Post by Pax Stormcrow on Mar 18, 2018 17:27:16 GMT
Pax pushes aside the medical team who are trying to check on him after his brutal Invictus title match against Spike Kane. He holds a hand to his neck, more then aware that the throbbing pain and the way his vision swam before his eyes were signs of serious problems. He needed to let the medical team do their job and look him over. But right now, he had something important to do.
"No, get out of my way!"
He bullies his way through the officials trying to hold him back as he gets back to the medical center. Witherspoon is laid out on a stretcher, a backboard and neck brace holding him in place. Several First responders are looking over him.
"Hey, what's going on? How is he?"
One of them stops what they are doing to look back at him.
"We are taking care of him. You need to look after yourself."
"No, he's really old. His neck is in bad shape. He has a doctor... it's on his file..."
His vision swims before his eyes for a moment. Then he starts to feel the world spin. He tries to bring out his arms to catch himself but nothing seems to want to work right. His vision fades as the floor rushes up to meet him.
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"I've heard a lot of talk about me on the dirt sheets and the social media. I'm only here to collect a paycheck. I don't really care about the state of the company. I'm self absorbed in my own hype and focused only on what needs doing."
Pax is sitting cross legged in a dark room, a small circle of light surrounding him from a single bulb above his head. He wears a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans while his gaze remains on the floor.
"If I'm being honest? They are more right then wrong. I have been showing up, focused only on the match that I have ahead of me and trying to collect the money I need to pay for the medical bills. I have not taken my competition seriously. I have bought into my own hype."
He let's out a heavy sigh as he leans back, lifting his head to look at the camera.
"So let's be brutally honest shall we? Let's sit down and take a look at the facts and confront them head on. I think that would be best for everyone."
He lifts his head to look at the camera.
"So let's deal with the accusations of being self absorbed. Spike Kane has called me out on this time and time again. He's right. I have been showing up just for my matches. I am well aware what is going on in the roster. I do watch each show, and pay attention backstage. But let's be real here. I am a Rookie with a lot of hype. I've been a Professional Wrestler for a year now. I tore my way through the Indies and got noticed and signed based on my Olympian skill, and the splash I made in the independent circuit. I didn't want to be that fresh young kid sticking my nose in everyone's business. I didn't think it was my place."
He shrugs his shoulders and runs a hand through his hair.
"Maybe I was wrong. If nothing else, being that young buck would get my name out there, wouldn't it? Maybe that's what the fans and management want me to do."
He let's out a sigh and shakes his head.
"Accusations that I only show up for a paycheck. It's not a secret that I am here for the money. Truth is, I had to pass on a dream I have had for as long as I can remember. To get an Olympic medal. But medical bills are expensive and to be honest, the Olympics don't really pay. I did what I needed to do. So ya. I guess I was here for the paycheck. Did I think I was to good to be here?"
He stares at the ground for a moment.
"Ya. I did."
He looks back at the camera.
"I thought my skill was being wasted here. I considered myself above everyone else in this company. I was going to do things my way, and forget everyone else. I would get by on my skill and make it to the top."
He falls silent and shakes his head slowly. He let's out a long breath.
"I'm sorry. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and it's gotten me to realize some bad styles of thinking I have taken with my professional wrestling career. I realized, that I needed to make a change."
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Pax sits in an office, fidgeting in his chair. He looked around at the various certification to pass the time as he waited for the Doctor to come into her office.
"Sorry for the wait."
He turns around to look. The doctor was in her middle ages, and she looked tired from a long and hard life. She had been seeing Witherspoon since back in his own glory days.
"Not a problem. So, what's the news?"
"Well, he needs neck surgery. I told him he needed to stay away from competing but he never was good at listening to me. Or taking care of himself. The blow on the ring aggravated an old injury he had. It's obviously been bothering him for a while. Of course he didn't say anything."
"Is he going to be OK?"
"Yes, he will be fine. I don't think he will be cleared for work though. He might never be."
"Well, he's just my manager though..."
"Pax, I have been looking after wrestlers my entire wrestling career. Anyone associated with that business is a target for injury. It's going to be some time before I give him clearance to work, if I ever do. The IWF will listen to my recommendations."
"But... what am I supposed to do?"
"I guess you better figure that out."
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"So it's time for a change folks. That is what I have decided. I haven't been taking this job seriously. I haven't taken the Roster seriously. I have been dishonest with myself. I can't take back what I did, I can only work to improve that."
He takes a breath and slowly stands to his feet.
"So this here is a rededication. We aren't going to hold onto the pass. It doesn't matter I was going to go to the Olympics. That dream is gone now. You always gotta grow up and learn to embrace the hand you were dealt and I'm not ready to fold yet. Let's bluff our way through and hope for a good hand."
He smiles at the camera.
"The Roulette is coming. The winner gets a shot at the title. Can I make it to the end? I don't know but I am gonna give it my best shot. Anything that I get, I'm gonna earn. I even got a shot at the Invictus again if I can make Spike tap or pin him."
His smile turns into a hungry grin.
"And I have made it clear how badly I want another shot at that title and at Spike Kane. It's called High Stakes for a reason. I am coming to the roulette. I got a new outlook on life and on my career. I got dragged to the very bottom and there is nothing left but to go upwards. I got 29 other guys to face, and they better get ready because they are getting into the ring with Pax Freaking Stormcrow. Let's do this boys. Let's tear off the roof."
"No, get out of my way!"
He bullies his way through the officials trying to hold him back as he gets back to the medical center. Witherspoon is laid out on a stretcher, a backboard and neck brace holding him in place. Several First responders are looking over him.
"Hey, what's going on? How is he?"
One of them stops what they are doing to look back at him.
"We are taking care of him. You need to look after yourself."
"No, he's really old. His neck is in bad shape. He has a doctor... it's on his file..."
His vision swims before his eyes for a moment. Then he starts to feel the world spin. He tries to bring out his arms to catch himself but nothing seems to want to work right. His vision fades as the floor rushes up to meet him.
______________________________________
"I've heard a lot of talk about me on the dirt sheets and the social media. I'm only here to collect a paycheck. I don't really care about the state of the company. I'm self absorbed in my own hype and focused only on what needs doing."
Pax is sitting cross legged in a dark room, a small circle of light surrounding him from a single bulb above his head. He wears a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans while his gaze remains on the floor.
"If I'm being honest? They are more right then wrong. I have been showing up, focused only on the match that I have ahead of me and trying to collect the money I need to pay for the medical bills. I have not taken my competition seriously. I have bought into my own hype."
He let's out a heavy sigh as he leans back, lifting his head to look at the camera.
"So let's be brutally honest shall we? Let's sit down and take a look at the facts and confront them head on. I think that would be best for everyone."
He lifts his head to look at the camera.
"So let's deal with the accusations of being self absorbed. Spike Kane has called me out on this time and time again. He's right. I have been showing up just for my matches. I am well aware what is going on in the roster. I do watch each show, and pay attention backstage. But let's be real here. I am a Rookie with a lot of hype. I've been a Professional Wrestler for a year now. I tore my way through the Indies and got noticed and signed based on my Olympian skill, and the splash I made in the independent circuit. I didn't want to be that fresh young kid sticking my nose in everyone's business. I didn't think it was my place."
He shrugs his shoulders and runs a hand through his hair.
"Maybe I was wrong. If nothing else, being that young buck would get my name out there, wouldn't it? Maybe that's what the fans and management want me to do."
He let's out a sigh and shakes his head.
"Accusations that I only show up for a paycheck. It's not a secret that I am here for the money. Truth is, I had to pass on a dream I have had for as long as I can remember. To get an Olympic medal. But medical bills are expensive and to be honest, the Olympics don't really pay. I did what I needed to do. So ya. I guess I was here for the paycheck. Did I think I was to good to be here?"
He stares at the ground for a moment.
"Ya. I did."
He looks back at the camera.
"I thought my skill was being wasted here. I considered myself above everyone else in this company. I was going to do things my way, and forget everyone else. I would get by on my skill and make it to the top."
He falls silent and shakes his head slowly. He let's out a long breath.
"I'm sorry. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and it's gotten me to realize some bad styles of thinking I have taken with my professional wrestling career. I realized, that I needed to make a change."
_________________________
Pax sits in an office, fidgeting in his chair. He looked around at the various certification to pass the time as he waited for the Doctor to come into her office.
"Sorry for the wait."
He turns around to look. The doctor was in her middle ages, and she looked tired from a long and hard life. She had been seeing Witherspoon since back in his own glory days.
"Not a problem. So, what's the news?"
"Well, he needs neck surgery. I told him he needed to stay away from competing but he never was good at listening to me. Or taking care of himself. The blow on the ring aggravated an old injury he had. It's obviously been bothering him for a while. Of course he didn't say anything."
"Is he going to be OK?"
"Yes, he will be fine. I don't think he will be cleared for work though. He might never be."
"Well, he's just my manager though..."
"Pax, I have been looking after wrestlers my entire wrestling career. Anyone associated with that business is a target for injury. It's going to be some time before I give him clearance to work, if I ever do. The IWF will listen to my recommendations."
"But... what am I supposed to do?"
"I guess you better figure that out."
__________________________________
"So it's time for a change folks. That is what I have decided. I haven't been taking this job seriously. I haven't taken the Roster seriously. I have been dishonest with myself. I can't take back what I did, I can only work to improve that."
He takes a breath and slowly stands to his feet.
"So this here is a rededication. We aren't going to hold onto the pass. It doesn't matter I was going to go to the Olympics. That dream is gone now. You always gotta grow up and learn to embrace the hand you were dealt and I'm not ready to fold yet. Let's bluff our way through and hope for a good hand."
He smiles at the camera.
"The Roulette is coming. The winner gets a shot at the title. Can I make it to the end? I don't know but I am gonna give it my best shot. Anything that I get, I'm gonna earn. I even got a shot at the Invictus again if I can make Spike tap or pin him."
His smile turns into a hungry grin.
"And I have made it clear how badly I want another shot at that title and at Spike Kane. It's called High Stakes for a reason. I am coming to the roulette. I got a new outlook on life and on my career. I got dragged to the very bottom and there is nothing left but to go upwards. I got 29 other guys to face, and they better get ready because they are getting into the ring with Pax Freaking Stormcrow. Let's do this boys. Let's tear off the roof."
Well howdy there pardner.