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11/2/17
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Topic Started: Nov 2 2017, 02:48 AM (103 Views)
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Aries
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Nov 2 2017, 02:48 AM
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*bop*
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Jesse,
Heidi, it's a lovely name.
With that out of the way, I regret to inform you that the Sean Aries you are requesting has passed on.
Not peacefully upon the floor of his estate, left with a spilled bottle of Viagra and an abundance of porn, nor with valiant glory upon the battlefield, chest pierced by the bayonets of his enemy as he falls with his flag ever standing.
Sean Aries was slowly smothered and snuffed out, in a board room in New York.
Because according to PRW, I could never be the person who they wanted me to be, ever again. Something I have foreseen happening you. I sat at home and watched you literally seize up and almost die on the floor, and for what? 400 Dollars worth of molded gold and leather. Mind you, that belt now sits around the waist of a man I haven't seen at a PRW event since... well, he drilled the top of your skull into the apron. I felt my stomach knot because even in all of our jabs and digs. Even I can have sympathy for someone I've called a douche-bag to their face, repeatedly. The fact someone had the audacity to do that to you shows what the word respect really means in this business. All for a title that once in fact, held my testicles like they were upon a platter.
But let me tell you something about the itch, Jess. It's not wrestling that causes it. It's the life wrestling build around you, that gets in your head. We grow up hearing these redneck fairy tales about heroic comebacks and underdog victories and the old vet "GIVIN' IT ONE MORE GO!" and we think that's what our destiny is within the world of wrestling. To cement your legacy in the hallowed halls of fame and storied history.
But the itch doesn't go away, it's heroin. You feed it once, and then you find yourself back on tour every three months, hoping it's your shot but everyone keeps you around for a cheap pop and to pull a 3 star match for some kid who still points at the God Damn turnbuckle before he climbs the ropes.
You become the host of amateur hour.
SO you find yourself right back at the bottom of the card, putting over talent, hoping maybe one day, ONE SHOW, ONE LUCKY BREAK AT THE BIG TIME, you get the rub and get that spotlight again. You scratch the itch, but by then? .. You've become a parody of what you were trying to become.
I made a choice. Either I could become a sad, broken shill for "conquering adversity" and "being a survivor" when that's what I thought I was to begin with. Day One guy, too goofy to be champ, goes on to do it 3 times and be the name people literally want to fucking be.
But to those running the show? I didn't have those traits until they took the time to call me and ask "oh hey, you surviving the whole cancer thing?" Nine god damn months after I was diagnosed.
Or...
Or I could walk out of that room, keep my mouth shut like I've learned to do in this business, and never wrestle for PRW again.
Even if the Sean Aries you wanted was alive, and ready for a fight. I don't have it in me to finished what I started.
I brought up your daughter's name for a specific reason, and it was you finally getting to see me jealous. I never got the gift of naming Grace, that was stolen from me, ironically enough, from a Heidi. So you have that. You have the gift of holding her in your arms for the first time in the hospital, seeing her first moments blessing the Earth. You get to have that, and I don't.
But what I do have, is 8 years of memories. First steps, first words, first curse words, and I get to have so much more. I mention this, because it's something I want YOU to have with your girl. I want you to witness and embrace these moments, to treasure them.
The Sean Aries you want to fight? Would leave you asking what her name was every time she entered the room, for the rest of your life. The Sean Aries you want to fight, would leave you foaming at the mouth again, but would keep his foot on your neck. The Sean Aries you wanted to be like, would have spiked you on your head again to make sure the job was done, he was never one to leave second chances.
I don't want that, and you don't NEED that.
Be happy he's dead.
I know I am.
- Sean Aries.
Edited by Aries, Nov 2 2017, 02:52 AM.
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