingers, I placed it up to my temple.
"I just put a bullet in his head!"
Removing the imaginary gun from my head after squeezing the pretend trigger, I turned away from the camera feeling so much better now that I am back to myself. Walking out of the ring, I reached down and grabbed my very expensive alligator shoes from off of my feet and threw them somewhere in the building.
Fade.
"So this is the part where I stand in this ring and I begin to berate all of you because I have more money than you, right?
This is the part where I tell you about all of my cars, my yacht, my Diamond Rolexes and all of my trips to Rome, Japan, and everywhere else around the world that I can fly to in my private jet but that you can't, right?"
Looking down, I had a very strange feeling in the pit of my stomach but I knew that it was the right thing to do. Reaching up with my right hand, I ran it across the top of my head and immediately returned my attention to the camera.
"That's not going to happen, not today, not tomorrow, most certainly not next week and damn sure not next year.
You see, for far too long - I sported this high dollar suit and I became the man, no, the gimmick that every single promoter wanted me to be simply because I have it all.
Well I'm here to tell you, I'm sick and tired of doing all of this shit..."
Taking in several deep, methodical breaths, I was fed up being the man that they wanted me to be. I wasn't a gimmick, I was known for my pure wrestling abilities and I was going to go back to being me, the man who busted his ass in and out of the ring to learn all of my success.
"... This tie here?"
Reaching up at the area where my tie is, I quickly yanked it off of my neck and threw it down on the canvas. Immediately after that, I took off my very expensive jacket and threw it down on the dull, gray canvas as well.
"That shit has to go! The jacket? It has to go as well because this is not who I am, this is not the man who built an entire legacy in this business."
With my face boiling red, I was angry, passionate and for the first time in a long while - I was hungry, hungrier than I have been in a very long time. Reaching up at my white silk shirt, I ripped it open not caring that I just ruined it or that buttons flew everywhere. Removing the shirt quickly, I threw it down on the canvas as well. With sweat running down my face, I pointed at myself because I was very frustrated, and I needed to speak my mind instead of being somebody who I wasn't.
"When I first came to this industry back in October of 2005? I managed to capture the OCW Intercontinental Championship in my very first match within the company.
On that very same night? I also walked out as the Hardcore Champion and within one month of being in that company; I captured my very first World Heavyweight Championship and do you know how I did it?"
Opening up my hands and holding them out in front of my face, I looked down at them and realized they had become soft, I had turned in to a gimmick, something I swore that I would never be.
"With my bare hands, with my God given talent and not with the help of any promoter or any amount of money in the world and that's because I didn't have any back then.
Every single Emerald Academy all around the world? *I* managed to open them based on MY hard work, based on MY sacrifice to this business and I'm not going to do it anymore."
Shaking my head, I meant every single word and let me tell you; it felt damn good to be the man who I have always been instead of who everybody else wanted me to be.
"The suits? The Extravagant trips? All of the large houses? None of that matters because the only thing that matters to me is this business and I'm no longer going to be YOUR puppet, no, I'm going to be the son of a bitch who has wrestled and beaten every single person who stepped in his path simply because I was better than them.
So from here on out, the man that you knew?"
Making an imaginary gun with my fingers, I placed it up to my temple.
"I just put a bullet in his head!"
Removing the imaginary gun from my head after squeezing the pretend trigger, I turned away from the camera feeling so much better now that I am back to myself. Walking out of the ring, I reached down and grabbed my very expensive alligator shoes from off of my feet and threw them somewhere in the building.
Fade.