Post by nathan on Sept 8, 2018 19:31:13 GMT -5
Have you ever looked yourself in the mirror and not recognized the face looking back at you? It's been happening to me more often lately. When I am physically and emotionally defeated… I see a decrepit old man. When I am pushed to my breaking point… I see worry written all over my face. When I am pushed beyond my breaking point… that's when I see the monster within.
We all have a monster within, or a voice in our head, or a devil on our shoulder. When mine gains power… I fade away. When I return… things aren't how I remember them. Part of what tired me out in Japan was the feeling I got after that part of me took control. I felt shame, guilt, grief, remorse. Those feelings proved I was merely human, when I knew deep down that I was sometimes more.
I cannot properly explain what this monster is like, without showing the world. If my meditation holds me together… you'll never find out what my darkside is like. A few weeks back, Cypher got me all worked up as we got closer to what was supposed to be a Hell in a Cell Match. Had that cage been set up… I may have lost myself and unleashed the beast. For the sake of competition… it was a blessing in disguise that the cage was forgotten. I would hate to have a dark cloud hanging over my first World Title defense.
And now, round two on the defense tour takes me to New York City for Titans 41 on Tuesday, September 11. Jaime Reyes versus Emerson Embry. On paper, a solid match. In reality, a solid match. While I was hoping to defend against Saint Jude and Jack Jones, who both deserve a shot after not receiving a title match after defeating Cypher months ago… I welcome the challenge from Emerson. Sure, I've been critical about his methods of preparation for a title match. I honestly don't care about his childhood, or why he is the way he is.
What I care about is the fight that we're about to engage in. I've seen what he's capable of, and it's entirely possible that SFT has a new World Champion next week. Is it probable for that to happen? No, I don't think so. See, when my hand is looking rough and I'm about to fold… I feel that the other side will take over and then… I will be unstoppable. That is not the way I want to retain my title… but I may not have a choice in stopping the other side from fighting my battles.
I felt the pull two weeks ago against Cypher, and I felt it again when Emerson said my words were just filler. I don't know why little things make their way into my brain as big things. I am who I am. I can be prick if my tank is on empty. My reserve tank pushes me to a dark place that you don't want to see, Emerson. Fair warning, friend. If you hit me as hard as you hit Nirvana a few weeks ago, you won't like what you see before you.
What comes from the shadows does not have a name, nor would I dare give it one. The last time he came out to play… I was given a lifetime ban from Budokan Hall. Footage of the event has been erased from all legitimate archives, while you could probably find a clip on the dark web somewhere. Long story short… don't mess with the bull or you will get the horns. I know that sounds cliché. There's no better way to explain this… other than to show the world what needs to remain unseen.
Emerson Embry… you are next on the chopping block for the current, reigning, defending Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Champion. Having been champion before, you know how important it is to be focused on success. One thing I like to keep in mind is failure. It sounds weird. I consider failure, and even welcome it. Failure is part of life. Without failure, success would be boring. It would just be win after win after win after win until the end of time.
You've made quite a career out of both success and failure, Emerson. You seem like a happy guy. You believe in right and wrong, and always seem to fight for what's right. You're a role model for what a true professional should be. I admire your ability to stay positive in such a cutthroat business. I wish I could see the world with rose colored glasses all the time, too. Unfortunately I've seen too much darkness to believe that's it's always rainbows and unicorns all the time.
Maybe I have the wrong idea about you. Maybe you've got an edge to you that I don't know about. Maybe you've got a darkside like the rest of us mortals. Maybe we're more alike than you care to admit. Maybe this is all incoherent filler to pass the time.
Maybe.
I could be on to something, or I could be sleep deprived. It's been a long weekend already. New York has been busy work since I got here. An unexpected meeting with Aj Nin Red Rum was cool. The rest of the day has been filled with media appearances and an autograph signing at a Foot Locker, of all places. I called one of the workers a zebra and he seemed offended by it. Because it's 2018 and everyone is offended by everyone. But, come on, if you wear a black and white striped shirt… expect to be called a zebra from time to time.
Where was I?
Oh yeah.
Emerson, this may be the last you hear from me before our match on Tuesday. I want to wish you the best of luck and I hope we put on one hell of a match. I'm not sure how into the show our fans will be… being 9/11… in New York City. We'll just have to make the best of it. No matter what happens… SFT will have a damn fine World Champion.
Good night.
We all have a monster within, or a voice in our head, or a devil on our shoulder. When mine gains power… I fade away. When I return… things aren't how I remember them. Part of what tired me out in Japan was the feeling I got after that part of me took control. I felt shame, guilt, grief, remorse. Those feelings proved I was merely human, when I knew deep down that I was sometimes more.
I cannot properly explain what this monster is like, without showing the world. If my meditation holds me together… you'll never find out what my darkside is like. A few weeks back, Cypher got me all worked up as we got closer to what was supposed to be a Hell in a Cell Match. Had that cage been set up… I may have lost myself and unleashed the beast. For the sake of competition… it was a blessing in disguise that the cage was forgotten. I would hate to have a dark cloud hanging over my first World Title defense.
And now, round two on the defense tour takes me to New York City for Titans 41 on Tuesday, September 11. Jaime Reyes versus Emerson Embry. On paper, a solid match. In reality, a solid match. While I was hoping to defend against Saint Jude and Jack Jones, who both deserve a shot after not receiving a title match after defeating Cypher months ago… I welcome the challenge from Emerson. Sure, I've been critical about his methods of preparation for a title match. I honestly don't care about his childhood, or why he is the way he is.
What I care about is the fight that we're about to engage in. I've seen what he's capable of, and it's entirely possible that SFT has a new World Champion next week. Is it probable for that to happen? No, I don't think so. See, when my hand is looking rough and I'm about to fold… I feel that the other side will take over and then… I will be unstoppable. That is not the way I want to retain my title… but I may not have a choice in stopping the other side from fighting my battles.
I felt the pull two weeks ago against Cypher, and I felt it again when Emerson said my words were just filler. I don't know why little things make their way into my brain as big things. I am who I am. I can be prick if my tank is on empty. My reserve tank pushes me to a dark place that you don't want to see, Emerson. Fair warning, friend. If you hit me as hard as you hit Nirvana a few weeks ago, you won't like what you see before you.
What comes from the shadows does not have a name, nor would I dare give it one. The last time he came out to play… I was given a lifetime ban from Budokan Hall. Footage of the event has been erased from all legitimate archives, while you could probably find a clip on the dark web somewhere. Long story short… don't mess with the bull or you will get the horns. I know that sounds cliché. There's no better way to explain this… other than to show the world what needs to remain unseen.
Emerson Embry… you are next on the chopping block for the current, reigning, defending Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Champion. Having been champion before, you know how important it is to be focused on success. One thing I like to keep in mind is failure. It sounds weird. I consider failure, and even welcome it. Failure is part of life. Without failure, success would be boring. It would just be win after win after win after win until the end of time.
You've made quite a career out of both success and failure, Emerson. You seem like a happy guy. You believe in right and wrong, and always seem to fight for what's right. You're a role model for what a true professional should be. I admire your ability to stay positive in such a cutthroat business. I wish I could see the world with rose colored glasses all the time, too. Unfortunately I've seen too much darkness to believe that's it's always rainbows and unicorns all the time.
Maybe I have the wrong idea about you. Maybe you've got an edge to you that I don't know about. Maybe you've got a darkside like the rest of us mortals. Maybe we're more alike than you care to admit. Maybe this is all incoherent filler to pass the time.
Maybe.
I could be on to something, or I could be sleep deprived. It's been a long weekend already. New York has been busy work since I got here. An unexpected meeting with Aj Nin Red Rum was cool. The rest of the day has been filled with media appearances and an autograph signing at a Foot Locker, of all places. I called one of the workers a zebra and he seemed offended by it. Because it's 2018 and everyone is offended by everyone. But, come on, if you wear a black and white striped shirt… expect to be called a zebra from time to time.
Where was I?
Oh yeah.
Emerson, this may be the last you hear from me before our match on Tuesday. I want to wish you the best of luck and I hope we put on one hell of a match. I'm not sure how into the show our fans will be… being 9/11… in New York City. We'll just have to make the best of it. No matter what happens… SFT will have a damn fine World Champion.
Good night.
