Post by Jack of Blades on Mar 28, 2007 18:50:45 GMT -5
"There are many shameful things for someone of our profession to admit. And yet, despite all these ubiquitous sins, this career path we have chosen is perhaps the most ambiguous in terms of its opportunities. Some will end up pumping gas with a single scar to prove their efforts as amounting to something. Some will end up holding a construction of gold high above their heads in front of thousands as explosions echo around and higher than them. Some will end up with a noose around themselves, whether literal or metaphorical, bringing their existences and devotion to a stunted finale. But they are some experiences we do all share and relate to. Perhaps the most prevalent of these incidents is observing a colleague or member of the roster who surpasses you in each way. Yes, it is fair to say that there will always be those who excel at certain attributes of the profession while others lack but it is a common nigh a necessary occasion to sit their in the homo-erotic cavern of the locker room and observe and envy someone as completely superior to you. Not just in one thing. Not in all things. But one person whose talents amount to the sum of simply 'better than you.' Of course, everyone reacts differently. Some get angry. Some cannot distinguish why the tall, Adonis Calvin Kleins who are criminally inept in the true finesse of this exercise get pushes over their short, average and yet able frame. There are even those that do not yet know of this. Jack of Blades for example has not ever met anyone who demonstrates so ruthlessly any sort of domination over his ego or any of heavily-embedded attribute. But there are those who know this well. One who is currently in this process of jealously and snide degradation is Danny Vice. After the introduction of Biohazard to the 'Wrestling Championship Federation' hierarchy, he finds himself lamenting the talented performer. He envies his blistering witticisms on the social decay that is so prevalent to his stance as a toxic pariah. He finds himself questioning his ability to communicate with an audience after Biohazard churns out memorable quotation after uniting catchphrase. He ponders the equality of the universe when someone like Biohazard can be blessed with a physiology that not only resists damage but runs on highly carcinogenic materials that in all probability, should have left his torso a gaping enclave of tumors and arsenic. It is jealousy like this that leads to another explosion of the 'W.B.L' nature."
