Post by Speede on Mar 10, 2014 3:46:11 GMT -4
Never, in all my years as a wrestler did I expect one of the best companies in the world to just shut its doors out of the blue the way APW has, and as I sit here even now, mere weeks from the last show ever to take place in the company, Rasslemania X, I find myself completely and utterly dumbfounded that perhaps the greatest company in which I will ever compete is now sending us all out into the wrestling world to reach new heights, span new horizons, and challenge new opponents.
Action Packed Wrestling was the pinnacle, the elite, the true standard for the wrestling business; if you could make it in APW, you could make it anywhere. And now, it’s all over...
But none of us are letting this place go out without a bang. None of us are going to let this company slip away without putting on one last show for the ages, one that will last in the memories of each and every one of us, from the fans watching at home on TV to the stagehands and assistants putting this show together, and especially in each and every one of us who’ve put our heart and soul into this company for any length of time. This time, we’re not fighting simply to win or to be the best.
NO.
This time, it’s for APW.
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A nice, cozy, quiet home in the woods sets the scene; the sun is shining through the bare treetops that still shimmer from the last flakes of snow that appear to be melting and dripping down to the ground below, almost completely void of the white powder which dusted the area some time before. The creek, full to near flooding, and yet steadily flowing past the house through the backyard provides a tranquil echo as water cascades over the rocks. Birds are chirping and all is right with the world.
Inside, a man and woman seem to be rather preoccupied in the kitchen doing some sort of cooking, but Roy Speede, however, is more focused on something else, and is sitting on the couch, knees pulled up to his chest and arms cocooning himself into a little ball.
Allison Diaz (from kitchen): Roy, will you come on?! You’re supposed to be helping with the spaghetti!
Roy Speede: Forget about the damn pasta, will you? I’ve got a lot more on my mind right now than supper. I mean, in less than a month, I’ve got a really important match to compete in, and I’m freaking the hell out!
Alex Haden: You don’t say? You’re more worried about this match than two feuding actors that both want to be a part of the same cast.
-CUTAWAY!-
A shot of Will Smith and Alfonso Ribero, yes, the two brothers from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, are sitting in chairs across from one another outside the casting director’s office.
Casting Director: I’d like to speak to mister… Smith?
Will Smith: YES!
Alfonso Ribeiro: Screw you...
Return to reality, and Speede taking a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh. He lets his legs drop down to the floor, and as he makes his way into the kitchen, Allison looks over at him with a confused look about her.
Allison Diaz: Hold up a second… Roy, were you crying?
Roy Speede: No, not at all. It just brings tears to my eyes to think that all the work that so many people have put into that ring, all the blood, sweat, and pain that has been shed for APW by dozens, if not a hundred competitors or more over the years is all coming down to this… It’s just… Stunning, is all.
Alex Haden: So the moral of this is… You’re a crybaby bitch!
Roy Speede: Oh, no, see, I’m just reminiscing. I’ve never faced better competition than I have in Action Packed Wrestling. I’ve never set foot in that ring with the number of great athletes that I have in APW, and I’ve never been quite so proud to call myself a competitor in any other company as I have in APW. It’s just… It’s hard reflecting on everything that’s happened there, the feuds, the title changes, the friendships and rivalries made, everything, and knowing it all culminates in one big event that signals the end of the line for the company that made so many careers.
Alex Haden: I guess you’re right. I mean, shit, APW’s history is remarkable, and everyone from Terry Marvin to Sally Talfourd and beyond has graced the Action Packed Wrestling ring over the years.
Allison Diaz: I don’t care if The Pope wrestled in APW, that doesn’t give you the right to cry about the place closing.
Roy Speede: I guess you’re right, Ally, but it doesn’t really matter. By this time next month, I’ll be in Toronto. I’m just honored to be a part of the last great event in Action Packed Wrestling, and if this really is the end for the best federation on the planet, so be it. I’m not going to go searching for someplace else to compete. I’ll go enroll in college, get a degree, become a mindless desk jockey if I have to, but I’m not going to settle for anything less than the best.
Alex Haden: Then maybe you’d like to help with dinner? You forget, I’m cooking.
Roy Speede: Oh, yeah, right…
Roy goes to the sink to wash his hands and rather noticeably bumps Alex out of the way as he pulls open the oven to check on the baked pasta dish that appeared to be dinner.
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It’s the night before the start of the three-day Rasslemania X event, and Roy Speede has finally made his way up to Toronto for the show, Allison at his side, and in the hotel room they shared, Roy ordered room service, and is now before kicking back and relaxing, turning on Sucker Punch, the movie with the Latina from High School Musical in the supporting cast that everyone thought was just weird. Allison sighs and rolls over, burying her head in her pillow.
Roy Speede: What is it, Ally? I thought you liked Emily Browning.
Ally pushes her head up off of the pillow and rests her weight on her elbows to look over at Roy.
Allison Diaz: It’s not that at all. She’s a good actress, but I’ve seen this movie like a hundred times already. I’d just rather get a little sleep than watch the same damn movie. It’s not like the plot is changing or anything.
Roy Speede: Yeah… But what if it did?
Allison Diaz: Wait… What?
Roy Speede: What if the plot of the movie did change every time you watched it? Wouldn’t that just be so freaking awesome?!
Allison Diaz: Not really. There’d still be a lot of repetitive plotlines and they would only run out of movie ideas faster that way. I mean, really, could you imagine seeing ‘Captain Jack Sparrow and the Goblet of Fire?’
-CUTAWAY!-
The image of Professor Albus Dumledore running up to a startled Jack Sparrow, gripping him by the shoulders is shown.
Professor Dumbledore: HARRY! DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE?
Captain Jack Sparrow: I couldn’t resist, mate.
Roy rolls his eyes at Allison’s comments as the cutaway fades out.
Roy Speede: Okay, I will admit, that… sounds just awful.
Allison Diaz: Yes, yes it does. Thank you for finally agreeing with me for once!
Roy Speede: Oh, come on! Don’t start this crap!
Allison Diaz: I’m not starting anything. I’m just stating that you rarely let me have the last word and admit that I’m right, and I’m pleased that for once you got your head out of your ass so you could hear me out.
Roy Speede: Blah, blah, blah, whatever. I still like this movie, no matter how many times I’ve seen it.
Allison Diaz: Of course you do. This movie has five stunningly attractive women dressed revealingly and kicking ass. It’s like watching a Victoria’s Secret Angels wrestling match.
-CUT… yeah, you know where this is going.
Roy Speede: Wait, where can I sign up to referee that? GOD, have you SEEN Candice Swanepoel? The things I would do to her I- I probably should just shut up about this in the presence of my girlfriend.
Allison Diaz: You don’t say? Very good, dumbass!
Roy Speede: Shut up. Just… Just shut up. Please. I’m trying to watch a movie and relax. I’ve got two days to prepare for my final match in APW, and I don’t want to go into this thing any less than fully prepared if I can help it.
Allison Diaz: Fine, fine, whatever. Watch your stupid movie! Just leave me OUT OF IT!
Roy Speede: But you’re not IN the mov-
Allison Diaz: SHUT IT!
Sigh... Roy shakes his head in frustration and turns down the volume on the television a bit, focusing on the movie.
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Wow… All of the history that exists in Action Packed Wrestling, and it all comes down to this… Three nights of the best all-around wrestlers in the world competing to send this company out with a bang that the world will never forget…
Kinda hard to believe, really. I mean, this time last year, Action Packed Wrestling was firing on all cylinders and looked to be primed to be the top wrestling company for all of eternity. And now, there’s been one show since October. It just doesn’t feel right, you know? I expected to be able to prepare for a big return to wrestling with Action Packed Wrestling, and I felt certain I wanted to end my career at the top, as most wrestlers do, with APW.
I’ll never be the next Johnny Rebel.
I’ll never be the next CJ Gates.
I’ll never be the next Kurt Noble.
I accept that; I know I’m not a main event talent in Action Packed Wrestling, but being a part of the card for the biggest event in wrestling history is an honor and a privilege that I greatly look forward to. This is like Woodstock for wrestling; this is like an in-ring Oktoberfest. This is like the World Series of Wrestling, and I get to take part. I don’t care if I’m not going up against Biggs or President Jeff in the main event; I don’t care if I’m not competing with Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander for the Undisputed Championship.
I never was a champion in Action Packed Wrestling, and I know I never will be. But I’ll be damned if I’m remembered for anything less than my best in that ring with each and every match I fought, and in APW, that’s what I always gave.
I’m just honored to be a part of wrestling history, and to be able to say goodbye to the company that made me feel like a wrestling god from day one. To think that I was a part of one of the great wrestling companies of professional wrestling. It’s like how people look back and think of Shakespeare and Lord Chamberlain’s Men, his acting company. President Jeff was the Shakespeare of Professional Wrestling, and I’m proud to say I was a part of APW, his company, even if I’m just a name among a list of names rather than a standout.
And if you think about it, I’m on the midcard, too. It’s not like I’m opening the show; it’s not like I’m the one who puts on a performance for the folks who got there early while everyone else is still trying to find their seats. I was given the honor of being in a reasonably high-profile match on night two of the festivities. And normally, I’d be sitting here, talking shit about my opponent rather than hyping this show, but in all honesty, this isn’t about me being the best thing since sliced bread.
And I don’t mean the wrestling move.
This isn’t about that. This isn’t about my opponent not being competent, because quite clearly he’s competent enough to have earned a spot on the card for APW’s final show. This isn’t about me wanting a title shot or wanting to face some big shot to make myself known. There’s no reason for any of that anymore.
This is about the show; this is about the biggest, craziest, and potentially best show ever to be broadcast in the world of wrestling. I know I’m not going into this match with my normal mindset, and that’s, quite frankly, because the win isn’t the most important thing here.
The most important thing to me is honoring APW in the final show any of us will ever see from the greatest company that’s ever owned a ring for competition, and win or lose, the most important thing is giving this match every fucking ounce of strength, speed, and heart that exists within me to do the company proud.
That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
Looking ahead, I really don’t know what to think. I know I’m going into this match planning to call it quits afterward because no company could measure up to the greatness that is Action Packed Wrestling, but with no definitive direction after this match, I’ve only got one thing in mind, and that’s competing, playing this game one more time, and then… who really knows?
Sure, I’ve got roots elsewhere, and I could go find something else to do behind the scenes in the wrestling universe, but it still isn’t Action Packed Wrestling, and there isn’t any place I’d rather be.
Sure, I know a few people from this company pretty well, and I could realistically see myself working to help coach and manage any of them in their future endeavors, but again, where is APW in all this?
Point is, Action Packed Wrestling is the place I’ve found that I prefer to call my home, and life after APW isn’t going to be easy; that’s why the one and only focus I’ve had since… Well, since Survive and Conquer, really, has been Rasslemania, and the chance to be a part of APW’s biggest show annually and to go out in style with the company that’s challenged me and pushed me to go farther, do more, and be better than anywhere before it.
Looking back now, I realize that I was never a big name in Action Packed Wrestling, and knowing that I never will be is a relief. I couldn’t go out on top with this company and call it quits from there if I were to wind up the last Undisputed Champion or if I were to be hand-picked to face President Jeff in the main event of the last show ever. So if this really is the end for me, I’m going to be retiring with the knowledge that I was an Action Packed Wrestler through and through, and that my wrestling career ended with the greatest company I’ll ever hope to work for.
My opponent at Rasslemania is a man with whom I’ve never before exchanged words, never faced, and only heard of in passing; I am competing against Isamu Sazuki, a former Suicidal Champion who, from what I’ve seen of his wrestling tapes, defeated Rico Casteel and James Chambers to win that belt. I admit, he’s got an impressive resume, and being chosen to face him as part of APW’s final show is a decision that could lead to an excellent match.
The Japan-native is another fast-paced wrestler, and his high-flying style will lead to a very interesting match that’ll result in a highlight reel worthy of both of our ‘Best of’ DVDs, and uhh, Blu-Rays, when they come out in the future. Truth be told, I’ve been doing quite a bit of research and watching quite a bit of footage of this guy’s matches to learn everything I can about his wrestling style, not to know how to easily defeat him, but to know exactly what to expect in the ring so that the two of us can steal the show with this match, because in the end, winning is just a perk if it actually happens.
Would I love to win my final match with APW? Absolutely, I would. But if I don’t, I understand. I’m not concerned with simply winning the match if it doesn’t make headlines. This could very well be my last match ever, and if it’s the case, I want to go out knowing I did my absolute best against one of the best wrestlers I could’ve been given the opportunity to face.
Am I going into this match wanting to win? Certainly. Am I expecting to win? I’d love to win, but I’m not anticipating anything; realistically, anything could happen, anything should happen, and as far as I’m concerned, anything will happen. I’m going to make this match everything it deserves to be, and Isamu Sazuki gets to be the guy who makes headlines with me.
Say what you want about me; tell me I’m worthless because I’m not going out there looking just for the win. Call me an idiot because I’m not looking for the easy opportunities. Say I’m a nobody and that this match isn’t going to make anything of me either. I don’t give a damn.
Win or lose, I’m sending this place out with a bang. I do want to win, and if I get the chance, I’m going to win this one, but this match isn’t for me.
This match isn’t for my family back home, nor for my girlfriend, nor for the eyes of potential scouts of other companies that wanted to see who’s left after the end of the legendary Action Packed Wrestling.
This match is for the fans.
This match is for the wrestling world.
This match is for Action Packed Wrestling, its wrestlers, its owner, its fans…
This time, it’s for APW!
Action Packed Wrestling was the pinnacle, the elite, the true standard for the wrestling business; if you could make it in APW, you could make it anywhere. And now, it’s all over...
But none of us are letting this place go out without a bang. None of us are going to let this company slip away without putting on one last show for the ages, one that will last in the memories of each and every one of us, from the fans watching at home on TV to the stagehands and assistants putting this show together, and especially in each and every one of us who’ve put our heart and soul into this company for any length of time. This time, we’re not fighting simply to win or to be the best.
NO.
This time, it’s for APW.
---
A nice, cozy, quiet home in the woods sets the scene; the sun is shining through the bare treetops that still shimmer from the last flakes of snow that appear to be melting and dripping down to the ground below, almost completely void of the white powder which dusted the area some time before. The creek, full to near flooding, and yet steadily flowing past the house through the backyard provides a tranquil echo as water cascades over the rocks. Birds are chirping and all is right with the world.
Inside, a man and woman seem to be rather preoccupied in the kitchen doing some sort of cooking, but Roy Speede, however, is more focused on something else, and is sitting on the couch, knees pulled up to his chest and arms cocooning himself into a little ball.
Allison Diaz (from kitchen): Roy, will you come on?! You’re supposed to be helping with the spaghetti!
Roy Speede: Forget about the damn pasta, will you? I’ve got a lot more on my mind right now than supper. I mean, in less than a month, I’ve got a really important match to compete in, and I’m freaking the hell out!
Alex Haden: You don’t say? You’re more worried about this match than two feuding actors that both want to be a part of the same cast.
-CUTAWAY!-
A shot of Will Smith and Alfonso Ribero, yes, the two brothers from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, are sitting in chairs across from one another outside the casting director’s office.
Casting Director: I’d like to speak to mister… Smith?
Will Smith: YES!
Alfonso Ribeiro: Screw you...
Return to reality, and Speede taking a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh. He lets his legs drop down to the floor, and as he makes his way into the kitchen, Allison looks over at him with a confused look about her.
Allison Diaz: Hold up a second… Roy, were you crying?
Roy Speede: No, not at all. It just brings tears to my eyes to think that all the work that so many people have put into that ring, all the blood, sweat, and pain that has been shed for APW by dozens, if not a hundred competitors or more over the years is all coming down to this… It’s just… Stunning, is all.
Alex Haden: So the moral of this is… You’re a crybaby bitch!
Roy Speede: Oh, no, see, I’m just reminiscing. I’ve never faced better competition than I have in Action Packed Wrestling. I’ve never set foot in that ring with the number of great athletes that I have in APW, and I’ve never been quite so proud to call myself a competitor in any other company as I have in APW. It’s just… It’s hard reflecting on everything that’s happened there, the feuds, the title changes, the friendships and rivalries made, everything, and knowing it all culminates in one big event that signals the end of the line for the company that made so many careers.
Alex Haden: I guess you’re right. I mean, shit, APW’s history is remarkable, and everyone from Terry Marvin to Sally Talfourd and beyond has graced the Action Packed Wrestling ring over the years.
Allison Diaz: I don’t care if The Pope wrestled in APW, that doesn’t give you the right to cry about the place closing.
Roy Speede: I guess you’re right, Ally, but it doesn’t really matter. By this time next month, I’ll be in Toronto. I’m just honored to be a part of the last great event in Action Packed Wrestling, and if this really is the end for the best federation on the planet, so be it. I’m not going to go searching for someplace else to compete. I’ll go enroll in college, get a degree, become a mindless desk jockey if I have to, but I’m not going to settle for anything less than the best.
Alex Haden: Then maybe you’d like to help with dinner? You forget, I’m cooking.
Roy Speede: Oh, yeah, right…
Roy goes to the sink to wash his hands and rather noticeably bumps Alex out of the way as he pulls open the oven to check on the baked pasta dish that appeared to be dinner.
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It’s the night before the start of the three-day Rasslemania X event, and Roy Speede has finally made his way up to Toronto for the show, Allison at his side, and in the hotel room they shared, Roy ordered room service, and is now before kicking back and relaxing, turning on Sucker Punch, the movie with the Latina from High School Musical in the supporting cast that everyone thought was just weird. Allison sighs and rolls over, burying her head in her pillow.
Roy Speede: What is it, Ally? I thought you liked Emily Browning.
Ally pushes her head up off of the pillow and rests her weight on her elbows to look over at Roy.
Allison Diaz: It’s not that at all. She’s a good actress, but I’ve seen this movie like a hundred times already. I’d just rather get a little sleep than watch the same damn movie. It’s not like the plot is changing or anything.
Roy Speede: Yeah… But what if it did?
Allison Diaz: Wait… What?
Roy Speede: What if the plot of the movie did change every time you watched it? Wouldn’t that just be so freaking awesome?!
Allison Diaz: Not really. There’d still be a lot of repetitive plotlines and they would only run out of movie ideas faster that way. I mean, really, could you imagine seeing ‘Captain Jack Sparrow and the Goblet of Fire?’
-CUTAWAY!-
The image of Professor Albus Dumledore running up to a startled Jack Sparrow, gripping him by the shoulders is shown.
Professor Dumbledore: HARRY! DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE?
Captain Jack Sparrow: I couldn’t resist, mate.
Roy rolls his eyes at Allison’s comments as the cutaway fades out.
Roy Speede: Okay, I will admit, that… sounds just awful.
Allison Diaz: Yes, yes it does. Thank you for finally agreeing with me for once!
Roy Speede: Oh, come on! Don’t start this crap!
Allison Diaz: I’m not starting anything. I’m just stating that you rarely let me have the last word and admit that I’m right, and I’m pleased that for once you got your head out of your ass so you could hear me out.
Roy Speede: Blah, blah, blah, whatever. I still like this movie, no matter how many times I’ve seen it.
Allison Diaz: Of course you do. This movie has five stunningly attractive women dressed revealingly and kicking ass. It’s like watching a Victoria’s Secret Angels wrestling match.
-CUT… yeah, you know where this is going.
Roy Speede: Wait, where can I sign up to referee that? GOD, have you SEEN Candice Swanepoel? The things I would do to her I- I probably should just shut up about this in the presence of my girlfriend.
Allison Diaz: You don’t say? Very good, dumbass!
Roy Speede: Shut up. Just… Just shut up. Please. I’m trying to watch a movie and relax. I’ve got two days to prepare for my final match in APW, and I don’t want to go into this thing any less than fully prepared if I can help it.
Allison Diaz: Fine, fine, whatever. Watch your stupid movie! Just leave me OUT OF IT!
Roy Speede: But you’re not IN the mov-
Allison Diaz: SHUT IT!
Sigh... Roy shakes his head in frustration and turns down the volume on the television a bit, focusing on the movie.
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Wow… All of the history that exists in Action Packed Wrestling, and it all comes down to this… Three nights of the best all-around wrestlers in the world competing to send this company out with a bang that the world will never forget…
Kinda hard to believe, really. I mean, this time last year, Action Packed Wrestling was firing on all cylinders and looked to be primed to be the top wrestling company for all of eternity. And now, there’s been one show since October. It just doesn’t feel right, you know? I expected to be able to prepare for a big return to wrestling with Action Packed Wrestling, and I felt certain I wanted to end my career at the top, as most wrestlers do, with APW.
I’ll never be the next Johnny Rebel.
I’ll never be the next CJ Gates.
I’ll never be the next Kurt Noble.
I accept that; I know I’m not a main event talent in Action Packed Wrestling, but being a part of the card for the biggest event in wrestling history is an honor and a privilege that I greatly look forward to. This is like Woodstock for wrestling; this is like an in-ring Oktoberfest. This is like the World Series of Wrestling, and I get to take part. I don’t care if I’m not going up against Biggs or President Jeff in the main event; I don’t care if I’m not competing with Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander for the Undisputed Championship.
I never was a champion in Action Packed Wrestling, and I know I never will be. But I’ll be damned if I’m remembered for anything less than my best in that ring with each and every match I fought, and in APW, that’s what I always gave.
I’m just honored to be a part of wrestling history, and to be able to say goodbye to the company that made me feel like a wrestling god from day one. To think that I was a part of one of the great wrestling companies of professional wrestling. It’s like how people look back and think of Shakespeare and Lord Chamberlain’s Men, his acting company. President Jeff was the Shakespeare of Professional Wrestling, and I’m proud to say I was a part of APW, his company, even if I’m just a name among a list of names rather than a standout.
And if you think about it, I’m on the midcard, too. It’s not like I’m opening the show; it’s not like I’m the one who puts on a performance for the folks who got there early while everyone else is still trying to find their seats. I was given the honor of being in a reasonably high-profile match on night two of the festivities. And normally, I’d be sitting here, talking shit about my opponent rather than hyping this show, but in all honesty, this isn’t about me being the best thing since sliced bread.
And I don’t mean the wrestling move.
This isn’t about that. This isn’t about my opponent not being competent, because quite clearly he’s competent enough to have earned a spot on the card for APW’s final show. This isn’t about me wanting a title shot or wanting to face some big shot to make myself known. There’s no reason for any of that anymore.
This is about the show; this is about the biggest, craziest, and potentially best show ever to be broadcast in the world of wrestling. I know I’m not going into this match with my normal mindset, and that’s, quite frankly, because the win isn’t the most important thing here.
The most important thing to me is honoring APW in the final show any of us will ever see from the greatest company that’s ever owned a ring for competition, and win or lose, the most important thing is giving this match every fucking ounce of strength, speed, and heart that exists within me to do the company proud.
That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
Looking ahead, I really don’t know what to think. I know I’m going into this match planning to call it quits afterward because no company could measure up to the greatness that is Action Packed Wrestling, but with no definitive direction after this match, I’ve only got one thing in mind, and that’s competing, playing this game one more time, and then… who really knows?
Sure, I’ve got roots elsewhere, and I could go find something else to do behind the scenes in the wrestling universe, but it still isn’t Action Packed Wrestling, and there isn’t any place I’d rather be.
Sure, I know a few people from this company pretty well, and I could realistically see myself working to help coach and manage any of them in their future endeavors, but again, where is APW in all this?
Point is, Action Packed Wrestling is the place I’ve found that I prefer to call my home, and life after APW isn’t going to be easy; that’s why the one and only focus I’ve had since… Well, since Survive and Conquer, really, has been Rasslemania, and the chance to be a part of APW’s biggest show annually and to go out in style with the company that’s challenged me and pushed me to go farther, do more, and be better than anywhere before it.
Looking back now, I realize that I was never a big name in Action Packed Wrestling, and knowing that I never will be is a relief. I couldn’t go out on top with this company and call it quits from there if I were to wind up the last Undisputed Champion or if I were to be hand-picked to face President Jeff in the main event of the last show ever. So if this really is the end for me, I’m going to be retiring with the knowledge that I was an Action Packed Wrestler through and through, and that my wrestling career ended with the greatest company I’ll ever hope to work for.
My opponent at Rasslemania is a man with whom I’ve never before exchanged words, never faced, and only heard of in passing; I am competing against Isamu Sazuki, a former Suicidal Champion who, from what I’ve seen of his wrestling tapes, defeated Rico Casteel and James Chambers to win that belt. I admit, he’s got an impressive resume, and being chosen to face him as part of APW’s final show is a decision that could lead to an excellent match.
The Japan-native is another fast-paced wrestler, and his high-flying style will lead to a very interesting match that’ll result in a highlight reel worthy of both of our ‘Best of’ DVDs, and uhh, Blu-Rays, when they come out in the future. Truth be told, I’ve been doing quite a bit of research and watching quite a bit of footage of this guy’s matches to learn everything I can about his wrestling style, not to know how to easily defeat him, but to know exactly what to expect in the ring so that the two of us can steal the show with this match, because in the end, winning is just a perk if it actually happens.
Would I love to win my final match with APW? Absolutely, I would. But if I don’t, I understand. I’m not concerned with simply winning the match if it doesn’t make headlines. This could very well be my last match ever, and if it’s the case, I want to go out knowing I did my absolute best against one of the best wrestlers I could’ve been given the opportunity to face.
Am I going into this match wanting to win? Certainly. Am I expecting to win? I’d love to win, but I’m not anticipating anything; realistically, anything could happen, anything should happen, and as far as I’m concerned, anything will happen. I’m going to make this match everything it deserves to be, and Isamu Sazuki gets to be the guy who makes headlines with me.
Say what you want about me; tell me I’m worthless because I’m not going out there looking just for the win. Call me an idiot because I’m not looking for the easy opportunities. Say I’m a nobody and that this match isn’t going to make anything of me either. I don’t give a damn.
Win or lose, I’m sending this place out with a bang. I do want to win, and if I get the chance, I’m going to win this one, but this match isn’t for me.
This match isn’t for my family back home, nor for my girlfriend, nor for the eyes of potential scouts of other companies that wanted to see who’s left after the end of the legendary Action Packed Wrestling.
This match is for the fans.
This match is for the wrestling world.
This match is for Action Packed Wrestling, its wrestlers, its owner, its fans…
This time, it’s for APW!
