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| Shaun Cruze vs. James Evans | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 24 2012, 11:10 AM (158 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Jun 24 2012, 11:10 AM Post #1 |
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SCW PRESENTS; AMMO : Featuring: Shaun Cruze vs. James Evans RP Limit: 3 RP each for singles; 4 per team in tag team, 6 per team in six man tag. Deadline: Noon EST Thursday, July 5, 2012 ~~Good Luck Everyone!~~ |
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| James Evans | Jul 3 2012, 08:39 PM Post #2 |
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I'll Probably Quit Soon
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OOC: Sorry Hayden, but I am here to entertain and bring the pain. This role play was a shit ton of fun to write. It begins after Breakdown whenever somebody attacked James, and it takes him to Mexico, then back home. It is sort of a journey, and his mindset goes through positive changes and the promos I felt were great. Others may not, but with me walking away from the game, with James leaving the SCW, the words came out just the way I pictured them. Good luck to the handler of Shaun Cruze, I wish the title was on the line just to make this match that much more sweet. But is what it is and I hope whoever writes this match pays attention to the promos and gives both myself and Cruze's handler a match worthy of our efforts. “You’re going to be OK, James, but I do suggest you take it easy for a few days. A concussion is nothing to mess around with. Things could get worse for you.” I look at the doctor and just nod my head. I have no idea what to say. I think about telling him that the words “take it easy” hold no real meaning to a professional wrestler. Especially me. I am going to go out and give it my all every single time my name is attached to a match. That is just how I work. I am not sure who attacked me backstage, but I know it was some coward. If you can’t fight me like a man, then you sir are a pussy. And that is exactly what whoever it was that clubbed me in the back of the head equals out to be. Be it Justin Davis or Gable Winchester. I will settle the score with Justin when we travel to Mexico and battle at South of the Border. Gable is getting a shot at the U.S. Championship on the biggest stage of them all, but I can give him a taste of his own medicine in the weeks leading up to the event. The way I see it, Davis wants to beat me. He has to beat me, and knowing him and how desperate he is, I wouldn’t put it past him to attack me from behind once again, just to gain some sort of advantage over me. Gable, the writing is on the wall if it is him. In the gauntlet, I would’ve been his biggest threat and he knew it. The last few times we have faced off, I have gone over him and just as he claims to have scared Shilo Valiant…I have Gable Winchester, the so called Man of Win running scared. He has been trying to get back into the title picture, trying to get some real spotlight to shine down upon him, and he finally has it. He isn’t as desperate as Justin Davis, but he is pretty damn close. When and if I get my hands on Gable, he will wish he was back in 2011, still tagging with Stacy Kissinger, when he was an honorable man and not some nut-less chump. I mean, if you want to prove you are better than me, do it where it counts. Inside of the ring. Not in the backstage area, where nobody can see it. Once again, it is cowardice and this world can’t stand anymore of that shit. When I get back to the states and I have the chance to go out and pick up a microphone, I am going to make sure I stand in the center of the ring and challenge whoever decided to be a vagina to come down to the ring and face me man to man. It could be anybody really. Jake Starr is still a dick who thinks everything revolves around him and I am sure my words against him leading up to our match didn’t earn me any friendship points. Not that I want them. Either way, when the time comes, karma will come back around and it is going to be a bitch for whoever attacked me. I look at the doctor and smirk, “You know Doc…that is going to be a lot harder than you make it sound. I am a professional wrestler. These little concussions are hazards of the trade I am afraid. That rhymed unintentionally.” The doctor chuckles a bit as he finishes putting up his medical supplies. He then turns to me and stares at me through his glasses, before replying, “Well, that was just my advice. You can choose to follow it or ignore it. It really doesn’t matter to me. If I were you, then I would not compete at least for a week or so.” I shake my head, “No can do. I have a match this weekend in Mexico. There is no way I can back out. Not that I would want to. I am scheduled against a guy who may very well be the person to give me said concussion and if that is the case, then I am going to make sure I return the favor, if you catch my drift.” The doctor shrugs his shoulders, before responding, “Suit yourself…”, and then he begins to make his way out of the backstage area, leaving me to myself. I just sit there on the medical table, staring out at the walls. I have a decision to make here real soon. A decision I’ve made a few times in my wrestling career, but I have never followed through with it. I found out that my SCW contract is ending after Rise to Greatness, and people are asking me if I am going to resign. I haven’t said a damn word. I don’t know what to say. I have wanted to become SCW World Champion…or at least compete for the damn championship at least once in my SCW career, but the main event is way too crowded. I can barely show my face around that area. I am stuck in a position where I am being labeled a part of the future here in the SCW, but the thing is that has been running through my mind recently is…do I really want to be the future of this company? I mean, I have asked myself over and over again, if I think that I will ever be a mainstay in the main event picture and I keep telling myself more than likely not. I see guys like Lucas Knight and all of these other flashy guys taking up the spots. Infamous and the Order of Chaos…whatever you want to fucking call them have been at the top for the last two years now and I don’t see that coming to an end. Same with Shilo. He has just given himself a new gimmick change and I am sure he will ride that wave for as long as possible. Jason Zero is back in the main event and God knows how long he will be there. So I am leaning towards calling it a day here in SCW…hell, in wrestling period. I don’t have any ill will towards the powers that be in the SCW and that is odd to me. I guess it just that I don’t care anymore. This is a business and in business, you have to go with what works and in this case, what brings in tons of money. I don’t think I rake in tons of cash and I am OK with that. I don’t want to be some spectacle. I want to be appreciated as a wrestler and that is all that matters to me. My head begins to hurt a little bit again and I place my hand on the back of my head and let out a groan. I tell myself that I don’t know if I can handle having anymore of these, hazard of the trade or not. The shit is for the birds and if I am leaving, I’d rather be sane and able to fully function. I would rather not leave as a walking vegetable. I let out a sigh, pushing myself off of the table and I slowly make my way out of the exam room and make my way towards my locker room to get my shit. Along the way, I ask myself if I would miss this. Coming down the hallway, seeing the other superstars whom I have grown to respect and to those whom I would love to curb stomp. The only answer I can come up with is…I really don’t know. I am on the fence about it. I don’t want to rush into it like I have done in the past, only to come back a few weeks later. Whatever I come up with, I am going to stick with no matter what. I just have to make sure it is the right choice. I have made plenty of bad ones in my life time…I tell myself…it is time that I start making the right ones for me… [align=center]__________________________[/align] Evans lifts him up onto his shoulders, but Davis rakes his eyes. He then drops down and grabs him from behind and shoves him forward and into the ropes. He goes for a roll-up, but Evans holds onto the ropes. Davis rolls back and gets up. Evans steps forward and Davis runs at him and goes for a clothesline, but Evans ducks and spins around. He then lifts Davis up in an argentine backrack before dropping him with the Middle Finger to the Establishment! The crowd cheers. Davis rolls onto his back. Evans drops down and hooks the leg. 1! 2! 3! The crowd cheers and the bell sounds. Sharper: “It’s over! James Evans gets the win!” Gold: “And he still has Justin Davis’ number. Both saw that light at the end, the chance to win.” Sharper: “And James managed to get that reverse death valley and spike Davis. What a way to end it. What a way to add an exclamation point to this feud!” Evans gets up and has his arm raised. The crowd cheers. Evans just smiles a bit and walks over to the ropes. He leans on them, wincing in pain before then raising his arm. He then drops down to the floor and starts to walk around. The roar of the crowd, I am sure will haunt me for the rest of my days. It will more than likely be something that I will need to have. It is like my drug. My new addiction. It has taken place over disaster and that is a good feeling to have. At least for me. Davis and I nearly killed each other once again out there tonight. I know, deep down, it could have gone either way. The bastard doesn’t quit and that makes him so dangerous. But hearing the fans cheer me every single time I planted him onto the mat…it gives me a rush like nothing I can ever truly describe. It is a high like no other. A high that I never want to end. But over the last few days, I have come to my conclusion on the contract matter. I am sure everyone heard it in my promo against Davis. I am leaving the SCW. I don’t care to win the SCW Championship. I don’t care to compete for it. I am not leaving because I am a sore loser like I am sure I will be called. I am leaving because I just want to. Wrestling isn’t for me. I am not going to go and try my hand at football or mixed martial arts. What am I going to do? That is an excellent question and I am still considering the options at the moment. Right now, I am trying to stay focused on my matches in the coming weeks and what the SCW has in store for me come Rise to Greatness. I don’t expect a big match or any real investment. I’m leaving, so why would they? In these last few weeks I have with this company, I am not going to talking about what I can take from the SCW. Like if I were to get a shot at the US title and win…I am not going to talk about taking the belt with me then defending it elsewhere or dropping it off in a trash can. Nah man that is shit over done and out played. But as I said, I am not expecting it. I wouldn’t be surprised if I am on the pre show. Either way, what I will be doing is doing my best to give back to the SCW. I have bitched about it so much over the course of my career, especially when I was dealing with my good old cousin, Chad. I have given reasons why I did so and that is that. I have become Adrenaline Champion. I have become United States Champion. I have faced some of the best in this company. I have won some and I have lost some. It no longer matters to me, just like if I lose to Shaun Cruze in our match just signed for the next episode of Friday Night Ammo, then Shaun Cruze will get a victory he fought hard for. I am not some stepping stone. I am not some guy who the competition just steam lines over. I am not Alex Jr. I am not the whipping boy of Supreme Championship Wrestling. What I am is a man without fear. I am the kind of guy who will go out and work hard no matter what. I will throw caution to the wind and leap into the air and crash into my opponents, or some tables or whatever. I don’t mind getting dirty. I don’t mind bleeding for this sport. I will always love it no matter what. That is where I started…as a wrestling fan and that is what I will always be. Watching the king of kings, the wrestling gods…I was always in awe and that hasn’t changed. This sport has become more about entertainment in some aspects, but the SCW has tried to keep wrestling grounded in sport and not spectacle. I commend them for that. And if anyone has any doubts about that, then they will get a heavy reminder Friday night when Shaun and I step foot into the ring. Neither one of us have any ounce of quit running through our veins. What we have is blood we have no problem spilling for this sport…a sport that got our names out there…made us famous…earned us some recognition. That is why I want to give back to the SCW and to the wrestling world as my time here dwindles down to the final seconds of my match at Rise to Greatness, when a three count is made or a submission takes place. Either way, win or lose, I am going to give the fans and the powers that be, matches that I always enjoyed watching from home or in the stands. And what that means is that anyone who faces me will be in the fight of their lives, because there is still quite a bit of fight left in me. I know it won’t die out when I stop lacing up the boots and stepping into the squared circle. I will always fight in me, until my dying day. I am a man without fear. I am going to go out and do what I want and I won’t be afraid of failure. That is the biggest thing about life. You have to try no matter what and accept failure with a positive attitude. That is something that has been hard for me to come to grips with in my life, as everything seemed to go to shit. But life is what you make it. That was going to be my little gimmick so to speak when I first entered into the SCW, but the world saw how that went. Now, as I prepare for my final lap here in this company, in this sport, it will come to life. It won’t be a gimmick. It will just be me, the way I should have been from day one. “Hey man good match out there…” One of the stagehands breaks me from my state of thought. I look up at him and flash him a grin and nod, letting him know I appreciate it. He is just like me. A fan. I stand in my locker room again, sweating not only from my match, but because we are in Mexico and it is hot as fuck. I grab my bags and walk out, telling myself it won’t be much longer that I won’t be doing that anymore. I tell myself this and I feel relief. It’s strange… [align=center]__________________________[/align] “So you’re sure you want to do this?” I look up from my seat, and I stare at the Board of Directors. I am sure that they aren’t too pleased to know I am not resigning. They have all kinds of problems, with the Rise to Greatness main event and the contract crap with Jason Zero and CHBK. I want to tell them that they need to let those old timers go, because they are causing so many problems, but I don’t. None of my business. I take a deep breath, then slowly release it, before responding, looking the guy with the question dead in the eye, so he knows to take me seriously, “Yes. I am sure. I am very sure.” He says, “Well, last year around this time, you wanted to be released from your contract, only to come back and resign at the last minute. You have to be sure you want to go your own way. The SCW as a company needs to know what to do.” I smirk, “I know the SCW will be perfectly fine without me. I am not going to come back begging for a job or anything. I have enjoyed my time here, but there comes a time in a man’s life when he finds out what is most important to him. This isn’t as important to me as it once was. I’d rather just watch from the comfort of my own home, instead of actually doing it.” He looks at me, not looking too pleased, “Well, I just have to say it is a bad choice. The SCW has invested a lot of time in you for you to just turn your back…” I cut him off, “We’ve invested a lot of time in each other. I am not turning my back on the SCW. I am just saying goodbye to a chapter in my life and moving on to a new page. I am not going to apologize for my decision. You can think of me however you want, but my mind is made up and I am going to do my own thing, no matter who gets pissed off about it. It is about James Evans. No one else.” He scoffs, then replies, standing up, extending his hand, “Well, it has been a pleasure working with you, James…the door will always be open…” I take his hand, cutting him off again, “I appreciate the kind gesture, but as far as the door being open, after Rise to Greatness, you can close it. I’m not coming back.” I release his hand then turn away, and head out of the office. I reach the stairs and I feel weightless and it is a great feeling. I make my way outside into the hot summer heat once again, but I tell myself it isn’t as bad as Mexico. I reach my car, before turning and taking one last look at the SCW base of operations, as my mind begins wandering, thinking to myself. It is all coming to an end. Life is out there for me, outside of wrestling and winning championships. I have enjoyed my time, there is no denying it. I wouldn’t take anything back from it. Well, there are a few things like getting mixed up with Chad and Katelyn. I have often wondered how things would’ve turned out for me had I gone my own way from day one. I have had my ups and my downs in this industry, just as I have in my personal life. I have always wanted to escape both, but the only thing I need to do is accept things for how they are and move on. My time in Supreme Championship Wrestling…in the wrestling industry is over. My contract ends the day after Rise to Greatness. I am not resigning and that has nothing to do with me hating the people I work for. I just don’t care as much as I used to. I have realized that there are things out there for me to do. Things that I have always wanted to do, but have not ventured out and tried them. I am twenty five. I am not getting any younger. A lot of people my age are in serious relationships or working full time jobs after getting a college degree A lot of them have families as well. I didn’t make those choices. I chose to do something else. The way I see it, if I am going to have a child and be able to spend time with my child, unlike my situation with Katelyn, then I am going to make sure I am able to support it. I will not be away from my kid. The wrestling world takes you away from home, but home is where I want to be. To build my life. Something that I have never done. I have never truly looked out for myself. I have always put others before me. Katelyn. Chad. Ace. My father. My mother. My siblings. My friends. I have always lived with regret and I have allowed that regret to swallow me whole and I have nearly drowned in that regret. But regret has spit me out and I can finally breathe on my own again. A lot of realizations have kicked in and I am seeing things in a different light. No longer am I running away from real life and escaping to some made up reality where everything can go my way at the drop of a hat. Now, I feel the pain and I accept it for what it is then move on. Now, I feel happiness and I accept it for what it is. I can experience love when the time is necessary. I can battle the loneliness when it rears its ugly head, but right now it is time for James Evans to live for James Evans. Not the SCW, nor its fan base. Not for a woman who does nothing but use James as a cock and sperm donor. I am going to do what I feel is right in my heart and I will only go by that. It is as simple as that ladies and gents. I am no longer high off of marijuana or pills. I am getting high off of life. I am no longer drinking away my pain and sorrow. I am getting drunk off of life. For so long I have allowed my pain and my nightmares control me and dictate my every move. No more. The voices in my head can suck my dick and I will do my own thing. I will roll my own way. Nobody can stop me. They can insult me. So what? It is not like I haven’t been insulted before. It won’t be the last time either. People can give me shit for leaving the SCW, but their opinions are their opinions. Opinions are like assholes, as everyone has one. Chad had an opinion of me and we settled it. Jake Starr has an opinion of me and we have battled it out. Justin Davis, David Helms, Shilo Valiant…all of them have had an opinion of me and we have dealt with it like men. I have walked away with wins and I have walked away with losses, but I am still alive and well, walking on my own two feet, and my eyes forward, with my head held high. And the same goes for my opponent on Friday Night Ammo, Shaun Cruze. He has been dominant and he has been consistent. He took the SCW by storm last year when he made his debut, before going onto winning the SCW Adrenaline Championship and almost winning the World Heavyweight Championship. Shaun is a talented wrestler and I cannot take that away from him, nor would I try to. He will have an opinion of me and that is fine. I have my opinion of him as well. Shaun and I both have hunger in us and we have been touted as the future of this company. We have been labeled rising superstars and we have set fire to the wrestling world at various points in our careers. How do I see Shaun? It’s funny because I have never really sat down and thought about it. I know he and I have crossed paths a few times here and there, but never one on one and I haven’t exactly questioned myself in terms of Shaun Cruze. I can admit that when he first entered the SCW, I was jealous of the attention he was getting. I sat back and I was pissed off about him getting this and that, instead of trying to do get it myself. Jealously was an issue for sure, but an issue I am over. The way I see it, Shaun Cruze will win the SCW World title at least once or twice before the SCW closes its doors for good. Hell, I am sure that I will be rooting for him when that happens. He has a passion for this sport and he wants to succeed. You can see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. There is no denying that Shaun Cruze is a force to be reckoned with in this company and will be for quite some time. I would love to share that with him over the years, but I am not sticking around. All I have is the time we will share in the ring as we bring the house down in what will surely be a classic match on Friday Night Ammo. I am not going to give Shaun hell for apparently not having a personality, because you don’t need personality to win matches and championships. You just need skill and Shaun is superb in that regard. I am not going to give Shaun hell for being the hero, because there is nothing wrong with having morals and standing up against the guys who try to be bullies and things of that nature. I am a hero in the eyes of the fans and I don’t see anything wrong with it. And the whole riding his brother’s coat tails…that whole argument can suck a penis. What am I going to attack on Shaun? I will attack his limbs. I will attack his stomach. I will attack his face. I will attack any spot on his body that I can and I will not stop attacking until there is no more fight in me. I will pick at the scraps even when Shaun and I have beaten the hell out of one another. Two guys will enter the ring and they will beat on each other and do all they can to outdo the man across the ring. And at the end of it all, one man will be declared the winner, and if Shaun manages to beat me, he will still have my respect. This isn’t a match for a championship or a title shot. It is a match for the fans. It is a match that will be based on respect and that is all there is to it. [align=center]__________________________[/align] [align=center]…P R O M O T I M E… Life is what you make it, am I right? You can either do the right thing and live a fulfilling life or you can do the bad thing and live your life in misery. That is the way it goes. SCW fans, I have made some bad choices. I have done the bad thing over and over in my short lifetime, only to come to the realization that it isn’t what I want. I’ve spent so much time doing what others think is best for me, never really taking the time to ask myself…what do you want? And in terms of wrestling and the SCW, what I want to do now is give back to this world. I am going to bleed. I am going to sweat. I have done that a few times, but I am going to give more than I have ever given and it is for the SCW. The SCW gave me a platform to perform on. The SCW took notice of me when I was busting my ass, making jack shit on the independent scene. They brought me in and gave me a bigger stage and more money than I even know what to do with. The SCW and I have had our ups and downs like any relationship, but the SCW and I have come to an agreement. We are going to break up for good. But we are also going to enjoy the last few moments we will be able to spend together. One of them is coming up this Friday Night on Ammo. Shaun Cruze step right up…you’re next in line… I am not going to sit here and say that I am going to beat you, because I have no fucking clue. I am not a psychic. I am not some mind reader that can somehow see into the future. No, I am not going that route. What I am going to say is…life is what you make it Shaun and come Friday night, I am going to make your life a living hell. I don’t mean that in some evil way. I am going to make your life Hell inside of that ring out of respect. Now I am sure when you hear this, you will be scratching your head, telling yourself that that James Evans kid has really flipped his fucking rocker and that he needs to be in a mental asylum, sharing a padded room with Dillusion, instead of wrestling. That may be well and true, but I am not in an asylum. I am going to be in a wrestling ring against you. It isn’t for your championship, a belt I have held, gold I have tasted. And while I am in that wrestling ring, facing you, not for your U.S. title, I am going to make your life Hell. How? We have finally come to the answer to that question. I am going to torture you inside of that ring. I do not get tired. I do not quit. I keep going, fighting until I am blue in the face and the cows have come home. I am going to make you look good, Shaun. Better than you already are. You are a hell of a wrestler and a great United States Champion, but since winning that title, you haven’t been tested yet. You have faced the likes of Collin Cole and Justin Davis. Sure they are great competitors, but when pitted against you, people automatically assume that you are going to win. With us…with you and I…it is fifty/fifty. We are so good that this match is going to on forever and it damn well could. We could put on two Ironman matches in one night. Ammo will stay longer than usual, because you and I are just tearing the house down. That is the way I see it. This entire broadcast should be dedicated to our match. We should walk out right after the montage at the beginning and give the fans a die hard classic. It isn’t about winning for me, Shaun. Maybe it is for you, but it isn’t for me. Putting on wrestling clinics and getting the fans interested in the match, and the story we are telling is what matters to me. I am giving back. Keeping the fans glued to the product the SCW produces matters to me. It’s about giving back. I don’t need a championship. Hell, I am better without a championship. It weighs you down. It adds extra pressure and stress. Who needs that in life? Stress can drive you to an early grave. I am not in the mood for that. What I am in the mood for is putting my life on the line when the bell rings. Look into my eyes, Shaun and you will not see fear. You will see confidence. I have no reason to fear you or anyone else in that locker room. This is wrestling. There has to be a winner. That is the way it works. It is a very simple formula. And if it is in the stars for yours truly to lose, then so be it. I am going to make sure you earn it, Shaun. I am going to put you in a situation where you feel like your title is slipping away from you, just to make you fight me that much more and that much harder. You are going to be exhausted wrestling me. My endurance and stamina cannot be questioned. My tolerance for pain cannot be questioned. I can take everything you throw at me. I say that with confidence. Friday night, there will be a question and it will be if Shaun Cruze can take every thing that James Evans throws at him. The people from the boys in the back, to the fans and even the fuckers on commentary know that I can get a bit looney tunes. I can accept that. I enjoy the fight. It makes me feel alive when I am in that ring. Another question that will need to be answered is…how far will you and I go to pick up the win? We are both honorable men as well as competitors. But when we can’t put the other down permanently, then desperation and frustration will set in. Are you willing to torture me as I am willing to torture you, Shaun? I have no problem taking you to Hell and back. We may even stay for awhile. I am giving back to you Shaun. When I leave, I hope you continue climbing the ladder. I hope you become SCW World Heavyweight Champion. I hope you are recognized for your talents and not your lack of personality. I am going to go above and beyond Friday night, for you Shaun, to make sure the world never takes its eyes off of you again. To make sure the matchmakers here in SCW see as a top tier threat, the man to break through the glass ceiling through hard work and not by association. I am going to give you the best match of your career up to this point, Shaun, because I want you to be a strong champion. I want you to look as strong as possible going into your title defense against Gable Winchester. I won’t expect a thank you, my man. Let’s just go out there and give the fans a reason to notice the wrestling and not the Infamous turncoats and the contract disputes. I know you and I can do that and I know we will do that. I am ready to go as far as possible. I just hope you are Shaun, because I am not going to let up until this over and done with.[/align] [align=center]__________________________[/align] “So do you think you are going to be able to stick to this, James?” I look over my therapist, Dr. Charles Matheson. He is quite different than the therapist I’ve dealt with in my head. Dr. Charles. A beautiful woman that had an underage daughter, that I slept with. All in my head. I can understand why he is asking me this question, because I have spent the last few weeks conjuring up another story in my mind and succumbing to it like it is my actual reality. A story or a world, where my father had faked his death, hoping I would take over the family business that he had set up, which was pushing drugs. When I didn’t do that, my father returned from the grave so to speak and began to pursue me. I haven’t let it go any farther than that. I remember waking up one morning and telling myself I had had enough. I have grown tired of the negativity I surround myself with. Katelyn and her bullshit. Drinking. Trying to fucking kill myself. All of that crap. I am tired of it. I have been addicted to disaster for the better part of my life and it is time for me to do something else. To let life become my new addiction. I would rather take hits off of it every single day and enjoy myself, being high off of life. No more stories. No more escaping reality. This is it. This is all there is. Life and it has been waiting on my doorstep for me to embrace it with arms wide open. This is my chance. My one shot. I am going all the way. I reply, “I can appreciate why you are asking doc, and I can understand why you wouldn’t believe me, but I am not here to try and convince you that I am better. That I will be better and that I will stay that. I only have to convince myself. I’ve had some fucked up issues for the entire time you’ve been seeing me. Be it the drugs or the make believe fantasies I’ve lived, you’ve been there. I am done with it.” I watch him as he clicks his pen and begins to scribble away on his little notepad, noting everything I just said, like he has done for years and years. He then looks up at me and responds, “James, I have heard this all before, but for some reason, you always end up back here. It is like you cannot make your mind up on anything. You are so wishy washy that it isn’t even funny anymore. I want to believe you, James, but until I see some real improvement, I’m buying into it.” I lower my head for a few moments, gathering my thoughts before locking eyes with my doctor and replying, “You see, doc, I have never believed in myself until now. I have gone through heartache. I have felt more pain in the last few months then I think I have in my entire life, except for the exception of my grandfather’s death. That took a toll on me, but losing my girlfriend, the woman I believed to be the love of my life, killed me inside and out. I have been broken, doc, but here I am, still alive and kicking. I haven’t been able to believe it or buy into it until now.” He smirks, “You do know that this little change you are going through isn’t just going to happen over night. You aren’t going to be perfect by any means. You do realize that don’t you?” I nod, “I don’t want to be perfect. Perfection is just a concept. The only way I can believe in it is if I feel like I am the best me that I can be, doing things I enjoy to the best of my ability and enjoying my life. If I am still the same broken down, Emo kid, then no…I am never going to be perfect. I feel like a new man, who is becoming the perfect man that he has meant to become from day one.” He looks at me for a few moments, then takes a few more notes, before looking back up at me and saying, “Well…I guess we shall see how things go with you, James. I really do hope that this time is different than the others and that you can be the best you that you can be. That you want to be.” He stands up and extends his hand. I stand up as well, and return the gesture, keeping my eyes locked with him. I then reply, “I appreciate it doc. I won’t let either one of us down…” He cuts me off, “No. No…don’t worry about letting me down. Don’t do this…any of this for anyone else other than yourself. It’s your time now, James. Take advantage of every single second, because you never know how much time you have left.” He smirks, then walks past me, patting me on the shoulder, before leaving me alone in his office, floored by his choice of words. Words of value. Words of truth. Words that I tell myself I am going to hold onto for the rest of my life. I feel something happen to my face. Something that I want to happen every single second of every single day. I am smiling. I once again feel weightless, like I am floating high in the sky and the wind rushes through my fingertips. It’s a feeling I never want to lose. A feeling I won’t lose. [align=center]__________________________[/align] [align=center]…P R O M O T I M E… Here we are…in the final hours before Friday Night Ammo and the anticipation is at a fever pitch. Man, I can feel it in the air. It makes me feel so alive. Shaun Cruze and I are going to lock horns and it is going to steal the show. No other match on the card can touch us. The fans have been wanting to see it. The commentators have talked about it for the last few months and now the world will witness the present in it’s most perfect form. Shaun Cruze and I…we’ve been called the future for months now, but the thing is, we are getting the buzz now. We are changing things. All eyes are on us. If we are the future then the future is now ladies and gents and to be honest, after I am gone, I know that with Shaun Cruze leading the way, the future will never look brighter. These promos, Shaun, they are usually just words. We hype up matches. We can tear into one another and all that jazz, but you see, champ…what I have said to you, leading up to this match, matters. I mean what I say and I say what I mean. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t say it. I am not here to prove that I am better than you, because I am not. We are wrestlers. We do this because we love it. It isn’t about egos or championships. It is about being the best wrestlers that we can be. I told you that I am going to make you look stronger than ever going into Rise to Greatness and I wasn’t joking. I am going to struggle with you and I am going to make you pull things out of yourself that you never knew existed, because we both need it. I need you to be the absolute best that you can be this Friday night and then I am going to make you become even better. This match isn’t about Gable Winchester and his bullshit. It isn’t about who attacked me from behind. Like I said, it isn’t about the U.S. Championship you proudly wear. This is going to be about you and me, Shaun. That is all there is to it. If Gable wants to run out and try to fuck around with what will surely be an instant classic, then I will have the match stopped. I am not going to accept a win or a loss because some bozo who is going through a career resurgence can boost his ego by having more TV time. People like Gable think that they are bigger than the wrestling, but he isn’t. He is an insecure prick who needs an attitude adjustment. You and I know we aren’t bigger than the wrestling. That is what we stick to. Not the glitz and glamour. Gable Winchester doesn’t know anything about being a real man. Or being a real wrestler or a true champion. And that is why you are going to beat him Shaun. I know it in my heart of hearts that you will beat him on the biggest stage of them all and you will retain your United States Championship. But the fact of the matter is this, Shaun, with all due respect, before you get to Rise to Greatness, before you get to perform under those bright shining lights, you have to go through me. I am not Adam Allocco. I am not Collin Cole. I am not Justin Davis or Gable. I will fight you straight up, man to man, hold from hold. You will get better than my usual best this Friday night. You can guarantee it or watch it happen or whatever, but that is what you’re going to get. Like I said, I hope you’re ready…because if you’re not Shaun, I will eat you alive. For old time’s sake…class is in session, champ.[/align] |
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| Cruze | Jul 4 2012, 01:29 PM Post #3 |
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OOC - Been a pleasure bud, know we only had time for one promo each but reading yours and enjoying writing mine, I think we still made it worth it. Dunno if this is a storyline and your not leaving, or if you really are, but glad that I faced off against you one on one enjoy ALONE |
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