Post by TFP on Oct 21, 2008 16:47:56 GMT -4
The blue sky begins to fade into its inverted color with various light and dark shades accompanying it. As the orange, yellow and red glows bounce off the earth and enter every single house facing the west, people are greeted with the warmth that will soon disappear in a few minutes. The sunset is a beautiful thing to sit and watch, but some people take this daily happening for granted and pull their window blinds down, shielding themselves from it because it annoys them for putting the dreaded glare on their television screens. Some people find comfort in the sunsets, letting their stress and angst be taken with the light and let their selves become a calm and relaxed human being during the hours of the night.
Jesse stands on the balcony of his hotel, resting his arms on the ledge of it. The sun is on the horizon, giving a limited amount of light to the people of this city. Although darkness falls behind him, the brightest light given in the day is at his forefront. This is one of the many sunsets that Jesse has stood and watched this week, hoping to tranquil his inner self before the big clash against William Rodney Mercy. Sunsets to Jesse are just the calm before the storm. While everything seems pretty and perfect today, it could take an ugly turn for the worse tomorrow. From warmth that livens up your skin to bitter cold that eats at your flesh, the transformations that are bound to happen are going to be a horrible inversion of what’s presently seen and felt.
Warmth is often defined as red, orange and yellow – the appearance and color of fire. When you accidentally touched the hot iron stove back when you were younger, the color of the glow you touched was immediately identified as warm and painful. At times, warmth can be good for you, and the color red isn’t that much of a bastard, either. Sunlight – you grow to love it over something freezing like snow. You would rather the red over the blue, the orange over the teal, and the yellow over aqua. You respect it and then when it comes to you, you’ll never want to let it go and slip between your fingers.
A drag, isn’t it?
Sunlight is like your blood, the sky is your veins. When the light leaves the sky, you feel cold inside and cold outside. When blood leaves your veins, you feel cold inside and cold outside. The two relate a lot to one another and color is hardly the reason why. Every punch to the nose is like a rain cloud that moves in overhead. A flush of coldness runs through your body, from head to toe. You shake in weakness, squeeze your hands to get the blood flowing and to be at the lukewarm temperature that made you calm – but it’s too late, the job isn’t getting done. You lost too much blood, son. You lost too much blood. There are a few options you have, then.
One – you can keep on moving, be a man and let the cold bite at you, eating each and every skin-cell off of your body. A little pain isn’t going to hurt anybody, and hey, while you’re a little chilly – why not do something when numbness takes over? You’re not going to get anything lost returned to you, count on it.
Two – give up. Simply throw your hands in the air, drop on your knees, close your eyes and fall face first on the ground. The white flag doesn’t even have to be waved in the air for this one; just announce your defeat with a simple action that requires a lot of guts. If you want the warmth that bad, you’ll probably do that; but you should also be aware that the sun rises every day – meaning choice two is useless.
But don’t let my opinion change your mind, you have a brain of your own and you should be grown up enough to make decisions by yourself. Despite how much warm blood Jesse is to lose in the ring against William Rodney Mercy at Legends Reborn, he won’t let the bitter cold eat at him. As you’re well aware of, Jesse hails from a cold country, otherwise known as Canada, so he’s generally used to temperatures below zero. Mercy, however, is a little Californian boy who isn’t used to standing on the other side of the world. How he will react to the cold is quite a wonder, but it will most likely lead to his downfall.
“Days before the scheduled match, the participants usually would talk smack about the other person or people that they are wrestling against and I’ll be no different. Mercy brought this upon himself, and so I’m going to explain to him how he did. As we all know, William has had an illustrious career from XVE, SDE and W2K. After reaching the point of success in all three companies, he has decided to move onto different wrestling companies after accomplishing it all there. So a couple of years ago when FWA made its inception on the wrestling circuit, he came here with a lot to give and in his hopes – a lot to get. With intentions on becoming Fans Wrestling Alliance’s top wrestler since he arrived, we are now coming to the conclusion that William, has indeed, failed in achieving that. Let’s face it, I don’t care who you are or where you go – if you don’t get your goal complete in the first year or a little bit after, you have no hopes in the future. You fall under that category, William – you failed. Face the facts and welcome yourself to reality, man. So when you issued that challenge to Ryan Cain about a month or so ago, I had the gut feeling that I had to do something about your ego-drive. Honestly, look in the mirror – you only care about yourself. That’s why you got so mad when I stepped up to the challenge before Ryan, or anybody else, could. You weren’t too happy about that and that’s because you view me as nobody. While that may be true at the moment, each and every week it is becoming an insult that is weaker and weaker. Proving the doubters wrong by achieving things that they could not imagine, I’m making myself become one of the best athletes to ever debut in Fans Wrestling Alliance in recent time. In 2006, we had David Johnson debut in FWA and become the best World Champion. In 2007, we had Deus debut in FWA and become a multi-time Reckless Champion not to mention a World Champion – probably becoming superstar of the year. In 2008, I made my official debut in FWA. Last year’s stint can’t quite count – I was a tag team wrestler wrestling a limited amount of matches, not a singles competitor making a breakthrough. Besides, I was only around for what? One... two... three months? Something like that. So far, I’ve been proven to be a genuine competitor – and you’ll find out just why I’m given so much praise lately, Mercy.”
Unfortunately for William, he has already had a brush with this genuine competitor inside of Jesse and he has even admitted to being a bit terrified by what Jesse had done. You know, spitting in your face hurts, but it’s going to hurt a Hell of a lot worse when it’s punched out of your mouth. Got it? Good.
“I’m feeling confident going into our match, but not overly confident to make myself seem invincible. I know that I stand a chance, enough to make Mercy break a sweat and stretch past his limits – but anything more than that, I’m a bit iffy about. Making him tap? Pinning him in the ring? I know that’s going to be a whole new duty altogether and it’s something that will require great difficulty getting done. But victory is not guaranteed... at least not for me, anyways. I knew that when I signed that contract, I was going to be walking into a match of a lifetime that could possibly get my ass kicked from one side of the ring to the other side, inside of it and outside of it – beyond the ropes and under the mat. What I’m trying to say is, this match is probably going to be something that’s more than I bargained for. To me, that’s quite good for the learning experience that I’ll get against a veteran such as William. It’s good for several other reasons since it very well be the match that pushes me to the moon and turns Jesse James Miller into a household name, essential to every Conflict and Pay Per View card in the future. And please, credit William Rodney Mercy for that. I’m sure that it will make him very happen to be aware of which superstar climbed up the mountain with his face as the boost. But stuff like that happens, you have to open the door for at least somebody – just don’t make it too much of a habit when you notice the room is getting full, then you can start fearing that you’re a very horrible at guarding the door. Maybe then they’ll need to bring in a bouncer from a nightclub to help you. Imagine that – William Rodney Mercy having assistance. I guess you could call him Alex Redding.”
Jesse moves the hair out of his face, giving himself better eyesight from the small breeze of wind that passes by overhead, gently pushing and pulling every strand of hair on his head. The wind may want to pull them out of his head with the apparent strength of it, but Jesse’s scalp bites them and keeps them intact.
“Both of us, Mercy and I, will have a war of words for the next few days and I’m expecting us to walk into that ring without any ammunition since it has all been fired before we go toe to toe and fight man to man. As much as William might want to win this match, he’s not the kind of guy who requires a stipulation to get it done. He’s an athlete, he’s a wrestler – he’s about headlocks, suplexes and top-rope manoeuvres. Tables, chairs, trashcans and steel-steps don’t appear to be his kind of thing, and if he intends to keep them out of our match, I can respect that. I like nothing better than a wrestler who is willing to keep things fair and tame against somebody like me, young and unpredictable. I have nothing to hide going into that ring, I’m not going to be the kind of guy to put a pair of brass-knuckles in his boots and use them when the referee isn’t looking, nor am I the kind of guy to knock him out just for the sake of grabbing a steal chair and bashing you over the head for the quick victory and satisfaction of climbing the ladder. If William wants to disbelieve that, he can if he wants to – but I’ll prove to him that I am a fair guy and that I am willing to cooperate in the ring and be genuine competition, something that he probably hasn’t had in quite some time. Win or lose, the outcome of the match may just be overshadowed by how well we wrestle. Things like that are rare, but it can be done by anybody – whether those two people are mister somebody and mister nobody.”
Quite content on the label mister nobody, Jesse is sure that in just a few months all accusations of him being a flop in the wrestling industry will be put to waste by the people who said such things. Doubters will also kick themselves for being too hard on the guy, and guys who stood up to him with belief that he wouldn’t amount to anything except a put-over will just slap themselves in the face and beg for a rematch.
“Legends ReBorn – now I’m not anything close to a legend, so therefore I can’t be born again, but William might fit the description of the pay per view name. Let’s be honest, even William has to admit he has fallen a long way in the past few years. If he is able to come out victorious at this pay per view, the legend of Mercy may come back to life and enter this world once more. He could become that athlete who has the rare second chance to make a big rebound, or you could just fail again and sink even lower. The rope has been cast to you, William – you have the option of grabbing it and pulling as hard as you can, tiring yourself out just to be safe and live on. Or you can stay in the midst of a lake, drowning in the deep blue without anything to hold onto that will bring you to land, saving your life and keeping your name alive. It’s all up to you to have your legend reborn, because if not, we might just have to welcome a new legend into this world.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Jesse gives his head a nod. Although it will take him quite some time to become the legend that he dreams of, or anything even close to it, he knows that if he defeats William at the pay per view on Sunday, that dream will be closer than before. Dreams do come true.
“A drag, isn’t it?”
With that, Jesse enters his hotel and closes the sliding door behind him. The dark night covers the city like a blanket overhead and a plenty of stars tip-toe overhead, moving at the slowest pace possible. Of the millions and millions of slow stars in the universe, there’s always one in that million going a twice as fast. But Jesse is a shooting star, travelling to infinity and beyond.
Jesse stands on the balcony of his hotel, resting his arms on the ledge of it. The sun is on the horizon, giving a limited amount of light to the people of this city. Although darkness falls behind him, the brightest light given in the day is at his forefront. This is one of the many sunsets that Jesse has stood and watched this week, hoping to tranquil his inner self before the big clash against William Rodney Mercy. Sunsets to Jesse are just the calm before the storm. While everything seems pretty and perfect today, it could take an ugly turn for the worse tomorrow. From warmth that livens up your skin to bitter cold that eats at your flesh, the transformations that are bound to happen are going to be a horrible inversion of what’s presently seen and felt.
Warmth is often defined as red, orange and yellow – the appearance and color of fire. When you accidentally touched the hot iron stove back when you were younger, the color of the glow you touched was immediately identified as warm and painful. At times, warmth can be good for you, and the color red isn’t that much of a bastard, either. Sunlight – you grow to love it over something freezing like snow. You would rather the red over the blue, the orange over the teal, and the yellow over aqua. You respect it and then when it comes to you, you’ll never want to let it go and slip between your fingers.
A drag, isn’t it?
Sunlight is like your blood, the sky is your veins. When the light leaves the sky, you feel cold inside and cold outside. When blood leaves your veins, you feel cold inside and cold outside. The two relate a lot to one another and color is hardly the reason why. Every punch to the nose is like a rain cloud that moves in overhead. A flush of coldness runs through your body, from head to toe. You shake in weakness, squeeze your hands to get the blood flowing and to be at the lukewarm temperature that made you calm – but it’s too late, the job isn’t getting done. You lost too much blood, son. You lost too much blood. There are a few options you have, then.
One – you can keep on moving, be a man and let the cold bite at you, eating each and every skin-cell off of your body. A little pain isn’t going to hurt anybody, and hey, while you’re a little chilly – why not do something when numbness takes over? You’re not going to get anything lost returned to you, count on it.
Two – give up. Simply throw your hands in the air, drop on your knees, close your eyes and fall face first on the ground. The white flag doesn’t even have to be waved in the air for this one; just announce your defeat with a simple action that requires a lot of guts. If you want the warmth that bad, you’ll probably do that; but you should also be aware that the sun rises every day – meaning choice two is useless.
But don’t let my opinion change your mind, you have a brain of your own and you should be grown up enough to make decisions by yourself. Despite how much warm blood Jesse is to lose in the ring against William Rodney Mercy at Legends Reborn, he won’t let the bitter cold eat at him. As you’re well aware of, Jesse hails from a cold country, otherwise known as Canada, so he’s generally used to temperatures below zero. Mercy, however, is a little Californian boy who isn’t used to standing on the other side of the world. How he will react to the cold is quite a wonder, but it will most likely lead to his downfall.
“Days before the scheduled match, the participants usually would talk smack about the other person or people that they are wrestling against and I’ll be no different. Mercy brought this upon himself, and so I’m going to explain to him how he did. As we all know, William has had an illustrious career from XVE, SDE and W2K. After reaching the point of success in all three companies, he has decided to move onto different wrestling companies after accomplishing it all there. So a couple of years ago when FWA made its inception on the wrestling circuit, he came here with a lot to give and in his hopes – a lot to get. With intentions on becoming Fans Wrestling Alliance’s top wrestler since he arrived, we are now coming to the conclusion that William, has indeed, failed in achieving that. Let’s face it, I don’t care who you are or where you go – if you don’t get your goal complete in the first year or a little bit after, you have no hopes in the future. You fall under that category, William – you failed. Face the facts and welcome yourself to reality, man. So when you issued that challenge to Ryan Cain about a month or so ago, I had the gut feeling that I had to do something about your ego-drive. Honestly, look in the mirror – you only care about yourself. That’s why you got so mad when I stepped up to the challenge before Ryan, or anybody else, could. You weren’t too happy about that and that’s because you view me as nobody. While that may be true at the moment, each and every week it is becoming an insult that is weaker and weaker. Proving the doubters wrong by achieving things that they could not imagine, I’m making myself become one of the best athletes to ever debut in Fans Wrestling Alliance in recent time. In 2006, we had David Johnson debut in FWA and become the best World Champion. In 2007, we had Deus debut in FWA and become a multi-time Reckless Champion not to mention a World Champion – probably becoming superstar of the year. In 2008, I made my official debut in FWA. Last year’s stint can’t quite count – I was a tag team wrestler wrestling a limited amount of matches, not a singles competitor making a breakthrough. Besides, I was only around for what? One... two... three months? Something like that. So far, I’ve been proven to be a genuine competitor – and you’ll find out just why I’m given so much praise lately, Mercy.”
Unfortunately for William, he has already had a brush with this genuine competitor inside of Jesse and he has even admitted to being a bit terrified by what Jesse had done. You know, spitting in your face hurts, but it’s going to hurt a Hell of a lot worse when it’s punched out of your mouth. Got it? Good.
“I’m feeling confident going into our match, but not overly confident to make myself seem invincible. I know that I stand a chance, enough to make Mercy break a sweat and stretch past his limits – but anything more than that, I’m a bit iffy about. Making him tap? Pinning him in the ring? I know that’s going to be a whole new duty altogether and it’s something that will require great difficulty getting done. But victory is not guaranteed... at least not for me, anyways. I knew that when I signed that contract, I was going to be walking into a match of a lifetime that could possibly get my ass kicked from one side of the ring to the other side, inside of it and outside of it – beyond the ropes and under the mat. What I’m trying to say is, this match is probably going to be something that’s more than I bargained for. To me, that’s quite good for the learning experience that I’ll get against a veteran such as William. It’s good for several other reasons since it very well be the match that pushes me to the moon and turns Jesse James Miller into a household name, essential to every Conflict and Pay Per View card in the future. And please, credit William Rodney Mercy for that. I’m sure that it will make him very happen to be aware of which superstar climbed up the mountain with his face as the boost. But stuff like that happens, you have to open the door for at least somebody – just don’t make it too much of a habit when you notice the room is getting full, then you can start fearing that you’re a very horrible at guarding the door. Maybe then they’ll need to bring in a bouncer from a nightclub to help you. Imagine that – William Rodney Mercy having assistance. I guess you could call him Alex Redding.”
Jesse moves the hair out of his face, giving himself better eyesight from the small breeze of wind that passes by overhead, gently pushing and pulling every strand of hair on his head. The wind may want to pull them out of his head with the apparent strength of it, but Jesse’s scalp bites them and keeps them intact.
“Both of us, Mercy and I, will have a war of words for the next few days and I’m expecting us to walk into that ring without any ammunition since it has all been fired before we go toe to toe and fight man to man. As much as William might want to win this match, he’s not the kind of guy who requires a stipulation to get it done. He’s an athlete, he’s a wrestler – he’s about headlocks, suplexes and top-rope manoeuvres. Tables, chairs, trashcans and steel-steps don’t appear to be his kind of thing, and if he intends to keep them out of our match, I can respect that. I like nothing better than a wrestler who is willing to keep things fair and tame against somebody like me, young and unpredictable. I have nothing to hide going into that ring, I’m not going to be the kind of guy to put a pair of brass-knuckles in his boots and use them when the referee isn’t looking, nor am I the kind of guy to knock him out just for the sake of grabbing a steal chair and bashing you over the head for the quick victory and satisfaction of climbing the ladder. If William wants to disbelieve that, he can if he wants to – but I’ll prove to him that I am a fair guy and that I am willing to cooperate in the ring and be genuine competition, something that he probably hasn’t had in quite some time. Win or lose, the outcome of the match may just be overshadowed by how well we wrestle. Things like that are rare, but it can be done by anybody – whether those two people are mister somebody and mister nobody.”
Quite content on the label mister nobody, Jesse is sure that in just a few months all accusations of him being a flop in the wrestling industry will be put to waste by the people who said such things. Doubters will also kick themselves for being too hard on the guy, and guys who stood up to him with belief that he wouldn’t amount to anything except a put-over will just slap themselves in the face and beg for a rematch.
“Legends ReBorn – now I’m not anything close to a legend, so therefore I can’t be born again, but William might fit the description of the pay per view name. Let’s be honest, even William has to admit he has fallen a long way in the past few years. If he is able to come out victorious at this pay per view, the legend of Mercy may come back to life and enter this world once more. He could become that athlete who has the rare second chance to make a big rebound, or you could just fail again and sink even lower. The rope has been cast to you, William – you have the option of grabbing it and pulling as hard as you can, tiring yourself out just to be safe and live on. Or you can stay in the midst of a lake, drowning in the deep blue without anything to hold onto that will bring you to land, saving your life and keeping your name alive. It’s all up to you to have your legend reborn, because if not, we might just have to welcome a new legend into this world.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Jesse gives his head a nod. Although it will take him quite some time to become the legend that he dreams of, or anything even close to it, he knows that if he defeats William at the pay per view on Sunday, that dream will be closer than before. Dreams do come true.
“A drag, isn’t it?”
With that, Jesse enters his hotel and closes the sliding door behind him. The dark night covers the city like a blanket overhead and a plenty of stars tip-toe overhead, moving at the slowest pace possible. Of the millions and millions of slow stars in the universe, there’s always one in that million going a twice as fast. But Jesse is a shooting star, travelling to infinity and beyond.