Post by Joey on Nov 29, 2018 15:57:58 GMT -5
I was here before any of you. I will be here after you are all gone.
The scene is Watip, New Hampshire. It is cold here. Its starting to snow. I came here to pick up my brother, to tell him its his turn to come back in SFT. But the stinker has skipped town. And its still my turn I suppose. I have been designated to face Lionel Kingston. Oh joy. No seriously. Lionel once upon a time was quite the competitor. He had talent. He was a man of his word. But all that ended long ago.
This place is solitary and quiet. Maybe 7 or 8 hundred people tops. One gas station and that is pretty much it. If god made a place for you to hide he made Watip specifically for that.
Lionel up and disappeared one day. No goodbye. No final words. No loyalty, no trust, just left. And he wasn't the only one. He didn't even bother to come back when Shadow passed away. So much for so called friends.
And when he returned he came back with several others. All swore they would stay with SFT this time no matter what, till it was time for them to call it a career. That lasted all of a month. Now Lionel is gone, Jaime Reyes is gone, Nirvana is gone. And I am not too angry about that. They have never been anyone that can be counted on. They are temporary people. They always have been. Even the world champion Mya chose to leave, buckled under the pressure of drunk people. Its been the better part of a decade since I have seen any wrestler stand up and say “My will is stronger than you, or anyone here. I will not be silenced. I will not run, I will not hide. You have no power over me but you will bend a knee to me and my will.” The days of someone having that much raw talent and will power are long gone, all we are left with is weak individuals, weak in body and definitely weak in mind.
Its not to say that weakness does not have a place. It is those same weak people who end up making cakes for everyone in the office, even the ones they despise. The same weakness that they end up planning the local potluck and no one really remembers to bring anything and she or he ends up putting everything up for everyone and then gets no recognition. The same weak people will let their boyfriend or girlfriend walk all over them. There is strength in that life and that way of being but its that strength that only keeps you from being better. You let the world walk over you and always, and I mean always hide your true voice.
Speak up, stand up, and be heard. What are you afraid of? Hiding and fearing your own shadow. Pathetic.
So Lionel, I will give you one last chance to prove to me you have a voice worth hearing, you’ve been put in the same book as Nirvana, Aj Nin, Aidan Morag, Erik Dean, where once they were looked up to now they are simple forgotten. But that is what you want isn't it? You want to be the so called Forgotten God? Well you at least you got the forgotten part right. But you are no god, not even a dog. You are a memory that no one remembers. And to be honest you probably do not remember yourself. You were always so busy hoping others would like you, but you didn't even like yourself. Looking for approval from who? Who? Everyone in this business is temporary none are worth fighting for, and you took the road more traveled, I took the one less traveled and that my friend has made all the difference.
I am Redd. And I apologize to no one for me or my world. Not For me or my nightmares. My voice has always been strong. My will second to none. And I will be here to bury you Lionel and afterwards you will never again be a god, just forgotten. Always just forgotten. No one will remember your name, no one will remember your legacy. You threw that away and you have no one to blame but yourself.
As for me, I do what I need to do to keep myself afloat and keep SFT afloat. I say no apologies. I have no remorse. Those who matter will always matter, and those who don't will be forgotten and justly so.
I need to find my brother, it is time.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…..
The scene is Watip, New Hampshire. It is cold here. Its starting to snow. I came here to pick up my brother, to tell him its his turn to come back in SFT. But the stinker has skipped town. And its still my turn I suppose. I have been designated to face Lionel Kingston. Oh joy. No seriously. Lionel once upon a time was quite the competitor. He had talent. He was a man of his word. But all that ended long ago.
This place is solitary and quiet. Maybe 7 or 8 hundred people tops. One gas station and that is pretty much it. If god made a place for you to hide he made Watip specifically for that.
Lionel up and disappeared one day. No goodbye. No final words. No loyalty, no trust, just left. And he wasn't the only one. He didn't even bother to come back when Shadow passed away. So much for so called friends.
And when he returned he came back with several others. All swore they would stay with SFT this time no matter what, till it was time for them to call it a career. That lasted all of a month. Now Lionel is gone, Jaime Reyes is gone, Nirvana is gone. And I am not too angry about that. They have never been anyone that can be counted on. They are temporary people. They always have been. Even the world champion Mya chose to leave, buckled under the pressure of drunk people. Its been the better part of a decade since I have seen any wrestler stand up and say “My will is stronger than you, or anyone here. I will not be silenced. I will not run, I will not hide. You have no power over me but you will bend a knee to me and my will.” The days of someone having that much raw talent and will power are long gone, all we are left with is weak individuals, weak in body and definitely weak in mind.
Its not to say that weakness does not have a place. It is those same weak people who end up making cakes for everyone in the office, even the ones they despise. The same weakness that they end up planning the local potluck and no one really remembers to bring anything and she or he ends up putting everything up for everyone and then gets no recognition. The same weak people will let their boyfriend or girlfriend walk all over them. There is strength in that life and that way of being but its that strength that only keeps you from being better. You let the world walk over you and always, and I mean always hide your true voice.
Speak up, stand up, and be heard. What are you afraid of? Hiding and fearing your own shadow. Pathetic.
So Lionel, I will give you one last chance to prove to me you have a voice worth hearing, you’ve been put in the same book as Nirvana, Aj Nin, Aidan Morag, Erik Dean, where once they were looked up to now they are simple forgotten. But that is what you want isn't it? You want to be the so called Forgotten God? Well you at least you got the forgotten part right. But you are no god, not even a dog. You are a memory that no one remembers. And to be honest you probably do not remember yourself. You were always so busy hoping others would like you, but you didn't even like yourself. Looking for approval from who? Who? Everyone in this business is temporary none are worth fighting for, and you took the road more traveled, I took the one less traveled and that my friend has made all the difference.
I am Redd. And I apologize to no one for me or my world. Not For me or my nightmares. My voice has always been strong. My will second to none. And I will be here to bury you Lionel and afterwards you will never again be a god, just forgotten. Always just forgotten. No one will remember your name, no one will remember your legacy. You threw that away and you have no one to blame but yourself.
As for me, I do what I need to do to keep myself afloat and keep SFT afloat. I say no apologies. I have no remorse. Those who matter will always matter, and those who don't will be forgotten and justly so.
I need to find my brother, it is time.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…..
