Post by CBT on Aug 18, 2006 0:36:37 GMT -5
Superbrawl; The Most Stressful Time of the Year!
No Bullshit! Thats not my state of mind, but my personal agenda, going into Superbrawl IV. During a time I consider the most stressful of the year, I'm expected to give more then I have to a bunch of ungrateful bastards, and for what? A measly bonus on a small lump sum, of a paycheck? Forget It! Even on Christmas Day, It is said to be better, to give then receive. But what do I get this Sunday? A match with ZMaster? A few stips here or there? Being able to be in attendance, to see two men that have beat me, go at it for the richest prize you can achieve in this promotion...
I carry more stress on 1 night, then the 5 men combined in the double main event!
But it doesn't have to be like that. It doesn't. But It Is, and let me tell you why.
1 year ago, I was greatness. My stock was rising, my merchandise selling, the owners relied on me. The wrestler's, they looked up to me. The fans, they paid to see me wrestle. Whether it was on tour in the UK, or defending my International title. I was proving myself to be, exactly what I bill myself as. The Current Big Thing. But then the tide turned.
Some people call Superbrawl, the biggest show you can be a part of in the WFWF. But it was last year, my match proved, being a part of it is like being a part of a hit. Once the hit's been done, its done. There is no talk about it, and people go on with there life. Whats in the past stays there. Water under the bridge. But I'm a fucking Champion. I've paid my due, forgot my family, and been there for this company. So the obvious answer is, job him out of the title to a golden boy, because he's no for sure champion. WFWF took the belt off of me, not because I wasn't the better man, but because Ray Smith was a go-to-man of Johnny Michaels, and he was a sure thing to be a part of WFWF. While me, my contract was up, and the belt still around my waist. If I didn't lose I could be sued, but theres also my reasoning for giving up what was dear to me. I will never reveal that, and for that, I will always be scarred by Superbrawl.
But another year passes, and with that thought, I can right all wrongs. I can prove my worth, against a worthy Veteran, In a match billed on pure hatred. I really shouldn't dwell in the past. But what better way to pave my future then this Sunday. I can reverse the curse of sorts, because the decks are stacked against me. I'm not the odds on favorite, but far from the underdog. As I step into a conflicted ring, with a turn-abouts fair play opponent, in a match that won't end in traditional fashion.
The Stress is already on me, what more could I lose?
Its a hot summer's night in Syracuse, NY. Home of WFWF Wrestler, Tha CBT. There hasn't been any rain in weeks, and the humidity is a killer. At 90+, to much exposure to the heat can be fatal to any man or woman.
But word has it CBT has been frequently sighted, training around the city for his big match with ZMaster. From sparring in a 100+ degree, hole in the wall gyms. To running track at Fowler High. Nothing pretty, by all means, CBT is preparing himself mentally for a long grueling fight. But one thing that stands out is CBT's conditioning. He is dressed in the traditional track pants, with a white tee covering his sweat glistened chest. But he looks calm, cool, and collective. Not out of breathe or exhausted by the otherwise intolerable training. He resembles the type of athletic specimen that you see few and far between. Fully permissible to train beyond a normal man's human conditioning. He appears ready. But then he stops and collapses to his knees, after the last lap around the track. His face down. Was his youth and confidence, what brought him this far? He leans back up, shouting something incoherently. He grasps a water bottle near a bench a few feet away. He takes a sip, crawls up to the bench and gets one of the wet towels placed on the bench, and puts it over his sweaty head. He takes another sip of water.
CBT: You know I hate it, but they say, "Over Confidence Won't Win You a Match." I believe that is true, because I come into match after match with ZMaster thinking I got him beat, and he pulls a hat out of a rabbit on me every time. But thats fine. Because I also know losing builds character.
But I'm not the lamb being sent to the slaughter house, so why should I go into this match, with my head hung low? I'm not the young man I once was when ZMaster was calling the shots in this promotion. Nor am I the green wrestler that work his way up to mid-card status, when ZMaster reigned supreme, as WFWF Champion. So why is it I'm the underdog in a fight I made? a challenge I put out? Was it not me that threw the 1st punch? If I didn't know better, you'd think I'm fighting on behalf of the fans, against a unstoppable, monster of a man. But I plead the 5th. I don't respect these people, and the respect I once had for ZMaster is all but a hangover I have overcame and have learned to live without.
So I guess my question is, why is that I'm always the David to some Goliath?
Whether it be Slayer or Obo, Kyzer or Josh, Drakz or ZMaster, Why is the image filtered that I am that of the likes of a Christian fed to the lions? and not as the true lion picking his teeth, that I truly represent myself as being?
CBT takes a breathe, his face is now turning red, not from heat exhaustion but anger. His confident grin has now turned to a evil, negative, scowl. He take a long sip from the bottle of water he has. Before pouring it over his head, he then turns his focuse back to us.
CBT: Ok, maybe I don't want a answer. Or maybe I just feel the fans, aswell as the boys in the locker room, don't deserve to have a answer neither. Its really laughable to me. I once was a WFWF fan, ordering the PPVs, watching the weekly Code Red and Hybrid. I was a fan of that. But now I am that. So I guess I expect to much from the promotion I once loved like the girl that gave her virginity to me. The event I once anticipated like the birth of my nephew and niece. The match that should be as important to me as life itself.
Maybe my match with ZMaster, does have relevance to me. Maybe going the distance with a guy like ZMaster sheds a tad bit of importance to me. Maybe I want my hand raised. I want it worse then a title shot at the Intergalactic Spaceman belt. But for the most dubious reasons.
I'm looking for self gratitude. Not the self confidence I've embroiled and developed in the 2 years I've been here. But a sense of importance. A feel of accomplishment. One I haven't felt since that fateful Superbrawl Night almost a year ago.
CBT Briefly stops mid-speech, he's as calm as he's ever been. Somewhat taken, his voice neither sounds riled nor confident. He opens a new bottle of water, taking a sip, then setting back down on the bench.
CBT: The feeling of emptiness, of unimportance has weakened me. I'm still confident as ever. Ready as ever. I have prepared myself in every craft of the trade. But this Sunday, against the one and only ZMaster. It will be my only chance to nut up or shut the fuck up. There will be no 2nd chance. There will be no rematch. There will be a winner, and I need to prove to the fans, aswell as the boys. That on the biggest night of them all. I was the better man against a true challenge.
No more falling back on my TV title reign, or my International title reign, or my win over Slayer.. This is a new year and a new era. Its now time for me to step up and show that I belong in it. If I don't, I just aswell be forgotten, left to rot in a grave.
Scene fades out with CBT standing up, and beginning more laps around the track. covered in sweat, he's far from ready physically, today. But by Sunday, ZMaster will have a whole different man to worry about, and from the sounds of it. So will the WFWF roster.
No Bullshit! Thats not my state of mind, but my personal agenda, going into Superbrawl IV. During a time I consider the most stressful of the year, I'm expected to give more then I have to a bunch of ungrateful bastards, and for what? A measly bonus on a small lump sum, of a paycheck? Forget It! Even on Christmas Day, It is said to be better, to give then receive. But what do I get this Sunday? A match with ZMaster? A few stips here or there? Being able to be in attendance, to see two men that have beat me, go at it for the richest prize you can achieve in this promotion...
I carry more stress on 1 night, then the 5 men combined in the double main event!
But it doesn't have to be like that. It doesn't. But It Is, and let me tell you why.
1 year ago, I was greatness. My stock was rising, my merchandise selling, the owners relied on me. The wrestler's, they looked up to me. The fans, they paid to see me wrestle. Whether it was on tour in the UK, or defending my International title. I was proving myself to be, exactly what I bill myself as. The Current Big Thing. But then the tide turned.
Some people call Superbrawl, the biggest show you can be a part of in the WFWF. But it was last year, my match proved, being a part of it is like being a part of a hit. Once the hit's been done, its done. There is no talk about it, and people go on with there life. Whats in the past stays there. Water under the bridge. But I'm a fucking Champion. I've paid my due, forgot my family, and been there for this company. So the obvious answer is, job him out of the title to a golden boy, because he's no for sure champion. WFWF took the belt off of me, not because I wasn't the better man, but because Ray Smith was a go-to-man of Johnny Michaels, and he was a sure thing to be a part of WFWF. While me, my contract was up, and the belt still around my waist. If I didn't lose I could be sued, but theres also my reasoning for giving up what was dear to me. I will never reveal that, and for that, I will always be scarred by Superbrawl.
But another year passes, and with that thought, I can right all wrongs. I can prove my worth, against a worthy Veteran, In a match billed on pure hatred. I really shouldn't dwell in the past. But what better way to pave my future then this Sunday. I can reverse the curse of sorts, because the decks are stacked against me. I'm not the odds on favorite, but far from the underdog. As I step into a conflicted ring, with a turn-abouts fair play opponent, in a match that won't end in traditional fashion.
The Stress is already on me, what more could I lose?
Its a hot summer's night in Syracuse, NY. Home of WFWF Wrestler, Tha CBT. There hasn't been any rain in weeks, and the humidity is a killer. At 90+, to much exposure to the heat can be fatal to any man or woman.
But word has it CBT has been frequently sighted, training around the city for his big match with ZMaster. From sparring in a 100+ degree, hole in the wall gyms. To running track at Fowler High. Nothing pretty, by all means, CBT is preparing himself mentally for a long grueling fight. But one thing that stands out is CBT's conditioning. He is dressed in the traditional track pants, with a white tee covering his sweat glistened chest. But he looks calm, cool, and collective. Not out of breathe or exhausted by the otherwise intolerable training. He resembles the type of athletic specimen that you see few and far between. Fully permissible to train beyond a normal man's human conditioning. He appears ready. But then he stops and collapses to his knees, after the last lap around the track. His face down. Was his youth and confidence, what brought him this far? He leans back up, shouting something incoherently. He grasps a water bottle near a bench a few feet away. He takes a sip, crawls up to the bench and gets one of the wet towels placed on the bench, and puts it over his sweaty head. He takes another sip of water.
CBT: You know I hate it, but they say, "Over Confidence Won't Win You a Match." I believe that is true, because I come into match after match with ZMaster thinking I got him beat, and he pulls a hat out of a rabbit on me every time. But thats fine. Because I also know losing builds character.
But I'm not the lamb being sent to the slaughter house, so why should I go into this match, with my head hung low? I'm not the young man I once was when ZMaster was calling the shots in this promotion. Nor am I the green wrestler that work his way up to mid-card status, when ZMaster reigned supreme, as WFWF Champion. So why is it I'm the underdog in a fight I made? a challenge I put out? Was it not me that threw the 1st punch? If I didn't know better, you'd think I'm fighting on behalf of the fans, against a unstoppable, monster of a man. But I plead the 5th. I don't respect these people, and the respect I once had for ZMaster is all but a hangover I have overcame and have learned to live without.
So I guess my question is, why is that I'm always the David to some Goliath?
Whether it be Slayer or Obo, Kyzer or Josh, Drakz or ZMaster, Why is the image filtered that I am that of the likes of a Christian fed to the lions? and not as the true lion picking his teeth, that I truly represent myself as being?
CBT takes a breathe, his face is now turning red, not from heat exhaustion but anger. His confident grin has now turned to a evil, negative, scowl. He take a long sip from the bottle of water he has. Before pouring it over his head, he then turns his focuse back to us.
CBT: Ok, maybe I don't want a answer. Or maybe I just feel the fans, aswell as the boys in the locker room, don't deserve to have a answer neither. Its really laughable to me. I once was a WFWF fan, ordering the PPVs, watching the weekly Code Red and Hybrid. I was a fan of that. But now I am that. So I guess I expect to much from the promotion I once loved like the girl that gave her virginity to me. The event I once anticipated like the birth of my nephew and niece. The match that should be as important to me as life itself.
Maybe my match with ZMaster, does have relevance to me. Maybe going the distance with a guy like ZMaster sheds a tad bit of importance to me. Maybe I want my hand raised. I want it worse then a title shot at the Intergalactic Spaceman belt. But for the most dubious reasons.
I'm looking for self gratitude. Not the self confidence I've embroiled and developed in the 2 years I've been here. But a sense of importance. A feel of accomplishment. One I haven't felt since that fateful Superbrawl Night almost a year ago.
CBT Briefly stops mid-speech, he's as calm as he's ever been. Somewhat taken, his voice neither sounds riled nor confident. He opens a new bottle of water, taking a sip, then setting back down on the bench.
CBT: The feeling of emptiness, of unimportance has weakened me. I'm still confident as ever. Ready as ever. I have prepared myself in every craft of the trade. But this Sunday, against the one and only ZMaster. It will be my only chance to nut up or shut the fuck up. There will be no 2nd chance. There will be no rematch. There will be a winner, and I need to prove to the fans, aswell as the boys. That on the biggest night of them all. I was the better man against a true challenge.
No more falling back on my TV title reign, or my International title reign, or my win over Slayer.. This is a new year and a new era. Its now time for me to step up and show that I belong in it. If I don't, I just aswell be forgotten, left to rot in a grave.
Scene fades out with CBT standing up, and beginning more laps around the track. covered in sweat, he's far from ready physically, today. But by Sunday, ZMaster will have a whole different man to worry about, and from the sounds of it. So will the WFWF roster.
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