Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 31, 2022 1:22:03 GMT
Joe Nobody looks out his front door, lost in thought, taking a drag of his CBD vape as he watches the downpour of a summer storm.
"You know normally I would stand here, or sit on my front porch, or try and look cool and lean up against a building, like some rebellious high schooler. And, then like any good show monkey, I would look into the camera, smile, and then like any good performer, I would build myself up. Saying scripted lines about how I am one of the best in this business, or about how I've put so many years into this profession to try to be one of the best to ever do it. Then probably go on a long profanity-ridden tirade about how my opponent or in this case opponents are not even on the same level as me. I mean that's what everyone expects from me. To fall under the same clichés that have plagued this business, this sport for decades."
Nobody shakes his head in disapproval.
"See because it appears to me that the way this business is turning. And the way those on the outside look at it, well the line, it's beginning to blur. The face, that's the guy you're supposed to cheer by the way."
Nobody says with a sarcastic smirk on his face.
"And the heel that's the one you're supposed to boo, in case your uneducated, has like I said, become blurry and I don't understand it. I don't understand this mindset, and maybe it's because I'm old-fashioned. Maybe it's because I still live in a world where storytelling is a key component to this. Maybe it's because I'm 6'1" and weigh 190 lb and I don't do flippy bulshit. Maybe it's because I'm not worried about ratings or what a magazine thinks about me or about what some writer who's never done this in their lives thinks about me. Maybe it'.s because I don't give a shit what social media thinks about me. In the end to tell you the truth, I could care less what anybody thinks of me. I really could. I could set the arena on fire and no one would bat an eye. No one would say anything, and not because, oh I committed arson. But, because I don't appeal to certain demographic. I don't appeal to a certain audience, that for some reason, people are trying to gravitate towards."
Nobody stops for a second taking another hit off his vape.
"You know what? Maybe I'm not the person for that audience. aybe I'm not the person for the masses. Maybe I'm not the person for the hive mind, who is too afraid to speak their own opinions and just agrees with everything they read online. Now, I'm not saying it's wrong to hate the good guy and like the bad guy. I'm not saying it's wrong to cheer for a cool-looking move. And, I'm not saying it's wrong to have an opinion. But it is wrong to think that the wants and needs of the few should outweigh the needs of the many. I do think it's wrong to push your own personal agenda and your own personal fan bases and fan theories down the throats of every moron who will listen to you like a Mormon with a Bible, or a Jehovah's Witness or an Evangelical or a Baptist or any other right-wing Christian Nut Job."
Nobody holds a hand up trying to calm himself and get back on track.
"Apologies, I lost forest for the trees there a bit. What I'm trying to say is I'm getting off topic. I could sit here and say something about JULES KING claiming Detroit as her hometown, and going off on a tangent. Saying you don't get to do that. You don't get to move to a city, live there for a week, and claim it as your own. See to me you're just a visitor, your a tourist. You are what the Hawaiians would call a haole. You're ruining my city with your stupidity and your ignorance and I would appreciate if you would pack your bags and move back to whatever backwater area you come from. I guess that's people would like to hear isn't it. As for the other I know who Nate Pierce is. I'm not going to hold anything against you. One time I aXw Champion, one-time GWA International Champion, I've seen that title myself. I'm sure you noticed that I associate with myself one time with someone who also held that title one time, so I can respect you, i don't have to like you, but I can still respect you. Because right now, my issue is not with KING, it's not with Pierce, it's with the higher-ups. It's with those who sign my paychecks. It's a those who signed my contract. You did one thing, the one thing that I have begged people to never do it to me. You forgot me, forgot who I was. You forgot what the hell it is that I do. Do you heartbreaking it is every day sitting at home waiting on a phone call, text message, fax, carrier pigeon, smoke signal ,semaphore Flags, Telegraph, snail mail, a fuckin' Christmas card to let me know. That hey you've got a match coming up prepare for it. For almost two months, I have sat at home waiting, and it seems you want to use me has a way of welcoming the new faces Well you know what, that's fine. If you want to use me as a welcoming committee. I'll do it but be warned from this day forward all new hires go through hell. I don't care how much experience they bring into the ring. They enter eager to please, and leave on a gurney. And that suit's me perfectly."
"You know normally I would stand here, or sit on my front porch, or try and look cool and lean up against a building, like some rebellious high schooler. And, then like any good show monkey, I would look into the camera, smile, and then like any good performer, I would build myself up. Saying scripted lines about how I am one of the best in this business, or about how I've put so many years into this profession to try to be one of the best to ever do it. Then probably go on a long profanity-ridden tirade about how my opponent or in this case opponents are not even on the same level as me. I mean that's what everyone expects from me. To fall under the same clichés that have plagued this business, this sport for decades."
Nobody shakes his head in disapproval.
"See because it appears to me that the way this business is turning. And the way those on the outside look at it, well the line, it's beginning to blur. The face, that's the guy you're supposed to cheer by the way."
Nobody says with a sarcastic smirk on his face.
"And the heel that's the one you're supposed to boo, in case your uneducated, has like I said, become blurry and I don't understand it. I don't understand this mindset, and maybe it's because I'm old-fashioned. Maybe it's because I still live in a world where storytelling is a key component to this. Maybe it's because I'm 6'1" and weigh 190 lb and I don't do flippy bulshit. Maybe it's because I'm not worried about ratings or what a magazine thinks about me or about what some writer who's never done this in their lives thinks about me. Maybe it'.s because I don't give a shit what social media thinks about me. In the end to tell you the truth, I could care less what anybody thinks of me. I really could. I could set the arena on fire and no one would bat an eye. No one would say anything, and not because, oh I committed arson. But, because I don't appeal to certain demographic. I don't appeal to a certain audience, that for some reason, people are trying to gravitate towards."
Nobody stops for a second taking another hit off his vape.
"You know what? Maybe I'm not the person for that audience. aybe I'm not the person for the masses. Maybe I'm not the person for the hive mind, who is too afraid to speak their own opinions and just agrees with everything they read online. Now, I'm not saying it's wrong to hate the good guy and like the bad guy. I'm not saying it's wrong to cheer for a cool-looking move. And, I'm not saying it's wrong to have an opinion. But it is wrong to think that the wants and needs of the few should outweigh the needs of the many. I do think it's wrong to push your own personal agenda and your own personal fan bases and fan theories down the throats of every moron who will listen to you like a Mormon with a Bible, or a Jehovah's Witness or an Evangelical or a Baptist or any other right-wing Christian Nut Job."
Nobody holds a hand up trying to calm himself and get back on track.
"Apologies, I lost forest for the trees there a bit. What I'm trying to say is I'm getting off topic. I could sit here and say something about JULES KING claiming Detroit as her hometown, and going off on a tangent. Saying you don't get to do that. You don't get to move to a city, live there for a week, and claim it as your own. See to me you're just a visitor, your a tourist. You are what the Hawaiians would call a haole. You're ruining my city with your stupidity and your ignorance and I would appreciate if you would pack your bags and move back to whatever backwater area you come from. I guess that's people would like to hear isn't it. As for the other I know who Nate Pierce is. I'm not going to hold anything against you. One time I aXw Champion, one-time GWA International Champion, I've seen that title myself. I'm sure you noticed that I associate with myself one time with someone who also held that title one time, so I can respect you, i don't have to like you, but I can still respect you. Because right now, my issue is not with KING, it's not with Pierce, it's with the higher-ups. It's with those who sign my paychecks. It's a those who signed my contract. You did one thing, the one thing that I have begged people to never do it to me. You forgot me, forgot who I was. You forgot what the hell it is that I do. Do you heartbreaking it is every day sitting at home waiting on a phone call, text message, fax, carrier pigeon, smoke signal ,semaphore Flags, Telegraph, snail mail, a fuckin' Christmas card to let me know. That hey you've got a match coming up prepare for it. For almost two months, I have sat at home waiting, and it seems you want to use me has a way of welcoming the new faces Well you know what, that's fine. If you want to use me as a welcoming committee. I'll do it but be warned from this day forward all new hires go through hell. I don't care how much experience they bring into the ring. They enter eager to please, and leave on a gurney. And that suit's me perfectly."