A Word From Wade Moor
Nov 4, 2019 18:38:50 GMT -5
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Post by Wade Moor on Nov 4, 2019 18:38:50 GMT -5
The mask of The Leviathan hangs loosely from its strap by two fingers, connected to calloused hands. Hands that had been bloodied, fingernails caked in dirt, knuckles busted and bruised. Those powerful hands belonged to Wade Moor, his frame still as imposing as ever, even from its seated position. He was dressed in a smart, form fitting black suit, dreaded blonde hair pulled back sharply in a ponytail. He lets the loose mask slip and fall to the floor, which thuds like a brick against concrete in the pregnant silence. His curls his lips, bites the bottom one, then starts to speak.
“For years, I’ve portrayed a monster. One that would stop at nothing to have his ends away. That monster was real. Not in a physical sense of the word, but emotionally. That monster was a part of me, one that would stop at nothing to be at the very top. I was good, I knew it, and had absolutely no problem throwing the weight of that fact around on anyone who believed otherwise. I became that monster, embodied it in my thoughts and actions. I felt like I had to to survive in this business. I’ve made a career out of it, a body of work I can be proud of, a legacy that will continue to carry on far after I’ve left. A name truly synonymous with Action Wrestling. I have that monster to thank for that...”
Wade folds his fingers and lurches forward slightly.
“The funny thing about monsters is they never seem to come alone. As long as I’ve felt that part of me that can transcend above, there’s always been another piece that was missing. A drain hole inside that tried to plug with anything I could imagine. Sex, alcohol, drugs, and even the Action Wrestling ring. It was always there, reminding me that no matter what, it would never go away. This monster was at my door, baying as a hound, and it’s been growing in size year after year. I can no longer afford to ignore it.
“For every one of you.
“For my friends.”
Wade stops to take a moment and collect his thoughts.
“For myself.
“So what is this? Is it goodbye? I don’t think so. I’d like to think that it’s just me moving on to the next big fight, another fight I plan on winning. To anyone listening also afflicted by this wretched curse: Keep fighting. Stay strong. Stand. Seek the help you deserve, because you deserve it by virtue of being yourself. I love you. Wake up tomorrow with a sense of emboldenment because you deserve that too. Fight.”
Wade shoves that BROSEIDON PUNCH into his open palm.
“Fight. And just win.”
“For years, I’ve portrayed a monster. One that would stop at nothing to have his ends away. That monster was real. Not in a physical sense of the word, but emotionally. That monster was a part of me, one that would stop at nothing to be at the very top. I was good, I knew it, and had absolutely no problem throwing the weight of that fact around on anyone who believed otherwise. I became that monster, embodied it in my thoughts and actions. I felt like I had to to survive in this business. I’ve made a career out of it, a body of work I can be proud of, a legacy that will continue to carry on far after I’ve left. A name truly synonymous with Action Wrestling. I have that monster to thank for that...”
Wade folds his fingers and lurches forward slightly.
“The funny thing about monsters is they never seem to come alone. As long as I’ve felt that part of me that can transcend above, there’s always been another piece that was missing. A drain hole inside that tried to plug with anything I could imagine. Sex, alcohol, drugs, and even the Action Wrestling ring. It was always there, reminding me that no matter what, it would never go away. This monster was at my door, baying as a hound, and it’s been growing in size year after year. I can no longer afford to ignore it.
“For every one of you.
“For my friends.”
Wade stops to take a moment and collect his thoughts.
“For myself.
“So what is this? Is it goodbye? I don’t think so. I’d like to think that it’s just me moving on to the next big fight, another fight I plan on winning. To anyone listening also afflicted by this wretched curse: Keep fighting. Stay strong. Stand. Seek the help you deserve, because you deserve it by virtue of being yourself. I love you. Wake up tomorrow with a sense of emboldenment because you deserve that too. Fight.”
Wade shoves that BROSEIDON PUNCH into his open palm.
“Fight. And just win.”