Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 30, 2022 20:10:05 GMT
Joe Nobody sits on the hood of his car. Behind him is an abandoned house, its windows boarded up, with the words “GAS DEAD FRED” spray-painted on a piece of plywood that stands where the door once did.
“When I signed my contract with Infinite Pro Wrestling. It was under the condition that they would grant me the opportunity to help mentor and teach the next generation."
Nobody smiles slightly, followed by a light chuckle.
"I mean, after all, after 13 years in this business. You would think that people would be willing to listen to me. The youth of the roster, the youngbloods, would want a small snippet of wisdom that can come from years of hard work."
Nobody clenches his right fist while contorting his face in anguish.
"My first match here, right? I mentioned a young bright starlet, and I wasn’t wrong to say that. I can see becoming one of the best ever do this. And I can see the same thing in you, Leo Reza. You have all the talent in the world to become one of the greats. A master of aerial combat, which the likes of I've only heard about.”
Nobody says while standing up and point to the sky, only bring his hands down and start wringing them together, making his finger turn white from the pressure.
“And, a myriad of unique submissions, that would make a normal man give u.p like a baby back bitch. But here's where I differentiate myself from everyone else. Think about this, the man, correction... the boy, who has the ability to turn any normal person into a pretzel versus the man who doesn't give up. A man who doesn't quit. The man who doesn't say I give. See, I can look at that as a weakness for you, but honestly, your move set and repertoire don't really give much room for mistake on my part.”
Nobody smiles an almost evil smile that almost seems to be able to change the weather as the clouds grow overcast.
“But who you are as a person now that, that I can attack? So welcome to Lesson 1 to not just you, but everyone else. I want you to listen to me. For so long I've heard so many wrestlers tell me, I do this for the fans or I do this for the money or I do this for the recognition or I do this for blah blah blah. Why not do it for yourself? Why not be greedy, and do something because you simply want to? And that brings me back to you, Mr. Reza. You have this whole mindset, that you have to gain your parents’ approval for your lifestyle choice.”
Nobody chuckles to himself.
“Reza… You're a wrestler, not a drug dealer. You don't need mommy and daddy's approval. You don't need my approval. You don't need the approval of anybody else on the roster either, nor do you need the approval of our boss, Jason Long, to be a wrestler. If that's what you want in life, then go for it. There's nothing wrong with pursuing your dreams, but there is something wrong with waiting so patiently for mommy and daddy to say. ‘It's okay, son. We don't really like your lifestyle choices but we supported it’. Yeah, they’ll support it all right. They’ll support your dream as long as you're making bank, as long as you use that money to take care of them when they're older.”
Nobody just stares off vacantly.
“You probably saying to yourself, not my parents, they love me. Oh, yeah…”
Nobody sighs slightly.
“I know it's a harsh reality that most people don't want to believe, but the truth is some parents didn't have children to have children. But to have nothing more than an indentured servant to take care of them when they're too old and decrepit to wipe their own ass. This is why I don't like you. Because you… you…. you want to be the poster child of the Prodigal Son. The one that left and came back and everything was okay, and mommy and daddy welcomes you home with a loving arms, and say we're proud of you.”
Nobody’s facial expression changes to one of seething hatred.
“I would have killed for that when I was your age. But you want to know what I got instead. Do you? I got you're wasting your time.. You'll never make any money. You'll never make anything out of yourself. Why don't you go get a real job? I got a father who, during one of his many, and I’m not exaggerating, when I say his many drunken stupors would berate and beat me. Because I wasn't bringing him any money for drugs and alcohol. At least your parents care. Mine don't, my father, the worthless bastard he is… correction, was. It's nothing more than a brick a fireplace mantel, and that's where that bastard should stay. My mother, my dear sweet innocent…”
Nobody gags at the words he just said.
“Mother, on the other, constantly doting on the wonderful world that is her grandchildren from my sister, but I….”
Nobody pulls out his phone, showing the camera a picture of his own daughter.
“I have to call her, yearly, to reminder her to tell my daughter, happy birthday. My daughter, who mind you, loves her grandmother to death. I have to reminder her to tell this little girl happy birthday, while she will do nothing more than brag about my sister’s worthless crotch goblins, ad nauseum. So it might be smart to listen to me, Mr. Reza, this is a very simple lesson. Until you learn to do it for yourself, you will never be successful, and you will never beat me. You will never be me. So shut up and be quiet, for class starts soon. My lessons are painful.”
“When I signed my contract with Infinite Pro Wrestling. It was under the condition that they would grant me the opportunity to help mentor and teach the next generation."
Nobody smiles slightly, followed by a light chuckle.
"I mean, after all, after 13 years in this business. You would think that people would be willing to listen to me. The youth of the roster, the youngbloods, would want a small snippet of wisdom that can come from years of hard work."
Nobody clenches his right fist while contorting his face in anguish.
"My first match here, right? I mentioned a young bright starlet, and I wasn’t wrong to say that. I can see becoming one of the best ever do this. And I can see the same thing in you, Leo Reza. You have all the talent in the world to become one of the greats. A master of aerial combat, which the likes of I've only heard about.”
Nobody says while standing up and point to the sky, only bring his hands down and start wringing them together, making his finger turn white from the pressure.
“And, a myriad of unique submissions, that would make a normal man give u.p like a baby back bitch. But here's where I differentiate myself from everyone else. Think about this, the man, correction... the boy, who has the ability to turn any normal person into a pretzel versus the man who doesn't give up. A man who doesn't quit. The man who doesn't say I give. See, I can look at that as a weakness for you, but honestly, your move set and repertoire don't really give much room for mistake on my part.”
Nobody smiles an almost evil smile that almost seems to be able to change the weather as the clouds grow overcast.
“But who you are as a person now that, that I can attack? So welcome to Lesson 1 to not just you, but everyone else. I want you to listen to me. For so long I've heard so many wrestlers tell me, I do this for the fans or I do this for the money or I do this for the recognition or I do this for blah blah blah. Why not do it for yourself? Why not be greedy, and do something because you simply want to? And that brings me back to you, Mr. Reza. You have this whole mindset, that you have to gain your parents’ approval for your lifestyle choice.”
Nobody chuckles to himself.
“Reza… You're a wrestler, not a drug dealer. You don't need mommy and daddy's approval. You don't need my approval. You don't need the approval of anybody else on the roster either, nor do you need the approval of our boss, Jason Long, to be a wrestler. If that's what you want in life, then go for it. There's nothing wrong with pursuing your dreams, but there is something wrong with waiting so patiently for mommy and daddy to say. ‘It's okay, son. We don't really like your lifestyle choices but we supported it’. Yeah, they’ll support it all right. They’ll support your dream as long as you're making bank, as long as you use that money to take care of them when they're older.”
Nobody just stares off vacantly.
“You probably saying to yourself, not my parents, they love me. Oh, yeah…”
Nobody sighs slightly.
“I know it's a harsh reality that most people don't want to believe, but the truth is some parents didn't have children to have children. But to have nothing more than an indentured servant to take care of them when they're too old and decrepit to wipe their own ass. This is why I don't like you. Because you… you…. you want to be the poster child of the Prodigal Son. The one that left and came back and everything was okay, and mommy and daddy welcomes you home with a loving arms, and say we're proud of you.”
Nobody’s facial expression changes to one of seething hatred.
“I would have killed for that when I was your age. But you want to know what I got instead. Do you? I got you're wasting your time.. You'll never make any money. You'll never make anything out of yourself. Why don't you go get a real job? I got a father who, during one of his many, and I’m not exaggerating, when I say his many drunken stupors would berate and beat me. Because I wasn't bringing him any money for drugs and alcohol. At least your parents care. Mine don't, my father, the worthless bastard he is… correction, was. It's nothing more than a brick a fireplace mantel, and that's where that bastard should stay. My mother, my dear sweet innocent…”
Nobody gags at the words he just said.
“Mother, on the other, constantly doting on the wonderful world that is her grandchildren from my sister, but I….”
Nobody pulls out his phone, showing the camera a picture of his own daughter.
“I have to call her, yearly, to reminder her to tell my daughter, happy birthday. My daughter, who mind you, loves her grandmother to death. I have to reminder her to tell this little girl happy birthday, while she will do nothing more than brag about my sister’s worthless crotch goblins, ad nauseum. So it might be smart to listen to me, Mr. Reza, this is a very simple lesson. Until you learn to do it for yourself, you will never be successful, and you will never beat me. You will never be me. So shut up and be quiet, for class starts soon. My lessons are painful.”