It’s Weird Being Rick Majors Again
Mar 10, 2019 19:47:29 GMT -5
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Post by Rick Majors on Mar 10, 2019 19:47:29 GMT -5
“Welcome to the Super Wrestle Fan Podcast! I’m your host, Chuck Grapple and with me today is one of our long-time guests, my good friend Larry Dorton. Welcome, Larry.”
“Great to be here again, Chuck.”
“Now, of course, on today’s show we’re going to talk about the huge PCW event coming up next week, that would be Mass Destruction. Just quickly to get things started, what are your thoughts on the card, Larry?”
“I’m pretty excited for it. There’s going to be a lot of great matches. Of course, Kyle Shane versus Gerard Angelo in a cage is a must-see, but there are at least four or five other massive matches on that card that I’m really looking forward to.”
“You’re right, Larry. The card is stacked. Just look at it: Sicko and David Hunter for the Underground Title, Grimm versus Seromine, Joey Handy facing Alexa Black in a scaffold match, Stormm defending the North American Title against Dominator, and a number one contender match for the Underground title that will see Tyler Scott face Cory Steel. That’s one hell of a lineup.”
“Of course, the one match we haven’t mentioned yet is the match we’re going to discuss first, and that’s Rick Majors versus Holden Ross.”
“Yeah, to be honest Larry, I’m not too excited about that one.”
“I know what you mean, and I’m glad you mentioned it, because I feel the same way. I know it will probably be the opening match, but it kind of brings down the whole card for me.”
“Me too, and let me tell you why. I’m just not interested in Rick Majors. Like, not at all. The Gabriel character was an interesting one and it was fun to see his transformation, but Rick Majors as a wrestler doesn’t do anything for me. They try to promote him as some wrestling legend, but all that tells me is that he’s old.”
“Seriously. I know he won some titles like a decade ago in another company, but that means very little to me. This is PCW in 2019 and I don’t think Rick Majors has what it takes to compete in this company right now.”
“And it’s such a huge waste of Holden Ross, who I think has a bright future ahead of him. If anything, he should be a part of that number one contender match, not slumming it against a guy who’s nearly 50.”
“Majors must have some friends on the booking committee or, like, nude photos of someone or something, because they just shoehorned him into this show at the last minute. He hasn’t been around in months, suddenly he hits someone with a baseball bat and he’s on the card at the biggest show of the year? That doesn’t sit right with me.”
“At least he’s just in the opening match. Hopefully it’s a squash and Ross beats him and moves on to something better. I definitely don’t want to watch 20 minutes of Rick Majors struggling in the ring.”
“I never want to wish ill on anyone, but I kind of hope he retires after this. It’s just sad now.”
“He should have retired like five years ago, to be honest.”
At this point, Rick Majors shuts the laptop on the desk in front of him, silencing the podcast. The room is quite dark, with the light from the screen now having been extinguished. Majors leans back in his chair and sighs.
For most of his life he’d been a pack rat. He kept everything. He used to have a box filled with old high school notebooks and drawings he’d done as a child. In his old home, before Kelly left and it was sold, he had an entire room dedicated to memorabilia from his wrestling career. Photographs, gear, title belts, even ticket stubs. They were all there.
And they were all burned when he became Gabriel.
Seromine insisted on it. He told Majors that if he wanted to find success as a new man, he needed to destroy everything about his old life. He had to cut all ties and leave nothing that suggested anything to do with Rick Majors. So that’s what Rick did. He gathered up all of his possessions and set them on fire. Then he walked away from it all, rented a tiny dark apartment, and set up his own private Church of Seromine. All he owned were about five different outfits, some wrestling gear, and so many candles that even Bed Bath & Beyond thought it was ridiculous.
That’s how Gabriel lived for a year and a half.
Now that Rick Majors was back, he needed to start all over again. And that was proving to be more difficult than he assumed. The basics were easy. He found a new home. He actually bought some furniture. He owned a laptop now and a smartphone and more than a week’s worth of clothes. But it wasn’t the same. It was emptier.
It was lonelier. And that why he was sitting here in the dark listening to a podcast.
Rick Majors had learned to live without friends and family many years ago. He was forced to. But now he had to survive without his own life. His name was back, but otherwise he was hollow. Seromine has taken it all. And Majors had believed him. He truly believed he needed Seromine to find hope. He truly believed he needed to throw his old life away. He truly believed that he needed to be reborn.
It was all a lie, but it was a lie that he had given everything to.
And now he was left with nothing.
A substantial piece of his life was missing. It wasn’t just the physical things that were gone either. It was something inside of him. A big chunk of himself was gone. And he didn’t know if it would ever come back or if he could bring it back or what would happen.
But he knew Seromine would pay. One day, he would have to atone for his sins. And it would be brutal. It would be painful. But not yet. It wasn’t time yet. Jason Willard had taken more than a year of Rick Majors’ life. He had taken Rick Majors’ very identity. He had stolen his history, his sense of being, and his soul. So his punishment must be lengthy. It must be excruciating. It must be devastating. And it will happen in time. But not yet.
Right now, Holden Ross was next.
Frank Merritt was a monster of a man and his son is no different. In fact, he’s bigger, he’s meaner, and he’s more brutal. He will likely try to rip Rick Majors limb from limb. And he may succeed. But Majors needed to try to stop him.
At first it was just a quest for revenge, but the more Rick Majors thought about it, the more he realized that it was deeper.
Not only had Holden Ross sided against him and continued to profess his loyalty to Seromine, which would be enough to put him on Rick’s bad side on its own, but it was the fact that Majors felt responsible for him. It was Majors, as Gabriel, who had brought Holden to Willard. It was Rick’s fault that Ross had fallen under this spell. And now, ironically, Majors needed to save Holden Ross. He needed to save him from the state he now lived in.
Rick Majors had been there. He had felt the same rage that now filled Holden Ross’ soul. He had felt the same sense of longing that Ross now felt. Holden Ross looked to Seromine for guidance. Then he turned to David Hunter for the same reason. He wanted to belong. He wanted to be a part of something bigger than himself. And to get there, he has destroyed his past, he has attacked his own family, and he has put himself on a path of destruction. And that can only lead in tragedy.
He needed to be stopped. Not only was he clearly a danger to everyone else, but he was hurting himself as well. Rick Majors has never been great friends with Frank Merritt, but he knew that Merritt had trusted him with his son. He had trusted Majors to guide Ross through the often terrible world of professional wrestling. And Majors had put him on the worst path imaginable. Rick Majors had failed. Again.
So now he needed to stop Holden Ross. Or he needed to die trying.
Rick Majors stands up from his chair.
It’s time to get ready for Mass Destruction.
“Great to be here again, Chuck.”
“Now, of course, on today’s show we’re going to talk about the huge PCW event coming up next week, that would be Mass Destruction. Just quickly to get things started, what are your thoughts on the card, Larry?”
“I’m pretty excited for it. There’s going to be a lot of great matches. Of course, Kyle Shane versus Gerard Angelo in a cage is a must-see, but there are at least four or five other massive matches on that card that I’m really looking forward to.”
“You’re right, Larry. The card is stacked. Just look at it: Sicko and David Hunter for the Underground Title, Grimm versus Seromine, Joey Handy facing Alexa Black in a scaffold match, Stormm defending the North American Title against Dominator, and a number one contender match for the Underground title that will see Tyler Scott face Cory Steel. That’s one hell of a lineup.”
“Of course, the one match we haven’t mentioned yet is the match we’re going to discuss first, and that’s Rick Majors versus Holden Ross.”
“Yeah, to be honest Larry, I’m not too excited about that one.”
“I know what you mean, and I’m glad you mentioned it, because I feel the same way. I know it will probably be the opening match, but it kind of brings down the whole card for me.”
“Me too, and let me tell you why. I’m just not interested in Rick Majors. Like, not at all. The Gabriel character was an interesting one and it was fun to see his transformation, but Rick Majors as a wrestler doesn’t do anything for me. They try to promote him as some wrestling legend, but all that tells me is that he’s old.”
“Seriously. I know he won some titles like a decade ago in another company, but that means very little to me. This is PCW in 2019 and I don’t think Rick Majors has what it takes to compete in this company right now.”
“And it’s such a huge waste of Holden Ross, who I think has a bright future ahead of him. If anything, he should be a part of that number one contender match, not slumming it against a guy who’s nearly 50.”
“Majors must have some friends on the booking committee or, like, nude photos of someone or something, because they just shoehorned him into this show at the last minute. He hasn’t been around in months, suddenly he hits someone with a baseball bat and he’s on the card at the biggest show of the year? That doesn’t sit right with me.”
“At least he’s just in the opening match. Hopefully it’s a squash and Ross beats him and moves on to something better. I definitely don’t want to watch 20 minutes of Rick Majors struggling in the ring.”
“I never want to wish ill on anyone, but I kind of hope he retires after this. It’s just sad now.”
“He should have retired like five years ago, to be honest.”
At this point, Rick Majors shuts the laptop on the desk in front of him, silencing the podcast. The room is quite dark, with the light from the screen now having been extinguished. Majors leans back in his chair and sighs.
For most of his life he’d been a pack rat. He kept everything. He used to have a box filled with old high school notebooks and drawings he’d done as a child. In his old home, before Kelly left and it was sold, he had an entire room dedicated to memorabilia from his wrestling career. Photographs, gear, title belts, even ticket stubs. They were all there.
And they were all burned when he became Gabriel.
Seromine insisted on it. He told Majors that if he wanted to find success as a new man, he needed to destroy everything about his old life. He had to cut all ties and leave nothing that suggested anything to do with Rick Majors. So that’s what Rick did. He gathered up all of his possessions and set them on fire. Then he walked away from it all, rented a tiny dark apartment, and set up his own private Church of Seromine. All he owned were about five different outfits, some wrestling gear, and so many candles that even Bed Bath & Beyond thought it was ridiculous.
That’s how Gabriel lived for a year and a half.
Now that Rick Majors was back, he needed to start all over again. And that was proving to be more difficult than he assumed. The basics were easy. He found a new home. He actually bought some furniture. He owned a laptop now and a smartphone and more than a week’s worth of clothes. But it wasn’t the same. It was emptier.
It was lonelier. And that why he was sitting here in the dark listening to a podcast.
Rick Majors had learned to live without friends and family many years ago. He was forced to. But now he had to survive without his own life. His name was back, but otherwise he was hollow. Seromine has taken it all. And Majors had believed him. He truly believed he needed Seromine to find hope. He truly believed he needed to throw his old life away. He truly believed that he needed to be reborn.
It was all a lie, but it was a lie that he had given everything to.
And now he was left with nothing.
A substantial piece of his life was missing. It wasn’t just the physical things that were gone either. It was something inside of him. A big chunk of himself was gone. And he didn’t know if it would ever come back or if he could bring it back or what would happen.
But he knew Seromine would pay. One day, he would have to atone for his sins. And it would be brutal. It would be painful. But not yet. It wasn’t time yet. Jason Willard had taken more than a year of Rick Majors’ life. He had taken Rick Majors’ very identity. He had stolen his history, his sense of being, and his soul. So his punishment must be lengthy. It must be excruciating. It must be devastating. And it will happen in time. But not yet.
Right now, Holden Ross was next.
Frank Merritt was a monster of a man and his son is no different. In fact, he’s bigger, he’s meaner, and he’s more brutal. He will likely try to rip Rick Majors limb from limb. And he may succeed. But Majors needed to try to stop him.
At first it was just a quest for revenge, but the more Rick Majors thought about it, the more he realized that it was deeper.
Not only had Holden Ross sided against him and continued to profess his loyalty to Seromine, which would be enough to put him on Rick’s bad side on its own, but it was the fact that Majors felt responsible for him. It was Majors, as Gabriel, who had brought Holden to Willard. It was Rick’s fault that Ross had fallen under this spell. And now, ironically, Majors needed to save Holden Ross. He needed to save him from the state he now lived in.
Rick Majors had been there. He had felt the same rage that now filled Holden Ross’ soul. He had felt the same sense of longing that Ross now felt. Holden Ross looked to Seromine for guidance. Then he turned to David Hunter for the same reason. He wanted to belong. He wanted to be a part of something bigger than himself. And to get there, he has destroyed his past, he has attacked his own family, and he has put himself on a path of destruction. And that can only lead in tragedy.
He needed to be stopped. Not only was he clearly a danger to everyone else, but he was hurting himself as well. Rick Majors has never been great friends with Frank Merritt, but he knew that Merritt had trusted him with his son. He had trusted Majors to guide Ross through the often terrible world of professional wrestling. And Majors had put him on the worst path imaginable. Rick Majors had failed. Again.
So now he needed to stop Holden Ross. Or he needed to die trying.
Rick Majors stands up from his chair.
It’s time to get ready for Mass Destruction.
