Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 22:10:19 GMT
As Nighthawk sits on the lip of the ring apron at the Wrestle Factory, calmly and coolly removing tape from his hands before heading back to do more amateur wrestling drills, he smiles a coldly brilliant smile that might put you in mind of a supercomputer slowly turning all of its considerable power towards a target. Clad in a white U-Style t-shirt, navy-blue gym shorts with silver trim, and black work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” again smiles as he finishes removing the tape and tosses it into a nearby garbage can.
Nighthawk: “I’ve been at this a long time, longer than I would care to admit. I’ve paid all the dues I’m ever going to pay. I have wrestled in small towns like Twist, Arkansas and Bensenville, Illinois and I’ve wrestled in Madison Square Garden and the Rose Bowl.
Every step along the way, every locker room my shadow darkened, I was told I could get no further than where I was. And every step, every town, now knows just how wrong they were.
And yet, here we are. In no time at all, I’ll be stepping in the ring for the IWF Roulette. And, to a man, everyone thinks I don’t have a shot. People have their favorites, the guys at the top of their proverbial betting sheet, and I am humble enough to realize that I am probably not on that list.
That does not matter though. All that does, all that ever has, is what I do inside that ring. And what I will do when the IWF Roulette hits is simple.
No matter the cost, no matter the pain, I will survive. I will walk through the bombs, take the heaviest of shots, and I will be the last man standing.
Goodnight IWF. May sleep give you the courage to go on.”
Nighthawk: “I’ve been at this a long time, longer than I would care to admit. I’ve paid all the dues I’m ever going to pay. I have wrestled in small towns like Twist, Arkansas and Bensenville, Illinois and I’ve wrestled in Madison Square Garden and the Rose Bowl.
Every step along the way, every locker room my shadow darkened, I was told I could get no further than where I was. And every step, every town, now knows just how wrong they were.
And yet, here we are. In no time at all, I’ll be stepping in the ring for the IWF Roulette. And, to a man, everyone thinks I don’t have a shot. People have their favorites, the guys at the top of their proverbial betting sheet, and I am humble enough to realize that I am probably not on that list.
That does not matter though. All that does, all that ever has, is what I do inside that ring. And what I will do when the IWF Roulette hits is simple.
No matter the cost, no matter the pain, I will survive. I will walk through the bombs, take the heaviest of shots, and I will be the last man standing.
Goodnight IWF. May sleep give you the courage to go on.”
Well howdy there pardner.