Post by Emerson on Dec 8, 2020 16:11:34 GMT -5
Emerson is at his apartment. Little people know this but my father died when I was 14. My mother had mental illness so I was pretty much raised by my older sister who was only 6 years older than me. At 17 I was considered an emancipated juvenile. I had a full time job while I was senior in high school and had my own apartment and lived alone. I was on my own. My hard life started really early.
The world was seen different when I was a kid. Everyone wanted to work in plants. We were told that if we wanted to have a job with security try and get a job a plant building cars or manufacturing something. My father said that the unions ensured you would have a job for life. And so that is what I had to look forward to. A job building things and sweating your butt off. It seemed everyone we knew looked more for job security than anything else. They had lived through the gas shortage in the 70s and several recessions. Nothing was secure and nothing was for sure.
Eventually you get old enough and you realize there are several different type of jobs you can get. None of which pay well. Most places will pay you enough to get by. Enough to survive and that is pretty much it. You will never be able to accumulate much of anything. You will have a not so nice home. You will have a old ugly car that only works when it wants to. You will have an old tv that has more static than a hive of bees.
Its as if God is saying to me and many more “you will have a hard awful life…...sorry”. And that is how it is for me and for so many. And after a while you get it into your head that is how it is for everyone. That life is awful for everyone. But then you realize its not. Some people have much harder lives than me, that is for sure. But so many others, they are born into families who are well to do. Families that are not dysfunctional or abusive. Families that are close and love one another. Where you get your college paid, you get a car given to you for your 18th birthday or for your graduation. Do you wanna know what I got for my graduation from high school? A hot and ready pizza from Little Ceasars, that was our celebration. We each had 2 slices and that was it.
It seems this is all I know, this type of life, all I know is hardships and awfulness. I would say I am ready for the next life. But with my luck I’ll end up coming back as a cow in a farm that gets taken to the slaughterhouse when I am 10. So why even fight it anymore? What is the point? I dont think there is a point anymore to life, at least not my life.
So this sadly brings me to Gold Rush. Where anything can happen. Yeah right. For me it will be the same thing. I will put up a good effort then lose at the end or close to the end. My fans will cheer for me, and be sad for me when I lose. Just the story of my life and my career. It would be easy for me to give up and just walk away. Leave all this behind. I wish I could promise my son a better life. But fact is he will probably have a harder life than me. And that makes me sad, like wouldnt believe.
But every other week I get to escape my chains, escape my life and disappear into the world of SFT. I fight mostly people with much more talent than me. And every now and then I win, heck I held the world title. Its not that I am better its just that I always show up. Good days,bad days I show up. And in this day and age I guess that means something. Showing up when you are asked goes a long way. Showing up to your sisters 50th birthday. Showing up to your kids first class play in school. Watching a pretty bad play about Abraham Lincoln but me and the rest of the parents of special needs kids all smile and applaud. I showed up when my not so nice father passed away, showed up to his funeral, then later showed at his grave. I still go visit him once a year mostly to curse him.
So yeah I show up. And I try what I can with the talent I have. I am like the little engine that could. Its always an uphill climb for me and that train. Its always a battle and even when we win and overcome it takes a lot out of us that leaves us even weaker than we were. Till eventually that steam in us is all gone and we are left empty and depleted.
That is how I feel right now. Empty and depleted. I have no right to be in the ring with anyone, much less the likes of Lucas, Rumpke, Candace, and pretty much everyone in SFT. I am outmanned and outgunned. And you know what? I’ll still show up for Gold Rush, and you know what I will still show up at the Titans after that and the Titans after that. I will give it my all, little as it may be. And I will not be one of those people Louis Cypher talked about, about waiting till the end to win it all. I too have little respect for people who treat SFT like a chess game. They are always looking 4 moves ahead. It really brings down the sport and shows little respect for SFT and its wrestlers. You want to show you are the best? That you deserve gold or the gold you already have? Then dont be that guy. Seriously dont be that guy.
That is all I have to say.
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The world was seen different when I was a kid. Everyone wanted to work in plants. We were told that if we wanted to have a job with security try and get a job a plant building cars or manufacturing something. My father said that the unions ensured you would have a job for life. And so that is what I had to look forward to. A job building things and sweating your butt off. It seemed everyone we knew looked more for job security than anything else. They had lived through the gas shortage in the 70s and several recessions. Nothing was secure and nothing was for sure.
Eventually you get old enough and you realize there are several different type of jobs you can get. None of which pay well. Most places will pay you enough to get by. Enough to survive and that is pretty much it. You will never be able to accumulate much of anything. You will have a not so nice home. You will have a old ugly car that only works when it wants to. You will have an old tv that has more static than a hive of bees.
Its as if God is saying to me and many more “you will have a hard awful life…...sorry”. And that is how it is for me and for so many. And after a while you get it into your head that is how it is for everyone. That life is awful for everyone. But then you realize its not. Some people have much harder lives than me, that is for sure. But so many others, they are born into families who are well to do. Families that are not dysfunctional or abusive. Families that are close and love one another. Where you get your college paid, you get a car given to you for your 18th birthday or for your graduation. Do you wanna know what I got for my graduation from high school? A hot and ready pizza from Little Ceasars, that was our celebration. We each had 2 slices and that was it.
It seems this is all I know, this type of life, all I know is hardships and awfulness. I would say I am ready for the next life. But with my luck I’ll end up coming back as a cow in a farm that gets taken to the slaughterhouse when I am 10. So why even fight it anymore? What is the point? I dont think there is a point anymore to life, at least not my life.
So this sadly brings me to Gold Rush. Where anything can happen. Yeah right. For me it will be the same thing. I will put up a good effort then lose at the end or close to the end. My fans will cheer for me, and be sad for me when I lose. Just the story of my life and my career. It would be easy for me to give up and just walk away. Leave all this behind. I wish I could promise my son a better life. But fact is he will probably have a harder life than me. And that makes me sad, like wouldnt believe.
But every other week I get to escape my chains, escape my life and disappear into the world of SFT. I fight mostly people with much more talent than me. And every now and then I win, heck I held the world title. Its not that I am better its just that I always show up. Good days,bad days I show up. And in this day and age I guess that means something. Showing up when you are asked goes a long way. Showing up to your sisters 50th birthday. Showing up to your kids first class play in school. Watching a pretty bad play about Abraham Lincoln but me and the rest of the parents of special needs kids all smile and applaud. I showed up when my not so nice father passed away, showed up to his funeral, then later showed at his grave. I still go visit him once a year mostly to curse him.
So yeah I show up. And I try what I can with the talent I have. I am like the little engine that could. Its always an uphill climb for me and that train. Its always a battle and even when we win and overcome it takes a lot out of us that leaves us even weaker than we were. Till eventually that steam in us is all gone and we are left empty and depleted.
That is how I feel right now. Empty and depleted. I have no right to be in the ring with anyone, much less the likes of Lucas, Rumpke, Candace, and pretty much everyone in SFT. I am outmanned and outgunned. And you know what? I’ll still show up for Gold Rush, and you know what I will still show up at the Titans after that and the Titans after that. I will give it my all, little as it may be. And I will not be one of those people Louis Cypher talked about, about waiting till the end to win it all. I too have little respect for people who treat SFT like a chess game. They are always looking 4 moves ahead. It really brings down the sport and shows little respect for SFT and its wrestlers. You want to show you are the best? That you deserve gold or the gold you already have? Then dont be that guy. Seriously dont be that guy.
That is all I have to say.
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