Post by Nathan Webb on Jan 3, 2013 10:50:50 GMT -6
He that can heroically endure adversity will bear prosperity with equal greatness of soul; for the mind that cannot be dejected by the former is not likely to be transported with the later.
Henry Fielding
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Khalil Gibran
Boxing is about being hit rather more than it is about hitting, just as it is about feeling pain, if not devastating psychological paralysis, more than it is about winning.
Joyce Carol Oates
Whoever said war was easy is an idiot. Just as much as it is about striking pain and suffering in the hearts of the opposition it is about enduring the same when it hits you…and it always hits hard.
Anyone who ever thought that war was easy is a complete fool.
It’s a horrible ordeal where in one instance buckets of blood sweat and tears may be poured out…imagine the amount spilled in something long and drawn out. Yes war is ugly, war is tragic, and war is evil….but this ugly, tragic, and evil act is necessary at times…and needs to be done only by those men and women that are committed, and have the stomach for it.
Not only is war about inflicting pain and terror into the heart of the opposition but it also means taking those blows, and they will be coming in spades, and powering through them…no weak hearts, minds and bodies, need apply.
And yes…it is actually necessary at times. It is necessary to take those evils of the world out. The evils that are in love with their own self-image…the evils who have a lust and zeal for power…the evils who molest the laws that make man great and bend and distort them to meet their dubious ends….the evils who claim to speak for the “voiceless” but in turn only forcefully put their voices into the mouths of people and thus don’t allow for proper dissention to occur….those who have the expectation for their masses to do as they say but not as they do…
Yes when those abusive and hypocritical tyrants and dictators appear war is not just necessary but it is a necessity to ensure those individuals are taken out in kind.
I took a set-back on Sunday…no let’s not water down what happened…I got a massive beat down...at the hands of Adam and the Ace, while my sister had to watch in horror handcuffed to the ring ropes…On that night I was the one on the receiving end. I was the one who was being beaten and tortured physically and psychologically and for the next week I have to endure and overcome…I have to take that setback and push it away as I was set to face Adam Knite in a dog collar match. I had to go out there at Mind Games, at the strongest ever in my convictions and face down a man who represented a lot of things that needed to be destroyed if NCW were to survive not just into 2013 but beyond.
I know my reasoning has been complicated…and a bitter pill to swallow… and slightly disconnected from most people’s logic and rationale, but believe me when I say this…I do what I do to help save the very heart and soul of New Championship Wrestling…and yes I do not believe myself to be anyone’s savior, or even hero…and yes…GOD YES…I do not speak for any person or people…I encourage those that support this crusade to speak up…and take action and not to depend on me to be that person to do it for you…
Things were silent. Not a word was said…not a comforting gesture made. Rose and I left the arena and made our trip home in silence. What happened to us was crushing, not simply because we were blindsided, but it was done so when it seemed like for once when Rose was turning the corner. I really didn’t care about me…beat me down and I’ll keep getting back…what I really cared about was making sure this didn’t affect Rose, and send her further on the downward spiral she was on.
Nothing was said on the plane to San Diego…nothing was said on the car ride to our home and when we did finally arrive, Rose went upstairs to her room with Sterling and shut the door. With the exception of Sterling pawing at the door to get out and take care of business outside…and opening to allow Sterling back in that door remained closed and it stayed that way until that Monday night.
Now no one could feel as bad for what happened but I know as well, if not better, than anyone out there that feeling sorry for yourself does not accomplish anything and that Rose needed to pull herself together…and fight…really she needed to fight…if she was going to survive.
So with that said, I prepared dinner for her as well as Sterling and Nicky, and went upstairs with Nicky at my heels and into Rose’s room.
Rose was lying in bed…having not changed her clothes from the night before clutching Sterling who was wagging his tail seeing that I had dinner with me. I immediately put the tray on the table as I put both bowls of dog food on the floor as Rose relented her grasp so that Sterling could eat. As Sterling left the side of Rose to go eat his food…I saw the state the Rose’s face. Her eyes had swollen from the amount of tears she had cried and all her makeup had run down her face and left a big black spot on her pillow…with her runny makeup covering whatever bruises Kathy given her with those vicious slaps.
I was despondent seeing Rose in a position she was. I knew she was slightly vulnerable but she had always put on a strong face for any challenge, but this is the most I had seen Rose vulnerable since we had met.
“Thank you, Mr. Nate for dinner.” Rose said in a weak voice fatigued and dehydrated. “I’m sorry, Mr. Nate…I just can’t to seem to get anything right…”
“No…No...For the love of God don’t blame yourself for any of this…I should not have let you into this fight…this was really my fight and my fight alone…”
“Mr. Nate though, I wanted this…I wanted to see you get better…and you have gotten so much better…just don’t worry about me…just make sure Mr. A gets what is coming to him…at least for me.”
I let out a deep sigh. Were we both too selfless for our good? Deep inside we both wanted the best for each other…and we both were willing to sacrifice anything and everything to ensure that was had.
I was now left with the question about what did I need to do…I knew what I needed to do for New Championship Wrestling…but what was I willing to sacrifice to meet my goals?
This war was only in its infancy but the casualties were starting to mount up.
Adam…Adam…Adam…
No what I am going to say is not as humorous as say you are sucking Roberto’s dick…yeah that would be beating a dead horse…a true dead horse but a dead horse none the less…
No instead let me commend you for what you did.
You caught me when I was most vulnerable…hell I would even say you caught me with my pants down….so congratulations.
{Nathan slow claps}
You also forced me to sit down and actually reflect…not just on my war against the system…especially, you, the man who had the gall to equate himself with something divine…but also the role of Rose and I here in New Championship Wrestling, especially as it relates to the relationship between Rose and myself…and how close should I let Rose be with my personal struggle.
Yes Adam you got me thinking…so….congratulations….
{Another slow golf clap.}
But while you got me thinking…that is the only thing you got me to do. The humiliation you left me was brutal, but not enough to make me leave with my proverbial tail tucked under my legs out the door. No, even in my own self-reflection what lingered above all else is a passionate and powerful desire not simply to get revenge, not simply to get back at you for what you did to Rose and I, but a powerful desire to show how real and necessary this war is while at the same time finally getting a major monkey off my back…
The monkey being my proliferation for choking in the big match situation…how every time I am presented with something big I seem to crash and burn…a case and point would be my match last month. I had a chance to show the world that I was ready and willing to show how ready, willing and able I was in my war against the tyrant queen and king. I had a prime opportunity and a prime opponent in Adam Knite…and even though Adam won with a handful of my jeans…and even though Rose technically had the final word…the record will always say I lost…something I acknowledge freely and openly…and something that is driving me going into this match…as much as what you did on Sunday at Collision…
Now with what happened Sunday, the opportunity to shove everything in Adam’s face, the opportunity to get this major monkey off my back, the opportunity to possibly move up the proverbial staff food chain, and oh I almost forgot the icing on the cake…all of this takes place in my hometown of Atlanta Georgia. I have the drive, and I have the momentum, and I can feel it all coursing through my veins as I talk to you…
So Adam how did it feel to do what you did to me?
How do you feel going into this match of your own making hoping to put me down like the sick dog you think I am?
I am sure you are sitting back at home with that cocky smile you usually have thinking to yourself about how much you can’t wait to put me out of your life for good…and essentially euthanize a sick dog…
Unfortunately for you it won’t be that easy…but I am sure you already know that….
Even if you beat me…even if you are able to muster the strength to beat me after becomming into the bloody mess I will make you…I will still make it my mission to go after the wolves in sheep clothing that make up the management of New Championship Wrestling.
“But why…?” You may be asking Adam…
“Why are you still taking on such a fruitless…and non-needed effort? Why are you fighting a system that works to benefit the wrestlers? Do you realize that all Verona..Kelly and I have done was to help you and others like Lazlo and Jacobson only to see it slapped in our faces, by peasants like you …?”
Because let’s face it…every time you bring up this banner of you guys being the voice of the voice less…or you helping the disenfranchised…and the great public service you are doing with you three in power…I am shown something different…
How dare I attack Adam…but it is okay for you guys to attack men like Lazlo…
How dare I speak up against the tyranny…because people like Verona are the voice of the voice less and he really is the one that should be speaking…
Oh and of course Verona on his high horse talking about how because people like Awesome and Diamond are gone there is fairness…he has allowed people like AJ…and Lazlo their chance at the title…but he has been as bad if not worse than what he complained about with Leonard and Kelly Fox. He has done whatever he could to keep the power he has gained…not only has sold out his values…not only is he the biggest hypocrite here…but he is a freaking liar…
And what does this have to do with you Adam Knite?
It has everything to do with you Adam Knite…regardless of what you tell me…whatever crap story you have chosen to believe…you are allowing this bull to happen…and you are just as guilty as Roberto for allowing this cancer to spread to the staff and thus the entire company.
I refuse to allow it…and guess what? If you won’t do anything about it…I will…and will continue to do so and I guarantee you won’t like my solution.
So on Sunday night at Mind Games…consider what is about to happen as a wakeup call for you to get off your ass to do something.
Because on Sunday I will demonstrate how committed I am by beating you fair and square…BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY…there are no disqualifications after all.
On Sunday I will show you what will happen in the future if you or others continue to side with you Kelly and Verona…by making the perfect example out of you.
On Sunday I will get this monkey off of my back and finally show this company…the world that I am a force to be reckoned with not only in my war…but in NCW period.
On Sunday…I will be bringing everything and the kitchen sink…I will leave it out there in my home town of Atlanta Georgia…the stakes are too high…and I have too much invested in all of this to lose on Sunday night at Mind Games…
Just that statement and that statement alone should tell you everything because I have all those above reasons and more motivating me…providing me adrenaline…driving me to victory…and you have nothing but your sorry ass to fight for…
Sunday will be my time to shine…Learn it, live it, Love it...
Henry Fielding
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Khalil Gibran
Boxing is about being hit rather more than it is about hitting, just as it is about feeling pain, if not devastating psychological paralysis, more than it is about winning.
Joyce Carol Oates
Whoever said war was easy is an idiot. Just as much as it is about striking pain and suffering in the hearts of the opposition it is about enduring the same when it hits you…and it always hits hard.
Anyone who ever thought that war was easy is a complete fool.
It’s a horrible ordeal where in one instance buckets of blood sweat and tears may be poured out…imagine the amount spilled in something long and drawn out. Yes war is ugly, war is tragic, and war is evil….but this ugly, tragic, and evil act is necessary at times…and needs to be done only by those men and women that are committed, and have the stomach for it.
Not only is war about inflicting pain and terror into the heart of the opposition but it also means taking those blows, and they will be coming in spades, and powering through them…no weak hearts, minds and bodies, need apply.
And yes…it is actually necessary at times. It is necessary to take those evils of the world out. The evils that are in love with their own self-image…the evils who have a lust and zeal for power…the evils who molest the laws that make man great and bend and distort them to meet their dubious ends….the evils who claim to speak for the “voiceless” but in turn only forcefully put their voices into the mouths of people and thus don’t allow for proper dissention to occur….those who have the expectation for their masses to do as they say but not as they do…
Yes when those abusive and hypocritical tyrants and dictators appear war is not just necessary but it is a necessity to ensure those individuals are taken out in kind.
I took a set-back on Sunday…no let’s not water down what happened…I got a massive beat down...at the hands of Adam and the Ace, while my sister had to watch in horror handcuffed to the ring ropes…On that night I was the one on the receiving end. I was the one who was being beaten and tortured physically and psychologically and for the next week I have to endure and overcome…I have to take that setback and push it away as I was set to face Adam Knite in a dog collar match. I had to go out there at Mind Games, at the strongest ever in my convictions and face down a man who represented a lot of things that needed to be destroyed if NCW were to survive not just into 2013 but beyond.
I know my reasoning has been complicated…and a bitter pill to swallow… and slightly disconnected from most people’s logic and rationale, but believe me when I say this…I do what I do to help save the very heart and soul of New Championship Wrestling…and yes I do not believe myself to be anyone’s savior, or even hero…and yes…GOD YES…I do not speak for any person or people…I encourage those that support this crusade to speak up…and take action and not to depend on me to be that person to do it for you…
Things were silent. Not a word was said…not a comforting gesture made. Rose and I left the arena and made our trip home in silence. What happened to us was crushing, not simply because we were blindsided, but it was done so when it seemed like for once when Rose was turning the corner. I really didn’t care about me…beat me down and I’ll keep getting back…what I really cared about was making sure this didn’t affect Rose, and send her further on the downward spiral she was on.
Nothing was said on the plane to San Diego…nothing was said on the car ride to our home and when we did finally arrive, Rose went upstairs to her room with Sterling and shut the door. With the exception of Sterling pawing at the door to get out and take care of business outside…and opening to allow Sterling back in that door remained closed and it stayed that way until that Monday night.
Now no one could feel as bad for what happened but I know as well, if not better, than anyone out there that feeling sorry for yourself does not accomplish anything and that Rose needed to pull herself together…and fight…really she needed to fight…if she was going to survive.
So with that said, I prepared dinner for her as well as Sterling and Nicky, and went upstairs with Nicky at my heels and into Rose’s room.
Rose was lying in bed…having not changed her clothes from the night before clutching Sterling who was wagging his tail seeing that I had dinner with me. I immediately put the tray on the table as I put both bowls of dog food on the floor as Rose relented her grasp so that Sterling could eat. As Sterling left the side of Rose to go eat his food…I saw the state the Rose’s face. Her eyes had swollen from the amount of tears she had cried and all her makeup had run down her face and left a big black spot on her pillow…with her runny makeup covering whatever bruises Kathy given her with those vicious slaps.
I was despondent seeing Rose in a position she was. I knew she was slightly vulnerable but she had always put on a strong face for any challenge, but this is the most I had seen Rose vulnerable since we had met.
“Thank you, Mr. Nate for dinner.” Rose said in a weak voice fatigued and dehydrated. “I’m sorry, Mr. Nate…I just can’t to seem to get anything right…”
“No…No...For the love of God don’t blame yourself for any of this…I should not have let you into this fight…this was really my fight and my fight alone…”
“Mr. Nate though, I wanted this…I wanted to see you get better…and you have gotten so much better…just don’t worry about me…just make sure Mr. A gets what is coming to him…at least for me.”
I let out a deep sigh. Were we both too selfless for our good? Deep inside we both wanted the best for each other…and we both were willing to sacrifice anything and everything to ensure that was had.
I was now left with the question about what did I need to do…I knew what I needed to do for New Championship Wrestling…but what was I willing to sacrifice to meet my goals?
This war was only in its infancy but the casualties were starting to mount up.
Adam…Adam…Adam…
No what I am going to say is not as humorous as say you are sucking Roberto’s dick…yeah that would be beating a dead horse…a true dead horse but a dead horse none the less…
No instead let me commend you for what you did.
You caught me when I was most vulnerable…hell I would even say you caught me with my pants down….so congratulations.
{Nathan slow claps}
You also forced me to sit down and actually reflect…not just on my war against the system…especially, you, the man who had the gall to equate himself with something divine…but also the role of Rose and I here in New Championship Wrestling, especially as it relates to the relationship between Rose and myself…and how close should I let Rose be with my personal struggle.
Yes Adam you got me thinking…so….congratulations….
{Another slow golf clap.}
But while you got me thinking…that is the only thing you got me to do. The humiliation you left me was brutal, but not enough to make me leave with my proverbial tail tucked under my legs out the door. No, even in my own self-reflection what lingered above all else is a passionate and powerful desire not simply to get revenge, not simply to get back at you for what you did to Rose and I, but a powerful desire to show how real and necessary this war is while at the same time finally getting a major monkey off my back…
The monkey being my proliferation for choking in the big match situation…how every time I am presented with something big I seem to crash and burn…a case and point would be my match last month. I had a chance to show the world that I was ready and willing to show how ready, willing and able I was in my war against the tyrant queen and king. I had a prime opportunity and a prime opponent in Adam Knite…and even though Adam won with a handful of my jeans…and even though Rose technically had the final word…the record will always say I lost…something I acknowledge freely and openly…and something that is driving me going into this match…as much as what you did on Sunday at Collision…
Now with what happened Sunday, the opportunity to shove everything in Adam’s face, the opportunity to get this major monkey off my back, the opportunity to possibly move up the proverbial staff food chain, and oh I almost forgot the icing on the cake…all of this takes place in my hometown of Atlanta Georgia. I have the drive, and I have the momentum, and I can feel it all coursing through my veins as I talk to you…
So Adam how did it feel to do what you did to me?
How do you feel going into this match of your own making hoping to put me down like the sick dog you think I am?
I am sure you are sitting back at home with that cocky smile you usually have thinking to yourself about how much you can’t wait to put me out of your life for good…and essentially euthanize a sick dog…
Unfortunately for you it won’t be that easy…but I am sure you already know that….
Even if you beat me…even if you are able to muster the strength to beat me after becomming into the bloody mess I will make you…I will still make it my mission to go after the wolves in sheep clothing that make up the management of New Championship Wrestling.
“But why…?” You may be asking Adam…
“Why are you still taking on such a fruitless…and non-needed effort? Why are you fighting a system that works to benefit the wrestlers? Do you realize that all Verona..Kelly and I have done was to help you and others like Lazlo and Jacobson only to see it slapped in our faces, by peasants like you …?”
Because let’s face it…every time you bring up this banner of you guys being the voice of the voice less…or you helping the disenfranchised…and the great public service you are doing with you three in power…I am shown something different…
How dare I attack Adam…but it is okay for you guys to attack men like Lazlo…
How dare I speak up against the tyranny…because people like Verona are the voice of the voice less and he really is the one that should be speaking…
Oh and of course Verona on his high horse talking about how because people like Awesome and Diamond are gone there is fairness…he has allowed people like AJ…and Lazlo their chance at the title…but he has been as bad if not worse than what he complained about with Leonard and Kelly Fox. He has done whatever he could to keep the power he has gained…not only has sold out his values…not only is he the biggest hypocrite here…but he is a freaking liar…
And what does this have to do with you Adam Knite?
It has everything to do with you Adam Knite…regardless of what you tell me…whatever crap story you have chosen to believe…you are allowing this bull to happen…and you are just as guilty as Roberto for allowing this cancer to spread to the staff and thus the entire company.
I refuse to allow it…and guess what? If you won’t do anything about it…I will…and will continue to do so and I guarantee you won’t like my solution.
So on Sunday night at Mind Games…consider what is about to happen as a wakeup call for you to get off your ass to do something.
Because on Sunday I will demonstrate how committed I am by beating you fair and square…BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY…there are no disqualifications after all.
On Sunday I will show you what will happen in the future if you or others continue to side with you Kelly and Verona…by making the perfect example out of you.
On Sunday I will get this monkey off of my back and finally show this company…the world that I am a force to be reckoned with not only in my war…but in NCW period.
On Sunday…I will be bringing everything and the kitchen sink…I will leave it out there in my home town of Atlanta Georgia…the stakes are too high…and I have too much invested in all of this to lose on Sunday night at Mind Games…
Just that statement and that statement alone should tell you everything because I have all those above reasons and more motivating me…providing me adrenaline…driving me to victory…and you have nothing but your sorry ass to fight for…
Sunday will be my time to shine…Learn it, live it, Love it...
