Post by Dominic Reynolds on Sept 6, 2010 1:43:09 GMT -5
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“The soul that has conceived one wickedness can nurse no good thereafter…”
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This wasn’t supposed to go this way…it didn’t matter if it was Ken or I. One way or another, one of us had to win. This issue had to be resolved tonight, but alas it wasn’t. What does fighting to a draw prove? I feel as if we are right back at square one, with nothing proven, and the past hour wasted. With us back in the ring, we share an unspoken nod as our hands are raised once more. This must continue, we must fight until this is settled--that is the only way. So shall it be old friend…I take a step forward but then I hear her voice from the back and I see Lily come out with a small child. Why would she bring Michael out here to witness Ken in such a condition…wait…that’s not Michael…no it can’t be…is it…is it little Savannah? All of a sudden, I feel my legs turn into rubber and an unfamiliar tingle in my stomach as Ken opens the ropes for the two of them to get inside the ring. Did you do this Ken? I thought I would never get this opportunity due to Christopher’s actions…but…but here you are little Savannah. I see her eyeing me with an innocent curiosity as I feel myself getting overwhelmed with emotions that are entirely new and honestly a bit frightening to me. I need to know for sure if this is a dream, if this beautiful little angel is really here. Dropping down to my knees I stretch my arms out and I see Ken and Lily gently nudge the girl forward. I see her inch closer and closer with an unsure curiosity in her eyes till finally we embrace. I turn my head to the side and I feel the tears flowing freely from me as years of abandonment and resentment seem to melt away from me. After a few moments that seem like an eternity I see Ken offering his hand out to me. Looking into his eyes, the hate and contempt I felt for him seems to have vanished. Instead I seem to be just…content. Taking his hand, he pulls me up and the two of us embrace in the center of the ring. Hearing the roar of the crowd approving us finally settle our differences causes me to finally feel satisfied for the first time in ages. As we break our embrace, I hear Ken speak somber, but truthful words to me.
Ken: It’s finally over old friend…it’s finally over.
Being so overwhelmed, all I can really do is nod to him as the two of us look toward the top of the stage. With the crowd roaring its love for us, and chanting SCW in the background—we all leave the ring and walk up the ramp for what I thought would have been the last time….oh how mistaken I was…
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It’s been months since SCW’s final Redemption special, and life has certainly been difficult for me as of late. As abhorring as the lifestyle choices I had made were beforehand, it was still the life that I had chosen to live and I was finding it increasingly difficult to simply turn the page and start a new chapter. I found myself being coarse and angry at Savannah for the most simple of things. Many times I was left wondering what I am going to have to do to make this work—I feel a genuine and real love for her, but I fear that love is not going to be enough to give her the kind of care that she deserves. Tensions remained high, but with our first Christmas around the corner I had hope that the situation would remain peaceful. Pulling into the driveway of my home in Tacoma, I get out of my car carrying the teddy bear that I had purchased for Savannah. Putting the present behind my back, I enter my home and I toss the bear on the table as I see Ken and Lily sitting on the couch in the living room watching television.
Austin Starr: I guess my house is your house now as well huh Kenneth.
Kenneth Walker: You already know it old friend.
A chuckle escapes from me as I make my way into the next room and what I see instantly causes me to flare up with rage. I see young Savannah on the floor making a mess with several different kinds of colored wrapping paper as she appears to be putting the finishing touches on a box. Why is she making such a mess? And what could this possibly be for?
Austin Starr: Savannah! What are you doing? Why are you making such a mess? What is the matter with you?
Surprising myself at the amount of anger in my voice, it’s no surprise when I see Savannah look up at me with tear filled innocent eyes. Immediately I feel horrible for what I just said, but now there is no way to take it back.
Savannah: I was making you a present daddy…for Christmas…to put under the tree with Santa’s other presents.
Such naïve innocence, I would have to one day tell her that there really is no Santa Claus. That presents from Santa are simply ones that I will purchase from the store and get wrapped and put under the tree…
Austin Starr: Come here princess, I apologize. Let me take a look at your present.
Walking back with her to the living room I bump into Ken who was coming to see what the cause of the commotion was. I show him the present and he gives me an inquisitive look, I nod that all is well and he sits back down on the couch with Lily.
Kenneth Walker: Savannah, what is that huh? Did you make that for your father? I bet it’s something really special and cool huh.
I can tell Ken is trying to make her feel better after what I just did, and it appears to work as she gets a small grin on her face and nods quickly as she looks over at me.
Savannah: I don’t want to wait until Christmas Daddy, open it now Daddy! Open it please!
What’s the harm in opening one early, I sit down on the reclining chair next to the couch and I take Savannah’s present and rip the paper away. I find myself getting oddly excited, but then again, I do believe this is the first time anybody has ever gotten me any kind of present. What could it be? Once the paper is unwrapped, I hold a plain colored box in my hands. Taking off the top I look inside and I see nothing. What kind of joke is this? Feeling the anger rise up in me again, I toss the box onto the ground and I stand up quickly.
Austin Starr: Is this some kind of joke Savannah? Don’t you know when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside?
I seen Savannah hang her head low in disappointment when I tossed her box onto the ground—and now she continues to just stare at the ground which only causes me to get angrier.
Austin Starr: Answer me young lady!
Savannah, looking up as she openly sobs, simply says something back to me that causes me to once again feel like scum.
Savannah: Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy.
I was instantly crushed as I seen Savannah run away sobbing and just repeating over and over how she hates it here. Lily looks at Ken who simply nods as she runs off after Savannah. I feel the room spinning, but I am able to make my way back outside, making sure that I grab a folder from the table near my door first. Knowing that I would have company soon enough, I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I hear my front door open once more as Kenneth joins me on the front porch.
Austin Starr: Kenneth old friend, I don’t understand. I was living a movie star lifestyle. Fancy hotels, any woman I wanted. But towards the end it was all starting to seem so hollow, so lifeless. Searching for meaning to my life drove me to near insanity; I thought our final confrontation would give me the answer that had been eluding me for years. Then, then when you and Lily brought Savannah out to the ring that night, it seemed like things had finally fallen into place. But now Kenneth, it is anything but the picture perfect storybook fairytale that was expected. I honestly don’t know what to do old friend—I don’t know what to do.
Kenneth Walker: Let’s go for a drive old friend.
I allow Kenneth to throw his arm over my shoulder and lead me down to his truck parked out on the street. He takes out his keys and unlocks the doors as he gets inside the truck and I lift myself into the passenger seat, being careful with the folder and contents inside. Moments later Ken drives off and I roll the window down, shivering a bit as I feel the cool night air come in. As we drive through the Tacoma streets I am fondly reminded of the memories I’ve had in this great city. When I feel my mind starting to wander, the truck slows and comes to a stop and I instantly know where he’s taken us to. The Browns Point Diner, for years this diner was our late night hang out spot in high school and college. But why are we here now? Ken, without saying anything gets out and goes inside and I follow, carrying the folder with me. We both sit down at a table and an older woman right away walks up and asks us what we’d like.
Kenneth Walker: Just two coffees ma’am, that’ll be all.
Woman Waitress: You got it sug.
The woman walks away with a wink as I glance over at a menu then back at Ken.
Austin Starr: Kenneth, why are we here?
Kenneth Walker: Austin, retirement gives a man a lot of time to think. Think about any man who does any job for a lifetime and then just steps away. Without realizing it old friend, his soul…his very livelihood becomes one with what he was doing. So when it gets taken away from him, he is left with a feeling of emptiness and feels as if he must fight to get it back. He feels as if he must fight, like his identity is threatened.
Once again I find myself dumbfounded, Kenneth has always had the unique talent to know exactly what is wrong with me…even when I sometimes don’t know what is wrong with myself.
Kenneth Walker: Old friend, I know you were very well accustomed to the thrill of competing in the ring and living the fast life that came along with it. But one thing that you need to understand…is that our time has passed by Austin. We left everything we had in the ring, during that final night old friend. Change is a hard thing to deal with Austin, but the chapter of Austin Starr the competitor has closed. Now you need to move past that…and embrace this new chapter…as Austin Starr…man…and father.
Austin Starr: Kenneth, how fair is it to Savannah to have to deal with me while I adjust to this? I had no idea honestly…how challenging fatherhood would be. I’ve spent my entire life alone…on my own…with nobody to care for or worry about other than me. I am scared that I won’t ever be able to be the parent that she needs old friend. That is why I –
Kenneth Walker: You need to stick with this old friend; any man can be a parent. But she deserves a father.
Austin Starr: I know she does, that’s why I want you to take a look at this.
Opening the folder, I take out an official looking document and hand it to Ken. I cross my hands on the table and I can see Ken’s eyes fill with shock and anger as he puts the paper down and just looks at me dumbfounded for a moment before speaking.
Kenneth Walker: Is this for real Austin? You want to sign away your parental rights and declare me and Lily to be Savannah’s legal guardians. Is this for real?
Austin Starr: Kenneth, you said that Savannah deserves a father—and I know that you can be the father that she needs. She doesn’t deserve to deal with a man like me…
Kenneth Walker: Do you realize what this will do to her Austin? Do you realize how this will make her feel? Did you think about that at all? Did you?
Ignoring his questions, I swallow the lump forming in my throat as I continue…
Austin Starr: That’s not all Ken; I want you to take a look at this as well.
Taking another official document out of my folder, I hand it to Ken, he only needs to look at it for a moment before slamming it down onto the table.
Austin Starr: You know how you were saying that I need to accept the fact that the chapter of my life with me as a competitor has ended old friend. I beg to differ, I feel that there is much more left to be done…and that is why I’ve signed my name to the dotted line. Thy WWE, my first official match is to take place this Monday night. I want you to come with me Kenneth; I need you to do this with me.
Kenneth Walker: I made a promise to Lily Austin…I made a promise that win, lose, or draw that I would be done after our battle at Redemption. I can’t break that promise Austin, I simply can’t. I will become Savannah’s guardian, simply for her and her alone old friend. But as far as coming with you to compete once more…the answer is no…I can’t.
Sighing heavily, I can understand where Ken is coming from. A promise to a wife and child is something that shouldn’t be broken. Does doing this make me a bad person? Am I taking the cowards’ way out by having Kenneth do this for me? It looks like I will never know for sure as I see Kenneth sign the guardianship document. I hope Savannah is able to forgive me for this…better yet…I hope I can one day forgive myself…
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I find myself alone once again, simply standing outside during a snowy night in front of a pawnshop. Despite my best efforts to pull myself away, I find myself in a near hypnotic stare at a Fender Standard Stratocaster on sale in the window for five hundred dollars. Going inside my nostrils are immediately assaulted by the stench of mediocrity and squalor that lingers inside. Not surprisingly, there are no customers in the shop at this time of night and I see the man working here sitting in a chair inside of a wire cage watching a baseball game on a small screen television. Grabbing the guitar from its place in the window display I walk up to the man and I clear my throat to get his attention.
Pawn Shop Worker: Yea!
Austin Starr: I want to buy this…
Pawn Shop Worker: Is that the Fender…good choice man…good choice indeed. That’ll be five hundred.
Taking out my wallet I hand the man five crisp hundred dollar bills and I turn to leave the store without saying a further word. Getting back outside into the night, I look down at my new purchase for a moment before walking down the street, playing with a couple of notes just to test the sound. Holding the guitar, and hearing the light sound of the cords as I strike them with my fingers causes my mind to wander to thoughts of the man who I am going to be standing face to face with this Monday night in Jonny Freeman.
Jonny Freeman…as long and storied as our careers has been…we have never crossed paths before. For a moment that struck a bit of curiosity…but then after giving it some thought…I realized that there was a reason for that. Simply put--you and the kind of people you represent are honestly the lowest form of scum in the human race today. Jonny, you represent a culture that personifies ignorance and cowardly cult like behavior. From a group of scum bag troglodytes that took it upon themselves to assault a female performer and a legendary hip hop artist with bottles and other garbage…to men who commit suicide…to lyrics promoting self mutilation and suicide. You may think that you are different then that Jonny, you may think that you are above the reprehensible actions of your peers—but honestly think about it for a moment Jonny. From your days in SCW to now, you are nothing more than a shell of your former self. You continue to float by, coasting on championship accomplishments from years ago. You disgust me Jonny, the fact that you were able to make your way to another promotion after SCW closed its doors and win another championship absolutely baffles me. The fact that you haven’t overdosed yet, the fact that I haven’t seen you on an “E” True Hollywood Story yet, the fact that you haven’t committed suicide…these things absolutely baffle me Freeman. One thing that I do know for sure Jonny, one thing that is absolutely crystal clear…consider our encounter this week as a bit of reality for you. When the bell is rung Jonny, when I am getting my hand raised in victory and you are only left with the disappointing defeat that you are so used to…consider that me doing you a favor. Consider that your chance to exit gracefully and stop tarnishing your once great name…but who am I kidding…you and I both know that’s not going to happen…
Isn’t that right Jonny?
Isn’t that right……
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This wasn’t supposed to go this way…it didn’t matter if it was Ken or I. One way or another, one of us had to win. This issue had to be resolved tonight, but alas it wasn’t. What does fighting to a draw prove? I feel as if we are right back at square one, with nothing proven, and the past hour wasted. With us back in the ring, we share an unspoken nod as our hands are raised once more. This must continue, we must fight until this is settled--that is the only way. So shall it be old friend…I take a step forward but then I hear her voice from the back and I see Lily come out with a small child. Why would she bring Michael out here to witness Ken in such a condition…wait…that’s not Michael…no it can’t be…is it…is it little Savannah? All of a sudden, I feel my legs turn into rubber and an unfamiliar tingle in my stomach as Ken opens the ropes for the two of them to get inside the ring. Did you do this Ken? I thought I would never get this opportunity due to Christopher’s actions…but…but here you are little Savannah. I see her eyeing me with an innocent curiosity as I feel myself getting overwhelmed with emotions that are entirely new and honestly a bit frightening to me. I need to know for sure if this is a dream, if this beautiful little angel is really here. Dropping down to my knees I stretch my arms out and I see Ken and Lily gently nudge the girl forward. I see her inch closer and closer with an unsure curiosity in her eyes till finally we embrace. I turn my head to the side and I feel the tears flowing freely from me as years of abandonment and resentment seem to melt away from me. After a few moments that seem like an eternity I see Ken offering his hand out to me. Looking into his eyes, the hate and contempt I felt for him seems to have vanished. Instead I seem to be just…content. Taking his hand, he pulls me up and the two of us embrace in the center of the ring. Hearing the roar of the crowd approving us finally settle our differences causes me to finally feel satisfied for the first time in ages. As we break our embrace, I hear Ken speak somber, but truthful words to me.
Ken: It’s finally over old friend…it’s finally over.
Being so overwhelmed, all I can really do is nod to him as the two of us look toward the top of the stage. With the crowd roaring its love for us, and chanting SCW in the background—we all leave the ring and walk up the ramp for what I thought would have been the last time….oh how mistaken I was…
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It’s been months since SCW’s final Redemption special, and life has certainly been difficult for me as of late. As abhorring as the lifestyle choices I had made were beforehand, it was still the life that I had chosen to live and I was finding it increasingly difficult to simply turn the page and start a new chapter. I found myself being coarse and angry at Savannah for the most simple of things. Many times I was left wondering what I am going to have to do to make this work—I feel a genuine and real love for her, but I fear that love is not going to be enough to give her the kind of care that she deserves. Tensions remained high, but with our first Christmas around the corner I had hope that the situation would remain peaceful. Pulling into the driveway of my home in Tacoma, I get out of my car carrying the teddy bear that I had purchased for Savannah. Putting the present behind my back, I enter my home and I toss the bear on the table as I see Ken and Lily sitting on the couch in the living room watching television.
Austin Starr: I guess my house is your house now as well huh Kenneth.
Kenneth Walker: You already know it old friend.
A chuckle escapes from me as I make my way into the next room and what I see instantly causes me to flare up with rage. I see young Savannah on the floor making a mess with several different kinds of colored wrapping paper as she appears to be putting the finishing touches on a box. Why is she making such a mess? And what could this possibly be for?
Austin Starr: Savannah! What are you doing? Why are you making such a mess? What is the matter with you?
Surprising myself at the amount of anger in my voice, it’s no surprise when I see Savannah look up at me with tear filled innocent eyes. Immediately I feel horrible for what I just said, but now there is no way to take it back.
Savannah: I was making you a present daddy…for Christmas…to put under the tree with Santa’s other presents.
Such naïve innocence, I would have to one day tell her that there really is no Santa Claus. That presents from Santa are simply ones that I will purchase from the store and get wrapped and put under the tree…
Austin Starr: Come here princess, I apologize. Let me take a look at your present.
Walking back with her to the living room I bump into Ken who was coming to see what the cause of the commotion was. I show him the present and he gives me an inquisitive look, I nod that all is well and he sits back down on the couch with Lily.
Kenneth Walker: Savannah, what is that huh? Did you make that for your father? I bet it’s something really special and cool huh.
I can tell Ken is trying to make her feel better after what I just did, and it appears to work as she gets a small grin on her face and nods quickly as she looks over at me.
Savannah: I don’t want to wait until Christmas Daddy, open it now Daddy! Open it please!
What’s the harm in opening one early, I sit down on the reclining chair next to the couch and I take Savannah’s present and rip the paper away. I find myself getting oddly excited, but then again, I do believe this is the first time anybody has ever gotten me any kind of present. What could it be? Once the paper is unwrapped, I hold a plain colored box in my hands. Taking off the top I look inside and I see nothing. What kind of joke is this? Feeling the anger rise up in me again, I toss the box onto the ground and I stand up quickly.
Austin Starr: Is this some kind of joke Savannah? Don’t you know when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside?
I seen Savannah hang her head low in disappointment when I tossed her box onto the ground—and now she continues to just stare at the ground which only causes me to get angrier.
Austin Starr: Answer me young lady!
Savannah, looking up as she openly sobs, simply says something back to me that causes me to once again feel like scum.
Savannah: Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy.
I was instantly crushed as I seen Savannah run away sobbing and just repeating over and over how she hates it here. Lily looks at Ken who simply nods as she runs off after Savannah. I feel the room spinning, but I am able to make my way back outside, making sure that I grab a folder from the table near my door first. Knowing that I would have company soon enough, I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I hear my front door open once more as Kenneth joins me on the front porch.
Austin Starr: Kenneth old friend, I don’t understand. I was living a movie star lifestyle. Fancy hotels, any woman I wanted. But towards the end it was all starting to seem so hollow, so lifeless. Searching for meaning to my life drove me to near insanity; I thought our final confrontation would give me the answer that had been eluding me for years. Then, then when you and Lily brought Savannah out to the ring that night, it seemed like things had finally fallen into place. But now Kenneth, it is anything but the picture perfect storybook fairytale that was expected. I honestly don’t know what to do old friend—I don’t know what to do.
Kenneth Walker: Let’s go for a drive old friend.
I allow Kenneth to throw his arm over my shoulder and lead me down to his truck parked out on the street. He takes out his keys and unlocks the doors as he gets inside the truck and I lift myself into the passenger seat, being careful with the folder and contents inside. Moments later Ken drives off and I roll the window down, shivering a bit as I feel the cool night air come in. As we drive through the Tacoma streets I am fondly reminded of the memories I’ve had in this great city. When I feel my mind starting to wander, the truck slows and comes to a stop and I instantly know where he’s taken us to. The Browns Point Diner, for years this diner was our late night hang out spot in high school and college. But why are we here now? Ken, without saying anything gets out and goes inside and I follow, carrying the folder with me. We both sit down at a table and an older woman right away walks up and asks us what we’d like.
Kenneth Walker: Just two coffees ma’am, that’ll be all.
Woman Waitress: You got it sug.
The woman walks away with a wink as I glance over at a menu then back at Ken.
Austin Starr: Kenneth, why are we here?
Kenneth Walker: Austin, retirement gives a man a lot of time to think. Think about any man who does any job for a lifetime and then just steps away. Without realizing it old friend, his soul…his very livelihood becomes one with what he was doing. So when it gets taken away from him, he is left with a feeling of emptiness and feels as if he must fight to get it back. He feels as if he must fight, like his identity is threatened.
Once again I find myself dumbfounded, Kenneth has always had the unique talent to know exactly what is wrong with me…even when I sometimes don’t know what is wrong with myself.
Kenneth Walker: Old friend, I know you were very well accustomed to the thrill of competing in the ring and living the fast life that came along with it. But one thing that you need to understand…is that our time has passed by Austin. We left everything we had in the ring, during that final night old friend. Change is a hard thing to deal with Austin, but the chapter of Austin Starr the competitor has closed. Now you need to move past that…and embrace this new chapter…as Austin Starr…man…and father.
Austin Starr: Kenneth, how fair is it to Savannah to have to deal with me while I adjust to this? I had no idea honestly…how challenging fatherhood would be. I’ve spent my entire life alone…on my own…with nobody to care for or worry about other than me. I am scared that I won’t ever be able to be the parent that she needs old friend. That is why I –
Kenneth Walker: You need to stick with this old friend; any man can be a parent. But she deserves a father.
Austin Starr: I know she does, that’s why I want you to take a look at this.
Opening the folder, I take out an official looking document and hand it to Ken. I cross my hands on the table and I can see Ken’s eyes fill with shock and anger as he puts the paper down and just looks at me dumbfounded for a moment before speaking.
Kenneth Walker: Is this for real Austin? You want to sign away your parental rights and declare me and Lily to be Savannah’s legal guardians. Is this for real?
Austin Starr: Kenneth, you said that Savannah deserves a father—and I know that you can be the father that she needs. She doesn’t deserve to deal with a man like me…
Kenneth Walker: Do you realize what this will do to her Austin? Do you realize how this will make her feel? Did you think about that at all? Did you?
Ignoring his questions, I swallow the lump forming in my throat as I continue…
Austin Starr: That’s not all Ken; I want you to take a look at this as well.
Taking another official document out of my folder, I hand it to Ken, he only needs to look at it for a moment before slamming it down onto the table.
Austin Starr: You know how you were saying that I need to accept the fact that the chapter of my life with me as a competitor has ended old friend. I beg to differ, I feel that there is much more left to be done…and that is why I’ve signed my name to the dotted line. Thy WWE, my first official match is to take place this Monday night. I want you to come with me Kenneth; I need you to do this with me.
Kenneth Walker: I made a promise to Lily Austin…I made a promise that win, lose, or draw that I would be done after our battle at Redemption. I can’t break that promise Austin, I simply can’t. I will become Savannah’s guardian, simply for her and her alone old friend. But as far as coming with you to compete once more…the answer is no…I can’t.
Sighing heavily, I can understand where Ken is coming from. A promise to a wife and child is something that shouldn’t be broken. Does doing this make me a bad person? Am I taking the cowards’ way out by having Kenneth do this for me? It looks like I will never know for sure as I see Kenneth sign the guardianship document. I hope Savannah is able to forgive me for this…better yet…I hope I can one day forgive myself…
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I find myself alone once again, simply standing outside during a snowy night in front of a pawnshop. Despite my best efforts to pull myself away, I find myself in a near hypnotic stare at a Fender Standard Stratocaster on sale in the window for five hundred dollars. Going inside my nostrils are immediately assaulted by the stench of mediocrity and squalor that lingers inside. Not surprisingly, there are no customers in the shop at this time of night and I see the man working here sitting in a chair inside of a wire cage watching a baseball game on a small screen television. Grabbing the guitar from its place in the window display I walk up to the man and I clear my throat to get his attention.
Pawn Shop Worker: Yea!
Austin Starr: I want to buy this…
Pawn Shop Worker: Is that the Fender…good choice man…good choice indeed. That’ll be five hundred.
Taking out my wallet I hand the man five crisp hundred dollar bills and I turn to leave the store without saying a further word. Getting back outside into the night, I look down at my new purchase for a moment before walking down the street, playing with a couple of notes just to test the sound. Holding the guitar, and hearing the light sound of the cords as I strike them with my fingers causes my mind to wander to thoughts of the man who I am going to be standing face to face with this Monday night in Jonny Freeman.
Jonny Freeman…as long and storied as our careers has been…we have never crossed paths before. For a moment that struck a bit of curiosity…but then after giving it some thought…I realized that there was a reason for that. Simply put--you and the kind of people you represent are honestly the lowest form of scum in the human race today. Jonny, you represent a culture that personifies ignorance and cowardly cult like behavior. From a group of scum bag troglodytes that took it upon themselves to assault a female performer and a legendary hip hop artist with bottles and other garbage…to men who commit suicide…to lyrics promoting self mutilation and suicide. You may think that you are different then that Jonny, you may think that you are above the reprehensible actions of your peers—but honestly think about it for a moment Jonny. From your days in SCW to now, you are nothing more than a shell of your former self. You continue to float by, coasting on championship accomplishments from years ago. You disgust me Jonny, the fact that you were able to make your way to another promotion after SCW closed its doors and win another championship absolutely baffles me. The fact that you haven’t overdosed yet, the fact that I haven’t seen you on an “E” True Hollywood Story yet, the fact that you haven’t committed suicide…these things absolutely baffle me Freeman. One thing that I do know for sure Jonny, one thing that is absolutely crystal clear…consider our encounter this week as a bit of reality for you. When the bell is rung Jonny, when I am getting my hand raised in victory and you are only left with the disappointing defeat that you are so used to…consider that me doing you a favor. Consider that your chance to exit gracefully and stop tarnishing your once great name…but who am I kidding…you and I both know that’s not going to happen…
Isn’t that right Jonny?
Isn’t that right……
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