Post by Kurt Newman on Jun 1, 2016 1:25:41 GMT
(Art is in the eye of the beholder. Everyone sees art differently.....and as long as someone is buying.....there will always be more to be sold. My most recent purchase is something that many people wouldn't see as art.....but as something that should be thrown away or burnt because it no longer serves a purpose. Or maybe even kept, hidden away in some basement, never to see the light of day until decades later when sold for some unreasonable price. But it must be showed. It must be presented to the masses. It has a story to tell and I shall not let it collect dust as it still has a use in this world.)
(Standing in my wrestling gym in Chicago, Illinois.....I look up at the wall and glare at the wonder that is the piece of art that covers the entirety of the wall that it's on. The art work that I speak of?)
(The mat that Johnny and I wrestled on at Retribution. Covered in blood, sweat, and tears.....it hangs on the wall so that it can be looked over. Hasn't been touched or cleaned or anything since that night.)
(Some would call it garbage. Some would call it a collectible. Me......I call it......art.)
KN: "You see this ring Johnny? Does it look familiar to you? Does it bring back memories? It should because it's the same ring that we wrestled in for the Global Title. Marvel at all the blood stains. It's still on there since that night we last wrestled on it. I mean just look at that mat Johnny. It's a piece of art! Look at the blood stains! It's like brush strokes......but instead of a paint brush.....it's a human skull. Look at the sweat that covers the mat Johnny.......like rain drops on a battle field.
Normal people.....they'd just see a smelly old mat.....but me..... I see a story. I see a battle. I see......a war. An epic war that took years off of two warriors who were trying to show one another and the rest of the world just how great the other was. A battle that went back and forth....neither one giving up land or country to the other. A fight that would had lasted for decades if not for interference.
And to think that they were going to scrub it clean. I couldn't let them destroy a piece of art like this. I couldn't let them destroy history. So I bought it. I told them not to touch it and to send it to my gym in Chicago. And here.....it will hang.....to remind me of what it means to dig down deep and to keep on fighting. Everyone that passes this mat......guest, trainees, other wrestlers......they'll see this piece of art and gaze at its beauty......just like I am right now...... just like you're doing right now Johnny.......and they'll know what it means to be a wrestler."
(I can't help but continue to look at the mat on the wall and loose my concentration for a few seconds. During this time, the room is silent and it's only through the silence that I remember that I still have a promo to perform.)
KN: "Remember that match Johnny. The way that I just kept on smiling at you? After every punch to the face.....I just showed off my pearly whites. With every body slam.....I just showed that million dollar smile. With every drop of blood that was spilled from my body......all I could do was laugh and smile Johnny because as soon as I saw you in that ring.....I looked into your eyes and I didn't see Johnny The Bonecrusher......the Global Champion........ one of the most fearsome wrestlers in that ring. I didn't see the confidence or the no nonsense asshole that likes to parade himself in the back.
No, I didn't see that Johnny. I didn't see a God........I saw a human. I saw a man that had fear in his eyes. I saw a man that had doubt in his soul as he stepped into that ring with me. I saw a man that knew he could lose that match.....and when I saw that part of your Johnny......I knew you weren't special. And you proved me right with that first haymaker you threw to my face. It hurt.....but it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.
And yeah, I left that match with a cut on my forehead, the back of my head and inside my mouth.....I left that match with my body in pain and a concussion.....but I also left that match knowing that you're not as good as you think that you are. That your bark is worse than your bite and the only reason why you left that match with the Global Title between your legs is because management stepped in and called the match.
Well Johnny....this time around.....you can spew your hatred at me all you want. You can spit out empty threats and curse my name from on top the mountains of heaven and hell. But when we step into that ring again Johnny.......all those words.....all that confidence......all your hopes and dreams will dwindle away once again.....and I plan on seeing a husk of a man that once was.
Prove me wrong Johnny. Show me what you can really do. Your dragon is waiting for you. He's ready to see what you can do. Question is will you bring a sword to a gun fight? Or will you bring a nuclear war head?
Show me what you got Johnny.....because if you bring that same lame shit as you did last time......you will lose.....and I will have the Global Title in my hands."
(Not once did I look at the camera. Nor will I now)
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