Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2008 14:49:17 GMT -5
The following is Chad Evans' most recent blog entry posted at Bloggoverse.com
Posted by Chad
Date: Dec 20, 2008 3:22 AM
When the incandescent flame draws me back around again, that's when I know that it's time for me to compete again. If I'm not competing then I cease to serve my purpose and I will wither and die. Don't misunderstand my words because I'm not afraid of dying. I was proclaiming just the other day that I would rather die a selfless hero than live a selfish coward. I was thinking about how I would respond in a crisis situation such as a fire or natural disaster, even a bank robbery and I know that I would be brave and strong. I hope to someday encounter such a crisis so that I may prove myself. I don't believe that stepping into the squared circle for the first time as a professional wrestler makes me brave or heroic, though I'm sure it doesn't hurt.
I view my WCF debut as an opportunity for me to let loose and release all of my anger and frustration that I've been feeling for these last few months, since Cairo has been gone. In addition to this anger I've also been feeling numb and helpless because I wish that there was something I could do to help him, to find him, some way that I could learn the truth about his disappearance and his whereabouts. I suppose that all of that is in God's hands right now. All that I can do is push forward with my life, my ambitions and the lessons that Cairo taught me. I need to channel my emotions and unleash them in a concerted effort against my opponent on Sunday night, Mr. Lawnmower Jones.
Despite my best efforts I can't help but feel at times like a spaced out zombie trapped in the cellar of a smelly, old house. I'm pounding on that cellar door because I want to escape, but I'm just a poor, mindless zombie. What can I do? Last night I looked in the mirror and I felt like I could do anything. I felt like I could be the picture of Greek fitness or even wear spandex pants and sing in a rock and roll band. I want to kick out the jams like Freddie Mercury did.
I do know that life isn't all fun and games. Sometimes the pendulum swings my way and sometimes it swings against me, but I know that even in my darkest hours I have the strength to carry forward. I'm not a zombie, I'm a beast and I'm going to reign down upon all who oppose me with the greatest of vengeance. I don't care about their lies, excuses and pathetic manipulations. I have many enemies despite the fact that I'm a peaceful man. I don't try to make enemies, but they make me their enemy.
It's weird, isn't it? Some people will hate you just because you don't subscribe to their way of thinking, their perfect, little belief system. I believe that life is much more important than any one person's belief system. You can worship a solid, oak tree and it won't mean squat if that tree don't sing a simple song of freedom. God is good, God is great, but where is God? God don't live at the bottom of a barrel or the bottom of a bottle. God is not a Democrat or a Republican. God can split your balls six ways from Sunday without so much as a battle axe; now that's what I call an omnipresent force!
Before I get too far removed from the topic at hand, let me say a few things about my preparations for Sunday night's festivities. I've been training for my WCF debut for the last several months at Ultra Nova Dojo in Brooklyn, New York. I've been training with an unbelievable team including Dwayne Bruce, Damien Demento, Bob Backlund, 2 Cold Scorpio and Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka. There's no doubt that the absence of my dear friend and mentor Bobby Cairo has left a major hole in my training that cannot be filled. However I've been working harder than ever to prepare for my WCF debut, and now I'm training specifically for Lawnmower Jones.
Before this week it was a mystery to everybody, none of the WCF wrestlers knew who they would be fighting in the World Title Tournament. Now I know and I'm preparing as best I can with a great team in a great camp. I raise my glass and make a toast to all who cared enough to call me and wish me well. From the season's beginning to the season's end, I take my hat off to you because I can't do any of this without your support.
There was a conversation that I had the other day; I was standing in front of a camera because a woman wanted her picture taken with me. She didn't recognize me or anything but she thought I was cute and she wanted her picture taken with me. She was an attractive woman in her own right, dark hair, nice boobs, mid-40's, MILF-looking, suburban housewife type. I could have offered to fill her up with my frustration juice but I did not want to push my luck. I behaved toward the woman in a gracious and accommodating manner, accommodated her request and then we went about our separate ways.
There has been speculation run rampant as of late that I'm simply trying to ride Bobby Cairo's coattails. I'm calling bunk on that right now. I'm not riding Bobby Cairo's coattails; I was hand-picked by Cairo to be the next great fighter to come out of Ultra Nova Dojo. In my eyes that is a privilege and an honor. I've already proven myself to be a worthy contender in various forms of combat and now I will prove myself to the entire professional wrestling world, all of those WCF fans who doubt my ability and my dedication to this great sport.
I will prove that I'm more than just a protege. I will carve my own legacy by giving you my everything when I step into the ring. You will know that I'm not slacking because when you look into my eyes you will see a man driven and determined to succeed, pushing himself to the limits for the sake of competition. Some people fear competition, it causes their skin to break out in hives like a bad chemical reaction, an acid washed nightmare. In my opinion those people have no place setting foot into any arena of combat; doing so would make about as much sense as filling a box with rocks and clocks.
I'm a man and I don't back down from anyone, it's time to open the cellar door and let this monster out the door! Let me out!
P.S. I uploaded a picture from my latest training session so that you guys can see how hard I'm working to prepare for my WCF debut. No homo.
Evans out.[/color]
Posted by Chad
Date: Dec 20, 2008 3:22 AM
When the incandescent flame draws me back around again, that's when I know that it's time for me to compete again. If I'm not competing then I cease to serve my purpose and I will wither and die. Don't misunderstand my words because I'm not afraid of dying. I was proclaiming just the other day that I would rather die a selfless hero than live a selfish coward. I was thinking about how I would respond in a crisis situation such as a fire or natural disaster, even a bank robbery and I know that I would be brave and strong. I hope to someday encounter such a crisis so that I may prove myself. I don't believe that stepping into the squared circle for the first time as a professional wrestler makes me brave or heroic, though I'm sure it doesn't hurt.
I view my WCF debut as an opportunity for me to let loose and release all of my anger and frustration that I've been feeling for these last few months, since Cairo has been gone. In addition to this anger I've also been feeling numb and helpless because I wish that there was something I could do to help him, to find him, some way that I could learn the truth about his disappearance and his whereabouts. I suppose that all of that is in God's hands right now. All that I can do is push forward with my life, my ambitions and the lessons that Cairo taught me. I need to channel my emotions and unleash them in a concerted effort against my opponent on Sunday night, Mr. Lawnmower Jones.
Despite my best efforts I can't help but feel at times like a spaced out zombie trapped in the cellar of a smelly, old house. I'm pounding on that cellar door because I want to escape, but I'm just a poor, mindless zombie. What can I do? Last night I looked in the mirror and I felt like I could do anything. I felt like I could be the picture of Greek fitness or even wear spandex pants and sing in a rock and roll band. I want to kick out the jams like Freddie Mercury did.
I do know that life isn't all fun and games. Sometimes the pendulum swings my way and sometimes it swings against me, but I know that even in my darkest hours I have the strength to carry forward. I'm not a zombie, I'm a beast and I'm going to reign down upon all who oppose me with the greatest of vengeance. I don't care about their lies, excuses and pathetic manipulations. I have many enemies despite the fact that I'm a peaceful man. I don't try to make enemies, but they make me their enemy.
It's weird, isn't it? Some people will hate you just because you don't subscribe to their way of thinking, their perfect, little belief system. I believe that life is much more important than any one person's belief system. You can worship a solid, oak tree and it won't mean squat if that tree don't sing a simple song of freedom. God is good, God is great, but where is God? God don't live at the bottom of a barrel or the bottom of a bottle. God is not a Democrat or a Republican. God can split your balls six ways from Sunday without so much as a battle axe; now that's what I call an omnipresent force!
Before I get too far removed from the topic at hand, let me say a few things about my preparations for Sunday night's festivities. I've been training for my WCF debut for the last several months at Ultra Nova Dojo in Brooklyn, New York. I've been training with an unbelievable team including Dwayne Bruce, Damien Demento, Bob Backlund, 2 Cold Scorpio and Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka. There's no doubt that the absence of my dear friend and mentor Bobby Cairo has left a major hole in my training that cannot be filled. However I've been working harder than ever to prepare for my WCF debut, and now I'm training specifically for Lawnmower Jones.
Before this week it was a mystery to everybody, none of the WCF wrestlers knew who they would be fighting in the World Title Tournament. Now I know and I'm preparing as best I can with a great team in a great camp. I raise my glass and make a toast to all who cared enough to call me and wish me well. From the season's beginning to the season's end, I take my hat off to you because I can't do any of this without your support.
There was a conversation that I had the other day; I was standing in front of a camera because a woman wanted her picture taken with me. She didn't recognize me or anything but she thought I was cute and she wanted her picture taken with me. She was an attractive woman in her own right, dark hair, nice boobs, mid-40's, MILF-looking, suburban housewife type. I could have offered to fill her up with my frustration juice but I did not want to push my luck. I behaved toward the woman in a gracious and accommodating manner, accommodated her request and then we went about our separate ways.
There has been speculation run rampant as of late that I'm simply trying to ride Bobby Cairo's coattails. I'm calling bunk on that right now. I'm not riding Bobby Cairo's coattails; I was hand-picked by Cairo to be the next great fighter to come out of Ultra Nova Dojo. In my eyes that is a privilege and an honor. I've already proven myself to be a worthy contender in various forms of combat and now I will prove myself to the entire professional wrestling world, all of those WCF fans who doubt my ability and my dedication to this great sport.
I will prove that I'm more than just a protege. I will carve my own legacy by giving you my everything when I step into the ring. You will know that I'm not slacking because when you look into my eyes you will see a man driven and determined to succeed, pushing himself to the limits for the sake of competition. Some people fear competition, it causes their skin to break out in hives like a bad chemical reaction, an acid washed nightmare. In my opinion those people have no place setting foot into any arena of combat; doing so would make about as much sense as filling a box with rocks and clocks.
I'm a man and I don't back down from anyone, it's time to open the cellar door and let this monster out the door! Let me out!
P.S. I uploaded a picture from my latest training session so that you guys can see how hard I'm working to prepare for my WCF debut. No homo.
Evans out.[/color]
