Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 14:03:04 GMT -6
The roar of my motorcycle as I cruise down the Pacific Coast Highway calms my soul. I feel the vibration pouring through my body. The power, the sheer adrenaline of wind in your hair, the salty sea air filling your lungs, refreshingly energizing every part of you.
I woke up this morning from a dead sleep, my mind full, weight bearing down on my shoulders like pallet of bricks. After nearly four months of not wrestling, of a well publicized lay off filled with ups and downs, I am now stepping back in the ring for the first time, and it’s to defend my NEW title. No tune up match, no squashes, me versus a more than worthy opponent in Kaycee Jordan. Well, Kaycee Jordan-Gerard as she goes by these days.
We were to have a match back in May, but NEW’s sudden closure brought that to a screeching halt. Then, I was much more confident about my ability to defend the title, but today, 4 months removed, two stints in rehab, completely rebuilt knees, and notches in my bed post that surpass what I obtained in the previous 25 years of my life.
I pull my bike over on the side of the road, and climb down the rocky embankment, and onto the sandy beach where the waves are crashing. I sit down, and light up a cigarette, looking out over the vast ocean. It has a miraculous way of making one feel so small, so insignificant. I could swim 20 feet out there, the distance between my bike and I and be dead, sucked in an undertow and drowned, washed up on shore like a pile of rubbish. People have explored many depths of this vast mystery and yet, without a shred of doubt, you can safely say that there is more than two thirds of the ocean yet to be explored.
That’s how I’m feeling these days. I have become somewhat of an enigma, one second, I’m a best friend, a lover, a comedian and all around great guy, and with the flip of a switch I become a raging asshole, ready to snap at a moment’s notice. I am my own Jekyll and Hyde. I’ve burned so many bridges, built new ones, some of those new ones I burned, but at the end of the day, I’ve always been just me.
My phone rings from the inside pocket of my black leather jacket. I pull the phone out, standing up, and dusting myself off, finishing my cigarette. I answer the phone.
“Hey babe what’s up?” I answer. Seeing my girlfriend Sarah’s name pop up on the caller id.
“Where you at? I have breakfast for you.” She replies.
“I just took the bike up the PCH. I needed to clear my head, get some air.” I answer. “I needed to get out of the city. As much as I’ve fallen in love with LA, sometimes I just need the peace of nature.”
“OK, I’ll have breakfast here when you get home.”
“Thanks babe, you’re awesome.”
It’s hard to believe we stumbled onto each other. We were literally forced together, thanks to a mishap at a hotel in Portland. A mixup I will forever be grateful for, because it forced us to share a room, and what began as a frustrating situation, turned into a budding romance, one that I am not about to let go.
I pull out my pack of cigarettes, and slide the filterless, self rolled prime tobacco stick between my lips. I flick the wheel on my zippo and the smoke instantly hits my lungs, filling them with the fulfilling joy of carcinogens and tobacco. I take a long drag, holding it in my lungs before exhaling slowly. I pull out my phone again, and flip on the camera.
“Kaycee, you think you’ve been gifted the opportunity to fight for my title, and, admittedly it was sort of a gift. See, I know you’re talented, and I know you can fight, but what I don’t know is how badly you want it. You were not certain you were going to come back to NEW. You were really wavering, not wanting to start from the bottom again, but I knew had you come to a decision sooner, you’d have been in terrordome. Such is the way life works though right?”
I pull a drag off my cigarette and exhale the smoke towards the phone.
“So in order to bring you home where you belong, I offered you a match you couldn’t refuse. The opportunity to finish what was started months ago. The opportunity to finally face off and see who exactly is better. Now I have little doubt you’re going to step through those ropes and give it hell, but Kaycee, I’m not backing down. I too plan on giving it hell, I plan on NOT losing my title this week, at terrordome, until NEW closes its doors for good. NEW WILL close down with Austen Impact as its champion, for that I promise you.”
I look away, out into the ocean, enjoying the salty sea air. I turn the camera towards the sea and smile.
“Do you see that? That right there, is an indicator of how insignificant we all are. We’re all small, and because of that, we have to make our mark, our get swallowed into the abyss of nature. I’m making my mark. I was gifted the chance to take the summer off, rehab my knees, enjoy myself for the first time in a Long time. It wasn’t without its setbacks. As everyone knows, my downfalls were quick and painful, my setbacks many, but at the end of the day they made me stronger, and made me realize who I am today.”
I hold the camera further out to show my abs and my tattoos.
“Last time I was in an NEW ring, I was a clean, bulky, All American boy. Throughout the summer I went on a journey of self exploration. I went to rehab, returned, relapsed and went back. Through my second stint, I realized that while I am still that All American boy, I’m so much more. And from that exploration a new attitude emerged. Kaycee, you’re going to see that attitude. I’m far more aggressive, far more angry, and far more unpredictable. I fight with reckless abandon, because any match could be my last. My knees are both fake, my ligaments are lab grown, as are my tendons. Anything could malfunction and I’d be screwed, but what I won’t be, EVER is defeated. My addiction couldn’t defeat me. My injury couldn’t defeat me. Al Envy couldn’t defeat me, and there’s no way in HELL I’m letting you defeat me.”
I start walking back towards my bike still glaring into the camera.
“This title that we are fighting for Kaycee, it’s a title that means the world to me. It’s the culmination of everything I fought for and overcame in my life. Everything I’ve trained for, every ounce of blood and sweat, poured into this title. It has become ME. You will not take it from me, you will not earn it from me. The only thing you will do is facilitate another hard fought victory. I am a fighting champion and I refuse to take on someone who would not represent the title well, because on the off chance they do beat me, I don’t want them tarnishing the good name that I’ve worked hard to rebuild. This title has been passed around like a cheap whore and it’s time it sits on the hips of someone worthy. Be it you or I its in good hands. But I see no reason why I won’t be walking out of Ignite the same way I walked in. As NEW Champion.”
I climb back up the embankment, and throw my leg over the bike, seating myself, and firing it up. As the engine roars, I look one more time at the camera.
“Kaycee, may the best MAN win.”
With that I turn around, and ride back to my home in LA where my stunning girlfriend sits waiting for me.
I woke up this morning from a dead sleep, my mind full, weight bearing down on my shoulders like pallet of bricks. After nearly four months of not wrestling, of a well publicized lay off filled with ups and downs, I am now stepping back in the ring for the first time, and it’s to defend my NEW title. No tune up match, no squashes, me versus a more than worthy opponent in Kaycee Jordan. Well, Kaycee Jordan-Gerard as she goes by these days.
We were to have a match back in May, but NEW’s sudden closure brought that to a screeching halt. Then, I was much more confident about my ability to defend the title, but today, 4 months removed, two stints in rehab, completely rebuilt knees, and notches in my bed post that surpass what I obtained in the previous 25 years of my life.
I pull my bike over on the side of the road, and climb down the rocky embankment, and onto the sandy beach where the waves are crashing. I sit down, and light up a cigarette, looking out over the vast ocean. It has a miraculous way of making one feel so small, so insignificant. I could swim 20 feet out there, the distance between my bike and I and be dead, sucked in an undertow and drowned, washed up on shore like a pile of rubbish. People have explored many depths of this vast mystery and yet, without a shred of doubt, you can safely say that there is more than two thirds of the ocean yet to be explored.
That’s how I’m feeling these days. I have become somewhat of an enigma, one second, I’m a best friend, a lover, a comedian and all around great guy, and with the flip of a switch I become a raging asshole, ready to snap at a moment’s notice. I am my own Jekyll and Hyde. I’ve burned so many bridges, built new ones, some of those new ones I burned, but at the end of the day, I’ve always been just me.
My phone rings from the inside pocket of my black leather jacket. I pull the phone out, standing up, and dusting myself off, finishing my cigarette. I answer the phone.
“Hey babe what’s up?” I answer. Seeing my girlfriend Sarah’s name pop up on the caller id.
“Where you at? I have breakfast for you.” She replies.
“I just took the bike up the PCH. I needed to clear my head, get some air.” I answer. “I needed to get out of the city. As much as I’ve fallen in love with LA, sometimes I just need the peace of nature.”
“OK, I’ll have breakfast here when you get home.”
“Thanks babe, you’re awesome.”
It’s hard to believe we stumbled onto each other. We were literally forced together, thanks to a mishap at a hotel in Portland. A mixup I will forever be grateful for, because it forced us to share a room, and what began as a frustrating situation, turned into a budding romance, one that I am not about to let go.
I pull out my pack of cigarettes, and slide the filterless, self rolled prime tobacco stick between my lips. I flick the wheel on my zippo and the smoke instantly hits my lungs, filling them with the fulfilling joy of carcinogens and tobacco. I take a long drag, holding it in my lungs before exhaling slowly. I pull out my phone again, and flip on the camera.
“Kaycee, you think you’ve been gifted the opportunity to fight for my title, and, admittedly it was sort of a gift. See, I know you’re talented, and I know you can fight, but what I don’t know is how badly you want it. You were not certain you were going to come back to NEW. You were really wavering, not wanting to start from the bottom again, but I knew had you come to a decision sooner, you’d have been in terrordome. Such is the way life works though right?”
I pull a drag off my cigarette and exhale the smoke towards the phone.
“So in order to bring you home where you belong, I offered you a match you couldn’t refuse. The opportunity to finish what was started months ago. The opportunity to finally face off and see who exactly is better. Now I have little doubt you’re going to step through those ropes and give it hell, but Kaycee, I’m not backing down. I too plan on giving it hell, I plan on NOT losing my title this week, at terrordome, until NEW closes its doors for good. NEW WILL close down with Austen Impact as its champion, for that I promise you.”
I look away, out into the ocean, enjoying the salty sea air. I turn the camera towards the sea and smile.
“Do you see that? That right there, is an indicator of how insignificant we all are. We’re all small, and because of that, we have to make our mark, our get swallowed into the abyss of nature. I’m making my mark. I was gifted the chance to take the summer off, rehab my knees, enjoy myself for the first time in a Long time. It wasn’t without its setbacks. As everyone knows, my downfalls were quick and painful, my setbacks many, but at the end of the day they made me stronger, and made me realize who I am today.”
I hold the camera further out to show my abs and my tattoos.
“Last time I was in an NEW ring, I was a clean, bulky, All American boy. Throughout the summer I went on a journey of self exploration. I went to rehab, returned, relapsed and went back. Through my second stint, I realized that while I am still that All American boy, I’m so much more. And from that exploration a new attitude emerged. Kaycee, you’re going to see that attitude. I’m far more aggressive, far more angry, and far more unpredictable. I fight with reckless abandon, because any match could be my last. My knees are both fake, my ligaments are lab grown, as are my tendons. Anything could malfunction and I’d be screwed, but what I won’t be, EVER is defeated. My addiction couldn’t defeat me. My injury couldn’t defeat me. Al Envy couldn’t defeat me, and there’s no way in HELL I’m letting you defeat me.”
I start walking back towards my bike still glaring into the camera.
“This title that we are fighting for Kaycee, it’s a title that means the world to me. It’s the culmination of everything I fought for and overcame in my life. Everything I’ve trained for, every ounce of blood and sweat, poured into this title. It has become ME. You will not take it from me, you will not earn it from me. The only thing you will do is facilitate another hard fought victory. I am a fighting champion and I refuse to take on someone who would not represent the title well, because on the off chance they do beat me, I don’t want them tarnishing the good name that I’ve worked hard to rebuild. This title has been passed around like a cheap whore and it’s time it sits on the hips of someone worthy. Be it you or I its in good hands. But I see no reason why I won’t be walking out of Ignite the same way I walked in. As NEW Champion.”
I climb back up the embankment, and throw my leg over the bike, seating myself, and firing it up. As the engine roars, I look one more time at the camera.
“Kaycee, may the best MAN win.”
With that I turn around, and ride back to my home in LA where my stunning girlfriend sits waiting for me.