GENESIS.

[C]

“Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor.”

I have been imposed with a cruel fate.

A death I haven’t foreseen myself having.

It was once improbable for me. Having stepped into this cold sport once a warm soul, I hoped that with my touch, I could lead it to a better place. It was all I wanted. I came with nothing but naivety clouding my judgment and an ego that shielded me from the dangers that were hiding in plain sight all around me. Many have warned me, but I did not heed them. Many said that I would be just like the others, but I ignored them. I was certain that I knew better; I felt as if I was better than them. I wasn't going to compromise my morals and what I believed to be right. With the success that I had almost immediately upon my arrival, I felt as if I was vindicated. I've defeated those who people swore would've eaten me alive. I was on the cusp of becoming a world champion before my original home closed its doors. I brought back the slightest bit of hope into a hopeless world when I came to Infinite Pro Wrestling and defeated JUDITH to become the new Next Level Champion. I thought that I did everything right.

But it wasn't enough.

With each rise, a fall follows suit, and for months, the world saw my descent. It watched me get beaten down, mocked, belittled, and ridiculed by many wrestlers who proved themselves to be better than me. Be it here in this promotion or elsewhere, everything that I worked hard to build up came crumbling down. My dreams, my aspirations, my hopes were all but broken and worn down. Just as quickly as I ascended into being a purveyor of change, I became a laughing stock. The criticisms became louder. The doubt became more palpable. And try as I might, I couldn't find a way to fix things. I endured months of pain and torment, and for once, I questioned whether or not it was all worth it. My star no longer shined amongst the canvas of others who sought to illuminate themselves. A year has passed since I came into this sport, and nothing has changed. I failed in every way possible. I never thought it would come down to this. In letting those words out, I am left with a raw, bitter taste in my mouth. Things were supposed to be different, but they aren't. This place and this sport continue to tetter towards a self-indulgent self-destruction as the greed, ego, and desperation of many grow unchecked. As I stood by the sidelines, the only thing that I could do was watch, unable to do anything meaningful. As I continued to watch, I grew frustrated. Frustration bled into anger. And that anger brought me to a realization that I had wanted to stay away from the longest: I could no longer spare any expenses in my pursuit of purification. If I am to fight, then I must fight fire with fire, blood for blood, and waste little time trying to find what little good is left. I can't afford to sit around and try to pretend as if I can be the better or bigger person. In that regard, I suppose my own hubris failed me. My arrogance fooled me into thinking I was above this mess, above everyone else. And after playing a hand in, be it intentionally or not, in letting my movement stagnant, I must salvage everything.

The only way that I can do that is by letting go of everything that has held me back.

I cannot continue to restrain myself.

The morality of my actions cannot continue to prohibit me from doing what is necessary for not just my goals but for myself to thrive. So, as it stands now, I won't continue to hold myself back. I won't grant anyone here in IPW any mercy. After everything that I've had to go through, I'm sick and tired of being complacent and trudging forth aimlessly, hoping and wishing that things will get better. I will restore the order here, even if it comes through my blood-covered hands.

I'm not fucking around with any of you any longer.

It's about time I actually get things done here and stop leaving things to chance. I've had many opportunities not just here but elsewhere to facilitate some worthwhile change, yet all I have to my name is a dead title from a dead promotion. So, I'm going to do what finally needs to be done. Even if it means I have to put down other people on the way to the top, then so be it. So long as I become a champion here, I don't care. If anything, going down this route will perhaps be far more fitting for me. Being able to best everyone in this promotion by essentially mirroring them, almost like a personified form of karma will serve me and my purpose far more effectively than just trying to be the good guy. Perhaps then I can make these people wake up. Perhaps then, when I am able to stoop down to their level and beat them at it, they'll realize just how far gone they truly are. There are many within Infinite Pro that are more than overdue for this. Alastor Touchdown, Cross Recoba, and others exemplify everything that is wrong with not just this place but this sport, and it's already bad enough that one of them is an actual champion here. We already see with our eyes how much Alastor continues to make a mess of the Openweight Championship, and I for one am not in the camp of trying to see Cross turn this whole place into an entire fucking circus should he walk out of Discovery with the World Championship. They're just two egotistical parasites that drain the life out of this place, and there's no doubt about it that someone is gonna have to nip them in the bud before things get out of hand.

But even if they walk out empty-handed, be it Nate beating Alastor or MYOJIN garnering another successful defense, my goal will still remain the same. Openweight, World, it doesn't matter. Both titles present me with an opportunity to ensure that others of a similar ilk won't continue to carry on with their bullshit unanswered. Anyone who hopes to even reach that sort of stature will need to have earned it and not try to find any easy ways to take in trying to find their road to glory. And this time, I'm not going to allow anyone else to step ahead of me. A lot of people already had fun elevating their names off of my back. At this rate, failure will not be an option.

But, I know better than to assume I am the only one here to feel that way.

I'm sure the other wrestlers in this match have their own motivations for wanting to become champions. Roxie Gearheart, Jimi Coulson, and Bea Havertz all want to etch their way into Infinite Pro immortality, and this match can grant all but one of them their deepest wishes. Someone is going to have to sit back and watch as three others chip away at their dwindling hopes. One person of us is going to have to be the one that has to walk out of that arena with nothing of note lying in wait for them to seize. And if I was the old me, I'd sympathize with them. I'd wish them well, expect a good fight, and be content with just simply trying to show my potential against them. However, at this rate, I don't care for that anymore. All I care about is making sure I don't continue to be saddled with the same frustrating, disappointing results and waste my time going around in circles. Bea can play pretend and think that she can be taken seriously as a wrestler, but she'll never change just how superficial and disingenuous she looks. Jimi can hype himself up about wanting to come back being a new man, but his desire for change does not supersede my own. His rebirth is not above my own. His ambitions are not greater or more worthwhile than mine. Roxie can get excited about the prospect of proving her worth, but being excited won't take her far. It hasn't even taken her far enough in her career here.

They aren't special. They're not above me. They are not above this movement.

And I'm not going to let the three of them get a free ticket to championship glory at my expense.

I'm done being last. I'm done being dealt with inconvenience after inconvenience. I'm not going to sit on my ass and watch others get ahead of me anymore. I am going to be one of the three competitors that gets a fall in this match, and then, I will change this place for the better.

By any and all means necessary.