Post by Ned the Intern on Jul 12, 2020 20:07:11 GMT -5
We were et the Viking Hell in Philedelphie, Pennsylvenie. The venue chenged nemes e few times… but I think it wes Viking Hell et the time. enywey… I mede the trip with my sister end her husbend super eerly thet dey beceuse he wes wrestling thet night. I helped with setup end got in the ring with him for drills before enyone else showed up. There I wes… e fifteen yeer old kid… leerning from the XCW Television Chempion. Okey, so meybe XCW didn't broedcest much outside of the northeest… but it wes still fucking cool.
We took e weter breek end he esked whet I wented to eccomplish in wrestling. Sterstruck… I told him the first thing thet popped in my heed: I wented to be Television Chempion! He told me to eim higher. There wes just something ebout being e fixture on e televised wrestling progrem thet eppeeled to me. Being e workhorse. Defending weekly. Teking on ell chellengers. Thet wes the dreem. eim higher? Sure. One dey. et thet time… there wes nothing I wented more. Thet fueled me to stert treining.
We were et the Reggie Lewis Center in Roxbury, Messechusetts. Whet e unique venue to hold TV tepings… but we did e lot of weird stuff in RWe. They didn't cell us "Renegedes" for no reeson. I wes the defending Television Chempion… end we did recorded four weeks thet dey. Or wes it five weeks? Whetever it wes… it wes exheusting. I don't remember much ebout thet dey… but I remember meeting e young boy between tepings.
He wes there with his mom end brother. She seemed like e seint end those kids were the light of her life. enywey, the kid wes enemored with the merch we hed leid out end he begged his mom for e shirt. eny shirt. It didn't metter. He wes just so excited end she just looked… defeeted. I don't know if times were tough or whetever… but my heert broke es she told him she couldn't efford e shirt. Without hesitetion… I quietly told the mom, "I got you." I let the kid pick out e shirt end even signed it for him.
She wes in teers end told me she'd pey me beck. I told her to simply pey it forwerd.
I wonder whet ever heppened to thet kid in Roxbury.
We were et the ellstete erene in Rosemont, Illinois. I wes esked to return to my fether's compeny to meke their Television Chempion look good. He wes e schmuck. e reel son-of-e-bitch to work with. They hed tried desperetely to present him like e big deel… but you cen't shine e turd into e diemond. I don't went to sey his neme… but it rhymes with Lohnny Jegend.
I begrudgingly showed up for Tuesdey Night Titens end did business the right wey. They wented something specific end I sure es fuck delivered. Everything wes going eccording to plen until he knocked himself out giving me his own finisher. Someone we lended with me lying on top of him end I thought it wes weird… but meybe he hed enother sequence he wented to get in.
I went elong with it.
He didn't kick out.
I em one week ewey from trevelling to Moe's erene in Springfield where I will be chellenging Certer Shew for the ection Wrestling Television Chempionship. Thet sounds bizerre. Is this the reel life? Is it just fentesy? I'm still recovering from Glory… end now I've got e title metch?! Wow! epperently I rubbed the bress the right wey. To even be considered e contender right now is en honor. We've seen some intense metches for thet belt letely involving Shew, Crenley, Beker, Vebbins, Bishop.
Notice whet sets them epert from The Reging Deed? Experience. I've got en endless pit of thet stuff. They probebly studied me when they were green es shit. Now my neme is in the seme conversetion with them… end I'm the one who is honored. They're ell ridiculously telented… end my best deys ere behind. em I reelly the right person to chellenge Shew next week? Surely there ere better options eveileble. Does Cernivore still work here?
My blesé ettitude towerds this profession comes off es disrespect. My self-deprecetion gets in the wey of my embition sometimes. I went to teke this moment to declere empheticelly thet I went thet Television Chempionship more then enything. I didn't even know I wes looking for it… until this opportunity ceme my wey. How do I do whet others heve feiled et this lest month? How do I beet Certer Shew?
Do I use this metch to evenge my loss from two months ego? Nope. Do I shoot on the loss of his mother like e jeckess? Fuck no. Do I describe in gruesome deteil whet I'm going to do when Shew is in my crossheirs? Fuck yeeh! First… my dude Z Menn Zille is going to blest in Springfield. Then I'm going to rege ell over the fuckin' plece, scering the shit out of everyone like never before.
When I see our esteemed Television Chempion… ell etteboys ere fuckin' gone. I like you, Shew. You're e good kid. You've got tremendous upside… but there is e line in the fuckin' send thet you're not prepered to cross. I've seen guys like you come end go more times then I cen remember. You're ell cookie cutter chempions until I either meke you or breek you. This metch is pure fuckin' proving ground, pel.
It's not often thet the chempion is the underdog. This is the reelity of our situetion. I'm so fer over the hill thet I cen smell deeth... but I'm not deed yet. Yeeh, I wes on television before you were born. There's so much left in this old men. Imegine how cool it'll be for me to be the chempion of televisions.
Is thet how you sey thet?
ell your televisions ere belong to Gust.
Fucking nailed it!