Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 7:26:26 GMT -6
A True Underdog Story
It's rough being the youngest son...
You know the story, you've got alot of work to do to live up to your parents expectations, brothers and sisters with all the success in the world and here you stand, looking up at them with big, wondering, childish eyes that can't help but fear what the future will bring for you. You don't want to be like them and you do at the same time, it's immensely confusing for your small mind to handle, but somehow you put on this facade that all is fine as you run around gleefully, playing with others of the same age group as you.
Of course, in a land of war it's pretty damn difficult to handle being a child nowadays...for no matter how young you are, there's always the chance that you'll be made into something you're not supposed to be just yet: a warrior.
My job was simple around here, I was to tend to my father's sheep and make regular trips to the Ireland market, where I would get things such as fish and grain--essential things for our survival as a family. It wasn't easy, of course...I often ran into street thugs whom tried to mug me.
They never did take my money though--after all, I could trust in God to deliver me from danger and keep my years safe from those who would do me harm.
Many don't consider me all that much of a threat, truthfully...and I do not blame them. My small stature, arms and legs which bear an uncanny likeness to twigs, and the look that I may fall at a strong gust of wind lead them to these conclusions. I simply continue to try and prove my worth on this land, however, and ignore their claims of my weakness.
There are few who know my story, and it truly is a shame. If they were to know what I've done then perhaps they wouldn't be so rash in their judgements upon me...but then again, their understanding isn't truly of significance in my life. Their words don't hinder my faith in the Lord, I'll always trust in him to make me strong when the time is needed.
Did you know that I have, in fact, slaughtered a lion?
It was a day long ago, when I was tending to the sheep. A lion had came to our humble land and sought to bring with him a lamb to his home, and when the young lamb's cry was heard by my ears, I came running to protect it's safety. The lion came at me with a vicious intent, but I struck it down with my trusted sling.
Did you also know that I have toppled a bear?
It was carrying away a lamb, much as the lion had intended to. I made sure that it would not get far, and my sling brought it down with a mighty crash. To tell you the truth, there are many wild animals who wish to partake of my father's sheep...and to this day not one has succeeded.
My time with these sheep has made me strong and fearless, as has my faith in God. These are the times in which fear can bring upon your downfall, so I am glad to say that I am in fear of nothing.
However, despite my fearless nature and strong faith in the God which my land worships...I am still not allowed by my father to travel to the ring.
The ring is a land just at the outskirts of Dublin, a square-shaped battleground in which the greatest of warriors face off in a war against our land and theirs. To this day, a war has been fought between our men and the Scots without victor. I do not understand why our men fear the Scottish...for if they simply looked to our Lord then perhaps they would find the strength to defeat them.
Above the ring on this day the sun shines brightly, bearing down on all the lands it watches over. Shielding my eyes I stare off into the distance, before letting out a small sigh and carrying the basket in my hands onward to the marketplace. Today I am to purchase food for my brothers in the war, whilst my sisters watch over my father's sheep.
I just hope they hold the faith in which I do, and are strong if an animal is to try and attack the sheep once again. After all, one of the greatest things to hold strong in a battle against incomparible odds...is your faith.
A Fresh Start
Ever get the feeling like you've been running for a good, oh, I don't know...50 miles? Just for kicks, let's make it 52. So you've been running for 52 miles, and you suddenly come upon a rest stop offering ice cold water. Feeling particularly thirsty, you stop to purchase a bottle...only to find yourself a few cents short. The cashier's some old bastard with an attitude, and refuses to give you a small discount...and you're left with a dry throat and an exhausted body?
Long winded question, I know. But take it seriously for a moment, have you ever felt something quite like that?
Because for a good portion of my time between my last two stints...that's how I felt. It's strange, really, that I would feel so damn exhausted in-between federations. Sorta like my body just got so used to the wrestling business that it refused to work unless under strain. I suppose I shouldn't be all that surprised, after all...this is my life, my dream and my ambition.
Hard to believe that just a few months ago I was sitting in an unemployment line, and before that I'm pinning a world champion's shoulders to the mat for a solid three seconds. The wrestling world's pretty much blown up ever since, and I've became an afterthought. Not surprisingly fans have forgotten about me, as we go into Canada and the United States, it gets worse. I can walk anywhere and not be noticed. I'm like the guy sitting in a mental institution, dressed like Elvis. He keeps telling you he's really Elvis. Sadly, you don't believe him. Truth is. He could be. But we don't care.
They're acting like children in a candy store and, well...I myself feel like one as well. I've been on a high ever since Thursday that I've not felt in a damn long time. It's incredible, the feeling that you get when the fans are already raving over you just after your first match. I'm already enjoying my stay ON THE EDGE...and I really have to thank Jesse Styles for the chance I've been given. Admittedly, MGK pulled off quite a victory. Pulled off a convincing with at Ignite 187. Now, I want my name being chanted again, I'm dislike not being asked for autographs again, and I'll never be addressed as "That guy who played cannon fodder to MGK. This is really just one of the greatest feelings I've had in awhile. Mentally I'm prepared but physically its really going to be a rough week from me, from my hopes of heading home before the show to train, to fly back to Manchester for the match, then get back to training again to prepare myself for what lies ahead for life on the EDGE!"
Free advertising for NEW here: Folks, if you haven't bought your ticket for Ignite 188 yet, you really should act soon...this is going to be one to remember.
Going back a bit though, on that whole training thing...I'm actually on my way back to my hometown in St Johns, Newfoundland to see if my old wrestling coach is still running his gym. I was hoping for a bit of nostalgia before I head back north again for Ignite...maybe it'll get me ready and focused enough to take on, and hopefully defeat, this evil MKG fellow.
Flight's gonna be landing soon, might as well wrap things up. All of you fans that don't know me, will remember my drive for this business after seeing me in action...I was considered one of the most passionate wrestlers the business ever had. In NEW...none of that'll change at all, but I have a feeling you'll be seeing a whole new side of David Dean Trenton that never had the chance to come out before.
I can't promise a victory this week...but I can promise change. I can promise that I'll be stirring things up like never before, and that the NEW Edge will be rocked to it's foundation when I'm ready to move. Things aren't going to be easy for me in trying to accomplish my dreams...but they never were supposed to be easy, either. I don't plan on making the same mistake I did over and over again only to fall short of my dreams...I hate being teased like that.
It's time that I buckle down and get ready to climb, because it's a long way to the top of the NEW Edge and I've only just made the first leap up.
Until next time.