Fitter, Happier (Exit Music for a Feud)
Sept 21, 2020 9:16:45 GMT -5
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Post by Rick Majors on Sept 21, 2020 9:16:45 GMT -5
I’m letting go. I’m moving on. I’m even growing. I’m almost 50 years old and finally, at this age, I actually feel like I’m becoming a better person.
But you couldn’t fucking let me have it, could you Holden?
You’re always there, you’re always there to drag me back. You bring me back to the NLCW by talking about your dad, you bring me back to Seromine’s cult by still praising him as your idol…. you're always there to drag me down. Relentless. My past continues attacking me, time and time again. I step forward and it pulls me back. Over and over and over.
I barely know you, Holden. Yes, our careers have been intertwined since the moment you walked in here and we’ve had epic wars with one another, but I barely know you. We’re not friends. Your father and I wrestled together more than a decade ago. And we weren’t friends either. We were colleagues, we respected one another, we had a lot of similarities, but that's it. When he told you to seek me out because you were interested in joining PCW, he did it as a business decision.
Frank Merritt understood this business and he knew that having a veteran on your side was important. I understand that too. That’s something I wish I had when I was breaking into wrestling 25 years ago. So of course I told him I’d help you. And of course, I did what I could to support you. It was about respect and giving back.
And I won't lie. I won't pretend like I didn't get anything out of it. That relationship benefited both of us. This business can be tough, very tough. It rips people apart. It ends lives prematurely. It hurts people. Whenever you can have someone on your side, even for a short time, that’s a benefit. And introducing you to Seromine helped me too. It put me back in his good graces... for a while. It expanded his group. You’re a tough, talented, and intimidating man, Holden Ross, and Seromine loved having you on his side. And I loved being the one who brought you to him.
Unlike Tyler Scott, you stuck around. You stuck around and you succeeded. And when the cult blew up – when I blew it up – you decided that I was going to be your next victim. And that's fine.
We’re not friends, Holden. During that entire time when we were on the same side, we rarely talked. And that’s okay. This was a business relationship from day one. It looked a little messy from the outside, because your family was involved, but it was always just business. That’s what we both expected and that’s what we got. And when you brutalized me in all those Underground wars, that was a business decision too. And I don’t blame you for it. You want your career to be a successful one. There's no shame in that.
But we’re no longer both benefiting. Maybe you attacked me on Trauma because you wanted to physically soften me up before our match. Maybe you did it to get in my head and throw me off my game. Maybe you did it because you just hate me, or because you like just hurting people. It could have been because David Hunter or Gerard Angelo said you should. The reason doesn’t matter.
That attack definitely helped your career, but it certainly didn’t help mine. And it wasn't supposed to. I get it.
This relationship isn’t benefiting both of us any longer. Even when we had those Underground brawls, it made us both look good to be standing across the ring from one another. It helped raise our profiles and it helped improve the Underground, a division that we both found ourselves representing and identifying with. But I have to break away from this now. You're toxic. You won’t let me move on. You won’t let me grow. I don't blame you, but it's true. I need a clean break. I need to be rid of you.
I really wanted to beat Loki. I really, really wanted it. It would have made things right in my mind. It would have brought me back to before I tried to slice my own wrists, before I was hospitalized, before Kelly finalized our divorce, before Seromine stole my soul. Back to when I had a future. It wouldn’t have made those things go away, but it would have shown me – and the world – that all of that shit hasn’t made me weaker. It has made me stronger. I do have a future. And you're not a part of it.
I had him.
I was so close to be being back. No longer would I crumble under the pressure. No longer would I fail on a big stage. No, this time it would be different. Champion versus champion. One-on-one. Rick Majors against Loki. And I was going to win. I had him. I had him. I could taste it. I had him. The referee’s hand was about to hit the canvas for the third time… and that’s when I felt that axe handle in my back.
You couldn’t let me do it. You couldn’t let me beat him. You couldn’t let me move on.
So now I have to end this.
Holden Ross, this isn’t the Underground anymore. They changed it. They decided that the Genesis Title was going to return. The Rick Majors of the past would have taken that personally. He would have felt like management was stealing something from him. And he would have crumbled and failed and spiraled out of control. He probably would have begged Grimm to kill him again.
But that’s not what happened. I won the title. Then I beat Grimm again, this time one-on-one. But you were still there. You became the number one contender and you held onto it. And that’s fine. Good for you. That's what you're supposed to be.
But this is it. I'm done with you.
At Deadly Intentions, our rivalry ends. And it's not because I’m sick of facing you… I actually like facing you. You’re a tough, hard-hitting competitor and, despite the fact that I end up getting my ass kicked every time we face off, I like our matches. They’re competitive. They’re personal. They’re everything a good wrestling match should be. But it has to end.
This rivalry is over because I need to break from the past and, as long as you’re still around, you won’t let me do that.
It’s not going to be pretty for either of us. It never is. This isn’t the Underground any longer, but that doesn’t mean we’re not both going to be hurt. I know how hard you hit, Holden, and I know how badly you want this belt. You’re going to try to kill me. And I’m going to try to live. Not just through this match, but I’m going to try to actually have a life. And it starts by ending you and ending this connection I still have to you and Seromine and Tyler Scott and Frank Merritt and the NLCW and the last 12-plus years of pain and disappointment. I need to live.
It’s necessary. I need to do this. You need to fall. You need to get out of my way, even if I have to forcefully chop you down with that axe you’re so fond of. This ends. This ends at Deadly Intentions. And I’m not going to be the one losing. Not any more. The past is dead and for once I actually feel like I have a future. You won’t stand in my way any longer. Goodbye, Holden.
