Post by Roger Wright on Mar 7, 2015 7:38:10 GMT -6
So here we are, so many days gone by, and so many things gone wrong. But we can’t dwell on the negative, it’s the positive that we must praise, that we must nurture, that we must accept. See it wasn’t too long ago that I was down in the dumps, drowning my sorrow in the pain relieving liquid known as alcohol. Then along came the man who inadvertently saved me from all the pain that was ruining my life.
I know his goal wasn’t to save me, to pull me from the depths of my own depression and show me the man that I was, and could be again. No his goal was to destroy me, to take the crippled shell of a man I was and make me beg for it all to end. He was succeeding, his goal coming to fruition, and then it happened, in the most desperate of moments, when my life was nearly over, I found that fire, that spark to fight on.
Iser came at me with all he had, he attacked my mind, my body, and my very being. Yet in the end he only succeeded in making me better, in making me find the man that I am. Without Seth Iser there would have never been another Roger Wright World Champion. I would have fallen prey to Blair and her mother’s schemes. But Iser made me stronger, gave me purpose, and opened my eyes, and for that I wanted to tell Iser thanks. Then it happened, the man so consumed with his failure returned to try and finish what he started.
His grand plan? Take the NEW title from me and give it to Blair, and honestly it wasn’t a bad idea, just poor timing for the execution. If he really wanted to bring me down, he should have cost me the title against Hunter, but then Iser has never struck me as the greatest of thinkers, and so enter his desire to beat me, because in his quest to destroy me, he allowed me to take from him his pride, his manhood, and in turn destroy him.
But alas he isn’t my primary concern this week. Hell my opponents are not really my biggest concern, it’s my brother Matthew who has me worried. Our history is storied, filled with the ups and downs you might expect out of two brothers, and yet I don’t think the ups were really ups, and the downs were in fact the reality. His problem has been his own belief that he needs to live up to me, to be as good as me and in some ways better. Through all of it he hasn’t realized that I don’t care what he does, he’s my brother and I will always love him, success or not. But he always felt our father wanted us to feud, to fight for greatness against each other.
Hence his anger directed so hard in my direction the last time we talked. He ran his mouth about how he didn’t need me, that I was this handicap that would keep him from the tag team titles if I even tried to help him win. But then that’s his fault, he can’t work with anyone well enough to succeed, for him he has to be the man with the fame, and I will allow him to have that, or at least until he showed up at my house a few days ago, a few days after I went to his.
It was a normal day, I had just got done feeding the cows, checked the pasture fences, and was driving back up to the house when I saw his Dodge Challenger parked in the driveway. Mind you I didn’t know he bought a Dodge Challenger, but when I saw it I knew it was his. Kind of like you know your kid is yours the moment you see them behind that glass in the hospital. But I’m getting away from the topic.
So there his Challenger sat, the engine idling hard and cutting off as I slipped out of my King Ranch ford. For a moment I settled in and stood there starring at the car, until finally the driver side door swung open and Matthews smug ass stepped out of the car with a strut becoming an arrogant prissy asshole that just fucked your girlfriend. “Back to tell me you don’t need me anymore?” I mused before finally making my way up to the front door.
Matthew fell in behind me, never answering my question. Part of me wanted to get mad and say something, but truth is I knew it wouldn’t do any good, and I’m sure you do too. So in silence I opened the door and ushered Matthew in. I made some water for both of us and we took a seat on my couches in the living room, across from each other.
“Have something you need to say to me?” Matthew said breaking the silence in the room. He crossed a leg over the other and snatched his water off the table. He sipped it with that shit eating grin and starred hard at me.
“You are welcome!” I said smiling back, taking a cue from him and crossing my legs, starring back at him with the same shit eating grin on my face.
“You owe me an apology for all the shit you did to me Roger. You owe me an apology for being the giant fucking asshole that you are!” Matthew’s tone grew as he delivered his words with smooth a smooth calm.
“I think you have me confused.” I responded.
“How can you be confused?” He asked, and a smile graced my face.
“You have me confused with someone who gives a shit about what you think you deserve!” The look of pure anger that filled his eyes and face brought a giant smile to mine.
“An asshole to the end then?” He said standing up. “It’s because of me that you got paid for the last 6 months, it’s because of me that you had that steady revenue coming in, and you sit there unwilling to extend your hand to me and even say thank you?” Matthew set the glass down with a defiant thud that made the glass in the glass ring out with a high pitch tone.
“Want a ticker tape parade? Maybe some of the chewy chips a hoy cookies I have in the pantry to celebrate your achievement?” I stood up and started for the kitchen before stopping as Matthew spoke up.
“More god damn jokes!” He barked with a voice filled with anger.
“Yes, because that’s what you deserve!” I placed both hands on the back of the couch and leaned in forward. “Congratulations you succeeded in bankrupting a man who cared about nothing more than keeping you healthy and providing you with a place to compete!” I shook my head and leaned up right, releasing the back of the couch.
“That same asshole that fucked me over before shutting down the company, the same guy that left me out to dry. Fuck him, he got exactly what he deserved!” Matthew huffed slapping the glass off the table against the wall and it shattered into a hundred pieces.
“Well this was fun but if you are done I have more important things to worry about than your need to feel like you did something great.” Moving away I vanished into the kitchen before reappearing with a broom and dust pan.
“Oh I forgot the domesticated loser needs to clean house and pretend like his life is normal. Well I hope you enjoy playing maid while I win the NEW tag titles for myself!” Matthew let out a laugh and exited the room, the front door slamming behind him as he exited the house.
There on my knees I had the time to think, to think about what he said, and smile at the idea of him actually having a chance against Valor and Elizabeth on his own. Matthew has the talent, let’s make no mistake about that. But at the end of the day, Valora and Elizabeth are talented to, and Matthew, well he’s got his head in all the wrong places to beat a duo like that.
Thankfully he would have me in his corner, and the chances definitely swung back to the middle, or in my mind back into our favor. Of course Matthew is the wild card, and his actions can swing the match in whichever direction he wants. Throw in the fact that I have to worry about Seth Iser trying to make another statement and cost me yet another chance at NEW gold.
And there’s the Blair angle. She can say she moved on, but let’s face it, she won the title, got what she wanted, but it was me who won that war, me who got the big victory. She has no money, no child, and now as I stated after she won, no NEW world title. See that’s the reality of the NEW, many people can’t hold onto that title, they spend all their time and energy to win it, and then have the letdown of a lifetime.
But that’s life in the NEW. Thankfully I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, the end to all of this thing. What that means, well you will have to wait until we meet again next. Until then tune into the NEW and Ignite 201, I promise you there will be fireworks, and maybe a few big surprises too.
I know his goal wasn’t to save me, to pull me from the depths of my own depression and show me the man that I was, and could be again. No his goal was to destroy me, to take the crippled shell of a man I was and make me beg for it all to end. He was succeeding, his goal coming to fruition, and then it happened, in the most desperate of moments, when my life was nearly over, I found that fire, that spark to fight on.
Iser came at me with all he had, he attacked my mind, my body, and my very being. Yet in the end he only succeeded in making me better, in making me find the man that I am. Without Seth Iser there would have never been another Roger Wright World Champion. I would have fallen prey to Blair and her mother’s schemes. But Iser made me stronger, gave me purpose, and opened my eyes, and for that I wanted to tell Iser thanks. Then it happened, the man so consumed with his failure returned to try and finish what he started.
His grand plan? Take the NEW title from me and give it to Blair, and honestly it wasn’t a bad idea, just poor timing for the execution. If he really wanted to bring me down, he should have cost me the title against Hunter, but then Iser has never struck me as the greatest of thinkers, and so enter his desire to beat me, because in his quest to destroy me, he allowed me to take from him his pride, his manhood, and in turn destroy him.
But alas he isn’t my primary concern this week. Hell my opponents are not really my biggest concern, it’s my brother Matthew who has me worried. Our history is storied, filled with the ups and downs you might expect out of two brothers, and yet I don’t think the ups were really ups, and the downs were in fact the reality. His problem has been his own belief that he needs to live up to me, to be as good as me and in some ways better. Through all of it he hasn’t realized that I don’t care what he does, he’s my brother and I will always love him, success or not. But he always felt our father wanted us to feud, to fight for greatness against each other.
Hence his anger directed so hard in my direction the last time we talked. He ran his mouth about how he didn’t need me, that I was this handicap that would keep him from the tag team titles if I even tried to help him win. But then that’s his fault, he can’t work with anyone well enough to succeed, for him he has to be the man with the fame, and I will allow him to have that, or at least until he showed up at my house a few days ago, a few days after I went to his.
It was a normal day, I had just got done feeding the cows, checked the pasture fences, and was driving back up to the house when I saw his Dodge Challenger parked in the driveway. Mind you I didn’t know he bought a Dodge Challenger, but when I saw it I knew it was his. Kind of like you know your kid is yours the moment you see them behind that glass in the hospital. But I’m getting away from the topic.
So there his Challenger sat, the engine idling hard and cutting off as I slipped out of my King Ranch ford. For a moment I settled in and stood there starring at the car, until finally the driver side door swung open and Matthews smug ass stepped out of the car with a strut becoming an arrogant prissy asshole that just fucked your girlfriend. “Back to tell me you don’t need me anymore?” I mused before finally making my way up to the front door.
Matthew fell in behind me, never answering my question. Part of me wanted to get mad and say something, but truth is I knew it wouldn’t do any good, and I’m sure you do too. So in silence I opened the door and ushered Matthew in. I made some water for both of us and we took a seat on my couches in the living room, across from each other.
“Have something you need to say to me?” Matthew said breaking the silence in the room. He crossed a leg over the other and snatched his water off the table. He sipped it with that shit eating grin and starred hard at me.
“You are welcome!” I said smiling back, taking a cue from him and crossing my legs, starring back at him with the same shit eating grin on my face.
“You owe me an apology for all the shit you did to me Roger. You owe me an apology for being the giant fucking asshole that you are!” Matthew’s tone grew as he delivered his words with smooth a smooth calm.
“I think you have me confused.” I responded.
“How can you be confused?” He asked, and a smile graced my face.
“You have me confused with someone who gives a shit about what you think you deserve!” The look of pure anger that filled his eyes and face brought a giant smile to mine.
“An asshole to the end then?” He said standing up. “It’s because of me that you got paid for the last 6 months, it’s because of me that you had that steady revenue coming in, and you sit there unwilling to extend your hand to me and even say thank you?” Matthew set the glass down with a defiant thud that made the glass in the glass ring out with a high pitch tone.
“Want a ticker tape parade? Maybe some of the chewy chips a hoy cookies I have in the pantry to celebrate your achievement?” I stood up and started for the kitchen before stopping as Matthew spoke up.
“More god damn jokes!” He barked with a voice filled with anger.
“Yes, because that’s what you deserve!” I placed both hands on the back of the couch and leaned in forward. “Congratulations you succeeded in bankrupting a man who cared about nothing more than keeping you healthy and providing you with a place to compete!” I shook my head and leaned up right, releasing the back of the couch.
“That same asshole that fucked me over before shutting down the company, the same guy that left me out to dry. Fuck him, he got exactly what he deserved!” Matthew huffed slapping the glass off the table against the wall and it shattered into a hundred pieces.
“Well this was fun but if you are done I have more important things to worry about than your need to feel like you did something great.” Moving away I vanished into the kitchen before reappearing with a broom and dust pan.
“Oh I forgot the domesticated loser needs to clean house and pretend like his life is normal. Well I hope you enjoy playing maid while I win the NEW tag titles for myself!” Matthew let out a laugh and exited the room, the front door slamming behind him as he exited the house.
There on my knees I had the time to think, to think about what he said, and smile at the idea of him actually having a chance against Valor and Elizabeth on his own. Matthew has the talent, let’s make no mistake about that. But at the end of the day, Valora and Elizabeth are talented to, and Matthew, well he’s got his head in all the wrong places to beat a duo like that.
Thankfully he would have me in his corner, and the chances definitely swung back to the middle, or in my mind back into our favor. Of course Matthew is the wild card, and his actions can swing the match in whichever direction he wants. Throw in the fact that I have to worry about Seth Iser trying to make another statement and cost me yet another chance at NEW gold.
And there’s the Blair angle. She can say she moved on, but let’s face it, she won the title, got what she wanted, but it was me who won that war, me who got the big victory. She has no money, no child, and now as I stated after she won, no NEW world title. See that’s the reality of the NEW, many people can’t hold onto that title, they spend all their time and energy to win it, and then have the letdown of a lifetime.
But that’s life in the NEW. Thankfully I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, the end to all of this thing. What that means, well you will have to wait until we meet again next. Until then tune into the NEW and Ignite 201, I promise you there will be fireworks, and maybe a few big surprises too.