Post by genov1 on Apr 10, 2006 0:27:30 GMT -5
The dark sky liming overhead sending its eerie chill down upon the earth below. The stars no where to be seen hidden by a veil of thunderheads, casting a heavy gloom on all those whom would allow it. A dark figure stands under a lamp post. The flickering light above sends shadows dancing all around him. The figure looks up at the sky a sense of longing deep inside him. The raindrops slowly fall from high above, cool, yet filling him with a familiar warmth. A warmth that reaches down into his soul, causing past almost forgotten memories to come surging forth.
Memories of A childhood, not filled with loss, yet not without its own twisted pain and torment. Geno still remembers how he was treated. How at recess all the others would run along and play nice while he would go off to some dark secluded corner of the play ground to get away from the hell that they put him through. They mocked his name, they mocked his appearance, but more importantly they mocked everything that he was, and everything that he stood for. Not one ounce of decency existed in this young man's own personal hell, except for her. While the others would bully him, and cause him harm, she stood up for him, but then they had to target her. They had to make that very grave mistake. He was never one to support violence, but when the rage was invoked he had no control, and when they hurt her they hurt the one thing that he cared for. With a flash of red he striked, his mind nothing but a blur of color, rage, and justice. While his emotions took hold his rational thought could only look on, all the while a sadistic smile on his face.
Suddenly a bright bolt rips through the sky and a booming sound shakes Geno of his dreamlike state. The rain now falling at a steady pace he begins to walk forward shedding the warmth of the light for the true familiarity of the shadows. The rain beading on his leather duster, running down to the pavement below. He reaches up and runs a hand through his long wet hair. A loving grin emerges on his otherwise emotionless face.
Geno: Has it really been this long? Could time have moved so fast? HhW's doors close and I don't step into a ring for a whole three months. Then suddenly one day out of the blue my cell phone rings, and it's an old friend. He calls me up full of excitement telling me of a place where my career, my life, where everything will change forever. He says that this time I will get my chance to prove myself, and like the foolish person I am,I believe. I eagerly take in his words like a child listening to his favorite bedtime story, asking what happens next, I need to hear more. He then spouts off a list of names, Anthony Douglas, Blade Lionheart, and then finally LANTLAS. As I hear the last name my interest being peeked I instantly accept everything being said as true, and I rush to gaze upon my new home.
Geno: Then once I arrive I see that I have sadly been misled. Everything that I have been told has been false. This is not the place where my career shall be launched to a whole new platform this is the place where they are going to try and hold me in the same mediocre position that everyone else has before. Instead of being booked in a debut match of cataclysmic proportions I find myself facing yet another emo Oh my god I think I'm going to go cut myself to relieve the pain, I wanna rip out my own stuffing, suicidal teddy bear. Now Douglas before you get all upset because I used my little phrase for you on somebody else....don't think that I'm going to allow myself to forget you. I know how much you wish for me to target you...so this way I can not only have beaten you in two previous federations, but a new one as well. I know that you can't wait for that day to come, but I'm sad to say that you Douglas must get in line. Before you stands my first opponent jade. You see Douglas she has felt true pain in her life, she has felt the harshness of reality, and now the pour soul must step through those ropes and go toe to toe with Mr. HhW, and I'm sure that Douglas himself shall attest that when you go one on one with the one and only, you are going up against the best, and when you mess with the best I'm sad to say, dear Emily you are bound to fail like all of the rest. Don't think for one second that this is something that I am going to take pleasure in. Oh the contrary, opposed to popular belief I do not take pleasure in inflicting pain on women. More importantly I refuse to strike a woman, at least without just reason. So I guess what I'm saying...what I'm asking for...is for you to hurt me. I need you to give me just reason to hurt you. I need you to release my pain...my torment...I need you to cause me to snap like I have so many times before, and most of all Jade I need you to be like your name, I need you to be strong. Be strong dear Emily, but more important then your strength I need you to Persevere. Like I said....I don't want to hurt you, but I will not allow you to make me into some sort of joke. I will not allow you to hold me back! I am going to succeed, and I am going to become the legend that I have always strived to be. Even when I considered myself a master of technical grace I longed for something more. Something of complete chaotic destruction. This is what Z taught me. He taught me the ways of the hardcore. He's the man who taught me to swing a cheer from down deep, He's the man who taught me that wrestling is more than technical prowess, but instead a passion that one must find for themselves.
Geno looks to-wards the thunderous heavens as the lightning continues to light up the sky.
Geno: Thank you Z...thank you for helping me find that passion....I promise I wont let you down.
Memories of A childhood, not filled with loss, yet not without its own twisted pain and torment. Geno still remembers how he was treated. How at recess all the others would run along and play nice while he would go off to some dark secluded corner of the play ground to get away from the hell that they put him through. They mocked his name, they mocked his appearance, but more importantly they mocked everything that he was, and everything that he stood for. Not one ounce of decency existed in this young man's own personal hell, except for her. While the others would bully him, and cause him harm, she stood up for him, but then they had to target her. They had to make that very grave mistake. He was never one to support violence, but when the rage was invoked he had no control, and when they hurt her they hurt the one thing that he cared for. With a flash of red he striked, his mind nothing but a blur of color, rage, and justice. While his emotions took hold his rational thought could only look on, all the while a sadistic smile on his face.
Suddenly a bright bolt rips through the sky and a booming sound shakes Geno of his dreamlike state. The rain now falling at a steady pace he begins to walk forward shedding the warmth of the light for the true familiarity of the shadows. The rain beading on his leather duster, running down to the pavement below. He reaches up and runs a hand through his long wet hair. A loving grin emerges on his otherwise emotionless face.
Geno: Has it really been this long? Could time have moved so fast? HhW's doors close and I don't step into a ring for a whole three months. Then suddenly one day out of the blue my cell phone rings, and it's an old friend. He calls me up full of excitement telling me of a place where my career, my life, where everything will change forever. He says that this time I will get my chance to prove myself, and like the foolish person I am,I believe. I eagerly take in his words like a child listening to his favorite bedtime story, asking what happens next, I need to hear more. He then spouts off a list of names, Anthony Douglas, Blade Lionheart, and then finally LANTLAS. As I hear the last name my interest being peeked I instantly accept everything being said as true, and I rush to gaze upon my new home.
Geno: Then once I arrive I see that I have sadly been misled. Everything that I have been told has been false. This is not the place where my career shall be launched to a whole new platform this is the place where they are going to try and hold me in the same mediocre position that everyone else has before. Instead of being booked in a debut match of cataclysmic proportions I find myself facing yet another emo Oh my god I think I'm going to go cut myself to relieve the pain, I wanna rip out my own stuffing, suicidal teddy bear. Now Douglas before you get all upset because I used my little phrase for you on somebody else....don't think that I'm going to allow myself to forget you. I know how much you wish for me to target you...so this way I can not only have beaten you in two previous federations, but a new one as well. I know that you can't wait for that day to come, but I'm sad to say that you Douglas must get in line. Before you stands my first opponent jade. You see Douglas she has felt true pain in her life, she has felt the harshness of reality, and now the pour soul must step through those ropes and go toe to toe with Mr. HhW, and I'm sure that Douglas himself shall attest that when you go one on one with the one and only, you are going up against the best, and when you mess with the best I'm sad to say, dear Emily you are bound to fail like all of the rest. Don't think for one second that this is something that I am going to take pleasure in. Oh the contrary, opposed to popular belief I do not take pleasure in inflicting pain on women. More importantly I refuse to strike a woman, at least without just reason. So I guess what I'm saying...what I'm asking for...is for you to hurt me. I need you to give me just reason to hurt you. I need you to release my pain...my torment...I need you to cause me to snap like I have so many times before, and most of all Jade I need you to be like your name, I need you to be strong. Be strong dear Emily, but more important then your strength I need you to Persevere. Like I said....I don't want to hurt you, but I will not allow you to make me into some sort of joke. I will not allow you to hold me back! I am going to succeed, and I am going to become the legend that I have always strived to be. Even when I considered myself a master of technical grace I longed for something more. Something of complete chaotic destruction. This is what Z taught me. He taught me the ways of the hardcore. He's the man who taught me to swing a cheer from down deep, He's the man who taught me that wrestling is more than technical prowess, but instead a passion that one must find for themselves.
Geno looks to-wards the thunderous heavens as the lightning continues to light up the sky.
Geno: Thank you Z...thank you for helping me find that passion....I promise I wont let you down.