Post by David Alastair on Nov 25, 2006 18:06:08 GMT -5
11/25/06...
Ugh. It’s late. My eyes are heavy, but so much is running through my head right now. Although my old friends are coming back to me, I feel something following me. Whenever I shoot a segment for the Wal-Mart Liberation Front, or take part in an interview discussing my match with Outcast at WCF Revenge, or explain to people that me losing out in the TV Title match being controversial on my website, I feel cold rushes go up and down my spine like that of an electrical current. I always look behind myself and notice that something is there, but just out of my line of sight.
But this isn’t new. I’ve been having these chills since I found myself in that unknown desert. I’ve discussed this with Mentor when I recently took a small visit over to Nekomi, Japan. She figured that it could be the same force that was behind the attacks and events earlier this year. I agreed with her.
However, when she started critiquing my wrestling career, I defended myself. To me, wrestling is the outlet that I needed to work out my past frustrations, thriving out of those circumstances, and facing new people. After I finished my statement, she looked at me if I was insane. Then she popped the question.
“And what will you do when you get seriously hurt?”
My answer was simple. Ride it out, work through the pain to finish whatever I was part of, then take a small break. My comeback blindsided her, breaking her into tears.
I sighed. I’m an asshole. Making women cry like that…
However, I defended myself. But out of sympathy, I gave in and uttered the words a wrestler never really wants to say this early in his career…
“Give me another six months, Hope. I swear, after that, I’m done. I’ll hang up the boots. Just enough time to participate in something I’ve been waiting for since I trained for this…”
Her mood was still dark, but she nodded in understanding. After the confrontation, things went quiet again. Mentor even let me shoot a promo at the temple. That was a first.
Fast-forward…
Before I was starting on my way back to the States, Mentor wished me luck. Now I know something evil has been stalking me and has skirmished with me once already. But I know that I no longer have to cower away. I know that my uncle and my daughter lives may depend on me someday. Defending my flesh and blood against something even my mentor cannot explain. That’s a tall task, but it’s a challenge I can stand up to.
It’s time to gear up for war. A war I can’t lose. For if I lose, I lose everything I love…
And to my opponents…you better be ready for a tougher David Alastair. I have to face my fears; can you be able to face yours?
Ugh. It’s late. My eyes are heavy, but so much is running through my head right now. Although my old friends are coming back to me, I feel something following me. Whenever I shoot a segment for the Wal-Mart Liberation Front, or take part in an interview discussing my match with Outcast at WCF Revenge, or explain to people that me losing out in the TV Title match being controversial on my website, I feel cold rushes go up and down my spine like that of an electrical current. I always look behind myself and notice that something is there, but just out of my line of sight.
But this isn’t new. I’ve been having these chills since I found myself in that unknown desert. I’ve discussed this with Mentor when I recently took a small visit over to Nekomi, Japan. She figured that it could be the same force that was behind the attacks and events earlier this year. I agreed with her.
However, when she started critiquing my wrestling career, I defended myself. To me, wrestling is the outlet that I needed to work out my past frustrations, thriving out of those circumstances, and facing new people. After I finished my statement, she looked at me if I was insane. Then she popped the question.
“And what will you do when you get seriously hurt?”
My answer was simple. Ride it out, work through the pain to finish whatever I was part of, then take a small break. My comeback blindsided her, breaking her into tears.
I sighed. I’m an asshole. Making women cry like that…
However, I defended myself. But out of sympathy, I gave in and uttered the words a wrestler never really wants to say this early in his career…
“Give me another six months, Hope. I swear, after that, I’m done. I’ll hang up the boots. Just enough time to participate in something I’ve been waiting for since I trained for this…”
Her mood was still dark, but she nodded in understanding. After the confrontation, things went quiet again. Mentor even let me shoot a promo at the temple. That was a first.
Fast-forward…
Before I was starting on my way back to the States, Mentor wished me luck. Now I know something evil has been stalking me and has skirmished with me once already. But I know that I no longer have to cower away. I know that my uncle and my daughter lives may depend on me someday. Defending my flesh and blood against something even my mentor cannot explain. That’s a tall task, but it’s a challenge I can stand up to.
It’s time to gear up for war. A war I can’t lose. For if I lose, I lose everything I love…
And to my opponents…you better be ready for a tougher David Alastair. I have to face my fears; can you be able to face yours?
