Post by Matt Jackson on Nov 16, 2012 18:27:51 GMT -6
This was not supposed to happen. In a world where a mans worth is only measured by those he has left behind him or beneath his boot I was supposed to start with a bang. A loud, arrogant angry bang that was to herald the arrival of the next step in the evolution of what a "professional wrestler" could be. But instead as my cockiness gave way to humility I realized that lessons learned are more important at the start than after patterns have developed and habits have taken hold. But the man who now sits here pondering his next move is not a changed man, nor have I had some soulful realisation about my arrogance and attitude.
My name is Joshua Stevens. I am a young, athletically gifted Canadian professional wrestler who was born to be in this business. A man who was bred to be the best and a man who stands on an edge of greatness. Last week I had a stumble. I was beaten by an inferior wrestler, an interior athlete and an inferior man. But it wasn't Seth Evans who beat me oh no. It was me. I beat me, I stood arrogantly in the face of a man who I underestimated and I didn't take him seriously. Seth Evans did not beat Josh Stevens, Josh Stevens beat Josh Stevens. I stood, I faultered, I failed and now here I am back on my own two feet and this has just made me a better man and a better wrestler, because now I know, I can't and won't hold back....."
As I sit here and ponder these thoughts, feel these feelings and staert to get my head straight I know that a new week brings a new dawn, a new challenge and another chance to show everyone why they should believe the hype.......
"This is highly unorthodox Joshua....."
I sat there, my head down. I'd just told my father my life's dream. I told him what I wanted to do with my life. I told him why I wasn't going to Yale like him...it didn't go down well....
"You asked me what I wanted. You told me I could do what I wanted and I could accomplish anything. That is how you raised me. This is what I want to do...."
He looked at me and I could see the the mixture of emotion in his eyes. Understanding of wanting to live my own life and my own dreams, but disappointment over my decision.
"Within reason. Look at your brothers and your sister. They are on the right life path....they know what they want and have plans for real careers and lives. Not this fantasy you have. I thought you would have grown out of it......"
I couldn't help but laugh. My father stared at me perplexed.
"This is my path. I know what I want to do, I know how to get where I need to be. Why can't you be happy for me?. Most kids, when they're five they say what they want to be and it changes over and over again until they become an adult. This is what I said I wanted to be when I nwas five and I still do, it never went away, it never stopped. This is my passion, this is my life and I will put everything I am into it and I will succeed......with or without your blessing....."
He stood face to face with me. My father is a man of great stature, similar height and build to me but a mind that has felt the weight of wisdom and a loving heart filled with hopes and dreams for his family and eyes full of guidance.
"I see you have made your decision. Alright, if this is what you really want and this is the path your life takes you then I have no right to stand in it's way. Just promise me that if you want this you will not let anything stand in your way....."
I slowly smiled at him and no more words needed to be exchanged. He knew from the look on my face and the conviction our family has always had that I was never going to let life beat me down and I was not going to fail......this is the life I chose and this is the life I love.....
"Lucifer Lovecraft. Last week, you and I shared in the pain of loss. While I dominated Seth Evans until he was able to fluke out a victory you got humiliated by Markus Reeves, now while I agree that he is a monster, he is not....I repeat he is not that high of the evolutionary scale. He's a brute, a beast. And beasts Lucifer can be tamed. You, obviously lack the necessary intelligence to do such a thing and you were mauled by the primitive animal....."
I smirk and fold my arms.
"Me?, I would have shown him what it was like to face a real athlete. He, is a brute, a forceful powerhouse that is better suited to facing other brutes in fights for the death while the toothless moronic masses throw quaters and laugh. He's a dreadlocked sideshow freak. And you got destroyed by him. I may have lost but I know if I ever stepped foot in a ring with Seth Evans again he would not be walking out with his hand raised or even walking out at all. But you Lucifer, if you stood toe to toe with your foe again?. Well, I doubt Markus would have much trouble making your head turn inside out...."
"But this week, well this week you have the unfortunate assignment of facing me. And trust me when I say this, it's no easy task. I screwed up last week, and I won't let it happen again. I refuse to lose to a man who beleives himself to be some kind of sex symbol. A man so conceited he chooses to wear a mask to protect his face. You seem to be a man who beleives himself to be everyone's superior...."
"It seems as if we have similar feelings. But while you seem so focused on your looks that it has become a central part of your life, I focus on the fact that I'm athletically superior. Sure, I'mm good looking, a physical specimen and I have romanced my fair share of beautiful women, but I don't feel the need to wear a protective mask because quite simply put....I don't let my opponent damage me....."
I mug for the camera and smile.
"You won't have that chance Lovecraft. I will get in that ring, I will hit the god's gift and when you are laying there staring at those lights, you'll know why the evolution of wrestling is sudden, you will realise that you should beleive the hype. See you Saturday lucifer....."
My name is Joshua Stevens. I am a young, athletically gifted Canadian professional wrestler who was born to be in this business. A man who was bred to be the best and a man who stands on an edge of greatness. Last week I had a stumble. I was beaten by an inferior wrestler, an interior athlete and an inferior man. But it wasn't Seth Evans who beat me oh no. It was me. I beat me, I stood arrogantly in the face of a man who I underestimated and I didn't take him seriously. Seth Evans did not beat Josh Stevens, Josh Stevens beat Josh Stevens. I stood, I faultered, I failed and now here I am back on my own two feet and this has just made me a better man and a better wrestler, because now I know, I can't and won't hold back....."
As I sit here and ponder these thoughts, feel these feelings and staert to get my head straight I know that a new week brings a new dawn, a new challenge and another chance to show everyone why they should believe the hype.......
"This is highly unorthodox Joshua....."
I sat there, my head down. I'd just told my father my life's dream. I told him what I wanted to do with my life. I told him why I wasn't going to Yale like him...it didn't go down well....
"You asked me what I wanted. You told me I could do what I wanted and I could accomplish anything. That is how you raised me. This is what I want to do...."
He looked at me and I could see the the mixture of emotion in his eyes. Understanding of wanting to live my own life and my own dreams, but disappointment over my decision.
"Within reason. Look at your brothers and your sister. They are on the right life path....they know what they want and have plans for real careers and lives. Not this fantasy you have. I thought you would have grown out of it......"
I couldn't help but laugh. My father stared at me perplexed.
"This is my path. I know what I want to do, I know how to get where I need to be. Why can't you be happy for me?. Most kids, when they're five they say what they want to be and it changes over and over again until they become an adult. This is what I said I wanted to be when I nwas five and I still do, it never went away, it never stopped. This is my passion, this is my life and I will put everything I am into it and I will succeed......with or without your blessing....."
He stood face to face with me. My father is a man of great stature, similar height and build to me but a mind that has felt the weight of wisdom and a loving heart filled with hopes and dreams for his family and eyes full of guidance.
"I see you have made your decision. Alright, if this is what you really want and this is the path your life takes you then I have no right to stand in it's way. Just promise me that if you want this you will not let anything stand in your way....."
I slowly smiled at him and no more words needed to be exchanged. He knew from the look on my face and the conviction our family has always had that I was never going to let life beat me down and I was not going to fail......this is the life I chose and this is the life I love.....
"Lucifer Lovecraft. Last week, you and I shared in the pain of loss. While I dominated Seth Evans until he was able to fluke out a victory you got humiliated by Markus Reeves, now while I agree that he is a monster, he is not....I repeat he is not that high of the evolutionary scale. He's a brute, a beast. And beasts Lucifer can be tamed. You, obviously lack the necessary intelligence to do such a thing and you were mauled by the primitive animal....."
I smirk and fold my arms.
"Me?, I would have shown him what it was like to face a real athlete. He, is a brute, a forceful powerhouse that is better suited to facing other brutes in fights for the death while the toothless moronic masses throw quaters and laugh. He's a dreadlocked sideshow freak. And you got destroyed by him. I may have lost but I know if I ever stepped foot in a ring with Seth Evans again he would not be walking out with his hand raised or even walking out at all. But you Lucifer, if you stood toe to toe with your foe again?. Well, I doubt Markus would have much trouble making your head turn inside out...."
"But this week, well this week you have the unfortunate assignment of facing me. And trust me when I say this, it's no easy task. I screwed up last week, and I won't let it happen again. I refuse to lose to a man who beleives himself to be some kind of sex symbol. A man so conceited he chooses to wear a mask to protect his face. You seem to be a man who beleives himself to be everyone's superior...."
"It seems as if we have similar feelings. But while you seem so focused on your looks that it has become a central part of your life, I focus on the fact that I'm athletically superior. Sure, I'mm good looking, a physical specimen and I have romanced my fair share of beautiful women, but I don't feel the need to wear a protective mask because quite simply put....I don't let my opponent damage me....."
I mug for the camera and smile.
"You won't have that chance Lovecraft. I will get in that ring, I will hit the god's gift and when you are laying there staring at those lights, you'll know why the evolution of wrestling is sudden, you will realise that you should beleive the hype. See you Saturday lucifer....."