Post by Bronx Valescence on Feb 14, 2016 6:41:09 GMT
“I wish I was standing here as a champion, but I’m not. I don’t think you grew up a wrestling fan if you haven’t dreamed of one day hoisting up championships in the Tokyo Dome in Japan. There? Wrestling isn’t some kind of joke. There you are looked at like an athlete, you aren’t just another monster lugging his baggage through the airport. You’re a god. I wanted to be looked at as a god. I dreamed about it, but it was ripped away from me.”
Long gone was the crowd in Cleveland, Ohio. Their trash remained, the party that happened in the ring earlier was left as well. Confetti, liquid which he was sure was from plentiful bottles of champagne. Here, on a NGW show, a company to which Bronx was contracted to, here he had lost to NGW superstar Dead Eye. Here Bronx sat, still in his ring gear. Not ever wanting to go home, but he knew eventually he would have to move on.
“It’s funny, funny because it was a loss is what motivated me for this match, and it’s fitting another loss will be the one that pushes me towards Japan now. Two triple threat matches in two different companies. Both for titles, and they both equal the same result. Me, coming out a loser.”
Bronx sat in the middle of the ring, some janitors had moved in to clean things up, and sure, Bronx probably had a red eye to catch to some city to hit his connector back to Portland, Oregon where he was currently calling home. Here, he just wanted to soak in the moment. His right leg was stretched all the way out with his toes pointing towards the ceiling. The other leg was pulled up, to where his knee was nearly in his chest, and Bronx clutched that one knee to hold himself steady.
“What I’ve learned over the years is—you learn more from your losses than you do your wins in this business. You’re going to win some, and you’re going to lose some. Losing pisses me off, and while all I want to do is plot ways to get my championship back. I can’t help but think of one thing. Four little letters running through my head over and over from the time the bell rang to now.”
A small, significant smile crossed his thin lips.
“Why frown and pout over a championship when I’ve got one of the most exciting matches in my career to look forward to? So I’ll make the long flight to Japan, alone. I won’t have two big gold belts accompanying me. I will bring my pride, though. Something I still have left, because something funny has followed me around ever since I stepped foot in this business a little more a year ago.”
He paused.
“Greatness. No matter where I’ve been, no matter what I’ve done. Greatness has followed. The best main event in GIW history? Done, with me in it. The greatest main event in NGW history? Done with me in it. Arguably one of the best main events in 4CW history? Done…With yours truly in it. The common factor? I didn’t walk out a winner in any of those matches either. All of my life I’ve been the loveable loser, the glorified underdog…I expect nothing less against two of the best the junior heavyweight class has to offer.”
Bronx winced as he lowered his knee back down to the mat to stretch it out beside his other leg.
“I’ve followed Ryan Kidd since I aspired to be in the wrestling business. I haven’t followed Wolfe as closely, but the tracks he has left and the companies he has been in? They carry a lot of clout, but what I want these guys to know, is what you see on Twitter…Isn’t what you get in the ring. Controversy follows me outside of the ring, but inside? I wrestle with a burning desire that only the Japanese can appreciate. You see, I bait people into this false sense of security, that being, because they’re in the ring with me, they think because I make funny jokes on Twitter and I say it me that I’m an easy out.”
He slowly lowered his gaze from looking at ceiling of the small venue to looking forward toward the ropes, a knowing smirk curled to his lips.
“Now? I’m not worried about the NGW Unified championship, or am I worried about the 4CW championship—those will come. What I’m worried about, is continuing to make a name for myself. Continuing to chase the dream of one day being the best wrestler this world has to offer. Look, tonight isn’t the night to sit here and trash Eric Wolfe and Ryan Kidd. Tonight is a night to pay homage, because I’m feeling nostalgic. Tomorrow, the sun will come up, and even though I won’t have those titles around my waist. I know there’s always going to be opportunities to prove myself.”
Gingerly he got to his feet, using the ropes behind him to help himself up, when he did he moved his knees back and forth as if trying to knock the rust off of them.
“So, sorry boys. If you’re looking for someone to sing you a song and a dance. It isn’t me. If you’re looking for someone to bow down to you because of your past accomplishments? It isn’t me. If you’re looking for someone who you’re just going to push-over because of how he acts on Twitter? It isn’t me. What you’re going to get in the Tokyo Dome is a pissed off son of a bitch who just lost both of his titles and is looking to take it out on something.”
Softly he punched the ropes a couple of times, it bounced back into the air a few times before he spun back around.
“I plan on having another five star match, but this time. I walk out a winner.”
Long gone was the crowd in Cleveland, Ohio. Their trash remained, the party that happened in the ring earlier was left as well. Confetti, liquid which he was sure was from plentiful bottles of champagne. Here, on a NGW show, a company to which Bronx was contracted to, here he had lost to NGW superstar Dead Eye. Here Bronx sat, still in his ring gear. Not ever wanting to go home, but he knew eventually he would have to move on.
“It’s funny, funny because it was a loss is what motivated me for this match, and it’s fitting another loss will be the one that pushes me towards Japan now. Two triple threat matches in two different companies. Both for titles, and they both equal the same result. Me, coming out a loser.”
Bronx sat in the middle of the ring, some janitors had moved in to clean things up, and sure, Bronx probably had a red eye to catch to some city to hit his connector back to Portland, Oregon where he was currently calling home. Here, he just wanted to soak in the moment. His right leg was stretched all the way out with his toes pointing towards the ceiling. The other leg was pulled up, to where his knee was nearly in his chest, and Bronx clutched that one knee to hold himself steady.
“What I’ve learned over the years is—you learn more from your losses than you do your wins in this business. You’re going to win some, and you’re going to lose some. Losing pisses me off, and while all I want to do is plot ways to get my championship back. I can’t help but think of one thing. Four little letters running through my head over and over from the time the bell rang to now.”
A small, significant smile crossed his thin lips.
“Why frown and pout over a championship when I’ve got one of the most exciting matches in my career to look forward to? So I’ll make the long flight to Japan, alone. I won’t have two big gold belts accompanying me. I will bring my pride, though. Something I still have left, because something funny has followed me around ever since I stepped foot in this business a little more a year ago.”
He paused.
“Greatness. No matter where I’ve been, no matter what I’ve done. Greatness has followed. The best main event in GIW history? Done, with me in it. The greatest main event in NGW history? Done with me in it. Arguably one of the best main events in 4CW history? Done…With yours truly in it. The common factor? I didn’t walk out a winner in any of those matches either. All of my life I’ve been the loveable loser, the glorified underdog…I expect nothing less against two of the best the junior heavyweight class has to offer.”
Bronx winced as he lowered his knee back down to the mat to stretch it out beside his other leg.
“I’ve followed Ryan Kidd since I aspired to be in the wrestling business. I haven’t followed Wolfe as closely, but the tracks he has left and the companies he has been in? They carry a lot of clout, but what I want these guys to know, is what you see on Twitter…Isn’t what you get in the ring. Controversy follows me outside of the ring, but inside? I wrestle with a burning desire that only the Japanese can appreciate. You see, I bait people into this false sense of security, that being, because they’re in the ring with me, they think because I make funny jokes on Twitter and I say it me that I’m an easy out.”
He slowly lowered his gaze from looking at ceiling of the small venue to looking forward toward the ropes, a knowing smirk curled to his lips.
“Now? I’m not worried about the NGW Unified championship, or am I worried about the 4CW championship—those will come. What I’m worried about, is continuing to make a name for myself. Continuing to chase the dream of one day being the best wrestler this world has to offer. Look, tonight isn’t the night to sit here and trash Eric Wolfe and Ryan Kidd. Tonight is a night to pay homage, because I’m feeling nostalgic. Tomorrow, the sun will come up, and even though I won’t have those titles around my waist. I know there’s always going to be opportunities to prove myself.”
Gingerly he got to his feet, using the ropes behind him to help himself up, when he did he moved his knees back and forth as if trying to knock the rust off of them.
“So, sorry boys. If you’re looking for someone to sing you a song and a dance. It isn’t me. If you’re looking for someone to bow down to you because of your past accomplishments? It isn’t me. If you’re looking for someone who you’re just going to push-over because of how he acts on Twitter? It isn’t me. What you’re going to get in the Tokyo Dome is a pissed off son of a bitch who just lost both of his titles and is looking to take it out on something.”
Softly he punched the ropes a couple of times, it bounced back into the air a few times before he spun back around.
“I plan on having another five star match, but this time. I walk out a winner.”