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May 21, 2017 1:27:22 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001), and 3 more like this
Post by nudedragon24 on May 21, 2017 1:27:22 GMT -5
It really has been a long time, Mongo.
The man blows smoke from his mouth, followed by a quick inhale/exhale. He brings a small glass of whiskey to his mouth and takes a sip. This time our mystery man is in a black button up dress shirt, with a black tie. Again, though, we only see him below the bridge of hose and his chest.
I don't get a lot of emails these days. I've had a few that asked for my return to the ring from other companies, but I could never do it. Not because of my respect for the XHF, but because I was just burned out. I was running on fumes near the end, I had accomplished almost everything I could've wished for. I was absent from the ring for so long, and it might just be the concussions talking, but I never thought about the matches I've had and people I've fought. I never forgot the men along side with, they made a lasting impression on me, but if you asked me which title reign was my favorite, I'd have to look at a notebook just to remember which titles I even held. I know that's all part of the business though; the slipped discs, the torn joints, the CTE, it's all part of it..
The man lets out a light sigh and rubs his beard in his left hand, firmly holding his whiskey in the right.
But a few months ago, I was sitting at a bar in French Polynesia and there it was: The Announcement. A "call to arms" if you will, asking for everyone to return, but more surprising, the news that Mongo the Destroyer was still alive. I couldn't believe it. I nearly dropped my drink right there. I put the phone down and I had just stared into the void for several minutes, processing everything. I needed to collect my thoughts, this was a chapter in my life that I thought I was done with, and a son of a bitch.. A dead son of a bitch.. Wanted to open that book right back up. I grabbed a bottle of their cheapest whiskey, sat on the beach, and laid there looking at the stars. I started remembering again, I started remembering the Hell I put my mind and body through, for a paycheck and for the fame.
I had to use the internet and youtube to piece together quite a bit, but I remember..
The man reaches over to his left, grabs a bottle of Wild Turkey, uncorks, and refills his glass. He takes a shot from the bottle directly before putting it back on the counter. He then puts the glass of whiskey back comfortably into his hand.
You know, through all that Hell though, I had the time of my life. I grew up in the XHF, I rightfully became a man. I learned to bust my ass and I learned that I could accomplish anything. It took time and dedication but I fought to the top of the mountain and I had proven everyone wrong, time and time again. I had to look them up to remember, but there were a lot of great moments in the XHF. I had a lot of moments myself I was proud to be a part of. But..
Everything ends eventually, and while the XHF had it's moment in time, it too had to come to a conclusion. And now, Mongo.. Is trying to revive it.
How dare you?
How fucking dare you?
I don't know whether to feel more insulted that Mongo's still alive, or that he's trying to bring the XHF back from the dead. Either way it's a slap in the face and a reminder of how selfish people can be in this world. This mockery of the XHF, not even a glimpse of it's former self, and absolute joke of something that once had meaning, that was once glorious, is an absolute insult.. It's a slap to the face of every person that ever busted their ass for that company. Every person that ever tore up that ring. Every person that.. died on our watch..
It's a God damn insult.
And Mongo..
He reaches over to his right, picks up and places something heavy wrapped in a dark purple cloth in front of him. His head hangs a little, trying to find the words..
Mongo.. I'll be making sure you will never insult us again.
The man blows smoke from his mouth, followed by a quick inhale/exhale. He brings a small glass of whiskey to his mouth and takes a sip. This time our mystery man is in a black button up dress shirt, with a black tie. Again, though, we only see him below the bridge of hose and his chest.
I don't get a lot of emails these days. I've had a few that asked for my return to the ring from other companies, but I could never do it. Not because of my respect for the XHF, but because I was just burned out. I was running on fumes near the end, I had accomplished almost everything I could've wished for. I was absent from the ring for so long, and it might just be the concussions talking, but I never thought about the matches I've had and people I've fought. I never forgot the men along side with, they made a lasting impression on me, but if you asked me which title reign was my favorite, I'd have to look at a notebook just to remember which titles I even held. I know that's all part of the business though; the slipped discs, the torn joints, the CTE, it's all part of it..
The man lets out a light sigh and rubs his beard in his left hand, firmly holding his whiskey in the right.
But a few months ago, I was sitting at a bar in French Polynesia and there it was: The Announcement. A "call to arms" if you will, asking for everyone to return, but more surprising, the news that Mongo the Destroyer was still alive. I couldn't believe it. I nearly dropped my drink right there. I put the phone down and I had just stared into the void for several minutes, processing everything. I needed to collect my thoughts, this was a chapter in my life that I thought I was done with, and a son of a bitch.. A dead son of a bitch.. Wanted to open that book right back up. I grabbed a bottle of their cheapest whiskey, sat on the beach, and laid there looking at the stars. I started remembering again, I started remembering the Hell I put my mind and body through, for a paycheck and for the fame.
I had to use the internet and youtube to piece together quite a bit, but I remember..
The man reaches over to his left, grabs a bottle of Wild Turkey, uncorks, and refills his glass. He takes a shot from the bottle directly before putting it back on the counter. He then puts the glass of whiskey back comfortably into his hand.
You know, through all that Hell though, I had the time of my life. I grew up in the XHF, I rightfully became a man. I learned to bust my ass and I learned that I could accomplish anything. It took time and dedication but I fought to the top of the mountain and I had proven everyone wrong, time and time again. I had to look them up to remember, but there were a lot of great moments in the XHF. I had a lot of moments myself I was proud to be a part of. But..
Everything ends eventually, and while the XHF had it's moment in time, it too had to come to a conclusion. And now, Mongo.. Is trying to revive it.
How dare you?
How fucking dare you?
I don't know whether to feel more insulted that Mongo's still alive, or that he's trying to bring the XHF back from the dead. Either way it's a slap in the face and a reminder of how selfish people can be in this world. This mockery of the XHF, not even a glimpse of it's former self, and absolute joke of something that once had meaning, that was once glorious, is an absolute insult.. It's a slap to the face of every person that ever busted their ass for that company. Every person that ever tore up that ring. Every person that.. died on our watch..
It's a God damn insult.
And Mongo..
He reaches over to his right, picks up and places something heavy wrapped in a dark purple cloth in front of him. His head hangs a little, trying to find the words..
Mongo.. I'll be making sure you will never insult us again.