Post by Roger Wright on Jan 19, 2020 18:00:06 GMT -5
You just stood there screaming
Fearing no one was listening to you
They say the empty can rattles the most
The sound of your own voice must soothe you
Hearing only what you want to hear
And knowing only what you've heard
You, you're smothered in tragedy
And you're out to save the world
A gentle footstep leaves no sound as it comes down on the damp grass and underbrush. The man kneels down, his hand checking the ground where it is stamped down. Slowly he raises his head, Roger’s face and eyes coming into view, over his back rests his trusty hunting rifle. For a lingering moment he stares off into the distance, and then slowly begins to move forward, each step as soft as the one before, none betraying his location to the outside world.
Hunting, it takes us back to one of our more basic instincts. To a time when things were undoubtedly more simple for humans. Sure the life spans were shorter, the diseases deadlier, and fear a constant for all. But people knew their roles, accepted them without question and lived to do only one thing, survive. Return back to today, to a world where people are told they can be anything, if they just try hard enough, you can achieve.
This isn’t true though is it? See some people are just not meant for great things, and it doesn’t really matter how hard they try, they will always fall short. Take Logan this week, he tries so desperately to be accepted, to find anyone who will think he is something special. I commend him for showing up, make no mistake, but the reality is he is fighting a battle he can’t win, a battle that he was set up to fail.
Telling people they can succeed if they just keep trying is not helping them, it only hurts them. Yeah that may not be what people want to hear, or what people think should be said, but sometimes the truth hurts, and reality is a bitch. Sure I have worked hard all my life, strived for greatness and I have achieved it, but there is a difference between myself and someone like Logan, I was destined for it. I am not striving beyond what I am capable of, I am simply achieving what I was meant to achieve.
Misery
You insist that the weight of the world
Should be on your shoulders
Misery
There's much more to life than what you see
My friend of misery
Roger stops again, lowers the rifle from his shoulder and takes aim. In the distance stands a buck, head up, the antlers clearly visible through the mist of the dew laden morning. Roger takes a slow breath in, holds it and gently squeezes the trigger, a loud boom following. In the distance we see the deer buck and turn to run. Roger stands up, slings the rifle over his shoulder and now stomps off through the forest in the direction of the deer.
One might call it shooting fish in a barrell, and for me it feels that simple. Since my arrival in the AW it has been nothing but success story after success story, win after win. In a few short weeks I get to dethrone KOS and take his U.S. title, a title that will finally have someone hold onto it and bring it to the level of respect that it has deserved since the moment it was first announced.
No one before KOS has made the U.S. title worth a shit, not even Dandy or TFK. They defended it against people that you and I don’t even really know. Sure Sam Kidsgrove had a moment, but moments come and go, and his came and went like the breeze on a warm day. I am not a moment, not a passing trend, I am the thing that everyone in that locker room wants to be, the man that they wish they could see when they look in the mirror.
Because while the locker room dreams of greatness, practices what they are going to say when they get to the top, I am already there and don’t need to practice, because I have already said it before. For the first time in AW’s history, the world champion will be nothing more than just another guy with the title, because people will talk about the U.S. title, the title that I hold, I will show the world just how much the man makes the title, and how little the title makes the man.
That’s what I bring to the table, that’s what everyone else wishes they brought to the table. It’s what they are dreaming about when buying hookers like Logan. Even Odin Balfore dreams of being great, so much so that he has to misinterpret prophecies just to have a hot word that you will hang on. The KOS’s, Odin’s, Walter’s, and Lissie's of the world have everyone fooled into thinking they are special, and I am here to show all of you what you all know deep down inside.
You still stood there screaming
No one caring about these words you tell
My friend, before your voice is gone
One man's fun is another's hell
These times are sent to try men's souls
But something's wrong with all you see
You, you'll take it on all yourself
Remember, misery loves company
Roger comes to a stop at the Deer, on it’s side dead from the shot. With a smile on his face Roger hoists the deer onto his back and begins to carry it back the way he came.
Like this deer everyone in the AW can prance around, strut it up, and show the world their antlers. It doesn’t matter, because there is a hunter in the woods, and everything that you have done before, everything that you cling to is nothing more than a failed attempt at maintaining the status quo. No matter how much you shout about your greatness or tell the world what is going to happen, the people know the truth, they see the writing on the wall, and they know I am coming to change everything you hold dear.
The AW will never be the same when I am done with it. You can take that to the bank, cash that check and just wait, because there is no stopping it, no matter how much you fight it. I am inevitable, I am eventual, and I am coming.
The camera stops following Roger as he pushes through the brush and trees, Deer over his shoulders. Dew falls from the trees and after a minute the man is gone, the only thing left the empty sounds of the forested area, finally the camera fading out to darkness.