Post by alexbankmanship on Feb 5, 2012 14:32:49 GMT -5
If the people wanted you to win, you would have become People's champion.
That was the comment I heard all day. From co-workers to random meaningless drones walking down the streets. It was an obvious of these people to try and get under my skin. I'm not too discouraged of losing at my chance of becoming a champion around these parts. I did fail in my effort but being called the People's champion, why would I want that?
As I lie in my dressing room, my head lies on the pillow while I recover from my previous match. My head feels quite woozy after the vicious assault by one someone I can't even remember, was it Switches the Clown or Gag Gaggon, my mind is drawing a blank.. He got the job done. He wowed the spectators. He won the match, end of story. But really, my head hurts. My head is starting to give me a migraine. The pain pills that the trainers gave to me after my match, that was uncalled for. To down those with vodka, I would have to only be as stupid as Switches the Clown.. But my head feels like it's splitting in two.
Alex: Could I have a concussion?
A concussion, I never had before. I haven't always been well prepared when it came to conditions such as these. Nobody has ever tossed me around on my head like that criminal did to me this past Monday on Madness. It's a strange feeling though. It's a feeling that I wish would just go away. I want to fall asleep but the pain is too excruciating, the pain is getting bigger and bigger, my head is starting to pulsate. If I close my eyes and lie my head on the pillow, I get a sense of vomit starting to form in my stomach. I do not want to throw up, I can't. But right now that seems to be the only way to go. A knock is then heard from the locker room door. I open the door and it's one of the rookie trainers who helped me back to this here locker room.
Alex: What do you want?
The young EMT doesn't say anything. He just stands there with a dumbfounded look on his face. He is just staring off into space while I close the door but he keeps his foot into the doorway preventing me.
Alex: Can I help you with something?
EMT: That was really, really cool what you did out there.
Alex: Uh-huh.
EMT: I mean, when you caught that guy in with that Superkick. It was awesome.
Alex: Uh-huh.
EMT: I'm really looking forward to your match next week.
Alex: Look here kid, I don't do this because I like giving people like you the benefit of enjoying this product. I could care less. I do this for me and only me. When I smacked him with my Superkick I could hear the crowd explode to their feet. That was not exciting, that was not high energy, that was only Alex Bankmanship doing his job but unfortunately, I lost the match.
EMT: Can you train me?
Alex: Kid, are you even listening to me?
EMT: My friends and family know that I watch professional wrestling and they always give me a hard time about it.
Alex: I don't train other individuals because they never seem to listen to what my philosophies.
EMT: I will.
Alex: You will be no different.
EMT: I will, trust me.
Alex: Kid, what is your name?
EMT: Steven.
Alex: Steven, please leave me alone.'
The young EMT hangs his head low and walks to the corner and sulks for a while.
Alex: I tend to work alone better. Never did I ask to be a tag team with Joel Hall but it's out of my hands. Are we going to be a great team? Who knows? Are we going to be able to co-exist as one? Who even knows that? We could get our connections mixed up and end up in an epic brawl that nobody will be able to separate. I don't care about him, I don't care that he'll be standing side by side with me. He's not my partner, he's not my friend. I wouldn't be able to be with him for more than five minutes without trying to yank my own hair out. He's going to be there for one reason and one reason only, to stand there and clap his hands for when Alex Bankmanship shows the world that I'm climbing to be one of the best in the world. That when you just stand back and watch, your jaw will drop, you will just be in awe of my performance. And there is nothing wrong with standing at my corner and be in amazement.
I showed Steven the door but he didn't seem to want to leave. He wanted to continue to chit chat some more and my migraine was only growing bigger. I wanted to be left alone but this youngster, who barely turned 18 wanted to know my life story. Instead of Steven leaving the locker room, I escaped through the door and started to speed walk down the hallway but this tenacious young boy just wouldn't go away. He followed me step by step until I reached the restrooms.
Alex: You're not going to follow me in here too, are you?
Steven: Nah, I'll wait out here for you.
And I entered the bathroom.
Alex: Whatever I say, I ultimately do. I told the world that I would didn't care about winning the People's championship. The fans are not going to dictate whether I can walk out as a winner.. The way I take part in life, could you see anything different play out? Were you expecting anything less from a man that knows what he wants in life? I made it known that I am a care free man that can do what he wants when you wants to. I tapped out though? I heard that too. Sometimes it's better to retreat from a battle. I'll never lose the war. Would I want to risk serious injury to maybe walk out as a champion that I didn't care about? Then I would be sidelined, I wouldn't be competing this Sunday for the #1 contendership for the Tag Team titles against Roy Speede and Mr. FPV.
Mr. FPV, I remember you and I have one question, did you want to become the People's champion? Did you put your heart and soul into the match? I hate to break it to you but even if you pulled a miracle out of your ass, I just couldn't ever see you winning a match that also has Alex Bankmanship in it. No offense, I just speak the truth. It tends to piss a lot of people off but that's not my fault.
I walk out of the bathroom and there's Steven standing in my way. I shake my head and begin to walk away
Alex: Did I kiss somebody's ass when I entered this company? My very first week being a employee around these parts, I was given a Television championship match against Jonny Fly which I evantually lost. The very next week on a pay per view, another championship match for the People's Title. Again, I didn't win. Now this week, I've been given another chance. I want gold around my waist and if that means going through Roy Speede and Mr. FPV to do it, so be it.
I don't remember you kicking my ass FPV because it NEVER happened and it's NEVER going to happen. I'm gonna be proud of myself when I show the world just how good I really am.
As for you Roy Speede, you became similar to me after the pay per view. You too lost to Jonny Fly for the respected Television championship. I feel bad for you. Haha, sorry no I don't. Come prepared for a challenge that I don't think you're ready for. I've prepared my entire life for moments like this and it's my time to shine.
I keep walking as the scene fades to black
That was the comment I heard all day. From co-workers to random meaningless drones walking down the streets. It was an obvious of these people to try and get under my skin. I'm not too discouraged of losing at my chance of becoming a champion around these parts. I did fail in my effort but being called the People's champion, why would I want that?
As I lie in my dressing room, my head lies on the pillow while I recover from my previous match. My head feels quite woozy after the vicious assault by one someone I can't even remember, was it Switches the Clown or Gag Gaggon, my mind is drawing a blank.. He got the job done. He wowed the spectators. He won the match, end of story. But really, my head hurts. My head is starting to give me a migraine. The pain pills that the trainers gave to me after my match, that was uncalled for. To down those with vodka, I would have to only be as stupid as Switches the Clown.. But my head feels like it's splitting in two.
Alex: Could I have a concussion?
A concussion, I never had before. I haven't always been well prepared when it came to conditions such as these. Nobody has ever tossed me around on my head like that criminal did to me this past Monday on Madness. It's a strange feeling though. It's a feeling that I wish would just go away. I want to fall asleep but the pain is too excruciating, the pain is getting bigger and bigger, my head is starting to pulsate. If I close my eyes and lie my head on the pillow, I get a sense of vomit starting to form in my stomach. I do not want to throw up, I can't. But right now that seems to be the only way to go. A knock is then heard from the locker room door. I open the door and it's one of the rookie trainers who helped me back to this here locker room.
Alex: What do you want?
The young EMT doesn't say anything. He just stands there with a dumbfounded look on his face. He is just staring off into space while I close the door but he keeps his foot into the doorway preventing me.
Alex: Can I help you with something?
EMT: That was really, really cool what you did out there.
Alex: Uh-huh.
EMT: I mean, when you caught that guy in with that Superkick. It was awesome.
Alex: Uh-huh.
EMT: I'm really looking forward to your match next week.
Alex: Look here kid, I don't do this because I like giving people like you the benefit of enjoying this product. I could care less. I do this for me and only me. When I smacked him with my Superkick I could hear the crowd explode to their feet. That was not exciting, that was not high energy, that was only Alex Bankmanship doing his job but unfortunately, I lost the match.
EMT: Can you train me?
Alex: Kid, are you even listening to me?
EMT: My friends and family know that I watch professional wrestling and they always give me a hard time about it.
Alex: I don't train other individuals because they never seem to listen to what my philosophies.
EMT: I will.
Alex: You will be no different.
EMT: I will, trust me.
Alex: Kid, what is your name?
EMT: Steven.
Alex: Steven, please leave me alone.'
The young EMT hangs his head low and walks to the corner and sulks for a while.
Alex: I tend to work alone better. Never did I ask to be a tag team with Joel Hall but it's out of my hands. Are we going to be a great team? Who knows? Are we going to be able to co-exist as one? Who even knows that? We could get our connections mixed up and end up in an epic brawl that nobody will be able to separate. I don't care about him, I don't care that he'll be standing side by side with me. He's not my partner, he's not my friend. I wouldn't be able to be with him for more than five minutes without trying to yank my own hair out. He's going to be there for one reason and one reason only, to stand there and clap his hands for when Alex Bankmanship shows the world that I'm climbing to be one of the best in the world. That when you just stand back and watch, your jaw will drop, you will just be in awe of my performance. And there is nothing wrong with standing at my corner and be in amazement.
I showed Steven the door but he didn't seem to want to leave. He wanted to continue to chit chat some more and my migraine was only growing bigger. I wanted to be left alone but this youngster, who barely turned 18 wanted to know my life story. Instead of Steven leaving the locker room, I escaped through the door and started to speed walk down the hallway but this tenacious young boy just wouldn't go away. He followed me step by step until I reached the restrooms.
Alex: You're not going to follow me in here too, are you?
Steven: Nah, I'll wait out here for you.
And I entered the bathroom.
Alex: Whatever I say, I ultimately do. I told the world that I would didn't care about winning the People's championship. The fans are not going to dictate whether I can walk out as a winner.. The way I take part in life, could you see anything different play out? Were you expecting anything less from a man that knows what he wants in life? I made it known that I am a care free man that can do what he wants when you wants to. I tapped out though? I heard that too. Sometimes it's better to retreat from a battle. I'll never lose the war. Would I want to risk serious injury to maybe walk out as a champion that I didn't care about? Then I would be sidelined, I wouldn't be competing this Sunday for the #1 contendership for the Tag Team titles against Roy Speede and Mr. FPV.
Mr. FPV, I remember you and I have one question, did you want to become the People's champion? Did you put your heart and soul into the match? I hate to break it to you but even if you pulled a miracle out of your ass, I just couldn't ever see you winning a match that also has Alex Bankmanship in it. No offense, I just speak the truth. It tends to piss a lot of people off but that's not my fault.
I walk out of the bathroom and there's Steven standing in my way. I shake my head and begin to walk away
Alex: Did I kiss somebody's ass when I entered this company? My very first week being a employee around these parts, I was given a Television championship match against Jonny Fly which I evantually lost. The very next week on a pay per view, another championship match for the People's Title. Again, I didn't win. Now this week, I've been given another chance. I want gold around my waist and if that means going through Roy Speede and Mr. FPV to do it, so be it.
I don't remember you kicking my ass FPV because it NEVER happened and it's NEVER going to happen. I'm gonna be proud of myself when I show the world just how good I really am.
As for you Roy Speede, you became similar to me after the pay per view. You too lost to Jonny Fly for the respected Television championship. I feel bad for you. Haha, sorry no I don't. Come prepared for a challenge that I don't think you're ready for. I've prepared my entire life for moments like this and it's my time to shine.
I keep walking as the scene fades to black
