Post by FuZz on Jan 21, 2013 23:13:51 GMT -5
Prologue: The Reintroduction[/u]
Well hello there world... Did you miss me? I know you did and do not try to hide you unmistakable fear flowing through your veins now. It's been a rough couple of months for the Afterthought, and after deep soul searching, I've decided to make my return to the WGWF. At first I was weary of getting back into the ring, and lets be honest for a moment, these old bones don't bounce back like they once did. My body doesn't recover like it did when I was a wee pup in this business. The falls and slams have taken a toll and now I'm basically walking scar tissue. It's even hard for me to fathom getting back into the ring once again, but doctors be dammed. This is what I love to do. This is my life. This is all I've ever known. There isn't anything for me to fall back on.
I tried that whole retirement thing, and let us all be honest, it got boring after week two. Sure I enjoyed the freedom. Not having to get up early to train, then immediately jumping on a plane and flying to some shit hole city to preform in front of people who wouldn't know real talent if it mushroom stamped them in the forehead. They were there to watch me get broken and defeated. Yet time and time again I defied the masses. Then one day it just happened. The drive was gone. It fell by the wayside. In my mind never to return. My past had become a nothing more than memories. Memories that I fondly looked back upon, and even cracked a smile. There it was, my wrestling mortality... Nothing more than memories.
And would people remember me for what I was in the ring? Would they remember all of my accomplishments? Or would they look at me in rosé colored glasses? I know that in the minds of the fans I would never be Hall Of Fame worthy. Hell being a legend is out of the question. Yet in my down time I asked my self numerous times... Why? I've done more in this business than the like of some people put high up on a pedestal. I've dominated in three different eras, and yet nothing comes my way.
You could call me jaded. Or Jealous. I cannot deny those claims. You'd be right. I have every right to be jealous of those getting praise for doing far less than I. There were times where I've carried companies on my shoulders only for my accolades to be passed on to lesser talents. Times where when I was called upon just to get the newer guys over, only for them to flame out in mere weeks while I trudged on. I've been screwed out of opportunities left and right from people in positions of power. Yet for some reason I always came back. The reason wasn't ever for YOU, no matter how many times I said so. The reason was always for someone else. So someone else could get the glory. So I could be a stepping stone, a mere bump in the road for the next big thing. Well bitches this will be the first time that I come back for ME.
No longer will I be a stepping stone. No longer will I be looked over. No this time, no matter how broken my body, I have come back for myself. Ask anyone out there who they wouldn't want to face. You know the resound answer? A motivated FuZz. Why is that? Well simply put, no one can touch me in this business if that's the way I want it to be.
And yet isn't that a little bit sad? That even me at half motivated I can do everything I've done. The titles, the accolades, all done with me at half power. Imagine what I can do at full power. Hell I might have won the The Chamber, hell I might have won the Master of the Mat.
This time, it won't be could've. No, this time it will be. This time I will walk into the West Coast Rumble as just another name in the pot, and I will walk out the winner. Why? Is it because I'm better than everyone else? Or that my motivation is finally at its peak? Or is it because I've nothing left to lose or gain? It's actually all three rolled up into one perfect storm of a return to action.
There isn't a single name in the rumble that I even remotely fear. No a single soul that makes me doubt myself or my abilities. Instead here I am sitting on the beginning of a journey that can only take me one place. It is a place of destiny for myself, and the only thing I've longed for since walking through those doors last year...
The World Title. A launching pad for me to get where I rightfully deserve to be. Scoff at me all you want, but you know it's a fact that I should be there. Laugh in my face till your face turns blue, and just bet that I will laugh last. Sure my past doesn't bode well for me. I might just faded away after a week or two, but you can't help but think what is going to happen when I don't. When I'm here for the long haul. The title around my waist is just an inevitably. It can only work out one way for me... It has to.
This might be the last chance I get, and I'm not about to squander it waiting on the sidelines waiting for someone to hand pick me out of a lineup to get my shot. No, this time I will take what is mine by force. And still you say I have no claim to the title, and while you might be right, the fact is there is nothing you can do to stop me now. A man on a mission, is a man that cannot be derailed. I like to think my mission for the next year is to be at the top of the WGWF, and stay there for as long as my body will allow me to.
And if you've learned anything from this long diatribe, it's this.
I'm broken, I'm battered, but I'm not dead and that's the only way for you lowly bitches can stop me now.
Well hello there world... Did you miss me? I know you did and do not try to hide you unmistakable fear flowing through your veins now. It's been a rough couple of months for the Afterthought, and after deep soul searching, I've decided to make my return to the WGWF. At first I was weary of getting back into the ring, and lets be honest for a moment, these old bones don't bounce back like they once did. My body doesn't recover like it did when I was a wee pup in this business. The falls and slams have taken a toll and now I'm basically walking scar tissue. It's even hard for me to fathom getting back into the ring once again, but doctors be dammed. This is what I love to do. This is my life. This is all I've ever known. There isn't anything for me to fall back on.
I tried that whole retirement thing, and let us all be honest, it got boring after week two. Sure I enjoyed the freedom. Not having to get up early to train, then immediately jumping on a plane and flying to some shit hole city to preform in front of people who wouldn't know real talent if it mushroom stamped them in the forehead. They were there to watch me get broken and defeated. Yet time and time again I defied the masses. Then one day it just happened. The drive was gone. It fell by the wayside. In my mind never to return. My past had become a nothing more than memories. Memories that I fondly looked back upon, and even cracked a smile. There it was, my wrestling mortality... Nothing more than memories.
And would people remember me for what I was in the ring? Would they remember all of my accomplishments? Or would they look at me in rosé colored glasses? I know that in the minds of the fans I would never be Hall Of Fame worthy. Hell being a legend is out of the question. Yet in my down time I asked my self numerous times... Why? I've done more in this business than the like of some people put high up on a pedestal. I've dominated in three different eras, and yet nothing comes my way.
You could call me jaded. Or Jealous. I cannot deny those claims. You'd be right. I have every right to be jealous of those getting praise for doing far less than I. There were times where I've carried companies on my shoulders only for my accolades to be passed on to lesser talents. Times where when I was called upon just to get the newer guys over, only for them to flame out in mere weeks while I trudged on. I've been screwed out of opportunities left and right from people in positions of power. Yet for some reason I always came back. The reason wasn't ever for YOU, no matter how many times I said so. The reason was always for someone else. So someone else could get the glory. So I could be a stepping stone, a mere bump in the road for the next big thing. Well bitches this will be the first time that I come back for ME.
No longer will I be a stepping stone. No longer will I be looked over. No this time, no matter how broken my body, I have come back for myself. Ask anyone out there who they wouldn't want to face. You know the resound answer? A motivated FuZz. Why is that? Well simply put, no one can touch me in this business if that's the way I want it to be.
And yet isn't that a little bit sad? That even me at half motivated I can do everything I've done. The titles, the accolades, all done with me at half power. Imagine what I can do at full power. Hell I might have won the The Chamber, hell I might have won the Master of the Mat.
This time, it won't be could've. No, this time it will be. This time I will walk into the West Coast Rumble as just another name in the pot, and I will walk out the winner. Why? Is it because I'm better than everyone else? Or that my motivation is finally at its peak? Or is it because I've nothing left to lose or gain? It's actually all three rolled up into one perfect storm of a return to action.
There isn't a single name in the rumble that I even remotely fear. No a single soul that makes me doubt myself or my abilities. Instead here I am sitting on the beginning of a journey that can only take me one place. It is a place of destiny for myself, and the only thing I've longed for since walking through those doors last year...
The World Title. A launching pad for me to get where I rightfully deserve to be. Scoff at me all you want, but you know it's a fact that I should be there. Laugh in my face till your face turns blue, and just bet that I will laugh last. Sure my past doesn't bode well for me. I might just faded away after a week or two, but you can't help but think what is going to happen when I don't. When I'm here for the long haul. The title around my waist is just an inevitably. It can only work out one way for me... It has to.
This might be the last chance I get, and I'm not about to squander it waiting on the sidelines waiting for someone to hand pick me out of a lineup to get my shot. No, this time I will take what is mine by force. And still you say I have no claim to the title, and while you might be right, the fact is there is nothing you can do to stop me now. A man on a mission, is a man that cannot be derailed. I like to think my mission for the next year is to be at the top of the WGWF, and stay there for as long as my body will allow me to.
And if you've learned anything from this long diatribe, it's this.
I'm broken, I'm battered, but I'm not dead and that's the only way for you lowly bitches can stop me now.