Post by Chris King on Jul 31, 2016 9:44:25 GMT
“We cannot change our past. We cannot change the fact that people act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.”
― Charles R. Swindoll
So this past week, I earned an Invictus championship shot. I beat Zasshu, the current Invictus Champion, in the center of the ring. Having gone back and checked the tape, Noah Field may have had a hand in it. But in the end, I am still a contender for the title. And sometimes, you take the good with the bad. I don't like it in the least. I really wanted to win cleanly.
But... them's the breaks.
On to the next one!
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I've been telling you all about how I got my start in this business; little anecdotes and stories about life on the road and how I got there. It's been fun to reminisce like that, but that time is over.
Now, let's snap back to reality and let you get a glimpse into my everyday life.
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Location: King Residence, Kalamazoo, MI
Date/Time: 26JUL16, 2034 Hours EDT
There's no better feeling than walking over the threshold of your own front door after a hard day's work. It's the American Dream--something I saw my dad do, just about every night of the week--and when I was a kid, I wanted to have that SO BAD. Now, I didn't mean in the "Leave It to Beaver" sense, where Mom was waiting with dinner on the table the minute Dad walked in the door, hanging up his hat and shouting, "HONEY, I'M HOME!" Instead, I just wanted to know that when I came home, someone would be waiting for me.
I finally have that.
Chris King: Hey honey? Have you seen my tapes on Noah Field? I thought I had them right here by the computer...
So I'm in my den, trying to get ready to do some research on my opponent for this week, when I realize I've misplaced the damn videos I was going to watch. You see, as I've stated before, being a member of the Michigan Wolverine football team has taught me one really important lesson: You can never be too prepared.
My wife, Lily King (nee Ravensdale) appeared, wearing one of my old jerseys and a pair of sweats with strategically accentuated holes 'worn' in the knees, mid-thighs and around back near the buttocks. She knew what outfits like that did to me, and I think she was happy to have me home for now as well.
Lily Ravensdale-King: I don't know what you did with them, Chris.
She smirked at me and removed her right hand from behind her back, holding up the DVDs I'd had made of all of Noah Field's matches in "that other promotion". I smirked, and she sauntered over to me, handing me the cases with the discs inside. As she did, she planted a firm kiss on my lips, resting her forehead against mine.
Lily Ravensdale-King: Are you sure you'd rather be watching some game tape instead of spending a little more time with me?
I groaned in mock frustration. She KNEW the answer to that question, but I have a process that needs to be completed.
Chris King: Mrs. King, you already know the answer to that...
She smiled, and her soft brown eyes smoldered with unspoken tension.
Lily Ravensdale-King: You know how it makes me feel to hear you say "Mrs. King", don't you...
Chris King: Of course I do, Mrs. King. That's half of why I do it.
Lily Ravensdale-King: Only half?
Chris King: The other half's for me, because I still can't figure out how I got so lucky.
She smiled again, and it sent a warm feeling through me.
Chris King: You know the drill. Game film first, and then downtime.
Lily pushed me down into the seat I had set up, climbing into my lap.
Lily Ravensdale-King: You sure you couldn't put off the game film for just... a little while? You've been gone for three weeks straight.
It HAD been a while.
Chris King: Alright, Mrs. King. You make a convincing argument.
She giggled, planted another kiss on my lips, and dashed off toward the bedroom she and I shared. I didn't like seeing her go, but I sure did like watching her leave.
Film could wait. Good lovin' can't.
...You don't think I'm going to let you see THAT, do you?
Perverts.
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"Here, tell these people something they don't know about me!" - Eminem, 8 Mile
In this business, being original is a lost art form. In fact, the old saying goes, "There's nothing new under the sun." With that said, Noah, I salute you. Listing all my history for everyone to see, while unoriginal, is also uninspired.
Haven't I already told all the viewers about me already? Haven't I detailed that I had to work my ass off for everything I get in life?
Look, I could spend the rest of my time discussing all the ways you're a spoiled little prick who has been using the "god given talent" excuse to lie, cheat and steal your way to everything you've ever had. I could spend the rest of my time discussing how your sister/wife has done nothing but damage your credibility here, and in that "other federation". I could discuss how you've whored yourself out to anyone with an "Inc" after their name to wring more money out of sponsors than a NASCAR driver. I could even spend some time discussing your continued obsession with me, even though you claim that I'm a natural loser and beneath your time and effort.
But I'm not going to do that.
I don't want to do that.
Instead, I want to talk about how satisfying it will be to take you down at Lineage. I want to talk about how someone without all the "God given talent" you've been blessed with is going to mop the floor with you. I want to talk about how embarrassing it will be for the progeny of one of the most legendary wrestlers in all of the sport to lose to the son of a factory worker and a stay-at-home mom.
But that's not the icing on the cake.
No, the best part of Lineage will be my opportunity to shove you back down the ladder where you belong, so you can EARN your place. Nobody's ever been able to do that, you know. No matter how many matches you lose, or cheat your way into winning, nobody would ever force you into the pecking order.
I finally get my redemption for that bullshit victory you've been claiming since we got here, and you learn that a Prince will never truly topple a King.
See you in Hartford on Sunday, bitch boy.
END TRANSMISSION
― Charles R. Swindoll
So this past week, I earned an Invictus championship shot. I beat Zasshu, the current Invictus Champion, in the center of the ring. Having gone back and checked the tape, Noah Field may have had a hand in it. But in the end, I am still a contender for the title. And sometimes, you take the good with the bad. I don't like it in the least. I really wanted to win cleanly.
But... them's the breaks.
On to the next one!
------------
I've been telling you all about how I got my start in this business; little anecdotes and stories about life on the road and how I got there. It's been fun to reminisce like that, but that time is over.
Now, let's snap back to reality and let you get a glimpse into my everyday life.
------------
Location: King Residence, Kalamazoo, MI
Date/Time: 26JUL16, 2034 Hours EDT
There's no better feeling than walking over the threshold of your own front door after a hard day's work. It's the American Dream--something I saw my dad do, just about every night of the week--and when I was a kid, I wanted to have that SO BAD. Now, I didn't mean in the "Leave It to Beaver" sense, where Mom was waiting with dinner on the table the minute Dad walked in the door, hanging up his hat and shouting, "HONEY, I'M HOME!" Instead, I just wanted to know that when I came home, someone would be waiting for me.
I finally have that.
Chris King: Hey honey? Have you seen my tapes on Noah Field? I thought I had them right here by the computer...
So I'm in my den, trying to get ready to do some research on my opponent for this week, when I realize I've misplaced the damn videos I was going to watch. You see, as I've stated before, being a member of the Michigan Wolverine football team has taught me one really important lesson: You can never be too prepared.
My wife, Lily King (nee Ravensdale) appeared, wearing one of my old jerseys and a pair of sweats with strategically accentuated holes 'worn' in the knees, mid-thighs and around back near the buttocks. She knew what outfits like that did to me, and I think she was happy to have me home for now as well.
Lily Ravensdale-King: I don't know what you did with them, Chris.
She smirked at me and removed her right hand from behind her back, holding up the DVDs I'd had made of all of Noah Field's matches in "that other promotion". I smirked, and she sauntered over to me, handing me the cases with the discs inside. As she did, she planted a firm kiss on my lips, resting her forehead against mine.
Lily Ravensdale-King: Are you sure you'd rather be watching some game tape instead of spending a little more time with me?
I groaned in mock frustration. She KNEW the answer to that question, but I have a process that needs to be completed.
Chris King: Mrs. King, you already know the answer to that...
She smiled, and her soft brown eyes smoldered with unspoken tension.
Lily Ravensdale-King: You know how it makes me feel to hear you say "Mrs. King", don't you...
Chris King: Of course I do, Mrs. King. That's half of why I do it.
Lily Ravensdale-King: Only half?
Chris King: The other half's for me, because I still can't figure out how I got so lucky.
She smiled again, and it sent a warm feeling through me.
Chris King: You know the drill. Game film first, and then downtime.
Lily pushed me down into the seat I had set up, climbing into my lap.
Lily Ravensdale-King: You sure you couldn't put off the game film for just... a little while? You've been gone for three weeks straight.
It HAD been a while.
Chris King: Alright, Mrs. King. You make a convincing argument.
She giggled, planted another kiss on my lips, and dashed off toward the bedroom she and I shared. I didn't like seeing her go, but I sure did like watching her leave.
Film could wait. Good lovin' can't.
...You don't think I'm going to let you see THAT, do you?
Perverts.
------------
"Here, tell these people something they don't know about me!" - Eminem, 8 Mile
In this business, being original is a lost art form. In fact, the old saying goes, "There's nothing new under the sun." With that said, Noah, I salute you. Listing all my history for everyone to see, while unoriginal, is also uninspired.
Haven't I already told all the viewers about me already? Haven't I detailed that I had to work my ass off for everything I get in life?
Look, I could spend the rest of my time discussing all the ways you're a spoiled little prick who has been using the "god given talent" excuse to lie, cheat and steal your way to everything you've ever had. I could spend the rest of my time discussing how your sister/wife has done nothing but damage your credibility here, and in that "other federation". I could discuss how you've whored yourself out to anyone with an "Inc" after their name to wring more money out of sponsors than a NASCAR driver. I could even spend some time discussing your continued obsession with me, even though you claim that I'm a natural loser and beneath your time and effort.
But I'm not going to do that.
I don't want to do that.
Instead, I want to talk about how satisfying it will be to take you down at Lineage. I want to talk about how someone without all the "God given talent" you've been blessed with is going to mop the floor with you. I want to talk about how embarrassing it will be for the progeny of one of the most legendary wrestlers in all of the sport to lose to the son of a factory worker and a stay-at-home mom.
But that's not the icing on the cake.
No, the best part of Lineage will be my opportunity to shove you back down the ladder where you belong, so you can EARN your place. Nobody's ever been able to do that, you know. No matter how many matches you lose, or cheat your way into winning, nobody would ever force you into the pecking order.
I finally get my redemption for that bullshit victory you've been claiming since we got here, and you learn that a Prince will never truly topple a King.
See you in Hartford on Sunday, bitch boy.
END TRANSMISSION
Well howdy there pardner.