Post by Rick Majors on Dec 2, 2019 23:52:14 GMT -5
Rick Majors has seen a lot of people come and go in his career. And a lot of them have left in less than ideal circumstances. When Rick first broke into the business WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*cough*AAAAAAAAY back in 1997, one of his best friends in the world was a man named Derrick Lambert. The two worked closely together when Majors was running the MWF and they quickly became tag team partners once Rick started wrestling full time. The two traveled the roads together. They competed in indies all around the world. They were tag team champions in company after company after company. They even formed a stable that went by the name of Higher Authority and were inseparable for many, many years. Then, in 2005, Derrick Lambert broke Rick Majors’ neck in a match. On purpose.
Another member of Higher Authority was Chris Champion. Rick and Chris became friends in the early 2000s and very quickly gelled with one another. They got along great inside and outside the ring and often spent long car rides discussing everything to do with wrestling and, later, life itself. They at dinner at each other's houses, knew each other's families, and shared in each other's joys and disappointments for many years. Then, in 2009, Rick Majors left Chris Champion in the ring lifeless and barely breathing after defeating him for the NLCW Undisputed Championship. On purpose.
Once he got to PCW, things mostly stayed the same for Rick Majors. His only consistency was inconsistency. Names drifted in and out of his life and his relationships almost always ended with disastrous consequences. Whitey Ford hated him. Murdoc burned him. Kelli Starr ignored him. Alexa Black kidnapped him. Seromine tried to control him. And one by one they all left. One by one they all disappeared.
Rick Majors is still here.
His personal and professional lives have been a mess since day one. Deep down he knows that all of it is at least 50% his fault. He’s not an easy guy to get along with. He's not the most understanding person. He’s stubborn and selfish. He has a temper. He’s moody and dramatic. He's too focused on the ring. But, for all of his faults, his longevity is the one thing that separates him from the rest. There aren’t too many people from 1997 still around in this business. A lot of the time, his age makes him the butt of jokes. He’s old. That’s obvious. But his insistence on sticking around is all he has.
They all drop off, they all fall, they all walk away… but not Rick Majors. Every day he gets up and fights off the pain that comes with being in this business for almost 20 years. He fights off that pain and he makes his way to the gym or the arena. He gets there and he gives it his all. He’s never been the strongest. He’s never been the fastest. He’s never been the biggest or the most athletic or the most naturally talented. But all those strong, fast, big, athletic, and talented people are out of this industry now. Some of them found incredible fame and fortune. Some of them faded away into obscurity. Rick Majors keeps doing what he’s doing. It's the only thing that has stayed with him this whole time. Day in and day out. He keeps going. He always keeps going. He has to keep going.
One day that’s going to pay off, right?
It was late at night. Rick was having trouble sleeping. That was no surprise. Most nights he has trouble sleeping. Most nights he is awake for hours, staring at the ceiling or the wall or his feet, anxiously fretting about anything and everything from whether he used the right words in text to whether he’s wasting his life. In both cases the answer he usually arrives at is yes, to both questions.
Even on those nights when he actually does manage to fall asleep, he wakes up several times throughout the night. You know how they say some people wake up like twenty times a night or whatever but they don’t remember doing so? Rick Majors remembers each and every time. Usually it’s because he’s in pain. His knee hurts or his neck hurts or his back hurts. Sometimes it’s his soul that hurts. Well, sometimes its his soul hurting that wakes him up. His soul always hurts, but sometimes that hurt fades into the background.
Sometimes he can’t sleep because he’s thinking of a big match. Those are the good nights. That’s the good kind of anxiety, the kind where he’s looking forward to something. Those are the moments he craves. He doesn’t fear stepping into the ring anymore. He knows he could be seriously injured. He could be paralyzed. He could even be killed. He’s accepted all of that. It doesn’t fear him. It motivates him. If he’s going to die in the ring, at least he’d better die putting up a fight.
And that’s what he’s thinking of tonight: the fight he’s going to put up against Holden Ross.
Holden Ross. The son of Frank Merritt, a name from his past that has come back to haunt him. Holden Ross probably thinks he’s causing some incredible psychological damage by bringing up the past and using it against Rick Majors. That’s where he’s mistaken. You can't damage what has already been broken. The past haunts Rick Majors each and every day. The psychological pain has already been inflicted, and it’s been caused by better people than Holden Ross.
That isn’t to say that Holden isn’t dangerous. He is. He definitely is. But at this point it doesn’t matter.
Rick Majors is ready. He’s felt this feeling before. He knows when he’s about to have a great match. He knows when he’s going to give someone hell. And that’s what he feels right now.
It’s the good kind of anxiety.
On Christmas Eve, millions of children won’t be able to sleep because they’re too excited. They can’t wait to see what Santa will bring them. They’ll be practically jumping out of their beds on Christmas morning, ready to tear into some wrapping paper and reveal their gifts.
Tonight, Rick Majors can’t sleep because he’s too excited. He can’t wait to see what the PCW Underground will bring him. He’ll be practically jumping out of his bed on Collision Course morning, ready to tear into Holden Ross and reveal his blood.
Okay, not “jumping out of his bed” exactly. More like limping out of his bed. But the sentiment is the same. He's excited.
There’s no fear here. There’s no hesitation. He’s ready. Is Holden Ross?
Holden Ross is comfortable right now. He has a title on his shoulder and his buddies by his side. He’s the talk of the town. His group is the hottest thing in wrestling. Rick Majors has been scratching and clawing and fighting the entire time that Holden Ross has been joking around with David Hunter and Gerard Angelo. That’s not to say Holden isn’t still capable of maiming people in the ring (Rick Majors knows he is, firsthand) but when the chips are all down and the blood is spilled and the Underground title is on the line, does he still have the drive? Is he still willing to do what he needs to do? This will be a battle of wills. It could all come down to who won't give up. Rick Majors won’t give up. He won’t stay down. He won’t submit. Holden Ross is going to have to kill him. Can he?
Rick Majors has left his opponent lifeless and barely breathing once before. He walked out of that match a champion. The same could happen now, all these years later. Rick Majors isn’t going anywhere. Not yet. Is Holden Ross?
Another member of Higher Authority was Chris Champion. Rick and Chris became friends in the early 2000s and very quickly gelled with one another. They got along great inside and outside the ring and often spent long car rides discussing everything to do with wrestling and, later, life itself. They at dinner at each other's houses, knew each other's families, and shared in each other's joys and disappointments for many years. Then, in 2009, Rick Majors left Chris Champion in the ring lifeless and barely breathing after defeating him for the NLCW Undisputed Championship. On purpose.
Once he got to PCW, things mostly stayed the same for Rick Majors. His only consistency was inconsistency. Names drifted in and out of his life and his relationships almost always ended with disastrous consequences. Whitey Ford hated him. Murdoc burned him. Kelli Starr ignored him. Alexa Black kidnapped him. Seromine tried to control him. And one by one they all left. One by one they all disappeared.
Rick Majors is still here.
His personal and professional lives have been a mess since day one. Deep down he knows that all of it is at least 50% his fault. He’s not an easy guy to get along with. He's not the most understanding person. He’s stubborn and selfish. He has a temper. He’s moody and dramatic. He's too focused on the ring. But, for all of his faults, his longevity is the one thing that separates him from the rest. There aren’t too many people from 1997 still around in this business. A lot of the time, his age makes him the butt of jokes. He’s old. That’s obvious. But his insistence on sticking around is all he has.
They all drop off, they all fall, they all walk away… but not Rick Majors. Every day he gets up and fights off the pain that comes with being in this business for almost 20 years. He fights off that pain and he makes his way to the gym or the arena. He gets there and he gives it his all. He’s never been the strongest. He’s never been the fastest. He’s never been the biggest or the most athletic or the most naturally talented. But all those strong, fast, big, athletic, and talented people are out of this industry now. Some of them found incredible fame and fortune. Some of them faded away into obscurity. Rick Majors keeps doing what he’s doing. It's the only thing that has stayed with him this whole time. Day in and day out. He keeps going. He always keeps going. He has to keep going.
One day that’s going to pay off, right?
It was late at night. Rick was having trouble sleeping. That was no surprise. Most nights he has trouble sleeping. Most nights he is awake for hours, staring at the ceiling or the wall or his feet, anxiously fretting about anything and everything from whether he used the right words in text to whether he’s wasting his life. In both cases the answer he usually arrives at is yes, to both questions.
Even on those nights when he actually does manage to fall asleep, he wakes up several times throughout the night. You know how they say some people wake up like twenty times a night or whatever but they don’t remember doing so? Rick Majors remembers each and every time. Usually it’s because he’s in pain. His knee hurts or his neck hurts or his back hurts. Sometimes it’s his soul that hurts. Well, sometimes its his soul hurting that wakes him up. His soul always hurts, but sometimes that hurt fades into the background.
Sometimes he can’t sleep because he’s thinking of a big match. Those are the good nights. That’s the good kind of anxiety, the kind where he’s looking forward to something. Those are the moments he craves. He doesn’t fear stepping into the ring anymore. He knows he could be seriously injured. He could be paralyzed. He could even be killed. He’s accepted all of that. It doesn’t fear him. It motivates him. If he’s going to die in the ring, at least he’d better die putting up a fight.
And that’s what he’s thinking of tonight: the fight he’s going to put up against Holden Ross.
Holden Ross. The son of Frank Merritt, a name from his past that has come back to haunt him. Holden Ross probably thinks he’s causing some incredible psychological damage by bringing up the past and using it against Rick Majors. That’s where he’s mistaken. You can't damage what has already been broken. The past haunts Rick Majors each and every day. The psychological pain has already been inflicted, and it’s been caused by better people than Holden Ross.
That isn’t to say that Holden isn’t dangerous. He is. He definitely is. But at this point it doesn’t matter.
Rick Majors is ready. He’s felt this feeling before. He knows when he’s about to have a great match. He knows when he’s going to give someone hell. And that’s what he feels right now.
It’s the good kind of anxiety.
On Christmas Eve, millions of children won’t be able to sleep because they’re too excited. They can’t wait to see what Santa will bring them. They’ll be practically jumping out of their beds on Christmas morning, ready to tear into some wrapping paper and reveal their gifts.
Tonight, Rick Majors can’t sleep because he’s too excited. He can’t wait to see what the PCW Underground will bring him. He’ll be practically jumping out of his bed on Collision Course morning, ready to tear into Holden Ross and reveal his blood.
Okay, not “jumping out of his bed” exactly. More like limping out of his bed. But the sentiment is the same. He's excited.
There’s no fear here. There’s no hesitation. He’s ready. Is Holden Ross?
Holden Ross is comfortable right now. He has a title on his shoulder and his buddies by his side. He’s the talk of the town. His group is the hottest thing in wrestling. Rick Majors has been scratching and clawing and fighting the entire time that Holden Ross has been joking around with David Hunter and Gerard Angelo. That’s not to say Holden isn’t still capable of maiming people in the ring (Rick Majors knows he is, firsthand) but when the chips are all down and the blood is spilled and the Underground title is on the line, does he still have the drive? Is he still willing to do what he needs to do? This will be a battle of wills. It could all come down to who won't give up. Rick Majors won’t give up. He won’t stay down. He won’t submit. Holden Ross is going to have to kill him. Can he?
Rick Majors has left his opponent lifeless and barely breathing once before. He walked out of that match a champion. The same could happen now, all these years later. Rick Majors isn’t going anywhere. Not yet. Is Holden Ross?
"Stand firm, and you will win life."
-- Luke 21:19
-- Luke 21:19
