Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 12:26:37 GMT -6
I know what it's like to be on the lower end of a win streak. That would be a losing streak. I am on one now it seems in NEW. When I lost my first match, it was angering that I came so close yet so far. Then the losses just kept piling up. I recently lost a four way after putting up a very good fight. I lost a battle royal after putting up a very good fight. Somehow very good fights don't cut it in this business. Somehow the only thing that seems to matter are the wins. Wins, like gold, can be counted on and can get a person a long ways. Losses, though they still pay in the business due to contracts but don't carry the weight that wins do. Someone may be reading and watching this and ask what the fuck does it have to do with the price of tea in China? Well I'm about to tell.not just tell. I'm about to show you. I'm on a losing streak but that does not mean I'm down and out. I'm backed into a corner like a wounded animal. You know when an animal is at his most dangerous? When his back is to the wall. It's fight or flight. Yes I'm Iceman Samuel Sampson and I have been down this road before....
The promo cuts open.
I used to love playing on the swing set as a young boy. I had shorter hair back then and was a very short kid for my age. I remember it like it was just yesterday. I was swinging on the same swing that I got on every day. It was bright and sunny in the school yard. Boys and girls were playing all around the rest of the area, but for some reason, I was always able to get that one swing. That one swing that seems to have been neglected by all of the others. Was it because I felt neglected much like this swing or was it that I was just so comfortable here? No one, especially not me, knows. I could see myself going higher and higher with each swing. I can see Kathy staring at me. You know..the girl with the blonde hair in a class that you have a crush on but are too damn chicken shit to say anything to her. Anyway I digress. I wasn't that into girls at that time anyway. I just wanted to enjoy my swing time during recess.
I was swinging on this day like any other until a bigger boy came my way. I was in about second grade. This kid looked bigger and seemed like he was in fourth grade. He may as well have been Hulk Hogan with the way he looked to me. I saw him coming and continued what I was doing anyway though. Soon though...things all changed. This bigger kid walked up to me, blocked my next swing and just stared at me for a moment or so. I sat there, and got pretty mad that he was stopping my fun but since he was so big I did NOTHING about it.
"You puny kid..give me the swing", I can still hear him say in my head after all of these years.
"No"< I responded.
"Then, I'll take it from you", he replied as he proceeded to kick me from the swing.
He got on and started doing his thing. I got up from the ground. I heard the other kids laughing as I felt like shit. I still walked up, tapped him on the shoulder between swings and slapped him in the face. The next moment is one that will go down in infamy in my life. He got off the swing. He came to me and shoved me on the ground, proceeded to pounce on me and gave me two black eyes. No one volunteered to help me and all little Kathy could do was watch in horror as I had my own ass handed to me.
Finally some teachers came to break up the fight. I didn't get in trouble but that kid was suspended for a week if I remember correctly. He never forgot that and he picked on me ever since.
Later, I went home to my grandad's house. He raised me since losing my father at such a young age. I sat down in my room and cried. I knew that my life was about to become a living hell. There one day was a knock on the door. I opened it reluctantly at first but then saw that it was my grand pappy. He brought in some cookies and offered them to me graciously.
"no thanks Grandpa", I said as I clearly had tears still in my eyes.
"what's wrong, Sam?" he inquried as he knew something was wrong. He could always tell, and face it, One didn't need a degree in rocket science to figure out something was wrong.
"Timmy!!" I replied.
"Oh you mean that evil bully that's been on your case since the day at the swing set", He said as he looked at me for a moment. He proceeded to wash my eyes with his finger as he sat me down on his lap. He told me a similar story about how he got bullied growing up. I almost cried but I remember my dad never cried in the face of adversity. I wasn't going to let him down.
"I'll be fine", I said.
"Yes you will be young man. I am going to give you a gift. The gift of self awareness. The gift of independence and self discipline." He said.
At first all of this just sounded like a bunch of complicated words. What did he mean? Was he mad that I was losing fights left and right to this bigger kid? It turned out nothing was farther from the truth.
"You're going to take karate lessons." He suggested to me in an ernest voice. "I want to see you confident but remember. Knowing how to defend yourself is the key here. Not starting fights. Karate isn't what you see on tv."
I nodded and my tears dried up.
A few months later, I was enrolled in karate classes. I was still smaller than the other kids but I stayed with it. I got my ass handed to me in a few spars but I refused to give up. Finally I was one of the best students in the class. I won almost every spar I was in. I entered tournaments and earned my yellow belt quicker than any student my sensei had ever had.
I will never forget that. My grandfather believed in me. My dad believed in me. I started to believe in me. I beat that bully up the next time I saw him. I actually never laid a hand on him. I let him do the damage by missing me and hitting his head on a wall. I thought I would be glad he was hurt. Instead, I felt sorry for him. I helped him out by calling the teacher. I also took my shirt off and placed it on his head to stop the bleeding. I was doing everything I could to help my enemy. Why? Was it a moment of weakness? I don't know to this day. But he never picked on me again!!
Cut to the present day.
I was sitting in a green chair in my house. I had the NEW cameras over for a reason. I told them this story at least one time and when cleaification was needed, more than once. The writer wrote all of it down finally and I looked at the camera. I had one last thing to say and it was directed at my Ignite 148 opponent.
"DDD, you're a great athlete. NO doubt about it. You are one man that has beaten major talents over and over again in this company and in others, such as PCW. You've faced the likes of my good friend Desperado. You've faced the likes of Hunter Valentyne and other big names. I know you will be ready for me. Well I will also be ready for you," I said as I cleared my throat.
I picked up a bottle of water from the table next to the sofa. I took a slug of it and then placed it back down where I got it from.
I took my hair and wiped it back out of my eyes. I looked again into the camera.
"You see. I am no newbie either though. I've also faced Hunter Valentyne..Roger Wright, Devin Stone and the likes. I didn't always come out on top but It's safe to say you didn't either. I guess we're two of a kind in some ways. We both may not be the biggest dogs in the fight but there is a lot of fight in these two dogs. I'll be honest pallie. I respect you. I can say that about few other wrestlers but you are one of them. I admire how you take no prisoners. I admire how you get what you want after saying what that is. I just want you to know though. Admiration and respect are NOT weaknesses. I will come with everything I have. I will not leave that ring until I have my first NEW win. In another life, I could even have been friends with you. However, the cards didn't play out like that. You're in my way to put it bluntly. You're in my way of NEW glory. I will run over you and do what I must to return my career to the glory days it once saw. As I said before, I've been down and out. I've had losing streaks in my life. But I always came back. Now won't be any different. Soon..we will be locked up in a battle of wills. Only wanting it will make you survive. Not just wanting it, but wanting it more than the other guy. That's what it will take. You won't become my second Timmy. I will not be bullied again by anyone. I'm an adult now. I don't hold anything against that kid. Hell, from what I heard, he's in prison. I'm a lot better off now. And I will dedicate this match to my now deceased Grandfather."
I stopped talking. I took a deep breath and then repeated the water process from earlier. I then had the camera get a very close up look into my eyes...
"DDD, can you handle the heat? If not..I suggest, my friend, you stay out of the cold!!"
I saluted the camera with a one finger salute. I then looked at the camera man.
"Get that piece of shit outta here. I have some meditation to do." I yelled as he didn't waste any time. The camera went to blue and white before going dark.....