Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2013 17:11:24 GMT -6
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: home of the Steelers, the Mister Roger's Show, Heinz Ketchup and the Klondike Bar. It's also home to this weeks Ignite, an event where Jake Youngblood versus Roger Wright is one of the featured matches, along with a Tag titles match and a Youngblood title match. It's definitely a stacked card, but my focus is on one man. I know Roger wants to prove that he still has it, but I'm gonna prove him wrong, by putting this old fossil back into the ground...
Speaking of fossils, that is why I'm here at The Carnegie Museum of Natural History. That "friend" that called the drunk near that bar last week pulled some strings and landed me a special late night tour of the place. I feel that this old museum, that held so many relics from the past, might serve a good purpose for my mindset this week.
Walking around, I can't believe the vast knowledge that this establishment has accumulated. Its kinda fucking impressive. But there is a special reason that I am here, and that is to assist my brain in seeing what I am dealing with come Ignite. I'm currently in the "Dinosaurs in Their Time" exhibit, looking at the massive fossils that have been reassembled in this elegant museum. But you see, sadly not all of the dinosaurs that roamed the world are here...
Some of those fossils held their form, and still have a purpose to teach, such as Al Envy. He taught me something last week. He taught me, through my son, that I shouldn't have judged him. Rather, I should have studied him to see how much he could take. I would have been a champion right now had I done that...
But other fossils just couldn't be located, because they got too far buried or drifted too far off of their path. It is all too familiar. This makes me think of how Roger should have just retired after that ankle injury of his. But instead this piece of shit wants to use me as a stepping stone to prove that he is still relevant. I AM NO ONES STEPPING STONE! I made Al earn his fucking title, and he did just that. Kudos to him. I was wrong to trash his life style. It wasn't my place. But this is not about Al, the title, or anything else. It's about proving to the world that I may not have won, but now? Now you know my name. And this week it's going to be cemented into your brain!
Slowly gliding across the carpeted floor, looking up seeing the T-Rex fossil that towers over me, I think to myself that it looks about as big as the Styles Mafia's combined ego. Of course, that was before they added Johnny. That man believes that, if given the chance, he himself could take on a T-Rex. Not to mention his own ego is two times the size of one.
It isn't that I personally hate everything Jesse Styles does, but I mean come on, If I wanted to be a champion, I would have to bust my ass to the brink of death, not just give myself a championship match, and that brings me to Johnny and Hunter, who back and UPW left like little bitches after they couldn't pull that tag title win out of their asses.
My train of thought gets the best of me, as my elbow knocks the edge of an old vase that is on the open display. Eyes widening, I quickly jump toward it. Smirking, realizing that I caught the vase, I sit up and look around. Shifting my head from left to the right, I place the vase back on the display and walk away, pretending it never happened.
"Fuck that was close" I mutter out loud, letting a sigh of relief come over me. I get my mind back into the right frame as I notice that this place has interactive touchscreens that allow the viewer to see the dinosaurs in their prime. I click one and my god what a sight it was. This interactive screen showed how tall these things were in comparison to humans, and how fast they were as well. Looking at the might of these huge beasts, I can't stop myself from thinking how alike they are to my opponent this week... once mighty but now no longer relevant.
And how the mighty continue to fall. Roger was the first man to win Terrordome. Does anyone realize that is something that will never be done again in NEW? Something that no one can take away from him? He should have stopped, but no, like most of the old band of NEW Vets, they all wanna come back for more glory even if they're way past their prime.
It isn't like Roger hasn't had a great career in NEW, but everything has to end sooner or later, and sunday is when Roger's career ends.
Now some are successful, like Al, Inkt and Johnny Styles, while others such as Roger have just made a complete mockery of themselves. This was something that I was going to end. This sad, sad excuse has driven me here, to this place where all the fossils of old lay. It brings me to realize that it is my job to kill this old, decaying dinosaur, so that his fossil...his memory... will not be tarnished any longer. Some will call it a massacre, or an act of mercy. But never the less, it will be the last time anyone will ever hear the name Roger Wright spoken.
Looking down at my watch, my time in the museum was almost up; it is around 10:00 Pm, so Ariel and Evan would be home, most likely waiting for me to enter the hotel room before they even consider drifting off to bed. So I turn back and take one last look at the T-Rex fossil, before I leave the exhibit. I then make my way towards the main hall, where the watchman would see me out the door and lock up.
"All done Mr. Youngblood?" The watchman asks, as he started to fiddle with his keys to find the one for door.
"Yea, a lot of interesting stuff back there. Say tell me something, how long have you been doing this job?" I ask,
"Around 15 years sir"
Making my way to the door, I turn and ask one final question. "And after all that time, you never considered retiring... passing the job to someone younger?"
I was parted with a smug "No", being told that some kid couldn't handle what he did. The watchman was selfish, just like Roger, not willing to step aside for the younger talent to make a name for themselves. Or in my case, take my spot in the history books of NEW. Just like I expected, Roger was going to try one final time to revive that shame of a career that he so desperately holds onto, and this Sunday at Ignite, I will have to be the one to beat the image into his brain that he simply doesn't have it in him anymore to wrestle.
You know what they say, "For the young to rise the old must die." Mister Roger Wright was about to learn the true meaning of this phrase, courtesy of yours truly.
With that, I get in my car and drive off into the Pennsylvania night, breathing a breath of fresh air. It is time to head back to the hotel, to Ariel and Evan, and to wait for this Sunday, where I will kill the remaining career of one Roger Wright. Where I would cause the most worn out fossil in NEW crumble.
Speaking of fossils, that is why I'm here at The Carnegie Museum of Natural History. That "friend" that called the drunk near that bar last week pulled some strings and landed me a special late night tour of the place. I feel that this old museum, that held so many relics from the past, might serve a good purpose for my mindset this week.
Walking around, I can't believe the vast knowledge that this establishment has accumulated. Its kinda fucking impressive. But there is a special reason that I am here, and that is to assist my brain in seeing what I am dealing with come Ignite. I'm currently in the "Dinosaurs in Their Time" exhibit, looking at the massive fossils that have been reassembled in this elegant museum. But you see, sadly not all of the dinosaurs that roamed the world are here...
Some of those fossils held their form, and still have a purpose to teach, such as Al Envy. He taught me something last week. He taught me, through my son, that I shouldn't have judged him. Rather, I should have studied him to see how much he could take. I would have been a champion right now had I done that...
But other fossils just couldn't be located, because they got too far buried or drifted too far off of their path. It is all too familiar. This makes me think of how Roger should have just retired after that ankle injury of his. But instead this piece of shit wants to use me as a stepping stone to prove that he is still relevant. I AM NO ONES STEPPING STONE! I made Al earn his fucking title, and he did just that. Kudos to him. I was wrong to trash his life style. It wasn't my place. But this is not about Al, the title, or anything else. It's about proving to the world that I may not have won, but now? Now you know my name. And this week it's going to be cemented into your brain!
Slowly gliding across the carpeted floor, looking up seeing the T-Rex fossil that towers over me, I think to myself that it looks about as big as the Styles Mafia's combined ego. Of course, that was before they added Johnny. That man believes that, if given the chance, he himself could take on a T-Rex. Not to mention his own ego is two times the size of one.
It isn't that I personally hate everything Jesse Styles does, but I mean come on, If I wanted to be a champion, I would have to bust my ass to the brink of death, not just give myself a championship match, and that brings me to Johnny and Hunter, who back and UPW left like little bitches after they couldn't pull that tag title win out of their asses.
My train of thought gets the best of me, as my elbow knocks the edge of an old vase that is on the open display. Eyes widening, I quickly jump toward it. Smirking, realizing that I caught the vase, I sit up and look around. Shifting my head from left to the right, I place the vase back on the display and walk away, pretending it never happened.
"Fuck that was close" I mutter out loud, letting a sigh of relief come over me. I get my mind back into the right frame as I notice that this place has interactive touchscreens that allow the viewer to see the dinosaurs in their prime. I click one and my god what a sight it was. This interactive screen showed how tall these things were in comparison to humans, and how fast they were as well. Looking at the might of these huge beasts, I can't stop myself from thinking how alike they are to my opponent this week... once mighty but now no longer relevant.
And how the mighty continue to fall. Roger was the first man to win Terrordome. Does anyone realize that is something that will never be done again in NEW? Something that no one can take away from him? He should have stopped, but no, like most of the old band of NEW Vets, they all wanna come back for more glory even if they're way past their prime.
It isn't like Roger hasn't had a great career in NEW, but everything has to end sooner or later, and sunday is when Roger's career ends.
Now some are successful, like Al, Inkt and Johnny Styles, while others such as Roger have just made a complete mockery of themselves. This was something that I was going to end. This sad, sad excuse has driven me here, to this place where all the fossils of old lay. It brings me to realize that it is my job to kill this old, decaying dinosaur, so that his fossil...his memory... will not be tarnished any longer. Some will call it a massacre, or an act of mercy. But never the less, it will be the last time anyone will ever hear the name Roger Wright spoken.
Looking down at my watch, my time in the museum was almost up; it is around 10:00 Pm, so Ariel and Evan would be home, most likely waiting for me to enter the hotel room before they even consider drifting off to bed. So I turn back and take one last look at the T-Rex fossil, before I leave the exhibit. I then make my way towards the main hall, where the watchman would see me out the door and lock up.
"All done Mr. Youngblood?" The watchman asks, as he started to fiddle with his keys to find the one for door.
"Yea, a lot of interesting stuff back there. Say tell me something, how long have you been doing this job?" I ask,
"Around 15 years sir"
Making my way to the door, I turn and ask one final question. "And after all that time, you never considered retiring... passing the job to someone younger?"
I was parted with a smug "No", being told that some kid couldn't handle what he did. The watchman was selfish, just like Roger, not willing to step aside for the younger talent to make a name for themselves. Or in my case, take my spot in the history books of NEW. Just like I expected, Roger was going to try one final time to revive that shame of a career that he so desperately holds onto, and this Sunday at Ignite, I will have to be the one to beat the image into his brain that he simply doesn't have it in him anymore to wrestle.
You know what they say, "For the young to rise the old must die." Mister Roger Wright was about to learn the true meaning of this phrase, courtesy of yours truly.
With that, I get in my car and drive off into the Pennsylvania night, breathing a breath of fresh air. It is time to head back to the hotel, to Ariel and Evan, and to wait for this Sunday, where I will kill the remaining career of one Roger Wright. Where I would cause the most worn out fossil in NEW crumble.