Post by F. Styles on Oct 6, 2016 23:39:08 GMT -5
I sit with a camera locked on me inside of a cheap motel. This, I guess, is how I’m going to be living for the next while as we travel from state to state. A cheap motel is better than a van though, but soon I'll have my place together, and then it will be on.
My laptop, she makes a noise at me and I am forced to listen. It’s naught but a simple “ding” but it does the trick, it gets my attention. Yet another one sounds, and then another. She is talking swiftly at me, barely giving me the chance to answer. I hate instant messengers, my fingers are not as quick with this as my feet are in the ring and catching up seems to take an absolute age.
Arora says:
I hear you’re coming back to Atlanta next week.
I can’t wait to see you again.
It’s been ages; well it feels like it anyway.
I type back;
Styles says:
Yeah I am. It’s going to be weird. I don’t think they like me much in this promotion already.
Arora says:
How come?
Styles says:
It’s difficult to explain. Never before have I been booed but yet when I made my dive, while they all screamed, they screamed with malice. Maybe I am destined to be disliked away from home?
Arora says:
Maybe but they’ll love you back home, you know that. You know, I’ll love you more though.
Styles says:
For a friend, you’re doing a terrible job of proving that’s all you are.
Arora says:
Well I miss you, what am I meant to do?
Styles says:
I dunno, what’s gotten into you anyway, with all the soppiness all of a sudden? This isn’t the Arora I knew!
Arora says:
Well things and situations change.
Styles says:
Like?
Arora says:
Just things.
Styles says:
Oh so the whole mystery act again now, is it? You gunna keep more secrets from me?
Arora says:
Like I kept any to start with! I just miss you that’s all.
Styles:
Miss you too. Look I better go; I’ve got a job to get on with.
Arora says:
Make sure you keep in touch.
Styles says:
Of course. You gunna be there for me in my first match?
Arora says:
I wouldn’t miss it.
Styles:
Awesome. I’ll see you then; I’ll get back to Atlanta before so I can meet up with you in time, yeah?
Arora says:
Sounds good!
Styles:
See you then. Bye.
Arora says:
Byeeeeeee. Xxx
I shut my laptop down; it’s of no use to me right now with this camera pointing at me. I’ve sat on the internet, using one of those mobile sticks for the past couple of hours talking to old friends from the A, trying to draw some form of interest to get them to come to my first show back in “mainstream” wrestling. So here I am now, sat within this hotel room, a small handicam pointing at me, sat on a small makeshift tripod.
It’s time, for the first time in months for me to talk trash.
“I honestly don’t know where to start…” I speak forward towards the camera. “My first week from up under the mask and I’m headed to Texas, away from what I ran from to start with…and yet I wonder why I bothered because all it seems to be is one giant head game in this place, like a bad acid trip…hang on, this wouldn’t sound familiar, would it?”
I almost have to chuckle to myself a tad at the reference to some of the things that have gone on.
“Thing is though, when you get no hype, no advertising, no promo time on your first week in a company and then that’s followed directly by a match with one of its hall of famers, you know that someone really either wants you to succeed, or they’re just ####ing with ya. So Redemption, I’d like to know which one it is brah, I really would because I’m just not understanding. Not that I don’t appreciate the effort you’ve put in to giving me a match, but I would honestly just love to know what it is that is going through your mind. You go through all of that for one show really wasn’t bad, and now here we are, trying to find new tag champs…and everybody’s looking to get that first leg up in the race. Some of these guys, they’re all bred for the “entertainment” aspect however; they’re all bred to entertain a mindless crowd who don’t appreciate the TRUE value of what we do. They don’t understand that we risk our bodies and our lives with every move we make, that a moonsault from the rafters of a building could well have killed me, they STILL booed, and they STILL acted ungrateful to me for what I did. I made it POSSIBLE for them to enjoy themselves in that moment where everyone turned up and decided to beat the hell out of each other with shovels and shopping carts. The thing is though, they cheered the weapon shots yet all I got was a proxy “Woah” before booing as loudly as they could.
Doesn’t that just show who they REALLY are?
Doesn’t that just show what this sport REALLY HAS become?
It’s pitiful that people wrestle under these pretenses unlike those trained in Lucha. We at least have honor and respect for our opponents, but you, none of you self proclaimed “wrestlers” do. You all care for you and the cheers you can get and it makes me sick.”
So here we go then, it’s time to kick this into a higher gear, I think to myself as I now stand attempting to put more passion and drive into the speech.
“Some of you spend your ENTIRE life on some kind of trip. You could barely put three moves together without your precious tricks and weapons, and why? You were too busy in your own private wonderland, exploiting your need for violence. You have NO CARE OR REGARD for yourself OR for your opponents by doing that, all you clearly care about is escaping any pathetic problems you have. Now I ain’t saying that I’m a perfect example of looking after myself, I mean there are times back home where I’d go out with the guys, but there’s a difference between casual fun and self-destruction and ANYONE would be able to tell you what it is that you’re doing. Thing is though, you’re more than happy to go down that route because it gets you away from everything – well one thing that the drugs won’t get you away from, is me. While you all’re stuck in your own little world during the show, I’m gunna be making an impact. My first singles match here in the world of Redemption will put me on the scene in a major way, and I plan on utilizing everything within my power to make sure Chris Maverick or whoever else is placed in this match don’t walk out with the win.
So to Mr. Maverick, with all that said, I have only one thing left to say.
Desafiante veces están aquí para quedarse. Bienvenido a la ‘A’”
I step forward towards the camera and quickly click it off, deciding that I’m just about done. I allow then, my body to fall onto the bed behind me as the scene fades
My laptop, she makes a noise at me and I am forced to listen. It’s naught but a simple “ding” but it does the trick, it gets my attention. Yet another one sounds, and then another. She is talking swiftly at me, barely giving me the chance to answer. I hate instant messengers, my fingers are not as quick with this as my feet are in the ring and catching up seems to take an absolute age.
Arora says:
I hear you’re coming back to Atlanta next week.
I can’t wait to see you again.
It’s been ages; well it feels like it anyway.
I type back;
Styles says:
Yeah I am. It’s going to be weird. I don’t think they like me much in this promotion already.
Arora says:
How come?
Styles says:
It’s difficult to explain. Never before have I been booed but yet when I made my dive, while they all screamed, they screamed with malice. Maybe I am destined to be disliked away from home?
Arora says:
Maybe but they’ll love you back home, you know that. You know, I’ll love you more though.
Styles says:
For a friend, you’re doing a terrible job of proving that’s all you are.
Arora says:
Well I miss you, what am I meant to do?
Styles says:
I dunno, what’s gotten into you anyway, with all the soppiness all of a sudden? This isn’t the Arora I knew!
Arora says:
Well things and situations change.
Styles says:
Like?
Arora says:
Just things.
Styles says:
Oh so the whole mystery act again now, is it? You gunna keep more secrets from me?
Arora says:
Like I kept any to start with! I just miss you that’s all.
Styles:
Miss you too. Look I better go; I’ve got a job to get on with.
Arora says:
Make sure you keep in touch.
Styles says:
Of course. You gunna be there for me in my first match?
Arora says:
I wouldn’t miss it.
Styles:
Awesome. I’ll see you then; I’ll get back to Atlanta before so I can meet up with you in time, yeah?
Arora says:
Sounds good!
Styles:
See you then. Bye.
Arora says:
Byeeeeeee. Xxx
I shut my laptop down; it’s of no use to me right now with this camera pointing at me. I’ve sat on the internet, using one of those mobile sticks for the past couple of hours talking to old friends from the A, trying to draw some form of interest to get them to come to my first show back in “mainstream” wrestling. So here I am now, sat within this hotel room, a small handicam pointing at me, sat on a small makeshift tripod.
It’s time, for the first time in months for me to talk trash.
“I honestly don’t know where to start…” I speak forward towards the camera. “My first week from up under the mask and I’m headed to Texas, away from what I ran from to start with…and yet I wonder why I bothered because all it seems to be is one giant head game in this place, like a bad acid trip…hang on, this wouldn’t sound familiar, would it?”
I almost have to chuckle to myself a tad at the reference to some of the things that have gone on.
“Thing is though, when you get no hype, no advertising, no promo time on your first week in a company and then that’s followed directly by a match with one of its hall of famers, you know that someone really either wants you to succeed, or they’re just ####ing with ya. So Redemption, I’d like to know which one it is brah, I really would because I’m just not understanding. Not that I don’t appreciate the effort you’ve put in to giving me a match, but I would honestly just love to know what it is that is going through your mind. You go through all of that for one show really wasn’t bad, and now here we are, trying to find new tag champs…and everybody’s looking to get that first leg up in the race. Some of these guys, they’re all bred for the “entertainment” aspect however; they’re all bred to entertain a mindless crowd who don’t appreciate the TRUE value of what we do. They don’t understand that we risk our bodies and our lives with every move we make, that a moonsault from the rafters of a building could well have killed me, they STILL booed, and they STILL acted ungrateful to me for what I did. I made it POSSIBLE for them to enjoy themselves in that moment where everyone turned up and decided to beat the hell out of each other with shovels and shopping carts. The thing is though, they cheered the weapon shots yet all I got was a proxy “Woah” before booing as loudly as they could.
Doesn’t that just show who they REALLY are?
Doesn’t that just show what this sport REALLY HAS become?
It’s pitiful that people wrestle under these pretenses unlike those trained in Lucha. We at least have honor and respect for our opponents, but you, none of you self proclaimed “wrestlers” do. You all care for you and the cheers you can get and it makes me sick.”
So here we go then, it’s time to kick this into a higher gear, I think to myself as I now stand attempting to put more passion and drive into the speech.
“Some of you spend your ENTIRE life on some kind of trip. You could barely put three moves together without your precious tricks and weapons, and why? You were too busy in your own private wonderland, exploiting your need for violence. You have NO CARE OR REGARD for yourself OR for your opponents by doing that, all you clearly care about is escaping any pathetic problems you have. Now I ain’t saying that I’m a perfect example of looking after myself, I mean there are times back home where I’d go out with the guys, but there’s a difference between casual fun and self-destruction and ANYONE would be able to tell you what it is that you’re doing. Thing is though, you’re more than happy to go down that route because it gets you away from everything – well one thing that the drugs won’t get you away from, is me. While you all’re stuck in your own little world during the show, I’m gunna be making an impact. My first singles match here in the world of Redemption will put me on the scene in a major way, and I plan on utilizing everything within my power to make sure Chris Maverick or whoever else is placed in this match don’t walk out with the win.
So to Mr. Maverick, with all that said, I have only one thing left to say.
Desafiante veces están aquí para quedarse. Bienvenido a la ‘A’”
I step forward towards the camera and quickly click it off, deciding that I’m just about done. I allow then, my body to fall onto the bed behind me as the scene fades
