Post by danellis on May 1, 2006 14:57:25 GMT -5
Darkness.
There are many, many people who do not like the dark.
There are many people who hate the dark.
Or do they?
Are they really afraid of the dark or is it what might come from the dark that really strikes fear into their pumping hearts?
The thick black fog of the lightless environment is looming over the small, terrified little boy. He hides underneath his blanket, peeping out before pulling the sheets back over his watering eyes. The momentary glimpse of the blackness are all he needs to see to make his body tense up with fear. He lets out a whimper of terror, his squeaky yelp softened by the covers over his face. It is still enough for his mother to hear him.
“Mikey, are you ok?” The voice comes from behind the door, also hidden by the shadows.
He replies with a trembling voice box. “Yes Mum.” But he isn’t. He is full of horrifying fear from hair to toe but he is trying to portray himself as a big boy.
“Ok honey bunny.” His mother leaves him with the darkness and suddenly, the covers cannot save him. The gradual shapes and lines of a darkly figure emerges from out of the mist. An unknown entity. The worst type of evil. If you are able to know your opponent’s ways, you have a slim chance to escaping but, when meeting your enemy for the first time, you do not have a hope.
Out of the shadows I come.
Mikey, cling onto the blanket.
There is a certain confidence you obtain by living in a shadow. Sometimes you feel obscure. Sometimes you feel unimportant. However, if you look closely at the person’s shadow you are in shading in, you realise that the shadow is only a blanket, keeping you away from the bright lights and the pressure, tending to you in times of injure, teaching you.
I have experienced that shadow. For the past three years I have been building myself up in the darkness of the wrestling industry. I have stayed quiet, biding my time, waiting for my moment, whilst my father shielded me from the spotlight.
When someone mentions Dan Ellis, the first things that come to mind are the former owner of Golden Canvas Grappling and the current Creative Director of Pure Class Wrestling. No one ever realised that my father had a son, and furthermore, had a son that is on the verge of making a huge name for him in the world of wrestling.
My father is a wrestling fanatic. He set out in his early career to be a wrestler, and he did just that. He was a technically gifted wrestler who made his name in England but was only able to scratch the surface of Japan and North America. My father broken his neck at the age of 29, years before he rightful time of retirement. I watched as a small kid as my father lay in a hospital bed, confined to a neck brace. He never moved for two months, he only talked to me in a saddened tone and explained to me the thin line between living dreams and shattered dreams.
Knowing this thin line, I chose my option. I wanted to live my dreams and my father supported me all the way.
Unable to train me himself, he sent me to train with Dave Taylor, a veteran of wrestling around the world. I learnt an extraordinary amount of knowledge. Dave Taylor showed me the technical side of the British wrestling style, along with the hard striking. I was on the receiving end of that for many hours in the ring, sparring with my training colleagues. I was taught the ins and outs of wrestling and over the years, since the age of 14 to 17, Dave Taylor turned me into a sound technical wrestler.
My father, meanwhile, recovering from his broken neck, went into promoting. He was not going to leave wrestling behind, even after his in-ring career was taken away from him at a relatively young age. He worked a few British companies, in charge of head booking with most, before he took a chance.
He went to America to start his own wrestling promotion. He named it Golden Canvas Grappling. It was my dad’s big dream: to finally break North America and to be the owner of a multi-million dollar company. I went with him to continue my training in America. He set up Golden Canvas Grappling but it did not turn into the dream that my father thought it would. GCG had two stints, both at which were no longer than a few months long. Then, with the company losing money by the week and things not looking up, Pure Class Wrestling offered my father a deal to buy out Golden Canvas Grappling, and take the talent on the roster to PCW. Also in the contract, my dad was given a backstage role in the creative department.
My father has suffered so many set backs during his wrestling career. From breaking his neck to his dream promotion being bought out. I am not going to let the same setbacks happen to me. I have learnt from watching my father’s depression and I will not allow myself to suffer the disappointment that he did. In fact, I am going to do far more than. I am going to make up for those disappointments. I am going to fight for father as well as myself.
Mikey Wryght, you may have dismissed me as being a nobody. You may have dismissed my father as being a failure. You may believe that could kick both our arses at once but, what you do not realise it that you will have the opportunity. I have the aggression of two people within me and at Trauma you will face both Dan Ellis’ in me.
.
..
…
..
.
My father accepted and the numerous people who went to Pure Class Wrestling included Non Compos Mentis, Zellmo and me.
I was still in development, and PCW kept me on in the same status. They watched over my training for the past few months before finally deciding I was good enough to be placed on the full roster.
Now I’m here. I have certain goals. In fact, I have a to do list. I have written my goals out and I am going to achieve every single one of them.
Win PCW North American Championship
Win PCW International Championship
Win PCW World Championship
Each one will be in my grasp at one point or another during my PCW career. I am patient, I have no plans of leaving soon. I can wait and bide my time and pick my moments. I do have a set order, but I will be aiming for number one first. I will be challenging for the North American Championship.
Non Compos Mentis, you dismissed me as a nobody when you shoved me from the interview area. You thought I couldn’t touch you. I damn well touched you later on that night. You might not have taken any notice of the new guy, but I certainly made you take notice by the end of the night.
Non Compos Mentis, I am coming for you.
There are many, many people who do not like the dark.
There are many people who hate the dark.
Or do they?
Are they really afraid of the dark or is it what might come from the dark that really strikes fear into their pumping hearts?
The thick black fog of the lightless environment is looming over the small, terrified little boy. He hides underneath his blanket, peeping out before pulling the sheets back over his watering eyes. The momentary glimpse of the blackness are all he needs to see to make his body tense up with fear. He lets out a whimper of terror, his squeaky yelp softened by the covers over his face. It is still enough for his mother to hear him.
“Mikey, are you ok?” The voice comes from behind the door, also hidden by the shadows.
He replies with a trembling voice box. “Yes Mum.” But he isn’t. He is full of horrifying fear from hair to toe but he is trying to portray himself as a big boy.
“Ok honey bunny.” His mother leaves him with the darkness and suddenly, the covers cannot save him. The gradual shapes and lines of a darkly figure emerges from out of the mist. An unknown entity. The worst type of evil. If you are able to know your opponent’s ways, you have a slim chance to escaping but, when meeting your enemy for the first time, you do not have a hope.
Out of the shadows I come.
Mikey, cling onto the blanket.
There is a certain confidence you obtain by living in a shadow. Sometimes you feel obscure. Sometimes you feel unimportant. However, if you look closely at the person’s shadow you are in shading in, you realise that the shadow is only a blanket, keeping you away from the bright lights and the pressure, tending to you in times of injure, teaching you.
I have experienced that shadow. For the past three years I have been building myself up in the darkness of the wrestling industry. I have stayed quiet, biding my time, waiting for my moment, whilst my father shielded me from the spotlight.
When someone mentions Dan Ellis, the first things that come to mind are the former owner of Golden Canvas Grappling and the current Creative Director of Pure Class Wrestling. No one ever realised that my father had a son, and furthermore, had a son that is on the verge of making a huge name for him in the world of wrestling.
My father is a wrestling fanatic. He set out in his early career to be a wrestler, and he did just that. He was a technically gifted wrestler who made his name in England but was only able to scratch the surface of Japan and North America. My father broken his neck at the age of 29, years before he rightful time of retirement. I watched as a small kid as my father lay in a hospital bed, confined to a neck brace. He never moved for two months, he only talked to me in a saddened tone and explained to me the thin line between living dreams and shattered dreams.
Knowing this thin line, I chose my option. I wanted to live my dreams and my father supported me all the way.
Unable to train me himself, he sent me to train with Dave Taylor, a veteran of wrestling around the world. I learnt an extraordinary amount of knowledge. Dave Taylor showed me the technical side of the British wrestling style, along with the hard striking. I was on the receiving end of that for many hours in the ring, sparring with my training colleagues. I was taught the ins and outs of wrestling and over the years, since the age of 14 to 17, Dave Taylor turned me into a sound technical wrestler.
My father, meanwhile, recovering from his broken neck, went into promoting. He was not going to leave wrestling behind, even after his in-ring career was taken away from him at a relatively young age. He worked a few British companies, in charge of head booking with most, before he took a chance.
He went to America to start his own wrestling promotion. He named it Golden Canvas Grappling. It was my dad’s big dream: to finally break North America and to be the owner of a multi-million dollar company. I went with him to continue my training in America. He set up Golden Canvas Grappling but it did not turn into the dream that my father thought it would. GCG had two stints, both at which were no longer than a few months long. Then, with the company losing money by the week and things not looking up, Pure Class Wrestling offered my father a deal to buy out Golden Canvas Grappling, and take the talent on the roster to PCW. Also in the contract, my dad was given a backstage role in the creative department.
My father has suffered so many set backs during his wrestling career. From breaking his neck to his dream promotion being bought out. I am not going to let the same setbacks happen to me. I have learnt from watching my father’s depression and I will not allow myself to suffer the disappointment that he did. In fact, I am going to do far more than. I am going to make up for those disappointments. I am going to fight for father as well as myself.
Mikey Wryght, you may have dismissed me as being a nobody. You may have dismissed my father as being a failure. You may believe that could kick both our arses at once but, what you do not realise it that you will have the opportunity. I have the aggression of two people within me and at Trauma you will face both Dan Ellis’ in me.
.
..
…
..
.
My father accepted and the numerous people who went to Pure Class Wrestling included Non Compos Mentis, Zellmo and me.
I was still in development, and PCW kept me on in the same status. They watched over my training for the past few months before finally deciding I was good enough to be placed on the full roster.
Now I’m here. I have certain goals. In fact, I have a to do list. I have written my goals out and I am going to achieve every single one of them.
Win PCW North American Championship
Win PCW International Championship
Win PCW World Championship
Each one will be in my grasp at one point or another during my PCW career. I am patient, I have no plans of leaving soon. I can wait and bide my time and pick my moments. I do have a set order, but I will be aiming for number one first. I will be challenging for the North American Championship.
Non Compos Mentis, you dismissed me as a nobody when you shoved me from the interview area. You thought I couldn’t touch you. I damn well touched you later on that night. You might not have taken any notice of the new guy, but I certainly made you take notice by the end of the night.
Non Compos Mentis, I am coming for you.