Post by James Gilmore on Mar 11, 2021 20:21:09 GMT
"MY PEACE"
"Dammit..."
James Gilmore swore under his breath as the warmth of the campfire beckoned. He gazed upon his crew, a group of four who had become more than just friends to him. They were his family, his guiding light in a world of darkness, doom, and despair.
"I'm havin' a hard time thinkin'..."
The Islander alum closed his eyes, reflecting upon the journey they had taken together. Fiona was a grieving widow who often had trouble controlling her passions. Rob was a decorated wrestler who, until 2020, never seemed to win the big one. Yulia, JJ's wife, was a traveling marketer who spent most of her days on cruise ships.
Then, there was Caroline...an orphaned Brazilian who was the fruit of their labor as part of the All Infamous Academy.
JJ's voice quivered as he looked at his loved ones, realizing that he too has grown.
"I've made my peace. Knowin' how far we've come, and seein' you all here tonight?!"
He was crying on the inside, and soon...he was crying on the outside as well.
"It's...more than I ever imagined..."
At that moment, JJ began to smile. He had accepted his fate, the choice of going through Hell in order to practice being a father figure. He went around the campfire and hugged his loved ones as tight as he could, one at a time. At long last, the Islander alum had finally found what he had been searching for since he first got into wrestling as a commentator in 2010.
His sense of peace, an aura of fulfillment that was worth more than anything money can ever provide...
"When ya agree to do somethin' in a certain way, you're gonna be held to account for what ya say. When ya sign a contract, it's a bindin' deal that you're expected to uphold. Wrestlin' ain't no different -- you sign a match, you compete in said match regardless of whether or not you agree with its terms.
Even if every fiber of your bein' says somethin's fishy.
I agreed to that match with Warren despite Bertie's lumberjack crap 'cuz I wanted to piss Bertie off and knock HIM off his high horse. I went inside the Death Cage and survived the Abyss, matches that my heart didn't wanna agree with...'cuz in the end, it was all worth it to me. I didn't cower in fear of nobody; I stepped up and did what I had to do.
If you asked a dude or dudette on the street whether or not they'd put themselves through Hell while bein' away from family for weeks on end, they'd probably tell ya 'no way, Jose!' But we HAVE to do this -- it's our livelihood, our callin'. We're here 'cuz we can do what it takes to reach the top of the mountain!
The Roulette is a high mountain to climb.
I want to be on top again -- and I HAVE to make that climb.
Three years ago, I started over on a journey that I should've never given up to begin with. I put my boots on the ground and kept on runnin'. Yet people kept leapfroggin' me all the time 'cuz THEY wanted to find some way to get the champs angry at them, and every time that happened...that got me, a ton. That ain't how this gig's supposed to go; we're supposed to fight for EVERYTHING we get! Donald Trump loved to talk a lot, especially on the Twitter feed, but when he got into the White House?!
He tried his damndest to get stuff done, despite the country's division on so many issues.
All in spite of the hatred from both sides of the aisle, from snobbish elites who clinged to how things were done in the past.
And he MADE people know who he was -- regardless of divisiveness.
Bless the man's heart -- he wasn't perfect, he made mistakes, he did stupid things that made people shake their fists, and honestly...I wish he handed his temper better by layin' off tweetin' 'til he got his head straight. I don't have to fight his fight; I've got my own uphill battle ahead of me. I have to fight against a system that thinks it's okay to use the promise of a fat paycheck as a license to hurt others and destroy livelihoods. The Roulette gives me a chance to put those haters to shame, to take a spin and hit it just right.
I gotta go out there and give everything I've got. I gotta fight like a dude on caffeine, but I promise you...that's EXACTLY what you'll get from me.
Yes, I've made mistakes. Yes, I've my bad days.
But I've made my peace, knowin' what I have to do.
As much as I wanna be sour that Dean Harper had plenty of hands in that one match, Warren was the better dude on that day. As much as I wanna punch Bertie for his bounty business, I have to remind myself that patience is more effective than the sword. If that makes me a boy scout, than so be it. If it means goin' through Hell in order to do what's right, then I'll GLADLY suffer for it.
Maybe it ain't a smart thing to do.
But to turn death into a fightin' chance to live?!
It's the RIGHT thing to do."
To be concluded...
{ WORD COUNT (LibreOffice): 902 }
"Dammit..."
James Gilmore swore under his breath as the warmth of the campfire beckoned. He gazed upon his crew, a group of four who had become more than just friends to him. They were his family, his guiding light in a world of darkness, doom, and despair.
"I'm havin' a hard time thinkin'..."
The Islander alum closed his eyes, reflecting upon the journey they had taken together. Fiona was a grieving widow who often had trouble controlling her passions. Rob was a decorated wrestler who, until 2020, never seemed to win the big one. Yulia, JJ's wife, was a traveling marketer who spent most of her days on cruise ships.
Then, there was Caroline...an orphaned Brazilian who was the fruit of their labor as part of the All Infamous Academy.
JJ's voice quivered as he looked at his loved ones, realizing that he too has grown.
"I've made my peace. Knowin' how far we've come, and seein' you all here tonight?!"
He was crying on the inside, and soon...he was crying on the outside as well.
"It's...more than I ever imagined..."
At that moment, JJ began to smile. He had accepted his fate, the choice of going through Hell in order to practice being a father figure. He went around the campfire and hugged his loved ones as tight as he could, one at a time. At long last, the Islander alum had finally found what he had been searching for since he first got into wrestling as a commentator in 2010.
His sense of peace, an aura of fulfillment that was worth more than anything money can ever provide...
"When ya agree to do somethin' in a certain way, you're gonna be held to account for what ya say. When ya sign a contract, it's a bindin' deal that you're expected to uphold. Wrestlin' ain't no different -- you sign a match, you compete in said match regardless of whether or not you agree with its terms.
Even if every fiber of your bein' says somethin's fishy.
I agreed to that match with Warren despite Bertie's lumberjack crap 'cuz I wanted to piss Bertie off and knock HIM off his high horse. I went inside the Death Cage and survived the Abyss, matches that my heart didn't wanna agree with...'cuz in the end, it was all worth it to me. I didn't cower in fear of nobody; I stepped up and did what I had to do.
If you asked a dude or dudette on the street whether or not they'd put themselves through Hell while bein' away from family for weeks on end, they'd probably tell ya 'no way, Jose!' But we HAVE to do this -- it's our livelihood, our callin'. We're here 'cuz we can do what it takes to reach the top of the mountain!
The Roulette is a high mountain to climb.
I want to be on top again -- and I HAVE to make that climb.
Three years ago, I started over on a journey that I should've never given up to begin with. I put my boots on the ground and kept on runnin'. Yet people kept leapfroggin' me all the time 'cuz THEY wanted to find some way to get the champs angry at them, and every time that happened...that got me, a ton. That ain't how this gig's supposed to go; we're supposed to fight for EVERYTHING we get! Donald Trump loved to talk a lot, especially on the Twitter feed, but when he got into the White House?!
He tried his damndest to get stuff done, despite the country's division on so many issues.
All in spite of the hatred from both sides of the aisle, from snobbish elites who clinged to how things were done in the past.
And he MADE people know who he was -- regardless of divisiveness.
Bless the man's heart -- he wasn't perfect, he made mistakes, he did stupid things that made people shake their fists, and honestly...I wish he handed his temper better by layin' off tweetin' 'til he got his head straight. I don't have to fight his fight; I've got my own uphill battle ahead of me. I have to fight against a system that thinks it's okay to use the promise of a fat paycheck as a license to hurt others and destroy livelihoods. The Roulette gives me a chance to put those haters to shame, to take a spin and hit it just right.
I gotta go out there and give everything I've got. I gotta fight like a dude on caffeine, but I promise you...that's EXACTLY what you'll get from me.
Yes, I've made mistakes. Yes, I've my bad days.
But I've made my peace, knowin' what I have to do.
As much as I wanna be sour that Dean Harper had plenty of hands in that one match, Warren was the better dude on that day. As much as I wanna punch Bertie for his bounty business, I have to remind myself that patience is more effective than the sword. If that makes me a boy scout, than so be it. If it means goin' through Hell in order to do what's right, then I'll GLADLY suffer for it.
Maybe it ain't a smart thing to do.
But to turn death into a fightin' chance to live?!
It's the RIGHT thing to do."
To be concluded...
{ WORD COUNT (LibreOffice): 902 }
Well howdy there pardner.