Post by Ace Bennett on Dec 16, 2016 13:44:05 GMT -5
Something was amiss.
A harsh biting breeze blew through the vast Antarctic expanse as the party approached their target. They had been sent there a few hours prior by the lead scientist of this expedition. The party's sled stopped just short of the first building, the massive dogs being gently reigned in by the druid at the reigns. It was a camp, much like the one the party had called home since arriving to this frozen hellscape, but something was off. They had come here on a sort of reconnaissance mission, to see if this camp would be inhabitable for the upcoming winter season. The five men stepped off of their sled, with the intention of having a closer look. A halfling, Balthazar Aerosong, took the lead, using his knowledge of engineering to try to access the durability of the weather worn buildings.
Several of the buildings were in less than ideal shape. Collapsed roofs, and broken windows plagued the encampment and given that the party was the stay the night, this simply could not do. It appeared as if this mission was to be for naught, as this camp clearly was not livable in its current state, even for just a night. They might as well be open season for the snow elves. Luckily, Balthazar, accompanied by the dwarf Keldnar Thunderfist, found what used to be a dormitory building that was still upright and in relatively working conditions.
Balthazar Aerosong: It looks like this is where we will be staying tonight.
Keldnar Thunderfist: Aye, good work lad.
The two made their way out of the cabin to find the rest of the party studying another....anomaly of the camp. The shapeshifting druid, a human known as Rab Brady, was down on his knees running his hands along the side of what appeared to be a rather large fish skeleton.
Balthazar Aerosong: Is that a whale?!?!
Rab Brady: Aye. A sad sight is it not? Such a magnificent beast turned to bone.
Balthazar turns his attention away from Rab. Typical druid, more concerned of the welfare of a long dead animal than his fellow man. Looking towards the sorcerer of the party, a dwarf named Belmek Groundspeaker, to inquire about the discovery.
Balthazar Aerosong: Any idea how this thing got here?
Belmek Groundspeaker: Nay, but it can't have been here long. The scientists only abandoned this camp a few months ago.
Balthazar Aerosong: We'll have to report this back to the scientists in the morning.
Olf Skysmasher: So when do I get to hit something?
Olf is a barbarian. He likes to hit things. And soup. And hitting things until they turn into soup. We tend to ignore him.
After further investigation, the party decided that it would be okay to stay in the cabin that Balthazar and Keldnar found earlier in the day. While crude and not terribly warm, it was the best that they were going to do for the night. Balthazar took watch first, and nothing strange or out of the ordinary happened. Boring. He had at least expected some sort of wolf or snow elf to get a little brave and try to attack him. Yet there was nothing but the cold breeze stinging against his face. As his time wound down, he longed for a good night's rest. Balthazar entered the cabin and stirred Keldnar, as he was to take second watch to give the sorcerers more time to rest as it was more important for them. Eyes heavy, Balthazar fell asleep in an instant.
And almost as instantly, he was awoken.
By a wolf. And not a nice one.
Luckily for him, Balthazar was able to stir in time and dodge the angry doggo's first swipe. Letting out a surprisingly feminine yelp, the halfling alerted the rest of his sleeping party to the presence of their new friend. As his comrades stirred, he pulled out his Wand of Fireball and shot a ball of fire at the snout of the wolf. Driving it backward, the wolf is then downed by a fury of fists from the entering (terrible) lookout Keldnar.
Balthazar Aerosong: What the hell were you doing out there?!
Keldnar Thunderfist: They didn't get by me, they must have snuck through a hole in the building or something!
While the two argued and Rab attempted to revive the downed wolf, the sound of a collapsing building can be heard outside. Running outside, Balthazar's jaw drops.
Balthazar Aerosong: Guys, you might want to come out here.
The four men rushed to Balthazar's side and viewed upon what he had seen. The whale skeleton had come....alive? The whale's new sickly green "skin" was crawling, making waves over the whale's body as if it were the water that the whale had originally lived in when it was alive. It flailed it's tail back and forth, taking down the already weather worn buildings with each swipe. Three of the five men charged, as Balthazar stayed back, not wanting to get too close. Digging deep into his lungs, he belted out a song that he knew would inspire courage and allow his comrades to fight that much harder. As a bard, Balthazar's songs were more powerful than any weapon he could weild. Rab transformed into a woolly mammoth in an attempt to be of at least comparable size to the whale. Olf, being the biggest was the first to arrive.
Olf Skysmasher: OLF SMASH!
Balthazar knew that now was his time to try to get some heat off of his allies and do some damage to the monstrosity. Pointing his Wand of Fireball at the whale, Balthazar takes aim......
A die rolls across the team, flying from Austin Hayes' hand.
Austin Hayes: S**t.
A quick inspection of the 20 sided die reveals that our hero has rolled a one.
Travis Mathis: Your wand malfunctions. You are unable to use it for the rest of the day.
Austin Hayes: Oh come on! That's some bulls**t and you know it.
Travis Mathis: You rolled a critical failure, Austin. That's how it works.
Austin Hayes: Well, can I reroll then?
Travis Mathis: I've already let you reroll like three times tonight. Sorry man, that's the game sometimes. Did you want to do anything else?
Austin Hayes: I guess I'll pull out my crossbow....
Austin slid down into his chair, letting his buzz take over for a few minutes as he wallowed in self pity over his personal failure. He had only been playing for a few weeks with this group of people he had just met, but he was having a good time. The six of them sat around the table, a pool table with a piece of plywood, a tablecloth, and several bottles of various alcohol the friends had brought over that night on top of it. Leaning in, the group was looking down at a laminated checkered play mat with sharpie drawings representing the buildings in the area. Each player had a figurine representing their position of the board as well as a large monster dice bag representing the whale horror. There's nothing quite like sitting around a table getting drunk pretending to slay monsters. Especially when the rules of the game don't make sense to you sometimes. Travis motioned towards the other members of the group for them to take their actions. Each player strategically placed their characters in a place they believed would maximize their damage put minimize damage done to them.
Travis Mathis: Alright, it's the whale's turn.
Travis lifts the monster dice bag representing the whale to a 90 degree angle from the play mat and lands it directly on top of the figurine representing Olf Skysmasher, the character of Gavin Burger. Travis rolls a few dice and looks towards the clearly agitated Gavin.
Travis Mathis: Gavin, does a 13 hit your armor class?
Gavin Burger: Of course it does.
A few more dice hit the table from Travis' hands. He winces at the result and looks to Gavin with a smile on his face.
Travis Mathis: Take 43 damage.
Gavin Burger: Okay. I'm dead.
Everyone lets out a little gasp. Travis had mentioned that this was supposed to be an easy day.
Travis Mathis: Seriously?!
Gavin Burger: Yep.
Travis Mathis: I'm actually really sorry...
The group continues on without Olf Skysmasher and somehow manage to kill the whale creature without their heaviest hitter. This was the first death of a character that Austin had experienced with this new playgroup and he couldn't help but feel responsible. If he hadn't rolled that one, his fireball would have done some damage to the whale and maybe turned its attention towards him instead of towards Gavin's character. Of course, the group reassure him that this was not the case, but it still bugged Austin. Eventually Sean, the creator of Belmek, left the remaining guys to hang out. As is tradition, at the end of that day's adventure the group went outside with the character sheet that Gavin used to create Olf. It was a nice night in Florida, clear skies with a slight warm breeze. They approached a sandy area where Gavin rolled up the character sheet and stuck it into the group. Don, the creator of Keldnar, handed Jose, the creator of Rab a lighter. Jose then took the light and lit the character sheet for Olf, signifying the character's end. The three stood around as they watched the fire dance its way down the paper, fully enveloping it.
Don Emerson: Wow Burger, you suck.
Gavin Burger: I know! I don't know why this keeps happening to me.
Jose Gomez: It keeps happening to you because you suck.
The group share a laugh. They're out here partially because they enjoy each other's company, partially to make sure that everyone is okay to drive home. Austin is looking down at the burning character sheet, deep in thoughts as a lull in the conversation has everyone else doing the same. Don breaks the silence.
Don Emerson: Austin, aren't you starting in the WFWF here in a few days?
Austin Hayes: Yeah, just got my first opponent actually. Some guy named Brandon Bison. Actually, the reason I can't play next week is I gotta go to HQ here soon to interview to hype up my debut.
Jose Gomez: Aw sweet! Are you they putting you up in some private jet or something?
Travis Mathis: Yeah, I bet you're excited.
Austin Hayes: Not really, I'd rather just have my match and do my thing in the ring. I'm not much of a talker.
Travis Mathis: I'm sure it'll be fine.
It wasn't.
Jose was right, they did whisk him away to WFWF HQ in a private jet. Clearly Lila Sleater spared no expense when it came to new signings. Austin was flown from Jacksonville to wherever WFWF HQ was, he wasn't really sure to be honest. As the jet cruised by, Austin looked out the window and thought about his future. Was this worth the risk that he took? The reality was, he was going from being in a good, stable job as an IT consultant where he made good money to a job where he could break his spine any given night and lose his livelihood and the function of his entire body. And the chances are low that an IT company wants someone who can't use their own hands. Maybe he was better off just staying safe and keeping that job. He's jolted back to reality as the plane begins to descend. He never really liked flying all that much.
Upon landing, Austin is met at the terminal by a man in a suit holding up a sign with his name on it and the WFWF logo on top. It seemed pretty conspicuous, a good way to get the attention of those fans that hang out in airports all day. It was a good thing he wasn't known yet to WFWF fans, or there'd likely be a horde of fans in his face asking for autographs and pictures. Not that he'd mind that, but he kind of just wanted to go home and relax before his first match. The ride to the HQ was fairly quiet, as the chauffeur was stone quiet. Good. No conversations were necessary right now. He had to think of what he was going to say in this interview. Austin knew the type of person he was, and he didn't want anyone to get that twisted in his first impression to the WFWF fans. It made him kind of nervous thinking about it. This interview could make or break the rest of his career. Or it could be nothing. But Austin couldn't help but think the former.
Arriving at the HQ, Austin was whisked to the proper location by the petite receptionist that he met at the front desk. This proper location was the WFWF interview set, which was already prepared to record his interview for SuperBrawl. The light crew was just turning the lights towards the backdrop with the WFWF logo as a sound technician was placing the microphone on Daniel Knight, WFWF's color commentary man.
Daniel Knight: Where is this bozo? I don't have all day.
Knight was berating the nearest intern, probably about something stereotypical like giving him the wrong kind of coffee or something like that. Austin, undeterred, approaches him with an extended hand.
Austin Hayes: Hello Mr. Knight. My name's Aus-
Knight holds a hand up to Austin's face to interrupt him. Austin's extended hand drops to his side.
Daniel Knight: I know who you are. Listen kid, I get it. I really do. You're here to be the next big star in WFWF. You're gonna fight everyone and you're gonna win all your matches and be the best that the WFWF has ever seen. Trust me, I interview chumps like you on a weekly basis. And being completely honest, it's a load of trash. It's the same three or four guys at the top here, and I highly doubt that you of all people will change that. So I'll tell you what. I'll put you over like a million bucks during this interview and make everyone believe those words coming out of your mouth on just one small condition. Leave me alone. Go get miced up so we can get this over with.
Austin simply looks up at Knight and nods, walking away.
Daniel Knight: And Austin?
He stops and turns around. Knight is eyeing him up and down.
Daniel Knight: Change the X-Men shirt. You look like a f***ing moron.
Austin looks down at his blue X-Men shirt and nods again. He turns around as an anger begins to bubble in the pit in his stomach. Words trying escaping through the bottom of his throat but he prevents them. No. It's funny that he let such a scummy guy get under his skin, because normally an opinion like that would not effect him. But the fact that he just wrote him off before as much as an introduction? That really seemed to bother him. And when things bothered him, he got petty. This interview may be his first introduction to the WFWF audience, but it's also his first introduction to Daniel Knight. Might as well make him remember him. He had just the shirt for the occasion.
A harsh biting breeze blew through the vast Antarctic expanse as the party approached their target. They had been sent there a few hours prior by the lead scientist of this expedition. The party's sled stopped just short of the first building, the massive dogs being gently reigned in by the druid at the reigns. It was a camp, much like the one the party had called home since arriving to this frozen hellscape, but something was off. They had come here on a sort of reconnaissance mission, to see if this camp would be inhabitable for the upcoming winter season. The five men stepped off of their sled, with the intention of having a closer look. A halfling, Balthazar Aerosong, took the lead, using his knowledge of engineering to try to access the durability of the weather worn buildings.
Several of the buildings were in less than ideal shape. Collapsed roofs, and broken windows plagued the encampment and given that the party was the stay the night, this simply could not do. It appeared as if this mission was to be for naught, as this camp clearly was not livable in its current state, even for just a night. They might as well be open season for the snow elves. Luckily, Balthazar, accompanied by the dwarf Keldnar Thunderfist, found what used to be a dormitory building that was still upright and in relatively working conditions.
Balthazar Aerosong: It looks like this is where we will be staying tonight.
Keldnar Thunderfist: Aye, good work lad.
The two made their way out of the cabin to find the rest of the party studying another....anomaly of the camp. The shapeshifting druid, a human known as Rab Brady, was down on his knees running his hands along the side of what appeared to be a rather large fish skeleton.
Balthazar Aerosong: Is that a whale?!?!
Rab Brady: Aye. A sad sight is it not? Such a magnificent beast turned to bone.
Balthazar turns his attention away from Rab. Typical druid, more concerned of the welfare of a long dead animal than his fellow man. Looking towards the sorcerer of the party, a dwarf named Belmek Groundspeaker, to inquire about the discovery.
Balthazar Aerosong: Any idea how this thing got here?
Belmek Groundspeaker: Nay, but it can't have been here long. The scientists only abandoned this camp a few months ago.
Balthazar Aerosong: We'll have to report this back to the scientists in the morning.
Olf Skysmasher: So when do I get to hit something?
Olf is a barbarian. He likes to hit things. And soup. And hitting things until they turn into soup. We tend to ignore him.
After further investigation, the party decided that it would be okay to stay in the cabin that Balthazar and Keldnar found earlier in the day. While crude and not terribly warm, it was the best that they were going to do for the night. Balthazar took watch first, and nothing strange or out of the ordinary happened. Boring. He had at least expected some sort of wolf or snow elf to get a little brave and try to attack him. Yet there was nothing but the cold breeze stinging against his face. As his time wound down, he longed for a good night's rest. Balthazar entered the cabin and stirred Keldnar, as he was to take second watch to give the sorcerers more time to rest as it was more important for them. Eyes heavy, Balthazar fell asleep in an instant.
And almost as instantly, he was awoken.
By a wolf. And not a nice one.
Luckily for him, Balthazar was able to stir in time and dodge the angry doggo's first swipe. Letting out a surprisingly feminine yelp, the halfling alerted the rest of his sleeping party to the presence of their new friend. As his comrades stirred, he pulled out his Wand of Fireball and shot a ball of fire at the snout of the wolf. Driving it backward, the wolf is then downed by a fury of fists from the entering (terrible) lookout Keldnar.
Balthazar Aerosong: What the hell were you doing out there?!
Keldnar Thunderfist: They didn't get by me, they must have snuck through a hole in the building or something!
While the two argued and Rab attempted to revive the downed wolf, the sound of a collapsing building can be heard outside. Running outside, Balthazar's jaw drops.
Balthazar Aerosong: Guys, you might want to come out here.
The four men rushed to Balthazar's side and viewed upon what he had seen. The whale skeleton had come....alive? The whale's new sickly green "skin" was crawling, making waves over the whale's body as if it were the water that the whale had originally lived in when it was alive. It flailed it's tail back and forth, taking down the already weather worn buildings with each swipe. Three of the five men charged, as Balthazar stayed back, not wanting to get too close. Digging deep into his lungs, he belted out a song that he knew would inspire courage and allow his comrades to fight that much harder. As a bard, Balthazar's songs were more powerful than any weapon he could weild. Rab transformed into a woolly mammoth in an attempt to be of at least comparable size to the whale. Olf, being the biggest was the first to arrive.
Olf Skysmasher: OLF SMASH!
Balthazar knew that now was his time to try to get some heat off of his allies and do some damage to the monstrosity. Pointing his Wand of Fireball at the whale, Balthazar takes aim......
A die rolls across the team, flying from Austin Hayes' hand.
Austin Hayes: S**t.
A quick inspection of the 20 sided die reveals that our hero has rolled a one.
Travis Mathis: Your wand malfunctions. You are unable to use it for the rest of the day.
Austin Hayes: Oh come on! That's some bulls**t and you know it.
Travis Mathis: You rolled a critical failure, Austin. That's how it works.
Austin Hayes: Well, can I reroll then?
Travis Mathis: I've already let you reroll like three times tonight. Sorry man, that's the game sometimes. Did you want to do anything else?
Austin Hayes: I guess I'll pull out my crossbow....
Austin slid down into his chair, letting his buzz take over for a few minutes as he wallowed in self pity over his personal failure. He had only been playing for a few weeks with this group of people he had just met, but he was having a good time. The six of them sat around the table, a pool table with a piece of plywood, a tablecloth, and several bottles of various alcohol the friends had brought over that night on top of it. Leaning in, the group was looking down at a laminated checkered play mat with sharpie drawings representing the buildings in the area. Each player had a figurine representing their position of the board as well as a large monster dice bag representing the whale horror. There's nothing quite like sitting around a table getting drunk pretending to slay monsters. Especially when the rules of the game don't make sense to you sometimes. Travis motioned towards the other members of the group for them to take their actions. Each player strategically placed their characters in a place they believed would maximize their damage put minimize damage done to them.
Travis Mathis: Alright, it's the whale's turn.
Travis lifts the monster dice bag representing the whale to a 90 degree angle from the play mat and lands it directly on top of the figurine representing Olf Skysmasher, the character of Gavin Burger. Travis rolls a few dice and looks towards the clearly agitated Gavin.
Travis Mathis: Gavin, does a 13 hit your armor class?
Gavin Burger: Of course it does.
A few more dice hit the table from Travis' hands. He winces at the result and looks to Gavin with a smile on his face.
Travis Mathis: Take 43 damage.
Gavin Burger: Okay. I'm dead.
Everyone lets out a little gasp. Travis had mentioned that this was supposed to be an easy day.
Travis Mathis: Seriously?!
Gavin Burger: Yep.
Travis Mathis: I'm actually really sorry...
The group continues on without Olf Skysmasher and somehow manage to kill the whale creature without their heaviest hitter. This was the first death of a character that Austin had experienced with this new playgroup and he couldn't help but feel responsible. If he hadn't rolled that one, his fireball would have done some damage to the whale and maybe turned its attention towards him instead of towards Gavin's character. Of course, the group reassure him that this was not the case, but it still bugged Austin. Eventually Sean, the creator of Belmek, left the remaining guys to hang out. As is tradition, at the end of that day's adventure the group went outside with the character sheet that Gavin used to create Olf. It was a nice night in Florida, clear skies with a slight warm breeze. They approached a sandy area where Gavin rolled up the character sheet and stuck it into the group. Don, the creator of Keldnar, handed Jose, the creator of Rab a lighter. Jose then took the light and lit the character sheet for Olf, signifying the character's end. The three stood around as they watched the fire dance its way down the paper, fully enveloping it.
Don Emerson: Wow Burger, you suck.
Gavin Burger: I know! I don't know why this keeps happening to me.
Jose Gomez: It keeps happening to you because you suck.
The group share a laugh. They're out here partially because they enjoy each other's company, partially to make sure that everyone is okay to drive home. Austin is looking down at the burning character sheet, deep in thoughts as a lull in the conversation has everyone else doing the same. Don breaks the silence.
Don Emerson: Austin, aren't you starting in the WFWF here in a few days?
Austin Hayes: Yeah, just got my first opponent actually. Some guy named Brandon Bison. Actually, the reason I can't play next week is I gotta go to HQ here soon to interview to hype up my debut.
Jose Gomez: Aw sweet! Are you they putting you up in some private jet or something?
Travis Mathis: Yeah, I bet you're excited.
Austin Hayes: Not really, I'd rather just have my match and do my thing in the ring. I'm not much of a talker.
Travis Mathis: I'm sure it'll be fine.
It wasn't.
Jose was right, they did whisk him away to WFWF HQ in a private jet. Clearly Lila Sleater spared no expense when it came to new signings. Austin was flown from Jacksonville to wherever WFWF HQ was, he wasn't really sure to be honest. As the jet cruised by, Austin looked out the window and thought about his future. Was this worth the risk that he took? The reality was, he was going from being in a good, stable job as an IT consultant where he made good money to a job where he could break his spine any given night and lose his livelihood and the function of his entire body. And the chances are low that an IT company wants someone who can't use their own hands. Maybe he was better off just staying safe and keeping that job. He's jolted back to reality as the plane begins to descend. He never really liked flying all that much.
Upon landing, Austin is met at the terminal by a man in a suit holding up a sign with his name on it and the WFWF logo on top. It seemed pretty conspicuous, a good way to get the attention of those fans that hang out in airports all day. It was a good thing he wasn't known yet to WFWF fans, or there'd likely be a horde of fans in his face asking for autographs and pictures. Not that he'd mind that, but he kind of just wanted to go home and relax before his first match. The ride to the HQ was fairly quiet, as the chauffeur was stone quiet. Good. No conversations were necessary right now. He had to think of what he was going to say in this interview. Austin knew the type of person he was, and he didn't want anyone to get that twisted in his first impression to the WFWF fans. It made him kind of nervous thinking about it. This interview could make or break the rest of his career. Or it could be nothing. But Austin couldn't help but think the former.
Arriving at the HQ, Austin was whisked to the proper location by the petite receptionist that he met at the front desk. This proper location was the WFWF interview set, which was already prepared to record his interview for SuperBrawl. The light crew was just turning the lights towards the backdrop with the WFWF logo as a sound technician was placing the microphone on Daniel Knight, WFWF's color commentary man.
Daniel Knight: Where is this bozo? I don't have all day.
Knight was berating the nearest intern, probably about something stereotypical like giving him the wrong kind of coffee or something like that. Austin, undeterred, approaches him with an extended hand.
Austin Hayes: Hello Mr. Knight. My name's Aus-
Knight holds a hand up to Austin's face to interrupt him. Austin's extended hand drops to his side.
Daniel Knight: I know who you are. Listen kid, I get it. I really do. You're here to be the next big star in WFWF. You're gonna fight everyone and you're gonna win all your matches and be the best that the WFWF has ever seen. Trust me, I interview chumps like you on a weekly basis. And being completely honest, it's a load of trash. It's the same three or four guys at the top here, and I highly doubt that you of all people will change that. So I'll tell you what. I'll put you over like a million bucks during this interview and make everyone believe those words coming out of your mouth on just one small condition. Leave me alone. Go get miced up so we can get this over with.
Austin simply looks up at Knight and nods, walking away.
Daniel Knight: And Austin?
He stops and turns around. Knight is eyeing him up and down.
Daniel Knight: Change the X-Men shirt. You look like a f***ing moron.
Austin looks down at his blue X-Men shirt and nods again. He turns around as an anger begins to bubble in the pit in his stomach. Words trying escaping through the bottom of his throat but he prevents them. No. It's funny that he let such a scummy guy get under his skin, because normally an opinion like that would not effect him. But the fact that he just wrote him off before as much as an introduction? That really seemed to bother him. And when things bothered him, he got petty. This interview may be his first introduction to the WFWF audience, but it's also his first introduction to Daniel Knight. Might as well make him remember him. He had just the shirt for the occasion.
To read the interview go here after Nitta/Alexander match.
"Greatness."
"I've never been truly great at anything. I'm actually pretty good at just about anything I try. Competitive Pokemon battles, track and field, Dungeons and Dragons, interviews with gigantic douche bags; this is just a small list of things that I'm good at now or was good at once upon a time. The difference between being simply good and being great is large. Someone who is great will be remembered for what they did. Someone who is great can say that they are one of the best at what they do. I would try and try and no matter what I did, I couldn't break through being simply good at any of these things. I could beat most people in a good ole fashioned Pokemon battle, but put me against a player who knows what they're doing and then I start to struggle. I qualified for the sectional championships in high school for track and field, but was never able to make it further than that. I am able to build a competent D&D character, but I can't seem to avoid allowing my allies to be killed. I'm able to speak into a microphone, but am written off by my interviewer as soon as the they lay their eyes on me."
"The WFWF has given me an opportunity to ascend from good to great at another one of my passions: wrestling. I would like to consider myself good at wrestling. I have won several matches in my local circuit and have managed to master one of the most difficult moves to even execute. But I've not reached that next level. I've not been the person putting on match of the year candidates or even getting as much as a look for a championship shot. I'm in this place where I know I'm better than what I've been given, but was unable to do anything because of a job that was holding me back. Once the WFWF noticed me, I knew it was time to take the biggest risk of my life and try to become great at something once again. It was time to try and put my names in the history books as someone who would put his body on the line for his passion."
"It was time for me to make my legacy."
"I have plenty of naysayers. My manger at my old job told me several times that I should stop wrestling and focus on my career and make a family. My friends and family are all questioning this decision as my financial security is something that they never had the luxury of having and they think that I'm wasting my potential to do something reckless. Hell, there are already those within WFWF, the company that allowed me to take this shot, that don't believe I'll be much more than a flash in the pan at best and a complete failure at worst. Those are the people that light the fire under my ass and make me want to prove them wrong. Those are the people that make me push harder than I ever have before to become the man that I know I can be. Those are the people that make me want to become great."
"The WFWF has put me against Brandon Bison in my first matchup. Brandon Bison is good, I'll give him that. He won a battle royal to earn a shot at the Golden Opportunity match, a battle royal almost nobody gave him a shot at winning. He's one of WFWF's hottest up and comers and everyone seems to think that he has a future in the business. Brandon Bison is good. Brandon Bison is not great."
"I will be great."
"Brandon Bison could one day become great. That will not happen at my expense. Not in my first match with this company. Brandon Bison will be the first to experience 'The Shooting Star' in action, and everyone in that arena except for him will like what they see. When that bell rings and you stare across that ring at me, know that you are staring at greatness. Win, lose, or draw. Championships or no championships. Love me or hate me. I will achieve what I am striving for. I will reach my goals. It is my time to attain what I have failed to attain thus far in my life."
"Greatness"
"I've never been truly great at anything. I'm actually pretty good at just about anything I try. Competitive Pokemon battles, track and field, Dungeons and Dragons, interviews with gigantic douche bags; this is just a small list of things that I'm good at now or was good at once upon a time. The difference between being simply good and being great is large. Someone who is great will be remembered for what they did. Someone who is great can say that they are one of the best at what they do. I would try and try and no matter what I did, I couldn't break through being simply good at any of these things. I could beat most people in a good ole fashioned Pokemon battle, but put me against a player who knows what they're doing and then I start to struggle. I qualified for the sectional championships in high school for track and field, but was never able to make it further than that. I am able to build a competent D&D character, but I can't seem to avoid allowing my allies to be killed. I'm able to speak into a microphone, but am written off by my interviewer as soon as the they lay their eyes on me."
"The WFWF has given me an opportunity to ascend from good to great at another one of my passions: wrestling. I would like to consider myself good at wrestling. I have won several matches in my local circuit and have managed to master one of the most difficult moves to even execute. But I've not reached that next level. I've not been the person putting on match of the year candidates or even getting as much as a look for a championship shot. I'm in this place where I know I'm better than what I've been given, but was unable to do anything because of a job that was holding me back. Once the WFWF noticed me, I knew it was time to take the biggest risk of my life and try to become great at something once again. It was time to try and put my names in the history books as someone who would put his body on the line for his passion."
"It was time for me to make my legacy."
"I have plenty of naysayers. My manger at my old job told me several times that I should stop wrestling and focus on my career and make a family. My friends and family are all questioning this decision as my financial security is something that they never had the luxury of having and they think that I'm wasting my potential to do something reckless. Hell, there are already those within WFWF, the company that allowed me to take this shot, that don't believe I'll be much more than a flash in the pan at best and a complete failure at worst. Those are the people that light the fire under my ass and make me want to prove them wrong. Those are the people that make me push harder than I ever have before to become the man that I know I can be. Those are the people that make me want to become great."
"The WFWF has put me against Brandon Bison in my first matchup. Brandon Bison is good, I'll give him that. He won a battle royal to earn a shot at the Golden Opportunity match, a battle royal almost nobody gave him a shot at winning. He's one of WFWF's hottest up and comers and everyone seems to think that he has a future in the business. Brandon Bison is good. Brandon Bison is not great."
"I will be great."
"Brandon Bison could one day become great. That will not happen at my expense. Not in my first match with this company. Brandon Bison will be the first to experience 'The Shooting Star' in action, and everyone in that arena except for him will like what they see. When that bell rings and you stare across that ring at me, know that you are staring at greatness. Win, lose, or draw. Championships or no championships. Love me or hate me. I will achieve what I am striving for. I will reach my goals. It is my time to attain what I have failed to attain thus far in my life."
"Greatness"
I dont know good luck 
