Post by Nathan Webb on Nov 17, 2012 2:12:21 GMT -6
{Sorry about not formatting been busy as Hell}
“Patience is a virtue,”
It is one of those phrases, whether you call it a proverb or a cliché that is known worldwide. It has transcended languages and cultures, so much so that within every country and within every language this phrase exists in one form or another. The phrasing or wording may be different to its English counterpart but its meaning is always inherent.
But as everyone knows ‘Patience” is much easier preached than practiced. It’s always easy to preach this importance but waiting for whatever one is waiting to materialize can be torture.
Yes patience is a “virtue” but sometimes one has to force an issue, and force the materialization of something necessary whether real or imaginary, even if the odds or sheer logic is against such actions.
My return was one such an occasion.
The odds and logic should have told me to stay away and allow things to play out, but I couldn’t allow myself to sit idly by and do nothing with the path to Hell the company was taking. I had to take action…I had to force materialization to happen. The lives, the health and well-being, and the very careers of pro wrestlers were in the balance.
Patience though was unacceptable…everything that should have kept me away be damned. I helped make the mess that NCW now bears…a path of self-destruction of the self-appointed “elites” in the company who were essentially those that kissed the most ass. I had to return. I had to at least try and make a difference. If for anything else then to finally reconcile my place in this world as a pro wrestler and as a good man.
Again my return in itself screamed of bad logic and ill-fated odds. I was not only returning to a world that had rejected me but doing so openly declaring war against the corrupt establishment that commanded the boardroom. The very people who held my health and well-being in their hands. The odds were definitely against my side winning the war, much less me coming out this war in one piece.
Odds and Logic be damned….
Monday, October 12, 2012
San Diego, California
Organized Chaos Home Base
In terms of exercise I hated running the most. Yes, it was necessary but it felt repetitive, mechanical, and robotic. But I still ran anyway. As much as lifting weights and doing martial arts were important for strength and fighting purposes…running was about lasting…enduring and being able to have strength…to be able to fight for the long haul.
This week was about moving quickly and keeping up a frenetic pace with the X Division champ Dexter Davis. During my run even with my music blaring through my headphones I couldn’t help but ponder…be paranoid even of the purposes of my matches. I had faced another “rebel” of the currently in week one and a pawn the next, and this week I couldn’t help but notice I was facing another outspoken member of the growing rebellion of wrestlers who wanted to purge the system of its corrupt decadence.
Was this by design?
Did they want us to wear each other out and then go in for the kill?
Did they not want to risk their own wrestlers for this purpose?
I had to admit it was hard not to think that way. Being paranoid about everything incident and match was not going to help me in reaching the final goal. What I HAD to be though was of the mindset that each person of this rebellion had their own individual goals just I had mine. I had to focus on the desires of Organized Chaos and not on everyone else.
Would I have to my potential brethren?
Sure, but in the end I had to go through them for my own purposes. I may have been overly cynical in this train of thought, but as of right now I had to be thinking that in the end you could not fully trust the motives and the goals of everyone else around me. Therefore it was me myself and I and Rose and no else. That was just the way it had to be.
As I finished a fairly easy five mile run I stepped onto the porch and took a deep breath of the cool salty air letting my lungs recuperate after the run. Rose soon met me outside with two cups of coffee one of which she handed over to me.
“So how was the run, Mr. Nate?” she asked.
“It went fine…one of those things you hate but you have to do.” I said grabbing a towel off one of the porch chairs and wiping off my face.
We both then just stood there staring over the porch at the ocean. Suddenly I heard Rose sign and final break the conversational silence.
“Mr. Nate…” she asked.
“Yes, Rose.”
“I know you say everything has been going to plan…but what is the plan?”
It was a poignant question, and a question that I never really explained to Rose in the first place. I had to admit I had explained what the ultimate goal was…in thwarting the efforts of the new Fox regime, but I had never had explained the path to get there.
“I have to admit there is no real plan.”
Rose looked at me startled and kind of perplexed. Maybe it was the thought that I had said everything was going according to plan…but I would like to think it was Rose seeing a man who had been so meticulous in his planning in the past now flying by the seat of my pants now, ESPECIALLY when the stakes were so high.
Before Rose was able to inquire further I decided to explain what I meant.
“Rose do you know what luck is?”
“Yeah, duh, Mr. Nate. It’s about things going your way.”
“You are kind of correct. Luck is about things going your way, but in the end we still have to make our own luck.”
“I understand…but still why no plan.”
“I understand there is no plan, technically, but we are moving in the direction we want to. Remember, right now we are under the skin of the management, but we need to keep up the momentum. Remember that while we need to make our own luck you also have to understand that really in the end luck is really opportunity meeting preparedness. I have an opportunity with my match against Adam…I just have to be prepared and take this opportunity.”
“I hope you are right.”
“I hope so too,” I said patting her on the back.
{This episode of the Cold Cut starts in the normal format. The video is shot in black and white and has a grainy quality to it. The video is shot behind Nate showing only his back as he sits on the beach looking at the ocean. Nathan is lighting a cigarette and smoke can be seen pluming from in front of him going upward.}
It’s kind of funny why I settled here, in San Diego. Yeah Georgia is and will always be my home, but for some reason at that point in my life I just needed a change…not a small one but a drastic one which in this case meant living on the opposite coast. The weather is milder and of course who could give up an ocean view.
{Nathan takes a drag of his cigarette before continuing on.}
I don’t know why but there is something so peaceful about the ocean. Here on the beach I can just sit and enjoy nature at its most purest form. It is the antithesis of what happens in wrestling. The combat may be pure but it’s the only thing “pure” about the wrestling industry. There are the politics…there are the back stabbing…there is the dealing with your various masters…there is the paranoia…and I am sure the list can go on infinitely…but I guess that is the price I pay for purity of combat.
{Nathan takes another drag of cigarette let out an extended exhale before continuing on.}
Some say that much like this tide there will always be an ebb and flow within a company…flow from good and bad…from tyrants to the “good guy”...flows in wrestlers…but let me focus on one thing that flow of management. It is very true that we have a change in management since I have been associated with this company. From the somewhat venomous nature that was Leonard Fox…to almost anarchy in the Hierarchy to Tyranny with the queen herself Kelly Fox.
In this company there hasn’t been an ebb of the tide it has always been one form of tyranny trading itself for another and usually it has always been to the negative in the balance. As one revolution concludes the leadership that it promises almost evaporates…the will of people becomes the will of the new dictator. It is just sad…and sitting here just reminds of what an unnatural occurrence this all is and these tides…this air…and the sounds of wildlife just renew my vigor to bring a sense of pride and dignity back to the hierarchy of the company…ridding each piece of poison that I come across…week by week and month by month…
{Nathan takes a drag of his cigarette before continuing on.”
Thankfully my patience has paid off…I am actually working ahead of schedule. Adam Knite instead of thing with his head was thinking of his pride, his ego, and his injured balls when he decided he wanted to come after me. Yes he has many years in this business over me but that experience and his current position of influence…not power…has led to an aura of complacency. It’s a shame that you have taken the spiral you have been on Adam…losing your title…then your hair…and in a couple of weeks I am going to take the rest of your dignity…maybe then Kelly might take your balls and your spine out of her purse and give it back to you.
But…that is still a few weeks away…I relish thinking of the possibilities of the future…but right now the present is calling me. This Saturday I have the main event of Trauma once again. Not only that I am facing some more of the harsh competition that I have been facing as of late. I could be paranoid and say that the management is out to get me…much like the newly minted corporate ass clown Roberto Verona, when he was the revolutionary…but I also know that the high level of competition is good for me. If I can’t hang with the likes of a Jacobson or a Kanyon and this week a Davis then I might as well cut ties and run.
{Nathan puts his cigarette out in the sand and flicks it away before pulling another cigarette out and lighting it.}
So Dexter…I see your expecting another child in your life. Congratulations, but this week as much as this match is about business in the hopes of better cash flow for your ever growing family, this match is about business for me to. It is about the business about increasing my presence within NCW…it is about showing that I have not missed a beat…it is about showing that I am someone who is to be taken seriously and that like my cause I am resolute in the heat of battle.
My desire to win is nothing personal against you. I respect you as a man, a father and have been an excellent representation of what a g wrestler and a champion SHOULD be.
You are all that and then some…but…and this is a big but you are also my opponent. We may respect each other but on Saturday we will be competing against each other. Each of us has every intention of bringing the best...respect and the fact that we are in the main event will do that and do that in spades.
But again just like you have every intention of winning this match I have those same intentions and believe me this desire is more than you can imagine. You see I am not looking for those tangible things that come from winning like money and titles, I am looking for something greater, something to say that I will not be futile in my quest to defeat what is plaguing this company.
Believe me when I say this I am coming into this with a renewed vigor and I don’t think you or anyone else will turn me away.
{With that Nathan flicks his cigarette, as the scene fades to black.}
“Patience is a virtue,”
It is one of those phrases, whether you call it a proverb or a cliché that is known worldwide. It has transcended languages and cultures, so much so that within every country and within every language this phrase exists in one form or another. The phrasing or wording may be different to its English counterpart but its meaning is always inherent.
But as everyone knows ‘Patience” is much easier preached than practiced. It’s always easy to preach this importance but waiting for whatever one is waiting to materialize can be torture.
Yes patience is a “virtue” but sometimes one has to force an issue, and force the materialization of something necessary whether real or imaginary, even if the odds or sheer logic is against such actions.
My return was one such an occasion.
The odds and logic should have told me to stay away and allow things to play out, but I couldn’t allow myself to sit idly by and do nothing with the path to Hell the company was taking. I had to take action…I had to force materialization to happen. The lives, the health and well-being, and the very careers of pro wrestlers were in the balance.
Patience though was unacceptable…everything that should have kept me away be damned. I helped make the mess that NCW now bears…a path of self-destruction of the self-appointed “elites” in the company who were essentially those that kissed the most ass. I had to return. I had to at least try and make a difference. If for anything else then to finally reconcile my place in this world as a pro wrestler and as a good man.
Again my return in itself screamed of bad logic and ill-fated odds. I was not only returning to a world that had rejected me but doing so openly declaring war against the corrupt establishment that commanded the boardroom. The very people who held my health and well-being in their hands. The odds were definitely against my side winning the war, much less me coming out this war in one piece.
Odds and Logic be damned….
Monday, October 12, 2012
San Diego, California
Organized Chaos Home Base
In terms of exercise I hated running the most. Yes, it was necessary but it felt repetitive, mechanical, and robotic. But I still ran anyway. As much as lifting weights and doing martial arts were important for strength and fighting purposes…running was about lasting…enduring and being able to have strength…to be able to fight for the long haul.
This week was about moving quickly and keeping up a frenetic pace with the X Division champ Dexter Davis. During my run even with my music blaring through my headphones I couldn’t help but ponder…be paranoid even of the purposes of my matches. I had faced another “rebel” of the currently in week one and a pawn the next, and this week I couldn’t help but notice I was facing another outspoken member of the growing rebellion of wrestlers who wanted to purge the system of its corrupt decadence.
Was this by design?
Did they want us to wear each other out and then go in for the kill?
Did they not want to risk their own wrestlers for this purpose?
I had to admit it was hard not to think that way. Being paranoid about everything incident and match was not going to help me in reaching the final goal. What I HAD to be though was of the mindset that each person of this rebellion had their own individual goals just I had mine. I had to focus on the desires of Organized Chaos and not on everyone else.
Would I have to my potential brethren?
Sure, but in the end I had to go through them for my own purposes. I may have been overly cynical in this train of thought, but as of right now I had to be thinking that in the end you could not fully trust the motives and the goals of everyone else around me. Therefore it was me myself and I and Rose and no else. That was just the way it had to be.
As I finished a fairly easy five mile run I stepped onto the porch and took a deep breath of the cool salty air letting my lungs recuperate after the run. Rose soon met me outside with two cups of coffee one of which she handed over to me.
“So how was the run, Mr. Nate?” she asked.
“It went fine…one of those things you hate but you have to do.” I said grabbing a towel off one of the porch chairs and wiping off my face.
We both then just stood there staring over the porch at the ocean. Suddenly I heard Rose sign and final break the conversational silence.
“Mr. Nate…” she asked.
“Yes, Rose.”
“I know you say everything has been going to plan…but what is the plan?”
It was a poignant question, and a question that I never really explained to Rose in the first place. I had to admit I had explained what the ultimate goal was…in thwarting the efforts of the new Fox regime, but I had never had explained the path to get there.
“I have to admit there is no real plan.”
Rose looked at me startled and kind of perplexed. Maybe it was the thought that I had said everything was going according to plan…but I would like to think it was Rose seeing a man who had been so meticulous in his planning in the past now flying by the seat of my pants now, ESPECIALLY when the stakes were so high.
Before Rose was able to inquire further I decided to explain what I meant.
“Rose do you know what luck is?”
“Yeah, duh, Mr. Nate. It’s about things going your way.”
“You are kind of correct. Luck is about things going your way, but in the end we still have to make our own luck.”
“I understand…but still why no plan.”
“I understand there is no plan, technically, but we are moving in the direction we want to. Remember, right now we are under the skin of the management, but we need to keep up the momentum. Remember that while we need to make our own luck you also have to understand that really in the end luck is really opportunity meeting preparedness. I have an opportunity with my match against Adam…I just have to be prepared and take this opportunity.”
“I hope you are right.”
“I hope so too,” I said patting her on the back.
{This episode of the Cold Cut starts in the normal format. The video is shot in black and white and has a grainy quality to it. The video is shot behind Nate showing only his back as he sits on the beach looking at the ocean. Nathan is lighting a cigarette and smoke can be seen pluming from in front of him going upward.}
It’s kind of funny why I settled here, in San Diego. Yeah Georgia is and will always be my home, but for some reason at that point in my life I just needed a change…not a small one but a drastic one which in this case meant living on the opposite coast. The weather is milder and of course who could give up an ocean view.
{Nathan takes a drag of his cigarette before continuing on.}
I don’t know why but there is something so peaceful about the ocean. Here on the beach I can just sit and enjoy nature at its most purest form. It is the antithesis of what happens in wrestling. The combat may be pure but it’s the only thing “pure” about the wrestling industry. There are the politics…there are the back stabbing…there is the dealing with your various masters…there is the paranoia…and I am sure the list can go on infinitely…but I guess that is the price I pay for purity of combat.
{Nathan takes another drag of cigarette let out an extended exhale before continuing on.}
Some say that much like this tide there will always be an ebb and flow within a company…flow from good and bad…from tyrants to the “good guy”...flows in wrestlers…but let me focus on one thing that flow of management. It is very true that we have a change in management since I have been associated with this company. From the somewhat venomous nature that was Leonard Fox…to almost anarchy in the Hierarchy to Tyranny with the queen herself Kelly Fox.
In this company there hasn’t been an ebb of the tide it has always been one form of tyranny trading itself for another and usually it has always been to the negative in the balance. As one revolution concludes the leadership that it promises almost evaporates…the will of people becomes the will of the new dictator. It is just sad…and sitting here just reminds of what an unnatural occurrence this all is and these tides…this air…and the sounds of wildlife just renew my vigor to bring a sense of pride and dignity back to the hierarchy of the company…ridding each piece of poison that I come across…week by week and month by month…
{Nathan takes a drag of his cigarette before continuing on.”
Thankfully my patience has paid off…I am actually working ahead of schedule. Adam Knite instead of thing with his head was thinking of his pride, his ego, and his injured balls when he decided he wanted to come after me. Yes he has many years in this business over me but that experience and his current position of influence…not power…has led to an aura of complacency. It’s a shame that you have taken the spiral you have been on Adam…losing your title…then your hair…and in a couple of weeks I am going to take the rest of your dignity…maybe then Kelly might take your balls and your spine out of her purse and give it back to you.
But…that is still a few weeks away…I relish thinking of the possibilities of the future…but right now the present is calling me. This Saturday I have the main event of Trauma once again. Not only that I am facing some more of the harsh competition that I have been facing as of late. I could be paranoid and say that the management is out to get me…much like the newly minted corporate ass clown Roberto Verona, when he was the revolutionary…but I also know that the high level of competition is good for me. If I can’t hang with the likes of a Jacobson or a Kanyon and this week a Davis then I might as well cut ties and run.
{Nathan puts his cigarette out in the sand and flicks it away before pulling another cigarette out and lighting it.}
So Dexter…I see your expecting another child in your life. Congratulations, but this week as much as this match is about business in the hopes of better cash flow for your ever growing family, this match is about business for me to. It is about the business about increasing my presence within NCW…it is about showing that I have not missed a beat…it is about showing that I am someone who is to be taken seriously and that like my cause I am resolute in the heat of battle.
My desire to win is nothing personal against you. I respect you as a man, a father and have been an excellent representation of what a g wrestler and a champion SHOULD be.
You are all that and then some…but…and this is a big but you are also my opponent. We may respect each other but on Saturday we will be competing against each other. Each of us has every intention of bringing the best...respect and the fact that we are in the main event will do that and do that in spades.
But again just like you have every intention of winning this match I have those same intentions and believe me this desire is more than you can imagine. You see I am not looking for those tangible things that come from winning like money and titles, I am looking for something greater, something to say that I will not be futile in my quest to defeat what is plaguing this company.
Believe me when I say this I am coming into this with a renewed vigor and I don’t think you or anyone else will turn me away.
{With that Nathan flicks his cigarette, as the scene fades to black.}