Post by Dionysus on Nov 14, 2021 13:48:41 GMT -5
Ah, the retired life. Must be nice to consider, isn't it Mr. Bull?
Here, lets set the mood just right, shall we?
I remember your first day here like it was yesterday...which for all I know could've been yesterday. Head injury, remember? Not a lot of people do, after all. I remember when Spencer Adams walked out from backstage, declared himself the UCI Champion, and issued an open challenge for that belt. Now, the way I remember it was that I had started to head toward the gorilla position, but you got there quicker. A guy I had never met before, who had the weight of experience on his side, marched confidently down to the ring, delivered an exclamation point of a statement to all of Action Wrestling, and walked out with that UCI title. In that one moment, you told the world "Action Wrestling is mine to take." And look at how far you've come now. You've held the UCI title, the Hardcore title, the...uhh...hold on...hmm...well I guess that's about all you managed here, huh?
I mean sure, that might sound like a shot at your legacy here; a few reigns early on in your time here, but otherwise hanging around the midcard as a fixture, potentially being called up when they needed a bigger, intimidating looking guy to be part of the mix. You know, when Walter wasn't available or something like that. But then people have to remember that this is really more of a final stop on your grand tour. A career that spans two decades, with multiple reigns to your name? What is two more shorter title runs, right?
I'll give credit where credit is due; you did Action Wrestling a favor by running Frank Lowe out of here. Another accolade, of sorts, that we can add to your resume. You always seem to be the guy to go to when there is trouble. And now here you are, standing on the verge of retirement, ready to go be a family man. I have to say, the sentiment is...sweet, isn't it? A bit uncharacteristic of you, but hey, I've always expressed never judging a book by its cover...nor being intimidated by the size of the book.
But see, here's the thing I have with "retirement tours." How many have the likes of Motley Crue had these days? I feel like every year I get ads for "MOTLEY CRUE: THE FINAL TOUR (no for real this time)." And why? Because inevitably, one of the band members has some debts to pay off, so they strike up the band once again and go out gigging at whoever will take them this time. It just drives me nuts; a retirement tour should mean a permanent end, but all it really tells me is that that door will never fully remain closed; it'll still be open a crack to let all the cold air in.
And I have a feeling the same thing will happen to you.
Just picture it, shall we? You're at home, with your loving wife. You just brought your kid back from the park, having a nice day playing on the swings and watching them run around enjoying life. You smile, content with where you are in life. Your kid sees your collection of title belts and asks you how you got them. Suddenly, you have to pause. This is the first time they've ever asked the question to you. They only know you as Papa Bull, with a certified World's Best Dad mug and complimentary stay-at-home crocs. They've never seen you as The Hatebringer. They've never seen your mean streak. They've never seen you brutalize your competition. They've never even seen you win a title. Maybe on tapes, but never in person.
So what will you do? Sit them down on your knee and tell them the stories of the days of old? Naaah, not The Hatebringer; he's got to show his little one just how brutal of a man he is. Picking the occasional fight in the grocery store just won't cut it. So you try on your gear, realize its a size too small for you now that you're domesticated, go to your local 24-hour Fitness, work the weight off, try it on again, realize there's a hole the size of a fist on the left asscheek, get it patched up, lace up those boots, put on a wig to cover the now receeding hairline, and get your ass back in the ring for your spawn. Now bear in mind, I'm not thinking this will happen immediately. Then again, I don't know if your kid will be speaking out the womb. But that itch to compete will come back, and the question will linger; do I scratch that itch, or apply the ointment and ignore it?
As a guy who genuinely cares for the well-being of his fellow competitor, allow me to offer you this bit of advice. If you get that itch...
Stay away.
Keep true to the "retirement" of the "retirement tour."
I know, it might hurt to hear those words, but I also know that I've never been one to coddle anyone, especially someone who willingly goes by the name of "The Hatebringer."
You know as well as I do that the wrestling game will always be a young man's game. Sure, some old-timers might be able to hang around and be fixtures, but their chances at glory continually diminish when younger, hungrier competition comes in to fill the void. New Corey Bulls will inevitably rise up to take your place, just as I expect new Dionysuses will come to take mine when its my time to go.
But lets be honest with each other here; you and I have never met just one-on-one. Its always been in Havocs, or team-up scenarios. And I'd hope you would come to learn that we are very much alike. You don't back down from challenges, I don't back down from challenges. You don't care about belts, I don't care about belts. You leave a trail of bodies in your wake.
...
...
I have luscious locks of red hair.
Okay, so the comparison falls apart near the end there, but the spirit of the message remains the same. The biggest difference between the two of us is where we stand on our path in this industry. You're looking at your way out. I'm looking at my way ahead. It doesn't matter to you if you win or lose here; you'll still reach your goal. To me, a win will help cement my stake in the midcard game for sure, possibly even the main event game if I can manage that much. So you see, to you I'm a stop on your tour. To me, you're an obstacle I must overcome.
...No, not must.
Will.
I will overcome the 17-time top-tier champion.
I will show you, and everyone in Action Wrestling, what I can do to people like you.
I only want one thing from you, Corey. I want you to bring your best. I want the true hatebringer experience. Do what you can to brutalize me. Try to take me out of this business. Break a bone or two if you need to.
Because if you don't...I'll put you in an early retirement. And make sure you don't come back.
No more, no more, no more.
...
No more.
Here, lets set the mood just right, shall we?
I remember your first day here like it was yesterday...which for all I know could've been yesterday. Head injury, remember? Not a lot of people do, after all. I remember when Spencer Adams walked out from backstage, declared himself the UCI Champion, and issued an open challenge for that belt. Now, the way I remember it was that I had started to head toward the gorilla position, but you got there quicker. A guy I had never met before, who had the weight of experience on his side, marched confidently down to the ring, delivered an exclamation point of a statement to all of Action Wrestling, and walked out with that UCI title. In that one moment, you told the world "Action Wrestling is mine to take." And look at how far you've come now. You've held the UCI title, the Hardcore title, the...uhh...hold on...hmm...well I guess that's about all you managed here, huh?
I mean sure, that might sound like a shot at your legacy here; a few reigns early on in your time here, but otherwise hanging around the midcard as a fixture, potentially being called up when they needed a bigger, intimidating looking guy to be part of the mix. You know, when Walter wasn't available or something like that. But then people have to remember that this is really more of a final stop on your grand tour. A career that spans two decades, with multiple reigns to your name? What is two more shorter title runs, right?
I'll give credit where credit is due; you did Action Wrestling a favor by running Frank Lowe out of here. Another accolade, of sorts, that we can add to your resume. You always seem to be the guy to go to when there is trouble. And now here you are, standing on the verge of retirement, ready to go be a family man. I have to say, the sentiment is...sweet, isn't it? A bit uncharacteristic of you, but hey, I've always expressed never judging a book by its cover...nor being intimidated by the size of the book.
But see, here's the thing I have with "retirement tours." How many have the likes of Motley Crue had these days? I feel like every year I get ads for "MOTLEY CRUE: THE FINAL TOUR (no for real this time)." And why? Because inevitably, one of the band members has some debts to pay off, so they strike up the band once again and go out gigging at whoever will take them this time. It just drives me nuts; a retirement tour should mean a permanent end, but all it really tells me is that that door will never fully remain closed; it'll still be open a crack to let all the cold air in.
And I have a feeling the same thing will happen to you.
Just picture it, shall we? You're at home, with your loving wife. You just brought your kid back from the park, having a nice day playing on the swings and watching them run around enjoying life. You smile, content with where you are in life. Your kid sees your collection of title belts and asks you how you got them. Suddenly, you have to pause. This is the first time they've ever asked the question to you. They only know you as Papa Bull, with a certified World's Best Dad mug and complimentary stay-at-home crocs. They've never seen you as The Hatebringer. They've never seen your mean streak. They've never seen you brutalize your competition. They've never even seen you win a title. Maybe on tapes, but never in person.
So what will you do? Sit them down on your knee and tell them the stories of the days of old? Naaah, not The Hatebringer; he's got to show his little one just how brutal of a man he is. Picking the occasional fight in the grocery store just won't cut it. So you try on your gear, realize its a size too small for you now that you're domesticated, go to your local 24-hour Fitness, work the weight off, try it on again, realize there's a hole the size of a fist on the left asscheek, get it patched up, lace up those boots, put on a wig to cover the now receeding hairline, and get your ass back in the ring for your spawn. Now bear in mind, I'm not thinking this will happen immediately. Then again, I don't know if your kid will be speaking out the womb. But that itch to compete will come back, and the question will linger; do I scratch that itch, or apply the ointment and ignore it?
As a guy who genuinely cares for the well-being of his fellow competitor, allow me to offer you this bit of advice. If you get that itch...
Stay away.
Keep true to the "retirement" of the "retirement tour."
I know, it might hurt to hear those words, but I also know that I've never been one to coddle anyone, especially someone who willingly goes by the name of "The Hatebringer."
You know as well as I do that the wrestling game will always be a young man's game. Sure, some old-timers might be able to hang around and be fixtures, but their chances at glory continually diminish when younger, hungrier competition comes in to fill the void. New Corey Bulls will inevitably rise up to take your place, just as I expect new Dionysuses will come to take mine when its my time to go.
But lets be honest with each other here; you and I have never met just one-on-one. Its always been in Havocs, or team-up scenarios. And I'd hope you would come to learn that we are very much alike. You don't back down from challenges, I don't back down from challenges. You don't care about belts, I don't care about belts. You leave a trail of bodies in your wake.
...
...
I have luscious locks of red hair.
Okay, so the comparison falls apart near the end there, but the spirit of the message remains the same. The biggest difference between the two of us is where we stand on our path in this industry. You're looking at your way out. I'm looking at my way ahead. It doesn't matter to you if you win or lose here; you'll still reach your goal. To me, a win will help cement my stake in the midcard game for sure, possibly even the main event game if I can manage that much. So you see, to you I'm a stop on your tour. To me, you're an obstacle I must overcome.
...No, not must.
Will.
I will overcome the 17-time top-tier champion.
I will show you, and everyone in Action Wrestling, what I can do to people like you.
I only want one thing from you, Corey. I want you to bring your best. I want the true hatebringer experience. Do what you can to brutalize me. Try to take me out of this business. Break a bone or two if you need to.
Because if you don't...I'll put you in an early retirement. And make sure you don't come back.
No more, no more, no more.
...
No more.