Post by davidwayne13 on Apr 25, 2024 13:24:09 GMT -5
New Edge Wrestling. What could I say other than my time there hasn't been what I had hoped. I did something necessary. Not only did I not use my influence to gain an advantage over everybody else, but I've officially dropped the Morbid Wolf nickname as my identity.
There are only a handful of people who have gotten to know the real me. The me when I'm not in defense mode, hiding my true intentions. It's one of those rare Scorpio tendencies you don't know you're apart of, but that's what makes it so special.
My return got over shadowed, and that's nobodies fault but my own. Timing doesn't always go the way you want it too. But upon hearing that New Edge Wrestling was going on a brief hiatus I figured it was time to take the next step in my evolution and do what was necessary. I could no longer hide behind my defense mechanism, and that's why I dropped the Morbid Wolf as apart of my wrestling identity. If you want to know the real me, you're now getting your chance.
To be fair as well, the simple reality is my decision is the beginning of the downward spiral that will set into motion my eventual retirement much to the delight, and detriment of others. But that's not for another six years. The allure, and mystery will be gone. I'm 44 now. Realistically, I've got to strike while the iron is hot. I can be at my very best. Leave a legacy that is not tarnished by my own foolishness.
12:52 Eastern Time
I'm sitting in the airport, and my cell phone is almost at a full charge. I feel myself nodding in and out as I'm taking a plane from Pittsburgh to Las Vegas. I got my brother Daniel a job as a door man at the New York location of the Velvet Rabbit, and I'm sure he was killing it. I just heard the news that I have a lay over of three hours. That means I'll be arriving in Vegas late tonight. I have to work the door tonight. Then set myself with a penthouse suite at one of the many luxurious hotels in the area. Thinking to myself is fine but I was thinking out loud as well. Or maybe that was me being self conscious.
Apparently, now my cell phone is charged. I'm sitting here with my new wrestling gear, as well as sending my new entrance music, and trons. I had another elaborate idea but last time those plans fell through so this time I've learned from it again. It's toned down but now I'm keeping it themed, or trying it at least.
The sound emanating from the keyboard on my phone sounded like it was echoing throughout my little section of the airport. My nerves leading up to something have never been this bad. I'd get through it. I always did.
"Bear, (the nickname for my fiancé Katie) I'm going to be stuck at the airport all night so you'll have to meet me at the Velvet Rabbit in Vegas. I do have to work the door but after my shift ends we'll have a late date night."
I can feel myself smiling, and this is one of those times I don't feel sheepish over it. I must look like I'm bored, and holy fuck does it show. Time to call myself a lyft. Up for a very boring wait so WGWF the next time you see me hopefully will be across the ring from you.
There are only a handful of people who have gotten to know the real me. The me when I'm not in defense mode, hiding my true intentions. It's one of those rare Scorpio tendencies you don't know you're apart of, but that's what makes it so special.
My return got over shadowed, and that's nobodies fault but my own. Timing doesn't always go the way you want it too. But upon hearing that New Edge Wrestling was going on a brief hiatus I figured it was time to take the next step in my evolution and do what was necessary. I could no longer hide behind my defense mechanism, and that's why I dropped the Morbid Wolf as apart of my wrestling identity. If you want to know the real me, you're now getting your chance.
To be fair as well, the simple reality is my decision is the beginning of the downward spiral that will set into motion my eventual retirement much to the delight, and detriment of others. But that's not for another six years. The allure, and mystery will be gone. I'm 44 now. Realistically, I've got to strike while the iron is hot. I can be at my very best. Leave a legacy that is not tarnished by my own foolishness.
12:52 Eastern Time
I'm sitting in the airport, and my cell phone is almost at a full charge. I feel myself nodding in and out as I'm taking a plane from Pittsburgh to Las Vegas. I got my brother Daniel a job as a door man at the New York location of the Velvet Rabbit, and I'm sure he was killing it. I just heard the news that I have a lay over of three hours. That means I'll be arriving in Vegas late tonight. I have to work the door tonight. Then set myself with a penthouse suite at one of the many luxurious hotels in the area. Thinking to myself is fine but I was thinking out loud as well. Or maybe that was me being self conscious.
Apparently, now my cell phone is charged. I'm sitting here with my new wrestling gear, as well as sending my new entrance music, and trons. I had another elaborate idea but last time those plans fell through so this time I've learned from it again. It's toned down but now I'm keeping it themed, or trying it at least.
The sound emanating from the keyboard on my phone sounded like it was echoing throughout my little section of the airport. My nerves leading up to something have never been this bad. I'd get through it. I always did.
"Bear, (the nickname for my fiancé Katie) I'm going to be stuck at the airport all night so you'll have to meet me at the Velvet Rabbit in Vegas. I do have to work the door but after my shift ends we'll have a late date night."
I can feel myself smiling, and this is one of those times I don't feel sheepish over it. I must look like I'm bored, and holy fuck does it show. Time to call myself a lyft. Up for a very boring wait so WGWF the next time you see me hopefully will be across the ring from you.