Post by Josh Kennedy on Dec 24, 2017 21:27:44 GMT -5
Long Beach, California
December 22nd 2017
"Conjugate the spilled verbs; which is best for regret? Which allows your heavy eyes to sleep? Where has God gone wrong?" - Deafheaven ("Daedalus")
The camera opens on an intimate close-up of blood red veins snaking across the whites of a pair of bloodshot eyes. The pupils glide from side to side slowly before centring themselves again, the movement is incredibly measured. The shot finally cuts back, and we see the CWC World Champion, Josh Kennedy, in all his haggard, battle-weary glory, or lack thereof, rather. Josh sits on the porch of his sterile, minimal home, with a bottle of beer in his left hand. It's late at night once again, but Josh's sleepless body gives him no choice but to stay awake.
"Do you know what pain's like? Constant, unending pain. Ceaseless aches, sharp agony, all of it at once, endlessly? I've lived through that for a whole year now. Suffice it to say that I'm more than just a little fuckin' tired." He chuckles.
"I've given everything I have to this year, and I got a lot to be proud of, a lot of achievements, a second world championship reign, a hall of fame induction, I've beat huge names, I've travelled all across the world. In a single year I've elevated myself from just another wrestler to somethin' close to a household name. People know who I am now, people talk about me. Truth be told, I never really had that 'til now."
"I wish I didn't have to go to the flipside of this, but I do. Seems everything in my time in NGW's been tainted by the stink of failure and disappointment. I've had my fair share of fuck-ups this year, personal and professional lows unlike many others. I've let people I care about down, I've let my fans down, and I've let myself down. Having to admit it once every two weeks kinda fuckin' sucks. I'm sick of it. I fought so goddamn hard to get here. I waited so long, I've taken every opportunity, given it my all on every show, and where's it got me?"
Josh indicates to the nothingness around him, the empty suburban oblivion of his neighbourhood at 3AM. Vague pinpricks of light sparkle through the black veil of the sky like holes poked through a cloth.
"If all that matters in NGW is what I do in NGW, it's pretty fuckin' clear that I don't matter here at all. I'm well aware of that."
Josh scuffs his trainer against the floor, the bitter, sharp tone of his voice conveys his frustration.
"I've vowed to change the tide, I've fought as hard as I can, I've promised myself I'll do better. Nothing's worked. I finally got to Coda and I got knocked out like a little bitch. I'm still pissed off, at that bullshit, by the way. We're far from done, Coda. I'm getting another shot at you and I'm tearing you apart, one way or another. Title, non-title, I don't give a fuck."
"Honey's a talented wrestler without a doubt, far more talented than most give her credit for. I got nothing against her, but she's between me and what I want. She's an obstacle in my path, so I have to do what I always do with obstacles, power my way through them with whatever strength I've got left."
Josh tips the bottle of beer to his mouth and takes a long drink, draining almost half of the liquid in the brown glass before he pulls it away and continues to speak.
"Because the real question is, what's keeping me here at this point? I'm finding it harder and harder to rationalise my answer. But I do know one thing I said ahead of Resurgence still holds relevance. The struggle towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart."
"I'm a world fuckin' champion, I'm at the top of my game, I put everything I had into taking my career where it's gone... and still, I'm graced with nothing but hollow victory and resounding failure. To this, I say 'fuck that'. No more. It's about goddamn time I did something worth a damn. I'm going to become a triple champion, I'm the next NGW Young Lions Champion, and I'm gonna put this whole fuckin' company on notice. Honey, it all starts with you, I hope you realise that. What happens next isn't your fault, it's just what has to happen. I've given enough. I've suffered enough. It's time to take what I want, I've gotta get my pound of flesh eventually."
December 22nd 2017
"Conjugate the spilled verbs; which is best for regret? Which allows your heavy eyes to sleep? Where has God gone wrong?" - Deafheaven ("Daedalus")
The camera opens on an intimate close-up of blood red veins snaking across the whites of a pair of bloodshot eyes. The pupils glide from side to side slowly before centring themselves again, the movement is incredibly measured. The shot finally cuts back, and we see the CWC World Champion, Josh Kennedy, in all his haggard, battle-weary glory, or lack thereof, rather. Josh sits on the porch of his sterile, minimal home, with a bottle of beer in his left hand. It's late at night once again, but Josh's sleepless body gives him no choice but to stay awake.
"Do you know what pain's like? Constant, unending pain. Ceaseless aches, sharp agony, all of it at once, endlessly? I've lived through that for a whole year now. Suffice it to say that I'm more than just a little fuckin' tired." He chuckles.
"I've given everything I have to this year, and I got a lot to be proud of, a lot of achievements, a second world championship reign, a hall of fame induction, I've beat huge names, I've travelled all across the world. In a single year I've elevated myself from just another wrestler to somethin' close to a household name. People know who I am now, people talk about me. Truth be told, I never really had that 'til now."
"I wish I didn't have to go to the flipside of this, but I do. Seems everything in my time in NGW's been tainted by the stink of failure and disappointment. I've had my fair share of fuck-ups this year, personal and professional lows unlike many others. I've let people I care about down, I've let my fans down, and I've let myself down. Having to admit it once every two weeks kinda fuckin' sucks. I'm sick of it. I fought so goddamn hard to get here. I waited so long, I've taken every opportunity, given it my all on every show, and where's it got me?"
Josh indicates to the nothingness around him, the empty suburban oblivion of his neighbourhood at 3AM. Vague pinpricks of light sparkle through the black veil of the sky like holes poked through a cloth.
"If all that matters in NGW is what I do in NGW, it's pretty fuckin' clear that I don't matter here at all. I'm well aware of that."
Josh scuffs his trainer against the floor, the bitter, sharp tone of his voice conveys his frustration.
"I've vowed to change the tide, I've fought as hard as I can, I've promised myself I'll do better. Nothing's worked. I finally got to Coda and I got knocked out like a little bitch. I'm still pissed off, at that bullshit, by the way. We're far from done, Coda. I'm getting another shot at you and I'm tearing you apart, one way or another. Title, non-title, I don't give a fuck."
"Honey's a talented wrestler without a doubt, far more talented than most give her credit for. I got nothing against her, but she's between me and what I want. She's an obstacle in my path, so I have to do what I always do with obstacles, power my way through them with whatever strength I've got left."
Josh tips the bottle of beer to his mouth and takes a long drink, draining almost half of the liquid in the brown glass before he pulls it away and continues to speak.
"Because the real question is, what's keeping me here at this point? I'm finding it harder and harder to rationalise my answer. But I do know one thing I said ahead of Resurgence still holds relevance. The struggle towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart."
"I'm a world fuckin' champion, I'm at the top of my game, I put everything I had into taking my career where it's gone... and still, I'm graced with nothing but hollow victory and resounding failure. To this, I say 'fuck that'. No more. It's about goddamn time I did something worth a damn. I'm going to become a triple champion, I'm the next NGW Young Lions Champion, and I'm gonna put this whole fuckin' company on notice. Honey, it all starts with you, I hope you realise that. What happens next isn't your fault, it's just what has to happen. I've given enough. I've suffered enough. It's time to take what I want, I've gotta get my pound of flesh eventually."
