Post by Rick Majors on Oct 6, 2017 21:29:31 GMT -5
It turns out Rick Majors didn’t die.
I was sure he had. Confident even. I would have bet my life on it. He hadn’t appeared in so long that I had nearly forgotten about him. It was better that way. He does not deserve to be remembered. And then – bam – one day last week, there was his voice. It was inside my head. Haunting me. Taunting me. Telling me that everything I knew was wrong.
His voice disappeared almost as quickly as it arrived. When he spoke, it was soft and small and weak. I could barely make out what he was saying. If he wasn’t dead, he was certainly close to it. He was suffering. His time was fading. Good. He wouldn’t come back again. He couldn't come back. I was sure he wouldn’t exist for much longer.
But then yesterday I heard him again.
His voice was clearer, more confident. Could he possibly be getting stronger? Or was I just listening more intently this time? Either way, he was definitely there. And he stuck around a bit longer than the last time to.
“So, I finally won a title, eh?”
My first instinct was to scream “SHUT UP” at him. He hadn’t won anything. And he never will. He’s a loser. He's nothing. I won a title. And then I won another. And, soon, I’ll win one back, one that I never should have lost. I wanted to ridicule him. I wanted to tell him how I had already accomplished more in just a few short months than he had in his entire time in Pure Class Wrestling. But I stopped myself. There’s no point in arguing with a ghost, especially one who is as weak and sad as Rick Majors.
I haven’t heard him speak since, but I have definitely felt his presence. He’s there. He exists. He’s alive. Somehow.
But why is he making himself known at this point? He didn’t show up when his mother arrived at my home, demanding to speak with him. He didn’t say a word when I faced off against Alexa Black, who nearly killed him. So why now?
Is it because the Deadly Rumble is coming up?
Oh yes, the Deadly Rumble. Rick Majors’ one accomplishment in Pure Class Wrestling. He won the 2016 Deadly Rumble. And then he promptly lost the title shot that comes with it. Loser. Typical Rick Majors.
But, even though he is a sad and pathetic soul, his recent appearance has made me think about him. I don’t want to, but my mind wanders to him sometimes. How would he feel if he were in my situation?
Imagine if, after struggling in Pure Class Wrestling for years, he finally claimed the Underground Title. It would have been his first championship in a company that he entered with so much hope in 2012. Instead, he was beaten down for five straight years. Five years of disappointment. Five years of failure. Five years of effort and sacrifice and pain would finally pay off. It would have certainly been emotional for him. He probably would have cried, and rightfully so.
Rick Majors sacrificed so much of his life for professional wrestling and it gave so little back.
The Underground Title would have been his prized possession. It would have meant the world to him. It would have been a symbol that all of his suffering had been worth it. He lost his wife and his friends and his health and his sanity, but he would be a champion again. Even though the Underground Title isn’t the most prestigious title in the company, it would represent hope to him. And, after winning it, he would have believed that it was all worth it, that anything was possible.
But imagine, just imagine, that he then won the North American Title as well? It would have been enough for him to actually believe in life again. To believe in living again. To actually want to wake up in the morning and see what new experiences the fresh day would bring. It would fuel him. It would transform him. It would give him a purpose and a reason to carry on.
And then, what if he lost it all suddenly? We might be at Rick Majors’ funeral right now. Loki might think that it’s hilarious to toy with my emotions right now, but at least I’m strong enough to take it. Poor Rick Majors would have been devastated. If he didn’t take his own life that this point, this disappointment certainly wouldn’t have done any favours for his emotional state and mental fitness.
It would have ended him. He would have lost it. We’re talking about complete disassociation from reality. Imagine finally achieving the one goal that you have been working towards for five years, and then having it all taken away from you in an instant. Now High Tide or Dominator will be Underground King, despite neither of them beating you in a match. Kyle Shane gets to flaunt the North American Championship, even though he stole it out of your hands. Can you imagine the mental turmoil that Rick Majors would be going through? Can you imagine what it would have done to him?
How frazzled would his brain be at this time? How fractured would his sense of self become? He had attempted to take his own life in the past, would he do it again? Would he be successful? Would he return to drinking and prescription drugs? Who else would he have alienated or pushed aside in his desperation, in his insanity? What would he have done? Would he even be able to show up for Deadly Intentions, or would he find himself crying on the floor, clutching his knees in the fetal position? Would he ever get out of bed again?
The recent turn of events regarding the Underground and North American Championships would have broken Rick Majors. They would have destroyed him. He would become even more of a shell of a man than he once was. He would be a broken husk shivering in the wind, ready to be blown over. If these crimes didn’t kill him, he would actually be worse off than if they had. He would wither away and die, slowly and painfully.
It’s a good thing I’m not Rick Majors.
This tragedy won’t weaken me. This injustice won’t destroy me. This insanity will not stop me from moving forward. Not now. Not when the Lord has returned. Rick Majors, wherever you are, I implore you to stay there. This world is not suitable for people like you. You cannot thrive here. Despite whatever you may think of yourself, in reality, you are a wretched leech that sucks the vitality and spirit out of anyone around you. Nobody wants you. Nobody likes you. Nobody cares about you. Stay dead.
Your frailty and insecurity won’t invade my mind. Leave them where they are. I won't let them in. I refuse. Your failures are not my failures. Don’t ever mention them again. Your sorrow is not my sorrow. I have been saved.
You will see how different the two of us are at Deadly Intentions. The world will see.
Praise Seromine
Praise the Lord.
I was sure he had. Confident even. I would have bet my life on it. He hadn’t appeared in so long that I had nearly forgotten about him. It was better that way. He does not deserve to be remembered. And then – bam – one day last week, there was his voice. It was inside my head. Haunting me. Taunting me. Telling me that everything I knew was wrong.
His voice disappeared almost as quickly as it arrived. When he spoke, it was soft and small and weak. I could barely make out what he was saying. If he wasn’t dead, he was certainly close to it. He was suffering. His time was fading. Good. He wouldn’t come back again. He couldn't come back. I was sure he wouldn’t exist for much longer.
But then yesterday I heard him again.
His voice was clearer, more confident. Could he possibly be getting stronger? Or was I just listening more intently this time? Either way, he was definitely there. And he stuck around a bit longer than the last time to.
“So, I finally won a title, eh?”
My first instinct was to scream “SHUT UP” at him. He hadn’t won anything. And he never will. He’s a loser. He's nothing. I won a title. And then I won another. And, soon, I’ll win one back, one that I never should have lost. I wanted to ridicule him. I wanted to tell him how I had already accomplished more in just a few short months than he had in his entire time in Pure Class Wrestling. But I stopped myself. There’s no point in arguing with a ghost, especially one who is as weak and sad as Rick Majors.
I haven’t heard him speak since, but I have definitely felt his presence. He’s there. He exists. He’s alive. Somehow.
But why is he making himself known at this point? He didn’t show up when his mother arrived at my home, demanding to speak with him. He didn’t say a word when I faced off against Alexa Black, who nearly killed him. So why now?
Is it because the Deadly Rumble is coming up?
Oh yes, the Deadly Rumble. Rick Majors’ one accomplishment in Pure Class Wrestling. He won the 2016 Deadly Rumble. And then he promptly lost the title shot that comes with it. Loser. Typical Rick Majors.
But, even though he is a sad and pathetic soul, his recent appearance has made me think about him. I don’t want to, but my mind wanders to him sometimes. How would he feel if he were in my situation?
Imagine if, after struggling in Pure Class Wrestling for years, he finally claimed the Underground Title. It would have been his first championship in a company that he entered with so much hope in 2012. Instead, he was beaten down for five straight years. Five years of disappointment. Five years of failure. Five years of effort and sacrifice and pain would finally pay off. It would have certainly been emotional for him. He probably would have cried, and rightfully so.
Rick Majors sacrificed so much of his life for professional wrestling and it gave so little back.
The Underground Title would have been his prized possession. It would have meant the world to him. It would have been a symbol that all of his suffering had been worth it. He lost his wife and his friends and his health and his sanity, but he would be a champion again. Even though the Underground Title isn’t the most prestigious title in the company, it would represent hope to him. And, after winning it, he would have believed that it was all worth it, that anything was possible.
But imagine, just imagine, that he then won the North American Title as well? It would have been enough for him to actually believe in life again. To believe in living again. To actually want to wake up in the morning and see what new experiences the fresh day would bring. It would fuel him. It would transform him. It would give him a purpose and a reason to carry on.
And then, what if he lost it all suddenly? We might be at Rick Majors’ funeral right now. Loki might think that it’s hilarious to toy with my emotions right now, but at least I’m strong enough to take it. Poor Rick Majors would have been devastated. If he didn’t take his own life that this point, this disappointment certainly wouldn’t have done any favours for his emotional state and mental fitness.
It would have ended him. He would have lost it. We’re talking about complete disassociation from reality. Imagine finally achieving the one goal that you have been working towards for five years, and then having it all taken away from you in an instant. Now High Tide or Dominator will be Underground King, despite neither of them beating you in a match. Kyle Shane gets to flaunt the North American Championship, even though he stole it out of your hands. Can you imagine the mental turmoil that Rick Majors would be going through? Can you imagine what it would have done to him?
How frazzled would his brain be at this time? How fractured would his sense of self become? He had attempted to take his own life in the past, would he do it again? Would he be successful? Would he return to drinking and prescription drugs? Who else would he have alienated or pushed aside in his desperation, in his insanity? What would he have done? Would he even be able to show up for Deadly Intentions, or would he find himself crying on the floor, clutching his knees in the fetal position? Would he ever get out of bed again?
The recent turn of events regarding the Underground and North American Championships would have broken Rick Majors. They would have destroyed him. He would become even more of a shell of a man than he once was. He would be a broken husk shivering in the wind, ready to be blown over. If these crimes didn’t kill him, he would actually be worse off than if they had. He would wither away and die, slowly and painfully.
It’s a good thing I’m not Rick Majors.
This tragedy won’t weaken me. This injustice won’t destroy me. This insanity will not stop me from moving forward. Not now. Not when the Lord has returned. Rick Majors, wherever you are, I implore you to stay there. This world is not suitable for people like you. You cannot thrive here. Despite whatever you may think of yourself, in reality, you are a wretched leech that sucks the vitality and spirit out of anyone around you. Nobody wants you. Nobody likes you. Nobody cares about you. Stay dead.
Your frailty and insecurity won’t invade my mind. Leave them where they are. I won't let them in. I refuse. Your failures are not my failures. Don’t ever mention them again. Your sorrow is not my sorrow. I have been saved.
You will see how different the two of us are at Deadly Intentions. The world will see.
Praise Seromine
Praise the Lord.
