Post by Dionysus on Jan 18, 2021 23:38:12 GMT -5
Did we ever tell you... | ...The definition of insanity? | |
You see...insanity is doing the exact same thing... | ||
Over... | ||
And over again... | ||
Expecting something, anything to change... | ||
...Maddening, isn't it? |
"...Do you ever...just look at your hand, Downfall? I'm serious, try it sometime. Hell, try it right now, with me. Take a close look...simply amazing, isn't it? With a hand, we can control and shape our destiny. Even as I stare at my own hand, looking at all the little hairs, the cracks, the lines...there is a certain beauty within this imperfection. Even with the blemishes, we are capable of creating with our hands. At the same time, we are just as capable of clenching our hand tightly, and suddenly we are capable of pain, of destruction, of wanton madness. And then, just as suddenly as we tense up...we can release to say 'hello.'
It seems fate has faced us together once more, Downfall; perhaps, even, for the last time in a long while. But lets be truthful, Downfall. There are no more secrets between the two of us. We know each other so well by now. I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly. This match, this moment in time is perfect. The final stage to see where we truly stand with one another. In truth, I wish I knew how to quit you.
...No, that doesn't seem right, does it?
Tell me Downfall, is that what you truly want? Do you really want this to come to an end? There are the benefits for you, of course; after all, in every outing we've had, you have come out ahead. I cannot deny that I am the man to lose here. Should I lose, I wait one entire year to even get my hands on you again. Hell, it may even be a year before I can put my hands on the Television title! Or any other title you might win! You know what I am to you, Downfall? A sure bet. A guaranteed win. Sometimes that's all you need in this crazy business; a sense of stability, to finally, at long last, stand in the ring and say, 'well, I know exactly where this is going to go.'
And yet...you don't truly know.
In truth, you make me want to be a better man. Or rather, a better competitor. Every loss gets me closer to understanding where I can pull ahead, not just against you, but anyone else that stands in my ascent. For you see, this is what you are bearing witness to; a renewed vigor, a real opportunity. The time for The Urban Gladiator to ascend to the peaks of Action Wrestling. No faction to call home to, no friend to ring for help; just myself, and my own...two hands. There is plenty to dislike of you, after all; I could name them all again, but really, who has the time? This isn't about what I hate about you; this is the time where I praise you. I repeat; at every outing, you have bested me. You have hospitalized me. You have stripped me of my armor and bested me. How many times much you teach this old man a lesson?! You are clearly superior! That is what the others say!
And still...this is a fight I know you want.
Why?
Because I complete you.
You don't truly see anything you don't like about me. Sure, we use words to cut into each other and try to break our wills down, to try and get that little ounce of psychological edge that the dirtsheets love to say was the deciding blow. But it isn't as though we truly mean it. Sorry dirtsheets; I'm about to break the illusion for you once and for all...well, at least between the two of us. Downfall, truthfully, there is no resentment left. I could say how I hate your ability. Your overall ring awareness. The fact you were able to halt the current all-time best in the division, and you're on track to continuing that legacy. That through all the highs and lows of this storied rivalry, I have grown to accept that perhaps, in a majority of matches, I will probably lose to the likes of you. But the truth is...I can't. Because it doesn't really matter how many matches we have; like a jack-in-the-box I will still pop up even when I'm slammed down. I will still come for you, even if I have to wait one entire year to do so. I have nothing here to lose. The stipulation doesn't hurt me in the slightest.
Still, this is not a battle I can afford to lose. The stipulation may not matter, but my pride does. When I walk into that ring, I don't see the dollar signs. I don't see the fans. I don't see the endorsement deals. Do you know what I see? I see the man standing across from me, thinking three moves ahead. I see the chance to show the world once again why I belong here. It is THAT drive that remains with me to this day. And it is something you can ever take from me. The one bit of leverage that I have over you.
And maybe, at long last...it will finally be enough.
So go ahead, Downfall; tell me how you will break me, leave me in a puddle of my own worthless sweat and bones. Laugh at me while you say the year's break will be worth it. These aren't things I haven't heard before...
...And frankly, my dear Downfall...
...I just don't give a damn."
It seems fate has faced us together once more, Downfall; perhaps, even, for the last time in a long while. But lets be truthful, Downfall. There are no more secrets between the two of us. We know each other so well by now. I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly. This match, this moment in time is perfect. The final stage to see where we truly stand with one another. In truth, I wish I knew how to quit you.
...No, that doesn't seem right, does it?
Tell me Downfall, is that what you truly want? Do you really want this to come to an end? There are the benefits for you, of course; after all, in every outing we've had, you have come out ahead. I cannot deny that I am the man to lose here. Should I lose, I wait one entire year to even get my hands on you again. Hell, it may even be a year before I can put my hands on the Television title! Or any other title you might win! You know what I am to you, Downfall? A sure bet. A guaranteed win. Sometimes that's all you need in this crazy business; a sense of stability, to finally, at long last, stand in the ring and say, 'well, I know exactly where this is going to go.'
And yet...you don't truly know.
In truth, you make me want to be a better man. Or rather, a better competitor. Every loss gets me closer to understanding where I can pull ahead, not just against you, but anyone else that stands in my ascent. For you see, this is what you are bearing witness to; a renewed vigor, a real opportunity. The time for The Urban Gladiator to ascend to the peaks of Action Wrestling. No faction to call home to, no friend to ring for help; just myself, and my own...two hands. There is plenty to dislike of you, after all; I could name them all again, but really, who has the time? This isn't about what I hate about you; this is the time where I praise you. I repeat; at every outing, you have bested me. You have hospitalized me. You have stripped me of my armor and bested me. How many times much you teach this old man a lesson?! You are clearly superior! That is what the others say!
And still...this is a fight I know you want.
Why?
Because I complete you.
You don't truly see anything you don't like about me. Sure, we use words to cut into each other and try to break our wills down, to try and get that little ounce of psychological edge that the dirtsheets love to say was the deciding blow. But it isn't as though we truly mean it. Sorry dirtsheets; I'm about to break the illusion for you once and for all...well, at least between the two of us. Downfall, truthfully, there is no resentment left. I could say how I hate your ability. Your overall ring awareness. The fact you were able to halt the current all-time best in the division, and you're on track to continuing that legacy. That through all the highs and lows of this storied rivalry, I have grown to accept that perhaps, in a majority of matches, I will probably lose to the likes of you. But the truth is...I can't. Because it doesn't really matter how many matches we have; like a jack-in-the-box I will still pop up even when I'm slammed down. I will still come for you, even if I have to wait one entire year to do so. I have nothing here to lose. The stipulation doesn't hurt me in the slightest.
Still, this is not a battle I can afford to lose. The stipulation may not matter, but my pride does. When I walk into that ring, I don't see the dollar signs. I don't see the fans. I don't see the endorsement deals. Do you know what I see? I see the man standing across from me, thinking three moves ahead. I see the chance to show the world once again why I belong here. It is THAT drive that remains with me to this day. And it is something you can ever take from me. The one bit of leverage that I have over you.
And maybe, at long last...it will finally be enough.
So go ahead, Downfall; tell me how you will break me, leave me in a puddle of my own worthless sweat and bones. Laugh at me while you say the year's break will be worth it. These aren't things I haven't heard before...
...And frankly, my dear Downfall...
...I just don't give a damn."