Post by craig0011 on Sept 26, 2006 20:26:14 GMT -5
Though the morning seemed to lay shadow on the world, with the darkness lay before the cities. The clouds rush in from the north hitting the earth with a cold shower which empties the streets, however, the valley roars. Behind the town their lives a valley. With beauty as the heart, and the smell of a fantasy like no other. This place, this area, this berth of life, and the natures domicile is the craft work from god himself. These lands are of deep greens and lush terrain. The mountain tops iced in milky tips of frosting sit at the top of the mountains owning full view upon the world. As I sit and write in my brown leather diary, I feel a sensation flowing into the core, deep inside my soul. My eyes become glazed over like the mountain tops themselves. I set the folded pad beside my lap and rise from my chair. My mind opens itself from the thoughts I kept to paper and for a moment I shared them with the world. The birds sang gods voice, telling me of his praise. A smile was painted on my face like the mother of a newborn. At this moment I was anew. A new mind and body, god had given me a chance to revenge my future and relive the life my father had wished of me so long ago. As I gave one more look into the mountain tops; I shook my head and whispered: Thy god I trust, though have patience and I will pursue my destiny. And in my fathers name I leave my love and prayers.
By the morning call I had already been up wondering around aimlessly at something to occupy myself with. I haven’t had the time and the free spirit to do this in such a long time. I was always thinking of my father, or the funeral. It hasn’t been easy without him, and without the guidance of a loving mother figure, I’ve resorted to many horrible things. Alcohol abuse is the worst. I would wake up in the morning and sit by the fireplace and drink back a bottle of my fathers wine from Europe. We were only going to drink during special occasions, however; this seemed like the best time for me at the moment. My mother had passed away before I got to know her name. I don’t remember how old I was, or even how old she was. My father kept this from me, to him it wasn’t important. Her name was Victoria, my father loved her very much.
By mid afternoon I was sitting alone at my fireplace, listening to the sounds of the wood cracking and allowing the heat to absorb into my flesh. Eventually I was too hot to stand the heat any longer so I got up from my seat and went outside for some fresh air. As I stepped into the morning air I heard the sound of scrapping coming beneath my feet. I looked down and there was a letter under the heel of my slipper. I bent down and picked it up. The backside was blank ,the front however was not. It read PCW in large letters. I quickly realized what this meant and tore open the sealed envelop. I unfolded the letter and began reading it over.
Dear Mr. Ortiz.
We would like to thank you again for taking part in Pure Class Wrestling. You have been entered in this weeks card. Your opponent is Jason Striker. If you want more information please go online and look up his profile. Any other questions? If so please contact us here at the PCW office.
Thanks.
I set the paper aside and began thinking over what my father had told me. He said that I was to follow my destiny and my dreams will come true. This time I knew what it was, and what was going to happen. For the past few weeks I wasn’t sure whether or not I wanted to go on with professional wrestling. It was a sin towards God and the Heavens. Violence was never an option in His eyes. Even if I was trying to capture my dreams, I wasn’t suppose to bring violence into it. God teaches us the ways around that. I knew I was going to be punished deeply from God. Once I stepped into the ring I was going to have Him strike me without mercy.
I want to show Him the meaning of professional wrestling. I want him to realize it’s more than just violence and blood. It’s a noble sport, one that is celebrated by many. It’s a humble recreation that millions love and watch all over the world. I want to be the one responsible for allowing God into the wrestling world. To fulfil my destiny, I must accomplish this. In order to reach my dreams, this task must be completed. I will never stop until God has given me the power to show the wrestling world the true meaning and heritage of it. In my mind, the only way this can be accomplished is if I become on top of the wrestling world. In the business of professional wrestling, that means you must be classified as the icon, the leader, and champion. So for me to fulfil my dreams I must one day become champion of Pure Class Wrestling. If I succeed, this will show me that god truly believes in me and in the wrestling world. So now I think back, and realize that I must to go through with this. My destiny lies with PCW, I will show them and God what professional wrestling means to world.
Finally I peered into the open air and watched the birds fly in from the west. They were flying gracefully over the hills and singing along to the flowing winds. I put my hands behind my head and just listened to the soft voice of the wind. For this moment again, I was free of all harm and old memories. I was “The Majestic” Zaccheo Ortiz.
-His words rest within me
-Make Him remember.
-Follow my destiny.
By the morning call I had already been up wondering around aimlessly at something to occupy myself with. I haven’t had the time and the free spirit to do this in such a long time. I was always thinking of my father, or the funeral. It hasn’t been easy without him, and without the guidance of a loving mother figure, I’ve resorted to many horrible things. Alcohol abuse is the worst. I would wake up in the morning and sit by the fireplace and drink back a bottle of my fathers wine from Europe. We were only going to drink during special occasions, however; this seemed like the best time for me at the moment. My mother had passed away before I got to know her name. I don’t remember how old I was, or even how old she was. My father kept this from me, to him it wasn’t important. Her name was Victoria, my father loved her very much.
By mid afternoon I was sitting alone at my fireplace, listening to the sounds of the wood cracking and allowing the heat to absorb into my flesh. Eventually I was too hot to stand the heat any longer so I got up from my seat and went outside for some fresh air. As I stepped into the morning air I heard the sound of scrapping coming beneath my feet. I looked down and there was a letter under the heel of my slipper. I bent down and picked it up. The backside was blank ,the front however was not. It read PCW in large letters. I quickly realized what this meant and tore open the sealed envelop. I unfolded the letter and began reading it over.
Dear Mr. Ortiz.
We would like to thank you again for taking part in Pure Class Wrestling. You have been entered in this weeks card. Your opponent is Jason Striker. If you want more information please go online and look up his profile. Any other questions? If so please contact us here at the PCW office.
Thanks.
I set the paper aside and began thinking over what my father had told me. He said that I was to follow my destiny and my dreams will come true. This time I knew what it was, and what was going to happen. For the past few weeks I wasn’t sure whether or not I wanted to go on with professional wrestling. It was a sin towards God and the Heavens. Violence was never an option in His eyes. Even if I was trying to capture my dreams, I wasn’t suppose to bring violence into it. God teaches us the ways around that. I knew I was going to be punished deeply from God. Once I stepped into the ring I was going to have Him strike me without mercy.
I want to show Him the meaning of professional wrestling. I want him to realize it’s more than just violence and blood. It’s a noble sport, one that is celebrated by many. It’s a humble recreation that millions love and watch all over the world. I want to be the one responsible for allowing God into the wrestling world. To fulfil my destiny, I must accomplish this. In order to reach my dreams, this task must be completed. I will never stop until God has given me the power to show the wrestling world the true meaning and heritage of it. In my mind, the only way this can be accomplished is if I become on top of the wrestling world. In the business of professional wrestling, that means you must be classified as the icon, the leader, and champion. So for me to fulfil my dreams I must one day become champion of Pure Class Wrestling. If I succeed, this will show me that god truly believes in me and in the wrestling world. So now I think back, and realize that I must to go through with this. My destiny lies with PCW, I will show them and God what professional wrestling means to world.
Finally I peered into the open air and watched the birds fly in from the west. They were flying gracefully over the hills and singing along to the flowing winds. I put my hands behind my head and just listened to the soft voice of the wind. For this moment again, I was free of all harm and old memories. I was “The Majestic” Zaccheo Ortiz.
-His words rest within me
-Make Him remember.
-Follow my destiny.