Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2018 15:05:05 GMT
As Nighthawk sits in the back of the Scotiabank Saddledome, taping up his hands on an anvil case near a loading dock, the "Wrestling Machine" opens his eyes and sees a member of the IWF Home Video staff waiting for him. Clad in a turquoise USA Wrestling half-shirt, his royal-blue-and-orange wrestling gear, and blue-and-orange wrestling boots, Nighthawk smiles coolly.
Nighthawk: "Two years. Two long, painful, disappointing years. That's been my IWF career up to this point. A series of almosts, maybes, and close losses one right after the other until they all fade together into some haze of disappointment.
But that's not all it's been. It's been two years of being perpetually amazed at just how deep the support and faith of the IWF audience can run. It's been two years of making new friends and being perpetually proud of all of their successes.
But while I'm proud of what Andrew Jacobsen, Devlin Raine, Jayson Matthews, and Astrid Hall-Freeman-Kane have been able to do, it's been too long since I've been able to stand amongst them as the one thing I crave to stand amongst them as: A peer.
Sure, I've been a sidekick. I've been a loss post. The one thing I've never been, at least not here, is the one thing I was everywhere else: The man.
Every other promotion whose door I darkened, I was the gold standard. I was the measuring stick. I was the guy whose accomplishments demanded your undivided attention, and respect, because if you didn't and couldn't give it to me, i would make you regret that decision.
I will be the Best in the World again. I will make every fan so sure of it they will want to scream it from the rooftops, and make every opponent I have, friend and foe alike, remember what I can do, and what I've always been able to do.
Gibberg is the first. There will be more after him. This isn't over. It's just starting.
Goodnight, Gibberg. May sleep give you the courage to go on."
Nighthawk: "Two years. Two long, painful, disappointing years. That's been my IWF career up to this point. A series of almosts, maybes, and close losses one right after the other until they all fade together into some haze of disappointment.
But that's not all it's been. It's been two years of being perpetually amazed at just how deep the support and faith of the IWF audience can run. It's been two years of making new friends and being perpetually proud of all of their successes.
But while I'm proud of what Andrew Jacobsen, Devlin Raine, Jayson Matthews, and Astrid Hall-Freeman-Kane have been able to do, it's been too long since I've been able to stand amongst them as the one thing I crave to stand amongst them as: A peer.
Sure, I've been a sidekick. I've been a loss post. The one thing I've never been, at least not here, is the one thing I was everywhere else: The man.
Every other promotion whose door I darkened, I was the gold standard. I was the measuring stick. I was the guy whose accomplishments demanded your undivided attention, and respect, because if you didn't and couldn't give it to me, i would make you regret that decision.
I will be the Best in the World again. I will make every fan so sure of it they will want to scream it from the rooftops, and make every opponent I have, friend and foe alike, remember what I can do, and what I've always been able to do.
Gibberg is the first. There will be more after him. This isn't over. It's just starting.
Goodnight, Gibberg. May sleep give you the courage to go on."
Well howdy there pardner.