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Scratching The Itch
Topic Started: Nov 23 2015, 01:41 AM (70 Views)
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Shenandoah Valley is perhaps one of the more reclusive, beautiful things about Virginia. Despite the influx of Confederate Flags, rusted trailers and abandoned farms, there's some beauty hidden in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Lakeside, we cut to a well-kept house overseeing a lake, with none other than Sean Aries sitting on his porch, sipping from a mug in his finest flannel shirt, admiring the day and calm chill overtaking the land. Shifting in his chair and taking a sip of his coffee, admiring the glint of frost shining on the dying grass. Leaning off to the side, his palm curled around his chin scratching, eyes on the lake.

There comes a time when you realize, that success is measured in how you carry yourself rather than your accomplishments. Some of the best people I have ever had the pleasure of encountering backstage have never held a World Title and only made it to the mid-card, but they were happy with that. See, back in "my prime" I never understood that mindset. I saw it as weak, as complacent. How could you settle for being second best, or hell, even third. I was a person fueled by the idea of competition and literally beating down those who opposed me as long as it meant a few cheap pops, a paycheck, and a few sold T-shirts.

Key Word: Was.

Sean sips from his mug and pauses, biting his lip before continuing.

For the past year I.. I just didn't watch PRW. I didn't stream the sister promotions, I didn't read twitter. I just stayed away because at one point in my life, I forgot why I got into this business. I had so much pull, and so many people blowing smoke up my ass about how cool I was and it just.. .. it was stupid. I fell into that High School jock mentality because I had seniority. It took me four months of solitude and losing Emily for me to realize that there was more to all this than bitching and ranting about rookies getting one over on me. I, thought I was better than anything PRW had to offer, and my ego reflected that. Let's go back to that night in Philly.

There's something that shows a bit of humility in Sean's eyes. Like he's finally understanding his actions that night, and how immature they were, despite other's seeing him in the right. So rather than bottle it up, why not just get it out in the open, expose the business a bit, like one of the cool kids.

It was suppose to be my send-off match because I had previously mentioned I wanted to take some time off. Grace was at that point where I wanted to be in her life as a provider, and just be the father I knew I could be. I had done everything in this business and on that night, in my home town, I had the chance to take on Augustin Gates. Now, let me say this here and now. Auggy has a great gimmick on his hands, and a silver tongue. But when it comes to the business, he was as green as Iceland. You know the old adage "he didn't know the difference between a wristlock and a wrist watch?" That phrase was made for people like Gates. But I said to Caje and Russ that I'll give him the rub and make him look good.

Well, things were going fine until I got it in my head that Gates was going to try and weasel a win out of the match and.. to put it bluntly, I didn't want that to happen. You see there's all these unwritten rules in that ring and Auggy was breaking all of them for the sake of trying to get over on me. That's not how I operate. It's something I've never done and I look down on those who try that shit. So it got to a point where I rolled out of the ring, took my ball, and I went home. I let down Philly, I let down Russ and Caje, I let down myself, because I was too stubborn to give up a W in my hometown to a guy who's idea of getting over was surrounding himself with women who curtain jerk second-rate house shows. Maybe you can see why I gave up.

But after a few months my ego started to calm down, and I remembered how many times I had been in Augustins shoes and I for a few weeks felt bad for what I did. Do I regret it? No. No it set a solid example of what you DON'T do in this business to make a name for yourself. If I recall Augustin ended up blackballed for months and is just now coming back up the card, good for him. But I never once intended that to happen to him. I just wanted him to see that I wasn't there to make him look like the next big thing. My purpose was bigger than that, and after a year of setting up shop here, I started to see little bleedings of PRW show up in my life. I heard about Slaughter's title win and I legitamately felt like shit because I couldn't be there to celebrate with him. I've missed out on so much and it hurts to think about considering it all stems from me acting like a child. I became the guy backstage who I promised to kick in the chest, it hurts seeing yourself become the person you hate.

So leaving was my only option. After I walked out I sat backstage and told myself "This is it, just stay here for a while because quite honestly Sean, What is PRW going to do with you next?" I didn't want to end up like Ace or Caje or any other person who just doesn't get called in for their unreliable tendencies. ..Mind you that's not a shoot, both of them have their own lives outside of the business and they chose it over a life of travel and muscle tears. I respect that. But it wasn't what I wanted. So I came here. I hid in the mountains and just... lived. Thats when everything kind of started hitting me right in the face. There have been nights where I lie awake and think about all those frayed ties I've severed and how I'd never get a chance to mend them. Burned bridges, whatever you want to call them, and it just made me feel like, for lack of a better expression, shitty person.

What I had to do was find a new purpose for myself in this place, and I plan on doing that. It all starts with Mercer and Christmas Carnage. You see, despite my twitter fingers shooting off I have great intentions for PRW, because when I come back here to watch Grace skate on this lake I want to be able to do it in peace. I don't want those lingering feelings to present themselves the next time someone asks me for a photo or recognizes me. I want to be able to coach my daughter's hockey games with out parents or kids thinking I'm a complete asshole. Some people can deal with that, but I can't. I'm Sean Aries. I'm the perpetual good guy, I save the day, I rescue the princess, and now I have the chance to make PRW great again.



Sean sips once more and then turns his mug so the camera can see that cliche phrase on the side. "World's #1 Dad".

To you, this is just a cheap slogan and an even cheaper Father's day gift. To me, it's a reminder that someone looks at me like the greatest man in the world. If... If I can leave PRW with my fans in the same mentality, then I can rest peacefully. If I can make amends for my actions, I'll be able to sleep without waking up ridden with guilt. If I can walk out of PRW with the new guard looking at me like a savior rather than a burden, I can retire. Until then, I'm doomed to haunt this company like my actions do me. Listen I could go on forever about how I'm an asshole and I hate myself, but it's about half past seven and there's a little girl in there who I need to get to school, and a dad I need to pick up from the airport so he can watch his grand daughter while her father is off parading in colorful underwear punching people in the face.

The next time you see me, I'll be in Vegas. Catching up with Alex and most likely betting a bit of money on a few NFL games that I'll surely lose. But if I can leave you with one thing, it's this. Mercer, you my friend, have no idea what I'm going to put you through for the sake of having a good match. You got the strength and the size but I have the experience, I have the prowess and I have the wherewithall to snap your arm and leave you in complete shock as you see your Ulna jutting out through your flesh. But I'm doing it out of respect, and to make you a better wrestler. This isn't personal, this isn't revenge. This isn't even about the stakes at risk.


The camera slowly fades out, Sean taking one more sip of his coffee before starting to stand, being heard clearly through the black of the feed.

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