Post by Jack Griffith on May 27, 2016 2:34:35 GMT -5
Rolling over the crumbling asphalt streets of Detroit, broken down through years of weather, traffic, and sorrow it’s hard to ignore their bond to the men of the city. Blood, sweat, tears, and hard work all sound good until the city, country, and world toss you aside like a hooker on her period. Then all that hard work means as much as the hookers used tampon, shit.
I don’t like to concede it, but I too fall into this failure, this despair, this pit of worthlessness, your life and hard work mean nothing itinerary that has been bestowed upon the city and men here.
I refuse to embrace it.
Damn good things are still made in Detroit. Like my father’s 1971 Oldsmobile 442, still going strong after over 40 years on the same streets all those years ago. The last year before America started to grow their vaginas across the land and limit engineering power.
If good things don’t exist here, then we’ll tear down the rest of the world. Burning and pillaging it down to our level. They think their safe? Brother, everyone’s safe until the day they meet their Thanatos, their Angel of Death…the worst day of their life.
Slowing down and pulling up into the driveway of an old, battered, house among an industry district of abandoned factories losing the battle to mother nature, the purring of the engine shuts off to allow the deceased quietness of ruins to sweep in. The city had never been so quiet before, with only the nearby river cascading against the rocks and retention walls breaking the calm silence.
Stepping up to the front screen door an envelope is shoved in between, reading “GCW-Jack” on the outside. After tearing through the cheap white envelope, the letter insides reads…
“Dear Mr. Griffith,
Thank you for accepting our initial contract, despite your payment concerns, and we look forward to you attending our first show. Inside you will find a plane ticket, hotel information, and address of the arena at which you are to arrive at 3PM on June 5th. If you are not going to be present for live promotional duties, please submit a pre-recorded segment to use in PR and marketing functions.
We look forward to your participation in our events now and in the future.
It’s always tough permeating through a new area in life. Whether it’s a job, a relationship, or a wrestling promotion. So much unknown, so much strange and obscure, so much left to be discovered. So much to destroy and crucify.
Sinking back into an old plum colored velvet winged back chair, it is relaxing to enjoy the calm before the storm. The peace before the bomb is dropped. I won’t be able to enjoy silence, a relaxing chair, and two fingers worth of whiskey in an innocent state of mind for much longer. Everyman needs time to relax, to gather their thoughts, to get in touch with who they are and what they need from life. Drive, desire, passion, these things all mean nothing until put into action. Everyone WANTS to be successful, everyone WANTS to be rich, everyone WANTS to win. Everyone WANTS to be remembered.
But no one wants pain.
No one wants to be tired.
No one wants to be bleed.
No wants to rehabilitate from torn ACL’s.
No one wants to die for something if it interrupts their convenient cherished comfort.
Reaching out for an old camcorder setup on a tripod just a few feet away, the faint red light flashes on.
“A wise man once said that everyone wants to be the best. But you’re only the best until someone better comes along. It is better to be great instead, as no one can take that away from you.
With a fresh clean slate for all of us in GCW, the questions are already there. Who is great? Who is good? Who is bad? And most importantly- who is the best.
The World Heavyweight title tournament is supposed to be the measuring stick. Separate the wolves from the sheep so they don’t get slaughtered, and to put simply- separate the men from the boys.
I don’t think most of us cannot wait until the end of the tournament though. We can’t wait until “One”, when the first ever World champion will be crowned. We need to know now. You want the answer? It’s right in front of you.
I am the measuring stick.
I am the wall to climb.
I am the line in the sand.
I am the King sitting on his thrown laughing off the peasants trying to dethrone him while I fuck and de-flower their wives before them. Then they can kiss my feet, lick my ass, beg for mercy, whatever option they choose but the end result will always be the same.
I am, always, and will be the ayatollah, God, and standard you strive to live up to.
You want the bar? It just drilled you in the face. Time to elevate yourself to it or shut up and get out of the way. I’m not here friends, I’m here for dominance. Whether they like it or not the fans, wrestlers, and this company will remember me and my name. They don’t get a choice in the matter of my legacy- I do. If anyone of you think you deserve better than that, can fly higher, climb higher, dig deeper, then step up, because it is going to be long night full of terrors and I’m their mother fucking gate keeper.
If you don’t want to be one of the bloodied, lifeless, corpses left in my path then exit now and once again stay out of the way. Otherwise there is to sympathy or empathy sold at this vending machine, only vigilance, vengeance, and vindication.
On Monday we will have vindication, there will be a clear direction this company is going in and it will have my name in front of it. Everyone will be erased, everyone will be forgotten, they will be eclipsed and Vindcation will be…ecliptical.”
Reaching forward the blinking little red light is extinguished from existence as the recording stops. The tape is pulled and sealed in a manila envelope set on a small table by the door usually reserve for keys, incoming mail, cellphones, or in this case out going video tapes.
Heading downstairs while dodging the rusted bent nails popping out of them, it feels good to finally get in the shower. To wash clean the past, the guilt, the burden, the sin. A clean future is what is best for us all and rumors, allegations, or accusations are irrelevant in the eyes of the present. We all have our dirt little lies, our skeletons in the closet so to speak.
Some are just more literal than others.
I’m going to need another shower after this.
Slowly approaching a red metal door chain locked in the basement the rattling of chains can be heard, shaking and dancing in a fit of desperation and making love with fear.
As the door is unlocked and slowly pushed up a loud woman’s scream can be heard
Stepping out from the house and towards the near perished wooden mailbox reading 6672 Orland Rd. Way, the manila envelope containing a tape labeled “GCW” is slid into it. Stomping the dirt off my boots before entering the car and checking the rear view mirror for my reflection before wiping away one missed streak of red, it’s off to the airport I go. So many are heading off to the same thing as myself, but their stomachs are turning, aching, and twisting as the butterflies ballet around inside while myself is frozen over in calming perfection. Their emotions are on a roller coaster Knowing deep down they are no match, and forever sent to the “average” life of an underachiever.
How to describe my mood upon the dawn of a new day?
Relaxed, confident, rewarded. There is only one emotion left to feel.
Andrew Jordan: Anyone checked my app for approval yet?
Feb 7, 2017 12:13:34 GMT -5
Kidd West: We were waiting to see if you would join our discord chat Andrew
Feb 7, 2017 16:30:02 GMT -5
Deleted: hey is chat having trouble
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Deleted: chat? IDK
Feb 15, 2017 10:28:22 GMT -5
bedlam316: Hey. Just wondering am I supposed to start RPing if my profile was moved to the profiles section or do I need to wait to be "debuted" before that?
Feb 18, 2017 11:29:43 GMT -5
Kidd West: I will post up the rp threads tonigh. You can post your rp there whenever you are ready. Can I please bother you to join our Discord? XD discord.gg/Ee8Rbv6 It provides quicker contact with all members of the community
Feb 18, 2017 13:15:05 GMT -5
Kidd West: IF ANYONE CAN SEE THIS, I AM BACK FROM HOLIDAY
Apr 12, 2017 12:32:42 GMT -5
Kidd West: AND THE DEADLINE IS THURSDAY THE 12TH
Apr 12, 2017 12:32:57 GMT -5
stevewolf: Hey guys just wanted to introduce myself and thanks for the chance. I can't wait to get started and have some some fun with y'all.
Apr 16, 2017 18:31:24 GMT -5
Kidd West: Sweet! Will get match threads up tonight Steve. In the mean time come and join our Discord Community if you'd like easy access to the mods and to discuss wrestling content
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