Post by Marco Keller on Mar 11, 2015 22:12:45 GMT
((OOC: Apologies for the length and lack of content, my laptop died and I had to write this on my phone at work.))
Normally I'd have something more. Normally, I'd be working over things with Adrian, but the truth of the matter is that I don't know where I'd start. Neither of the men I'm being presented with stand out to me in any way, shape or form. They're just...there. And just being there may be enough in some places to earn you accolades and get you lauded, but not here. These are Proving Grounds, not a lounge. You have to keep moving, keep growing. That's something I'm having to come to terms with.
John Tolly? You're generically successful. You've done things that should, on the surface, make you the clear-cut favorite. So why don't they? Why am I not looking at you as a threat on the level of a man like Rob Diamond or Angel Blake?
Because if you were, if you held to the hype, you wouldn't be wrestling me.
You'd be with the big boys and we both know it. The fact is that you have no bite to match your bark. You're here because you need the reconstruction and development that the Proving Grounds provide, and that means that you aren't at the skill level that brought your name to such heights in the first place. Now, make no mistake, half a legend is still better than many men at their absolute best. It just isn't better than me.
And I can't forget the third man in this equation. Ryan Shane...well, apparently I can. Ryan, what are you? What makes you special? Why do I care? I'm struggling and reaching for answers to all of these questions, but they just...stay out of reach. It's actually rather frustrating.
I can learn who you are in the ring, but that's an incomplete picture. I don't just want the how, I want the why. I want to know what drives you and makes you push forward. I want you to be more than a flat cutout that I get to throw over. I'm looking for that opening, that revelation...but it isn't there. Not yet, anyway.
To be honest, this feels strange. I guess I'll just have to live with it. I'm...talking to silence. Hurling words at empty spaces. My mind and instincts tell me there's something there, but...I can't see it. Maybe that's my failing, and I'm just not looking close enough. Or maybe it's yours, and you just aren't enough to look at.
We'll find out, won't we?
Normally I'd have something more. Normally, I'd be working over things with Adrian, but the truth of the matter is that I don't know where I'd start. Neither of the men I'm being presented with stand out to me in any way, shape or form. They're just...there. And just being there may be enough in some places to earn you accolades and get you lauded, but not here. These are Proving Grounds, not a lounge. You have to keep moving, keep growing. That's something I'm having to come to terms with.
John Tolly? You're generically successful. You've done things that should, on the surface, make you the clear-cut favorite. So why don't they? Why am I not looking at you as a threat on the level of a man like Rob Diamond or Angel Blake?
Because if you were, if you held to the hype, you wouldn't be wrestling me.
You'd be with the big boys and we both know it. The fact is that you have no bite to match your bark. You're here because you need the reconstruction and development that the Proving Grounds provide, and that means that you aren't at the skill level that brought your name to such heights in the first place. Now, make no mistake, half a legend is still better than many men at their absolute best. It just isn't better than me.
And I can't forget the third man in this equation. Ryan Shane...well, apparently I can. Ryan, what are you? What makes you special? Why do I care? I'm struggling and reaching for answers to all of these questions, but they just...stay out of reach. It's actually rather frustrating.
I can learn who you are in the ring, but that's an incomplete picture. I don't just want the how, I want the why. I want to know what drives you and makes you push forward. I want you to be more than a flat cutout that I get to throw over. I'm looking for that opening, that revelation...but it isn't there. Not yet, anyway.
To be honest, this feels strange. I guess I'll just have to live with it. I'm...talking to silence. Hurling words at empty spaces. My mind and instincts tell me there's something there, but...I can't see it. Maybe that's my failing, and I'm just not looking close enough. Or maybe it's yours, and you just aren't enough to look at.
We'll find out, won't we?
Well howdy there pardner.