Post by JJ Biggs on Oct 6, 2012 9:41:11 GMT -6
OOC: Sorry again.. Won't happen like this next week.
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It's been over two years since I've stepped into a wrestling ring as a competitor. Injuries, burn out -- you name it -- everything came together at once, convincing me that my time inside the squared circle had come to an end. And you know what? At that point in time, I was okay with it. I was at terms with the fact that my career inside the wrestling ring was over. But while I was okay with that fact, I couldn't be away from the business entirely. Hell, there wouldn't be a business if I stepped away from the game altogether, and I couldn't have that guilt on my shoulders. So, I jumped the fence -- I went to the other side of the game and I handled things behind the scenes. I made decisions -- I hired people, I fired people -- I did everything. And you know what? It was a pretty sweet gig. But at the end of the day, that's not who I am. I am not some executive or some "suit" doing the bare minimum and collecting a huge paycheck. No, I'm a wrestler -- and in fact, I am the best damn wrestler this business has ever seen. So, I owed it the fans to return to the ring, and well -- here I am.
You see, I've had my struggles. I've battled many personal demons. I've had thirteen surgeries between both my knees. It's a medical miracle that I can still walk without a cane. And of course, these apparent "educated" men in white coats continue to tell me that I shouldn't wrestle. And you know what I say to them? "**** you." I'm not going to quit. I've put too much into this business to walk away from it because of injuries -- or because some overpaid nerd tells me to. **** all of them. I'm here to stay -- and besides, like I said earlier, what would wrestling be without its "Featured Attraction?" Do you think this business would last without me? Think again -- I'm the best thing going -- period. Always have been and I always will be.
And I know this is a new setting, and while my past success speaks volumes, I have to prove myself here. I'm okay with that. In fact, I'm not even upset that I am the first match of the night on Trauma. Normally, I'd be pissed off to be jerking the curtain, but not this time. I've come to terms with it and I'm willing to accept it -- just this once, of course. And my opponent? Well, it's some guy by the name of Jackson King.
Jackson King, I have to ask, who in the hell are you? I'm JJ Biggs, "The Featured Attraction," everyone knows who I am. But you? You're just some kid with a stupid name who loves metal music. I bet you have your own garage band, don't you? Your mom is the lead singer, you play the bass, your sister plays the guitar, and your dead grandma rocks the drums. That's how it goes, right? Tell your grandma to loosen up -- it's hard to play the drums when your stiff like that.
I don't care, Jackson. I don't care about you. I don't care about what you like, or where you've come from. I don't care about what you want to accomplish in this company. I don't care what you have already accomplished in this business. You could be a multi-time world champ or this could be your first professional match. It wouldn't make a difference to me. Because, you see, the outcome is going to be the same no matter how you look at it. I'm going to drop you on your head, pick up the three count, and my hand will be raised in victory.
And you know what? There's not a damn thing you can do about it.
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It's been over two years since I've stepped into a wrestling ring as a competitor. Injuries, burn out -- you name it -- everything came together at once, convincing me that my time inside the squared circle had come to an end. And you know what? At that point in time, I was okay with it. I was at terms with the fact that my career inside the wrestling ring was over. But while I was okay with that fact, I couldn't be away from the business entirely. Hell, there wouldn't be a business if I stepped away from the game altogether, and I couldn't have that guilt on my shoulders. So, I jumped the fence -- I went to the other side of the game and I handled things behind the scenes. I made decisions -- I hired people, I fired people -- I did everything. And you know what? It was a pretty sweet gig. But at the end of the day, that's not who I am. I am not some executive or some "suit" doing the bare minimum and collecting a huge paycheck. No, I'm a wrestler -- and in fact, I am the best damn wrestler this business has ever seen. So, I owed it the fans to return to the ring, and well -- here I am.
You see, I've had my struggles. I've battled many personal demons. I've had thirteen surgeries between both my knees. It's a medical miracle that I can still walk without a cane. And of course, these apparent "educated" men in white coats continue to tell me that I shouldn't wrestle. And you know what I say to them? "**** you." I'm not going to quit. I've put too much into this business to walk away from it because of injuries -- or because some overpaid nerd tells me to. **** all of them. I'm here to stay -- and besides, like I said earlier, what would wrestling be without its "Featured Attraction?" Do you think this business would last without me? Think again -- I'm the best thing going -- period. Always have been and I always will be.
And I know this is a new setting, and while my past success speaks volumes, I have to prove myself here. I'm okay with that. In fact, I'm not even upset that I am the first match of the night on Trauma. Normally, I'd be pissed off to be jerking the curtain, but not this time. I've come to terms with it and I'm willing to accept it -- just this once, of course. And my opponent? Well, it's some guy by the name of Jackson King.
Jackson King, I have to ask, who in the hell are you? I'm JJ Biggs, "The Featured Attraction," everyone knows who I am. But you? You're just some kid with a stupid name who loves metal music. I bet you have your own garage band, don't you? Your mom is the lead singer, you play the bass, your sister plays the guitar, and your dead grandma rocks the drums. That's how it goes, right? Tell your grandma to loosen up -- it's hard to play the drums when your stiff like that.
I don't care, Jackson. I don't care about you. I don't care about what you like, or where you've come from. I don't care about what you want to accomplish in this company. I don't care what you have already accomplished in this business. You could be a multi-time world champ or this could be your first professional match. It wouldn't make a difference to me. Because, you see, the outcome is going to be the same no matter how you look at it. I'm going to drop you on your head, pick up the three count, and my hand will be raised in victory.
And you know what? There's not a damn thing you can do about it.