Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 5:12:49 GMT -5
A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
I know this is a pivotal point in my career. The point in which all hopes and dreams and ambitions can become a reality. CAN being the optimal word here. The unpredictability of the future means absolutely nothing to the dreams of an ambitious, positive mind. No matter good I think I am, no matter how good I KNOW I am, there will be always be a few dark paths you have to go down. A few bad neighbourhoods you have tread through. I guess this is one of those districts. Just as books are read one word at a time, roads are taken one step at a time. All debuts are about making a statement. A chance to the fans, the locker room, the bookers, hell.. even yourself, just what you're capable of. Words alone mean nothing if you can't back them up with the actions.
As I wandered around the arena I thought back to all the battles I fought to get here.
Driving up and down the country just about breaking even. It wasn't always a picnic. I thought back to my first ever match. Camden Town Hall, April 18th 2009. There were thirty eight people in attendance that day. I know because I counted. I didn't care though. I'd seen my Father wrestle to about thirty eight thousand, but that was his career. I'd already made the decision not to use the family name. I didn't want a leg up in this industry. There would be no accusations of nepotism. Nothing against those that do. You could hardly accuse Avery Miles III of dining out on his illustrious ancestry. But that's his story and this is mine.
Whether he likes it or not, Zach Knight has weaved his own story into mine. Our paths may never cross again after this weekend, but for one night only we found ourselves roaming the streets of infamous Black Light District. We should be side by side, treading this path together, although he wouldn't see it that way, would he?
'Stay. Out. Of. My. Way.'
Five words. That was all he had to say about me. His one and only acknowledgement. He can't beat the Black Light District on his own, no matter how good he professes to be. It takes two flints to make a fire. And together we can burn this team to the ground.
Once and for all.
