Post by Charlie Velez on Mar 25, 2010 13:49:45 GMT -6
The sweat rains down on me like a baptism.
Every step I take feels like my knees will collapse. My shins are burning, but I will not stop.
I cannot stop.
My arms swing back and forth, my shoulders feeling like they’re being pulled down by weights.
I’m running, but not away from my future, running towards it.
This Sunday is my opportunity to show the world why I am the greatest wrestler in the world, even if I have to prove it against a nobody, a sap like Mike Machado.
Even with all of this clouding my mind, the only thing echoing through my head is the music that is blasting through my headphones, bouncing around my skull. My music. My entrance theme.
“And now that I’m around things will never be the same, I’m a mother … killer…killer.”
That’s what I’m missing, my cutting edge, that’s what I need to become the best damn wrestler in this company.
I have to become the killer I once was. Like the music tells me, now that I’m around…nCw will never be the same.
So I continue to run. Feeling the muscles in my legs get fatigued, but I work through, the cold Chicago air I’m breathing in, burning my chest, my heart almost beating out of my chest.
But I still run.
I try to run faster, harder, because the best doesn’t take a break. He doesn’t drink water, and he certainly doesn’t slow down. He’s the best. Something Mike Machado is not.
That killer instinct that made me what I am today, it begins to grow. The pain in my chest slowly disappears and I am instead filled with anger, I am constantly reminded about my spot in this company, and how I have to “earn” my way to the top. How with “hard work comes great reward”. No. Not for me. I should be given my chance. I’ve spent years earning it to waste it on somebody like Mike Machado.
I must address this. No way. No reason at all why I am given this. Why I must settle for nothing more…then the best.
I slow down, my legs feel like rubber, my heart sounds like it’s taking a sledgehammer to my chest, the sweat falls down to the floor like a rain storm. I try to collect my breath so the words come out perfectly. My eyes, they stare into the camera with a purpose. That purpose slowly trickles out of my mouth.
“Mike…Mike Machado. The cable man turned wrestler. ‘Mediocre’. I’ve been watching you on my TV. Watching your shenanigans; Santa Claus in March, raiding a Old Folks Home…you’re a character Mike. You use humor to hide your true ability, because you know that if it came to a battle of ability, I would wipe you with the floor so quickly that you wouldn’t know what hit you. But that’s okay Mike, I wouldn’t expect you to know anyway, because you’re just ‘Mediocre’. You’re the type of guy who thinks good will always prevail. Well I have a newsflash for you Mike, this isn’t a movie. This isn’t a fan fiction written by a horny old lady about Vampires, no, this is the wrestling business and in this business you either eat, or you’re eaten alive. Mike, you’re about to be eaten alive.”
“It’s hard to argue with my logic; the one with the most toys, will win Mike, and you know why? Because he could afford all those toys. If you could afford all those toys, what else do you think I could afford? I could pay a man to break both of your legs and nobody will ever know, and you know why? Because I can. I have enough money to buy your cable company, I have enough money to make you an employee of mine and then just fire you on the spot. I have enough money to make you never find a job in this business again. I have power Mike, a type of power you can never understand.”
“You can have the support of the people Mike; I’ve come to the realization that I am never going to get cheered, and you know what? I’m content, I am happy for this. The people will slow me down, their cheers, my acceptance of them will fog me away from the real picture, and that’s to climbing to the top of the nCw world, the wrestling world that I’ve dominated many times before. Mike Machado, I know you’ve never heard of me, and that’s alright. I don’t expect a person like you to read the papers, or to watch the news and educate yourself. You work for a cable company, but you’ve never seen to watch the television enough to know my influence. To know my power, and that’s a shame Mike. Because now I’ll have to show you. Show you why I’ve broken bones in my career, and ended them once I step into the ring.”
The bolts in my neck are bulging. I try not to remind myself of them, but the pain every day reminds me of what I have done.
“Mike Machado, this Sunday I will show you why I am the greatest wrestler in the world today.”
And that’s a promise.
Every step I take feels like my knees will collapse. My shins are burning, but I will not stop.
I cannot stop.
My arms swing back and forth, my shoulders feeling like they’re being pulled down by weights.
I’m running, but not away from my future, running towards it.
This Sunday is my opportunity to show the world why I am the greatest wrestler in the world, even if I have to prove it against a nobody, a sap like Mike Machado.
Even with all of this clouding my mind, the only thing echoing through my head is the music that is blasting through my headphones, bouncing around my skull. My music. My entrance theme.
“And now that I’m around things will never be the same, I’m a mother … killer…killer.”
That’s what I’m missing, my cutting edge, that’s what I need to become the best damn wrestler in this company.
I have to become the killer I once was. Like the music tells me, now that I’m around…nCw will never be the same.
So I continue to run. Feeling the muscles in my legs get fatigued, but I work through, the cold Chicago air I’m breathing in, burning my chest, my heart almost beating out of my chest.
But I still run.
I try to run faster, harder, because the best doesn’t take a break. He doesn’t drink water, and he certainly doesn’t slow down. He’s the best. Something Mike Machado is not.
That killer instinct that made me what I am today, it begins to grow. The pain in my chest slowly disappears and I am instead filled with anger, I am constantly reminded about my spot in this company, and how I have to “earn” my way to the top. How with “hard work comes great reward”. No. Not for me. I should be given my chance. I’ve spent years earning it to waste it on somebody like Mike Machado.
I must address this. No way. No reason at all why I am given this. Why I must settle for nothing more…then the best.
I slow down, my legs feel like rubber, my heart sounds like it’s taking a sledgehammer to my chest, the sweat falls down to the floor like a rain storm. I try to collect my breath so the words come out perfectly. My eyes, they stare into the camera with a purpose. That purpose slowly trickles out of my mouth.
“Mike…Mike Machado. The cable man turned wrestler. ‘Mediocre’. I’ve been watching you on my TV. Watching your shenanigans; Santa Claus in March, raiding a Old Folks Home…you’re a character Mike. You use humor to hide your true ability, because you know that if it came to a battle of ability, I would wipe you with the floor so quickly that you wouldn’t know what hit you. But that’s okay Mike, I wouldn’t expect you to know anyway, because you’re just ‘Mediocre’. You’re the type of guy who thinks good will always prevail. Well I have a newsflash for you Mike, this isn’t a movie. This isn’t a fan fiction written by a horny old lady about Vampires, no, this is the wrestling business and in this business you either eat, or you’re eaten alive. Mike, you’re about to be eaten alive.”
“It’s hard to argue with my logic; the one with the most toys, will win Mike, and you know why? Because he could afford all those toys. If you could afford all those toys, what else do you think I could afford? I could pay a man to break both of your legs and nobody will ever know, and you know why? Because I can. I have enough money to buy your cable company, I have enough money to make you an employee of mine and then just fire you on the spot. I have enough money to make you never find a job in this business again. I have power Mike, a type of power you can never understand.”
“You can have the support of the people Mike; I’ve come to the realization that I am never going to get cheered, and you know what? I’m content, I am happy for this. The people will slow me down, their cheers, my acceptance of them will fog me away from the real picture, and that’s to climbing to the top of the nCw world, the wrestling world that I’ve dominated many times before. Mike Machado, I know you’ve never heard of me, and that’s alright. I don’t expect a person like you to read the papers, or to watch the news and educate yourself. You work for a cable company, but you’ve never seen to watch the television enough to know my influence. To know my power, and that’s a shame Mike. Because now I’ll have to show you. Show you why I’ve broken bones in my career, and ended them once I step into the ring.”
The bolts in my neck are bulging. I try not to remind myself of them, but the pain every day reminds me of what I have done.
“Mike Machado, this Sunday I will show you why I am the greatest wrestler in the world today.”
And that’s a promise.