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Three different people, Three different views.
Topic Started: Oct 17 2011, 05:40 PM (215 Views)
Iron Heart
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“They call me a dare-devil, but I’m not precise enough. Unprofessional, at an amateur level, I love my life to much.”



“Escape Artist.”




The lyrics of one of my favorite songs mellow in the back of my mind. I let the percussion of my debut win sweep into the notes, and exhale a feeling that could be quite harmony. Unfortunately, this sound track will have to end soon enough. Before that needle skips off that record I’ll bask in the thoughts of my victory. To be honest, I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome. I came into that match with ring rust that was so thick that I’m surprised it didn’t anchor me down to floor. But, at the same time it was if Radd no showed, it seemed he didn’t have the sense to compete. So, I take the win, I take the victory, and let those lyrics of one of my favorite songs embrace how I’m feeling.



A new song will have to take place, something heavy and compromising all at once. My next match I’ll be sharing the ring with three somebodies. Me, I’m still a nobody, but that makes me a very dangerous person.



Not dangerous in the sense of my hands fondling the triggers of a gun like some mad man, who forgot to take his anti-psychotic meds the night before. I’m dangerous in a more lethal kind of way; I’m dangerous because I have absolutely nothing to lose.



“And when I say nothing, I mean it in the best of terms. If I lose this match I’ll still be at the bottom, and if I win this match I’ll be that nobody that got the upset over a somebody. The way I see it, me winning this match hurts them more then it helps me. You losing to someone no one knows anything about hurts your stock, maybe I’ll get that green arrow and jump a little bit in the market, but the percentage just won’t be enough.”



“A tag match, a fucking tag match.”
I had that theme rolling around in my head like some kind of disease the past 24 hours. It almost felt like blood clots forming on the top of my brain the more I thought about it. Disgust, disconcern, and then beauty; as much as I hated this idea maybe it is a perfect opportunity. As much as I hate fucking tag match’s and the whole lets touch hands and take turns being a bunch of fucking fags type of scenario, it was unicorns and fucking rainbows.



“Because, if I’d want anyone to watch my back it would be Ivan Gurlukovich.”



Dedicated, inspired, invested, and an absolute beast. These are some words I would use to describe my Russian Comrade. He shows all the traits to be great, to be one of the best, and yet I call him comrade and know he cannot be trusted. With every pro comes a con, and with the war path this man has left behind him I can smell the con’s creeping at my doorstep. This beast will not let anything get in his way to victory, and that includes me.



“From what I understand, the man he once had an allegiance to died some time ago.”



So when I place my feet onto the apron and let the soles of my boots touch that canvas I must show nothing but complete composure. Just the thought of the Soviet Stretch makes my back hunch in the fear of not the man, but fear in the notion of failure. I can feel my vertebras press against one another, I can feel my spine begin to cringe and turn in ways it should not be capable of. My nervous system shutters as the blood pumps and rushes to my brain with a message, “You will not let this happen.”



“No, Instead I think this expression of what lies ahead should take a different route.”





Joey Giorando, my mind is a compulsive mess with thoughts reigning in from all over. Light bulbs popping up from left to right with the expression of ideas like I’m in some kind of fucking cartoon. I really don’t know what I should say, not because I have no ideas, but because you made this way to fucking easy and I don’t know where to start. The NYC complex, daddy issues, your insecurity of manliness, or your corny catch phrase. Then again, maybe I should take it easy on you.



"But, why in gods heaven of fucking fuck sake would I do that?"



First off mic presence, it’s about creativity, not treating the microphone like it’s a penis, and rubbing out gay catch phrases. “If you mess with the bull, you get the horns.” I’d insert another gay joke right about now, but the last thing I want is you questioning your sexual preference in the middle of our match.



So, now my next topic, New York City, what is so special about New York City? Obviously it’s not the people, I take one good look at you and can do nothing but laugh. The city sights? The best site is the Statue of Liberty and that was made by the fucking French! Oh, so it must be the views, you know the ones where they think there god is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much more wealthier. So that explains why everyone waves those flags especially the white party. Deep down, NYC is just another fucking joke.



"Which brings me to your insecurity of being a man."



You travel company to company because you want to be tough you want to be a man, but why is it even an issue? I get it, you ran with the big dogs, you ran with a group that was feared by the community and everyone else on the outside. So ask yourself, how much of a man do you need to be to strike down on a victim who is already drowning in their own sense of fear. How much of a man do you need to be to destroy the life of someone who has already gave up in the sight of your presence.



“That’s no man at all, you peasant.”



Finally, let’s talk about you and your daddy issues. I’m sure just bringing up his name has your stomach churning with a sound of vengeance, and with no intention of remorse. Even more so, I’m positive veins are starting to become exposed at your neck and a feeling of rage has took control over the structure of your face. Your fists that were once clammy are more than likely rolled into a fist as the strength of your grip strangles your palms until they turn white. Your angry, your sad, and you feel every other emotion in between.



“This is where I let you know I’m not going to say anything about your father.”



As I’m sure the thoughts running through your head and the emotions your body is producing are enough to get my point across. Just the mention of his name made the war horn go off in your head, and commence the running of the bulls.



“Autumn Waterfall.”



I find myself in a loss for words, I go to speak and what I should say about an opponent is truly not how I feel. My biggest fear is the burden I would put on myself for causing something as unique as you any pain. I find myself memorized as any harm done to someone as beautiful as you is a crime of nature itself. Whole hearted, beauty, and not one ounce of corruption invested into your soul.



“You truly are one of a kind.”



Behind this mask of mine is a man scarred and battered, which could resemble that of your past. The difference is if I removed my mask the people would act as if they’ve seen that face before. You on the other hand would not be so unfortunate, and at the same time this is also why I fear the most from you in this upcoming match. Your heart has been broken and pieced back together, just like everyone else, but your one thing that the other two men in this match are not.



“You are the veteran.”



Your spirit has been attacked completely shattered by the hands and tools of nature. Your heart was lost and your tears have ran from those eyes on many occasions. But yet, you continue to stay strong. The same thing you embrace is the same thing that caused you so much pain, and you continue to stay strong. The one thing that destroyed your world and you continue to allow mother nature grace the hugs within your arms, and for that I respect you.



“You are the hardest, and strongest person in this match.”



Your will is untouchable, and your journeys unmatched, you are a warrior in the most elegant form. Thankfully for me, I don’t believe my Russian comrade thinks the same way I do. So I apologize now and hope you accept.



“Sorry Autumn Waterfall, but I’m going to have to hurt you.”







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