Post by Malachi White on Jan 18, 2020 14:42:07 GMT -5
“I hope you all will forgive me for not providing any video footage this week; I still haven’t quite recovered from the hell James Nightingale put me through two weeks ago. To say that he battered me would be an understatement. The Angel of Death lived up to his moniker in that chain match, choking me to the point that I was within inches of meeting his master. But I didn’t, thankfully. If nothing else, I survived to fight another day.
And what a follow-up contest to have to step into.
Growing up in Juneau was great, but I won’t deny that we were very isolated from the rest of the country in regard to its wrestling scene. Many of the men and women in Action Wrestling were unfamiliar to me when I first arrived, but not you. Even in the farthest reaches of the wrestling world, cautionary tales are told of The Honey Badger, the madman with no morals and even less regard for his fellow man. Zombie McMorris is a name I was taught to respect and even fear to a degree from the first day I stepped into the ring, and deep down I knew that I would share it with him before my careers was through. But to do so now, of all times? I didn’t expect it. Maybe I should have; AW is a company that prides itself for providing their fans some of the most competitive matches in the business. ZMAC versus The Midnight Son. To me, I know it as one of my toughest opponents to date.
To everyone else, though? Well, I’m just a watering hole, a brief stop for the Pale Rider on his Hardcore Tour 69’ ride. And maybe I deserve such a position after dropping the ball against James. I swore up and down how I was going to put an end to the man’s bullying and violence, and I could barely put up a fight. I was beaten from pillar to post, choked out, and submitted in the center of that ring. James Nightingale is good, but he isn’t Zombie. Thus, the expectation is the same this week.
But damn if I’m not going to put up a fight like my life depended on it. Because truthfully, it probably is. Two weeks ago, I walked into my match overconfident and certain that good would overcome evil, only to get a brutal wake up call that said otherwise. Good does not prevail by being good. Having heart is admirable, but it won’t keep the body in the game after its limbs have been broken. Two weeks ago, I was wholly and undeniably unprepared for the fight I was given.
I hope to never be in that place again.
And this is the match to turn it around in, despite the odds stacked against me. It helps that my back is against the proverbial brick wall, which ZMAC is not afraid of driving me straight through. If I fall short again, he won’t hesitate to curb stomp me through that ring, sending me and my career into a freefall that will extremely difficult to recover from. There’s no doubt that he’s good enough, that Zombie is the kind of man to finish me.
This time, I am ready, though.
Action Wrestling gave me the week off last week as an opportunity to reevaluate my career with them. Other men have walked away from big-time matches defeated and used such opportunities to slip back into obscurity again. I had the chance to walk away, knowing that if I did, the name Malachi White would be forgotten again a month from now. I knew if I stayed, my failures would stay with me too, for as long as it took me to avenge them. Hell, they might stick with me forever. I took that week off to really ask myself if it was all worth it.
I decided it was; these burdens were ones I knew I could carry across my battered shoulders, because that’s what men with hearts like mine do. Failure is not my story; it is but a chapter in my inevitable redemption. James and I will meet again, but first I have you Zombie. Once I accepted this, I began to train, and train hard.
Zombie McMorris, I do not intend in falling into the trap that so many other of your opponents do. I am not as verbose nor violent nor downright vicious. You’re a hell of a talker and an even more formidable of an opponent, but you do not have the heart that I do. Why would an immortal soul need to worry about such human limitations? Sure, you’ll fight to the point of death, perhaps even beyond it, and be back on your Hardcore Tour a week later. A loss here for you means so little.
A win for me, however, means the world.
And I intend to throw everything I have within me and everything I’ve been able to work on in these last two weeks against you. I’m not looking to outtalk you. I’m not looking to maim you. I just need to get your shoulders to the mat for three seconds. That’s it. Its not an impossible task. It’s a fate you have suffered before. I can do this.
I will do this.
Because I have to; there is so much at stake for me. Come January 20th, I will step into your domain, compete within your ruleset, and try to make this Tour about Malachi White for a single moment. This business may not be as simple as good versus evil, but that doesn’t mean that the good guy always has to lose either. You’re one of the best in the business, ZMAC, and I may never eclipse you in my career.
But I will beat you.”
And what a follow-up contest to have to step into.
Growing up in Juneau was great, but I won’t deny that we were very isolated from the rest of the country in regard to its wrestling scene. Many of the men and women in Action Wrestling were unfamiliar to me when I first arrived, but not you. Even in the farthest reaches of the wrestling world, cautionary tales are told of The Honey Badger, the madman with no morals and even less regard for his fellow man. Zombie McMorris is a name I was taught to respect and even fear to a degree from the first day I stepped into the ring, and deep down I knew that I would share it with him before my careers was through. But to do so now, of all times? I didn’t expect it. Maybe I should have; AW is a company that prides itself for providing their fans some of the most competitive matches in the business. ZMAC versus The Midnight Son. To me, I know it as one of my toughest opponents to date.
To everyone else, though? Well, I’m just a watering hole, a brief stop for the Pale Rider on his Hardcore Tour 69’ ride. And maybe I deserve such a position after dropping the ball against James. I swore up and down how I was going to put an end to the man’s bullying and violence, and I could barely put up a fight. I was beaten from pillar to post, choked out, and submitted in the center of that ring. James Nightingale is good, but he isn’t Zombie. Thus, the expectation is the same this week.
But damn if I’m not going to put up a fight like my life depended on it. Because truthfully, it probably is. Two weeks ago, I walked into my match overconfident and certain that good would overcome evil, only to get a brutal wake up call that said otherwise. Good does not prevail by being good. Having heart is admirable, but it won’t keep the body in the game after its limbs have been broken. Two weeks ago, I was wholly and undeniably unprepared for the fight I was given.
I hope to never be in that place again.
And this is the match to turn it around in, despite the odds stacked against me. It helps that my back is against the proverbial brick wall, which ZMAC is not afraid of driving me straight through. If I fall short again, he won’t hesitate to curb stomp me through that ring, sending me and my career into a freefall that will extremely difficult to recover from. There’s no doubt that he’s good enough, that Zombie is the kind of man to finish me.
This time, I am ready, though.
Action Wrestling gave me the week off last week as an opportunity to reevaluate my career with them. Other men have walked away from big-time matches defeated and used such opportunities to slip back into obscurity again. I had the chance to walk away, knowing that if I did, the name Malachi White would be forgotten again a month from now. I knew if I stayed, my failures would stay with me too, for as long as it took me to avenge them. Hell, they might stick with me forever. I took that week off to really ask myself if it was all worth it.
I decided it was; these burdens were ones I knew I could carry across my battered shoulders, because that’s what men with hearts like mine do. Failure is not my story; it is but a chapter in my inevitable redemption. James and I will meet again, but first I have you Zombie. Once I accepted this, I began to train, and train hard.
Zombie McMorris, I do not intend in falling into the trap that so many other of your opponents do. I am not as verbose nor violent nor downright vicious. You’re a hell of a talker and an even more formidable of an opponent, but you do not have the heart that I do. Why would an immortal soul need to worry about such human limitations? Sure, you’ll fight to the point of death, perhaps even beyond it, and be back on your Hardcore Tour a week later. A loss here for you means so little.
A win for me, however, means the world.
And I intend to throw everything I have within me and everything I’ve been able to work on in these last two weeks against you. I’m not looking to outtalk you. I’m not looking to maim you. I just need to get your shoulders to the mat for three seconds. That’s it. Its not an impossible task. It’s a fate you have suffered before. I can do this.
I will do this.
Because I have to; there is so much at stake for me. Come January 20th, I will step into your domain, compete within your ruleset, and try to make this Tour about Malachi White for a single moment. This business may not be as simple as good versus evil, but that doesn’t mean that the good guy always has to lose either. You’re one of the best in the business, ZMAC, and I may never eclipse you in my career.
But I will beat you.”