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Post by Christian Knight on Jul 19, 2011 13:26:06 GMT -5
The Coward Who Never Tried My father once told me that you only live this life only once; half the people you know, you won't know twenty years from now; and you will probably never know the average Joe Blow you just met on the street just now, and what could be the worst thing that girl could say. So why try and act the like all of those statements are untrue. Why try and act cool and collected in a room full of strangers when you could have fun, you'll probably never see them again in your life. Why not try and ask that girl out, if she says no, you're not going to live around this woman for the rest of your life. "Jessica Spring" isn't ignoring everything your mother taught you and doing only what feels good now but it doesn't mean you should play it safe all the time. Have courage and try something new or do something that scares you. Take a look at everything in your life son and tell me what good has come of hiding from what scares you. I don't like heights, but I love rock climbing and repelling. It scares me when I asked a girl out to Prom, but after I did, I had a great time. It scares me when I share anything personal with someone, even my parents, but after I do, I find that good can come of it all. But if you never climb those heights, never ask that girl, or never trust anyone, how can anything be done? Fear is good at telling you not to jump off a cliff to your death but it can go too far and hinder your progress in life.
Let me paint you a picture of someone who lets fear be their guide. Imagine a man, in a small cubicle. He sells something no one needs through the telephone. The only reason he has that job is because his father gave it to him and he was too afraid to say no. He could have gone out and gotten a job he wanted. His father sent him to college, a college this man didn't want to go to. He took the courses that seemed the easiest and got a degree. His job has nothing to do with his degree; he even lives with his parents at the un-ripe age of thirty seven. His parents won't let him go and they govern every aspect of his life. There is a beautiful woman who works as the building's secretary, this man likes her. She even laughed at the one time he told a joke to her. In fact, that joke was the only time he had the courage to talk to her. All he does is sit in his cubicle, make his calls and wish upon that shooting star that he could have a better job or that beautiful woman sitting only twenty feet from him.
Now let me paint you a picture of a man who sees fear as only a hindrance to his goals. See a man, he saw a beautiful woman that made him laugh, so he asked her out. He's been rejected before but that doesn't stop him. He might even think that something would happen and screw things up, but that doesn't stop him. He wanted a college to accept him so he worked hard and they did. He wanted a certain degree but it was difficult to achieve, that didn't stop him. He wanted a job that had lots of competition, that didn't stop him. He now has a beautiful woman, a good job and success on the horizon as long as he conquers his fears. Nothing he has now is the result of a skill he had from birth or anything his family gave him. He earned everything he had and Fear didn't stop him.
Take a look at something that scares you son; be it women, a difficult job, or a phobia that you think you are slave to. Now punch through them, if it ends badly, you probably won't have to live with those consequences forever, but if it does work out, it could change your life forever and be one of the greatest things ever to happen to you. It's your choices that define you. *********************************************** Christian Knight walked his way down the street. Looking at this very man that strides the street with a sense of purpose we can see that he's a man in his twenties, roughly one would say he could be twenty six. Twenty-Six with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a warrior toughened body build. Walking down the street you could tell that this man had a purpose and it was to walk straight into Thy WWE headquarters with his head intact, fingers crossed, and dreams hopeful. Walking through the crowd with out any regard to the sea of pedestrians that wondered the sidewalks, he plowed his way into Thy WWE headquarters. Straight into the door and with haste he made his way towards the desk recipient. Christian Knight: Excuse Me Miss, but I have an interview with Mr. McMahon Receptionist: Hello Sir, why don't you have a sit while you wait for him Christian Knight goes takes the receptionist advice and goes towards his seat. He thinks about giving some more input to the lady to hasten the process but uses the better judgment and decides against it. Dwindling his thumbs and moving his legs as the other people go into the go in one by on to see Mr. McMahon. Christian looks around the room and takes not of his competition that is also applying today to get a possible contract with Thy WWE. Scanning the room from left to right, he takes notice of the fact that there are only about four people left besides him. The guy on the left to him looks like a hobo, the one on his right looked partially retarded, and the guy behind him was in some carnival like costume that looked like he came with two prostitutes. Finally the guy in front of him had some sort of
straight jacket on and with him was his psychiatrist. Receptionist: Will a Mr. Number Seven please step up and go down the hall. The half-wit steps forward tripping over his own shoe laces, but manages to somehow gather himself up and finished his way down the half. Turning to towards the guy with a straight jacket and a psychiatrist besides him, curiosity get the best of him and he decided to ask them a question. Christian Knight: So what brings you here? Psychiatrist:This here is my patient his name is Christian. Christian Knight: Really that's my name also Psychiatrist:Well his name is Christian Cage. We're making a lot of slow progress but he's been showing improvement a lot lately. This is that last thing on his list he needs to accomplish to completely change him. When I first met this interesting individual he came from SCW, told me how proud he was of his "Shark Tank" incident which describes the same personality that of Ted Bundy. However, with his vast improvements, I'm speculating his chances at wrestling might just have a 360 turn around. Christian Knight shakes his head in baffled amazement, wondering to himself where all these clowns are coming from. The Half-Wit walks out the hallway with a look of disappointment. To think he even knows what that even is. With that Vince McMahon walks out to the waiting room that everyone was waiting in and decided to speak once again. Vince McMahon: What in the hell kind of name is Mentally Ill. Vince glances over towards the guy with a straight jacket. Vince McMahon: Who in the hell are you. Psychiatrist: An ex SCW veter.. Vince McMahon: Seriously, and what about you there with the care bare costume and your two strippers, and seriously what the hell is this hobo doing in here. Here take five dollars and go by yourself a happy meal. The rest of you SCW reject get the hell out of my site. Now! The hobo takes the five dollar bill and happily leave, meanwhile as the others slowly get up to go and leave, the intriguing guy dressed in a costume to stop and try and make a statement. Costume Guy: B.b.b.but..I'm the famous B-. Vince McMahon: Get out now! The guy goes to leave with a sad look in his face, and Vince turns to look at Christian Knight Vince McMahon: What are you still doing here Christian Knight: Well I'm here. Vince McMahon: Did you not understand the words from my mouth. Christian Knight gets up from his seat with the taste of failure on his lips. Slowly slumping his way outside, but right before he gets outside he bumps into some guy Dominque Reynolds. Dominque Reynold: I heard everything. Didn't seem like it went your way, but no worries it's nothing personal Vince just wants what's best for his company, but I'll have a talk with him and the general manager to see if I can get you a match at Attrition. Christian Knight: Well, I'll hope for the best, but I dought it. Dominque Reynold: Let Me go talk to Vince for you. A moment of time passes as Christian Knight waits for them to come out and talk to him, meanwhile he stares at picture of one of the diva's at the wall. It reminded him of a girl he remember when he was fifteen from his childhood memories. ************************************************** Being just a 15 year old kid, my life was running its course just the way it was supposed to be. My school life was great, and my life outside the school was even better for obvious reasons. As just a young teenager living my life, one day I was sitting by my PC and just surfing the internet. I was on a social network page, trying to get as many friends as possible and as a boy - the more girls, the better. Lookilng at one of my friends' pictures one girl sent me a letter asking me if I want to chat with her and of course I agreed. She asked for my Skype nickname. Then I realized that my nickname was really childish and I immediately asked hers so I didn't get embarrassed or scare her away.
We started chatting, she asked about me and the other way around. We didn't really connect because I guess she liked ''bad boys'' which I really wasn't. The next day she, being a good friend, tried to introduce me with one of her girlfriends. We chatted only for a few minutes and then she said that she has to go. She went offline and never wrote to me and it didn't bother me at all because I didn't feel the connection either. Although what kind of connection can you feel just by chatting threw the internet right? And so the next day the same girl set me up with another chat with one of her girlfriends. This time it was different...
The same day I looked her up at that social network page, found her, she had beautiful brown hair, her eyes also were brown and she had an adorable smile. I thought that she was pretty so I continued to chat with her. While chatting we asked each other questions about ourselves. I literally asked everything I could think of. I found out that she was thirteen years old and that was fine with me. A two year gap wasn't a problem at all for me but my friend thought it isn't that good. She lived just 12 km from me in a city I often was at. Just like me she was funny and an interesting person. We really connected. We were chatting every single day for a long time and at some points she asked me to come visit but every time I found an excuse for not being able to do that due to my huge lack of confidence.
Months passed, she was still writing to me, we had fun but she started to notice that I am changing the subject whenever she asks me to visit her. She thought that I'm not visiting because I don't like her but I said that I do. And I really did like her, to be honest she was my dream girl... and that was the problem. I was so afraid that when she meets me she will reject me because of the real me - very unconfident, skinny, way too skinny for my age, I just didn't feel comfortable with my body, what if I wasn't her dream guy, her prince on a white horse. Rejection from her would have crushed me. More months passed, we didn't chat that much anymore. Eventually she thought that I don't like her and that's the reason I don't want to see her so we stopped chatting for a while. She still was my dream girl and I was the coward who never tried.
A year passed, time to time we did chat but the one who started the chat was always me, never her and that was because I couldn't get her off my mind. She was driving me crazy. But it wasn't the same anymore, she didn't feel the same way that I did, at least that's what I thought. After one year of saying that I can't visit her, when I always could I started to accept the fact that she doesn't care that much but I still couldn't get her off my mind, as hard as I tried nothing worked.
After 2 years of on and off chatting I was already in high school. I still felt the same way about her. Every day she was on my mind. It was really hard not able to get some one off your mind when you know that she will never be with you. It was frustrating and painful. At some points I resigned the fact that we won't be together and when finally I had almost forgotten about her, she wrote me a letter and everything went back to where it was - not being able to forget her. I tried many ways to get her off my mind. I tried to chat with other girls; I did that threw the internet of course, because my lack of confidence still was the same. But I was so afraid that I would make the same mistakes as I did before that I stopped chatting. Even other girls couldn't help. At school during breaks I would walk threw the hallway and look in the eyes of every girl that I saw but I felt absolutely nothing. I was so helpless.
I had few dreams about her; some were mind blowing and some just devastating. Devastating because in one of the dreams when I accidentally ran into her on the street she started crying and just walked away. One friend of hers yelled at me and I turned around and walked away. When I woke up it was even worse because now I started to think - what if this is what really happens when I meet her. And that was really unnecessary at that moment.
The only time I've seen her, in real life I mean, I was at the city she lived. Actually I was in a car driving home from some kind of celebration. I was driving quite fast; she and her girlfriends were coming towards me. I only realized that she was there when I already had passed. I quickly turned my head and saw her face maybe for a millisecond. But at that moment my heart instantly started beating incredibly fast, like never ever before. While I was wondering about her and how beautiful she is, she moved on with her life. She found a boyfriend. I guess I was happy that she had someone by her side and she's not living in the past. It's been more then 3 years now. I still can't... she just did something to me that I... At one point I blamed her for doing this to me. And being silly I even asked it to her - What have you done to me? She said that she had no idea about what I was talking. I guess that was true. She had no reason to think that I still liked her, more than like. I mean she knew that was still thinking about her every day but she found that hard to believe. After treating her like this she had no reason to believe it.
After celebrating the Summer Day, at around midnight I was in the city she lived, quite near her home I think. And I was hoping that she would be just accidentally walking by there. It didn't happen. I could have called her and asked if she wants to meet me but I didn't have the guts to do it. I wasn't sure if she even wanted to see me. And her having a boyfriend would have made it quite weird because I still liked her. That night I thought about
her more then ever.
After coming home me and my friends went on a late night walk. Overall we had fun. A bit later I went to sleep. Sometimes I would purposely try to dream about her but it didn't work. But after thinking about her all day I had a dream that night and she was in it.
''I guess we were a bit older there because we were casting in the same movie. We spoke only if we had to during the movie when our played characters were meant to speak. " Then I woke up. I was still sleepy and after I realized that I saw her in my dream I went back to sleep just to try and see her again. Like never before it worked... the same dream actually continued. "It was the last day of filming, after the last scene everyone packed and were just getting ready to go home. She had a bus to catch and she went not saying goodbye to anyone. My friend ran after her. He caught her and asked her to come back and at least say goodbye to everyone. She came back, said goodbye to everyone, she hugged my friend. She came to me last, as she was walking towards me I looked in her eyes, the look on her face was worrying and a bit denying. She didn't say a word. She kissed me, I had no words to describe the feeling that I felt at that moment which lasted maybe for a half a second, and then she hugged me. We held each other. At one point I felt her grip loosen, thinking that she wants to let go I loosened my grip too but she didn't let go, she continued to hold me... " Then I woke up with this unbearable feeling. I couldn't stand not being by her side. I felt like getting up and just running to her. This feeling was devastating...I had never felt like that before...It hurt... It was Love. After all this time she still does not know how I feel about her and I keep saying to myself that it's better but it's not, it's never been. ************************************************** Dominque Reynolds came out to greet Christian Knight once again who snapped out of his flashback and turned away from the paiting to discover that with him was also Vince McMahon. A small smile was on Dominques face but meanwhile a stern look was on Vince McMahon. Vince McMahon: Look. I don't like you but I will give you one match. Just only one though. While Renolds here thought you should face our Champion Justin Time, I didn't think so, and neither does Justin Time because I called him up and he doesn't feel like a hack like you is worthy to face him. Instead you will face Raven and Jacob Senn. Look Mr. Knight. We all know that you reek of failure. In fact you already look the part. So after you fail me, and you will fail, then I will terminate your status here, because quite frankly I don't want to have failures here stinking up my company. Dominque Reynold: The man does look quite promising, but Vince I think. Vince McMahon: My word is final Reynolds and unless you want to be put in the same perdictament that this man is in, I suggest you keep your mouth shut. This man is lucky I am even giving him a match, a PPV match at that, which is a big risk on my part may I remind you Mr. Reynolds. It's final and it's settled. Christian Knight goes to shake Vince's hand but he turns away and starts to walk back towards his office. Meanwhile Dominque goes to try to offer an apology and state that was the best he could do, but Christian Knight refuses it thinking to himself if that's the best he could do. One stinking match with two men and all the odds stacked against him. Christian Knight turns to walk away and head for the front door of which he came into. ************************************************** On The Edge Have you ever experienced the real fear, I mean, the actually horrifying duration of time with deathly eerie silence within and without, the darkness within and without, which has so often been mentioned been mentioned throughout the history of my life, I have.
Christian Knight walked outside of Thy WWE with a look of disappointment, having not realized both his dreams. Never being able to get the girl he's always wanted. Now he would have to realize he wouldn't get his dream job either. The realization of having to face two opponents in a triple threat seemed like an opportunity that just wouldn't spark. It was like he was giving an opportunity to have a career in Thy, but in order to get it he was being fed to the lions. It seemed everything he ever wanted never came or perhaps taunted in front of him with impossible odds. Perhaps it was the simple fact that he was still the coward, still that 15 year old boy from within. Christian Knight thought about many things as he walked his way down the streets and made his way farther along. All along he couldn't think of a reason or a sense of belonging. Perhaps he was thinking of a Cowards way out, a way from it all.
He thought to himself, Not many men would know the pains I have endured, the trials I had to undergo to get to where I stood today before you. Taking it a step future have you ever been driving so close to the edge, so close to that one moment that would change you? He rested a trembling hand on his chest to feel his ever-decreasing heartbeat. His vision was blurred with the troubled tears that had been locked inside him for so many years. He felt his heartbeat again. It drummed slowly. In fact, it wasn't a drumming, so much as a ticking. Like a clock. Counting down the seconds until his insignificant presence in this world became futile and no longer required, though he felt this had happened many years before. He stood on the bridge and stared down at the river; the currents ran through the cool, chilling water. Rain from the pitch black night sky crashed down upon its smooth surface, converting the deep calm waters into dark ominous torrents of crashing waves.
He shut his eyes and watched the insides of his eyelids project a movie of his life. Every memory he possessed rewound, then played back to him in agonizing slow motion. He heard every cry of every person he had loved so dearly play out like a movie in his head. He felt their tears they might have for him fall from his face in mixture with the heavy rain. His heartbeat continued to tick away like a clock. He had no idea as to what number his heart's countdown had begun on, or how close it was to zero. Had it even been counting down just since he stepped onto the bridge, or had the countdown begun at the very moment of his birth? Maybe it had begun the day he started walking Gods Green Earth, for it was then that he had first felt it - his life and his sanity slowly deteriorating before him. His previously numb emotion burst into cries of devastation at the thought of his whole life being reduced what felt like nothing. But then he couldn't help but smile to himself.
He had been such a busy man - his life was jam-packed with significant events - but also one who always found time for his friends, he always found time for his mom and dad, for hist family, whilst he still had them, at least. He was a joker and was regularly told by his friends that he was "a right laugh". But he never was the daredevile or the adventurous one. But now he felt like he was willing to try anything. But it was goign to be different this time. He was daring himself now. He was daring himself to step off the bridge. And he didn't mean by the stairs. He contemplated the idea of an afterlife, or where he would end up if he were to jump. Some say that death is simply the beginning. He didn't want a beginning. He was looking for an end. He thought about heaven and hell, but he was certain that he had a one-way ticket to the latter. He wondered if the hell which awaited him after death would still be sweeter than the one in which he was already living; he decided it had to be. He thought about burning and all the other forms of torture associated with hell. He thought about the feeling of his heart burning when his family left him and couldn't decide which would feel worse.
He shook himself in order to jerk his mind back to reality. The longer he thought, the more likely it would be that he would talk himself out of it. It was now or never. It was crunch time. He stared down over the edge of the bridge. A drop of no more than 150ft seemed to stretch out for an eternity, ready to swallow whole his entire existence and place on this earth. He had to do it. He had to commit suicide. Until now, he had never thought of it as suicide, or killing himself. He had simply thought of it as one huge favor to anyone he had ever betrayed or hurt, a number which was quite great, as it seemed that disaster and himself were entwined in quite the love affair. Unfortunately, they were entwined so tight that disaster strangled him, and cut into him, piercing his skin like thorns.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swayed him slightly towards the drop. His heart skipped an almighty beat as he startled and caught himself. The mere possibility of hurtling over the edge into the fearsome drop had terrified him and sent a sinister shiver of doubt down his spine. For some reason, he then paused to think. Suddenly, he became scared. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, after all. The waves below weren't beckoning him, they were threatening him, warning him off with every furious crash, showing him exactly how powerful they could be. The rain grew heavier, pelting him with considerable force, as if it too was trying to push him off the bridge, as well as the wind. He considered the fact that, if there were some all-powerful force somewhere up there, it was trying to tell him something. It was trying to egg him on. It was encouraging him to get it over with. So he simply stood and he simply thought. The hardest decision he would ever make in his life was whether or not to end it.
At last, his mind's controversy washed away from him, just like the rain was washing the cold, dejected tears from his face. To die or not to die? He knew that he had to take a step, either away from the edge, or off it. But which direction? There was no doubt in his mind anymore. He had decided. But right before he took that last step..a car honked it's horn which startled him, making him take two steps backward falling flat on the pavement. Startled by the noise and distorted from his fall on the ground, Christian shakes his head a little bit to gather his senses back. Mean while the car stops by the sidewalk and the man inside parks his car and turns of his head lights. He opens the door and a man that appears to be in his late thirties walks out and closes the door behind him. He then slowly makes his way towards Christian Knight who is now back on his feet still shaking the dizzy feeling from the combination of the sound from the horn and the hit to the head he received from falling down. The man greets him with an open outstretched hand the beckoned for a handshake, but Christian Knight refused it. Looking around in puzzlement as to who this guy was and why he was here, he decided to put his curiosity to action. Christian Knight: Who the hell are you? Man: My name Is Kenneth Walker. I've been following you here. Christian Knight: So you were stalking me. That would be a more accurate term don't you think. Man: No son. Stalking you would be me following you home in some sick pereverted fashion, watching you ever move like it was an obsession like crack. But no I've scouted your talent, I've seen what you could do in the ring, I've seen all the training that you have put into this. Oh and by the looks of it, it looks to me you were about to give it all up. I've been down this road before believe me. But I also have pulled threw which is why it made me successful. Christian Knight: Then why are you here. To lecture me about life old man. Man: You see I paid so money to some of my former SCW family. To scout Thy, to let me know what is going on. I even know what Vince has done to you, the way he has treated you. The man isn't in his right head, he forced me in a match that ended my retirement. But you, you still have a chance. You still have what it takes. Christian Knight: From what I seen back in the office. So your telling me your from SCW. A place that has people who are Half Wits like Ill.. People who are seeing psychiatrist like this guy Christian cage, and pedifiles that like strippers like this guy I know that dressed like a care bare. Man: Idiot. Those are just pawns in the bigger picture my friend. In a game of chess you got to play your weakest pieces forces, for now no one would suspect that I'm using Half wits to help me with my Intel that I'm trying to gather. But when you see what we are capable, who we are. Something that is bigger then anything that has yet to be seen, then you will understand my son. Christian Knight: Why the hell you keep calling me son. Do I seriously look like you biological child. Man: Look, you and I both now you have a score to settle. Listen to our plan, a plan we've been plotting. You want to get back at Vince. You want a sense of belonging somewhere. Then you either shut up or you listen to what I have to say. Christian Knight's face becomes flush red with a fury of raging emotions, but before he is able do something stupid Ken leans in and whispers the winds of secrets in his ear. Slowly a smile starts to form on Christians face as he begins to hear understand the full grasp of reality that Ken was talking about earlier, the plans have been laid out, the whispers have been spoken. His newfound salvation that he had misjudged had him feeling like everything seemed to have aligned all in one perfect motion. One thing was for sure. Not anything, not anyone, was going to stop Christian Knight.The Statement Self-Respect is a very difficult thing to acquire and easily destroyed. I should know. Many things build Self-Respect; achievement, relationships, optimism, but only one thing destroys it. Your mind is the greatest weapon known to man, more than nuclear bombs, chemical warfare, or biological weapons. Your mind is the only thing that stops a man from becoming great and the common tool in everyone's toolbox. Your mind is the thing you use when you think, and how you use it, how you think is what decides whether or not you will succeed. A famous quote says "a coat of mail that none can pierce" but it left out the one thing that can destroy it all; it isn't your boss that fired you, your school bully, or that girl that dumped you. The only person that can build and destroy your Self-Respect is you Raven. Look in the mirror, Raven who do you see? A successful man with a good life, or a failure who can't and never will get anywhere in life? Now, close your eyes and remember. Do you remember when you conquered your obstacles, or do you only remember how life stopped you and brought you down and kept you there? Doing this will give a pretty good idea on how you see yourself and how much Respect you give yourself. In order to get wherever and whatever you want in life, you must have Respect for yourself. You cannot go around thinking, even subconsciously, that you are worthless or that you will never get what you want in life. So the question is Raven do you think your worthless or do you think indifferent. I ask because a person like you intrigues me, makes me wonder how they tick. How their mechanics behind the muscles and the nerves put them in motion. Come Attrition You will be tested Raven. Every other task that was laid before you will amount to nothing compared to what lays ahead for you. So will it be defeat, or will it be a grand victory for you that will gain you the Self-Respect that you may so want. If so then the only person in your way then is me. Oh and Raven I'm not going anywhere I'll be standing here waiting to see what you are willing to bring to the table. Now let's not forget about Jacob Senn here now shall we. Jacob, do you know what the definition of average is. Well Jacob I consider the average man to be a hard working man. It entertains me by the thought that you're an average man. A hard working man yes, but do you find it hard to be happy when you do the same thing over and over again everyday. Jacob you come in and leave every night and day, but what has it obtained you nothing, nothing more then what an average individual would obtain which is nothing above sub par performances. Do you want to know something Jacob? You've been here longer then I have. It's funny, the fact that when the 17th comes, and you lace your boots up like you've always had before. When you put on your tights, and what other average accessory you have face that fact that you will never achieve anything more then that. In fact when I prove everyone wrong and what a mistake Vince has made, he will see that I'll demonstrate more in one night then you have in your entire career Jacob. After you lose this match Jacob, you can go back to the drawing board, you can come up with a thousand different ways to beat me, but none of them will work, because Jacob, I'm more then average, Above the typical average man much like yourself. So when the pressure is applied and when someone is more then just average collides with you head on and you feel your knees buckle and the weight of your shoulders collapse. That's the world telling you that you're no savior as you nickname implies, you"ll just be nothing more then the Average Rest. I will give where credit is due though. Vince tells me that he called Justin Time, that he says I'm on unworthy hack. Well let me give out the credit now shall we. One thing I will respect about Raven and Jacob Senn is at they will show up to a fight when one presents itself. They aren't afraid of the unknown. They aren't running off to mommy when a real fight presents itself. But who am I to talk. I've been a coward all my life. Not sticking up for myself, not getting the girl I wanted to, not getting the rightfully chance in Thy as I should be getting. But here I am. I'm not running anymore. I'm threw with running. What you see here is a different man Justin. What you see here isn't that same coward that once was but now isn't. Unfortantly for you. You still haven't grown past that stage. When ever a great challenger comes go hide under your bed holding your title by your side, clenthing it like it was some teddy bear, with tears in your eyes and cell phone by your side. All it takes is one call to Vince. Congrats you can crawl back in you cave of safety. Is Vince your daddy. Does he make you feel safe. If by demonstration by what your showing me is what Thy has to offer me, my rise to the top of the ladder will be inevitable. Justin...Justin. After I'm done with these two guys I have my eyes set on you. But I do hope you will have the courage to crawl from your hole. I do hope that you won't run to Poppa Vince. When the time presents itself and it will. I hope you will be the man that everyone claims you be. A champion. So show us, show everyone because were dying to see why you're the champion. Because quit frankly I enjoy a good challenge, and I hope.. OH I HOPE...your up for one as well. But come after Attrition..Whether you run and hide, or whether you decide to stand tall and fight...we shall see Justin...We Shall See. |
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Post by "The Saviour" Jacob Senn on Jul 19, 2011 13:48:09 GMT -5
"A champion is someone who gets up when he can't." - Jack DempseyBackstage AreaJacob Senn, thinking to himself:
I am a superstar, I am a champion, I am a winner, I am the Saviour. [/color] We see Jacob in the backstage area prepping for his appearance here tonight in the live event of Monday Night RAW. He is in his locker room waiting to be told when he needs to go to the stage entrance. He hears a knock on the door, which signals him to come out. Jacob sits up and moves toward the door. He is walking to his destination and is caught by RAW interviewer Burris Troy.Burris Troy:
Excuse me, Jacob. Could I have a minute to speak with you? [/color] Jacob Senn:
Sure, I'll give you a minute. But, let's hurry because I have to speak to the audience here tonight. Burris Troy: Trust me, it won't take too long. Now, last week you went in a tag team against the upcoming team of Beno and Crisis. How does it feel to keep on losing in tag team matches?[/center][/color] Jacob Senn: Here we go with this. Look man, that tag team match was not my fault, it was Raven's. That guy is nothing more than a old dog who is wanting more glory than he already has and he is trying to steal it from me.[/center] Burris Troy:
You finally have a shot to prove yourself by winning the ThyWWE Intercontinental Championship in its return to the ThyWWE scene. Do you think you have a chance to become the Intercontinental Champion? Jacob Senn:
A chance? I have more than a chance, Burris. I have the match in the bag. I mean Christian Knight is a nobody here in this business. Raven is a hardcore icon , but he is not better than me by a long shot. Now, I don't want to give too much because I am talking to the audience tonight about this. So, I will catch you some other time. Burris Troy:
See ya around. Jacob departs while he hears the words "Back to you." come out of Burris Troy's mouth. He walks on to the entrance before the match that time is finished. Once the two competitors come back we see Jacob walk towards the entrance like he is walking of to the setting sun.The Ring "Savior" by Skillet plays and Jacob comes out and looks around the arena. He gives a grin because he has gotten a title opportunity at Attrition. The smells in the arena are making him smell the scent of championship gold. He hears the crowd cheer his name and chant his name. He walks down the ramp whiling taunting to the fans. When he gets to the steps at the turnbuckle, he does a signature taunt and notices the sign " The Next Generation is Jacob Senn!". He walks into the ring and goes to the turnbuckle. He stares across the sea of fans as the stand with their hands in the air cheering as loud as they can. Jacob taunts a little more and gets down. He goes to the ropes and takes the microphone from Steve Cruise.Jacob Senn:
Hello, ThyWWE fans. I want you fans to listen to this and digest this. Before I leave Attrition with the ThyWWE Intercontinental Championship and go to Friday Night Smackdown, I have a lot of things I want to say about this program. Things about Monday Night RAW. The thing I hate about Monday Night RAW is that they target one guy, in this case Sheamus, and make them seem that they are the best wrestler in the whole world. But, he is not and you all know who is. It is me. I am the best wrestler in the whole world. But the thing is, guys like Sheamus are good at one thing. That is sucking up to management as much as they can to get what they want. I have been the best in this company since Day 1, but I have been vilified and hated because somebody in this company saw something in me. I have proved though every night on Monday Night RAW that I am the best on this mic and in that ring. But you don't see me get promoted, you don't see me on those PPV posters, you don't see me getting title matches every which way I go. The fact of this is, I should be on all those and get those things. But the fact that Jonny Freeman gets a title opprotunity in the main event of Attrition and I'm not just makes me want to shake Austin Starr to the very core. You fans are the enablers of Monday Night RAW and Austin Starr. You cheer for the matches with these guys that always get them, you buy the RAW programs, and you try to make me sign almost anything you have just so you can sell it on Ebay because you don't have real jobs. Once I am gone from RAW, you still pour money in it. I am just little part and if I'm gone, it is still gonna keep on spinning. I would like to think if things were back the way they were before, but something occurred a little too late than it should have. Jacob pauses for effect. Jacob Senn:
Austin Starr finally realized what a talent he had in this company. He realized that I was championship material and was ready to be one of the best here in the company. But Starr, it is a little too late to be giving me title matches and showing me some respec as a superstar. Once at Attrition when I defeat Raven and Christian Knight, I will take the Intercontinental Championship with me to Smackdown. I will prove to the doubters, like you, that I have the talent, the skill, the charisma, and the in-ring ability to become a main-eventer here in ThyWWE. Starr, as I have said before, the reason I have decided to leave the Monday Night RAW brand is because I was overlooked way too much and you weren't willing to take chances. Now, it is my time to be the champion. My time to rise above the occasion and step up and grab the brass ring to win my first championship here in ThyWWE. I gonna prove you wrong and when I leave you will miss the Saviour on Monday Night RAW. With one of the signs he sees in crowd is "Knight will be victorious!", and Jacob decides to begin talking about Christian Knight.Jacob Senn:
Christian Knight? Who is Christian Knight? I haven't heard of this superstar. I mean the only thing we know about this guy is that he is on the Smackdown brand. I was here for three months and didn't get a title match till now, but this guy just comes out of nowhere and automatically gets a title match. Don't you have to pay your dues before you get a championship opprotunity. But, then again this guy has no chance to win this match. He is not as good as me. I"ll even say he is not as good as my other opponent, Raven. I mean, sure he is an X factor in this match. But, what does Christian Knight bring to the table other than that. If you say experience, you would be wrong. I have more experience than this guy, but the edge for experience goes to Raven. Because as of now, Raven has been wrestling for 23 years and still going strong. If you say charisma, wrong again. I have the most charisma out of any superstar in the locker room. The fans cheer because they want to prove that point.Jacob Senn:
As you hear, the fans agree with me on this one. So the edge for charisma goes to me. So, what is Christian Knight good at other than sucking up to management like Sheamus. You wear MMA gloves in your pictures, meaning you must be a mixed martial artist. Well if you haven't realized yet, this is not MMA or UFC or WEC or Strikeforce or any other MMA promotion you can think of. This is ThyWWE, a professional wrestling promotion. So, just because you are a MMA guy doesn't mean that you are going to be the best this company has seen. Here is another edge we have over you. Raven and I can do unorthodox moves that you have never experienced in your lifetime, yet almost all the stuff you do we have experienced. So, we know the stunts you are going to pull. Jacob takes a breath to continue to speak.Jacob Senn:
Many people who watch professional wrestling might tell you MMA is better than wrestling. That is only in a MMA fight. In a wrestling match, professional wrestling always wins. No matter if you are as huge as Giant Gonzalez or if you are as small as Hornswoggle, if you are going against MMA, you can win. Christian Knight, you have no chance in winning this match-up. So, don't even show your face at Attrition. Let Raven and me handle this match becuase it will be just me and him one way or another. You will not be the ThyWWE Intercontinental Champion, you will not defeat "The Forgotten" Raven, and you sure are not, even on your best of days, could not be me. You could not beat "The Saviour" Jacob Senn! Jacob looks around and a sign catches his eyes once again. This time the sign reads "Raven is no longer forgotten!". Jacob lifts the microphone back up and begins to talk about RavenJacob Senn:
Raven, one of the innovators of hardcore wrestling. Raven, you cost me the match against Crisis and Beno. I thought you were the great Raven. Well, guess what? I don't think your so great for two reasons, that I will go to detail. One, you have aligned yourself with James Mitchell. The only good thing that James Mitchell has done in his career is made Abyss a NWA World Champion. I mean the man has so much problems in his head that it makes it where whoever is managed by him turns out to be crazy. I mean look at Abyss. The guy is a wreck. After James Mitchell left, the guy became even more psychopathic. Don't even get me started on the other guy, Judas Mesias. Raven, you are a phenomenal wrestler and I wouldn't want James Mitchell to ruin your career here in ThyWWE. Now, I am talking directly to Father James Mitchell himself. Mitchell, you need to stop filling your nonsense inside Raven's head. I mean, you have made a career in plaguing peoples mind with the nonsense crap that you always pull. I mean polluting someone's mind just so they can agree with you and you manage them once they win a championship is not what a manager is supposed to do. A manager is someone who supports them through thick and thin, even if the wrestler is not the champion. All I am saying is this to you, Mitchell. You may be able to pull all that mumbo jumbo crap on Raven, but when I am in the ring with Raven you will not pull that on me. Because I am going in that match to do one thing and that is to become the ThyWWE Intercontinental Champion. Jacob goes on to talk about his second reason.Jacob Senn:
Now to my second reason. Raven, you have been wrestling for 23 years and are still going strong. That is an awesome achievement. But then again, you are now becoming what I despise in wrestlers. You are staying in wrestling for too long. I mean 23 years of hardcore wrestling really takes a toll on someone. But, when will it be time for Raven to hang up the coat? When will it be time for Raven to retire from professional wrestling? I mean there is a time when every wrestler in their career must realize that they can't do this anymore. That it is time to move on. Is your time now? Will this be your final match? When these thoughts crawl in your brain, Raven, I hope you have a definitive answer for it. Because if you don't, you need to take a hiatus. You need to look back at the career you had and say "Was everything that I did in the ring satisfy me?". Good luck at Attrition and hope we have an iconic match. Jacob pauses as he closes with the fans.Jacob Senn:
No matter who I pin at Attrition, there is one thing that will happen for certain. I will be the ThyWWE Intercontinental Champion and I will take it to Smackdown. Starr thinks that I won't win this match but he is wrong. Knight thinks he will win this match and he is wrong. Raven with his compadre, James Mitchell, think Raven will win but he is wrong. The title belongs to one person and one person only. It belongs to the greatest wrestler of all time, the best wrestler that ThyWWE has to offer, "The Saviour" Jacob Senn! He drops the microphone on the ground slowly and then he taunts and the lights go dark. The fans awe at this wondering what is happening and if it is technical difficulties. The lights come back on and Jacob is no where to be seen. But on the titantron these words are showing:THE SAVIOUR WILL BE VICTORIOUS! End of RP
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Post by "The Forgotten" Raven on Jul 21, 2011 6:08:35 GMT -5
Rise Of The Forgotten One
Cast: "The Forgotten" Raven
Time: An Hour Before IC Title Triple Treat Match
Location: Parking lot of The Thy WWE arena
The Scene Opens with The Flickering lights and Rising Dust of the Thy WWE parking lot but as the cars pass in every direction, the camera focuses on one figure a short distance away. The man sits atop a cargo container in his normal ring gear, including his spiked hood which rests over his face. the camera moves closer to him but when it gets within a few feet from him he looks up at the Camera to show that He is none other then the Thy WWE legend Raven. He Flips the hood over the back of his head and stares At The Camera with a Sick Smile on his face
“The Forgotten”
RavenAs a child, I had dreams of loneliness, and of a hatred...that drove me mad. Of a stillness, and of sorrow, of what I never had; of what could only be That’s Right Thy WWE Fans, Your Hero Raven Is Back. Now Some Of You Maybe Wondering Where I’ve been and the answer is quite Simple ……. I Never went any where, I have been sitting In The Back Here In Thy, watching all of these minor people, aspire to stardom and I eventually asked Thy’s Returning Boss Austin Starr For A Contract and without taking a breath he signed me And Now as The Forgotten Raven Rises From The Ashes and looks To Make a Name For Himself two Men Who Both look like they need to Buy a whole new wardrobe, Step In My Path, well tonight I’m going to be that steam roller that knocks you, Out Of My Way To Grab That Intercontinental Title. First Off We Have Some Guy In Really Tight Pants, Jacob Senn, Now You may be good at making These Little Groups of yours and Coming From me, that’s a huge compliment but I’m good at Wrestling and tonight, I’ll prove that, just like every other night that I’ve stepped between those ropes and you want to know why I’m still going after going through tables and having Beer Bottles Smashed Over My Head. It’s Because I Love This Business and No Raven Try Hard, Punk ass Pretty Boy Will stop me from showing that I am the Best Thy WWE has ever seen. For all those fans in that arena, tonight is a Great night because they get to see how Good Raven really is Anguish, fear, and sorrow, are emotions we all feel, but never more strongly than in our adolescence. When just having an acne-rabid skin, can mean a lifetime of loneliness. One's acceptance by others, is a barometer of one's popularity. If one is different, a misfit, maybe unattractive, unauthentic, one is in for a lifetime of cruelty and suffering, that will traumatize permanently. You see scars are souvenirs you never loose. The past is never far. You can try to repress it. You can try to hold it back. You can try to deny it. But it will still continue to grow... stronger, and stronger. Like a malignant cancer, that can't be satiated. Each of us manifests our pain in different manners. Whether it's three in the morning in bed... tears in one's eye. Whether it's a need to destroy everything beautiful, or just simply shutting one's self off from society. My father never gave me what I needed, so I understand what it's like to do without. They should understand this. They should give what's needed. I can see this. I can feel their pain. Why can't they understand?. But Senn, You Can Wear all of these fancy Necklasses and try all of these magic tricks but we will see if you have the one thing you need to have to beat Raven and That’s More Heart Then I have but after hearing some of the things you’ve said since you got here “Saviour”, I Realise, You Have No Heart or soul and I’ve always been told that its better to have a condemned soul then no soul at all.
Raven Jumps Off of the container and starts to jog on the spot as he prepares for a true fight
“The Forgotten”
RavenThen We Have The the guy with the lamest gimmick Of the century, Christian Knight, I mean, you really think you can compare youself to me? Yeah, And I’m Pee Wee Fucking Herman. Your just another rookie trying to live off the legacy of a legend and when people ask me if they think I can beat you big man, I take a phrase from from my old friend paul bearer. OHHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSS. Just Like Sheamus, Jonny Freeman and I’ll even through our bosses name into that mix, your Career is just about over and I’m counting down the minutes until I get to kick your ass. And Just Like Jacob Dresses Like The Puff Marshmallow Man You look as white as it does, you know, there’s this awesome new thing that fixes that, its called the sun but you wouldn’t know about that because you live in some damn cave that you call a gym and think that because I’m older then you and can move as fast as I once did that I’m not the same Sick SOB that was undefeated here for a month and a half. You know, the more I think about it, the more I see the resemblances between the two of you. For One You Both Dress Like Your Going To Doink The Clowns Family Reunion and your both going to fall to the Raven Effect. Then there is another Thing you have in common, your both trying to stop me from Acomplishing what I came here to do and that’s to win a Championship but that’s were I can point out Your differences. Senn, your flashy, atemped High flying won’t work on me I’ve been doing this a lot longer then you have junior and I’ll show you what True Wrestling is when and if you meet me in that ring. Knight, you use power and intimidation to win but I will not be intimidated by you, I have faced people like, Scott Steiner, Kevin Nash and even Kurt Angle and I have never backed down, tonight is no Different. This is just like any other match and it will be just like any other matches I have in Thy WWE, me pinning your shoulders down to the Mat. 1 2 3. I couldn’t care which one of you loosers I pin as long as my arm is raised in the air and Austin Starr See’s that I’m Championship material then I’m one Happy Birdy. Rules and responsibilities. These are the ties that bind us. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves. I will do what I have to, and I will do what I must. The only other announcement is, that there is no announcement. Tonight is not only The Night where Raven Fully Retruns to the ring, not only is it the night where the Forgotten rises again. It is the Night That You Will all remember as the night……..
Raven Walks over and puts his face just inches away from the lens
“The Forgotten”
Raven…….That You Quote The Raven, Nevermore
Raven puts his hood back on and starts to walk towards the entrance. The crowed maybe silent now But Raven Knows that nothing…….Can Last Forever EORP |
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