Post by Cameron Stone on May 8, 2014 21:59:45 GMT -5
I come to as I'm being half carried, half dragged by two younger guys who I've never met before, my arms are around their shoulders, and they are grabbing me, desperately trying to carry my large frame. I'm really groggy, and everything seems really bright, I can barely make out any details of where I am. Not helping matters is the fact that my head hurts like hell. I have such a bad headache it feels like someone is drilling into my skull. Squinting, I'm able to make out grey walls, and random equipment and tables everyone. Then it clicks, that I'm just backstage in the arena, and I just had my match. At that moment, I feel pain all over my body, and I glance down, and can see cuts and bruises all over me, and dried blood covering what seems like half of my body. I begin walked a bit on my own, and the two guys let out a sigh of relief, as they're merely supporting me now rather than carry me entirely. We reach a catering area, with a buffet set up on one side of the room, and some smaller tables and chairs set up on the other. The two guys get me propped into a chair. I reach my hand out and shake both of theirs and thank them for the help. As they begin to walk away, the events of a few minutes ago start to come into focus, and I begin to remember everything. The pain surges even more as I do, but I laugh a little anyways, and call out after the two crew members.
I actually just leapt off the stage, didn't I?
Turning to look at me, the two crew guys smile.
Damn right you did, that was a hell of a match man.
Thanks. When did I pass out? I remember the referee pulling me up and raising my hand after.
Pretty much the moment you got past the curtain backstage man, you just passed out. Had a bunch of people worried.
I'm just glad I made it back here before that happened. It looks better to the fans to get out on somewhat of your own accord. Thanks guys. One of you mind grabbing a medic? Having these tacks out of me before I go back out there would be nice.
What the hell do you mean before you go back out there? You're in no condition to be going anywhere but a hospital dude!
I'm paid by the WFWF to be a commentator. I'm going to at least call the main event. I don't want the last thing anyone remembers of me at Superbrawl being me barely consious, I want them to remember me coming back out to call the end of the show.
It won't matter, sorry dude, the only thing people are going to remember is that kiss of death you laid on Penny! Just hang here for a bit, we'll get someone to come over and bandage you up.
They walk away, talking and laughing, and as my thoughts focus and clear up, the realization of what I did hits me, causing my blood to run cold. I had forgotten the kiss for a moment. It seemed like the only option at the time. I mean, My arm was too screwed up to keep her at bay for long, and while it wasn't pantsing her, the idea to do that popped into my head thanks to Phillip Schneider. Embarrass her, catch her off guard he said. Well, that caught her off guard, and she was too damn shocked to do anything! And I won! Holy crap! I just won at Superbrawl! I got my Superbrawl moment! A smile forms on my face, as I gleefully look back on what had just transpired. I just hope Penny is down for the count long enough to make sure she stays out of the main event. All the scars, all the cuts, all the injuries, and all of the blood I just shed were worth it. I don't know how many times I could do that, but I had one more great one left in the tank! But should I really be this happy right now? Christy is going to be pissed beyond belief. It was a heat of the moment action in the match If I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have won. I probably would have ended up in even worse shape than I am already in. I don't think she's going to see it like that though. This is bad. This might be losing her bad. I never used to care about winning that much. But I just may have sold my soul to win at Superbrawl. The analogy Penny made about an alcoholic walking into a bar to use the bathroom is starting to hit home. I went into a match I shouldn't have even participated in, and I won, but at what cost? What if I gave everything up for one moment? I don't have it in me to do this on a full time basis, but I have that itch back right now. I just went into a match that everyone told me I couldn't win, and I pulled the rabbit out of a hat. Looking down at all the cuts and dried blood covering my body, I can't help but smile. I haven't felt adrenaline like this in a long time. The rush from winning and the big stage is numbing the extreme pain my body must be feeling to a dull background feeling. Once that wears off, the pain is going to be unbearable. But if I can get back out there to the commentary table, at least the feeling from the crowd and the action will help numb it for a little while longer. And take my mind off the pending conversation with Christy I'm not going to like. I wonder if she's already left a message on my phone. I'm sure friends and others I know have already. But I left my phone at the hotel, I didn't want to have to worry about it for tonight. Now, I don't want to touch it at all.
I won the National Title and had a great showing in Survival of the Fittest two years ago. But that night, I also viciously attacked on of my opponents, Slanted, and took him out of the match before it even started. I justified it because it had happened to me before, and I thought, what the hell, it's my turn to do that, I don't want to be on the receiving end again. After I beat Daniel Sabat and took the National Title from him, I beat the hell out of him again. Everyone in Survival of the Fittest worked together to take me out of the match, because I went on a rampage and was the biggest threat. Statistically, that night is the best of my entire career. And yet, it's the night I'm probably the least proud of. I was an animal. A monster. I lost myself completely. That was the first time in my career that I really wanted to succeed and win, and not just hurt people. And yet it was the time where I was the darkest I've ever been. How could a man look back on that and be proud? The fact that I lost the National Title the very next show was no coincidence. That type of performance, that type of mental instability could not be maintained. It gave me temporary strength, but no longevity. That night was the catalyst for the changes I've gone through. My mother called me the next day after Survival of the Fittest. She wasn't even mad. Her not yelling and getting angry made it worse. She just asked me why I had done that. She told me it was disgusting to see, and that she thought she had raised me better than that. And then she told me how disappointed in me she was. And then she just hung up. I left full time competition shortly after that. I had become something I didn't want to be, and once I realized that, once that clicked in my head, I lost my edge. I didn't have quite the refinement to that vicious streak of mine. I was distracted. Suddenly, I noticed all the aches and pains I had been having. I noticed how bad of shape a few of my injuries were in. I was done.
And fast forward to today, and here we are. An outside observer might remark that my match with Penny Shannon may as well have just been the Cameron Stone of old. And in a few minor ways, there is some truth to that statement. But there is a large difference between going to that place once in a while when you need to, and in revelling in it, and loving it, and embracing the bloodlust. My thoughts are interupted when I see a doctor approaching me.
Mr. Stone? I'll be able to help tidy you up, we have a medical room set up just a short ways away, if you'd like to follow me. We can get those tacks out of you, and get you bandaged up. I've also heard you wish to go out there for the main event again and call the action. I want you to know I don't recommend this, and I do encourage you to make sure you don't get physically involved, you're already in very rough shape.
It's ok Doc, I don't intend to do anything except sit there and talk. I'll be fine.
Famous last words, huh?
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After jumping into the ring and attacking Ace Bennett after his assault on Shawn Malakai, and having my head beaten in for my troubles, I woke up in the hospital the next morning. Apparently I had been in and out of consiousness, but I couldn't remember waking up at all. The staff told me that Christy was actually on her way there to see me, and she's be here the next day. Which is just great. She was going to be in a bad mood. I managed to get through from the hospital to the WFWF, and requested a match for the next show. The doctors freaked at that one, started going off about how they wouldn't medically clear me to do that, and I just laughed, and told them the WFWF wouldn't care at all. If the talent said they'd wrestle, they did. It's how things worked there. I know it's dumb to wrestle again so soon, when I'll be affected by a concussion, and beaten to a bloody pulp. But despite that fact that I'm told I have a severe concussion, it feels like I'm thinking as clearly as I ever have.
The next day, as I saw Christy walk into my room at the hospital, I smiled, but before I could even say one word, she had made her way over to me, and slapped me across the face with as much strength as she could muster, which, given the concussion and only being a few days removed from some of the worst punishment my body has ever endured, hurt a hell of a lot more than it should have.
YOU KISSED HER? YOU DUMB, IGNORANT, STUPID JACKASS!
Dumb and stupid imply the same thing, you really didn't need to use both. . .
I'll damn well use whatever insults spring to mind right now! Do you have any idea of how I feel right now!? You kissed the whore, after getting yourself beaten to hell I may add, and then you go back out to call the main event, and then you, despite the fact that you could barely walk and likely lost a couple of pints of blood, ran in and attacked Ace Bennett, getting yourself hospitalized! How am I supposed to feel!?
Happy that I won?
I cower as she raises her hand as if to smack me again, before she stops, and slumps backwards into the chair next to my bed, breathing heavily but trying to calm herself down. That leaves me time to suddenly realize she would have had to board a plane to get here.
How did you afford the plane ticket to get here to see me Christy?
About that. Shawn Malakai extended the olive branch and offered to get me here to see you, and I accepted. Speaking of Shawn, he wanted me to pass on a message to you.
And that is?
He accepts your congratulations on him winning the WFWF World Championship since you never got a chance to wish it to him personally, and he also wanted me to tell you that the next time you jump into the ring to save his ass to try not to get your ass kicked so badly, because it kind of defeats the point. But he appreciates the gesture nevertheless.
Sounds like Shawn all right.
So why did you kiss her?
I didn't even really think about it to be honest. It was a total spur of the moment thing. I was thinking of ways to not take a screwdriver to the face, and that shocked her enough to let me take control and win. I realized right after it happened how it would make you feel, and I'm sorry. I would never want to make you feel like that. And jumping in at the end of the show there against Ace, it was just first instinct to try to come to a friends aid.
And what about the little fact that I've gotten from the grapevine about you competing on the next show? You're just going to get yourself hurt even worse, and you gain nothing from this match. Why?
A few reasons Christy. It's going to be the beginning of a new era for the WFWF, and it's also in a way the ending of mine. The Stone Age is over. I want to go out there one last time knowing it's basically the end.
So you're saying you won't ever wrestle again?
God no. Anyone in this business who ever utters those words is lying. I can't promise that. But I can promise it's going to take a lot to get me back in there. I couldn't say no to a title shot. So if someone ever needed a tag partner and wanted to go after the belts, I'd probably take the chance. If I got called out hard enough, I might jump, that's a pride thing. But the big urge and itch to compete is pretty much gone. It had come back, and I fulfilled it here at Superbrawl.
Then why are you wrestling again on Reborn?
Because, I feel like I basically got forced into the match with Penny Shannon. She attacked me, I got drawn in. It got made an Ultraviolent match when that isn't what I wanted. But on this next show, I chose to wrestle. I didn't get pulled in, I stepped in. So I can go out knowing I did so on my terms, not someone elses. It feels more like and end, while the match with Penny felt like a means to an end.
So this match is really important to you then, even though it's pretty much a nothing match that's going to lead nowhere?
Yes, because it leads somewhere for me. It isn't about winning or losing it. It's about doing it because I want to. You told me before Superbrawl my confidence was gone. I didn't want to see it, but you were right. I was a nervous wreck. But that is over now, and I feel good. Mentally anyways. I went into that world, and I'm feeling good, I'm not feeling like a psychopath. I proved Penny Shannon wrong and myself right. My confidence is here. I'm wrestling on Reborn because I want this. And it's been far too long since I've been able to step in between those ropes and say that. So I can't pass up one more match here, no matter what kind of condition I'm in. This one has to happen while my passion is at a high.
All right then. I'll support you then. I don't like you doing this, but I have your back on it. You're extremely difficult to care about sometimes. You know that right?
I know. And the fact that you support me in this just makes it go from good to perfect.
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It's been 4 years since I debuted in the WFWF. May 3, 2010, I faced off against Braden Munroe. I was a hotshot young kid who had no identity and was green as grass. And as such, I got my ass kicked badly. Shortly after that, I got wrecked pretty hard in next couple of matches. Most normal people would have used those events as motivation to get better, or even to get out of the business. But not me. You see, I was the guy who decided forming the biggest mean streak as possible, and trying to severely hurt everyone, and bragging about how I didn't care about winning, only hurting people was the right way to go. Rather than try to cultivate my talents and improve upon them, I took the cowards way out, and passed it off as being a badass. That transpired on August 5, 2010, when I hurt Aaron Ashton badly enough to send him packing and pretty much end his career. He came back for a bit later, but he was never the same. The initial results were pretty solid. I got a tag team title shot given to me, but because of the way I had been going after people, I was attacked and injured before the match could happen on October 15, 2010. I was on the verge of having the best moment of my life, and it was snatched from me, but I still didn't heed the signs of what was coming. I kept going on this path, destroying my body the entire time. Instead of coming back and trying to utilize my natural abilities, I returned in March 2011. That was when Justin Tyme returned the same night, and cut into my return for his own, and set us on a pathway to hell. But first, I wrestled my first match back against Tabitha Owens in April 2011, and got wrecked by her. And it humbled me to a degree. But not the way it should have. I was a depressed wreck, and instead of heeding the signs, I got even more violent. In June, when me and Tyme finally collided, I sent him to the hospital in what was my strongest performance yet. In late 2011, I was injured again, and I came back in 2012, and ended the career of Richard Shaw in an extremely violent way. There was also a cage match against Justin Tyme. I'm glad we buried the hatchet. We pulled the best out of each other in ways, but also the worst. It's nice not having a mortal enemy. I returned again in 2012, and had increased how vicious I was even more. And it yielded results. I won the National Title, and looked strong in Survival of the Fittest. But it all went downhill from there. I lost the National Title in my very first defense of it, and I just kind of faded into obscurity before I left the WFWF, basically sitting out all of 2013 before returning as a commentator. Because I had failed to realize the big weakness of the style I was using, and my mindset at the time. My body was breaking down, wasting my prime years, and I wasn't getting any better. That psychopathic version of myself never improved, never got better, and despite some success, the title wins and things like that could never possibly last. That's when I made the choice to step away, and change my life, become a better person. I met Christy, and I am able to stand here today knowing that my WFWF career untimately amounts to being a gatekeeper for the other, better guys that came in after I did. But unlike back then, I can look back and be ok with that now.
Reborn will be the second time I have faced off with Mak Cross one on one. Just over two years ago, on April 1, 2012, we squared off. It was my second match back after returning and ending Richard Shaw's career, and I was on a high from it. I thought I was indestructable. I wasn't. It was a competitive match, but Mak Cross beat me that day. I look forward to facing off against him again. The loss to him two years ago was a bit of a turning point for me. I felt like I had all the momentum in the world, and was ready to finally take the WFWF by storm, but it didn't happen. He feels like the perfect opponent to have to test myself against right now. It makes a nice contrast to where I was two years ago when we last fought. I don't think he'll even remember who I am, or our match, but that's ok. Because I do. And I know I'm better now that I was back then. This is the last chapter of my career. That isn't to say there won't be an epilogue one day. But I look forward to finally finishing out this chapter of the book, and I'm going to give Mak Cross everything I have to give. And whatever happens happens. And for once, I'm alright with that.
I actually just leapt off the stage, didn't I?
Turning to look at me, the two crew guys smile.
Damn right you did, that was a hell of a match man.
Thanks. When did I pass out? I remember the referee pulling me up and raising my hand after.
Pretty much the moment you got past the curtain backstage man, you just passed out. Had a bunch of people worried.
I'm just glad I made it back here before that happened. It looks better to the fans to get out on somewhat of your own accord. Thanks guys. One of you mind grabbing a medic? Having these tacks out of me before I go back out there would be nice.
What the hell do you mean before you go back out there? You're in no condition to be going anywhere but a hospital dude!
I'm paid by the WFWF to be a commentator. I'm going to at least call the main event. I don't want the last thing anyone remembers of me at Superbrawl being me barely consious, I want them to remember me coming back out to call the end of the show.
It won't matter, sorry dude, the only thing people are going to remember is that kiss of death you laid on Penny! Just hang here for a bit, we'll get someone to come over and bandage you up.
They walk away, talking and laughing, and as my thoughts focus and clear up, the realization of what I did hits me, causing my blood to run cold. I had forgotten the kiss for a moment. It seemed like the only option at the time. I mean, My arm was too screwed up to keep her at bay for long, and while it wasn't pantsing her, the idea to do that popped into my head thanks to Phillip Schneider. Embarrass her, catch her off guard he said. Well, that caught her off guard, and she was too damn shocked to do anything! And I won! Holy crap! I just won at Superbrawl! I got my Superbrawl moment! A smile forms on my face, as I gleefully look back on what had just transpired. I just hope Penny is down for the count long enough to make sure she stays out of the main event. All the scars, all the cuts, all the injuries, and all of the blood I just shed were worth it. I don't know how many times I could do that, but I had one more great one left in the tank! But should I really be this happy right now? Christy is going to be pissed beyond belief. It was a heat of the moment action in the match If I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have won. I probably would have ended up in even worse shape than I am already in. I don't think she's going to see it like that though. This is bad. This might be losing her bad. I never used to care about winning that much. But I just may have sold my soul to win at Superbrawl. The analogy Penny made about an alcoholic walking into a bar to use the bathroom is starting to hit home. I went into a match I shouldn't have even participated in, and I won, but at what cost? What if I gave everything up for one moment? I don't have it in me to do this on a full time basis, but I have that itch back right now. I just went into a match that everyone told me I couldn't win, and I pulled the rabbit out of a hat. Looking down at all the cuts and dried blood covering my body, I can't help but smile. I haven't felt adrenaline like this in a long time. The rush from winning and the big stage is numbing the extreme pain my body must be feeling to a dull background feeling. Once that wears off, the pain is going to be unbearable. But if I can get back out there to the commentary table, at least the feeling from the crowd and the action will help numb it for a little while longer. And take my mind off the pending conversation with Christy I'm not going to like. I wonder if she's already left a message on my phone. I'm sure friends and others I know have already. But I left my phone at the hotel, I didn't want to have to worry about it for tonight. Now, I don't want to touch it at all.
I won the National Title and had a great showing in Survival of the Fittest two years ago. But that night, I also viciously attacked on of my opponents, Slanted, and took him out of the match before it even started. I justified it because it had happened to me before, and I thought, what the hell, it's my turn to do that, I don't want to be on the receiving end again. After I beat Daniel Sabat and took the National Title from him, I beat the hell out of him again. Everyone in Survival of the Fittest worked together to take me out of the match, because I went on a rampage and was the biggest threat. Statistically, that night is the best of my entire career. And yet, it's the night I'm probably the least proud of. I was an animal. A monster. I lost myself completely. That was the first time in my career that I really wanted to succeed and win, and not just hurt people. And yet it was the time where I was the darkest I've ever been. How could a man look back on that and be proud? The fact that I lost the National Title the very next show was no coincidence. That type of performance, that type of mental instability could not be maintained. It gave me temporary strength, but no longevity. That night was the catalyst for the changes I've gone through. My mother called me the next day after Survival of the Fittest. She wasn't even mad. Her not yelling and getting angry made it worse. She just asked me why I had done that. She told me it was disgusting to see, and that she thought she had raised me better than that. And then she told me how disappointed in me she was. And then she just hung up. I left full time competition shortly after that. I had become something I didn't want to be, and once I realized that, once that clicked in my head, I lost my edge. I didn't have quite the refinement to that vicious streak of mine. I was distracted. Suddenly, I noticed all the aches and pains I had been having. I noticed how bad of shape a few of my injuries were in. I was done.
And fast forward to today, and here we are. An outside observer might remark that my match with Penny Shannon may as well have just been the Cameron Stone of old. And in a few minor ways, there is some truth to that statement. But there is a large difference between going to that place once in a while when you need to, and in revelling in it, and loving it, and embracing the bloodlust. My thoughts are interupted when I see a doctor approaching me.
Mr. Stone? I'll be able to help tidy you up, we have a medical room set up just a short ways away, if you'd like to follow me. We can get those tacks out of you, and get you bandaged up. I've also heard you wish to go out there for the main event again and call the action. I want you to know I don't recommend this, and I do encourage you to make sure you don't get physically involved, you're already in very rough shape.
It's ok Doc, I don't intend to do anything except sit there and talk. I'll be fine.
Famous last words, huh?
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After jumping into the ring and attacking Ace Bennett after his assault on Shawn Malakai, and having my head beaten in for my troubles, I woke up in the hospital the next morning. Apparently I had been in and out of consiousness, but I couldn't remember waking up at all. The staff told me that Christy was actually on her way there to see me, and she's be here the next day. Which is just great. She was going to be in a bad mood. I managed to get through from the hospital to the WFWF, and requested a match for the next show. The doctors freaked at that one, started going off about how they wouldn't medically clear me to do that, and I just laughed, and told them the WFWF wouldn't care at all. If the talent said they'd wrestle, they did. It's how things worked there. I know it's dumb to wrestle again so soon, when I'll be affected by a concussion, and beaten to a bloody pulp. But despite that fact that I'm told I have a severe concussion, it feels like I'm thinking as clearly as I ever have.
The next day, as I saw Christy walk into my room at the hospital, I smiled, but before I could even say one word, she had made her way over to me, and slapped me across the face with as much strength as she could muster, which, given the concussion and only being a few days removed from some of the worst punishment my body has ever endured, hurt a hell of a lot more than it should have.
YOU KISSED HER? YOU DUMB, IGNORANT, STUPID JACKASS!
Dumb and stupid imply the same thing, you really didn't need to use both. . .
I'll damn well use whatever insults spring to mind right now! Do you have any idea of how I feel right now!? You kissed the whore, after getting yourself beaten to hell I may add, and then you go back out to call the main event, and then you, despite the fact that you could barely walk and likely lost a couple of pints of blood, ran in and attacked Ace Bennett, getting yourself hospitalized! How am I supposed to feel!?
Happy that I won?
I cower as she raises her hand as if to smack me again, before she stops, and slumps backwards into the chair next to my bed, breathing heavily but trying to calm herself down. That leaves me time to suddenly realize she would have had to board a plane to get here.
How did you afford the plane ticket to get here to see me Christy?
About that. Shawn Malakai extended the olive branch and offered to get me here to see you, and I accepted. Speaking of Shawn, he wanted me to pass on a message to you.
And that is?
He accepts your congratulations on him winning the WFWF World Championship since you never got a chance to wish it to him personally, and he also wanted me to tell you that the next time you jump into the ring to save his ass to try not to get your ass kicked so badly, because it kind of defeats the point. But he appreciates the gesture nevertheless.
Sounds like Shawn all right.
So why did you kiss her?
I didn't even really think about it to be honest. It was a total spur of the moment thing. I was thinking of ways to not take a screwdriver to the face, and that shocked her enough to let me take control and win. I realized right after it happened how it would make you feel, and I'm sorry. I would never want to make you feel like that. And jumping in at the end of the show there against Ace, it was just first instinct to try to come to a friends aid.
And what about the little fact that I've gotten from the grapevine about you competing on the next show? You're just going to get yourself hurt even worse, and you gain nothing from this match. Why?
A few reasons Christy. It's going to be the beginning of a new era for the WFWF, and it's also in a way the ending of mine. The Stone Age is over. I want to go out there one last time knowing it's basically the end.
So you're saying you won't ever wrestle again?
God no. Anyone in this business who ever utters those words is lying. I can't promise that. But I can promise it's going to take a lot to get me back in there. I couldn't say no to a title shot. So if someone ever needed a tag partner and wanted to go after the belts, I'd probably take the chance. If I got called out hard enough, I might jump, that's a pride thing. But the big urge and itch to compete is pretty much gone. It had come back, and I fulfilled it here at Superbrawl.
Then why are you wrestling again on Reborn?
Because, I feel like I basically got forced into the match with Penny Shannon. She attacked me, I got drawn in. It got made an Ultraviolent match when that isn't what I wanted. But on this next show, I chose to wrestle. I didn't get pulled in, I stepped in. So I can go out knowing I did so on my terms, not someone elses. It feels more like and end, while the match with Penny felt like a means to an end.
So this match is really important to you then, even though it's pretty much a nothing match that's going to lead nowhere?
Yes, because it leads somewhere for me. It isn't about winning or losing it. It's about doing it because I want to. You told me before Superbrawl my confidence was gone. I didn't want to see it, but you were right. I was a nervous wreck. But that is over now, and I feel good. Mentally anyways. I went into that world, and I'm feeling good, I'm not feeling like a psychopath. I proved Penny Shannon wrong and myself right. My confidence is here. I'm wrestling on Reborn because I want this. And it's been far too long since I've been able to step in between those ropes and say that. So I can't pass up one more match here, no matter what kind of condition I'm in. This one has to happen while my passion is at a high.
All right then. I'll support you then. I don't like you doing this, but I have your back on it. You're extremely difficult to care about sometimes. You know that right?
I know. And the fact that you support me in this just makes it go from good to perfect.
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It's been 4 years since I debuted in the WFWF. May 3, 2010, I faced off against Braden Munroe. I was a hotshot young kid who had no identity and was green as grass. And as such, I got my ass kicked badly. Shortly after that, I got wrecked pretty hard in next couple of matches. Most normal people would have used those events as motivation to get better, or even to get out of the business. But not me. You see, I was the guy who decided forming the biggest mean streak as possible, and trying to severely hurt everyone, and bragging about how I didn't care about winning, only hurting people was the right way to go. Rather than try to cultivate my talents and improve upon them, I took the cowards way out, and passed it off as being a badass. That transpired on August 5, 2010, when I hurt Aaron Ashton badly enough to send him packing and pretty much end his career. He came back for a bit later, but he was never the same. The initial results were pretty solid. I got a tag team title shot given to me, but because of the way I had been going after people, I was attacked and injured before the match could happen on October 15, 2010. I was on the verge of having the best moment of my life, and it was snatched from me, but I still didn't heed the signs of what was coming. I kept going on this path, destroying my body the entire time. Instead of coming back and trying to utilize my natural abilities, I returned in March 2011. That was when Justin Tyme returned the same night, and cut into my return for his own, and set us on a pathway to hell. But first, I wrestled my first match back against Tabitha Owens in April 2011, and got wrecked by her. And it humbled me to a degree. But not the way it should have. I was a depressed wreck, and instead of heeding the signs, I got even more violent. In June, when me and Tyme finally collided, I sent him to the hospital in what was my strongest performance yet. In late 2011, I was injured again, and I came back in 2012, and ended the career of Richard Shaw in an extremely violent way. There was also a cage match against Justin Tyme. I'm glad we buried the hatchet. We pulled the best out of each other in ways, but also the worst. It's nice not having a mortal enemy. I returned again in 2012, and had increased how vicious I was even more. And it yielded results. I won the National Title, and looked strong in Survival of the Fittest. But it all went downhill from there. I lost the National Title in my very first defense of it, and I just kind of faded into obscurity before I left the WFWF, basically sitting out all of 2013 before returning as a commentator. Because I had failed to realize the big weakness of the style I was using, and my mindset at the time. My body was breaking down, wasting my prime years, and I wasn't getting any better. That psychopathic version of myself never improved, never got better, and despite some success, the title wins and things like that could never possibly last. That's when I made the choice to step away, and change my life, become a better person. I met Christy, and I am able to stand here today knowing that my WFWF career untimately amounts to being a gatekeeper for the other, better guys that came in after I did. But unlike back then, I can look back and be ok with that now.
Reborn will be the second time I have faced off with Mak Cross one on one. Just over two years ago, on April 1, 2012, we squared off. It was my second match back after returning and ending Richard Shaw's career, and I was on a high from it. I thought I was indestructable. I wasn't. It was a competitive match, but Mak Cross beat me that day. I look forward to facing off against him again. The loss to him two years ago was a bit of a turning point for me. I felt like I had all the momentum in the world, and was ready to finally take the WFWF by storm, but it didn't happen. He feels like the perfect opponent to have to test myself against right now. It makes a nice contrast to where I was two years ago when we last fought. I don't think he'll even remember who I am, or our match, but that's ok. Because I do. And I know I'm better now that I was back then. This is the last chapter of my career. That isn't to say there won't be an epilogue one day. But I look forward to finally finishing out this chapter of the book, and I'm going to give Mak Cross everything I have to give. And whatever happens happens. And for once, I'm alright with that.
