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A Letter From The Depths Of Rock Bottom
Topic Started: Apr 4 2018, 11:48 PM (106 Views)
Joey NOX
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Dear PRW Fans,


I am writing this letter to you from Alex LeBanc's gym. I'm tired, I'm covered in sweat, I can barely see straight after working out for over three hard hours and everything on me is screaming in various tones, shouting various phrases in various languages to the point where I can't even think straight. I am writing to you not for sympathy but to ask you all a very pointed question.


What the fuck is wrong with me?



Okay that could take a while. Let's rephrase this a little bit.



What the fuck is wrong with me now?



Better. Much better. Let's approach this from a RIGHT NOW perspective because there's truly no greater time than the present, right? The fuck's wrong with me right now? Why am I in this gym? Why am I training? Why do I have a flight to Australia booked for a show I have no interest in being at?


Why?


Why


Why?


Last year I was at Superbattle because I had a goal. It's the one event I never won without any controversy. It was the one event by which there was a cloud over my entire career. For years I tried to win Superbattle and either came up short or won it by virtue of a draw. A DRAW all things. I Lex Luger'd Superbattle and while I love The Total Package and wish to one day be as pectastic, it's not the trophy I wanted. I wanted to win the god damn thing and I went out there and I did that. I beat a tremendous assortment of names and faces from Ace Andrews to Manik Mercer to Suzy Conrad to Vincent Knight to Alexander Owens to Kevin Mordrad. I faced some truly unique, truly great talents and I outlasted them all. I am honored to have shared the ring with those guys and have tested myself even if I know each and every one of them look at me and see the guy who ruined their dream. I can live with that and wear it like a badge of honor because it means I accomplished MY dream. I went to Summerfest and I had my shot and I came up short vs Jesse Drive. No shame in that. I stepped up on three days notice to face Ata Tatupu for the belt in December and came up short, no shame in that either. I left both of those matches feeling like I did my best and gave it my all. I walked out there happy.


For those of you have never ever been a wrestler before, I want you to understand that happiness doesn't exist for most of us. It's rare like a virgin ring rat or a cheap fancy hotel or the white whale holy grail as a certain Brit would say. We spend our lives in hotels, in venues, in airports, in shitty restaurants, in musty gyms to travel to musty locker rooms to compete in venues that are either too hot or too cold in countries all around the world. My passport has more stamps on it then most people have love interests. We long for those few days off the road where we can just sit, let our body relax and combat the growing urge to get in our cars and instinctively drive to the next town. Some of us numb ourselves with drugs or alcohol, others consume themselves in the craft and some just snap. There is no happy. There is no joy. We live a dream inside a nightmare; our own personal heaven and hell that collide each and every day. We all LOVE this business----but this business doesn't give us happiness except for when we stand inside that ring and are embraced or villified by you people. Our happiness is confined to the contents of a moving van. Our one true joy lives in PRW's personal Uhaul truck and there's something so pure about the fact that I went home happy. I left Christmas Chaos (Carnage?) content about my life and content with where I was.


So why am I here?


I signed myself up for Superbattle. It was....it was like instinctive. The phone rang, I picked it up and said "Yes." I can't even remember who called me and offered me the spot! I just said yes! I said yes to Superbattle and told them to bring my ticket before I even had a chance to digest the offer. I didn't ask about money, I didn't ask about hotel arrangements, I didn't bother to even try and politic for a number. They called and I answered and I said yes WITHOUT even knowing who else is in this match. I headed to the gym, trained twice as hard as I had been training for the three months previous and I went home hurting. I took an ice bath, hated myself some more and then went to bed. If you're smart enough to guess I woke up hating myself and did the whole damn thing over again then congratulations! You're smarter than I am.


So again, what the FUCK is wrong with me?


I don't know any of the people in Superbattle. I truthfully have zero idea who else is in the match. I'm assuming they'll be some familiar faces in there and some new folks. Everybody there has to be approaching this like it's the biggest match of the year for them. Meanwhile I'm sweating and dying in a gym because....why? It's....why? Like why should I even care? I've got an undisputed title reign, two tag titles, an X-Division title, a Hall of Fame plaque, I launched careers, I set names to faces. I've made people, I've been a star, I HEADLINED THREE Summerfests. I took Wrath to her toughest test as champion. Why the fuck am I still here trying to do this? What do I have to prove?


And you know the really fucked up thing?



You really want to know what's really REALLY fucking crazy?



I'm not mad at myself for signing up.



I'm mad at myself for having the balls to think I can win it two years in a row.


Because I can. Because I will.


Because I'm not going to hate myself for a month and change to NOT win this fucking thing. I CANNOT leave that place with an L. So you fine folks figure out what's wrong with me because I need help and I got into a profession without insurance so I'm not paying the premiums for a shrink. You fans out there with WebMD figure me out. In the meantime I've got a fucking match to win.








Love Always,



Joey NOX
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