Post by Kevin Hardaway on Jul 28, 2007 15:18:07 GMT -5
The scene opens up straight to the hotel room of GWC's own Kevin Hardaway, as the camera moves down from the ceiling, just paying attention to Hardaway, who with his wife Angelina are sleeping together peacefully. It's around 4 AM as we can see the moonlight creeping into their room. The TV ain't on, we just see the moonlight shining off their bodies. Then all of a sudden, we don't hear Kevin talking, but instead, we hear his thoughts running around deep inside his head...like something straight out of Sin City or a noir film of some type as Hardaway keeps sleeping, the camera paying attention to his closed eyes, the sounds of their breathing mixed in with the sounds of the gentle breeze coming through their window
My body is sore, and I can barely move. I struggle to move out of the ring, but I do it. I struggle to get out of bed, and venture on, but it's something that has to be done. I do this every day. I swear to god my body feeds off my pain, because that's the only reason I can get up off of bed, and still have enough energy to exercise my body away. But sometimes, I lose sight of what I do. Why do I wrestle? Why do I continue with this pain? Is it for fame? Is it for glory? Is it for money? No. I know it's for none of those reasons, and I know exactly why I do this. It's for the wrestlers. It's for the business. And it's definitely for all of the fans that cheer us on every single week and night, the kind of people that are loyal to wrestling, the ones that no matter what happens in this business, they stay true to all of the loyalists out there. Whether it's the marks that hate people like John Cena and Batista, to the simple 13 year old kid who loves to see his favorite wrestler win a match. It's all for them.
I care about this business too much, which is why I can't see it die. Wrestling right now is on it's knees tied up in the back of a boiler room, waiting for someone to just shoot it right in the head, so it needs something big to revitalize itself. It needs a revolution. It needs a change so big that when people like Mongo The Destroyer of the XHF, or Danny Vice of the GWC see it, they know what to do. They don't call us "superstars" or "celebrities", they don't let us go out there and try to ruin ourselves night in and night out by partying or doing anything else to the matter. They keep us safe, which in turn can either be a good thing or a bad thing. Good thing because they don't want us to be on that list of people. The list that the has-beens try and call us out on. Good thing because we can take care of ourselves. The bad thing is that when we have nothing or nowhere to go, what are we supposed to do? Wait and feed in hunger for the next big call.
I know that I don't want to be any one of those kind of people. But it's going to happen. In a way, you have to feel sorry for the people who have worked hard for this business, only for days, months, even years later to have it all taken away from. I can see it in the XHF, and hell...there's even rumors running around that this is it tomorrow. That their PPV is the last show they're going to put on. Who the hell knows, this is just my theory. I don't even work for them anymore. I'm here at the GWC now, where i'm being treated better than anybody else has ever done for me. Where they're giving me a f**king chance here. It's about time if you ask me. I'm not being cocky, or egotistical, or nothing, i'm just saying it like it is...and this Wednesday, I finally get a chance to show everybody in the world that I mean a spec at least in this business.
This Wednesday, I have to go and run into the Thunder. Sure, that seemed like a corny segway but it's true. I have to deal with my biggest challenge so far here. One of the two people in GWC history right now to be a 2-time GWC World Heavyweight Champion...and current GWC Tapout Champion. I'll be honest, coming here, I barely used any submission moves or holds on people. My theory was "fight first and strive next", don't worry about the holds and don't worry about tapping him out. Only worry about beating the living hell out of them and to take nothing back. To knock out or die trying. Wednesday, my theory gets thrown out the freakin' window. I have to go out there and use my cunning, to use my talents to knock him down. I got the STFU by my side, but I also have other tricks up my sleeve that no one but the smartest smark out there will see coming. Why? I have no idea.
So I lay here in my hotel room...my lovely wife snuggled up next to me, thinking, hoping, wondering...what the hell is going to happen? It only brings me back to what I thought about eariler. It's about that "revolution". And it's shocking and yet it's not surprising that people can't see this "revolution" within it's grasp. Not even the smartest smarks can't see it coming. It's beneath their eyes, which is pretty much the problem. They can't see what we're possibly up to. We're the "revolution", we're what's gonna be the revive of professional wrestling. And people may not see it now, but I'm the frontrunner. I will be one of the frontrunners that takes this little promotion and turns it into the next big thing. Believe and propser it, everybody. It's coming. The revolution is coming.
With that, Kevin opens his eyes as the camera focuses on his face. He slowly moves away from his sleeping wife and crawls slowly out of his bed. He walks over to his bathroom and turns on the water. He looks into the mirror for a few seconds and takes some of the warm water into his face, splashing it around as from the corner of his eye we see Angelina walking up towards him. She wraps her arms around his waist and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek as they both stare at each other from the mirror, holding each other like this, wondering what in god's green earth are they thinking about. The camera backs up from the room and the scene fades out from there, leaving some answers but many questions resolved
My body is sore, and I can barely move. I struggle to move out of the ring, but I do it. I struggle to get out of bed, and venture on, but it's something that has to be done. I do this every day. I swear to god my body feeds off my pain, because that's the only reason I can get up off of bed, and still have enough energy to exercise my body away. But sometimes, I lose sight of what I do. Why do I wrestle? Why do I continue with this pain? Is it for fame? Is it for glory? Is it for money? No. I know it's for none of those reasons, and I know exactly why I do this. It's for the wrestlers. It's for the business. And it's definitely for all of the fans that cheer us on every single week and night, the kind of people that are loyal to wrestling, the ones that no matter what happens in this business, they stay true to all of the loyalists out there. Whether it's the marks that hate people like John Cena and Batista, to the simple 13 year old kid who loves to see his favorite wrestler win a match. It's all for them.
I care about this business too much, which is why I can't see it die. Wrestling right now is on it's knees tied up in the back of a boiler room, waiting for someone to just shoot it right in the head, so it needs something big to revitalize itself. It needs a revolution. It needs a change so big that when people like Mongo The Destroyer of the XHF, or Danny Vice of the GWC see it, they know what to do. They don't call us "superstars" or "celebrities", they don't let us go out there and try to ruin ourselves night in and night out by partying or doing anything else to the matter. They keep us safe, which in turn can either be a good thing or a bad thing. Good thing because they don't want us to be on that list of people. The list that the has-beens try and call us out on. Good thing because we can take care of ourselves. The bad thing is that when we have nothing or nowhere to go, what are we supposed to do? Wait and feed in hunger for the next big call.
I know that I don't want to be any one of those kind of people. But it's going to happen. In a way, you have to feel sorry for the people who have worked hard for this business, only for days, months, even years later to have it all taken away from. I can see it in the XHF, and hell...there's even rumors running around that this is it tomorrow. That their PPV is the last show they're going to put on. Who the hell knows, this is just my theory. I don't even work for them anymore. I'm here at the GWC now, where i'm being treated better than anybody else has ever done for me. Where they're giving me a f**king chance here. It's about time if you ask me. I'm not being cocky, or egotistical, or nothing, i'm just saying it like it is...and this Wednesday, I finally get a chance to show everybody in the world that I mean a spec at least in this business.
This Wednesday, I have to go and run into the Thunder. Sure, that seemed like a corny segway but it's true. I have to deal with my biggest challenge so far here. One of the two people in GWC history right now to be a 2-time GWC World Heavyweight Champion...and current GWC Tapout Champion. I'll be honest, coming here, I barely used any submission moves or holds on people. My theory was "fight first and strive next", don't worry about the holds and don't worry about tapping him out. Only worry about beating the living hell out of them and to take nothing back. To knock out or die trying. Wednesday, my theory gets thrown out the freakin' window. I have to go out there and use my cunning, to use my talents to knock him down. I got the STFU by my side, but I also have other tricks up my sleeve that no one but the smartest smark out there will see coming. Why? I have no idea.
So I lay here in my hotel room...my lovely wife snuggled up next to me, thinking, hoping, wondering...what the hell is going to happen? It only brings me back to what I thought about eariler. It's about that "revolution". And it's shocking and yet it's not surprising that people can't see this "revolution" within it's grasp. Not even the smartest smarks can't see it coming. It's beneath their eyes, which is pretty much the problem. They can't see what we're possibly up to. We're the "revolution", we're what's gonna be the revive of professional wrestling. And people may not see it now, but I'm the frontrunner. I will be one of the frontrunners that takes this little promotion and turns it into the next big thing. Believe and propser it, everybody. It's coming. The revolution is coming.
With that, Kevin opens his eyes as the camera focuses on his face. He slowly moves away from his sleeping wife and crawls slowly out of his bed. He walks over to his bathroom and turns on the water. He looks into the mirror for a few seconds and takes some of the warm water into his face, splashing it around as from the corner of his eye we see Angelina walking up towards him. She wraps her arms around his waist and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek as they both stare at each other from the mirror, holding each other like this, wondering what in god's green earth are they thinking about. The camera backs up from the room and the scene fades out from there, leaving some answers but many questions resolved
