Post by Emerson on Dec 26, 2016 9:58:38 GMT -5
My name is Emerson Embry. Pleased to meet you.
It is 8:30 am on a Monday, the day after Christmas day. The world is quiet today, sort of the way the world is
on New Years Day. The world is recovering from a holiday. From a world wide hangover. Good that leaves the
rest of the day and the rest of the world for people like me. Who are my people? We are the simple folks.
The ones who get up everyday at 6:45am. My typical day involves getting up that early, making breakfast for my
son. Then getting him ready to go to school. This involves a good 15 minutes of trying to convince him its
not ok to take his Captain America Tshirt, he wants to wear some superhero tshirt everyday but his school has
a dress code and he can only wear reg clothes on Friday, call it casual fridays for elementary schools. haha.
My son has downs syndrome. Its easier for me to say that these days. His mother took off when he was a kid, shes
living in Austin last I heard with some guy. Guess she couldnt take being his mom or it was just too much,
whatever the case may be, its her loss. He's my son and I love him and Downs or no, it wont change that. So
after I get his red shirt on for school, I let him watch some toons on the tv for a few min while I get my
things ready for work. I wish I could say my day job was being superdad. But I am not a superhero. And
when I am away from SFT, I spend my days working construction. Its a hard job, most days I feel like I hurt
in places I didnt know I had. But somehow I get up, I always get up. And if I had a super power, I think that would
be it. The ability to get up. The ability to go on even when it would be easier not to. But I get up, I
always get up.
And I got a call from Harold not so long ago, asking me to return to SFT for a match, and maybe some more, who
knows. How could I refuse? So......I got up. Like I always do, like I always have. And so here I am. To my
surprise and not so much, I am facing two old friends. Twilight and Jack Jones, and I guess in some ways
we are the 3 musketeers. The so called Wall of SFT, its rightful protectors. How long did we have that job?
Too long I would think. But its ok, we did what we had to and then some.
So my friends, into the breach once more? Lets cry "Havok!" and let slip the dogs of war." Ahh Ive always wanted
to say that ever since I saw The Postman as a kid. We are the last, and as Shadow used to say, it is as it should be.
God how I miss him. The world seems a little less with him not in it. And I know everyone says that
about a person they miss. It doesnt make it any less so. Shadow was my friend, and I miss him dearly. I think
anyone who had any respect for him or SFT would do right by this place. Or at least try. He was a storyteller
in the ring and out. And I will miss that most of all. I will miss Wonderland.
So I guess that is it for now.
Fade to black
It is 8:30 am on a Monday, the day after Christmas day. The world is quiet today, sort of the way the world is
on New Years Day. The world is recovering from a holiday. From a world wide hangover. Good that leaves the
rest of the day and the rest of the world for people like me. Who are my people? We are the simple folks.
The ones who get up everyday at 6:45am. My typical day involves getting up that early, making breakfast for my
son. Then getting him ready to go to school. This involves a good 15 minutes of trying to convince him its
not ok to take his Captain America Tshirt, he wants to wear some superhero tshirt everyday but his school has
a dress code and he can only wear reg clothes on Friday, call it casual fridays for elementary schools. haha.
My son has downs syndrome. Its easier for me to say that these days. His mother took off when he was a kid, shes
living in Austin last I heard with some guy. Guess she couldnt take being his mom or it was just too much,
whatever the case may be, its her loss. He's my son and I love him and Downs or no, it wont change that. So
after I get his red shirt on for school, I let him watch some toons on the tv for a few min while I get my
things ready for work. I wish I could say my day job was being superdad. But I am not a superhero. And
when I am away from SFT, I spend my days working construction. Its a hard job, most days I feel like I hurt
in places I didnt know I had. But somehow I get up, I always get up. And if I had a super power, I think that would
be it. The ability to get up. The ability to go on even when it would be easier not to. But I get up, I
always get up.
And I got a call from Harold not so long ago, asking me to return to SFT for a match, and maybe some more, who
knows. How could I refuse? So......I got up. Like I always do, like I always have. And so here I am. To my
surprise and not so much, I am facing two old friends. Twilight and Jack Jones, and I guess in some ways
we are the 3 musketeers. The so called Wall of SFT, its rightful protectors. How long did we have that job?
Too long I would think. But its ok, we did what we had to and then some.
So my friends, into the breach once more? Lets cry "Havok!" and let slip the dogs of war." Ahh Ive always wanted
to say that ever since I saw The Postman as a kid. We are the last, and as Shadow used to say, it is as it should be.
God how I miss him. The world seems a little less with him not in it. And I know everyone says that
about a person they miss. It doesnt make it any less so. Shadow was my friend, and I miss him dearly. I think
anyone who had any respect for him or SFT would do right by this place. Or at least try. He was a storyteller
in the ring and out. And I will miss that most of all. I will miss Wonderland.
So I guess that is it for now.
Fade to black
