Rising Fury- Cipher RP
Feb 16, 2024 13:57:30 GMT -5
“The Saint” Johnny Eden, New Brotherhood, and 1 more like this
Post by New Brotherhood on Feb 16, 2024 13:57:30 GMT -5
There exists an insidious force in this world—a force that lurks in the shadows of our minds, whispering its expectations into the very fabric of our being.
Expectations.
A word that carries with it the weight of a thousand judgments, a thousand preconceived notions of who we should be and what we should achieve.
From the moment we draw breath into this world, expectations are thrust upon us like a suffocating blanket, smothering our individuality and suffusing us with the pressure to conform. Society dictates the path we must tread, the milestones we must reach, the boxes we must check to be deemed worthy, successful, fulfilled.
But what of those who defy these expectations? Those who refuse to be bound by the rigid confines of societal norms, who forge their own path through the wilderness of uncertainty?
The Renegades.
The Mavericks.
The Harbingers of chaos in a world obsessed with order!
For too long, I have borne the weight of others' expectations upon my shoulders, shackled by the chains of conformity, stifled by the suffocating embrace of mediocrity. As a young man watching my family struggle with a fledgling wrestling company and barely making ends meet. Breaking rules, and breaking laws simply to be a messenger for people far more powerful than I.
But no more.
I cast aside the expectations of others like a moth shedding its cocoon, emerging from the darkness into the blinding light of my own potential. I will not be constrained by the limitations imposed upon me by society. I will not be confined to the narrow confines of others' expectations. I will carve my own path through the wilderness of uncertainty, charting a course to greatness that is uniquely my own.
Because, in the end it is not the expectations of others that define us, but the expectations we hold for ourselves. And mine are limitless, mine are boundless, and transcendent. I will soar to heights unimagined, defy the odds, and shatter the glass ceilings that confine so many to lives of quiet desperation.
Let them whisper their expectations into the wind.
Let them cling to their narrow-minded notions of who I should be.
I will not be confined by the expectations of others. I will forge my own destiny, carve my own path, and write my own story—one that defies expectations at every turn.
Overcoming expectations is a relentless uphill battle, a constant struggle against the currents of doubt and disbelief. The weight of others' expectations bears down like a boulder on weary shoulders, threatening to crush the spirit beneath its unforgiving weight. Yet, in the crucible of adversity, resilience is forged, and strength is tempered. It's not easy, but it's in the fire of struggle that true greatness is born, where the seeds of potential blossom into fruition despite the odds stacked against them.
Adversity is a constant companion. It lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce when you least expect it.
But you see, adversity is nothing but a stepping stone for those of us who refuse to be held back by the hand we're dealt. Adversity is just another opponent to be conquered, another obstacle to be overcome.
I've faced my fair share of adversity in and out of the ring. I've been knocked down, beaten bloody, and left for dead more times than I can count. But you know what?
I'm
still
standing.
I'm still here, ready to fight another day. Because that's what I do. I don't back down in the face of adversity. I stare it down, I spit in its face, and I keep on fighting.
You see, adversity has a funny way of bringing out the best in us. It pushes us to our limits, forces us to dig deep and find that inner strength we never knew we had. And when we come out the other side, when we emerge victorious against all odds, that's when we truly shine.
But it also has a funny way of bringing out the worst in others. When a dog is pushed into a corner it has two options. It can attack, or it can piss itself.
And pissing seems to be one of Joey Scala’s fortes.
Joey Scala. The man with the heart of a lion and the mouth of a sailor, a walking, talking stereotype, ticking all the boxes society expects him to. He's the embodiment of mediocrity, the epitome of what happens when you settle for less. There's no fire, no passion, just a puppet dancing to the tune of everyone else's expectations.
I've heard the tales, seen the bravado, but let's not get ahead of ourselves here. You see, Joey likes to paint himself as this scrappy underdog, the guy who's gonna defy the odds and come out on top against all expectations. Admirable, to be sure, but let's not confuse determination with delusion. He's no mythical hero destined to conquer the world. He can hardly best his opponents in the squared circle. He is a man of flesh, and blood.
This week he steps into the ring with the reigning Action Wrestling Tag Team champion. He is facing off against a man who has seen more in the past few months than the Yonkersian has ever seen in his lifetime.
So, Joey Scala, keep playing your part, keep living up to those expectations society set for you. But when you step into that ring with me, just know that I'm not bound by anyone's rules or limitations. I'm here to rewrite the script, to shatter those expectations, and to show the world what true greatness looks like.
Get ready to face the reality check you never saw coming.