Post by JMav/JGold/RNorth/MKarloff on Dec 17, 2016 8:33:20 GMT -5
-Black Screen. White text. Read aloud.-
A BLOG POST FROM DECEMBER 15th, 2015
Sometimes you win.
Sometimes you lose.
Sometimes you're the good guy, sometimes you're the bad guy.
Sometimes Gabe Shelley drops you through a fucking cage and you hurt your neck real bad. You spend months hiding it, eventually you push the people you love away from you so they don't have to see things like you paying people to carry your bags or helping you move to a standing position from a seated position. Well the hiding caught up to me.
Doctors say I can't fight anymore.
My name is Johnathan Kennedy Fitzsimmons, but you probably know me as Johnny Maverick. I'm 28 years old and I look a lot damn older because of a lot of stupid shit I did to myself. You can love me or hate me but you can't deny that I live for this even though in the past, I've described this industry as the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
Yet the more I think about never stepping into that ring again the more my eyes leak.
So where do I go from here? I always envisioned myself opening a school and leaving the next generation better than I found it. Maybe I'll help out in EW? I don't know. I have my sights set on other things.
My last match.
I will sign whatever papers I have to to take all legal liability off of the BWF. I want one last match. I'll leave it up to the Wyatt's who that match is against but I have a few ideas about the man (or woman) I'd like to face off against.
I don't want your mourning. I don't want anyone's pity. Just watch me as I plunge once more into the breach.
You don't have to celebrate me. You don't have to idolize me...
Just Witness Me.
-Johnny
THAT SAME BLOG, ONE YEAR LATER
2015 ended on a major down note for me but a lot of people seem to be talking a lot of shit on 2016 as if people don't die every year and a complete fuckwit has never been President before.
2015 was the year I thought my life was over, but then I was given another chance. A few new spinal columns sculpted from cadaver bone. It was expensive as balls but there was a chance I'd be ableto step in the ring again so there wasn't even a choice.
I came back, I kicked ass, and I won the IPW Spotlight Title.
Then I was out of a job.
THEN I couldn't get another job because a piece of shit 'Entrepreneur' told everyone I'm fucking crazy.
That VERY SAME piece of shit thinks he is just going to pop on a pair of boots and step into my world. A world I sacrificed so much for. I sacrificed a marriage, my health, and YES DEVLIN my Sanity to professional wrestling and you think tossing around a few backyard-tards puts us eye to eye. You aren't on my level, fuckface. You think you're gonna teach me something in that ring, Dev? The only thing you'll be able to teach me after this match is what my dick tastes like since I've never been fortunate enough to sample my own flavor.
I have a lot to teach you Dev. You're gonna learn not to disrespect what all of your employees do and the hard work we put into it. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two about not running your mouth behind peoples backs and keeping hard working folk from being employed.
You'll learn who your daddy is, that's for sure.
Heeeeeeere's Johnny, motherfuckers.
-JM
A BLOG POST FROM DECEMBER 15th, 2015
Sometimes you win.
Sometimes you lose.
Sometimes you're the good guy, sometimes you're the bad guy.
Sometimes Gabe Shelley drops you through a fucking cage and you hurt your neck real bad. You spend months hiding it, eventually you push the people you love away from you so they don't have to see things like you paying people to carry your bags or helping you move to a standing position from a seated position. Well the hiding caught up to me.
Doctors say I can't fight anymore.
My name is Johnathan Kennedy Fitzsimmons, but you probably know me as Johnny Maverick. I'm 28 years old and I look a lot damn older because of a lot of stupid shit I did to myself. You can love me or hate me but you can't deny that I live for this even though in the past, I've described this industry as the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
Yet the more I think about never stepping into that ring again the more my eyes leak.
So where do I go from here? I always envisioned myself opening a school and leaving the next generation better than I found it. Maybe I'll help out in EW? I don't know. I have my sights set on other things.
My last match.
I will sign whatever papers I have to to take all legal liability off of the BWF. I want one last match. I'll leave it up to the Wyatt's who that match is against but I have a few ideas about the man (or woman) I'd like to face off against.
I don't want your mourning. I don't want anyone's pity. Just watch me as I plunge once more into the breach.
You don't have to celebrate me. You don't have to idolize me...
Just Witness Me.
-Johnny
THAT SAME BLOG, ONE YEAR LATER
2015 ended on a major down note for me but a lot of people seem to be talking a lot of shit on 2016 as if people don't die every year and a complete fuckwit has never been President before.
2015 was the year I thought my life was over, but then I was given another chance. A few new spinal columns sculpted from cadaver bone. It was expensive as balls but there was a chance I'd be ableto step in the ring again so there wasn't even a choice.
I came back, I kicked ass, and I won the IPW Spotlight Title.
Then I was out of a job.
THEN I couldn't get another job because a piece of shit 'Entrepreneur' told everyone I'm fucking crazy.
That VERY SAME piece of shit thinks he is just going to pop on a pair of boots and step into my world. A world I sacrificed so much for. I sacrificed a marriage, my health, and YES DEVLIN my Sanity to professional wrestling and you think tossing around a few backyard-tards puts us eye to eye. You aren't on my level, fuckface. You think you're gonna teach me something in that ring, Dev? The only thing you'll be able to teach me after this match is what my dick tastes like since I've never been fortunate enough to sample my own flavor.
I have a lot to teach you Dev. You're gonna learn not to disrespect what all of your employees do and the hard work we put into it. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two about not running your mouth behind peoples backs and keeping hard working folk from being employed.
You'll learn who your daddy is, that's for sure.
Heeeeeeere's Johnny, motherfuckers.
-JM
