Post by James Gilmore on Mar 14, 2021 3:30:27 GMT
"HEROES"
"When I'm on the road, munchin' on burgers or signin' autographs, I hear a lot of questions from different kinds of people. Many ask me...'why JJ?! Why would ya put yourself through Hell, get knocked down, and get back up again?!'...and I give an answer that's pretty simple. It's 'cuz if I DON'T stand up, it will give the next big bully who wants to do people harm a license to justify their actions. It will give 'em a chance to break people down 'til they force that person to bow to their will.
I'd be a bigger bully for sittin' idle and allowin' it to happen.
And I, for one, don't wanna see that happen to anyone.
I understand, dudes and dudettes, that what I'm doin' now ain't easy. I've been part of the wrestlin' gig for half as long as, say, Spike Kane or Rob Diamond. Yet now...I'm one of them, a veteran -- part of the old guard...at least, by Imperial standards. Yet all these years, I've felt like as if I've been fightin' this rumble my entire life. With that rumble comes the bumps, the breaks, the bruises, the mistakes...and the questions of 'why.'
'Why would ya wanna fight despite a coward who wants your head on a platter?!
A coward who's too chicken to fight like a real man, mano-y-mano?!'
Those who ask me are gonna learn the same lesson: words can't stop me. Deeds ain't gonna stop me from keepin' the rumble goin'. Robero Verona is tryin' his damndest, and those who support him understand that he's tryin'. They wanna know...'JJ, why would you subject yourself to the Roulette?!' Why would I WANT to put myself through one of the most gruelin' matches on the docket, despite the fact there's a price on my head?! Why would I NOT wanna follow the lead of those who've jumped Champs and got title matches in that matter?!
It is as I said earlier:
I understand Warren Kane wants to offer me a rematch, but...I have to keep remindin' myself that patience is more effective than the sword. If I'm gonna get this rematch he's offerin', I'm gonna do it the LONG AND HARD way -- by provin' I can be better than that. I want to hold myself to a higher standard than that! It makes me sad to know that there are people, men and women, who would pass money around like Trojan condoms in order to avoid fightin' like REAL Champions.
I understand...money does help, but surely it ain't THAT important. Love and friendship...that can go a long way if ya don't have two pennies to rub together, more fulfillin' too. If ya don't stick to somethin' like values, then they ain't values. They're just your favorite things to do. Wrestlin' ain't just my favorite thing to do...hey, this is my job, my way of livin'. This is what I do and what I am -- both as a competitor and a coach.
But that ain't ALL I wanna be!
I wanna put Bertie Verona in his place. I wanna be a three-time World Champion. I wanna prove that, after all these years of bein' laughed at, I belong among this company's elite. I ain't the best in the world, mainly 'cuz there's gonna be peeps who will knock you down off your perch. I don't want to say I'm unbeatable 'cuz...well, that ain't what I wanna be. I wanna be someone people can be proud of, someone they can get behind, even if I do screw up.
After all...I still have so much to learn myself. I wanna learn -- and I wanna teach people -- that heroes can still prosper and flourish in a world that thinks it's okay to throw the promise of money around while avoidin' a good, honest rumble. Bertie can keep his million bucks, but I'm gonna be a far richer MAN than anything he'll ever be.
That's a helluva victory worth fightin' for...!!!"
James Gilmore continued to walk around the warm campfire, looking at his wife Yulia and his friends with love and aulation. It had so much more than anything he could've ever imagined, but now...he was at peace, comforted by the fact that he wasn't going to be alone in this journey.
"At least," his wife Yulia chimed in with a smile. "It is very good to hear that you are coming out of your shell."
"Yeah Little Bear," Rob spoke. "We wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you."
"JJ...I owe you my life," Fiona quivered with a tear in her eye. "I'd be dead if you weren't arond."
"If it means anything, I forgive you of any and all debt ya think ya owe me. Y'all did the work, I was along for the ride, but...it ain't over yet," the Islander alum announced. He had grown weary of the price Roberto Verona had placed on his head, but he knew what must be done. Caroline, the eager Brazilian student, chimed in with a hint of fire in her eyes.
"What about the bounty from grumpy Roberto? He might put one on all of us...," Caroline worried.
JJ sighed as he gazed at the stars, content to let his friends answer the eager Brazilian's question.
"It's simple Crazy Bear," Rob said. "We live our lives as if this bounty never existed."
"Aye!," Fiona added. "If we're going to be damned, let's be damned for what we really are. Even if you, JJ, snore in your sleep..."
Yulia snicked at her husband's expense. Rob, Fiona, and Caroline joined in on the fun. JJ, for what it's worth, took it all in stride.
"What else can I say...?!"
He paused, trying to keep a straight face. Yet deep down, the love for his crew -- his family -- showed its true form.
"You guys...are the best..."
The end.
{ WORD COUNT (LibreOffice): 984 }
"When I'm on the road, munchin' on burgers or signin' autographs, I hear a lot of questions from different kinds of people. Many ask me...'why JJ?! Why would ya put yourself through Hell, get knocked down, and get back up again?!'...and I give an answer that's pretty simple. It's 'cuz if I DON'T stand up, it will give the next big bully who wants to do people harm a license to justify their actions. It will give 'em a chance to break people down 'til they force that person to bow to their will.
I'd be a bigger bully for sittin' idle and allowin' it to happen.
And I, for one, don't wanna see that happen to anyone.
I understand, dudes and dudettes, that what I'm doin' now ain't easy. I've been part of the wrestlin' gig for half as long as, say, Spike Kane or Rob Diamond. Yet now...I'm one of them, a veteran -- part of the old guard...at least, by Imperial standards. Yet all these years, I've felt like as if I've been fightin' this rumble my entire life. With that rumble comes the bumps, the breaks, the bruises, the mistakes...and the questions of 'why.'
'Why would ya wanna fight despite a coward who wants your head on a platter?!
A coward who's too chicken to fight like a real man, mano-y-mano?!'
Those who ask me are gonna learn the same lesson: words can't stop me. Deeds ain't gonna stop me from keepin' the rumble goin'. Robero Verona is tryin' his damndest, and those who support him understand that he's tryin'. They wanna know...'JJ, why would you subject yourself to the Roulette?!' Why would I WANT to put myself through one of the most gruelin' matches on the docket, despite the fact there's a price on my head?! Why would I NOT wanna follow the lead of those who've jumped Champs and got title matches in that matter?!
It is as I said earlier:
I understand Warren Kane wants to offer me a rematch, but...I have to keep remindin' myself that patience is more effective than the sword. If I'm gonna get this rematch he's offerin', I'm gonna do it the LONG AND HARD way -- by provin' I can be better than that. I want to hold myself to a higher standard than that! It makes me sad to know that there are people, men and women, who would pass money around like Trojan condoms in order to avoid fightin' like REAL Champions.
I understand...money does help, but surely it ain't THAT important. Love and friendship...that can go a long way if ya don't have two pennies to rub together, more fulfillin' too. If ya don't stick to somethin' like values, then they ain't values. They're just your favorite things to do. Wrestlin' ain't just my favorite thing to do...hey, this is my job, my way of livin'. This is what I do and what I am -- both as a competitor and a coach.
But that ain't ALL I wanna be!
I wanna put Bertie Verona in his place. I wanna be a three-time World Champion. I wanna prove that, after all these years of bein' laughed at, I belong among this company's elite. I ain't the best in the world, mainly 'cuz there's gonna be peeps who will knock you down off your perch. I don't want to say I'm unbeatable 'cuz...well, that ain't what I wanna be. I wanna be someone people can be proud of, someone they can get behind, even if I do screw up.
After all...I still have so much to learn myself. I wanna learn -- and I wanna teach people -- that heroes can still prosper and flourish in a world that thinks it's okay to throw the promise of money around while avoidin' a good, honest rumble. Bertie can keep his million bucks, but I'm gonna be a far richer MAN than anything he'll ever be.
That's a helluva victory worth fightin' for...!!!"
James Gilmore continued to walk around the warm campfire, looking at his wife Yulia and his friends with love and aulation. It had so much more than anything he could've ever imagined, but now...he was at peace, comforted by the fact that he wasn't going to be alone in this journey.
"At least," his wife Yulia chimed in with a smile. "It is very good to hear that you are coming out of your shell."
"Yeah Little Bear," Rob spoke. "We wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you."
"JJ...I owe you my life," Fiona quivered with a tear in her eye. "I'd be dead if you weren't arond."
"If it means anything, I forgive you of any and all debt ya think ya owe me. Y'all did the work, I was along for the ride, but...it ain't over yet," the Islander alum announced. He had grown weary of the price Roberto Verona had placed on his head, but he knew what must be done. Caroline, the eager Brazilian student, chimed in with a hint of fire in her eyes.
"What about the bounty from grumpy Roberto? He might put one on all of us...," Caroline worried.
JJ sighed as he gazed at the stars, content to let his friends answer the eager Brazilian's question.
"It's simple Crazy Bear," Rob said. "We live our lives as if this bounty never existed."
"Aye!," Fiona added. "If we're going to be damned, let's be damned for what we really are. Even if you, JJ, snore in your sleep..."
Yulia snicked at her husband's expense. Rob, Fiona, and Caroline joined in on the fun. JJ, for what it's worth, took it all in stride.
"What else can I say...?!"
He paused, trying to keep a straight face. Yet deep down, the love for his crew -- his family -- showed its true form.
"You guys...are the best..."
The end.
{ WORD COUNT (LibreOffice): 984 }
Well howdy there pardner.