Post by Glenn Owen on May 13, 2020 16:01:15 GMT -5
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We find ourselves into an empty area, fairly small and dusty with only a few candles around to give us light. It’s there we find him, sitting on the floor alone with his head faced down into the ground. His clothes as always are plain, his hair far more messy and a little longer than we are accustomed to. He now has a beard as well, but despite the ageing of time it’s obvious who this man is. Only Glenn Owen these days would hang out in such strange places alone it would seem.
There’s something about him that still loves the unknown! After all anyone can stand in a locker room and speak into a microphone. Anyone can work out in a gym, or visit an old haunting ground from the past to reminisce. That’s what makes the words flow from the tongue! But these places, those broken down and forgotten give very little to imagine…. Only past memories to trigger or stir the imagination.
He looks upwards at the camera, not speak to the many, but simply speaking it would seem to one other!
Reno Destiny once said something very profound about me, something he said during the feds very rare downtime in a podcast. He said I was eloquent! I’d never had my words described like that before, it made me proud. It did so because it’s all I ever wanted my words to be. That’s what I learnt from him you know Joey, it was his words that first inspired me and his words that still haunt me and live with me to this day. I need not say his name; because you know of the man I speak. He was my friend, your brother, his mark remains on me always, and it’s probably why I am still lurking around today…..
But I mention this because I feel my eloquent ways becoming lost to time. I am not the man I once was, none of us are. I’m a different person and I lead a different life! So why do I return? What is the point of this merry go around? I could have stayed hidden; I could now be a ghost. In so many ways I wish I were a ghost right now. I could wander the halls and look down upon everyone without them seeing. Fade into the background and lock away all the troubles of the world. But I am no ghost Joey, I tried that didn’t I? It didn’t work…… no actually you would not let it work! As you pointed out I can never be that man, nor would I even attempt to try. But you didn’t let me be myself did you? I could not become who I wanted to be because of you. When I tried to pass along you would not let me….. That my friend is why I am here!
He stand up quickly and fondles around in his pocket for some hand rolling tobacco. He quit cigarettes a few years ago now, rolling his own smokes give his hands something to do. He starts to roll himself and cigarette and continues to speak, seemly just mumbling to himself…..
Can I tell you a little secret? I didn’t want SFT to continue Joey. I thought it should pass along with its greatest owner and founding father! I thought it needed to rest…. I told you that. But you just would not let it go would you? Something within you was either so stubborn or so blind fucking stupid that you just would not let it die! I was all for starting a new….. Even if it was the same dance just for the love of god change the tune a little…..
But you would not let it die would you Joey?
I made a promise to Shadow once, it remains to this day as it will forever be…. A promise I will never be able to fulfil…… I will keep that private between you and me and for another time, but it was because of that I felt compelled those few years ago now to return and fix the site. I saw an opportunity to keep alive a flame, even though I wanted it to die. I spent hundreds of hours working for you…. Knowing that it was only you that appreciated such work….. I think I did all of that for him….. Somehow thinking I could fulfil that promise by doing something for you…. his brother…. But in the end I withered and once again faded away!
But you…… you just would not let it die would you?
And so here we are, once again going round and around again, trying to better each other, speak words to each other we have no time for via email it would seem, trying to pour our hearts and souls out in simple words for the world to judge us in some vein attempt to see which one of us has the better life, or which one of us has the most burden to bear…. To pick which one of us is the better man! Much like Shadow you have become my huckleberry it would seem, probably my only opponent left to conquer! But I can’t do that can I Joey? To do that I would have to make your world crumble around you…. I would have to take away the very means of which we communicate this day. But there would be no point in that would there Joey? That’s a task in which I would simply not succeed…… and why?
Because you just will not, will not…….. will not let it Die!!!!
And so here I am once again…..
He fumbles again in his pocket for a lighter, lights the small cigarette and takes his first drag. It’s been a few days since he actually smoked, but that all too familiar feeling comes straight back to him and instantly he feels more comfortable, more….. at home! It’s strange how sometimes you think you have forgotten what something feels like, yet just 3 clicks and your right back in Kansas.
It’s now my job to educate you somewhat Joey… that is after all what we attempt to do here isn’t it? You tell me about you, I tell you about me, and others judge which of us is the better man. But I am in no mood to judge this day my friend. I wish no longer to be judged, hell people can think of me whatever way they want and I simply won’t care! I’m secure with the man I once was and who I will one day ultimately become…….. I could be our greatest saviour or the worst wrestler in history and I promise you either way I would not give a damn! But what about you Joey, it is after all only how we judge ourselves that matters don’t you think? Your far to wise not to know that…… You are who you are, but now let me tell you exactly who I think you are in an attempt to make you see the world through my eyes for once… something of which you to do me so well….
First of all, you’re a son of a bitch! But you knew that already!
Secondly, your mind still has the capacity of beauty through words…. That skill you have never lost and probably exceeds even my own…… I wish you would show it more from time to time, you really should. There is still a legion of power in you somewhere my friend….. It once rivalled any words I have ever read……
And thirdly, you have become all that you once admired! And when I say that I don’t mean your life circumstances, I mean that you have become that immovable force that stands the test of time….. that power of which provides a home for all the lost souls past, present and future to always come home and play! You have become our mentor, our fallen brother……. That man we both loved, he was the benchmark for pure stubbornness that just will not let something die, determination the likes of which I have never known and with wisdom that came with it the likes of which I will probably never hear again………. And because of that for good or bad…. Here we all are! We still dance in wonderland…. We both love and hate it but yet we still dance. We don’t let it die…….
You………. just won’t let it die…..
And there’s a saying where I come from Joey… It’s one I’ve always hated…… “If you can’t beat them….. Join them”
Glenn throws the cigarette to the ground and stamps it out, looking around at the empty area that has…. Mysteriously, started to light up a little….
It’s been 20 years since I first joined Strike Fantasy Wrestling as it was….. did you really think I would not mark that occasion? My first ever show? Have a guess…… Yeah you guessed it…… And 20 years on I will bring that show to you once again. But I don’t do it for nostalgia Joey, no, I bring it to you for inspiration…… I will present it to you in a new way to make you understand that such a show, the people in it and the words of which we both now speak are possible because of you…..
You Joey, and only you……..
And if it inspires us in these troubled times to keep moving forward, then so be it. If it gives us lost souls new ideas, new inspiration… then so be it……. If it turns out to be just a bit of fun……… well then so be it. But it will be what it is because I am here today, because I have a home to return to and an enemy in you still to fight. That’s what makes you a one off Joey. That’s the result of your hardship and the result of whatever force inside you still fights for SFT to this very day.
And that Joey is why you….. are the better man….
Glenn looks up again and around the area, before slowly walking off as the scene…..
Fades To Light……
Who Is The Better Man?
We find ourselves into an empty area, fairly small and dusty with only a few candles around to give us light. It’s there we find him, sitting on the floor alone with his head faced down into the ground. His clothes as always are plain, his hair far more messy and a little longer than we are accustomed to. He now has a beard as well, but despite the ageing of time it’s obvious who this man is. Only Glenn Owen these days would hang out in such strange places alone it would seem.
There’s something about him that still loves the unknown! After all anyone can stand in a locker room and speak into a microphone. Anyone can work out in a gym, or visit an old haunting ground from the past to reminisce. That’s what makes the words flow from the tongue! But these places, those broken down and forgotten give very little to imagine…. Only past memories to trigger or stir the imagination.
He looks upwards at the camera, not speak to the many, but simply speaking it would seem to one other!
Reno Destiny once said something very profound about me, something he said during the feds very rare downtime in a podcast. He said I was eloquent! I’d never had my words described like that before, it made me proud. It did so because it’s all I ever wanted my words to be. That’s what I learnt from him you know Joey, it was his words that first inspired me and his words that still haunt me and live with me to this day. I need not say his name; because you know of the man I speak. He was my friend, your brother, his mark remains on me always, and it’s probably why I am still lurking around today…..
But I mention this because I feel my eloquent ways becoming lost to time. I am not the man I once was, none of us are. I’m a different person and I lead a different life! So why do I return? What is the point of this merry go around? I could have stayed hidden; I could now be a ghost. In so many ways I wish I were a ghost right now. I could wander the halls and look down upon everyone without them seeing. Fade into the background and lock away all the troubles of the world. But I am no ghost Joey, I tried that didn’t I? It didn’t work…… no actually you would not let it work! As you pointed out I can never be that man, nor would I even attempt to try. But you didn’t let me be myself did you? I could not become who I wanted to be because of you. When I tried to pass along you would not let me….. That my friend is why I am here!
He stand up quickly and fondles around in his pocket for some hand rolling tobacco. He quit cigarettes a few years ago now, rolling his own smokes give his hands something to do. He starts to roll himself and cigarette and continues to speak, seemly just mumbling to himself…..
Can I tell you a little secret? I didn’t want SFT to continue Joey. I thought it should pass along with its greatest owner and founding father! I thought it needed to rest…. I told you that. But you just would not let it go would you? Something within you was either so stubborn or so blind fucking stupid that you just would not let it die! I was all for starting a new….. Even if it was the same dance just for the love of god change the tune a little…..
But you would not let it die would you Joey?
I made a promise to Shadow once, it remains to this day as it will forever be…. A promise I will never be able to fulfil…… I will keep that private between you and me and for another time, but it was because of that I felt compelled those few years ago now to return and fix the site. I saw an opportunity to keep alive a flame, even though I wanted it to die. I spent hundreds of hours working for you…. Knowing that it was only you that appreciated such work….. I think I did all of that for him….. Somehow thinking I could fulfil that promise by doing something for you…. his brother…. But in the end I withered and once again faded away!
But you…… you just would not let it die would you?
And so here we are, once again going round and around again, trying to better each other, speak words to each other we have no time for via email it would seem, trying to pour our hearts and souls out in simple words for the world to judge us in some vein attempt to see which one of us has the better life, or which one of us has the most burden to bear…. To pick which one of us is the better man! Much like Shadow you have become my huckleberry it would seem, probably my only opponent left to conquer! But I can’t do that can I Joey? To do that I would have to make your world crumble around you…. I would have to take away the very means of which we communicate this day. But there would be no point in that would there Joey? That’s a task in which I would simply not succeed…… and why?
Because you just will not, will not…….. will not let it Die!!!!
And so here I am once again…..
He fumbles again in his pocket for a lighter, lights the small cigarette and takes his first drag. It’s been a few days since he actually smoked, but that all too familiar feeling comes straight back to him and instantly he feels more comfortable, more….. at home! It’s strange how sometimes you think you have forgotten what something feels like, yet just 3 clicks and your right back in Kansas.
It’s now my job to educate you somewhat Joey… that is after all what we attempt to do here isn’t it? You tell me about you, I tell you about me, and others judge which of us is the better man. But I am in no mood to judge this day my friend. I wish no longer to be judged, hell people can think of me whatever way they want and I simply won’t care! I’m secure with the man I once was and who I will one day ultimately become…….. I could be our greatest saviour or the worst wrestler in history and I promise you either way I would not give a damn! But what about you Joey, it is after all only how we judge ourselves that matters don’t you think? Your far to wise not to know that…… You are who you are, but now let me tell you exactly who I think you are in an attempt to make you see the world through my eyes for once… something of which you to do me so well….
First of all, you’re a son of a bitch! But you knew that already!
Secondly, your mind still has the capacity of beauty through words…. That skill you have never lost and probably exceeds even my own…… I wish you would show it more from time to time, you really should. There is still a legion of power in you somewhere my friend….. It once rivalled any words I have ever read……
And thirdly, you have become all that you once admired! And when I say that I don’t mean your life circumstances, I mean that you have become that immovable force that stands the test of time….. that power of which provides a home for all the lost souls past, present and future to always come home and play! You have become our mentor, our fallen brother……. That man we both loved, he was the benchmark for pure stubbornness that just will not let something die, determination the likes of which I have never known and with wisdom that came with it the likes of which I will probably never hear again………. And because of that for good or bad…. Here we all are! We still dance in wonderland…. We both love and hate it but yet we still dance. We don’t let it die…….
You………. just won’t let it die…..
And there’s a saying where I come from Joey… It’s one I’ve always hated…… “If you can’t beat them….. Join them”
Glenn throws the cigarette to the ground and stamps it out, looking around at the empty area that has…. Mysteriously, started to light up a little….
It’s been 20 years since I first joined Strike Fantasy Wrestling as it was….. did you really think I would not mark that occasion? My first ever show? Have a guess…… Yeah you guessed it…… And 20 years on I will bring that show to you once again. But I don’t do it for nostalgia Joey, no, I bring it to you for inspiration…… I will present it to you in a new way to make you understand that such a show, the people in it and the words of which we both now speak are possible because of you…..
You Joey, and only you……..
And if it inspires us in these troubled times to keep moving forward, then so be it. If it gives us lost souls new ideas, new inspiration… then so be it……. If it turns out to be just a bit of fun……… well then so be it. But it will be what it is because I am here today, because I have a home to return to and an enemy in you still to fight. That’s what makes you a one off Joey. That’s the result of your hardship and the result of whatever force inside you still fights for SFT to this very day.
And that Joey is why you….. are the better man….
Glenn looks up again and around the area, before slowly walking off as the scene…..
Fades To Light……
