Post by Eddie D. on Mar 2, 2020 22:59:05 GMT
Nighthawk has a problem. And, despite the changes you’re about to see, some things remain the same. The biggest one of those being: When he has a problem, he has to address it. for better or worse, he can’t be the sort of person who just leaves things alone.
So, he stands up and gets out of his desk chair to go and handle this problem. But remember those changes we told you about? Here comes the first one.
To start, we’re not in foreboding and cold Chicago. Instead, we’re in gorgeous Hawaii where it’s sunny and warm. The 2nd change? Nighthawk is JACKED. He was always in phenomenal shape, that much hasn’t changed. But now he’s bigger in the arms and shoulders, while still keeping his leanness. Simply put, this island life is agreeing with him.
But his problem. Back to that. We’re not just going to let that go. He gets on the back of his bright orange Suzuki Hayabusa and heads towards…. his juice bar he owns on the beach?
Yup, turns out when Nighthawk was injured, he rebuilt his life the way he wanted. And this, living on the beach and relaxing, is the life he wanted.
That problem? Turns out his day manager forgot to order enough pineapples and oranges for the Sunshine smoothie that is the juice bar’s best drink.
So, Nighthawk went and picked up 4 crates each. There is no stress, no emotionless robot here. This is someone who is, heart and soul, happy.
Clad in a baby-blue Hawaiian shirt, orange board shorts, and white sneakers, the “Wrestling Machine” smiles and leans back against his bar, complete happiness evident in his posture as he watches his barback put the citrus fruit away.
“First off, I’m not a machine anymore. A machine is cold, unfeeling, and doesn’t care about anything. It can’t. And honestly, near the end, neither could I.
Do you know what I was like before Steve Awesome injured my leg the last time? I do. I was miserable, and bitter, and disgusted with what my career had turned into. I hid it well, because it wouldn’t have been my place to start complaining and whining. And to all the people in the back who had to deal with me being short with them, not being as kind as I should have been, all I can say is that I’m sorry. That’s not who I wanted to be, and not who I should have been.
And then Steve Awesome injured my leg again. And it brought me something I didn’t know I needed: Truth. The truth of my life before is that I wasn’t happy. I was in pain a lot, and I didn’t know what was wrong with me.
The truth now is that I am happy. It took me more leg injuries than I can count, and a doctor who finally told me I couldn’t rehab where everyone was expecting me to be like a god, but I’m happy now. I live on the beach, with my wife and friends who don’t need me to be their Captain America or their drill sergeant. And if I’m being perfectly honest, I didn’t need the IWF. I didn’t need the aggravation, the sniping behind my back that I just let go because it wasn’t worth it to start the fight.
People who didn’t want to be champions, who never thought of winning ANYTHING because that’d be about taking responsibility for it, sure did take a lot of time to make fun of someone who just wanted to aspire to nothing more than being the best they could be. Hell, a collection of theater kids masquerading as athletes put an outsized amount of time in throwing insults at the one person who NEVER responded.
You’ll notice here that I never said I was coming back. I was more than happy with living and working on the beach, and starting a new life without all the entitled children that make up that locker room. The IWF asked ME. Not the other way around.
I was more than fine, and remain so, with being out of this game for good. But when asked, when begged, I will return. I will be the good soldier that no one else in this company has an interest in being.
29 men in that locker room will be walking out there because they want to win, think they ought to win, and have plans for their victory. But only one of us, only one person, knows the difference between want and need.
I need this win like I need air to breathe. I need to be taken seriously, to prove that I’m not completely past it or completely useless. And one way or another, I’ll find the answer to that question.
As it stands right now, this is the only thing I really need. I need to know, once and for all, if I still have what it takes to mark myself against the very best in the world. Because make no mistake, night in and night out, there is precisely no one on this roster who can touch me. You may think, in your heart of hearts, that you’ve found someone who can. The truth is that they can’t.
And it is LONG past time I remind everyone of what they should have already known, what I have always known. Bell to bell, no one can keep up with me. At the Roulette, I show you. I re-teach the lesson I have allowed far too many of you to go on never having had.
See you at the Roulette. Class is in session.”
So, he stands up and gets out of his desk chair to go and handle this problem. But remember those changes we told you about? Here comes the first one.
To start, we’re not in foreboding and cold Chicago. Instead, we’re in gorgeous Hawaii where it’s sunny and warm. The 2nd change? Nighthawk is JACKED. He was always in phenomenal shape, that much hasn’t changed. But now he’s bigger in the arms and shoulders, while still keeping his leanness. Simply put, this island life is agreeing with him.
But his problem. Back to that. We’re not just going to let that go. He gets on the back of his bright orange Suzuki Hayabusa and heads towards…. his juice bar he owns on the beach?
Yup, turns out when Nighthawk was injured, he rebuilt his life the way he wanted. And this, living on the beach and relaxing, is the life he wanted.
That problem? Turns out his day manager forgot to order enough pineapples and oranges for the Sunshine smoothie that is the juice bar’s best drink.
So, Nighthawk went and picked up 4 crates each. There is no stress, no emotionless robot here. This is someone who is, heart and soul, happy.
Clad in a baby-blue Hawaiian shirt, orange board shorts, and white sneakers, the “Wrestling Machine” smiles and leans back against his bar, complete happiness evident in his posture as he watches his barback put the citrus fruit away.
“First off, I’m not a machine anymore. A machine is cold, unfeeling, and doesn’t care about anything. It can’t. And honestly, near the end, neither could I.
Do you know what I was like before Steve Awesome injured my leg the last time? I do. I was miserable, and bitter, and disgusted with what my career had turned into. I hid it well, because it wouldn’t have been my place to start complaining and whining. And to all the people in the back who had to deal with me being short with them, not being as kind as I should have been, all I can say is that I’m sorry. That’s not who I wanted to be, and not who I should have been.
And then Steve Awesome injured my leg again. And it brought me something I didn’t know I needed: Truth. The truth of my life before is that I wasn’t happy. I was in pain a lot, and I didn’t know what was wrong with me.
The truth now is that I am happy. It took me more leg injuries than I can count, and a doctor who finally told me I couldn’t rehab where everyone was expecting me to be like a god, but I’m happy now. I live on the beach, with my wife and friends who don’t need me to be their Captain America or their drill sergeant. And if I’m being perfectly honest, I didn’t need the IWF. I didn’t need the aggravation, the sniping behind my back that I just let go because it wasn’t worth it to start the fight.
People who didn’t want to be champions, who never thought of winning ANYTHING because that’d be about taking responsibility for it, sure did take a lot of time to make fun of someone who just wanted to aspire to nothing more than being the best they could be. Hell, a collection of theater kids masquerading as athletes put an outsized amount of time in throwing insults at the one person who NEVER responded.
You’ll notice here that I never said I was coming back. I was more than happy with living and working on the beach, and starting a new life without all the entitled children that make up that locker room. The IWF asked ME. Not the other way around.
I was more than fine, and remain so, with being out of this game for good. But when asked, when begged, I will return. I will be the good soldier that no one else in this company has an interest in being.
29 men in that locker room will be walking out there because they want to win, think they ought to win, and have plans for their victory. But only one of us, only one person, knows the difference between want and need.
I need this win like I need air to breathe. I need to be taken seriously, to prove that I’m not completely past it or completely useless. And one way or another, I’ll find the answer to that question.
As it stands right now, this is the only thing I really need. I need to know, once and for all, if I still have what it takes to mark myself against the very best in the world. Because make no mistake, night in and night out, there is precisely no one on this roster who can touch me. You may think, in your heart of hearts, that you’ve found someone who can. The truth is that they can’t.
And it is LONG past time I remind everyone of what they should have already known, what I have always known. Bell to bell, no one can keep up with me. At the Roulette, I show you. I re-teach the lesson I have allowed far too many of you to go on never having had.
See you at the Roulette. Class is in session.”
Well howdy there pardner.