Post by The Dunne Deal on Aug 29, 2021 14:52:35 GMT -5
A white Ford, sits in a parking lot of a small playground, near a decent size body of water. Joe Nobody sits on its hood and looks over the water to the piece of land on the other side.
"Well, there it is. Another opportunity to prove I still have. And to think, I had to go all the way to the beginning to perhaps get the respect, not the respect I deserve, but the respect I've earned. The respect I've gained through years of being a decent, not perfect, but decent human being. I'm not perfect, I don't claim to be."
Nobody hops the hood, and walks over to a swing set, and sits down. He doesn't swing. He just sits there deep in thought.
"I'm not perfect. Despite my moniker, "The Prince of Perfection", I'm not I make mistakes, and I've done and said things, that normally I wouldn't say. But that's the nature of this business. We at times forgot to blur the line between you we see in the ring and the man who's playing the character. Take this for example. Few people out there will ever say they hate the character of Batman, but you could say you hate an actor who portrayed the character. Heck, you might not even hate the actor but thought their portrayal of the character was a bit off. But again, I'm human, you're human. We are all human. But the fact that I can own up to my mistakes makes me a far better person, than those who stand on their soapboxes and spout filth, and lies, and hogwash out of the mouths."
Nobody hops of the swing and heads to a railing right on the water's edge.
"I've recently begun to realize, how blessed I am. I have a loving wife, a beautiful daughter, and, yes, Lord Dominicus, Fish is doing just fine. Look here I'll show you."
Nobody pulls out his phone and shows a picture of a Corgi splooting on a hardwood floor.
"I've got to travel the world, and entertain people the world over. I've been cheer, I've been booed."
Nobody takes off his hat and looks at it.
"I've given away more of these stupid fedoras than I can count. And I know some people think the fedora thing is stupid, and it probably is, but you know what. It's my thing, It's become my symbol so to speak. This stupid hat has become so synonymous with my character. That I could just put one on a pedestal in the middle of the ring and automatically people know who to expect."
Nobody points to land across the water. A city skyline is a sort of visible, but faint.
"Over there is Windsor, Ontario, Canada. That was the first place I ever had a match in my career. A career that has taken me all over, and yet I find myself, at a crossroads. Do I hang them up after 14 years, spend more to with my family. Or do I go through the city that gave me my start, and explore the great white north, in a quest to revitalize my career, and passion for this sport. I've thought about this long and hard. And I've chosen the latter. NPW, your not the first place I've worked at to call themselves "professional" but to claim that title and actually be that title are completely different concepts. I don't want to be a champion, I don't need belts, and awards and titles to justify my claim as one of the top performers in this business. I let my actions both in and out of the ring, speak for me. It's why I call myself The Guideline of Wrestling the physical embodiment of the Glass Ceiling. I am the Status Quo with whom all should try to be better than. I am the stupid wood cut out of Goofy at Disney Parks telling you, you are too short for this ride. NPW. I'm coming for everything, and I will be everything you love and hate. And there's not a thing you can do to stop me. I plan to blow the roof off the Scotiabank Arena. I will give Halifax an explosion they haven't felt since 1917. I mean after all, when you chose to go up against perfection, what chance do you have?"
"Well, there it is. Another opportunity to prove I still have. And to think, I had to go all the way to the beginning to perhaps get the respect, not the respect I deserve, but the respect I've earned. The respect I've gained through years of being a decent, not perfect, but decent human being. I'm not perfect, I don't claim to be."
Nobody hops the hood, and walks over to a swing set, and sits down. He doesn't swing. He just sits there deep in thought.
"I'm not perfect. Despite my moniker, "The Prince of Perfection", I'm not I make mistakes, and I've done and said things, that normally I wouldn't say. But that's the nature of this business. We at times forgot to blur the line between you we see in the ring and the man who's playing the character. Take this for example. Few people out there will ever say they hate the character of Batman, but you could say you hate an actor who portrayed the character. Heck, you might not even hate the actor but thought their portrayal of the character was a bit off. But again, I'm human, you're human. We are all human. But the fact that I can own up to my mistakes makes me a far better person, than those who stand on their soapboxes and spout filth, and lies, and hogwash out of the mouths."
Nobody hops of the swing and heads to a railing right on the water's edge.
"I've recently begun to realize, how blessed I am. I have a loving wife, a beautiful daughter, and, yes, Lord Dominicus, Fish is doing just fine. Look here I'll show you."
Nobody pulls out his phone and shows a picture of a Corgi splooting on a hardwood floor.
"I've got to travel the world, and entertain people the world over. I've been cheer, I've been booed."
Nobody takes off his hat and looks at it.
"I've given away more of these stupid fedoras than I can count. And I know some people think the fedora thing is stupid, and it probably is, but you know what. It's my thing, It's become my symbol so to speak. This stupid hat has become so synonymous with my character. That I could just put one on a pedestal in the middle of the ring and automatically people know who to expect."
Nobody points to land across the water. A city skyline is a sort of visible, but faint.
"Over there is Windsor, Ontario, Canada. That was the first place I ever had a match in my career. A career that has taken me all over, and yet I find myself, at a crossroads. Do I hang them up after 14 years, spend more to with my family. Or do I go through the city that gave me my start, and explore the great white north, in a quest to revitalize my career, and passion for this sport. I've thought about this long and hard. And I've chosen the latter. NPW, your not the first place I've worked at to call themselves "professional" but to claim that title and actually be that title are completely different concepts. I don't want to be a champion, I don't need belts, and awards and titles to justify my claim as one of the top performers in this business. I let my actions both in and out of the ring, speak for me. It's why I call myself The Guideline of Wrestling the physical embodiment of the Glass Ceiling. I am the Status Quo with whom all should try to be better than. I am the stupid wood cut out of Goofy at Disney Parks telling you, you are too short for this ride. NPW. I'm coming for everything, and I will be everything you love and hate. And there's not a thing you can do to stop me. I plan to blow the roof off the Scotiabank Arena. I will give Halifax an explosion they haven't felt since 1917. I mean after all, when you chose to go up against perfection, what chance do you have?"
