Post by Roger Wright on Apr 4, 2015 23:50:01 GMT -6
One thing is becoming progressively clearer and clearer to me. People in this company have no respect for the past, and no respect for anyone that helped build this company up. It started with the draft, and has continued on beyond that. Maybe it’s the change in the company, the direction that it is going, but it seems content to leave me behind.
Then again I guess that’s how things work. You don’t think about the cement that your house is built on, even though that foundation is the reason your house can even stand. I am that foundation, I am the reason the NEW is here now, and sure that sounds very egotistical, but the fact is it’s true. This company was floundering, waiting for something, and I came along.
See I took the title back in 2010 in the first ever Terrordome match, and went on to have the greatest title run in NEW history to that time. I defended it every other week for months, until finally surrendering it in what was a horrible moment in my career to Shane Sparx. Five times I have held that title, and yes I know that means I have lost it five times. But you can’t lose it if you never have won it.
Enter all the new talent, these youngsters with success in other places, come to take my throne. It wouldn’t bother me so much, should they want my throne by going through me, but it appears that they figure the throne is empty and ready for the taking. And why shouldn’t they? Jesse and Kronin did nothing to confirm my status in the NEW, in fact they did everything necessary to destroy me.
To which you probably are asking, why not quit? Because I don’t quit. I refuse to walk away because someone else tells me it’s time to walk away. But let’s put some things in perspective. Kronin came to me with an offer to work for him, and of course you know Jesse did so as well. Maybe the two of them competing for me will drive my stock up. Sadly it won’t make me happy, won’t push me to the place I was almost ready to go.
But let’s shift some gears. It came to my attention the other day when my attorney called that Seth and his attorney were ready to fight my cease and desist order. “He is going to wear the mask Roger, and there is increasingly less we can do about it. Now if you want we can tie it up with paperwork, and keep him from wearing it to Demented!” My attorney’s idea may have sounded good to the normal person, but right now, I was no normal person. There were a many of things on my mind, and honestly Iser’s mask really didn’t matter, it was the thing that pulled me out of my slumber!
“Let him have it!” I could hear the shock from the other end of the phone.
“Are you sure?” My attorney questioned.
“Yep.” There was a pause and I sensed the coming question. “Because he needs the win. See Iser is the kind of guy that loses focus when he gets a win. Let’s look back two years ago, I gave the man a win, let him get ahead of me, he had the momentum going into our match, but that win he got took the wind out of his sails. So make it look like we are fighting, but let him have the win!”
“Sure thing.” My attorney replied, confusion still in his voice.
I lowered the phone and disconnected the call, taking a deep breath as I did. Now I know what you are thinking, and well its common logic. If it worked then, how can I expect it to work now? Because let’s face it, Seth Iser is a creature of habit, an animal that can’t adapt, can’t change who he is, hence his need for a mask. Sure it’s a different mask, but at the end of the day he needs that anonymity that comes with it, he needs to hide behind it.
Before you say it, let me just interject something here. Seth Iser is half the man he thinks he is, and he knows it deep down in his heart of hearts. But then we all know it, we all know the kinds of things he wishes he was capable of. It’s not hard for a man to tell the world what he is going to do, hell the world is full of those kind of men. What is hard is being the kind of man who makes good on his promises, and I have done that my entire career.
People laughed at me when I said that Hunter would fall to me, and yet he did. People laughed when I said that I would win the first terrordome, and yet I did, and people laughed when I said I would beat Seth Iser 2 years ago, and yet, that’s right I did. See I have made a living off of doing what I say I am going to do, and Demented will be no different for me. If anything I am better suited now to destroy Seth Iser than I was 2 years ago.
See two years ago I was a drunk, drowning my sorrows in a bottle, and now, now I am as focused as ever. Iser was at the peak of his rise in the NEW, and yet he fell to me. So in the end it is not all bad for Seth Iser, for when he loses to me, it will boost his career, as it did the last time we went toe to toe. And yes I am aware, we are going toe to toe in a steel cage match.
But let’s put that from our minds for a moment. I want you to take a deep breath and think for a moment, tell me where you think the NEW would be if it wasn’t for people like myself and Al Envy? Got nothing huh? Well that’s exactly where the NEW would be, nowhere, when the GFED network closed, the NEW would have closed with it. See people like myself and Al made the NEW boat loads of money, and brought in countless fans.
Hell my legacy has paved the way for many of the new faces that have joined the NEW and still here I am, I don’t have a home on either brand, and to be honest the offers from Kronin and Jesse have been rather pathetic. So if you wanted motivation for my match at Demented, there it is. When I beat the piss out of Seth Iser, I will start what will be my crusade in the NEW, my crusade to show the world that Roger Wright is still the best damn wrestler this company has ever had.
Now it wasn’t long after I hung the phone up with my attorney that the damn thing rang again. “Hello?” I asked, the damn number came up and to be honest I spent a good 2 seconds debating on answering it.
“Roger Wright?” The male voice on the other end asked rather quizzically.
“This is him!” I replied, my mind racing to try and put a face to the voice.
“Hi my name is Dale Patrick of the World Wide Wrestling Magazine.” A short smile graced my face.
“Nope!” With my thumb I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket as I strode down the street. Taking a long walk was always a good way to clear my mind, and as you can obviously see, there was and is a lot on my god damn mind. The walks always make me think, you know what I mean it allows me to clear my mind, and in the warm evening of a phoenix night I was taking a walk.
Of course as I walked, I took in the surroundings. Watched the people that were coming and going, the women walking their dogs, the men jogging without their shirts to impress the young women. The vanity of the human race clearly on display as I walked around. But this walk wasn’t to measure our humanity, it was to clear my mind, to think about what I had to do going forward.
Obviously there was the Iser issue, but then there was the issue of my not getting a rematch after losing the World title, nor my being given a shot to get into Terrordome. Throw in the draft nonsense, and the fact that my brother was being, well a giant fucking shit head, and it was pretty obvious my mind needed to be cleared of all the chaos.
The walk seemed to be working, it was actually going rather well, until I passed what I can only describe as a hippie drum circle. Not wanting to be bothered I attempted to avert my eyes, but found myself starring at the group and listening to them. One idiot banged on a bongo, another strummed a rather out of tune acoustic guitar. But what caught my attention was the man singing.
His words had no real musical flow but he talked about the future, about the world moving on from the past. He seemed to be singing about living in harmony, and in that moment I let out a laugh, the music stopping and the man who sang looking up at me. “Got a problem?” He asked.
“Too many to talk about here.” I winked and tried to walk on, but the man wouldn’t let me, he had to have the last word, had to get in one more comment.
“You make fun of us and then just walk away?” That was my intention, and sadly it began to feel like that might not be what I was going to be allowed to do.
“No, I just saw some irony in what you were saying as it relates to my life.” By this time I had come to a stop, my back still turned to the man.
“Let me guess, you don’t like where your life is going?” The man chuckled and finally turned around. “Life moves on man, you can’t live in the past, it’s like a big train and you just have to go for the ride.” He smiled and winked at me, and my anger grew fast.
“Yeah I am going to say no. I know you have your whole live off the earth we all do things together life style, but yeah if I were you I would want to forget the past too, I mean we all know that the communist lifestyle you preach doesn’t work.” The smile fell from his face and was not too surprisingly replaced by a scowl.
“Who do you think you are?” He asked.
“Don’t sweat it.” I shook my head and turned on my heel.
“Asshole!” The man yelled as I walked. Pushing the man out of my mind, I continued my walk, focusing on my own problems. As I walked my mind flipped back to the man, talking about forgetting the past. I couldn’t shake that thought that what he was saying is what I was going through.
The NEW was forgetting the past, and just moving forward. It’s what Iser wants everyone to do, what Jesse wants everyone to do, and more importantly, what all the new members want everyone to do. See the new members are a bunch of hippies, and yes I know how that sounds, but think about it. They want us to forget about the past, want everyone to be treated equally no matter what you have done in the past.
When you think about it, sounds pretty fucking stupid doesn’t it? See this is the problem with many members of the NEW, and hell wrestling in general. No one wants to earn anything anymore, they just want it handed to them. They are the new guys, and they deserve to be given the same opportunities as people like me, like Al, like; I hate to say this, Hunter. But we have been here busting our asses for years, making this company what it is.
But that’s the problem, we bled, we sweat, and we paid the physical toll for the NEW, and now people want me to take a back seat, to ride off into the sunset without so much as a thank you. Well I’m not riding off into the sunset, I’m riding down their throats. These new cats can want everyone to move on and forget about the past, so I guess it will be my job to show them what happens when you forget about the past. It comes back to bite you in the ass.
Just like Seth Iser, he can put his big boy pants on, pull his new mask over his head. But at the end of the day it’s the same broke down monster behind that mask. The same man who couldn’t get the job done 2 years ago when I was washed up and according to him nothing. Now I’m back on top of my game, in better shape than ever before, and what has he done? Put on a new mask? History is due to repeat itself, even if everyone would like to forget it!
Then again I guess that’s how things work. You don’t think about the cement that your house is built on, even though that foundation is the reason your house can even stand. I am that foundation, I am the reason the NEW is here now, and sure that sounds very egotistical, but the fact is it’s true. This company was floundering, waiting for something, and I came along.
See I took the title back in 2010 in the first ever Terrordome match, and went on to have the greatest title run in NEW history to that time. I defended it every other week for months, until finally surrendering it in what was a horrible moment in my career to Shane Sparx. Five times I have held that title, and yes I know that means I have lost it five times. But you can’t lose it if you never have won it.
Enter all the new talent, these youngsters with success in other places, come to take my throne. It wouldn’t bother me so much, should they want my throne by going through me, but it appears that they figure the throne is empty and ready for the taking. And why shouldn’t they? Jesse and Kronin did nothing to confirm my status in the NEW, in fact they did everything necessary to destroy me.
To which you probably are asking, why not quit? Because I don’t quit. I refuse to walk away because someone else tells me it’s time to walk away. But let’s put some things in perspective. Kronin came to me with an offer to work for him, and of course you know Jesse did so as well. Maybe the two of them competing for me will drive my stock up. Sadly it won’t make me happy, won’t push me to the place I was almost ready to go.
But let’s shift some gears. It came to my attention the other day when my attorney called that Seth and his attorney were ready to fight my cease and desist order. “He is going to wear the mask Roger, and there is increasingly less we can do about it. Now if you want we can tie it up with paperwork, and keep him from wearing it to Demented!” My attorney’s idea may have sounded good to the normal person, but right now, I was no normal person. There were a many of things on my mind, and honestly Iser’s mask really didn’t matter, it was the thing that pulled me out of my slumber!
“Let him have it!” I could hear the shock from the other end of the phone.
“Are you sure?” My attorney questioned.
“Yep.” There was a pause and I sensed the coming question. “Because he needs the win. See Iser is the kind of guy that loses focus when he gets a win. Let’s look back two years ago, I gave the man a win, let him get ahead of me, he had the momentum going into our match, but that win he got took the wind out of his sails. So make it look like we are fighting, but let him have the win!”
“Sure thing.” My attorney replied, confusion still in his voice.
I lowered the phone and disconnected the call, taking a deep breath as I did. Now I know what you are thinking, and well its common logic. If it worked then, how can I expect it to work now? Because let’s face it, Seth Iser is a creature of habit, an animal that can’t adapt, can’t change who he is, hence his need for a mask. Sure it’s a different mask, but at the end of the day he needs that anonymity that comes with it, he needs to hide behind it.
Before you say it, let me just interject something here. Seth Iser is half the man he thinks he is, and he knows it deep down in his heart of hearts. But then we all know it, we all know the kinds of things he wishes he was capable of. It’s not hard for a man to tell the world what he is going to do, hell the world is full of those kind of men. What is hard is being the kind of man who makes good on his promises, and I have done that my entire career.
People laughed at me when I said that Hunter would fall to me, and yet he did. People laughed when I said that I would win the first terrordome, and yet I did, and people laughed when I said I would beat Seth Iser 2 years ago, and yet, that’s right I did. See I have made a living off of doing what I say I am going to do, and Demented will be no different for me. If anything I am better suited now to destroy Seth Iser than I was 2 years ago.
See two years ago I was a drunk, drowning my sorrows in a bottle, and now, now I am as focused as ever. Iser was at the peak of his rise in the NEW, and yet he fell to me. So in the end it is not all bad for Seth Iser, for when he loses to me, it will boost his career, as it did the last time we went toe to toe. And yes I am aware, we are going toe to toe in a steel cage match.
But let’s put that from our minds for a moment. I want you to take a deep breath and think for a moment, tell me where you think the NEW would be if it wasn’t for people like myself and Al Envy? Got nothing huh? Well that’s exactly where the NEW would be, nowhere, when the GFED network closed, the NEW would have closed with it. See people like myself and Al made the NEW boat loads of money, and brought in countless fans.
Hell my legacy has paved the way for many of the new faces that have joined the NEW and still here I am, I don’t have a home on either brand, and to be honest the offers from Kronin and Jesse have been rather pathetic. So if you wanted motivation for my match at Demented, there it is. When I beat the piss out of Seth Iser, I will start what will be my crusade in the NEW, my crusade to show the world that Roger Wright is still the best damn wrestler this company has ever had.
Now it wasn’t long after I hung the phone up with my attorney that the damn thing rang again. “Hello?” I asked, the damn number came up and to be honest I spent a good 2 seconds debating on answering it.
“Roger Wright?” The male voice on the other end asked rather quizzically.
“This is him!” I replied, my mind racing to try and put a face to the voice.
“Hi my name is Dale Patrick of the World Wide Wrestling Magazine.” A short smile graced my face.
“Nope!” With my thumb I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket as I strode down the street. Taking a long walk was always a good way to clear my mind, and as you can obviously see, there was and is a lot on my god damn mind. The walks always make me think, you know what I mean it allows me to clear my mind, and in the warm evening of a phoenix night I was taking a walk.
Of course as I walked, I took in the surroundings. Watched the people that were coming and going, the women walking their dogs, the men jogging without their shirts to impress the young women. The vanity of the human race clearly on display as I walked around. But this walk wasn’t to measure our humanity, it was to clear my mind, to think about what I had to do going forward.
Obviously there was the Iser issue, but then there was the issue of my not getting a rematch after losing the World title, nor my being given a shot to get into Terrordome. Throw in the draft nonsense, and the fact that my brother was being, well a giant fucking shit head, and it was pretty obvious my mind needed to be cleared of all the chaos.
The walk seemed to be working, it was actually going rather well, until I passed what I can only describe as a hippie drum circle. Not wanting to be bothered I attempted to avert my eyes, but found myself starring at the group and listening to them. One idiot banged on a bongo, another strummed a rather out of tune acoustic guitar. But what caught my attention was the man singing.
His words had no real musical flow but he talked about the future, about the world moving on from the past. He seemed to be singing about living in harmony, and in that moment I let out a laugh, the music stopping and the man who sang looking up at me. “Got a problem?” He asked.
“Too many to talk about here.” I winked and tried to walk on, but the man wouldn’t let me, he had to have the last word, had to get in one more comment.
“You make fun of us and then just walk away?” That was my intention, and sadly it began to feel like that might not be what I was going to be allowed to do.
“No, I just saw some irony in what you were saying as it relates to my life.” By this time I had come to a stop, my back still turned to the man.
“Let me guess, you don’t like where your life is going?” The man chuckled and finally turned around. “Life moves on man, you can’t live in the past, it’s like a big train and you just have to go for the ride.” He smiled and winked at me, and my anger grew fast.
“Yeah I am going to say no. I know you have your whole live off the earth we all do things together life style, but yeah if I were you I would want to forget the past too, I mean we all know that the communist lifestyle you preach doesn’t work.” The smile fell from his face and was not too surprisingly replaced by a scowl.
“Who do you think you are?” He asked.
“Don’t sweat it.” I shook my head and turned on my heel.
“Asshole!” The man yelled as I walked. Pushing the man out of my mind, I continued my walk, focusing on my own problems. As I walked my mind flipped back to the man, talking about forgetting the past. I couldn’t shake that thought that what he was saying is what I was going through.
The NEW was forgetting the past, and just moving forward. It’s what Iser wants everyone to do, what Jesse wants everyone to do, and more importantly, what all the new members want everyone to do. See the new members are a bunch of hippies, and yes I know how that sounds, but think about it. They want us to forget about the past, want everyone to be treated equally no matter what you have done in the past.
When you think about it, sounds pretty fucking stupid doesn’t it? See this is the problem with many members of the NEW, and hell wrestling in general. No one wants to earn anything anymore, they just want it handed to them. They are the new guys, and they deserve to be given the same opportunities as people like me, like Al, like; I hate to say this, Hunter. But we have been here busting our asses for years, making this company what it is.
But that’s the problem, we bled, we sweat, and we paid the physical toll for the NEW, and now people want me to take a back seat, to ride off into the sunset without so much as a thank you. Well I’m not riding off into the sunset, I’m riding down their throats. These new cats can want everyone to move on and forget about the past, so I guess it will be my job to show them what happens when you forget about the past. It comes back to bite you in the ass.
Just like Seth Iser, he can put his big boy pants on, pull his new mask over his head. But at the end of the day it’s the same broke down monster behind that mask. The same man who couldn’t get the job done 2 years ago when I was washed up and according to him nothing. Now I’m back on top of my game, in better shape than ever before, and what has he done? Put on a new mask? History is due to repeat itself, even if everyone would like to forget it!