Post by League Of Awesomeness on Jan 19, 2011 16:29:05 GMT -5
"What the hell have I gotten myself into?"
Brandon looked up, inhaling deeply as he swallowed the doubt deep down.
"No..."
The word began to replay over and over in his mind.
"No, no, no. I can do this task. I can overcome. It's not the years, it's the mileage, and by God there's still gas in this tank, there is still tread on this tire. Wednesday night is about something more than just getting to Erik now. Wednesday night is something more than just trying to add another victory to my resume. Wednesday night will answer the biggest question that matters right now...
Can I still do it?
Yes I can... YES I CAN. This feeling can't be wrong, this passion that still burns can't be lying to me. I can still do something, I can still be great. I can still fight. I can still be a man. I can still be the prince. Erik woke something up, and I just can not let this beast, this hunger inside me go away on it's own. I can not ignore what is inside me and what is inside me is still the heart of the best in the world. Maybe it is ego, maybe it is pride that won't let me just walk away, but maybe it is something more.
Something that just can not be explained by conventional means. I can, and I will beat Ric Tatum, Fairview Reed and whoever this mystery entrant is Wednesday night. I have to, I have to know. I can not let Erik just walk away with what he did to me. I can not let that pass, and I will not.
Wednesday night is truly going to be a test, and perhaps the biggest test of my career. The test against myself. I've allowed myself to be pryed away from what I really am, and what I will forever be. I am a warrior, and without a war to fight the warrior is useless. Unfortunately for you, I have been shipped to the frontlines of the biggest war of any wrestler's life. We are in a business that lives and feeds off of ego and pride. Is this what so many others felt when they decided to stay in the ring when thier time was clearly up? The hall of famers, some of the greatest in our business. I wonder, did they have to stare at themselves long and hard and ask themselves the same question I am asking myself right now?
Is it all worth it?
Any wrestler who is really worth a damn will answer with the same answer as me...
Hell yes.
I may not be the same man I was ten years ago. I may not even be the same wrestler I was, but I am definately the same competitor. I want to win, I want that light to shine on me. I want that main event spot, I want that belt wrapped around my waist. Most of all, I want to know. I want to know how much I still have left to give, how much can I still go before it is time to leave for good. I don't feel that the time is now, and I will, with every last breath fight to prove it. You three that stand in my way with what I want, and if you're not careful I will chop you down. Oh hell who am I trying to kid I WILL chop you down.
You guys have always been two bit hacks and the fact that I actually have to face you for a chance to get to where I rightfully belong is an insult. It doesn't matter how the hell old I am. It doesn't matter if I'm twenty, thirty, forty, bad leg, bad back, broken neck. You can not kill what will simply not die. You can't stop Brandon Frontier, hell you can barely hope to sniff the toilet once I'm done with it. I AM the Rising Star, and I will be around as long as I can walk. Erik failed to realize that when he decided it'd be cool to try and one up wrestling royalty. Hopefully you three know what you're getting into. Wednesday night, Solitary it all will begin again.
Brandon Frontier is back.
Wednesday night is not a continuation of my career, but a rebirth. I'm going to bust them wide the hell open and with their blood I will be baptised. With their blood Brandon Frontier will be born again. Then I will continue in this tournament, winning it all, to compete at the big dance once more, with the ultimate prize on the line. Erik has set everything up for me to knock down, and so long as there is a breath in my body I will. You are all going to bare witness to a reckoning. Brandon Frontier is back with a vengence. Hell at this point the Universal title could not even end up in my hands, but just the chance, the shot to pop Erik Josten across that smug face of his is more than enough motivation to make me run circles around three worthless hides."
A smile cracked as Brandon stared in the mirror.
"Wednesday night three men will wish they stayed dead when they get into the ring with me. They will regret coming out to face me when I make my return to the world of the living null and void. Wednesday night, I am putting you back into the ground, and I, along with the rest of the world will see exactly what it is Brandon Frontier still has left to offer the world of professional wrestling. Get ready to rock guys."
Brandon smirked at his reflection as he slid his shades back on.
"Because the classics... they always rock."
Brandon looked up, inhaling deeply as he swallowed the doubt deep down.
"No..."
The word began to replay over and over in his mind.
"No, no, no. I can do this task. I can overcome. It's not the years, it's the mileage, and by God there's still gas in this tank, there is still tread on this tire. Wednesday night is about something more than just getting to Erik now. Wednesday night is something more than just trying to add another victory to my resume. Wednesday night will answer the biggest question that matters right now...
Can I still do it?
Yes I can... YES I CAN. This feeling can't be wrong, this passion that still burns can't be lying to me. I can still do something, I can still be great. I can still fight. I can still be a man. I can still be the prince. Erik woke something up, and I just can not let this beast, this hunger inside me go away on it's own. I can not ignore what is inside me and what is inside me is still the heart of the best in the world. Maybe it is ego, maybe it is pride that won't let me just walk away, but maybe it is something more.
Something that just can not be explained by conventional means. I can, and I will beat Ric Tatum, Fairview Reed and whoever this mystery entrant is Wednesday night. I have to, I have to know. I can not let Erik just walk away with what he did to me. I can not let that pass, and I will not.
Wednesday night is truly going to be a test, and perhaps the biggest test of my career. The test against myself. I've allowed myself to be pryed away from what I really am, and what I will forever be. I am a warrior, and without a war to fight the warrior is useless. Unfortunately for you, I have been shipped to the frontlines of the biggest war of any wrestler's life. We are in a business that lives and feeds off of ego and pride. Is this what so many others felt when they decided to stay in the ring when thier time was clearly up? The hall of famers, some of the greatest in our business. I wonder, did they have to stare at themselves long and hard and ask themselves the same question I am asking myself right now?
Is it all worth it?
Any wrestler who is really worth a damn will answer with the same answer as me...
Hell yes.
I may not be the same man I was ten years ago. I may not even be the same wrestler I was, but I am definately the same competitor. I want to win, I want that light to shine on me. I want that main event spot, I want that belt wrapped around my waist. Most of all, I want to know. I want to know how much I still have left to give, how much can I still go before it is time to leave for good. I don't feel that the time is now, and I will, with every last breath fight to prove it. You three that stand in my way with what I want, and if you're not careful I will chop you down. Oh hell who am I trying to kid I WILL chop you down.
You guys have always been two bit hacks and the fact that I actually have to face you for a chance to get to where I rightfully belong is an insult. It doesn't matter how the hell old I am. It doesn't matter if I'm twenty, thirty, forty, bad leg, bad back, broken neck. You can not kill what will simply not die. You can't stop Brandon Frontier, hell you can barely hope to sniff the toilet once I'm done with it. I AM the Rising Star, and I will be around as long as I can walk. Erik failed to realize that when he decided it'd be cool to try and one up wrestling royalty. Hopefully you three know what you're getting into. Wednesday night, Solitary it all will begin again.
Brandon Frontier is back.
Wednesday night is not a continuation of my career, but a rebirth. I'm going to bust them wide the hell open and with their blood I will be baptised. With their blood Brandon Frontier will be born again. Then I will continue in this tournament, winning it all, to compete at the big dance once more, with the ultimate prize on the line. Erik has set everything up for me to knock down, and so long as there is a breath in my body I will. You are all going to bare witness to a reckoning. Brandon Frontier is back with a vengence. Hell at this point the Universal title could not even end up in my hands, but just the chance, the shot to pop Erik Josten across that smug face of his is more than enough motivation to make me run circles around three worthless hides."
A smile cracked as Brandon stared in the mirror.
"Wednesday night three men will wish they stayed dead when they get into the ring with me. They will regret coming out to face me when I make my return to the world of the living null and void. Wednesday night, I am putting you back into the ground, and I, along with the rest of the world will see exactly what it is Brandon Frontier still has left to offer the world of professional wrestling. Get ready to rock guys."
Brandon smirked at his reflection as he slid his shades back on.
"Because the classics... they always rock."