A Souls-Like Experience (Cheez JHW RP)
May 17, 2024 15:21:14 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, edwarddubin0604, and 2 more like this
Post by The Dunne Deal on May 17, 2024 15:21:14 GMT -5
"In today’s day and age, it’s so easy, so simple to take the things we are given for granted. In this world of consumerism, we wake up to the ability to change things so easily. Wreck your car? Buy a new one. Milk’s gone bad in the fridge? Buy a fresh gallon. Hate your job? Quit and apply for a new one. Which is why I found it funny when my elders would tell me, 'Richie, there are no second chances in life.' That’s wrong. There are second chances; they’re called mistakes. Whether you choose to listen and learn from them, well, that is entirely up to you.
Now, I will say there are no second chances at life—you only have one of those—so why live life with regrets? And it’s ironic I say that, since I’ve spent the majority of my life, my career, questioning every little thing. Do people like me? What am I doing wrong? Do I really belong here? Should I just give up? And it would be so easy, so simple to let these questions, these voices of doubt control my every thought, my every move.
But, I have to constantly tell myself, if you give up now, they win. If you walk away, the naysaying monsters who say you aren’t good enough, they win, and you’re giving it to them. You’re not fighting back. You are letting them walk all over you as you lay there like a rug. And why, oh praise the higher power, why would I ever let them win?
Doubt in oneself is gonna happen. Heck, I’m a walking version of The Offspring’s 'Self-Esteem.' Never once have I truly believed in myself. Sure, I’ve had those around me hoist me up, lift up my spirits, but I’ve never been one to be able to do that myself. I never had the guts to stand up to bullies, to follow my dreams. I’ve just played by the rule of 'if it happens, it happens.' I mean, look at me. Does anyone think I belong here? On second thought, don’t answer, because I know the answer and it’s no. I don’t, and neither does anyone else.
And I’m not gonna go on a whole rant about how the fact that any of us are born is a miracle. I mean here, in this eclectic mishmash of personas and egos, do any of us really belong here? Someone once asked me to explain my passion badly, asked what I did outside of the ring. I do nothing. I lock myself in a room, and record my crazy self playing video games, while talking to myself in hopes that someone, anyone, will find it and watch it. Now, no one sane would ever do that, much less think they could make money on it, but here we are. It’s a common thing nowadays, but 10-15 years ago? Pipe dream.
Just like how Esmur and the rest of the world believe it’s a pipe dream that I could possibly walk away from Vegas as Junior Heavyweight Champion. Now, I wouldn’t hedge my bets on the underdog just yet. And yes, I said underdog. I know where I sit on the totem pole of challengers. Hell, the Lord Dominicus… correction, 'The Real' Lord Dominicus—stupid copyright lawyers—gave me my first shot at that same title, and I squandered it. I was so overconfident, so full of myself, I let the opportunity slip away from me. But that was then.
Look, I don’t know if I can beat Esmur, but damn it if I’m not gonna try."
"You see, when I first started this journey, I was just a kid with a dream and a controller in my hand. But reality has a funny way of kicking you in the teeth. The real world isn’t like a video game. There are no cheat codes, no extra lives, no save points. You can't just hit reset when things go wrong.
In wrestling, just like in life, there are no do-overs. When you’re in that ring, it’s all or nothing. Every move, every decision, it’s all on you. And that’s a terrifying thought for someone who’s always doubted themselves. I’ve been knocked down more times than I can count. I’ve been told I’m not good enough, that I don’t have what it takes. And for the longest time, I believed them.
But something changed. Maybe it was the realization that my life had become a series of missed opportunities and what-ifs. Maybe it was the support from the fans who saw something in me that I couldn’t see in myself. Or maybe it was just the stubborn gamer in me refusing to give up. Whatever it was, I decided that I wasn’t going to let my fears and doubts define me.
I remember this one game, Dark Souls. A game notorious for its difficulty, for its relentless enemies, and for its unforgiving nature. It’s a game that tests your patience, your skills, and your will to continue. You die, you learn, you adapt, and you overcome. That’s what wrestling has become for me. It’s my Dark Souls. Every match is a new challenge, every opponent a new boss to conquer.
My first match against Lord Dominicus was my tutorial level. I was brimming with confidence, thinking I had what it took to beat him. But reality check—he knocked me down and humbled me. I walked away from that match with a bruised ego and a broken spirit. But I didn’t give up. I went back, reviewed my mistakes, and trained harder. Every loss became a lesson, every setback a stepping stone.
And now, I stand on the precipice of another chance, another opportunity to prove myself. Esmur is a formidable opponent, no doubt about it. He’s got the skills, the experience, and the accolades. But I’ve got something he doesn’t—an unwavering belief in the power of the underdog. I’ve been at the bottom, I’ve faced my demons, and I’ve come out stronger.
In the ring, it’s not just about physical strength. It’s about mental fortitude, about resilience, about heart. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned from all those hours in front of a screen, it’s that heart can make all the difference. You can have the best stats, the strongest moves, but if you don’t have heart, you’ve got nothing.
My journey in wrestling is just like a long campaign in an RPG. There are highs and lows, victories and defeats. But every experience, every battle, shapes you into who you are. I’m not just fighting for a title; I’m fighting for every kid who’s ever been told they’re not good enough.
I want to be the hero I always wanted to see. The one who never quits, who faces every challenge head-on, and who rises every time they fall. And if that means taking on Esmur and giving it everything I’ve got, then so be it. I’m ready to level up, to face the final boss, and to claim my victory.
As I step into the ring in Vegas, know that I’m not just fighting for myself. I’m fighting for every underdog, every dreamer, and every believer. This is more than just a match—it’s a statement. A statement that no matter how many times you fall, you can always get back up. That no matter how many times you doubt yourself, you can always find the strength to push forward.
Esmur, I respect you. You’ve earned your place at the top. But come Vegas, I’m bringing everything I’ve got. I’m bringing my heart, my determination, and my unyielding spirit. And I’m not just coming to compete—I’m coming to win.
So to everyone out there, remember this. Life is like a video game. It’s tough, it’s challenging, and it’s full of obstacles. But it’s also full of opportunities, of second chances, and of moments that can define you. Don’t let fear and doubt control your story. Be the hero of your own game. Fight for your dreams, believe in yourself, and never, ever give up.
Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned from my journey, it’s that the power to change your destiny is in your hands. And come Vegas, I’m going to change mine. I’m going to prove that the underdog can rise, that the dreamer can achieve, and that Cheez is here to stay
Now, I will say there are no second chances at life—you only have one of those—so why live life with regrets? And it’s ironic I say that, since I’ve spent the majority of my life, my career, questioning every little thing. Do people like me? What am I doing wrong? Do I really belong here? Should I just give up? And it would be so easy, so simple to let these questions, these voices of doubt control my every thought, my every move.
But, I have to constantly tell myself, if you give up now, they win. If you walk away, the naysaying monsters who say you aren’t good enough, they win, and you’re giving it to them. You’re not fighting back. You are letting them walk all over you as you lay there like a rug. And why, oh praise the higher power, why would I ever let them win?
Doubt in oneself is gonna happen. Heck, I’m a walking version of The Offspring’s 'Self-Esteem.' Never once have I truly believed in myself. Sure, I’ve had those around me hoist me up, lift up my spirits, but I’ve never been one to be able to do that myself. I never had the guts to stand up to bullies, to follow my dreams. I’ve just played by the rule of 'if it happens, it happens.' I mean, look at me. Does anyone think I belong here? On second thought, don’t answer, because I know the answer and it’s no. I don’t, and neither does anyone else.
And I’m not gonna go on a whole rant about how the fact that any of us are born is a miracle. I mean here, in this eclectic mishmash of personas and egos, do any of us really belong here? Someone once asked me to explain my passion badly, asked what I did outside of the ring. I do nothing. I lock myself in a room, and record my crazy self playing video games, while talking to myself in hopes that someone, anyone, will find it and watch it. Now, no one sane would ever do that, much less think they could make money on it, but here we are. It’s a common thing nowadays, but 10-15 years ago? Pipe dream.
Just like how Esmur and the rest of the world believe it’s a pipe dream that I could possibly walk away from Vegas as Junior Heavyweight Champion. Now, I wouldn’t hedge my bets on the underdog just yet. And yes, I said underdog. I know where I sit on the totem pole of challengers. Hell, the Lord Dominicus… correction, 'The Real' Lord Dominicus—stupid copyright lawyers—gave me my first shot at that same title, and I squandered it. I was so overconfident, so full of myself, I let the opportunity slip away from me. But that was then.
Look, I don’t know if I can beat Esmur, but damn it if I’m not gonna try."
"You see, when I first started this journey, I was just a kid with a dream and a controller in my hand. But reality has a funny way of kicking you in the teeth. The real world isn’t like a video game. There are no cheat codes, no extra lives, no save points. You can't just hit reset when things go wrong.
In wrestling, just like in life, there are no do-overs. When you’re in that ring, it’s all or nothing. Every move, every decision, it’s all on you. And that’s a terrifying thought for someone who’s always doubted themselves. I’ve been knocked down more times than I can count. I’ve been told I’m not good enough, that I don’t have what it takes. And for the longest time, I believed them.
But something changed. Maybe it was the realization that my life had become a series of missed opportunities and what-ifs. Maybe it was the support from the fans who saw something in me that I couldn’t see in myself. Or maybe it was just the stubborn gamer in me refusing to give up. Whatever it was, I decided that I wasn’t going to let my fears and doubts define me.
I remember this one game, Dark Souls. A game notorious for its difficulty, for its relentless enemies, and for its unforgiving nature. It’s a game that tests your patience, your skills, and your will to continue. You die, you learn, you adapt, and you overcome. That’s what wrestling has become for me. It’s my Dark Souls. Every match is a new challenge, every opponent a new boss to conquer.
My first match against Lord Dominicus was my tutorial level. I was brimming with confidence, thinking I had what it took to beat him. But reality check—he knocked me down and humbled me. I walked away from that match with a bruised ego and a broken spirit. But I didn’t give up. I went back, reviewed my mistakes, and trained harder. Every loss became a lesson, every setback a stepping stone.
And now, I stand on the precipice of another chance, another opportunity to prove myself. Esmur is a formidable opponent, no doubt about it. He’s got the skills, the experience, and the accolades. But I’ve got something he doesn’t—an unwavering belief in the power of the underdog. I’ve been at the bottom, I’ve faced my demons, and I’ve come out stronger.
In the ring, it’s not just about physical strength. It’s about mental fortitude, about resilience, about heart. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned from all those hours in front of a screen, it’s that heart can make all the difference. You can have the best stats, the strongest moves, but if you don’t have heart, you’ve got nothing.
My journey in wrestling is just like a long campaign in an RPG. There are highs and lows, victories and defeats. But every experience, every battle, shapes you into who you are. I’m not just fighting for a title; I’m fighting for every kid who’s ever been told they’re not good enough.
I want to be the hero I always wanted to see. The one who never quits, who faces every challenge head-on, and who rises every time they fall. And if that means taking on Esmur and giving it everything I’ve got, then so be it. I’m ready to level up, to face the final boss, and to claim my victory.
As I step into the ring in Vegas, know that I’m not just fighting for myself. I’m fighting for every underdog, every dreamer, and every believer. This is more than just a match—it’s a statement. A statement that no matter how many times you fall, you can always get back up. That no matter how many times you doubt yourself, you can always find the strength to push forward.
Esmur, I respect you. You’ve earned your place at the top. But come Vegas, I’m bringing everything I’ve got. I’m bringing my heart, my determination, and my unyielding spirit. And I’m not just coming to compete—I’m coming to win.
So to everyone out there, remember this. Life is like a video game. It’s tough, it’s challenging, and it’s full of obstacles. But it’s also full of opportunities, of second chances, and of moments that can define you. Don’t let fear and doubt control your story. Be the hero of your own game. Fight for your dreams, believe in yourself, and never, ever give up.
Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned from my journey, it’s that the power to change your destiny is in your hands. And come Vegas, I’m going to change mine. I’m going to prove that the underdog can rise, that the dreamer can achieve, and that Cheez is here to stay
