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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2021 1:01:31 GMT
There's a funny thing that life teaches us through time, that with hard work and perseverance, with determination and skill, and with just that little bit of luck and planning along the way... we, regular human beings in the grand scheme of things, can accomplish almost anything we set ourselves out to do. From the man who thought to one day fly, to the woman who believed in a more equal bridge between the genders of our species, and all the other revolutionaries before them and since them.
It took thoughts and dreams of regular people being brought into reality and worked on with great dedication to bring about some of history's greatest inventions, greatest charities, and kindest acts between the people of this world. Likewise, it took those same thoughts and dreams of regular people going through all the same processes to bring about our greatest nightmares, our greatest hardships, and our sharpest pitfalls. Shame and glory both come hand-in-hand with the dreams of men and women, and ultimately it takes that same great dedication and desire to birth both good and evil into this world.
Yet perhaps some of the greatest wonders to us all are the stories of the people who dared to make their dreams a reality. From their humble beginnings to their uphill climb against the odds, to the triumphant success at the end of their journey, the story of a dreamer who made those dreams a reality is perhaps one of the greatest loved stories in all of human history. It inspires hope in us, it inspires us to chase our own dreams and, in the end, it drives us forward in this life with our heads held high.
Ronnie McNeil is one of the greatest dreamers I have ever known. He is strong in his faith, incredibly strong... and his determination in the face of adversity is something that I've drawn inspiration from on a constant basis. The love I feel for that man is more intense than anything I could ever describe, and even when I'd thought he'd done everything he ever could for me... he managed to do something greater than ever before: he helped me bring an incredible, beautiful child into this world...
...he helped me create our baby boy.
These days, I can't go out on the road with him as often as I used to. I'm at home more now, taking care of Cedric and doing everything I can to be the best mother for my little boy possible, and Ronnie has done nothing but excel for us in the process. He'd spent so long planning things out, so long preparing for these days... and now, all that planning and all his dreaming is beginning to come to life before our very eyes. I've never seen him so alive before, not even at his greatest height in his career was he as excited about life as he is today. When I'd once thought Ronnie had always been living his prime for all these years, I'm now realizing that I was wrong... and I'm simply amazed by that fact.
For as great a legacy as Ronnie already left behind before... he still has so much left to do in SEE, and he's showing that every time he goes out into the ring. He doesn't fight out of a grudge against someone in the company, nor does he fight because he's addicted to the thrills being out there give him. He does it for his family, for his friends... Ronnie goes out there to finish his story and to ensure that anything that might hold us back from our future is taken care of before it has the chance to rear its head.
I've watched him change his style; make himself safer in the ring while fighting with a greater intensity than ever before. When people have told him to just throw in the towel, he pushes forward that little extra bit. When he's called an attention seeking glory hound, he laughs it off and then goes out to show his humbleness despite all the skill he holds within him. He doesn't humiliate his opponents; he respects each and every one of them, from new friends to old enemies. In the days of the past, it wasn't always like that... he couldn't always just let go of an insult brought against him, he felt compelled to strike that viewpoint down and prove himself a better man than that.
But now? Now... I think he realizes he's done everything he can to prove that, and all that's left is to live the way he knows he should. To finish his story in the SEE-- hell, to finish his story in wrestling overall. And he's doing just that now; he's doing something that makes me so very proud of him that... words just can't describe it, really. To see him walk back into the lion's den of SEE, to see him win SEE gold again... that was one of many signs that show just how much things have changed since the old days now gone.
Ronnie's let go of the grudges of the past, he's not concerned with the politics and he's not concerned with who's said what or the general locker-room talk. He clarifies when needed, but... he's just there now for the fans and for his story, and for the federation he loves so dearly. He's there now to cement his family's future, he's there now to strengthen ties with old friends and to help the new blood of the SEE advance into the bright future he knows is in store for them.
These days, he doesn't appear on SEE television half as much as he'd used to. When it comes time for him to do a show, he makes it to the arena on time and prepares himself for the match, but ultimately he just goes out there to wrestle and entertain the fans before leaving once again, going off to represent the SEE to the best of his ability. The SEE puts so much trust in his ability to sell the brand... it's phenomenal to see them rest so much on his shoulders.
Constant meet and greets with the fans, autograph signings and promotional events, Ronnie's been doing it all and has kept his stride strong throughout. It's funny; actually... he's enjoying it so much he's even started up a little travel-log, a journal of his days that he keeps as a memento for himself in the future.
He told me once after coming home from a long day of promotions that he loves this new journal of his, that for him it meant being able to read back on what he considers to be the greatest days of his life yet. For him, he has the perfect job, the perfect family, the perfect son... and, somehow, he even believes he has the perfect wife. To know that he thinks so highly of me, just as I think so highly of him... it's incredible for the both of us, and every day we spend together is just another great day in the both of our lives.
Recently, he's been sharing these journal entries with me, keeping me as up-to-date with his days as possible. Even when he's exhausted from the day, he still fights to get home and spend time with us, still fights to share these stories of his with me... and really, that's just who he is. That's the person he's always been, and that's the person I know that he'll always be. He really is a storyteller... it's not just some thrown-together gimmick, the man weaves words together like a professional author, from short story to a simple retelling of the day's events. Ronnie really, truly does love his stories... and above all else, he loves sharing them with the world.
But you all already knew that... didn't you?
Ugh, what a crazy day this was. It was great, just incredibly busy. Woke up at 6 this morning to Cedric crying in his cradle... not the worst alarm clock in the world admittedly, but still a chaotic way to start the day. Toya woke up too, after we changed him we figured he was hungry so she went ahead and fed him while I started getting myself together for the day. Left at around... 8 or so, I just remember Ced grabbing at my nose when I was saying goodbye to him and Toya. Definitely the highlight of my morning.
After that I drove for about half an hour to the terminal, caught a train to Tokyo and got in around noon from there. Met up with Ms. Baines for a meeting with the board-- decent lady, she is... gonna have to make the time sometime to hang out with her, see where her mind is for this business. From what I've seen, she's got potential to be a great executive one day. Should be fun watching.
Meeting was about an hour long, just discussing the state of tag wrestling in SEE and how it would be handled for the time being. Discussing our common bonds, my upcoming match with Justin Justice and her thoughts on wrestling as a whole in 2021 & this pandemic. Got a better understanding of her perspective of things.
Theresa was level-headed throughout the whole thing, handled herself professionally... all around, it was an average meeting that went better then it probably should have. Still, the tension in the room was a bit much on the board's side, you'd think after everything I'd done with them for the company they'd trust me, but I figure their trust in the creative and middle management is a bit strained thanks to the past. Can't say I blame them.
Caught lunch with James around 2... he was in town to see the PPV and figured he'd shoot the shit with me at a nearby restaurant. I got myself a steak, baked potato and some shrimp skewers... hell of a lunch, more like a dinner really. Still, I was hungry, didn't actually think to grab myself breakfast when I'd left earlier in the morning and I was a bit nervous to try the airline's lunch myself, so I figured I'd wait. Waiting was a good choice.
Cesar's growing up incredibly fast; James was showing my pictures towards the end of the meal. A few years ago, I'd never have imagined James to be the guy leaning across the table from me, playing the proud father role and showing me pictures of his kid... but you know...I can't really put to words how glad I am for him. The guy deserves this new life more than anyone I know, and he really is making the best of it.
Of course, being James, he couldn't help but ruin his fatherly moment by making a homosexual joke about me and our waiter. Should have known better by now, really.
He had to head off at 3:30... was surprising that we were there for an hour and a half, considering it didn't seem like it took very long to find a seat in the place. Guess time just flies like that sometimes. I had time to kill... there was a brief meet & greet with fans going on at 6PM and then I'd have to catch my 8PM train back to my hotel, so I figured I'd find the nearest mall and do some browsing, see if I couldn't find Toya something.
Got to the mall around 4. Discovered the mall's Victoria's Secret at 4:30. Looks like I found something for Toya after-all, fantastic.
The rest of my visit to the mall was rather uneventful. Had plenty of fans stopping me along the way, took some pictures, shook hands, signed autographs... it was honestly nice, nothing too out-of-hand. Saw some kid working at a Spencers-type store nearly drop a box of hair dye when he saw me walking by, so I figured I'd go over and help him out. Wound up signing his shirt before leaving. I got out of the mall around 5:30 and managed to make it to the meet & greet with five minutes to spare before it started.
The whole thing went great, we had a number of other SEE wrestlers there with me, and all of us had a blast with the fans. Just all around a great time really, though I think one female fan got a little too friendly with Cletus the Bum I don't think the poor guy's used to that kind-of attention from people; he's just sort-of... there, most of the time. Still, quality act that guy is, for all the shit he puts up with around the SEE he still knows how to have fun and he's got quite the cult following. There were a lot of Goth-type kids that for God knows what reason hung around wearing cowboy hats in support of him.
Anyway, when the whole thing wrapped up I took my rental back to the airport and wound up waiting about half an hour before boarding my plane. The ride was uneventful; though I do love window seats... it's beautiful, riding into a city lit up with lights at night. Got home around 10 from the terminal, Toya was up and half-asleep while cradling Ced when I got back. It was adorable, I went ahead and took the little fella so she could get some rest and I wound up rocking him to sleep.
Going to sleep here shortly myself, actually... just figured I'd wrap this up before I do. Like I said, it's been a crazy day, but it's been a great one all the same. Though I do figure from now on I'll just do my updates in short bursts rather than put them all at the end of the day in one huge block of text. Probably will take less time of me, really.
January 12th, 2021
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So yeah, I rocked Ced to sleep earlier.
Rather, as asleep as he can be, that is. He wound up waking me up four hours later to feed him. Didn't want to bother Toya, she deserved her rest, so I went ahead and got him a bottle of formula. He was lights out not too long after I burped him.
I'll be lights out probably in the next minute or so, myself.
January 12th, 2021
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Woke up at 4PM. God, I love days off. Don't know why Toya didn't wake me up sooner though, she's been juggling enjoying this rare (for her these days) trip with me and taking care of Ced all day without me, I'd have been glad to help her. She told me she didn't want me to stress after just getting home last night and immediately taking care of him for her, so she didn't bother getting me up. She really didn't have to do that, but I guess I can't complain. Showed her what I got for her yesterday, which made her blush like crazy. Tonight should be fun, not like I have to go anywhere tomorrow, and Ced usually passes out for a few hours at around 7 before he gets hungry again.
I cleaned up in the kitchen for Toya; it was the least I could do for her letting me sleep in. Figure I'll watch a movie with her before we put Ced to bed later, and then we can see how her new apparel from the mall fits after.
January 12th, 2021
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Ced woke up earlier than expected. Not one of the best of times for Toya and I, but I guess that's just what being a parent is all about. Didn't really get into anything intense before this, unfortunately, so... hey, what can you do?
We took care of Ced; turns out he was woken up by the wind outside. It's been a windy day today, actually... the breeze was nice but now it's a bit ridiculous. Wish Mother Nature would screw off so we can actually enjoy our night tonight and Ced can get some sleep. Gonna try again with our plans, hopefully this time it will go uninterrupted.
January 12th, 2021
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Fuck you, Mother Nature. Fuck. You.
January 13th, 2021
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Got ready to catch my train later today for Tokyo. I need to check in with the board before the PPV, see if I'm needed for anything. Toya and I managed to sneak some time together earlier when Ced was napping, which was nice at least. We absolutely adore the little guy; we just wish there were times we could actually spend together without interruption. Still, that's a bit greedy of us... he needs us around more then he'd need a sitter around, that's the whole reason we decided against getting one. We don't want to be reliant on this money of ours for things we can take care of ourselves, after all.
As for the PPV, I'll be defending my Intercontinental Title against Krimson Blaze. Gonna be a hell of a match, from what Ive seen hes gotten better since we last shared a wrestling ring, so he's going to get aggressive with me out there. Gonna have to be on the lookout so I don't take too much damage during the match. That being said, I won't be holding back, either... so I hope he's up for the challenge, because I'm going to make it an uphill climb. After all, it's not like a couple of kicks to the face have stopped me before, he'll need everything he can find in his arsenal to keep me down.
This is going to be a lot of fun.
Well, this is it. Just got out of the short meeting with the board, looks like I won't be needed for anything else but the match, so it's about time I start preparing for that. I've got my tapes prepared, got my equipment all set up in my locker-room... all that's left is to train and prepare.
One of the hardest things about a match and preparing for it is the unpredictability of how things will go down. Justin is playing this as he has a serious grudge against me ...not sure why, but still
never hurts to prepare for the unexpected, so I'll be on the lookout for any tells of his in the ring for when he comes at me with a weapon, be it his fist or a 2x4 or what have you.
I'm not sure what his real motivation is going to be coming into this match, either. Is it really that he wants revenge, or does he want something more? Does he really want this title, or did it just so happen that he wanted to face me and I needed to defend it at the pay-per-view? Eh, so many unanswered questions going into this thing... I'm not exactly used to that, but I suppose I'll have to make due with what I have. No matter, though, my fate in this new run with the SEE is already sealed, and I know exactly the direction I'm headed in. I don't expect to lose tonight, that's not my chief concern, what is my concern how I'll make it out of there with my bones still in-tact.
Way I figure it is, so long as I've breath in me to spare, Justin won't be able to keep me down for the three seconds he'll have to have to win. I just have to stay focused and work with my environment, do what I can to use his momentum and his anger against him.
Such a shame though, really... it's just going to be me and Justin tonight for the title. I'd thought that even though Justin has the shot, that someone else would have stepped up and wanted a piece of me. I guess everyone else was too busy or something...or they just didn't want to bother with the Atrocity title. Doesn't matter too much to me though, to be honest... if anyone DID ignore me and this title just because they perceive they have no chance of beating me, then they won't know what hit them by the time they’re thrown in my path. Fact is, I could actually do that at any moment, I'm just biding my time.
After all, why do I need to rush? The World Title scene isn't anything new to me, I don't need to be there right now... what I need to be doing is trying to spark some life back into this division, which has been lacking because everyone has no confidence that they can take this from me. Fact is if we don't have activity going on in these other areas, the "highest prize" will turn into the only prize. I just wish more people would actually be able to realize that.
Anyway, enough writing... gotta get to reviewing the tapes. Should be a hell of a night.
Oh, and if Justin happens to somehow read this thing (God knows why he would, fucker better not be stalking me... you reading this, Justin?! I hope you're not, but if you are, cut it out!), then I guess all I've really got to say is the same thing that's been said before, and the same thing that always seems ever so relevant to the outcome of these matches: Justin? Not even the Messiah can save you now.
See you Monday, kid.
Provided you read this anyway.
Otherwise that was a bit pointless.
... erm, yeah.
Hm? You're still here? Hey, you read the man, there's not much left to say. If you'll excuse me, my little boy's crying and probably needs to be fed again, so I'll be off to do that now.
Oh, and Justin, Ronnie and I were planning a special day tomorrow so I swear to God if you injure him in your match, I will end you.
Enjoy the match! Try not to kill yourselves out there, but do your best! I mean, obviously Ronnie will, but... gah! What am I doing?! My son's crying, I gotta get in there!
Good luck and all that jazz! Remember Justin, any injuries and I'll find out where you live! Toodles!
Fatalism. Determinism. Predestination. Call it what you will, it's still the same thing. Everything in life is inevitable. There is no free will, everything we do it means nothing because in the end, whichever choice you make; it all is going to progress to the same unchanging and unyielding finale. Actions are free, but nevertheless work toward an ineluctable conclusion. Forget everything you've heard. Forget about not giving in, acceptance is the only appropriate option you can take, rather than waste a lifetime resisting an inescapable consequence. I've said this many times throughout the years and I have been ignored, disregarded as a man who didn't know what he was talking about. But what about now? Am I still that same man that's warnings went neglected? No, from now on, never will me message be slighted. In my career I have fulfilled all that which I have set out to accomplish. And when my words have crossed over into fruition, I have left well over one hundred men much maligned in the center of the ring. But why feel for them? They don't deserve pity nor should they receive it. I've answered my call and I've done as promised.
But in an odd turn of events, my career has stonewalled. For years I have gone along as being one of the best mat technicians, but never received my fair due. I can dare say no one in this world can throw a suplex quite like me, I can say no one can apply a submission hold quite like me. No one in this world can wrestle quite like Ronnie McNeil. But alas, wrestling has transformed over the years. No longer are your skills as a mat technician relevant in this new world order. No longer will submissions, counters, technique, or true wrestling get you to the top. In this new era of sports-entertainment it matters not about ability, not even in a Hardcore environment. Wrestling is no longer the great equalizer where the best the world has to offer can settle the score between the three cables known as ring ropes. It has become a league of suck ups. A world where it matters more about how shit stained your lips are, rather than pure ability. I've witnessed it all too many times. I would go on a tear through organization after organization, never losing and following my journey as the Genocide of the current wrestling world. I would never lose a match, but I would never be given any opportunities. I was never granted championship matches and I was more overlooked than the cast of 'Six Feet Under.' I would systematically make my way through your anti-heroes, ending their own personal reigns, of tear of the community, one by one. Yet I would achieve nothing and move slower and slower up the ladder while men whose mouths reeked of ass soared to heights I could even dream of achieving. But did it matter? Did it really bother me that World Championships were being held by Perennial All-Pro Jobbers while I was watching from the sideline? No. I never needed gold titles to establish myself in wrestling. Hell, I was a martyr. I was Death's Angel; I was the Unholy Trinity.... But about now? Do I care now? Do I want to be a World Champion now?
I wonder at times, was returning to wrestling the right thing for me? Did I make a mistake? There was a time that I breathed the business and I had more passion to wrestle than any man alive, but are those times now gone? When I first won a World Championship it was the year 2002 and I felt untouchable, but truth be told I was as green as Mr. Man on weed. I didn't appreciate it for what it was. I never realized how few and far between those Championships would come. Especially, when I won my second World Title only a month after I lost it. It sure didn't help matters when I won my third only two weeks later. And my fourth that same week. So there I was, a four-time World Champion only three months into my career, with three more to come and go in the same year, and one to follow that a year later. And I spoke of my titles and glory for the ages, using it as a tool to inflict my message upon those that dared not listen. I believed that all of the championships I held in the past were all I needed to prove that I was the greatest the world had ever seen, an twelve-time World Champion in all, but I was wrong. People these days, dare not care of gold I held six years ago. All that oppresses the wrestlers of this day and age is what a man can do now, not what he's done in the past. Although, in a sense newcomers are hypocrites as well. A year after their last title run, they'll still drink that kool aid and speak on their glories past. To say they are any different than me in that regard is clearly apocryphal. I finally came to the startling conclusion, I must once again rise to the highest honor, etch my name in stone, and soar to the heavens as a World Heavyweight Champion. So I came to SEE, and did just that.
Five years ago I was an active member on the roster of Ultimate Professional Wrestling. I was skyrocketing in terms of both popularity, and success. In the span of two matches I defeated every single man who had ever held their World Championship. I was ripping through the competition as a pro-founding member of the now deceased 'Trinity.' I spoke of war, of tyranny, of being a martyr. I spoke of a wrestling revolution and I spoke of becoming the next UPW World Champion. The opportunity was there, staring me blankly in the face and I in turn gazed back at it, fixedly, intently, and decisively. All I had to do was beat a retired old vampire in a Hell in a Cell Barbed-Wire Ladder Match to earn my opportunity to face the World Champion a month later. It was no big deal, nothing major, just another cage match. Yet only a week before said match was to occur, Ronnie McNeil vanished from the UPW without a trace. I left behind my feuds, my successes, my tag team partner, and my golden opportunity.
So the question is asked, where is Ronnie McNeil? Did he die? Did he retire? Is he in a place not of death, but of infinite and immortal suffering? Did he replace Prometheus, bound to a rock for an eternity while an eagle eats away at his liver, only to see it grow back that night and endure the same torture the following day? Did the particle accelerator actually live up to scientists fears, creating a black hole and sucking Ronnie McNeil away into obscurity? Did he get abducted by aliens, studied by the men of Mars and asked if he liked their illustrious pyramids in Egypt? Wait, what if, could he have possibly found the lost city of Atlantis? Or no, wait, maybe Ronnie McNeil simply ran away, a coward now living in a log cabin with a beard from here to there? Is it possible that all or none of these are true? These questions pose a most serious and lengthy explanation, but today, I can safely say that none of them are authentic, accurate, or dependable. Simply because, my friends, your hero Ronnie McNeil is not dead, nor retired, he's not being tortured, nor bound to a rock, not sucked into obscurity, nor living on Mars like Jason O'Mara, he hasn't found Atlantis and it is guilelessly implausible to believe he ran away, absolutely outlandish even. Forget your theories, because in fact, I, Ronnie McNeil, have done nothing more than come to SEE and dominate it like noone else ever has.
This poses another discussion, why on Earth did I leave a story of success and an unholy war between good and evil for an upstart company that most thought would be a failure until it exploded onto the scene? It's no secret, certainly not a mystery that I have fought a long time for a chance at another championship. It has been an unjust struggle, ludicrous even, to get these types of opportunities in the past few years. Wrestling companies seem not to reward talent anymore, especially in the UPW where people like Hoodoo and Kill em Ken can hold gold while the real players like myself are booked in meaningless matches just trying to show the front office what we can do. But do they ever look? No, they hold their heads high with their nose right over us as their servants, their friends, and their ass-kissing suck-ups roam free doing everything they want to without recourse. I had seen enough of the rampant favoritism in my days and I grew tired of it, but I had no out, until one day Derek Damage made my phone ring. And when I answered that phone, set up a meeting, and spoke to Andy, I knew that the SEE would not be a joke like most wrestling federations. I knew that the SEE would reward competitors like myself, the ones who don't need to cover their lips with another man's shit just to get ahead, the ones who don't need to hire a seven foot bodyguard to do their dirty work for them, the ones who don't need anyone's help to rise to the top. The ones who make themselves legends, and now, the best of the bunch is about to take his place at the head of the table....
Jennifer Enigma had a plan. Pit a true established wrestler, like myself, that doesn't need any short-cuts against a man who would throw himself through a brick wall, a glass table, or anything else for a win. So it was signed, Ronnie McNeil vs. Justin Justice for the World Championship in the biggest PPW in SEE history. The ultimate test of good versus evil, truth versus fable, ability versus derelict. And now finally, the world can see which path is of true success. The world will see that the road less traveled by, will be all the difference.
Two polar opposites colliding in the ring, settling every score ever written and leaving nothing as they spar to become the SEE Atrocity World Heavyweight Champion. On one side, we have myself, the living legend, the technical masterpiece who can bring it in so many ways he leaves his opponents with their heads spinning. I, Ronnie McNeil... there's so much more to my game than just technique. I can use one of hundreds of my submissions; I can suplex a man seventy different ways. I can hit several suplexes in a row. I can do a Sambo Suplex, keep the hold and do a German, keep it cinched in and do a Tiger Suplex, keep it locked in and finish him with a Northern Lights. There's nothing I can't do when it comes to my home style. But there's still plenty I can do outside of my comfort zone. I can brawl with the best of them, I can wield dangerous objects, and I can deliver the power of Rocky Marciano and the speed and agility of Muhammad Ali. I can bring it every year like the Crimson Tide and stay perfect longer than the 2007 New England fucking Patriots. I can kick harder than Roberto fucking Carlos and put more spin on it than David freaking Beckham. And when I find myself on the top rope I can jump higher, further, and faster than Michael Goddamn Jordan. There's nothing I can't do inside of that ring, and that's what makes me the favorite in this match, because my opponent can't do any of this. My opponent cannot contain himself, he cannot fend for himself, and his abilities are limited and questionable at best. His respect is absent and his class is vacuous. And these are just a few of the reasons that I can't slip. I can't falter in this quest to become the World Champion... because if I do, the world has another choke Champion, and that's something I am "disinclined to acquiesce," to rip off one of my favorite movies...
I'm fighting for more than just myself. I'm fighting for marks, for businessmen, for psychiatrists, for the average wrestling fan, and for world order. And yes, I am also fighting for myself, to once put the word champion next to the name of Ronnie McNeil. I have every tool necessary to complete such a task. To win in wrestling you need only nine things. Nothing more, nothing less. If you have those nine you shall never falter. I've lived by my code. I've wrestled by it, and I've never lost by it. And by following it again, I shall not lose.
Ambition... Defined as the earnest desire for some type of achievement or distinction, as power, honor, fame, or wealth, and the willingness to strive for its attainment. My ambition, Justin, is to elevate my name over the level of each of yours and to put myself at the pinnacle of my championship odyssey. Not for fame, nor wealth, nor power, but to once again bring honor to the name Ronnie McNeil. Too long it's been that I've walked around without gold hanging from my waist. For six months it seemed like something I would never again realize, never again feel, but now I stand on the cusp of a championship reign to call my own, and it is my absolute ambition to seize it. Step by step, I will achieve.
Motivation... Defined as the psychological feature that arouses an organism to action toward a desired goal; the reason for the action; and that which gives purpose and direction to behavior. I've always been motivated to succeed inside the ring, but when it comes to a time like this I find myself a little extra motivated. Not that I need such a thing, going up against a man that possesses not even one of the nine codes of victory. As I've already stated, my goal is to walk out of the coliseum in Richmond one step closer to becoming a legend, and as champion. It is the reason for my action and it is that which gives me purpose. Step by step, I shall not fail.
Dedication... Defined as the act of binding yourself intellectually or emotionally to a course of action. No man is more dedicated to victory than I. I am in the gym every single day dedicating myself to my cause. My cause to wrestle and wrestle to win. I've broken a lot of bones, torn quite a few muscles, and taken more hits to the head than I care to remember, but I've kept going. I've been criticized by few and by many, but I've never given up. I have binded myself to my career and to my desire to win. Moment by moment, I shall prevail.
Sacrifice... Defined as the surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the sake of something considered as having a higher or more pressing claim. I sacrificed more than I probably should have. Whether it be my body or my mind, I had no trouble parting with it. I've sacrificed friends, family, and relationships as well. I sacrificed a lot of the Trinity, even my own mentor at times, to keep my drive going. So many girlfriends have come and gone. I never had an issue with sacrificing them. The only sacrifice I regret is my brother, not Josh Baker, but my real brother. But in turn, sacrificing my relationship with him has helped get me to where I am today. Piece by piece, I shall never die.
Optimism... Defined as a disposition or tendency to look on the more favorable side of events or conditions and to expect the most favorable outcome. I'm not exactly being optimistic here; I'm actually being realistic because I know without a shadow of a doubt I am going to defeat Justin. I've looked at all the scenarios and I just can't help but be a little favorable to my side and expect a victorious outcome. Ring by ring, I shall not waiver.
Education... Defined as the act or process of imparting or acquiring particular knowledge or skills, as for a profession. I've studied wrestling my whole life. I've studied the basic single match before and now I'm doing it again. Don't for one second think you can trick me. I have seen all and done all. I know all. There is nothing new that I am ever going to see in this business. Nothing new you can throw at me. I've mastered the art of wrestling to its fullest extent and I expect whole heartedly to use that to my advantage. Without knowledge no order can ever exist. And don't think I'm like these other people who rot their mind away on drugs. I've never touched them and I'm never going to. Wave by wave, I shall never surrender.
Perseverance... Defined as the act to hold firmly and steadfastly to a purpose, state, or undertaking despite obstacles, warnings, or setbacks. Setbacks? I've had quite a few. Not any that I feel the need to share with you again. I've said it once; I've said it plenty and enough. We all know what I've had to go through to get here. I persevered through everything that God himself has thrown before me and I stand here today as the Preeminent being in all of sports entertainment and poised to take my next step into a new era of Excellence by embarking one step further on my journey to legend and championship. Level by level, I shall never lose.
Courage... Defined as the quality of mind or spirit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, pain, etc., without fear. Easily the biggest quality of all necessary for a match of this eminence. You need courage. I've wrestled in 28 various and dangerous gimmick matches. Yeah, I've won my fair share, but what did I really accomplish in them? Well, I’ll tell you. I’m a man who wrestled in a Suspended Steel Chamber held 50 feet over the ring; I'm a man who threw another man off of it. I am a man who threw another man off a building and paralyzed him for life in an Anywhere Falls Match. I am a man who speared another man through the wall of a Glass Box match and sent him into retirement because of substantial internal bleeding. I'm a man who has never, ever, lost a tag team match, a ladder match, a cage match, a hardcore match, a table match, or a damned Glass Box Match, and when it comes to these kinds of matches, I’ve done more damage to a human mind than a lobotomy. I guess you could say I'm a man that isn't afraid. Why? Because I’ve got courage. And tread by tread, Justin cannot beat me.
Respect... defined as an esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person, a personal quality or ability, or something considered as a manifestation of a personal quality or ability. Now, most people would be telling me right now, "Ronnie, you can't respect a man such as Justin Justice." And honestly, they would be right; you can't respect such a low form of competition. But Justin has succeeded in the past and I am sure when you put his bodyguard on the outside this match may pose a small threat. And that, I can respect. I can respect a man who has more balls than the rest of the roster, and I can respect the arrogance and lack of order, lack of fear that Justin will surely display. But his ability? No, that can never be an aspect of which I can respect.
There you have it, the nine objectives necessary to compete at the highest level of sports entertainment, all of which I possess, but none of which either Justin nor anyone else in SEE can boast about themselves. I have no clue what a Shrouded Syringe match is, but this will be memorable nonetheless. Because when I defeat Justin, SEE will have no choice but to bestow upon me the SEE World Championship. I already know that everyone involved wants Justin to win, and would stop at nothing to see it happen, all efforts will be in vain once I show Justin his undeniable Imperfections. When that is done, and the bell has rung, the very threat of Justin as a champion... will be history. Perfection has a name Justin, and its name is Ronnie McNeil, because all things being equal, I'm greater...and there's nothing you can do about it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2021 6:03:20 GMT
The camera cuts in as we see Justin Justice wearing a nice suit and tie, sitting on the couch of his hotel room, eagerly watching footage of Ronnie McNeil, studying him. Justin leans forward to pick up a glass of red wine that was sitting on the table in front of him. Slowly bringing it to his lips as he takes a sip. Justin puts the glass back onto the table as his trademark smirk comes over his face.
You know ever since I attacked our champion Ronnie McNeil a few shows ago I've been bombarded with questions, from the fans, from the media outlets, from other wrestlers, hell even from this crappy management on why I did what I did, throughout all of it, the answer has never wavered: Destiny.
Justin's smirk slightly grows as he stares intently into the camera.
You see ever since I came into this world I've had to fight for everything, my family, my career, my friends, hell even my own damn life. And then as I started to get into the business, my trainer from day one, a Hall of Famer in his own right said he saw great things in my future. He said he was almost envious because the career I'd have would put him to shame: he was right.
Justin leans forward again to take yet another sip of wine, this time pausing to swirl it around and stare into it.
After coming out of his training I started going from promotion to promotion making a name for myself, winning championships everywhere I've been, ending careers, winning awards, becoming a member of various Halls of Fame. Then I came to SEE on the urging of Jennifer Enigma, who's path I've crossed in a few different promotions. She offered me a very lucrative deal, one that I just couldn't turn down.
Justin stands up and walks over to the bar, he grabs the bottle of wine and comes back to the couch, sitting down he refills his glass, taking another sip before continuing.
Even all these years later my gameplan never changed, I've still set goals for myself and as I worked my way up the card, taking down anyone who got in my way there was one light at the end of the tunnel. One final goal left to attain. You guessed it, that goal was to pry the Atrocity Championship out of your grasp! So I set out to study you, to learn even more about you. I watched as you turned back challenger after challenger, never truly being tested, never truly being pushed to your limit! So when I saw my chance to let you know I was coming for you, when I saw that chance to put you in my crosshairs...I took it! I let you know by beating your ass! That, was a warning shot. It was to let you know that finally you actually have a worthy challenger, rising up to face you. So I eagerly awaited your reply.
Justin's smirk slowly wipes off his face, but instead of looking mad or even fired up he chuckles to himself.
And yet you fell right into my trap as I knew you would. You attacked me back, however as everyone before you has failed...so to did you! You didn't get the job done! Your failure in taking me out will ultimately be your undoing. Unbeknownst to you, in studying you you've given me your biggest weakness! I know you like to think of yourself as perfection, the perfect wrestler, the perfect technician. The perfect submission artist. And yet there it is. You're reigning atop this company for so long, and as you yourself have said facing competitors who are less than worthy of your time, and attention has left you feeling like you can't be beat! It is that very mindset that will be your undoing because the very first thing we learn when entering any form of combat sports, is there will ALWAYS be someone out there better than you! You might not face them right away, but you can never ever allow that thought of perfection, of being the best in the world, the Universe whatever it may be, to enter into your head! I know you might just think I'm talking out my ass, as you seem to do all too often. But I myself have learned that lesson the hard way. I underestimated someone and while I was still able to eke out the win and keep my championship, but I was proven wrong. There were people better than me! It pushed me to rise up even more, like a Phoenix from the ashes. To become a better, stronger, faster version of myself.
Justin undoes his tie, and a couple buttons on his dress shirt before leaning forwards again to have yet another sip of his wine.
You see Ronnie, you're not dealing with the average wrestler anymore. My Emperor name isn't just for show. I've been born and bred for combat, over the years I've seen regimes, dynasties crumble, and be reborn anew in their wake. This will be no different. You need to understand Ronnie that whenever I set my sights on something, I never miss. Make no mistake Ronnie, it won't be pretty by any means, it also won't be easy. But the only way you stand a chance of victory is to step away from your failure of a mentality. To realize that for once, I stand before you not as someone who's beneath you, but as your equal. You see Ronnie, your technical prowess, your in ring skills will only get you so far in a match like this. For once you are out of your element...and into mine! It's time you step into MY turf! I hope you realize that the only way to win in this match is to inject your opponent with the syringe, and then load them into an ambulance to be taken away to the hospital.
Justin's former chuckling starts getting a little louder, as well as slightly more unhinged.
You see Ronnie, this match will only come to an end when one of us is in no condition to continue! You can train all you want for me, and it won't be enough! As we've seen over the past few months, I have no problem putting people into the hospital. Look at Cletus, who because of me is now missing a few fingers, look to another legend like you...a legend I KILLED!! Charlie Fiegel. Once someone to be held in such high regard, hasn't been seen OR HEARD FROM since I absolutely demolished him and left him in a bloody heap in that ring! Oh! Before I forget I have just one more thing to say, just hold on a minute.
Justin's smirk slowly creeps back onto his face as he stands up and walks into the bedroom to grab something. He comes back out with a bodybag that he then drapes over the table, the camera pans down to look at the bag, as we can see written on it are two words: Ronnie McNeil. Justin takes a sip of his wine and sits back down.
Now that this is out here. I want you to look at it Ronnie, fear it, use that fear to push yourself to another level...and most importantly get over yourself, because if you can't do that then there is no way you can beat me! Now in closing allow me to address your beautiful wife who had some threats to throw my way, which admittedly wasn't very smart on her part. You realize that I'm not scared of you right? And make no mistake. I fully intend to brutalize your sorry excuse for a husband to the point where he's unrecognizable to even you!
Justin's laughter gets more and more sadistic and unhinged to the point we can see the camera slowly start to back away. Noticing this Justin only starts laughing harder.
Now while I'd like nothing more than to handle you on my own as well, lucky for you I was raised to never lay my hands on a woman. However that doesn't mean you're safe from getting what's coming to you...does it now babe?
Soft noises can be heard coming from the bedroom as the camera pans over to see what they are, as we see CM Stephi come out of the bedroom in nothing but a slightly opened robe. She seductively walks into the room and walks over to stand behind Justin's spot leaning down and wrapping her arms around him.
That's right! Whichever bimbo my Mistah J needs me to give a dose of Extreme Punishment to, well I'm just happy to oblige. Soon enough we'll eradicate two giant pieces of cancer from not only SEE, but the world as a whole!
Justin looks up at CM Stephi, as his smirk grows once again. He then intently looks back into the camera with a fire in his eyes that's so rarely seen.
Make no mistake Ronnie, the both of us are in for the fight of our lives. For your sake I hope you take me seriously, because like every other war I've fought over the years. If you don't...you'll regret it! Prepare for war! Soon enough the Devil, the God of Destruction will come to collect MY championship from your cold dead body!
Justin shoves the camera away before CM Stephi pulls out a baseball bat and hits the camera with it as we fade to black.
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