Post by RAM on Feb 9, 2023 6:07:34 GMT
Our story takes a break...
R.A. Marshall sat in the living room of his house in Watauge, head throbbing due to the recent change in the weather pattern. It had been raining these past few days, with temperatures getting chillier as the hours progressed. Yet as he looked at the tweets on his phone, Ram could only feel two distinctive emotional states come through his mind.
Anger.
Depression.
While Ram had only been in the wrestling business for several months, he learned very quickly that there were those folks who would cross lines in order to get the narrative they sought. It depressed him to no end that several columnists have taken to social media and accused him of half-assing it in the ring. It was bad enough that he had to sit there and respond to those divisive tweets coming from those who pretnded to know who he was.
Yet when someone suggested that the heart attack suffered by his mentor, James Gilmore, was fake?
It crossed the line.
Ram looked up to JJ as a father figure -- perhaps the only semblance of a "father" he ever had in his life. To him, he was the tru "hero" of the tale, the man who'd go out of his way to ensure that he'd navigate a world that wasn't sunshine and rainbows. Ram felt the same way JJ once did years ago, often taking unnecessary shots from those who claimed to know about the wrestling business as a whole. On cue, Ram stood up and marched over to his bathroom. He looked in the mirror and made a solemn vow.
He was going to strike back at those who hated him or his associates.
And nobody was going to be safe.
..."Growing Pains" will return next time...
R.A. Marshall sat in the living room of his house in Watauge, head throbbing due to the recent change in the weather pattern. It had been raining these past few days, with temperatures getting chillier as the hours progressed. Yet as he looked at the tweets on his phone, Ram could only feel two distinctive emotional states come through his mind.
Anger.
Depression.
While Ram had only been in the wrestling business for several months, he learned very quickly that there were those folks who would cross lines in order to get the narrative they sought. It depressed him to no end that several columnists have taken to social media and accused him of half-assing it in the ring. It was bad enough that he had to sit there and respond to those divisive tweets coming from those who pretnded to know who he was.
Yet when someone suggested that the heart attack suffered by his mentor, James Gilmore, was fake?
It crossed the line.
Ram looked up to JJ as a father figure -- perhaps the only semblance of a "father" he ever had in his life. To him, he was the tru "hero" of the tale, the man who'd go out of his way to ensure that he'd navigate a world that wasn't sunshine and rainbows. Ram felt the same way JJ once did years ago, often taking unnecessary shots from those who claimed to know about the wrestling business as a whole. On cue, Ram stood up and marched over to his bathroom. He looked in the mirror and made a solemn vow.
He was going to strike back at those who hated him or his associates.
And nobody was going to be safe.
..."Growing Pains" will return next time...
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Alright, I've had enough of the bullshit.
I've had enough of the disrespect bein' shown towards myself AND other IWF folks in particular.
I meant every word I said when I said that I take this profession VERY personally. Thing is, if the armchair quarterbacks around the world who do nothin' but sit on their fat asses typin' and drinkin' stale beer, REALLY cared about gettin' to know me?! They'd probably know that professional wrestling has been the ONLY avenue in my life that's kept me out of jail. They'd realize that I pour my heart and soul into this business 'cuz I owe my every existence to people like James Gilmore or Fiona McFly.
The media ought to be callin' out those who DON'T step in and take their ass whippin's on a weekly basis!
That's right: where was the REST of Imperial durin' that gauntlet, huh?!
Seriously y'all, where were the supposed "heroes" of 2022 in Pax Stormcrow or Ulf Hednir? Where were previous "villains" like...umm, Mike Laszlo or Roberto Verona?! Where were the Super Diamond Brothers, Dark Tiger, or anyone else for that matter!?! Where were the Steve Awesomes or Andrew Jacobsens of the Imperial galaxy, huh?!
Nowhere to be found, that's where they were.
Despite all the bluster and bullshit about bein' "arger than life" personalities, they manned up and vanished like a fart in the wind!
Call me what y'all will, okay? Call me hotheaded, call me cocky, but y'all gotta stand up and face the truth for once in your lives. Wins or losses don't mean shit to me on a personal level. When I step into that ring against a Mai Everstone or whoever's in front of me, EVERYBODY wins. Not just me, not just the other guy or gal or nonbinary pal -- EVERYBODY goes home happy. 'Cuz the people got to see a rumble, got to see us kick ass in that ring, and there nothin' gives me a hard-on more than walkin' into that locker room after a fun night at the office and realizin' that I'm a step closer to gettin' off probation.
A step closer to havin' the future I WANT to have in this world.
So who does Nick Danger and I get on this Odyssey?! The cult leader Cocytus and his lackey, Miyamoto Okazaki. Yeah...I've heard rumblings that JC and Dean are gonna try and stake a claim to challenge for the tag team titles, but what makes them THINK that their worthy of goin' after those belts, huh?! Same question oughta apply to the Hands of Fate or...yes, even us with the Striking Unit. The answer, while complex it might sound on paper, is as simple as learnin' how to do a hadouken in Street Fight II.
It don't matter whether you THINK you're worthy of somethin'.
One way or another, someone's fixin' to get their asses kicked.
Whether it's me or Nick, the Hand of Fate, whatever...I, for one, want to EARN my shit in this company, okay?! Just like I earned my ticket into the Extinction Event, just like I earned the respect of someone like Nicky Knight, this is one moment that I ain't plannin' on takin' for granted. The real question oughta be...will you, Miyamoto and Cycotus, step up your games to the next level? For all of our sakes, I hope y'all do.
'Cuz it'd be a shame if life just passed you be.
Have at 'em, Nick!
Later.
Well howdy there pardner.