Post by High Tide on Feb 12, 2018 19:33:29 GMT -5
The question of the night was how could my own mind be trusted. Hadn't it been fooled before? I guess that's really two questions, but that can't be helped. Not now. Not this close to the Day of Enlightenment. I couldn't be any more grateful than I was about Razor Blade's request...demand to hold off on their grand unveiling until the following show. Apparently “something had come up” and “They'll be looking at me, the greatest of all time, it will be nothing if I'm not there.” He had a point though, I had to admit it.
As I poured my self an obnoxiously tall glass of rum, I reflected upon this rather brash and confident statement Razor Blade had made. To be honest, I wasn't exactly sure if Razor Blade was any more enlightened than the rest of PCW at this point, and to be honest I was totally okay with that. No, that wasn't Razor Blade's area of expertise. The man was charismatic, strong, brutal, and he was right. When Razor Blade stepped onto the ramp, or into the ring, everybody's heads were turning in his direction. The man was a master of drawing attention, whether it was good or bad didn't matter to me. I just needed people to stop and look, and with Razor Blade on board, that sure as hell was going to happen one way or the other. Then, just maybe then, enlightenment could happen.
I kicked my feet up, considering my cramped quarters, my favourite chair and bed practically touched. I could put my feet down, but today was a day of relaxation and reflection. Going forward it would be some of the most crucial days of my PCW career, and not because there was a title up for grabs, or an important match to be won. True, there was a point to be made in the match against Dominator, and the newly rising duo of Stormm and Johnny Matthews, but it wasn't the most important part of my lane. We would show them that we weren't a force to be trifled with, Dominator might be the King of the Underground, a division that consisted of one on one (or one on one on one) matches, but this wasn't his playground anymore. I smiled to myself taking a long drink from my overly tall glass; this was my playground now. As removed as it might be, mine and Wasp's multiple title reigns in the Tag Division were nothing to be laughed at. What kind of a match was this? You guessed it a tag division.
Dominator and Trouble were the wildcards in this match, as they both mostly focused on singles matches. However the PCW world had already seen that Trouble was capable of holding her own against Dominator, even if she couldn't secure the victory. How many people on the roster had put up the kind of fight she had? I couldn't name many myself. Then it came down to The Sea Men against Stormm and Matthews and while they might be better singles competitors than me and Wasp, I was almost certain our tag experience, our natural synergy, would reign supreme.
I shook my head as I allowed myself a couple moments to allow my eyes to drift over to the flickering images that came through on my tiny little thirteen inch tv, that only got a couple of channels. It got the news though and I felt myself disappointed in the state of the world. Shaking my head I reached for the remote shaking it off. I couldn't let myself become distracted. Now was not the time to watch the news, or think about the upcoming match. No, now was the time to make sure that I understood to the fullest of my extent PCW Order and the Day of Enlightening. Did I understand it to the fullest? Probably not, I mused to myself as I sipped at my drink again, allowing the warmth to wash over my throat. As with anything in life, no one would fully understand everything that was just the nature of things. Life was unpredictable, so was PCW Order to an extent. At least I was confident no one knew what was about to come down, knowledge so powerful, a way so endearing it would win over the masses. And if it didn't? So be it. Only the strong survived, and I could count on my strength. The strength of my fellow enlightened. The strength of the way of thinking, the concept, the higher level idea that was PCW Order. I could count on all of that.
Hours seemed to pass for me as I reflected upon all that I had learned since I had first been shown the way of PCW Order. It wasn't fair to say I had been shown, rather I had come across the ideas in my mind, bits and pieces that with further research had expanded my mind to a place where everything could be tied together. The path had been set before me to walk upon, all the facts lined up neatly and in a timeline that made sense. Perfect and complete sense. I couldn't give the PCW world all of it at once, oh no, the sheer weight and amount of knowledge would crush them. Myself I hadn't learned it all at once. Yet I hoped it would click for others, it would offer him less resistance. Once they saw how things were to be, I hoped they would understand.
I opened my eyes, and blinked three times. Yes I was back, back in my crappy little dwelling with the tv flashing annoyingly at me. I downed the rest of my rum, mentally thanking it for the clarity it provided me. No longer did I ride the euphoric wave of knowledge that was PCW Order, but the rum would take the edge off that. For now my reflection was complete and I knew the first step would be to get the people ready; to be taken seriously as I spoke to them. After that, well it was only a matter of proving a point when he stepped in the ring. After that, it would just be the natural Order of things. I smiled to myself, oh yes, a point would be proven one way or another and then they would see.
They would see the preview of what was to come.
As I poured my self an obnoxiously tall glass of rum, I reflected upon this rather brash and confident statement Razor Blade had made. To be honest, I wasn't exactly sure if Razor Blade was any more enlightened than the rest of PCW at this point, and to be honest I was totally okay with that. No, that wasn't Razor Blade's area of expertise. The man was charismatic, strong, brutal, and he was right. When Razor Blade stepped onto the ramp, or into the ring, everybody's heads were turning in his direction. The man was a master of drawing attention, whether it was good or bad didn't matter to me. I just needed people to stop and look, and with Razor Blade on board, that sure as hell was going to happen one way or the other. Then, just maybe then, enlightenment could happen.
I kicked my feet up, considering my cramped quarters, my favourite chair and bed practically touched. I could put my feet down, but today was a day of relaxation and reflection. Going forward it would be some of the most crucial days of my PCW career, and not because there was a title up for grabs, or an important match to be won. True, there was a point to be made in the match against Dominator, and the newly rising duo of Stormm and Johnny Matthews, but it wasn't the most important part of my lane. We would show them that we weren't a force to be trifled with, Dominator might be the King of the Underground, a division that consisted of one on one (or one on one on one) matches, but this wasn't his playground anymore. I smiled to myself taking a long drink from my overly tall glass; this was my playground now. As removed as it might be, mine and Wasp's multiple title reigns in the Tag Division were nothing to be laughed at. What kind of a match was this? You guessed it a tag division.
Dominator and Trouble were the wildcards in this match, as they both mostly focused on singles matches. However the PCW world had already seen that Trouble was capable of holding her own against Dominator, even if she couldn't secure the victory. How many people on the roster had put up the kind of fight she had? I couldn't name many myself. Then it came down to The Sea Men against Stormm and Matthews and while they might be better singles competitors than me and Wasp, I was almost certain our tag experience, our natural synergy, would reign supreme.
I shook my head as I allowed myself a couple moments to allow my eyes to drift over to the flickering images that came through on my tiny little thirteen inch tv, that only got a couple of channels. It got the news though and I felt myself disappointed in the state of the world. Shaking my head I reached for the remote shaking it off. I couldn't let myself become distracted. Now was not the time to watch the news, or think about the upcoming match. No, now was the time to make sure that I understood to the fullest of my extent PCW Order and the Day of Enlightening. Did I understand it to the fullest? Probably not, I mused to myself as I sipped at my drink again, allowing the warmth to wash over my throat. As with anything in life, no one would fully understand everything that was just the nature of things. Life was unpredictable, so was PCW Order to an extent. At least I was confident no one knew what was about to come down, knowledge so powerful, a way so endearing it would win over the masses. And if it didn't? So be it. Only the strong survived, and I could count on my strength. The strength of my fellow enlightened. The strength of the way of thinking, the concept, the higher level idea that was PCW Order. I could count on all of that.
Hours seemed to pass for me as I reflected upon all that I had learned since I had first been shown the way of PCW Order. It wasn't fair to say I had been shown, rather I had come across the ideas in my mind, bits and pieces that with further research had expanded my mind to a place where everything could be tied together. The path had been set before me to walk upon, all the facts lined up neatly and in a timeline that made sense. Perfect and complete sense. I couldn't give the PCW world all of it at once, oh no, the sheer weight and amount of knowledge would crush them. Myself I hadn't learned it all at once. Yet I hoped it would click for others, it would offer him less resistance. Once they saw how things were to be, I hoped they would understand.
I opened my eyes, and blinked three times. Yes I was back, back in my crappy little dwelling with the tv flashing annoyingly at me. I downed the rest of my rum, mentally thanking it for the clarity it provided me. No longer did I ride the euphoric wave of knowledge that was PCW Order, but the rum would take the edge off that. For now my reflection was complete and I knew the first step would be to get the people ready; to be taken seriously as I spoke to them. After that, well it was only a matter of proving a point when he stepped in the ring. After that, it would just be the natural Order of things. I smiled to myself, oh yes, a point would be proven one way or another and then they would see.
They would see the preview of what was to come.
