Post by Dominic Reynolds on Feb 1, 2017 16:52:55 GMT -5
“Everyone says that love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt”
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Pops (Voice): Damn it Dominic, I don’t know if I can do this anymore.
Reynolds (Voice): Pop, what are you saying?
Pops (Voice): You’ve lost your way, nothing I say seems to get through to you. Until you find yourself again son, you are on your own!
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PAST
Failure is not something I am accustomed to.
I never learned how to struggle or deal with adversity.
Even when I lost a fight, it was simple, my dad would be there to train me harder and I would come back and knock his ass out the second time.
My life in the ring enabled me to provide for my family outside of the ring.
I’ll never forget the phone call I had with Austin though.
Come to Thy WWE he told me, where championships and glory were mine for the taking.
It all seemed so easy.
But I have never been more wrong about anything in my entire life.
My dad washed his hands of me after my loss that night to Oden.
Shortly after that I got the call that my contract had been terminated.
What’s it been now, almost two years?
It’s hard to keep track of time lately.
Hell it’s been hard to find a reason to get out of bed in the morning.
And then one day, while I was in Las Vegas I got another phone call.
It was Austin again, telling me he could pull some strings, had a way for me to try again if I was interested.
A Second Chance to wrestle given to me in Sin City?
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony as this was something I was all too familiar with.
But he didn’t need to know that, that’s a story for another time.
I listened to his pitch and despite my own reservations, I found myself hooked for a second time.
I was to show up at an episode of Raw and I was going to make an impact by taking out this prima donna bum named Alex Kendall. If you want his spot, you’re going to have to take it Dominic.
I took his words to heart. I bought my ticket to the arena that night; turns out Austin had paid off one of the arena security guys to look the other way when I made my way backstage. While I was hiding in that port-a-potty I had actual goosebumps, something I hadn’t felt since my first fight.
Looking down I saw the weapon that had been placed there for me, a long steel pipe. Picking it up, I noticed how empowering it felt in my hand. This was my chance to do something and I wasn’t going to squander it.
The wait felt like an eternity, but finally I laid eyes on that smug son of a bitch walking by. I knew that was my moment. He squealed like a rat when I hit him the first time and fell like a ton of bricks. I didn’t need to keep hitting him, but something about it just felt so damn good. He was crying by the time all was said and done.
That moment cemented it.
I was in the right place.
I knew I had made the right decision to chase this once again.
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PRESENT
We won the match.
Vince got his company back.
It should be a proud moment, but honestly I could care less about the old man and his squabbles.
My focus was on not knocking Blade LaVigne’s teeth down his throat.
Delusional son of a bitch really has no idea why I’ve got such a problem with him.
No matter.
He’s going to find out what my beef with him is soon enough, right now though I have a more pressing matter to attend to.
Apparently they’ve already booked me for a match on Monday Night Raw against Steve Blackman.
Steve Blackman .
You my friend have the unfortunate distinction of simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I’ve been spending a lot of time educating myself on social media, reading the “dirt sheets”, getting myself up to speed about everything going on here.
Apparently there was something called a hashtag that was trending for a while after the Raw card got announced.
#reynoldssucks
Turns out that there is a very loud group of people that seem to believe that I’m going to walk into that ring and get my ass whipped just like last time.
Steve I don’t particularly care for people underestimating me.
Nothing gets under my skin more.
Steve I’m going to beat your ass.
No cheeseball catchphrases, no lame ass pandering to the crowd, none of that stuff.
We’re going to stand across from each other in the ring, the bell is going to ring and I am going to knock you out.
Let’s see what they say then.
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Pops (Voice): Damn it Dominic, I don’t know if I can do this anymore.
Reynolds (Voice): Pop, what are you saying?
Pops (Voice): You’ve lost your way, nothing I say seems to get through to you. Until you find yourself again son, you are on your own!
---
PAST
Failure is not something I am accustomed to.
I never learned how to struggle or deal with adversity.
Even when I lost a fight, it was simple, my dad would be there to train me harder and I would come back and knock his ass out the second time.
My life in the ring enabled me to provide for my family outside of the ring.
I’ll never forget the phone call I had with Austin though.
Come to Thy WWE he told me, where championships and glory were mine for the taking.
It all seemed so easy.
But I have never been more wrong about anything in my entire life.
My dad washed his hands of me after my loss that night to Oden.
Shortly after that I got the call that my contract had been terminated.
What’s it been now, almost two years?
It’s hard to keep track of time lately.
Hell it’s been hard to find a reason to get out of bed in the morning.
And then one day, while I was in Las Vegas I got another phone call.
It was Austin again, telling me he could pull some strings, had a way for me to try again if I was interested.
A Second Chance to wrestle given to me in Sin City?
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony as this was something I was all too familiar with.
But he didn’t need to know that, that’s a story for another time.
I listened to his pitch and despite my own reservations, I found myself hooked for a second time.
I was to show up at an episode of Raw and I was going to make an impact by taking out this prima donna bum named Alex Kendall. If you want his spot, you’re going to have to take it Dominic.
I took his words to heart. I bought my ticket to the arena that night; turns out Austin had paid off one of the arena security guys to look the other way when I made my way backstage. While I was hiding in that port-a-potty I had actual goosebumps, something I hadn’t felt since my first fight.
Looking down I saw the weapon that had been placed there for me, a long steel pipe. Picking it up, I noticed how empowering it felt in my hand. This was my chance to do something and I wasn’t going to squander it.
The wait felt like an eternity, but finally I laid eyes on that smug son of a bitch walking by. I knew that was my moment. He squealed like a rat when I hit him the first time and fell like a ton of bricks. I didn’t need to keep hitting him, but something about it just felt so damn good. He was crying by the time all was said and done.
That moment cemented it.
I was in the right place.
I knew I had made the right decision to chase this once again.
---
PRESENT
We won the match.
Vince got his company back.
It should be a proud moment, but honestly I could care less about the old man and his squabbles.
My focus was on not knocking Blade LaVigne’s teeth down his throat.
Delusional son of a bitch really has no idea why I’ve got such a problem with him.
No matter.
He’s going to find out what my beef with him is soon enough, right now though I have a more pressing matter to attend to.
Apparently they’ve already booked me for a match on Monday Night Raw against Steve Blackman.
Steve Blackman .
You my friend have the unfortunate distinction of simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I’ve been spending a lot of time educating myself on social media, reading the “dirt sheets”, getting myself up to speed about everything going on here.
Apparently there was something called a hashtag that was trending for a while after the Raw card got announced.
#reynoldssucks
Turns out that there is a very loud group of people that seem to believe that I’m going to walk into that ring and get my ass whipped just like last time.
Steve I don’t particularly care for people underestimating me.
Nothing gets under my skin more.
Steve I’m going to beat your ass.
No cheeseball catchphrases, no lame ass pandering to the crowd, none of that stuff.
We’re going to stand across from each other in the ring, the bell is going to ring and I am going to knock you out.
Let’s see what they say then.
