Post by warrenpeace on Jul 26, 2013 19:32:15 GMT -4
{Alfred said it best. When speaking to a young, down and out Bruce Wayne. Why do we fall Sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up. I am new this. Hell I am new to a lot of things. At sixteen years old I am still kinda new to this earth. I have only been fighting crime for a brief time. learning to fight and defend myself was a decision made after I put on the cowl. Becoming a wrestler was yet another choice made after. I am new to all of this and frankly when you're green. Excuse the pun. You're bound to make mistakes. You're bound to fall, or crumble or even in either of my fields of work, be pummeled.
These things happen. We take every and all necessary steps to try and prevent ourselves from falling, and because of that people sometimes tend to forget to put their arms out for cushion. And they aren't prepared for what it takes to pick themselves up. Well, picking myself up? That my friends is one thing that I an assure you all that I am not new to that concept.
My entire life has been a struggle. Yeah, I know it's never easy for anyone. Whining and complaining about how bad a person has it, well it's a sad cliche. Sad because there is always a truth to it, and cliche because seemingly everyone is willing to put it out there for the world and a pity party.
So let me hit you with some cliches. The skinny nerd who has a million extra credit courses after school. The one who has no life beyond fapping away on the laptop playing World of Warkraft. The socially awkward kid who tucks his shirts in all of the time. The kid who gets bullied physically, abused mentally by all of the other kids in school. The kid who takes every bit of without saying a word, not to a teacher, not a his parents. The kid who hopes that college is better, but knows it probably won't be.
That, kid was me. And here is where the cliches end. I picked myself up every time I was slammed into a locker. I picked myself up every time I was ridiculed for being different. I didn't hate myself because others made fun of me. I didn't let some jock get away with a serious crime just because he was the star quarterback. And when the time came, I put on this mask and I hit the streets.
And sure, at first I got my ass kicked a lot. There's probably even a couple of guys out there who could have removed my mask after the beatings they gave me. But I didn't throw the suit away and go on with my life, pretending that I never childishly tried to be a super hero.
I continued to hunt. I took the necessary steps to learn to fight. I continued to use my knowledge of current technology to create non lethal weapons to use if needed. I trained myself in the art of stealth. Virtually becoming an urban ninja. And when I got the idea to travel the world fighting crime I found a way to do it. I am just a kid. So of course I couldn't afford to travel at my own expense.
So I put my abilities on display as a professional wrestler. and I am now able to travel the world. I make a difference in each and every city that we have toured. I sure could use more experience, I am not greatest crime fighter and I am far from the best wrestler, but I am not new picking myself back up.
Last Asylum, or Raab A Mania I should say. I lost a triple threat for the tap out title. I think few were left with surprise. I have not been an odds on favorite to win any of my matches since my arrival. As in high school, I was never an odds on favorite to accomplish much outside of the books.
But last week, with defeat in the air and despair in my lungs I got back up. I held my head high. There was no pouting or anxiety. I went out and I searched the perimeter and it wasn't long before I found myself a criminal, and thanks to me he was locked up and now awaits his preliminary trial. Justice was served. And if U was unable to pick myself up it wouldn't have happened.
I picked myself up and was given an opportunity. My heart and dedication have shown through to management and despite my loss, they have put me in a contenders match for the tap out title. Against...The Guv'nor.
Who is not new to APW championship gold. He is possibly the best North American champion that ever carried the belt. A rough and tough, sometimes questionable, but always respected bruv from Hackney. Once again, I am far from the odds on favorite to win this bout. The Guv'Nor is the quintessential wrestling rough houser and there is a high likelihood that I pick myself up again.
And I am ok with that. I am now in a new area, where I am stepping into the ring with a man whom I respect. A man who is making money, and is bettering himself. The Guv'Nor is not a super villain, but he is the most dangerous competitor that I have ever faced.
It won't be easy, and a win may be a miracle, but I won't stop fighting either. Guv is going to have to beat me until I cannot move. A task he is well capable of completing.
Nonetheless, the time for talk, and wonder is finished. We are set to battle and The Emerald Assassin will not go down easy. And I will become the number one contender for the tap out title.
These things happen. We take every and all necessary steps to try and prevent ourselves from falling, and because of that people sometimes tend to forget to put their arms out for cushion. And they aren't prepared for what it takes to pick themselves up. Well, picking myself up? That my friends is one thing that I an assure you all that I am not new to that concept.
My entire life has been a struggle. Yeah, I know it's never easy for anyone. Whining and complaining about how bad a person has it, well it's a sad cliche. Sad because there is always a truth to it, and cliche because seemingly everyone is willing to put it out there for the world and a pity party.
So let me hit you with some cliches. The skinny nerd who has a million extra credit courses after school. The one who has no life beyond fapping away on the laptop playing World of Warkraft. The socially awkward kid who tucks his shirts in all of the time. The kid who gets bullied physically, abused mentally by all of the other kids in school. The kid who takes every bit of without saying a word, not to a teacher, not a his parents. The kid who hopes that college is better, but knows it probably won't be.
That, kid was me. And here is where the cliches end. I picked myself up every time I was slammed into a locker. I picked myself up every time I was ridiculed for being different. I didn't hate myself because others made fun of me. I didn't let some jock get away with a serious crime just because he was the star quarterback. And when the time came, I put on this mask and I hit the streets.
And sure, at first I got my ass kicked a lot. There's probably even a couple of guys out there who could have removed my mask after the beatings they gave me. But I didn't throw the suit away and go on with my life, pretending that I never childishly tried to be a super hero.
I continued to hunt. I took the necessary steps to learn to fight. I continued to use my knowledge of current technology to create non lethal weapons to use if needed. I trained myself in the art of stealth. Virtually becoming an urban ninja. And when I got the idea to travel the world fighting crime I found a way to do it. I am just a kid. So of course I couldn't afford to travel at my own expense.
So I put my abilities on display as a professional wrestler. and I am now able to travel the world. I make a difference in each and every city that we have toured. I sure could use more experience, I am not greatest crime fighter and I am far from the best wrestler, but I am not new picking myself back up.
Last Asylum, or Raab A Mania I should say. I lost a triple threat for the tap out title. I think few were left with surprise. I have not been an odds on favorite to win any of my matches since my arrival. As in high school, I was never an odds on favorite to accomplish much outside of the books.
But last week, with defeat in the air and despair in my lungs I got back up. I held my head high. There was no pouting or anxiety. I went out and I searched the perimeter and it wasn't long before I found myself a criminal, and thanks to me he was locked up and now awaits his preliminary trial. Justice was served. And if U was unable to pick myself up it wouldn't have happened.
I picked myself up and was given an opportunity. My heart and dedication have shown through to management and despite my loss, they have put me in a contenders match for the tap out title. Against...The Guv'nor.
Who is not new to APW championship gold. He is possibly the best North American champion that ever carried the belt. A rough and tough, sometimes questionable, but always respected bruv from Hackney. Once again, I am far from the odds on favorite to win this bout. The Guv'Nor is the quintessential wrestling rough houser and there is a high likelihood that I pick myself up again.
And I am ok with that. I am now in a new area, where I am stepping into the ring with a man whom I respect. A man who is making money, and is bettering himself. The Guv'Nor is not a super villain, but he is the most dangerous competitor that I have ever faced.
It won't be easy, and a win may be a miracle, but I won't stop fighting either. Guv is going to have to beat me until I cannot move. A task he is well capable of completing.
Nonetheless, the time for talk, and wonder is finished. We are set to battle and The Emerald Assassin will not go down easy. And I will become the number one contender for the tap out title.
