Post by Murdoc on Oct 3, 2016 2:28:58 GMT -5
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Isn’t it funny?
You reach the end of a chapter, and find you have so much more to say.
A ten-plus year odyssey. Filled with larger-than-life characters, enough conflict and drama to last a lifetime. Triumph and failures galore. I stand here before you today on the edge, overlooking a precipice from which I will never be able to return to again ... and I have so much I want to say to you all. With that comes the dawning realization that absolutely none of it matters. Not in any measurably important way. The narrative could continue for decades with the memories and the emotions that I’ve gained and felt, the experiences of a fully realized life.
... and as I consider what i want to say, it hits me that this is but ONE CHAPTER in my story. A piece of the work. An important bit, but a bit nonetheless.
Everyone is frothing at the mouth about Grimm, The Harvester of Men going head-to-head with Murdoc, The Unclean Beast for the World Championship. The biggest match of the year, if not PCW’s history! Two titans dueling for the ultimate prize, a once-in-a-lifetime encounter. The final battle. I say final, because one way or another ... this will be my last match as an active member of the Pure Class roster.
I’m sure some of you are taken aback by such a declaration.
Some of you aren’t.
Now you may or may not have noticed, but there is no setting here where we sit tonight.
Truth be told, I could shoe-horn in some heavy-handed metaphors and analogies that would only water down what I’m trying to convey ... but I won’t. Not because I can’t, but because everyone else does. Everyone else tells you what you see, everyone else coddles you and makes sure you’re spoon fed what drips out from between their ears. I could do that, but honestly ... we’ve come far enough together over this decade that I’m not going to do that. I'm going to take my last chance to speak with you and do so on equal footing. I won’t talk down to you and tell you what you should see; I’m an insufferable bastard who’s going to make you work for your own information one last time.
However, if you are stumped ... hearing my words in your head but with no picture to put to it ... I can tell you that I imagine a roaring fire between us. Just you and I, sitting on logs across from each other. The orange glow of fire that has served me so well all these years. Dim and wavering these days, but beautiful all the same. And as we sit here, comrades in arms ... I want you to know that I have always and WILL always consider Pure Class Wrestling to be my true home.
I’ve made countless acquaintances. I know very few of you personally, because I am an unbelievably private fuck ... but I respect all of you without question. For the skills you possess, for the talent buried in each of your little hearts. You have always made me feel welcome here. Attacked on sight, muttering complaints ... *sigh* ... you folks sure do know how to make a man feel welcome.
The truth of the matter is that I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to hold the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship. Once. Just once. That’s all I need. But God, do I NEED it. To cap off a career that has been nothing short of magical. If I have to fight through Grimm Hell to get it? Consider it done. Grimm, I’ve always respected you ... but you don’t get to decide when MURDOC is finished.
You don’t have the right. This isn’t your story.
This is MY STORY and only -I- get to say when it’s time for me to go home.
... and the bottom line is that I’m going home after Deadly Intentions.
Pure Class Wrestling, as important as you have been to me ... as pivotal as you have been in my life (personal AND professional), you’re simply not enough anymore. It’s time I move on ... really and truly move on ... to greener pastures. To bigger and better things. I’m starting a family. It's something I've always wanted. Something I’ve not known for the vast majority of my adult life. Something I’ve shoved to the wayside in order to chase the proverbial pot of gold. Nothing you have to offer right now is more important to me, not even the World Championship.
Consider the World Championship a gift, a reward that every single one of you has, at one time, felt me wholly deserving of.
At Deadly Intentions, I WILL beat Grimm for the World Title and I’m taking it with me when I go. Something that I can look at as I begin the next steps into my story. A marker that shows that I am as worthy as anyone and I will not be denied in my happiness OR in my desires. I deserve every last fucking bit of it ... and I deserve no less than the World Title to remind me of that as I continue onward.
You get your epic match ...
I get my glorious final battle ...
... and I, as the author, will finally end this chapter as it was always meant to end.
**FIN**
