Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 12:27:49 GMT -5
"Tony, remember when I told you about my past?”
“Yeah man, what about it?”
“I think it's time they knew about me and my past.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“One hundred percent.”
“Okay...”
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The Early Years
I'm sitting in my recliner, it creaks as I rock back and forth. I stop rocking, reach my arm out to the right grab a coke that is sitting there and take a drink then lean back.
“I was born on January 17th, 1989, I lived in a small quiet, town in northeast Indiana called Howe. It was filled with no more than five-hundred people, and it had a lot of Amish that lived there. It wasn't much of a town, there really wasn't anything to do. We were a happy family, for the first five years at least. After those first five years everything changed. My dad started drinking and getting in fights with my mom. Every night they would fight. At first it was over big things, like forgetting to get something checked on the car, or forgetting to go to the bank. After a few years of that however it went to small things. Things like forgetting to take out the trash, or not putting dishes and things away when my mom asked him too. That is when I started acting out. I was about nine at that time and I had made a few friends. I would go into town from the country ranch house we lived in and meet up with them. I stayed out all night, got into trouble and I didn't care. I was having fun, there was chaos at my house so I figured why not cause chaos in town? At first I did it for fun, just to get into trouble, I liked getting into trouble, it was my release. But then as I got older I not only did it for trouble, but I did it to get attention. Hell my mom and dad weren't giving me attention so I figured if I do bad things long enough I would get there attention and I did. It wasn't much though, I would do something like shoplift something small, they would hear about it and talk to me, tell me not to do it and that was it. They wouldn't ground me, punish me, nothing. That is what really got to me believe it or not. They wouldn't do a damn thing no matter how bad it was, why? Because all that they cared about was fighting. Fighting over this, fighting over that. It pissed me off, I even got so mad I hit my dad once. I found it enjoyable honestly. It made me happy because I finally got a big release of frustration out on him. That was when I was fifteen, and after I did that, he left and my mom wanted to put me in the military school that was in the town. I put up a fight, refused, ran away at times just to avoid going there, eventually my mom gave in and I didn't have to go. Things got a little better after that. My mother and I started to get a long a little but it all went downhill again after my dad wanted back in my life. I got pissed off and left after I graduated high school. I traveled around the state, going to different gyms, trying to find places to train and I stumbled across a training gym in Lafayette, Indiana where I could learn the art of wrestling. I experienced with that for a little bit and I found what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to do some form of wrestling, whether it was professional or using wrestling skills in an octagon. I went to a dojo specializing in multiple forms of fighting and that is where I learned my fighting and some of my submission skills, thus began my wrestling career."
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Pursuit of Wrestling
I lean forward in my creaky recliner again to grab a drink from my coke and I lean back again as I smirk.
“After I finished training I went and traveled all over across the United States, working my way in and out of various promotions, mostly indy promotions, winning World Titles as I went. But one day I stumbled across a promotion named XWA, ran by some Englishman named Diamond Jack Sabbath. I wasn't sure about it at first, but I talked to him for a couple weeks and I got my first big break working in the XWA. I had a few matches, won a couple had a big match vs a XWA Legend and after that I had to take a hiatus or a while. I came back with a vengeance just recently, won my first match back, but lost the second which was a title match. No matter though because this lead me to where I am at today, here in the WFWF. I learned about this promotion from a few people in the XWA. I checked it out, I liked it and although I did technically lose my first match, I never got pinned which pissed me off. No matter though because I get a second chance, which I won't squander.”
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Present Day
I take one last sip of my coke, set down the empty can and give a smirk.
“That brings me to this week. I lost last week in a bullcrap way by not getting pinned. No worries though as I will get my chance at a chance to get the National Title, you can believe that. But this week I team with the other Axel in this company, just reverse the e and l to take on The so called “Manly Man” in Stan the wannabe McMann, and the person who got pinned in the triple threat last week, Shapiro. I believe myself and Thornstowe will prevail in this match, simply because I won't succumb to the so called Manly Man, he can claim he's manly all he wants. We all know though people who brag about it usually can't back it up so I'll be looking for him to trip up at some point in this match, I mean look at how he won last week, he had to have a distraction to hit his finisher on the man I team with tonight. I won't be that easily distracted though so Stan can't pull that trick on me and I don't expect him to even come close to hitting his finisher on myself or Axel. Then we have Shapiro, he is the one that made me lose that match last week and hell he made Axel lose his match as well, as far as I'm concerned Shapiro is a marked man. I should be in that National Title match also that DJS got, and make no mistake I will get my chance whether I beat it out of someone or I take it. So tonight, when we get in that ring, and Thornstowe and I go face to face with McMann and Shapiro it will be me, hitting the Vertebreaker followed by the Phoenix Splash to finish off one of them, and I can only hope that it is Shapiro.
I get up out of my chair that creaks loudly this time as it rocks back and forth hard before the camera fades out.
“Yeah man, what about it?”
“I think it's time they knew about me and my past.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“One hundred percent.”
“Okay...”
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The Early Years
I'm sitting in my recliner, it creaks as I rock back and forth. I stop rocking, reach my arm out to the right grab a coke that is sitting there and take a drink then lean back.
“I was born on January 17th, 1989, I lived in a small quiet, town in northeast Indiana called Howe. It was filled with no more than five-hundred people, and it had a lot of Amish that lived there. It wasn't much of a town, there really wasn't anything to do. We were a happy family, for the first five years at least. After those first five years everything changed. My dad started drinking and getting in fights with my mom. Every night they would fight. At first it was over big things, like forgetting to get something checked on the car, or forgetting to go to the bank. After a few years of that however it went to small things. Things like forgetting to take out the trash, or not putting dishes and things away when my mom asked him too. That is when I started acting out. I was about nine at that time and I had made a few friends. I would go into town from the country ranch house we lived in and meet up with them. I stayed out all night, got into trouble and I didn't care. I was having fun, there was chaos at my house so I figured why not cause chaos in town? At first I did it for fun, just to get into trouble, I liked getting into trouble, it was my release. But then as I got older I not only did it for trouble, but I did it to get attention. Hell my mom and dad weren't giving me attention so I figured if I do bad things long enough I would get there attention and I did. It wasn't much though, I would do something like shoplift something small, they would hear about it and talk to me, tell me not to do it and that was it. They wouldn't ground me, punish me, nothing. That is what really got to me believe it or not. They wouldn't do a damn thing no matter how bad it was, why? Because all that they cared about was fighting. Fighting over this, fighting over that. It pissed me off, I even got so mad I hit my dad once. I found it enjoyable honestly. It made me happy because I finally got a big release of frustration out on him. That was when I was fifteen, and after I did that, he left and my mom wanted to put me in the military school that was in the town. I put up a fight, refused, ran away at times just to avoid going there, eventually my mom gave in and I didn't have to go. Things got a little better after that. My mother and I started to get a long a little but it all went downhill again after my dad wanted back in my life. I got pissed off and left after I graduated high school. I traveled around the state, going to different gyms, trying to find places to train and I stumbled across a training gym in Lafayette, Indiana where I could learn the art of wrestling. I experienced with that for a little bit and I found what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to do some form of wrestling, whether it was professional or using wrestling skills in an octagon. I went to a dojo specializing in multiple forms of fighting and that is where I learned my fighting and some of my submission skills, thus began my wrestling career."
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Pursuit of Wrestling
I lean forward in my creaky recliner again to grab a drink from my coke and I lean back again as I smirk.
“After I finished training I went and traveled all over across the United States, working my way in and out of various promotions, mostly indy promotions, winning World Titles as I went. But one day I stumbled across a promotion named XWA, ran by some Englishman named Diamond Jack Sabbath. I wasn't sure about it at first, but I talked to him for a couple weeks and I got my first big break working in the XWA. I had a few matches, won a couple had a big match vs a XWA Legend and after that I had to take a hiatus or a while. I came back with a vengeance just recently, won my first match back, but lost the second which was a title match. No matter though because this lead me to where I am at today, here in the WFWF. I learned about this promotion from a few people in the XWA. I checked it out, I liked it and although I did technically lose my first match, I never got pinned which pissed me off. No matter though because I get a second chance, which I won't squander.”
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Present Day
I take one last sip of my coke, set down the empty can and give a smirk.
“That brings me to this week. I lost last week in a bullcrap way by not getting pinned. No worries though as I will get my chance at a chance to get the National Title, you can believe that. But this week I team with the other Axel in this company, just reverse the e and l to take on The so called “Manly Man” in Stan the wannabe McMann, and the person who got pinned in the triple threat last week, Shapiro. I believe myself and Thornstowe will prevail in this match, simply because I won't succumb to the so called Manly Man, he can claim he's manly all he wants. We all know though people who brag about it usually can't back it up so I'll be looking for him to trip up at some point in this match, I mean look at how he won last week, he had to have a distraction to hit his finisher on the man I team with tonight. I won't be that easily distracted though so Stan can't pull that trick on me and I don't expect him to even come close to hitting his finisher on myself or Axel. Then we have Shapiro, he is the one that made me lose that match last week and hell he made Axel lose his match as well, as far as I'm concerned Shapiro is a marked man. I should be in that National Title match also that DJS got, and make no mistake I will get my chance whether I beat it out of someone or I take it. So tonight, when we get in that ring, and Thornstowe and I go face to face with McMann and Shapiro it will be me, hitting the Vertebreaker followed by the Phoenix Splash to finish off one of them, and I can only hope that it is Shapiro.
I get up out of my chair that creaks loudly this time as it rocks back and forth hard before the camera fades out.
