Post by AlexK's Kalvacade on Apr 15, 2018 21:36:09 GMT -5
Everyone is trying to build a legacy, something they can leave behind for future generations. They all go about it different ways; some toil in the career they’ve chosen, working for years and gritting their teeth to provide for their family. They eventually come to the end of their career path, retire, and hope that they’ve built up enough wealth through things like 401k plans and Social Security that they never have to sweat through another day of work in their lives. Others go about things just a little differently; they’re gifted with so much talent that they don’t have to work quite as hard, or quite as long, as their peers, and they can chose to retire early if they so desire. They have that freedom, because they’re just that damn good.
James Raven is a talented wrestler, stunningly handsome, and just generally an amazing man...and it makes me sick. I came up in this business through the gritty underground tournaments, earning the respect of my peers the hard way...and James Raven just waltzes in with his pretty little face, impresses a few people, and gets the rocket strapped on him from the word go? It’s enough to drive a man insane...and so help me, it worked. I tried to be the nice guy in a world full of bloodthirsty sharks, and I was nearly consumed by them. I tried to be a man of reason, but this world only thrives on chaos. When all hope is lost, the best you can do is embrace chaos.
Everybody that watched me grow in this business has wondered the same thing since I made my return at the West Coast Rumble: what happened? Where did you go, Legion? Why did you disappear after that last short run you had, where you failed to make good on any of the promises you made? I wanted so badly to believe that I could make a difference in this business, in this world...I held out hope for change, and all I was given was a black eye and a swift kick to the ass. I failed the people that believed in me, but most of all I failed myself. I lost sight of my dreams, my beliefs...and that’s when I met the most tempting mistress of all, chaos. Oh, sweet Eris...what delight does your Discordia bring! Sweet, satisfying chaos to drown out your sorrows.
So where does James Raven fit into all this? Well, isn’t it obvious? Jimmy’s getting tired of being a professional wrestler these days. When the world hands you everything you could ever dream of, what’s left? What does Raven have left to prove? That’s why he’s doing this Legend vs Legends Tour, believers; he wants to prove to himself that he can go out on top of the world, just the same way he came in. I’m just here to throw a monkey wrench in his little plan. They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different result; considering the number of battles James and I have had over the years, and the fact I’ve yet to beat him...yeah, you could say I’m a little crazy. Aren’t we all a little crazy, though, when you get down to the nitty-gritty? What makes my crazy all that different from, say, a man who feels he needs to face a list of certain people to feel like he can leave the business on a high note? What exactly are you trying to prove, Jimmy?
I’m not like the other men you’ve faced on your little tour, Raven. I’m no Suntan Superman, I don’t need to prove that I am the real deal and not a fraud. I’m no Bigg Rigg, I don’t need to prove I still have the desire to be somebody again. Hell, I’m not exactly an Anarchist with some sort of itch to scratch. I don’t need to prove a damn thing to you, to the fans, or to the boys in the back...I’m doing this to finally put to rest the question that’s been burning in my skulls for years: what must I do to ground the Raven, forevermore?
Everyone wants to build a legacy, and mine has been forged in the fires of jealousy. For years I’ve watched as my contemporaries overshadowed my success, most of James Raven. In the XWF, he was the World Champion and future Hall of Famer, while I had to settle for three-time X-Treme Champion and the guy that can’t even beat Peter Gilmour. Don’t let that man know I mentioned him, please...I don’t want his head to get any bigger than it already is. You were the man that led the Prophecy to victory over my (Un)Stable, and I take full responsibility for that group never getting very far...but this is now strictly about you and me. You were the man that won accolades all around the world, whereas I had to settle for a reputation of a man who always fell just short. Enough is enough, and it’s time for a change.
I’ve done everything I could to knock you down a few pegs. Remember BCW, Jimmy? It’s okay if you don’t, hardly anyone else does. I was the one who made the deal that brought you in, because I wanted to keep an eye on you. That’s why I tried to recruit you to The Collective, to keep you in line of sight. It’s why I offered you a spot as a founding father to Fuerza Pro…I wanted you by my side, but only to make sure you didn’t get too ahead of yourself. Time and time again, you turned me down; no matter what I did, you turned your back on me. Everything I built up, you managed to tear down.
I’m coming for you, James Raven. I’m coming after everything you’ve ever built up over the years; every title you’ve won, every award you’ve earned, every ounce of respect you stole from me. You’ve had your moment to shine, and at WrestleWars I will get mine. I will take your joy away from you, just like I’ve had mine taken away all these years. I’ll take your pride, your peace, your hope…all gone in an instant. All you’ll be left with is chaos, just like me. You’ll learn to love it like I have. You’ll learn to embrace it.
And if that doesn’t work, somehow? If I can’t take away all these things, and leave you on your knees begging for mercy? If I can’t follow through on my promise this time, I clearly don’t have it in me anymore, and you have my permission to put me out of my misery. You can take me behind the shed and end it, because I won’t have the energy to keep fighting anymore. I’ve lost everything else I ever loved and hoped for, what’s one more thing? That’s what it boils down to, Raven; one last ride for one or both of us. Neither of us can walk out of this the same way we came in.
One of us is leaving WrestleWars on a stretcher, and as Chaos is my witness, it isn’t going to be me. Embrace the chaos…forevermore.
James Raven is a talented wrestler, stunningly handsome, and just generally an amazing man...and it makes me sick. I came up in this business through the gritty underground tournaments, earning the respect of my peers the hard way...and James Raven just waltzes in with his pretty little face, impresses a few people, and gets the rocket strapped on him from the word go? It’s enough to drive a man insane...and so help me, it worked. I tried to be the nice guy in a world full of bloodthirsty sharks, and I was nearly consumed by them. I tried to be a man of reason, but this world only thrives on chaos. When all hope is lost, the best you can do is embrace chaos.
Everybody that watched me grow in this business has wondered the same thing since I made my return at the West Coast Rumble: what happened? Where did you go, Legion? Why did you disappear after that last short run you had, where you failed to make good on any of the promises you made? I wanted so badly to believe that I could make a difference in this business, in this world...I held out hope for change, and all I was given was a black eye and a swift kick to the ass. I failed the people that believed in me, but most of all I failed myself. I lost sight of my dreams, my beliefs...and that’s when I met the most tempting mistress of all, chaos. Oh, sweet Eris...what delight does your Discordia bring! Sweet, satisfying chaos to drown out your sorrows.
So where does James Raven fit into all this? Well, isn’t it obvious? Jimmy’s getting tired of being a professional wrestler these days. When the world hands you everything you could ever dream of, what’s left? What does Raven have left to prove? That’s why he’s doing this Legend vs Legends Tour, believers; he wants to prove to himself that he can go out on top of the world, just the same way he came in. I’m just here to throw a monkey wrench in his little plan. They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different result; considering the number of battles James and I have had over the years, and the fact I’ve yet to beat him...yeah, you could say I’m a little crazy. Aren’t we all a little crazy, though, when you get down to the nitty-gritty? What makes my crazy all that different from, say, a man who feels he needs to face a list of certain people to feel like he can leave the business on a high note? What exactly are you trying to prove, Jimmy?
I’m not like the other men you’ve faced on your little tour, Raven. I’m no Suntan Superman, I don’t need to prove that I am the real deal and not a fraud. I’m no Bigg Rigg, I don’t need to prove I still have the desire to be somebody again. Hell, I’m not exactly an Anarchist with some sort of itch to scratch. I don’t need to prove a damn thing to you, to the fans, or to the boys in the back...I’m doing this to finally put to rest the question that’s been burning in my skulls for years: what must I do to ground the Raven, forevermore?
Everyone wants to build a legacy, and mine has been forged in the fires of jealousy. For years I’ve watched as my contemporaries overshadowed my success, most of James Raven. In the XWF, he was the World Champion and future Hall of Famer, while I had to settle for three-time X-Treme Champion and the guy that can’t even beat Peter Gilmour. Don’t let that man know I mentioned him, please...I don’t want his head to get any bigger than it already is. You were the man that led the Prophecy to victory over my (Un)Stable, and I take full responsibility for that group never getting very far...but this is now strictly about you and me. You were the man that won accolades all around the world, whereas I had to settle for a reputation of a man who always fell just short. Enough is enough, and it’s time for a change.
I’ve done everything I could to knock you down a few pegs. Remember BCW, Jimmy? It’s okay if you don’t, hardly anyone else does. I was the one who made the deal that brought you in, because I wanted to keep an eye on you. That’s why I tried to recruit you to The Collective, to keep you in line of sight. It’s why I offered you a spot as a founding father to Fuerza Pro…I wanted you by my side, but only to make sure you didn’t get too ahead of yourself. Time and time again, you turned me down; no matter what I did, you turned your back on me. Everything I built up, you managed to tear down.
I’m coming for you, James Raven. I’m coming after everything you’ve ever built up over the years; every title you’ve won, every award you’ve earned, every ounce of respect you stole from me. You’ve had your moment to shine, and at WrestleWars I will get mine. I will take your joy away from you, just like I’ve had mine taken away all these years. I’ll take your pride, your peace, your hope…all gone in an instant. All you’ll be left with is chaos, just like me. You’ll learn to love it like I have. You’ll learn to embrace it.
And if that doesn’t work, somehow? If I can’t take away all these things, and leave you on your knees begging for mercy? If I can’t follow through on my promise this time, I clearly don’t have it in me anymore, and you have my permission to put me out of my misery. You can take me behind the shed and end it, because I won’t have the energy to keep fighting anymore. I’ve lost everything else I ever loved and hoped for, what’s one more thing? That’s what it boils down to, Raven; one last ride for one or both of us. Neither of us can walk out of this the same way we came in.
One of us is leaving WrestleWars on a stretcher, and as Chaos is my witness, it isn’t going to be me. Embrace the chaos…forevermore.