Post by Brandon Gateman on Jun 21, 2014 23:46:27 GMT -5
They dedicate their lives
to running all of his
He tries to please them all
this bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
he's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
a tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
to die regretfully
That old man here is me
7 years ago.....
The roars of the crowd.
The electricity of the event.
The heart stopping adrenaline that pumps through your veins every time you walk through the curtain.
You keep pushing yourself harder and harder each time you enter the ring. Its because of all the emotion that fills our body and soul that we do what we do. Its why we put our bodies on the line each and every single night.
To please the "Fan". The people who buy the merchandise. The ones who are chanting your name over and over again because they want to be able to live the fantasy. The fantasy of the professional wrestler. The fantasy of being larger than life.
Indestructible
Invincible
I would go out to that ring and put everything I had into my matches. I was raised into the business. I understood the laws and I understood the respect.
I did it for the fans. I did it for my family. But most importantly, I did it for myself.
But......
.....when did it go so wrong?
When did I lose sight of the laws? When did I lose the respect I had fought so hard to earn?
The Present.....
I wake up
Before I even open my eyes I know that it's going to be "one of those days". I can feel the pain rolling around in my head and trying to find a home behind my eyes. My mouth dry and pasty with a slight sour taste.
Its a taste I know oh to well.
I slowly open my eyes and have to close them quickly as the morning sun come pouring in through the window above me. Slowly I open my right eye to get a glimpse of my surroundings. I know that I am in a hotel room. The lumpy and hard mattress is a clear indicator. I take my hands and rub them open. They have adjusted to the light and I try to move. It is then that I realize I am being held down by another person.
A women
Ugh, not again....I think so myself as I remove my arm from her grip.
I sit up on the bed and put my head in my hands. The pain moving from my eyes to my temples. All I want to do is take ice picks and stab myself on both sides
Yes, that would be great. Lets stab myself in the temples...
I turn around to look at my mystery women.
What was I thinking?
I stand up and move towards the washroom and look in the mirror. My eyes bloodshot and tired. My face looking like I had fought a war.
I just want this pain to go away!
I look down on the sink and see a bottle of Advil. Its feels light to I shake it.
Damn! Its empty...
I walk into the kitchen and take a look for something that will help with the pain.
And that's when I see it. My salvation. The one thing that for the last few years and made me feel the same way I felt when I was in the ring. When the fans were chanting my name.
When I felt indestructible
Invincible
I grab the green bottle on the counter and take off the cap. I take a swig and feel the warmth of the liquid coercing through my throat and into my body. I feel the edge slowly coming off. The pain in my head starts to numb.
And all I want to do is cry.
to running all of his
He tries to please them all
this bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
he's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
a tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
to die regretfully
That old man here is me
7 years ago.....
The roars of the crowd.
The electricity of the event.
The heart stopping adrenaline that pumps through your veins every time you walk through the curtain.
You keep pushing yourself harder and harder each time you enter the ring. Its because of all the emotion that fills our body and soul that we do what we do. Its why we put our bodies on the line each and every single night.
To please the "Fan". The people who buy the merchandise. The ones who are chanting your name over and over again because they want to be able to live the fantasy. The fantasy of the professional wrestler. The fantasy of being larger than life.
Indestructible
Invincible
I would go out to that ring and put everything I had into my matches. I was raised into the business. I understood the laws and I understood the respect.
I did it for the fans. I did it for my family. But most importantly, I did it for myself.
But......
.....when did it go so wrong?
When did I lose sight of the laws? When did I lose the respect I had fought so hard to earn?
The Present.....
I wake up
Before I even open my eyes I know that it's going to be "one of those days". I can feel the pain rolling around in my head and trying to find a home behind my eyes. My mouth dry and pasty with a slight sour taste.
Its a taste I know oh to well.
I slowly open my eyes and have to close them quickly as the morning sun come pouring in through the window above me. Slowly I open my right eye to get a glimpse of my surroundings. I know that I am in a hotel room. The lumpy and hard mattress is a clear indicator. I take my hands and rub them open. They have adjusted to the light and I try to move. It is then that I realize I am being held down by another person.
A women
Ugh, not again....I think so myself as I remove my arm from her grip.
I sit up on the bed and put my head in my hands. The pain moving from my eyes to my temples. All I want to do is take ice picks and stab myself on both sides
Yes, that would be great. Lets stab myself in the temples...
I turn around to look at my mystery women.
What was I thinking?
I stand up and move towards the washroom and look in the mirror. My eyes bloodshot and tired. My face looking like I had fought a war.
I just want this pain to go away!
I look down on the sink and see a bottle of Advil. Its feels light to I shake it.
Damn! Its empty...
I walk into the kitchen and take a look for something that will help with the pain.
And that's when I see it. My salvation. The one thing that for the last few years and made me feel the same way I felt when I was in the ring. When the fans were chanting my name.
When I felt indestructible
Invincible
I grab the green bottle on the counter and take off the cap. I take a swig and feel the warmth of the liquid coercing through my throat and into my body. I feel the edge slowly coming off. The pain in my head starts to numb.
And all I want to do is cry.