Post by Roger Wright on Feb 25, 2024 14:09:52 GMT -6
And when the clock strikes 12, tell me where you gonna be?
Cleaning up the mess we've made or watching your T.V.
And if you have to ask, then you don't have a clue,
There's snow in Arizona while they're bombing in Beirut
Alright here we go again. Questions, questions, questions. I hear them all, from everyone everyday, the experts try and break it down, and honestly the conspiracies do make me smile. While I will never be one to deny that I have not always had a purpose to what I do, the reality here is I did what I did, for the very reason I told you I would. But you were not listening, no you were stuck in a world of believing what you wanted, hearing what you wanted. That’s how it goes nowadays, no one actually seems to want to listen, we see and hear what we want, ignoring the reality that is right in front of us.
But Valora isn’t your savior, she’s an attention seeker, a cling on. I don’t much fault her though, she saw a chance to push her name harder and hitch it to me, and if it wasn’t for some damn timely luck, she would have failed. But then sometimes the best laid plans don’t always go the way you want. Look I don’t hate Valora, she just felt the need to get in my way and try and take my moment, so I let her have hers, it’s the peak of her career, it’s not going to get any better for her.
Doesn’t matter though because you need me to say it again so, I’ll say it again, she isn’t the hero you really want, she isn’t even the hero you need. A small win over Jesse and Johnny when it doesn’t matter, in fact does not matter. But like stated before you don’t want to listen, you just want to cheer for the next person you believe to be your hero, your savior. You desperately cling to the hope that someone will come, you don’t trust me because I lost a few matches.
Under normal circumstances your concerns would be warranted, but there was always a plan, but deep down you probably knew that already. See there is pretty much a meaning to everything I do, a reason for it all to happen. And those matches worked out the way they needed, I planted the seed, the seed of something to grow. While I am fine going at it alone, the reality is the more people we can get to help, the better. NEW needs people to stand up to Jesse and Johnny, and I present to you the ones who passed the test, the ones who beat me.
Losing while it sucks can serve a purpose, and so what I propose is all three wrestlers that have beaten me since my match with Johnny join me. We have a war games style elimination match against Johnny, Jesse, Iser, and who the fuck ever else they can find to worship them. What is at stake? The winning team gets to control NEW for the next Pay Per View. We get to even the playing field when we win! It’s that simple.
While I know that doesn’t sound like an important thing to win, what it means is we get to rig the playing field, for a show we can control the narrative. Which is why Jesse and his flunkies won’t take me up on the offer. Deep down inside we all know that Jesse is too scared, afraid of what he could lose if the deal doesn’t go his way. Make no mistake, Jesse has fucked up, made the wrong decisions in the past, but at the end of the day he is a fairly successful businessman with a half way decent idea of what needs to be done. So maybe who knows he can see the potential, and for shits and giggles, if he wins, well then he can book me in whatever match he wants at the pay per view and I’ll sign the contract extension he wants, for $1 over the next 2 years.
It is an insane offer, I know, but if I want them to come to me, to take it seriously, I have to give Jesse something he would want. We all know he wants Roger, under control, and for next to damn near nothing. So that is my offer Jesse, take it or leave it. At the end of the day it really won’t matter, because even if you pass, even if you duck and run, I will still get my hands on you, there is no way to hide from me. Just ask Shane how that worked out.
I hope some day... when i'm dead and gone,
We learned to right... everything that's wrong,
With loving hands... turn sick to strong,
Our time will tell... if life goes on...on...on, on, on
So, now that we have that out of the way, let’s turn to the matter before us, what is right down the line. Roger Wright versus the Iron Sheik!!!! Wait no, that’s an insult to Iron Sheik, because at least that guy had an it factor to him, a look that made you want to hate him. Abdul, he just looks like a guy that is pretending to be a guy, trying to be another guy that wants to be the man who everyone hates. If Robert Downy Jr. couldn’t adequately pull it off, we know Abdul stands no chance.
However, there is this, I simply don’t give a fuck enough to even look into the man. I am not planning to do my homework, not planning to watch his matches from the past or any of that bullshit. That is what makes me different from you, then the person next to you, hell ladies it makes me different from your boyfriend. I am not going to stalk someone that I fully intend on hurting in a few days. Because that is my goal, I am walking into tension in Texas and am relieving some tension from my own back, and from the fans backs.
Even the most dedicated fan is probably worried, and it’s time to alleviate those worries, it’s time for Roger to stomp a poor soul into the ground. Abdul just happens to be that poor soul, and shameful political reference aside, this country boy from the U.S. is going to drop a few bombs. But I am not going to go any further down the terrorist arab route, that is below me, like a little kid on the bottom rung of a ladder looking up at his dad that he will never grow up to be as good as.
Someone once told me that when you reach the top, everyone comes out, they chase your fame biting at your heels, hoping to gain from your success. They were right, everyone came out, you were a bullseye on your back. The world wants to see your fall, well I already fell, I reached the top, stood on top of the mountain, alone in the clouds with no one around me. What they don’t tell you is when you reach the top, you aren’t really alone, your demons are with you.
Higher than everyone else doesn’t mean anything when you can’t escape your own demons. So your demons take you down a notch, the haters come out, when you are at the top you clout, and that’s what they chase. You don’t want to, but when you slip off the top rung you look down, you see the hands, the claws grabbing for you. That's when fear comes, that's when the demons win and you find yourself falling, face down into the abyss of the hands.
Even though you fall though, you might catch a rung, find a way to stop the free fall. That’s when you get to climb the rungs again, reach for the top. But this time you don’t look down. See i don’t have time to think about the people below me, I don’t have time to even respond to the garbage that someone like Abdul will spew, my goal is to prove the haters wrong, to keep climbing, for the top. See the first time I got there I wasn’t ready, couldn’t handle what the top offered.
What changed you ask? Me, everything about me changed, see when you reach the peak the only thing you want is to go back, to prove that your fall was fake, not me though. I want to reach the top, because I want to feel the rush of the cold air. I want to step on the heads of all those below me as I climb, never looking down to even see them, to even acknowledge them. So I am not going to look at Abdul, not going to find out the kind of man he is or isn’t, because he doesnt’ matter in my world, he is beneath me and I am not going to look down.
All anyone wants me to do is react, to reply to what they say, to get worked up. But That isn’t going to happen anymore, I am not worried about wars of words, I am worried about the climb, about the VIP room at the top of the mountain, kicking the hands of those trying to reach me. The words don’t mean anything, if they did then everything that those below me said would bring me down, but the only one that can achieve that goal is me.
So, if I am such trash like the Abdul’s of the world would have you believe, why do they keep saying my name, why am I a stick they measure themselves against? Because they can’t get traction unless they say my name, can’t get traction unless they get into the ring with me, they need me because I am climbing the mountain. So please keep talking your shit, run your mouth, I don’t hear you, and I don't have time to even think about you.
Now I know what you are thinking, Roger you aren’t even close to the top, you have lost and lost and lost since you came back. But ask yourself, what have I lost? The fans still cheer for me, these clowns still use my name to get somewhere, I still have a target on my back, you still listen to what I have to say, so what have I lost? I have lost shit, I’ve lost a bunch of matches that didn’t mean shit. Yeah Johnny beat me for the title, woo hoo, took two grown men to do it, and the fans have rallied behind me since that match. One match and the fans have clamored for me non stop since. So again, what have I lost?
One last parting gift for the world today. People say my name, even when I don’t have a title, they talk about me when they think it will get them somewhere. When Johnny is gone, the world just keeps spinning, no one even thinks about him, and Jesse, it’s even worse. The truth is Johnny needs that title to get that fame, to make people say his name. I don’t even need to show up for people to say my name, hell they said my name when they thought I was dead, I guess we all have different aspirations of what it means to win.
When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can't ignore....
Ya run, run, away! but there's no place to hide, mate!
When the days turn into night, you don't got no chance to fight...
'Cause you're too late! so kiss your ass goodbye, mate!
Casually and as quietly as possible Roger stepped softly as he approached Marie’s bedroom. He could hear her voice, and someone else’s, possibly a females, possibly one he had heard before. His mind had raced between any number of outcomes, some more ridiculous than others. Gently Roger put a hand on the door, then leaned in, his ear slowly pressing against the door. The muffled sound of a woman’s voice floated into his ear, but then Marie spoke up, and the noticeable click of her laptop shutting shook Roger into motion.
Two steps a leap and Roger was in the hallway restroom, slowly securing the door just as Marie swung the door to her room open. She took two steps out into the hallway, glanced around then stepped directly backward through her doorway and into her room. Seconds passed before Roger slowly pulled the door open and casually stepped out of the restroom. He gently stepped towards Marie’s door and again put his hand on it, then lowered himself slowly ear first to the door, he could hear voices again.
Usually Roger wasn’t the kind to spy on his daughter, but she had been spending hours over the last few weeks in her room. Curiosity was getting the better of him, especially given that she was acting more secretive than normal. Something was off, he knew it, and now the thoughts were swirling, what was his nine year old doing on her laptop talking to someone, and how would he approach the situation.
Realizing that he didn’t hear the voices anymore, Roger stepped back just as the door swung open and Marie stood in the doorway. “Hey daddy.” She said, giving him a hug. Roger's eyes darted to her then open laptop, for a moment Roger thought he caught the fleeting glimpse of a familiar face on the screen before it went black. “How long have you been out here daddy?” Roger's eyes dropped back to Marie as she asked the question.
Nothing came to his mind, the normally quick thinking Roger was stuck, the image of the face he thought he saw drawing his mind in 100 directions. Finally he managed to get some words out. “I was just walking by and thought I heard something so I was about to knock when you opened the door.”
A giant smile graced Marie’s face, as if she was happy with the answer, or a relief was removed from her. Roger couldn’t help but think what could keep such a sweet little girl filled with stress that you could see an audible relief of that stress. “Want to watch a movie daddy?” She asked while taking his hand and guiding him back down the hall towards the stairs.
Letting Marie choose the movie was a normal thing in the household, tonight was a movie about a man with multiple personalities that somehow managed to mess everything up. The man always over-thought everything, always seeming to think it was important to change who he was because he never could fully commit to any of the personalities. Turns out the man was always faking, he was just never happy with who he was, and never happy enough with any of the fake personalities that he created.
Although something about it felt familiar, Roger couldn’t put his finger on it, the reality was he was still stuck on the face on the computer. Even when Marie snuggled up to him and buried her head into his chest and hugged him to fall asleep halfway through the movie, Roger’s mind stayed stuck on the face. Everything told him it couldn’t have been who he initially thought it was, but his mind told him his eyes were not lying and he had to figure it out.
Nudging Marie a bit, Roger managed to slip to his feet and pick Marie up after the movie ended. He carried her to her room, covered her with the comforter and ended it all with a kiss on the forehead. “Love you peanut.” He whispered as he moved for the door, stopping at the laptop. Momentarily Roger stopped at the laptop and stared, he was torn between looking at it, but decided he didn’t want to know the truth, didn’t want to have to face the potential reality of one possibility.
Drawing in a deep breath, Roger moved silently for the door, pulled it shut and exhaled heavily. The decision wasn’t easy but he told himself it was the right one. He knew deep down there was the chance he would regret that, but he had to respect his daughter's privacy, even if she was only nine years old. This wasn’t the battlefield to die on, and the repercussions could be disastrous.
Three minutes was all it took to have a beer out of the fridge, open, and half drank. Roger’s days of heavy drinking were gone, but the regular few beers a night felt great. It would sound weird to most, but they helped him clear his mind, helped him focus on the world around him. Many of the greatest ideas and things he accomplished came from nights when had a few drinks.
Having turned to the back door brought Roger’s attention to the fire pit that raged on the back patio. In a chair sat Matthew, no doubt plastered, Roger’s quick scan of the area around the chair confirmed that assessment. Next to him sat an empty tequila bottle. Deep down inside Roger wanted to fix his brother, to go back in time and make sure he never received the scars that made him the way he is. But the reality is that is never an option.
After what felt like an eternity of silence, Roger finished his beer and went onto the patio. He cleaned up the area around Matthew who snored loudly in the chair. With a soft smile Roger covered his brother with a blanket and went back inside. Life had changed Roger, there was no doubt. His compassion for people he didn’t know was fading, but his love of those around him had grown stronger.
The truth was he understood the meaning of many things he had been told as a kid growing up. His father’s words played through his head tonight like most nights. Be you, don’t sacrifice who you are for anyone else. Take what you want, fight for what you believe in, never betray yourself, but don’t sacrifice who you are to make anyone else happy. Don’t worry about what they think, worry about what you think, about what you care about.
Drawing closer to the stairs Roger came to a stop. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. What he had to do was not going to be easy, but it had to be done. He knew some people would be mad, he knew it would be a challenge but in the end he was going to set them all free, just like he had with Shane. That was the mission, releasing everyone from the pain they were feeling, freeing them from the shackles, Matthew still had a way to go, but he would get there, and then everyone else.
It just don't make no sense, there's a million mouthes to feed
We got military action over monetary need
And you can turn your back, or you can plant the seed
You can choose compassion over universal greed
Under normal circumstances you would probably think you understood what was coming, but you don’t, you can’t even fathom it. There was a time when I did it for you, but now I do it for me, you just get to benefit from what I am offering. It’s okay though, I won’t charge you for what I have, or for what you get from what I am doing already. In the end I will simply accept a thank you. Just keep your eyes open, because there is a reckoning coming.
Don’t sleep on it, because you might blink and miss it, might miss out on it. There very well won’t be a second chance, freedom is a word we all use, but true freedom is what I am going to offer. I would love to tell you how, but it wouldn’t be as much fun if I gave away the punchline to the joke before I even told it. So sit back, pop your popcorn and enjoy the show.
Eventually you will all understand what I am talking about. It might hurt at first, hell it won’t be pleasurable in any way, I can almost guarantee that. Push through the pain, accept what is being offered and you will be like Shane, free from the pain of your life and choices. This isn’t a religion, and I’m not your pastor, I won’t ask for money, I won’t take from you, I will only give you what you always wanted, and you never knew you needed.
Some of that may sound cryptic, and hell it probably is, but don’t worry, things will begin to make sense soon. I’ll take the win you so desperately want me to have. Because you are still stuck on material things. In a way it will help, another hater downed and more to go, just another head to stop on, another person that will be at the bottom rung yelling my name, screaming hoping I will give them a moment of my time, an inch of my attention.
Users are all they are. But they will be saved too, but only those that trust, that invest can truly understand. Because at the end of the day I have been doing this for a while, this was in motion before I even came back, Jesse just struck the match, began the chain of events that were inevitable. So to Jesse I say thank you, and sorry. You were both the catalyst and the first victim of the coming reckoning for NEW. You have to burn it down, cleanse it of the infection in order to build it back stronger and better.
Cancer is never a good thing, and I am here to take the cancer away. It will start here at home in Texas. I will do what is necessary to put Jesse on notice, make sure he doesn’t have the chance to run. Then I will free the minds of the best that NEW has to offer, then the fans, and to who gets in the ring with me, I apologize that Jesse has put you through this.
Killing a nobody's career is never truly a goal, but now to move onto what needs to be done is a necessary evil, and I guess the ends will justify the means. So I will offer my heartfelt apology to my opponent and their career now. But in time you will thank me, because what you are contributing to will be the best thing that has ever happened to the NEW and its fans.
So with that I wish to bid you all farewell, I will see you when the time has come. Things are going to change for the better, you will all be free from the pain you didn’t even know was holding you back. I promise you this, the reckoning is coming. Just be patient and watch how it all begins.
I hope some day... when i'm dead and gone,
We learned to right... everything that's wrong,
With loving hands... turn sick to strong,
Our time will tell... if life goes on...on...on, on, on