Post by Your JESUS on May 29, 2013 15:10:29 GMT -4
~After Mayhem~
I find myself once again behind bars. I'm no stranger to this. my antics usually land me here and my money and ability to remain silent always manages to get me out. Sitting on the floor against the wall with my arms resting stop my knees I look across toward the cell opposite mine. There is a man in which I could easily blame for this current state of incarceration, but the reality is I have no one to blame but myself. I have a lot of that to do lately. I could credit Logan Alexander for the skills to pull out the win, but I won't. Everyone knows it was my own fault that he's the champion and I once again taste that sour funk of defeat. Get splashed with the disappointment of being inches from my goal only to lose my footing. Like I said no one came up short but me, and as for this stink in the clink, that as well is my fault.
I could run over the specifics of what happened, hell by now the wrestling tabloids if you will surely have reported all you need to know about the brawl between myself and the man in the opposite cell, William D. Williams Jr. I'm sure like the world works, and the roll that I love to play I have been painted out to be the bad guy. In this dumpy ten by ten cell I would love to tell you that I am the victim here, but that's a roll I refuse to play. So many times in life people are too quick play that card. They look for any reason, any mishap to fall flat on their back in tears looking for sympathy. That, or they jump upon a soap box screaming about how their have been wronged, and just refuse to take it any longer.
I have had my fair share of issues through our life, I have had my hardships, and short comings. I however am no different then any other man on this wonderfully disgusting planet. We are all dealt different hands, good cards and bad. We all have a seat at the table trying to make the most playable hand of five cards in our possession. Beauty of it is there will be a new hand, a re-deal, and the cards will eventually get shuffled. So I can honestly tell you I refuse to EVER play the victim. I take responsibility for all my actions, and know that in many cases what I reap is what I sow.
I was frustrated in my short coming in the title match. I was furious that I missed an opportunity because I try to never leave those dangling in the trees. It bugged me that it was two title shots flushed down the drain. Add the mind fuck my mother laid upon me before the match, and I was a ball of fire inching closer to a propane tank. Williams was that tank, and I decided to blow this mother fucker sky high if you will. Was it smart? No! Do I care? Again No!
We exchanged words, and I wasn't getting the response I had hoped for so I resorted to a classic technique that seems to really hear things up...I spit in his fucking face. If a man lets that slide, then he in fact may not be a man at all. Oddly enough I don't know too many females that would let a loogie to the eye fly either. Language barriers, sexual differences, political standings, a good all fashioned hock of spit will get the message delivered loud and clear. From there we did the man dance all over that terminal and I would say the judges on Dancing With The Stars would have had to give us perfect scores because we tore that bitch down!
Now I sit locked in a cage like an animal looking at a man who in many cases I could perceive as my enemy. Strangely enough I don't really see him in that light. Sure he's a Dying Breed Bitch, but maybe just maybe I see him for something else? Maybe I see him as a young talent with an abundance of potential. Maybe I see a guy that has a skill set to upset any man inside the squared circle. A young man who decided to follow his own path in life, create his own set of footsteps in the snow rather then cautiously stepping in his fathers set out before him.
Maybe just maybe I haven't slept a wink, am locked in a cell, and have deliriously lost my mind. There is no way I really can see another man for who they are. I'm the epitome of arrogance, and show nothing but a lack of disrespect. I couldn't muster the modesty to show another respect, could I? Of course I can, I do it night in and night out with every victory I have earned. Respecting their craft gives me the e sight to dismantle it, exploit it, and find the flaw that leads me to victory. Again my faults can be pointed out here, my lack of respect in these championship matches cost me. I had a blatant disregard in the Xtreme and Tap Out title matches and ended up walking back to the locker room missing twelve pounds of gold. Well maybe I can learn something from my mistakes, that's what a smart man does, laces up the shoe strings a little tighter when his ankle rolls. Every stumble in life I have fallen, and each time I have gotten back up with a swagger in my step and determination in my eyes.
So when my next opponent was listed on the booking sheet for next Asylum I couldn't help but start to weave the web mentally like I do. This time though I observe, I keep the respect for what he has to offer on the fore front of my mind, while I spew venom toward him prior to our tangle hopefully weakening his mental state. It's all a game, and one I intend to be the master of when the bell rings. Right now that said target sits across from me, so I stand from the wall and walk over toward the cell door placing my arms through leaning on it.
Lively: Williams...oh Willy!!!
The guy just ignores me, but that makes no difference to me.
Lively: It's fine my friend you can ignore me all you like, you can pretend I don't exist for awhile but the time will come shortly when you will have to stand across the ring from me. There will be no ignoring me then, no turning your back. The Boogie Man will be standing there before your very eyes!! No covers to pull over your head!!
You can hear Williams snicker at my comment as if I struck a nerve.
Lively: You see this match we will have, it's not about Foul Play or the Dying Breed. It's not about hardcore extreme wrestling versus traditional, it's way more basic of a concept. Are you the Jackass certain people view you to be? Are you that guy tossed into a group just to finish it off? Or are you a stand alone talent capable of maintaining a successful career here? Thankfully your come to JESUS meeting has arrived. Many times throughout my short but illustrious career I have been in this same situation staring down a potentially Elite Megastar that has come to the fork in the road. Head to the left and remain the curtain jerking asshole you have proven to be this far, or whip my ass and take the road to the right which I'm standing in front of. That road is where you need to be Williams. That's the path that leads to you stepping out from the shadows you dwell under.
Still the Smooth One keeps himself turned away from my direction. I know these are the moments when we escape into our mind. Contemplate our current problem, work out our feelings and deep rooted issues, or at the very least ponder what you could of different so you didn't have to be locked up. I have never had the opportunity to exploit a situation like this before and I am trying to use it to my benefit, yet hopefully it will do this guy some good as well. The truth is I don't want another walk through match, I don't need an easy victory, and he sure could use a slice of impress the bookers pie. So motivation is the key to get what we both want, and I kick in my best efforts right here.
Lively: This is the time we both lay out the truth, we set it on the table. That's why I might be considered a nightmare to face, because I tend to hold up the mirror. I have been successful and battled to remain relevant and only found success because I am not afraid to look in the mirror, not afraid to embrace my flaws and try to correct my errors. Up until this point my friend you are the son of an actor who has taken on the role of wrestler. Truth is you have only played the part. You did your studies, you created a character, and have lived up to the billing...if we were filming a movie? You are starting to realize this isn't just a role to play...acting can only get you so far.
I turn away from Williams and lean against the cell bars.
Lively: How about I tell you that you have the basic tools to be successful, how about I let you know that you have what it takes to be a staple in APW? All you have to do is quit playing the part, come Asylum Williams how about you do this one for real?
I pause and you can hear the guy turn his head. I'm am not sure if he is listening, or just zoning me out, but I'm me and people not wishing to hear me speak is almost like an open invitation.
Lively: I'd say when the bell rings, the Smooth One exits the ring, the son of an actor leaves as well. If it makes you feel better the JESUS can sit it out too. It will just be me versus you, two wrestlers testing their skills against one another. Stable feuds, arrogant personas, all that can be put on the back burner for Asylum. You see I want to know if you really can step out from behind the character, I want to know if this is really a road you wish to venture down? Do you want to be some b-list Megastar that gets recognition like your father, or do you want to have your image emblazoned upon APW's Mount Rushmore with people like Level One, Dr. Matt, Chris Cyrus and myself?
Not sure if any of this has gotten his attention I go sit back on my cot.
Lively: I can tell you that Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins might seem like your boys, but the second you step out from their shadows and show the promise that I see within you, you will truly find out the level of their friendship and loyalty. Neither of their faces will grace that prestigious Mountain, but you...anything it possible with you. All you got to do is stop pretending, and bring the mother fucking ruckus!!
With that I fold my arms behind my head and lay back. The clanging sound of keys and cells doors being unlocked rattles through the air. Soon footsteps ring out and a smile comes over my face, I know the sound of that alligator Oxford shoes heal hitting the cold concrete is accompanied by none other then my top notch lawyer. A Brazilian guard cuts loose with a thick accent letting me know I have made bail. I stand up up with pleasure as they open my cell. I exit and lean up against Williams door.
Lively: See you soon buddy, hopefully you can find yourself in here? That's the Williams I'm hoping to lock horns with, I have already met with the other and quite frankly nothing about him impresses me!!
With that I walk off dragging my hand along the bars letting the clanking sound fill the air.
I find myself once again behind bars. I'm no stranger to this. my antics usually land me here and my money and ability to remain silent always manages to get me out. Sitting on the floor against the wall with my arms resting stop my knees I look across toward the cell opposite mine. There is a man in which I could easily blame for this current state of incarceration, but the reality is I have no one to blame but myself. I have a lot of that to do lately. I could credit Logan Alexander for the skills to pull out the win, but I won't. Everyone knows it was my own fault that he's the champion and I once again taste that sour funk of defeat. Get splashed with the disappointment of being inches from my goal only to lose my footing. Like I said no one came up short but me, and as for this stink in the clink, that as well is my fault.
I could run over the specifics of what happened, hell by now the wrestling tabloids if you will surely have reported all you need to know about the brawl between myself and the man in the opposite cell, William D. Williams Jr. I'm sure like the world works, and the roll that I love to play I have been painted out to be the bad guy. In this dumpy ten by ten cell I would love to tell you that I am the victim here, but that's a roll I refuse to play. So many times in life people are too quick play that card. They look for any reason, any mishap to fall flat on their back in tears looking for sympathy. That, or they jump upon a soap box screaming about how their have been wronged, and just refuse to take it any longer.
I have had my fair share of issues through our life, I have had my hardships, and short comings. I however am no different then any other man on this wonderfully disgusting planet. We are all dealt different hands, good cards and bad. We all have a seat at the table trying to make the most playable hand of five cards in our possession. Beauty of it is there will be a new hand, a re-deal, and the cards will eventually get shuffled. So I can honestly tell you I refuse to EVER play the victim. I take responsibility for all my actions, and know that in many cases what I reap is what I sow.
I was frustrated in my short coming in the title match. I was furious that I missed an opportunity because I try to never leave those dangling in the trees. It bugged me that it was two title shots flushed down the drain. Add the mind fuck my mother laid upon me before the match, and I was a ball of fire inching closer to a propane tank. Williams was that tank, and I decided to blow this mother fucker sky high if you will. Was it smart? No! Do I care? Again No!
We exchanged words, and I wasn't getting the response I had hoped for so I resorted to a classic technique that seems to really hear things up...I spit in his fucking face. If a man lets that slide, then he in fact may not be a man at all. Oddly enough I don't know too many females that would let a loogie to the eye fly either. Language barriers, sexual differences, political standings, a good all fashioned hock of spit will get the message delivered loud and clear. From there we did the man dance all over that terminal and I would say the judges on Dancing With The Stars would have had to give us perfect scores because we tore that bitch down!
Now I sit locked in a cage like an animal looking at a man who in many cases I could perceive as my enemy. Strangely enough I don't really see him in that light. Sure he's a Dying Breed Bitch, but maybe just maybe I see him for something else? Maybe I see him as a young talent with an abundance of potential. Maybe I see a guy that has a skill set to upset any man inside the squared circle. A young man who decided to follow his own path in life, create his own set of footsteps in the snow rather then cautiously stepping in his fathers set out before him.
Maybe just maybe I haven't slept a wink, am locked in a cell, and have deliriously lost my mind. There is no way I really can see another man for who they are. I'm the epitome of arrogance, and show nothing but a lack of disrespect. I couldn't muster the modesty to show another respect, could I? Of course I can, I do it night in and night out with every victory I have earned. Respecting their craft gives me the e sight to dismantle it, exploit it, and find the flaw that leads me to victory. Again my faults can be pointed out here, my lack of respect in these championship matches cost me. I had a blatant disregard in the Xtreme and Tap Out title matches and ended up walking back to the locker room missing twelve pounds of gold. Well maybe I can learn something from my mistakes, that's what a smart man does, laces up the shoe strings a little tighter when his ankle rolls. Every stumble in life I have fallen, and each time I have gotten back up with a swagger in my step and determination in my eyes.
So when my next opponent was listed on the booking sheet for next Asylum I couldn't help but start to weave the web mentally like I do. This time though I observe, I keep the respect for what he has to offer on the fore front of my mind, while I spew venom toward him prior to our tangle hopefully weakening his mental state. It's all a game, and one I intend to be the master of when the bell rings. Right now that said target sits across from me, so I stand from the wall and walk over toward the cell door placing my arms through leaning on it.
Lively: Williams...oh Willy!!!
The guy just ignores me, but that makes no difference to me.
Lively: It's fine my friend you can ignore me all you like, you can pretend I don't exist for awhile but the time will come shortly when you will have to stand across the ring from me. There will be no ignoring me then, no turning your back. The Boogie Man will be standing there before your very eyes!! No covers to pull over your head!!
You can hear Williams snicker at my comment as if I struck a nerve.
Lively: You see this match we will have, it's not about Foul Play or the Dying Breed. It's not about hardcore extreme wrestling versus traditional, it's way more basic of a concept. Are you the Jackass certain people view you to be? Are you that guy tossed into a group just to finish it off? Or are you a stand alone talent capable of maintaining a successful career here? Thankfully your come to JESUS meeting has arrived. Many times throughout my short but illustrious career I have been in this same situation staring down a potentially Elite Megastar that has come to the fork in the road. Head to the left and remain the curtain jerking asshole you have proven to be this far, or whip my ass and take the road to the right which I'm standing in front of. That road is where you need to be Williams. That's the path that leads to you stepping out from the shadows you dwell under.
Still the Smooth One keeps himself turned away from my direction. I know these are the moments when we escape into our mind. Contemplate our current problem, work out our feelings and deep rooted issues, or at the very least ponder what you could of different so you didn't have to be locked up. I have never had the opportunity to exploit a situation like this before and I am trying to use it to my benefit, yet hopefully it will do this guy some good as well. The truth is I don't want another walk through match, I don't need an easy victory, and he sure could use a slice of impress the bookers pie. So motivation is the key to get what we both want, and I kick in my best efforts right here.
Lively: This is the time we both lay out the truth, we set it on the table. That's why I might be considered a nightmare to face, because I tend to hold up the mirror. I have been successful and battled to remain relevant and only found success because I am not afraid to look in the mirror, not afraid to embrace my flaws and try to correct my errors. Up until this point my friend you are the son of an actor who has taken on the role of wrestler. Truth is you have only played the part. You did your studies, you created a character, and have lived up to the billing...if we were filming a movie? You are starting to realize this isn't just a role to play...acting can only get you so far.
I turn away from Williams and lean against the cell bars.
Lively: How about I tell you that you have the basic tools to be successful, how about I let you know that you have what it takes to be a staple in APW? All you have to do is quit playing the part, come Asylum Williams how about you do this one for real?
I pause and you can hear the guy turn his head. I'm am not sure if he is listening, or just zoning me out, but I'm me and people not wishing to hear me speak is almost like an open invitation.
Lively: I'd say when the bell rings, the Smooth One exits the ring, the son of an actor leaves as well. If it makes you feel better the JESUS can sit it out too. It will just be me versus you, two wrestlers testing their skills against one another. Stable feuds, arrogant personas, all that can be put on the back burner for Asylum. You see I want to know if you really can step out from behind the character, I want to know if this is really a road you wish to venture down? Do you want to be some b-list Megastar that gets recognition like your father, or do you want to have your image emblazoned upon APW's Mount Rushmore with people like Level One, Dr. Matt, Chris Cyrus and myself?
Not sure if any of this has gotten his attention I go sit back on my cot.
Lively: I can tell you that Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins might seem like your boys, but the second you step out from their shadows and show the promise that I see within you, you will truly find out the level of their friendship and loyalty. Neither of their faces will grace that prestigious Mountain, but you...anything it possible with you. All you got to do is stop pretending, and bring the mother fucking ruckus!!
With that I fold my arms behind my head and lay back. The clanging sound of keys and cells doors being unlocked rattles through the air. Soon footsteps ring out and a smile comes over my face, I know the sound of that alligator Oxford shoes heal hitting the cold concrete is accompanied by none other then my top notch lawyer. A Brazilian guard cuts loose with a thick accent letting me know I have made bail. I stand up up with pleasure as they open my cell. I exit and lean up against Williams door.
Lively: See you soon buddy, hopefully you can find yourself in here? That's the Williams I'm hoping to lock horns with, I have already met with the other and quite frankly nothing about him impresses me!!
With that I walk off dragging my hand along the bars letting the clanking sound fill the air.
