Post by Rick Majors on Jan 14, 2020 21:27:53 GMT -5
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“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!”
Fireworks exploded, balloons and confetti came raining down, couples kissed, and the streets rang out with song. Times Square was alive with the excitement and optimism that only a new year can bring.
🎶 Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?🎶
Inside Rick Majors’ apartment, the television clicked off. The room instantly got darker. It was completely quiet for a moment before the distant cheers of someone celebrating in a different unit broke the silence.
Rick Majors sighed.
2020. Another new year. He had survived. While there wasn’t much for an old, broken man to celebrate tonight, there was that. He had survived. He was still here. A few years ago, that didn’t seem likely. When he slit his wrists and passed out on the washroom floor, the idea of being alive in 2020 was unfathomable. When he lost his name, his identity, and his life to the cult of Serominism, he didn’t expect to ever see Rick Majors again, let alone see Rick Majors celebrating the new year alone.
Yes, once again, he was alone.
It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it wasn’t exactly a good thing either. It was just a thing. At this point, simply existing was the best he could hope for. That’s what Holden Ross doesn’t understand. He makes threats. He uses weapons. He tries to maim and dismember his opponents. He thinks that these actions have some kind of affect on Rick Majors. They don’t. Rick Majors shouldn’t even be here. He’s survived far longer than he should have, both in this business and in life. This is all bonus time. The threat of death doesn’t mean anything because death should have come a long time ago.
Should old acquaintance be forgot? Rick Majors doesn’t forget. He remembers the NLCW. He remembers Frank Merritt. He remembers the kind of man he was. And he saw how Holden Ross broke his neck, how he crippled his own father. That was supposed to strike fear into the hearts of those who might dare to oppose him. And it probably worked on a lot of people. But not Rick Majors. His neck has already been broken. It was broken by a better man than Holden Ross will ever be. Rick Majors is already crippled. It happened in the NLCW and Frank Merritt saw it live. There isn’t anything Holden Ross can do to Rick Majors that hasn’t already happened. Hell, even if he tries to kill him, that’s happened before too. Rick Majors was the one who did it to himself.
There are no threats that work at this point. The ball has dropped. 2020 is here. This is a decade Rick Majors should have never seen. So, Holden Ross can do his worst. He can bring whatever violence he wants. It won’t matter.
But the match won’t just be about survival. No, Rick Majors is going to fire back. Holden Ross saw firsthand what Rick Majors is capable of at Collision Course. He isn’t just some punching bag that keeps hanging around while you whale away at it. He packs his own punches too. He’s going to hurt Holden Ross. He’s going to brutalize Holden Ross. He’s going to beat Holden Ross. He has to. But it’s nothing personal. Not anymore. This may have started because of Frank Merritt and Tyler Scott and Seromine, but that’s not where it is right now. This isn’t revenge. This isn’t about proving anything. Rick Majors is coming for the title.
The thought of wanting to win a match to claim a championship felt so strange in Rick Majors’ head. He had never won a title in PCW, not under his own name at least. Gabriel had been Underground King as well as North American Champion. Yes, technically that meant Rick Majors had won a championship, but it didn’t feel that way. He hasn’t earned anything as himself.
Rick Majors has been with PCW since 2012. It’s been nearly eight years since he first walked into the Pure Class Arena. Trauma itself has only been around for nine, so he’s been with PCW a very long time. And for all the Deadly Rumbles and Last Chance Battle Royals and Icey Awards, Rick Majors still hasn’t seen his name go into the PCW record books as a champion. That shouldn’t matter. But it does.
He wants to raise gold over his head. He wants to feel that moment once again. He wants to hear the announcer say “…. and NEW Champion: RICK MAJORS!!!” Not once, not once in eight years of PCW combat has he heard those words. The last time Rick Majors was announced as champion was 2009. It was more than a decade ago. The entire 2010s have come and gone and they amounted to nothing but a decade of disappointment for Rick Majors.
He’d love to have that change. He fought hard to get to this point, to have his name back and to finally feel somewhat comfortable in his skin. Being announced as champion would feel good. It would feel very good.
And for that reason, Rick Majors is terrified. Good things don’t happen to him, not recently anyway. In fact, not for a very long time. When he unified the NLCW’s Cruiserweight and Heavyweight titles in 2007, he was immediately attacked after the bell and injured. When he once again held the company’s top gold in 2009, it came in the shadow of Kelly’s accident. So, Rick Majors is scared. He’s scared that not only do good things never happen for him, but also that, when they do, they’re always followed by even more pain.
Wanting something is scary. For so long he’d convinced himself that he isn’t in this for glory or championships or victories. He made it about looking for a place to belong. When that didn’t work, he changed it into a “movement” and a cause. After that failed, it became about healing and righting past wrongs. Then it was about Seromine. Then it was about revenge. It hasn’t been about anything positive for many, many years. And now, here he was, looking forward to something. He was striving to achieve something. He had a goal. He wanted a title. And, as 2020 arrived, he could admit it to himself.
But that was scary. Who does he think he is? Just because you want something, it doesn’t mean you get it. Just because something would make you feel proud, that doesn’t mean it will happen. He was terrified that he was setting himself up for failure.
But he really wanted to succeed. So, he’d need to be the last man standing. He’d need to give every ounce of everything in his body to win. Holden Ross is a big, strong, tough, and ruthless man. To claim that gold, to earn something that he now really wanted, he’d have to do more than outlast Holden. He’d have to put him down. So he will.
1!
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8!
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10!
“YOUR WINNER, AND …..”
9!
8!
7!
6!
5!
4!
3!
2!
1!
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!”
Fireworks exploded, balloons and confetti came raining down, couples kissed, and the streets rang out with song. Times Square was alive with the excitement and optimism that only a new year can bring.
🎶 Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?🎶
Inside Rick Majors’ apartment, the television clicked off. The room instantly got darker. It was completely quiet for a moment before the distant cheers of someone celebrating in a different unit broke the silence.
Rick Majors sighed.
2020. Another new year. He had survived. While there wasn’t much for an old, broken man to celebrate tonight, there was that. He had survived. He was still here. A few years ago, that didn’t seem likely. When he slit his wrists and passed out on the washroom floor, the idea of being alive in 2020 was unfathomable. When he lost his name, his identity, and his life to the cult of Serominism, he didn’t expect to ever see Rick Majors again, let alone see Rick Majors celebrating the new year alone.
Yes, once again, he was alone.
It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it wasn’t exactly a good thing either. It was just a thing. At this point, simply existing was the best he could hope for. That’s what Holden Ross doesn’t understand. He makes threats. He uses weapons. He tries to maim and dismember his opponents. He thinks that these actions have some kind of affect on Rick Majors. They don’t. Rick Majors shouldn’t even be here. He’s survived far longer than he should have, both in this business and in life. This is all bonus time. The threat of death doesn’t mean anything because death should have come a long time ago.
Should old acquaintance be forgot? Rick Majors doesn’t forget. He remembers the NLCW. He remembers Frank Merritt. He remembers the kind of man he was. And he saw how Holden Ross broke his neck, how he crippled his own father. That was supposed to strike fear into the hearts of those who might dare to oppose him. And it probably worked on a lot of people. But not Rick Majors. His neck has already been broken. It was broken by a better man than Holden Ross will ever be. Rick Majors is already crippled. It happened in the NLCW and Frank Merritt saw it live. There isn’t anything Holden Ross can do to Rick Majors that hasn’t already happened. Hell, even if he tries to kill him, that’s happened before too. Rick Majors was the one who did it to himself.
There are no threats that work at this point. The ball has dropped. 2020 is here. This is a decade Rick Majors should have never seen. So, Holden Ross can do his worst. He can bring whatever violence he wants. It won’t matter.
But the match won’t just be about survival. No, Rick Majors is going to fire back. Holden Ross saw firsthand what Rick Majors is capable of at Collision Course. He isn’t just some punching bag that keeps hanging around while you whale away at it. He packs his own punches too. He’s going to hurt Holden Ross. He’s going to brutalize Holden Ross. He’s going to beat Holden Ross. He has to. But it’s nothing personal. Not anymore. This may have started because of Frank Merritt and Tyler Scott and Seromine, but that’s not where it is right now. This isn’t revenge. This isn’t about proving anything. Rick Majors is coming for the title.
The thought of wanting to win a match to claim a championship felt so strange in Rick Majors’ head. He had never won a title in PCW, not under his own name at least. Gabriel had been Underground King as well as North American Champion. Yes, technically that meant Rick Majors had won a championship, but it didn’t feel that way. He hasn’t earned anything as himself.
Rick Majors has been with PCW since 2012. It’s been nearly eight years since he first walked into the Pure Class Arena. Trauma itself has only been around for nine, so he’s been with PCW a very long time. And for all the Deadly Rumbles and Last Chance Battle Royals and Icey Awards, Rick Majors still hasn’t seen his name go into the PCW record books as a champion. That shouldn’t matter. But it does.
He wants to raise gold over his head. He wants to feel that moment once again. He wants to hear the announcer say “…. and NEW Champion: RICK MAJORS!!!” Not once, not once in eight years of PCW combat has he heard those words. The last time Rick Majors was announced as champion was 2009. It was more than a decade ago. The entire 2010s have come and gone and they amounted to nothing but a decade of disappointment for Rick Majors.
He’d love to have that change. He fought hard to get to this point, to have his name back and to finally feel somewhat comfortable in his skin. Being announced as champion would feel good. It would feel very good.
And for that reason, Rick Majors is terrified. Good things don’t happen to him, not recently anyway. In fact, not for a very long time. When he unified the NLCW’s Cruiserweight and Heavyweight titles in 2007, he was immediately attacked after the bell and injured. When he once again held the company’s top gold in 2009, it came in the shadow of Kelly’s accident. So, Rick Majors is scared. He’s scared that not only do good things never happen for him, but also that, when they do, they’re always followed by even more pain.
Wanting something is scary. For so long he’d convinced himself that he isn’t in this for glory or championships or victories. He made it about looking for a place to belong. When that didn’t work, he changed it into a “movement” and a cause. After that failed, it became about healing and righting past wrongs. Then it was about Seromine. Then it was about revenge. It hasn’t been about anything positive for many, many years. And now, here he was, looking forward to something. He was striving to achieve something. He had a goal. He wanted a title. And, as 2020 arrived, he could admit it to himself.
But that was scary. Who does he think he is? Just because you want something, it doesn’t mean you get it. Just because something would make you feel proud, that doesn’t mean it will happen. He was terrified that he was setting himself up for failure.
But he really wanted to succeed. So, he’d need to be the last man standing. He’d need to give every ounce of everything in his body to win. Holden Ross is a big, strong, tough, and ruthless man. To claim that gold, to earn something that he now really wanted, he’d have to do more than outlast Holden. He’d have to put him down. So he will.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
10!
“YOUR WINNER, AND …..”
