Post by Kelson Hewitt on Apr 19, 2022 4:00:11 GMT -5
There have been many times in my life where I have been alone with my thoughts. It is a meeting within myself that I often avoid. It’s ironic, isn’t it? That a man who thinks of himself as a hero is too afraid to self-evaluate? How can I help others if I can’t even help myself?
The memories of being defeated by Dylan Thomas, by Veronica Strader, twice, and now, the permanent stain of losing a battle royal. The taste was bitter sweet, literally thanks to the waves that crashed into Kelson’s face. Now, days before his war with BRIM, OCW cameras caught up with Kelson as he sat by the sea on a dreary sunset. He smelled like shit, he looked like shit, and overall, he felt like shit. It was a long journey to get here, and now everything was looking to come full circle.
I dunno… I really don’t. I don’t know how I can help myself. I’ve gone from being a premiere talent with a bright future, to a guy who can’t even deliver a win to save himself. I talk about my win over Bob Grenier a lot… not because I want to rub it in his face… but it was the last time I did something meaningful. Sure, I won this shot at the Savage Championship… sure, Dylan Thomas and I have this on-going feud with PerZag and The Dravers… but no one’s talking about that. No one’s talking about Kelson Hewitt. It bothers me. It bothers me so much knowing that despite my best efforts, I can’t capitalize on what matters the most, showing people that you don’t need to be a cheating sack of shit to get somewhere in this business. So I ask myself, what can I do this weekend, to even have a chance of beating BRIM?
He clicked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, shaking his head slowly.
There’s always a fighting chance for someone like me. I’m stubborn as a mule. A lot of people so far have tried to put me down, they’ve tried to say I’m nothing more than a flash in a pan sensation that wouldn’t last. Here I sit, five months into my career, and I’m still breathing. I’m still fighting, and despite everything that has happened in my career, I’m still pushing myself each and every day in hopes of becoming a mainstay for the people searching for a hero.
A sigh full of emotion echoed out.
No one ever said it was easy being a hero, and I’ve realized that. I’ve found myself wanting to break rules… wanting to join PerZag’s band of misfits… wanting to have my revenge on people that have wronged me… but I never do it. There’s that one second that reminds me that I have a responsibility, a responsibility to be the bigger man. That’s what sets me apart from everyone else… they can have their titles, they can have their winning streaks… but at the end of the day, they can never have the heart that beats in my chest. That difference is what I believe is going to help lead me to victory at Technical Difficulties.
The BRIM sized elephant in the room presents itself as Kelson looks to the camera… but he’s not looking at the fans… he’s not looking at his doubters… he’s looking at BRIM.
I can sit here and go over what everyone else has said, but look at where that’s gotten them; squashed like a bug. You’re a hell of a monster, BRIM, I fully admit that. It’s all caps when you spell the man’s name, for a man of your stature. You and I collided this past Monday, and the force of your power… it’s something different. It’s an unrelenting power I have never felt before in my career. I’ll admit it, it scares me… it scares me knowing what that kind of power could do to someone who isn’t prepared. Any regular joe would be done in an instant, just like that. Not only have you beaten countless superstars here, but not even Supreme Machine could stop you. With all of that being accounted for… it seems like the odds are in your favor.
A half-hearted shrug over comes Kelson.
But I’m not here to compare myself to you. I’m not here to try and debate with you why I think you won’t win… I’m here to tell you that I’m not going down without a fight. I’ve been through hell and back on this fucking island. Never in my life have I wanted to throw in the towel until I’ve gotten here. I’ve been attacked, I’ve lost two matches, one of them thanks to you, and I go into the biggest one on one match in my career. I’m hurting, BRIM, I really am. Physically, I’m at the lowest point in my career. I’ve survived on bitter water, fruits, and my own vomit. That’s right, my own puke, just to get something in my stomach. People want to try and mingle with the locals like TIO… people want to try and make something “fun” out of this place… but me? I’ve struggled. Struggled to understand why it is that I’ve had to go through this… but now? It’s clicking. It finally clicked that this island here was meant to hold me down… to beat on me until I gave up… but look at me now.
Despite it all, he’s still here.
I’ve gone through so much that I can’t afford to just lose to you. I can’t afford to let you think you can walk over me with the Savage Championship in your grasp. You earned a shot at the OCW Title… you want to be the guy holding two titles at once… but I refuse to allow that. You haven’t gone through what I’ve gone through here. You haven’t cried like I’ve cried. You haven’t walked a single step into my shoes. While I was begging God to kill me where I stood after we went off air, what were you doing? Swimming. Fucking swimming. I hated seeing that… and now I hate the thought that somehow, someway, a guy who swims is going to beat me.
His dirty, grimey hands clenched themselves into fists.
I say… fuck that. Fuck the idea of you beating me. Fuck this island and it’s weak ass attempt at holding me back from being one hundred percent. I’m pissed off, and I have a fire lit under my ass that’s scorching hot. This is my second chance at becoming a champion, and I’ve been fucked over once before… but not anymore. I’m sick and tired of the cheapskates, of the cheaters, of the pansy ass, wannabe “wrestlers”. I’m a hero god damn it, and I’m not gonna let this slide any longer. Stab me, slice me open, do whatever you want to me, but I’m STILL going to get up and give you, YOU BRIM, everything I’ve got! The Savage Championship belongs to someone who’s full of grit, who can survive ANYTHING, and that person is me! You hear me? I’m not going to let you continue on your merry way to potentially being a dual champion without taking a piece of you on the way there. At Technical Difficulties, you’re going to get the fight of your life. The same fight everyone before you has faced… except this time, you’re not going to get up, and I’m going to make this Island my BITCH when I stand on top of it as the NEW SAVAGE CHAMPION!
The Man Of Steel’s eyes pierced the screen, and for a second, it looked as if they lit up in a blue flame, with the intensity and passion soaring like a bald eagle. For Kelson Hewitt, this is it; the reward for his suffering.
