Post by Roger Wright on Jul 28, 2022 16:08:33 GMT -5
“You Either Die A Hero Or You Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain.”
A small red dot appears, the outline of a man's face behind it before vanishing in a puff of smoke before the darkness takes back over. Once more the red dot appears, a puff of smoke and a fleeting glimpse of the man's face before the darkness takes over.
I wasn’t ready for what happened, wasn’t ready for things to go the way they did, to feel the things I felt, to hear what everyone had to say. That was my fault, or at least I thought it was for the longest time. Now I know just who was at fault, you, all of you, your undeniable desire to see the worst case scenario come true. My dad used to say to me ‘what did you learn?’ Let me tell you what I learned.
You only care about three things. First, the rise to success of someone with nothing, it’s a feel good story, it makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Be real with yourself though, it gives you some deep down hope inside that maybe you can do the same thing. But you really know you can’t, you know that it isn’t an option, you don’t have the strength, the desire to do what that person did. So you hang onto their story, try to emotionally live vicariously through their success, as if what they achieved is your accomplishment as well.
Eventually reality sets in, leading us to story two, the fall from grace story. It all has to come full circle for you, because if you can’t have what your hero has, then your hero needs to have what you have. That’s what you are good at, tearing down the greatness around you, we all know it’s easier to destroy something great than strive for that greatness yourself. Just a story as old as time, the only thing older than this story is the third thing you care about.
Everyone wants a great love story, one that ends with ‘they lived happily ever after.’ When you go to bed you dream about the third story, wake up with a smile that fades to frown as the sinking realization that you won’t ever get to do anything more than dream about it. So you return to story one, find a hero to worship, someone to make you feel good inside, until that good feeling fades to hate, and story two enters the fray.
So here we are, living a vicious cycle, building our heros up, then tearing them down and discarding them like the bone from some spare ribs.That cycle ends here, call the wheel broken, the chain shattered, this cycle is over. You probably have questions, it is okay to have them, it’s okay to ask them, just accept the answers you get, realize they may not be the ones you want.
Let’s shift gears, talk about what is to come, what is, and what will be. No longer do I own any part of OPW, you can thank yourselves for that. It no longer felt like a good idea to fight for you, to invest my money, my sweat to try and help you. Think about it for a moment, the only person that wasn’t lying to me the entire time I owned part of OPW was Johnny, the one man I swore to protect you from. You didn’t want my protection, didn’t want my help…enjoy your rewards!
Now for this week, for this moment, make no mistake it is a moment. There is no pomp and circumstance coming, no surprise appearance, no desire to hear you applaud in excitement for when my music hits. No you don’t deserve such things, you lost the right to experience those joyous things. Gone forever are those moments, they are being replaced by the new reality that you have chosen. Tune in next week to find out what that reality is, or don’t, I really don’t give a shit what you do.
The only person I care about this week is Adrian Cole. Let’s be clear though the amount that I care about him is somewhere between my love for ants and crickets. There could be a conversation about how he reminds me of myself when I was younger, dreaming of titles and awards, being the best.
A loud crash springs out, a small flicker of light from a lighter illuminates World title belts, trophies, and medals. Darkness takes over as the small flame vanishes.
Have them, they don’t mean shit, meaningless trinkets meant to keep you happy, meant to think you have made accomplishment. Just know that they don’t bring happiness, they are a weight that keeps you from realizing your own greatness. Meaningless bobbles designed to keep you from realizing how fucked you really are, vestiges of a by gone era of men that need to have a reward, need to be told how great they are because they need validation from others to feel accomplishment.
That’s what separates me from the Adrian’s of this world. He is coming to the ring to make a name for himself, to prove he deserves a shot for hollow meaningless rewards. I am coming to the ring to beat his ass, to show myself and him that I am the very fucking best, that the rumors he heard, that the soft whispers were true.
I’m not here for trinkets, accolades, or rewards. My trophies are something different, something that you can’t just be handed, I am here to see the fear in the eyes of the man or woman across the ring. To hear their hearts beat a little harder when they hear my music. I am here to make every single mother fucker that thinks they have something to earn realize they aren’t shit.
Those are my rewards, that is the shit that makes me happy, because trinkets fade, rewards mean shit, FEAR is forever. Being in that ring with me will be something you remember forever, something you can’t just forget, no matter how hard you try. The world will hear you say it wasn’t a big deal, you will put that front on and act like you didn’t tremble when you saw me get into the ring, but we both know deep down inside there was a flutter, your heart skipped a beat and sweat began to build.
That’s fight or flight, a stress related fear response. Everyone needs to get used to it, because everyone will feel it when I get into the ring. That’s real power, that’s a real reward, because you can’t buy that, you can’t be handed it by some clown in a suit. My rewards are taken from the soul and being of those that think they mean something in this world, think they deserve something in this world. But in the end they get trinkets and the sinking realization that no matter how much they try and move past the fear they had when I got into the ring, they can’t.
The small flame burst forth again illuminating the world titles, trophies, and medals. It hangs there providing a soft gentle golden yellow glow to the area.
One day you may very well get one of these Adrian, but on that day you will in the back of your mind know it means nothing. Because you won’t be able to forget what is going to happen this week. You will fight to push the thoughts of it from your mind but will always know that no matter how many trophies or titles you win you are not better than me and never will be.
While you may think this belt means that, or this trophy means that, the sad truth is the feeling your opponent has is the only real reward you can earn. See you are in it for the adulation, for the physical things, me I’m in it for something else. That's what separates me from you, what makes me better, what causes you to have that fear.
I have been washed up for years if you ask people, my time came and went, and yet the thought of stepping into the ring with me scares you, no matter how much you try to keep it down and bury it. It isn’t all bad though, you have a chance to prove yourself, to show the world that you can do something special, make a name for yourself. Though we both know that's not going to happen because I’m coming to that ring to take my reward.
You can doubt me, you won’t be the first, you won’t be the last, just another member of the ‘I fucked up club.’ Your membership becomes official when you look up at me, hand raised, my music playing and you realize that fear has taken hold. Rest easy in the fact you still are not the first, and you still won’t be the last.
The flame flickers out, darkness taking hold again.
So build yourself up Adrian, stand in front of that mirror say what you need to say come to that ring ready to go. Just make sure you come for a fight, because that is what you are stepping into, a fight. No matter what I own, no matter what my personal life looks like, this is my life, this is what I do, and you are just the next person standing between me and what I want.
The flame flicks back to life, the darkness softens as we see Roger lean forward, smile on his face, light the end of his joint, take a drag and blow the flame out, darkness taking over everything but the slowly fading red spot that lingers a few seconds after.
[Reporter: TMZ is reporting that Roger Wright is returning to the ring this week, maybe it will be true, who knows, what we all know is that Roger Wright is washed up, is a drunk moron, and needs to just go to his farm find a woman with a few kids and play house. The Wrestling ring is not a place for a washed up old man, these young kids will do it for him. I’d call it sad but let’s be honest his fall from grace was probably the most fun I have had watching wrestling in a long time, but this is just going to be sad…]
[Wrestlelamia Reporter: While we are on the topic of bad decisions, Roger Wright is back in the headlines, coming out of retirement to wrestle for OPW, a company that he used to own and still owned by his most hated rival Johnny Stylez. I’m just going to say it, I see money grab written all over this one. I’ll call it right now, this will be the shortest return in the history of wrestling, one match, a slow run down probably out of shape Roger Wright realizing his time has come and gone…]
[PWINSIDER: Well it has happened everyone, the final fall of a once great wrestler will be on full display this week in OPW. That is right, we have confirmed that RogerWright will in fact be returning to the ring. If you didn’t enjoy the way it had presumably ended before, you get to see an encore of the once super dominant wrestler proving that age and diminishing skill equals sad attempts at achieving the glory days…]
[Wrestling Hub: Here we go everyone, I’d love to tell you that it’s going to be a great week for wrestling because Roger Wright is coming back. That’s right you heard me correctly, THE Roger Wright is going to slide back into the ring. The man who can’t keep a woman, who can’t keep a title, and can’t hold onto his alcohol is going to climb back into the ring this week in OPW. This was probably big news the first three or four times he came back but now it’s just becoming sad to see and read every few years. Maybe this time when he gets run out of the arena by the younger talent and fans he will stay gone…]
The audio stops playing, the red dot brightens and then fades back into the darkness.
Like I said, what do I have to lose, everyone else already thinks it is over. Be like them Adrian, make the mistake of counting me out, make the mistake of thinking this is nothing more than a cash grab. It will just make it all that much more fun when I beat you all over that ring and take that confidence you have away. I’ll see you in a few days Adrian, just remember I’ll be the guy with his hand raised and music playing at the end.