Post by Rick Majors on May 5, 2020 21:35:19 GMT -5
"Settle matters quickly with your adversary who is taking you to court. Do it while you are still together on the way, or your adversary may hand you over to the judge, and the judge may hand you over to the officer, and you may be thrown into prison. Truly I tell you, you will not get out until you have paid the last penny."
Living a Legacy 2019
Seromine maneuvers a dead weighted Rick Majors to the center of the ring. Majors winds up collapsing onto his knees. Seromine leads him up a second time.
MAJOR IMPACT FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!! Majors covers Seromine on the spot.
1!
2!
3!!
The arena EXPLODES with cheers. Kelly Chalmers is practically beside herself as Rick has slayed his past. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park gets the crowd into a frenzy as Rick is shown getting his arm raised.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Rick Majors!
Jerry Andrews: What a victory! Majors reached deep for that something extra and put Seromine down!
One year ago, I beat Seromine. One year ago, I vanquished a man who stole 18 months of my life. A man who took my identity. A man who used my weakness and self-doubt for his own personal gain. At least I thought I did. That victory was supposed to be the end of it. I should have closed that chapter of my life one year ago. I should have been free. I should have been able to move on .
But I’m still here. He still has a hold on me. Our lives are now intertwined. Permanently? Hopefully not.
Living a Legacy 2018
Tyler Scott: Ri... Gabriel. I know you have a match, but I just want to talk to you for a moment.
Gabriel: If you're here to try and "turn me back" or cause a rift between myself and Seromine, you're wasting your time.
Tyler Scott: That isn't it at all.
Gabriel stops and listens.
Tyler Scott: I've seen how you've changed since you found Seromine. You've won championships. You've been in main events. You've turned your life around. You were struggling and now you're reborn as a success. Now, Gabriel, you've seen the losing run I've been on since I came back. I'm not sure if I should have ever come back at all. Now I...
Gabriel: Are you asking me to convince the Lord to save you?
Tyler Scott: No... well... I just... I was wondering....
Gabriel: The Lord will approach you if He wishes.
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Gabriel patiently waits. He’s ready to put Seromine down and take his spot in the finals. The Serpentine Sermonizer begins to take the slow ascension. Seromine stumbles towards the referee after turning around. He grabs and punches the referee right in the face! The official falls down from the force. Seromine completely ignores Gabriel as he rolls out of the ring. Fans let him hear it. Destiny comes over to assist him. The referee calls for the bell!!
Jerry Andrews: Seromine was BEAT! He intentionally got himself disqualified just to avoid Gabriel pinning him!
Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match via disqualification, Gabriel!
Two years ago, I beat Seromine. Yes, I did it as Gabriel and, yes, he got himself disqualified before I could pin him, but I was still announced as the victor. That night was the first time Gabriel fought back against his “Lord.” That night was the first sign that Rick Majors was still there. He wasn’t dead. He hadn’t been erased. He lived on and the man now known as Jason Willard knew that Rick Majors wouldn’t stay away forever.
Seromine could see his own funeral that night. I looked in his eyes. I saw fear. He knew his hold on me was weakening. He knew that one day I would finish him off for good.
But it’s two years later. I’m still here. And he’s still here as well. He holds the PCW Underground Title. He took it from me. Somehow, despite my best efforts, not only is he still thriving, but he’s still outsmarting me. He’s still taking things from me.
Why? What else do I need to do?
I have to go back further.
Trauma 206: February 2nd, 2017
Seromine is staggered. Majors swings again, connecting with a big ring hand. And another. And another. Seromine falls to the mat as Rick Majors connects with a clothesline.
Rick Majors takes a moment to compose himself and then he pulls Seromine to his feet. He tries to Irish whip him off the ropes, but Seromine reverses….
Jerry Andrews: Short-armed clothesline!
Ace Anderson: ASHES TO ASHES!
Jerry Andrews: Wow!
Seromine goes for a cover:
1…..
2….
3!!!
Winner: Seromine via pinfall
Seromine stands and raises his arm in the air as the Followers enter the ring. Majors rolls out of the ring, clutching his back. He’s visibly upset as he leaves the ringside area.
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors tried to put up a fight but, on this night, Seromine seemed to certainly have his number.
Ace Anderson: Another impressive win for Seromine, that’s for sure.
Three years ago, Seromine beat me. Jerry Andrews was right. He certainly had my number. And he’s had my number for over three years. No matter what I do, no matter which roles we play or what names we go by, he always manages to somehow have the upper hand.
I cannot move on. I am in a constant state of waiting. Am I waiting for my judgment? And what will that judgement be? When will it come? Will I forever be punished for my sins or will I be allowed to move on?
I need to figure out why I am still here. I feel as though I have gone through the introspection necessary to escape this purgatory, but apparently, I still have more to learn. But what? What am I missing? There must be something that can help me, something that can free me, something that can save me.
But what is?
Look deeper.
Living a Legacy 2014
LoKi makes eye contact with Murdoc and starts shouting at him but Murdoc just laughs. Majors rushes up to knock him down from the apron while the referee is holding back LoKi. Murdoc pushes Majors back and LoKi breaks free. With a rage, LoKi runs forward to try and launch over the ropes at Murdoc but as he launches up at him, Murdoc suddenly throws a bright orange fireball right in LoKi’s eyes, blinding him a moment and LoKi falls down onto the canvas, holding his eyes, rubbing them hard as he tries to see.
Jerry: Whoa…Murdoc with the Fireball!
Ace: We’ve seen it so many times!
The bell rings loudly and the referee has a word with the announcer as the crowd grows restless. The announcer shakes his head and announces the result to the audience.
Winner: LoKi by Disqualification
Jerry: I’m not sure I agree with that decision at all…
Ace: It’s the right choice Jerry, it’s clear to me that LoKi had Majors pinned with the German Suplex, his shoulders were down. So even with Murdoc pissing about with interference, the true winner got the victory.
Jerry: LoKi’s shoulders were down for the count there as well and I think Majors had the 3 count…but it’s not my call, the officials called for a restart and that’s only fair but Murdoc may just have cost Majors his livelihood tonight and for that, I’m really upset for the guy.
Jerry doesn’t need to be upset for the guy. Majors is PLENTY hot as it is. The full gravity of this situation rearing its’ ugly head, Majors is possessed and instantly flies towards Murdoc in a rage. Murdoc drops off the apron to avoid Majors’ retaliatory attack, he begins to back up the ramp where security is there to meet him and get between him and the livid Rick Majors.
After that match, I tried to take my own life. Since I arrived in PCW, I had struggled. I had gone through setback after setback after setback. But it finally looked like things were turning a corner. I won the Last Chance Battle Royal. I was a victory away from the Icemann Invitational Tournament final. But it had gotten to the point where I couldn’t even lose properly. Murdoc set LoKi on fire and I was out. Another loss. Another disappointment.
It was too much. I chased a bottle of pills with a bottle of vodka. I even tried to slash my wrists to make sure I died. But I didn’t. For the longest time, I felt like that night was my greatest failure. I had failed at trying to end my life because I was sick of failure. Pathetic.
But it wasn’t a failure. It was strength. The same strength that kept me going through the 18 months I lived under Seromine’s spell was what kept me from dying that night. For the better part of a decade, I’ve told my opponents that I’m not the strongest or the fastest, but that I will outlast them.
And I have. But Jason Willard has as well. Not only is he is still standing, but he is above me, not alongside me.
I won’t let this continue any longer. I won’t let my career – my life – be defined by Jason Willard. He has been tormenting me for more than three years, but that’s only three out of 48. He doesn’t get to write my story. He doesn’t get to rule my life. I have to find a way to beat him and keep him down. I have to. I have to. But how? What can do I? If I'm so strong, if I'm so good at outlasting all of those who doubt me, why am I still in this spot? Why can't I get passed Jason Willard?
Go back further.
NLCW Slamfest 2009
Rick Majors grabs the weary Chris Champion in a double underhook.
AJ: Major Impact!
The cover:
1….
2….
3!!!
Majors slowly stands and he is handed the NLCW Undisputed Title.
BT: Rick Majors has done it… but the situation in the ring looks very serious. Chris Champion hasn’t moved.
As Majors leaves the ring without much emotion, a referee is heard saying “He’s not breathing….”
The NLCW closed its doors with me as its final champion. But I wasn’t a champion. Even saying that sounds strange. I came back to wrestling because I was filled with rage and anger and doubt after Kelly’s accident. My friend, Chris Champion, someone I had known since the MWF, was holding the company’s Undisputed Title. He was also very ill. No one knew how long he had left. But he didn’t care. He wanted to go down fighting. And so did I. I won the Road to Slamfest tournament, a tournament not unlike the Icemann, and earned myself a championship match.
Then I took his title.
The referee was right. He wasn’t breathing when I left the ring. I could feel that something was wrong as I covered him for the pinfall. But I didn’t care. I came back to wrestling to win that title and to show myself that I could still accomplish something.
But I failed. I failed because the real reason I was back was because I was looking for somewhere to belong. And there I was, standing across the ring from one of my best friends – a man I had travelled with and stayed up late talking with and truly bonded with for YEARS – and all I cared about was that belt. All I cared about was myself.
June 20th, 2009
Rick Majors rushed through the hospital, frantically trying to find someone who knew where his wife was. "Why isn’t there anyone to talk to? Doesn’t anyone work here!? SOMEONE HELP ME!?"
When he finally found Kelly’s room, it was still and quiet. All he could hear were the machines that she was hooked up to and the sound of his own heart. It was pounding out of his chest. What if she died? What if the last thing he said to her was “I have to go, I’m going to be late” before running out the door? He didn’t kiss her. He didn’t tell her he loved her. He told her he had to go. There was a DVD to promote. He had a schedule. He didn’t have time for her.
She wanted him to stay home. They’d been going through some troubles and she hoped that spending some quality time together would help them remember why they fell in love in the first place. But he didn’t. He wanted to go promote that DVD. Yes, he’d told her that he “had to” and that he was contractually obligated to, but the reality was he enjoyed being on the road. He wanted to be away.
Things between him and Kelly hadn’t been very good for a while. And now, standing there looking at her in that hospital bed, all he felt was guilt. Not sadness, not concern, but guilt. He had abandoned her. Not just this week, but for the last year or more. He didn’t make time for her. He didn’t listen to her. He wasn’t kind to her. He only cared about himself. He tried to get away from her because he couldn't handle a difficult conversation. And now she might die. And all he was worried about was what he would do.
Rick Majors knew he wasn’t a good person. He knew it right now and he knew it 11 years ago when Kelly had her accident. He was selfish. He pretended to care, but he didn’t really. Maybe that’s why he’s stranded. Maybe this is all so that he'll realize who he really is. Maybe this isn’t torture, this is opportunity. He wasn’t being forced to battle Jason Willard again and again and again because he was being punished. It was because he was being given a chance to do it right.
Jason Willard is evil. Pure evil. And you don’t beat evil with your fists. Not for long. The way you truly eradicate evil is with goodness. The only thing that stops the darkness is the light.
As long as Rick Majors was filled with vengeance, with pride, with ego, Jason Willard would still be there. If he wanted to get rid of Willard forever, he’d have to do it for the right reasons. This couldn't be about revenge or showing his superiority or winning a title. This couldn't even be about destroying an evil man. This was a chance to open his own heart, his own mind, and his own soul to goodness.
Rick Majors had lived a life of bitterness and rage. When he was in his early 20s, he started training to be a wrestler because he loved it. But that’s the last time he did anything for a good reason. He started the MWF at 26 to prove his critics wrong. He became a full-time wrestler at 29 because everyone said he was too old for it. He became the longest-reigning NLCW Cruiserweight Champion because he wanted to throw it in the faces of others. He came back to wrestling because he felt bad for himself that his wife was hurt. He joined PCW because, again, he wanted to prove others wrong. He was still here today because he wanted to show how resilient he is.
All of that, his entire career – his entire life – was because he wanted to prove a point or look a certain way to other people. None of it, not even his marriage, was for love. He married Kelly because they’d been together for a long time and he didn’t want to break up with her, so he popped the question. And when that marriage fell apart, he missed having someone to talk to and tell stories to. He didn't miss her, he missed hearing the sound of his own voice. It wasn't the love he mourned, it was the attention.
That’s why he’s still here: the attention. He talks about desire and strength and whatever other good qualities he can think of, but he’s a liar. Attention and spite are what keep him going.
And that’s why he is where he is. He’s being forced to roll this boulder up that hill for eternity. If he wants to end this frustration, he has to be a better person. He has to go into this match feeling pure and good and honest.
He’d better learn how to do that. And fast.
He really doesn’t want to face Jason Willard at Living a Legacy again next year.
But how would he learn? Where would he start?
Jason twisted religion for his own cruel purposes. He distorted the word of God to serve himself. But that doesn't mean there isn't truth in His message.
1 Corinthians 13:4-5: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs."
Proverbs 11:17: “A man who is kind benefits himself, but a cruel man hurts himself."
Matthew 5:8: “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."
The only way out is through salvation. But not the salvation you apparently get from going to church each week, and certainly not the salvation promised by Jason Willard. To save yourself you need to forgive yourself. And you need to work to improve yourself. That's the way out of this. It isn't about Willard. It's about himself.
If the absolute best version of Rick Majors walks into that ring on Sunday, a Rick Majors that is not filled with hatred or spite or ego, then this saga will finally end. But it's going to take everything that Rick Majors has. It's going to take more than he has ever given. But, if he can do it, he will be free.
Finally.
