Post by adm on Apr 8, 2009 14:45:12 GMT -6
I sit alone in my darkened hotel room. The world outside, is full of people with expectations that I fear I may not be able to meet. I saw the new rankings from Chris Diamond, by all accounts for seven weeks straight I should have had a World Title shot, and by all accounts I should be the only champion since the beginning of this place to hold it so shortly after joining. I’ve beaten champions, Hall of Famers, and I am still the biggest rookie in this place. Not just for nCw, but because until nCw I was NOT a wrestler. Before this, I was a man working a cubicle pulling a 9 to five and making good money with my “perfect” family which I left at home to follow my dreams. A dream that’s changed me as a person and a dream that’s forced me to look in the mirror and see what I was; wasn’t PERFECT or NORMAL at all. I was forced to see what a FREAK and ABUSIVE father and husband I was. And here I sit, on my bed, in my darkened hotel room listening to Skid Row as I down this bottle of Jack Daniel’s watching my vision blur and the room begin to swirl.
Ricky was a young boy; He had a heart of stone.
Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone.
Yes, I was a young boy back when I started that job. I was just out of college, just out of…
Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town.
Yes, I barely got out of school and was engaged to what would become my wife, Kendra. But that’s not the thing, is it, no…not the real reason for my troubles. I was doing what my FATHER wanted me to do. To do something better than what he did as a kid. He never went to college; he always had to work his ass off to put food on the table. He wasn’t the best man out there, either, but he at least stayed with my mom through thick and thin. And my mother…she also had to work, just so we could have the things my father’s salary couldn’t afford us after the bills were paid. They barely made it work, barely kept together and barely were able to raise us as NORMAL children. We weren’t rich, but we weren’t deprived. I knew what work meant, and I knew that to not become my father I needed to get a good job. Look where I am now, following my dreams he didn’t allow me to have and I’ve resorted to the same bottle he did so I can cope with being away from my family…afraid should I bring them with, they’d be in danger just like I’ve seen other people’s loved ones in danger. Just like Angel’s wife, just like Sexy Jason’s girlfriend, there is no code of conduct…there is only…
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down.
Yes, there’s only the fighting, the pain and the anguish. There’s only the things I do in that ring to defend a belt I didn’t really want but was set up to get just because I picked the wrong fight for the wrong reasons with the biggest, meanest and toughest man here. I picked a fight…with…
He had no money, oooh no good at home.
He walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone
I hurt Harold so much by giving him that money, throwing it into his face and flaunting what I had earned through years of soul-numbing cubicle work. I used some of my off time to TRAIN for this, because I wanted it. But…I know who Harold is now, I think I do. I think I know why he’s so afraid to show us who he is, because he is a legend. He’s a disgraced legend that we let fall much like Mickey Rourke’s character in The Wrestler. He has no home, he walks a soldier, he fights the world alone but only because nobody ever reached out a hand to help him up when he fell. And now…as I try to fix the mistake I made, I realize it may be too late for him. Too late for me to save myself. Too late to repay all the sins I committed in my first three months here.
And now it's
18 and life You got it
18 and life you know
Your crime is time and it's
18 and life to go
Yes, it’s 18 and life for murdering the soul of one Homeless Harold, but I’m not the only one to blame. My opponent helped play a pivotal role in it. Steve Awesome, the National Champion, former World Champion and one of the three former champions I beat. You were choked out by my Suffocating Cubicle…and now you know just what my former job did to me. And you know exactly what you’ve done to everyone here; by changing your name to Awesome you live a lie about your own egotistical greatness. A greatness that helped fuel the fire to the faction war that has turned nCw into a war zone and destroyed everyone it’s touched. It destroyed Harold, it destroyed AJ and Angel, and it destroyed Falcon. There’s nobody it hasn’t destroyed, except you, but I will make you pay…I will make you pay with the…
Tequila in his heartbeat, His veins burned gasoline.
It kept his motor running but it never kept him clean.
Yes, my “motor” is not clean, not today. As I sit alone in this dark room listening to Skid Row, a band from the late 1980s that soon faded away as soon as Grunge exploded. A band I listened to when I was in High School. I’m thirty years old, and a rookie in wrestling. All the training and tutoring I did in gyms back in Sunnyvale and the occasional trip to San Francisco, never prepared me for this. Because my family was put at risk, even at home they were not safe from the rage of one man I pissed off. The man I did wrong, the one who the war pushed to the very edge, destroying his old identity and forcing him to wear a mask to hide his shame. But with me…I don’t know why I keep this title. Maybe I need it, to fulfill my bloodlust that years of soul-numbing cubicle work has given me. Maybe I need to spill blood or maybe…
They say he loved adventure, "Ricky's the wild one."
He married trouble and had a courtship with a gun.
Bang Bang Shoot 'em up, the party never ends.
You can't think of dying when the bottle's your best friend
Yes, tonight the bottle is my best friend as I prepare for the biggest singles challenge I’ve had in some time. I sit alone, in a darkened room brooding when people are out there every week cheering me on. They want to see me succeed, but I don’t know how many more times I can do it. I feel like there is too much, too young, too fast. There’s nothing that the time I’ve spent can do. Nothing…to fix the things I’ve done.
"Accidents will happen" they all heard Ricky say
He fired his six-shot to the wind that blew a child away.
Yes, I blew away the “child” within me with this bottle. Out goes the optimism, and all that remains is a depressed mess that shouldn’t be depressed. But I miss my wife, I wonder if she still loves me. I miss my children, wondering how many life milestones I will miss while I am away. I get to watch them grow up from afar now; I get to watch my wife toil away nightly trying to care for two hectic children. I get to do everything from a distance because of you…and after you, the next man…and at A Night to Remember it will be Joe Everyman…Every Man…the fact that EVERY MAN woman and child thinks I am unstoppable now after only being beaten twice in my career. Once in a gauntlet where I already had won a match and was tired, the other was against Angel, a great man in his own right who now wonders if his wife may life as she lie in some hospital. See for me, the song I’m listening to is a cry out to me. It isn’t exactly my life, but it’s close enough. I wasn’t that privileged as a child, but now…I have everything. But where do you go when you have everything? You go down. You can’t stay up. I will lose everything before it’s done. My wife, my kids…my life. Everything will go away. All because I want, selfishly, to be the best Wrestler out there. Technically I am a marvel. Technically I am PERFECT.
I stand up, my feet unsteady as the liquor has had its way with me. All the voiceovers in the world after a hangover will never be able to keep me from speaking with slurred words. Nothing can keep me from making that mistake…
“This week…it is Bates, against Bates. Yes…Schteve, they pfft…told me, you’re REAL last name is Bates. I think you might be my 2nd cousin or something. I don’t care what you are, because I am the REAL Bates, and I am the REAL master of the B-show that is Trauma. B for Bates, got it. Not Steve Bates, KRISTOFF LIAM BATES the PERFECTLY NORMAL *hic* Xtreme Champion.”
My words left my mouth in a slurred and unsightly fashion. Tomorrow I will regret saying anything because as I’ve married the bottle, I gave away my chance at winning this match through words. So now, I am only left with my actions. Actions that at Trauma will be the PERFECT and set an example that I cannot. Hopefully, I can continue to be “unbeatable” as the people so wish. Hopefully I can eventually turn into the one they want to cheer for. Hopefully I can soon become the good guy, the one they want to win. The one who will ascend up beyond my current title to the World Champion someday. But for now…I’m just Kristoff Liam Bates, PERFECTLY NORMAL…Perfectly…
“*Hic* Drunk…”
I fall flat on my face, passing out…what a terrible way to end a promo…but what choice do I have because it’s
18 and life You got it
18 and life you know
Your crime is time and it's
18 and life to go
PERFECTLY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates, star of Trauma.
Ricky was a young boy; He had a heart of stone.
Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone.
Yes, I was a young boy back when I started that job. I was just out of college, just out of…
Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town.
Yes, I barely got out of school and was engaged to what would become my wife, Kendra. But that’s not the thing, is it, no…not the real reason for my troubles. I was doing what my FATHER wanted me to do. To do something better than what he did as a kid. He never went to college; he always had to work his ass off to put food on the table. He wasn’t the best man out there, either, but he at least stayed with my mom through thick and thin. And my mother…she also had to work, just so we could have the things my father’s salary couldn’t afford us after the bills were paid. They barely made it work, barely kept together and barely were able to raise us as NORMAL children. We weren’t rich, but we weren’t deprived. I knew what work meant, and I knew that to not become my father I needed to get a good job. Look where I am now, following my dreams he didn’t allow me to have and I’ve resorted to the same bottle he did so I can cope with being away from my family…afraid should I bring them with, they’d be in danger just like I’ve seen other people’s loved ones in danger. Just like Angel’s wife, just like Sexy Jason’s girlfriend, there is no code of conduct…there is only…
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down.
Yes, there’s only the fighting, the pain and the anguish. There’s only the things I do in that ring to defend a belt I didn’t really want but was set up to get just because I picked the wrong fight for the wrong reasons with the biggest, meanest and toughest man here. I picked a fight…with…
He had no money, oooh no good at home.
He walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone
I hurt Harold so much by giving him that money, throwing it into his face and flaunting what I had earned through years of soul-numbing cubicle work. I used some of my off time to TRAIN for this, because I wanted it. But…I know who Harold is now, I think I do. I think I know why he’s so afraid to show us who he is, because he is a legend. He’s a disgraced legend that we let fall much like Mickey Rourke’s character in The Wrestler. He has no home, he walks a soldier, he fights the world alone but only because nobody ever reached out a hand to help him up when he fell. And now…as I try to fix the mistake I made, I realize it may be too late for him. Too late for me to save myself. Too late to repay all the sins I committed in my first three months here.
And now it's
18 and life You got it
18 and life you know
Your crime is time and it's
18 and life to go
Yes, it’s 18 and life for murdering the soul of one Homeless Harold, but I’m not the only one to blame. My opponent helped play a pivotal role in it. Steve Awesome, the National Champion, former World Champion and one of the three former champions I beat. You were choked out by my Suffocating Cubicle…and now you know just what my former job did to me. And you know exactly what you’ve done to everyone here; by changing your name to Awesome you live a lie about your own egotistical greatness. A greatness that helped fuel the fire to the faction war that has turned nCw into a war zone and destroyed everyone it’s touched. It destroyed Harold, it destroyed AJ and Angel, and it destroyed Falcon. There’s nobody it hasn’t destroyed, except you, but I will make you pay…I will make you pay with the…
Tequila in his heartbeat, His veins burned gasoline.
It kept his motor running but it never kept him clean.
Yes, my “motor” is not clean, not today. As I sit alone in this dark room listening to Skid Row, a band from the late 1980s that soon faded away as soon as Grunge exploded. A band I listened to when I was in High School. I’m thirty years old, and a rookie in wrestling. All the training and tutoring I did in gyms back in Sunnyvale and the occasional trip to San Francisco, never prepared me for this. Because my family was put at risk, even at home they were not safe from the rage of one man I pissed off. The man I did wrong, the one who the war pushed to the very edge, destroying his old identity and forcing him to wear a mask to hide his shame. But with me…I don’t know why I keep this title. Maybe I need it, to fulfill my bloodlust that years of soul-numbing cubicle work has given me. Maybe I need to spill blood or maybe…
They say he loved adventure, "Ricky's the wild one."
He married trouble and had a courtship with a gun.
Bang Bang Shoot 'em up, the party never ends.
You can't think of dying when the bottle's your best friend
Yes, tonight the bottle is my best friend as I prepare for the biggest singles challenge I’ve had in some time. I sit alone, in a darkened room brooding when people are out there every week cheering me on. They want to see me succeed, but I don’t know how many more times I can do it. I feel like there is too much, too young, too fast. There’s nothing that the time I’ve spent can do. Nothing…to fix the things I’ve done.
"Accidents will happen" they all heard Ricky say
He fired his six-shot to the wind that blew a child away.
Yes, I blew away the “child” within me with this bottle. Out goes the optimism, and all that remains is a depressed mess that shouldn’t be depressed. But I miss my wife, I wonder if she still loves me. I miss my children, wondering how many life milestones I will miss while I am away. I get to watch them grow up from afar now; I get to watch my wife toil away nightly trying to care for two hectic children. I get to do everything from a distance because of you…and after you, the next man…and at A Night to Remember it will be Joe Everyman…Every Man…the fact that EVERY MAN woman and child thinks I am unstoppable now after only being beaten twice in my career. Once in a gauntlet where I already had won a match and was tired, the other was against Angel, a great man in his own right who now wonders if his wife may life as she lie in some hospital. See for me, the song I’m listening to is a cry out to me. It isn’t exactly my life, but it’s close enough. I wasn’t that privileged as a child, but now…I have everything. But where do you go when you have everything? You go down. You can’t stay up. I will lose everything before it’s done. My wife, my kids…my life. Everything will go away. All because I want, selfishly, to be the best Wrestler out there. Technically I am a marvel. Technically I am PERFECT.
I stand up, my feet unsteady as the liquor has had its way with me. All the voiceovers in the world after a hangover will never be able to keep me from speaking with slurred words. Nothing can keep me from making that mistake…
“This week…it is Bates, against Bates. Yes…Schteve, they pfft…told me, you’re REAL last name is Bates. I think you might be my 2nd cousin or something. I don’t care what you are, because I am the REAL Bates, and I am the REAL master of the B-show that is Trauma. B for Bates, got it. Not Steve Bates, KRISTOFF LIAM BATES the PERFECTLY NORMAL *hic* Xtreme Champion.”
My words left my mouth in a slurred and unsightly fashion. Tomorrow I will regret saying anything because as I’ve married the bottle, I gave away my chance at winning this match through words. So now, I am only left with my actions. Actions that at Trauma will be the PERFECT and set an example that I cannot. Hopefully, I can continue to be “unbeatable” as the people so wish. Hopefully I can eventually turn into the one they want to cheer for. Hopefully I can soon become the good guy, the one they want to win. The one who will ascend up beyond my current title to the World Champion someday. But for now…I’m just Kristoff Liam Bates, PERFECTLY NORMAL…Perfectly…
“*Hic* Drunk…”
I fall flat on my face, passing out…what a terrible way to end a promo…but what choice do I have because it’s
18 and life You got it
18 and life you know
Your crime is time and it's
18 and life to go
PERFECTLY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates, star of Trauma.
