Post by Matt Steele on Jan 13, 2013 3:57:50 GMT -5
My name is Jimmy and I'm an alcoholic.
Its been two years since I had my last drink.... and I would be lying if I said I didn't miss it. Especially at times like these, the Army of One ppv draws near and with it the rumble match, where the pressures on for me to get my redemption.
This match could be the all defining moment of my career, a chance to get into the main event spotlight and prove everyone, who been doubting this washed up drunkard. There is just one obstacle or actually a truck load of them, the other guys on the MPW roster gunning for the same thing.
On that night there will be a ring full of talent, skill and ambitions that par if not exceeds my own, but still I got something to prove and I'll fight this fight as was it my last. I'll stand toe to toe with some of the most decorated and impressive wrestlers this business has to offer. I don't have illusions of grandeur, thinking I can out wrestle them, but I can out brawl them. This is gonna be a fight, my fight, and I'll be kicking ass and taking names like never before.
When I enter that ring, I'll enter it as a Deadman, I got nothing to loose and everything to gain. I'm determined to make an impact on MPW, so I'll claw, rip and fight my way to the top, come hell or high water.
All the Baxters, Carters and even Crunches in this world won't stop me, they are put on notice, cause I'll take them to the Deadman Wonderland, that is the ring of Jimmy Fatal. They choose to enter and I'll make them regret it.
This is the way made clear to me by my higher power. I asked for direction, for the serenity, courage and wisdom, to follow the right path. I was shown the road of the Deadman, of living and fighting without regrets or fear and that's the mindset I'm bringing to the ring.
Slowly Jimmy sits back down and looks around the room, where a circle of people are looking back at him. All of them with different stories, all of them with different reasons, and all of them with a common goal, to stay sober. That is what fills the meetings of Alcoholics Anonymous and the life of Jimmy Fatal.
Lately though Jimmy has started to question this truth, question if it is his truth, cause the whole reason he started in A.A. Was to learn not to fear, but this community is build on fear, the fear of taking that first drink. He doesn't fear alcohol, doesn't fear that first drink, he has accepted that its not part of his life anymore, that he can't drink anymore and that he is free from this demon.
Although he should feel free, he feels constricted by dragging himself to these meetings every week, by listening to and telling about the fear of drinking. Complaining about how the world wants to push him down that black hole again and about the choices he has to take.
Like the choice to enter the rumble match, its his own choice, its a decision he made to move on in his life. He wants to raise above his current status, doesn't want to fear, what it can bring. So many wrestlers fallen down when they reached the top. Ended up addicted to drugs and alcohol or even dead. He knows he doesn't want to go that slope and he knows he is stronger than that, cause it can't surprise him anymore. Inside he is already dead, at least the part of him tempted by these things, he is a Deadman fighting his way back to life.
The room is filled with smoke, emanating from the cigar stuck in the right side of the midgets mouth. The Asian looks at the others gathered at the table as he puffs away on the Cuban. Around him sits a rather odd group. There is the big Dane Primal swilling down another Carlsberg. Next to him, picking his nose, sits Matt Steele and finally the stone faced Jimmy Fatal. The four men has been meeting like this for years now, every month they meet and play cards, trading war stories from their time in the UK. They are not really friends, not really anything else, but a group of wrestlers, bonding over a card game.
Jimmy Fatal: Come on Sing, fold or raise
Fatal snares at his former manager, who blows smoke out of the left side of his mouth
Min Sing: Don't rush Jimmy, me thinking
Primal: There's a first
The three others laugh, while Min Sing just shoots Primal an evil stare
Min Sing: Shut up!... Me fold, Matt?
Matt Steele: OK I'll take all you three's
They all stare at Matt in disbelief and he looks back at them with a confused look
Matt Steele: What?
Jimmy Fatal: Its the same every time, for the love of god Matt, we're playing POKER!!!
Matt Steele: OH sowry
Primal: Lets take a break
They all drop their cards and Primal gets up and starts to walk out
Primal: I'm going on a beer run, anyone need anything?
Matt Steele: Fruity, Delicious, Delicious, Fruity, Fruity, Fruity! Skittles!!!
Jimmy Fatal: Nice going there JR, bring me some smokes
Min Sing: Me have copy of Busty Asians
They all stop and stare at Sing, who dreams away for a moment. Primal walks out the door and the three others sit back at the table
Min Sing: So dudes, you entering rumble match?
Jimmy Fatal: Sure as hell, this is going to be my way to the top. No more crappy matches, jobbing to nobodies, no more, sorry Jimmy you're not Main Event material, this time I'm going to show the world that Jimmy Fatal deserves to be on top of this business.
Min Sing: You go cowgurl on MPW champion!!!
Sing breaks down laughing as Jimmy looks furious
Jimmy Fatal: You know that's not what I meant, but I'm going to make an impact and everyone, who stands in my way will be trembled down.
Min Sing: You going to match Matt?
Matt Steele: I don't know, I want to, but not sure Adam is cool with it
Jimmy Fatal: Man up dammit, you used to be a great singles wrestler, so go for it, decide for yourself, Adam isn't your boss you know
Matt Steele: I know
Min Sing: Kick his ass sea bass!!!
The two others look at Sing, who sends them a big grin, Jimmy smiles and shakes his head, then looks up at Matt with a serious expression
Jimmy Fatal: Just so you know Matt, that if you enter, we might end up squaring off, but neither you nor your brother, will get in the way of me claiming that title shot, I'll drag you to hell and back if I need to.
Steele just nods, as he slowly gets up
Matt Steele: I have to go talk to Adam.... and Jimmy... same thing goes for you!
He leaves the room, Fatal and Sing are sitting back looking after him
Min Sing: Been long time, since me seeing both you so serious
Jimmy Fatal: yeah this is serious Sing, its my shot at redemption, and I'm not going to let it slip away
Slowly Fatal rises and walks off leaving Sing all alone
Min Sing: OH well, me go jerk off then
The shot opens with Jay Wyatt standing in a hallway knocking on a door, seemingly ready to conduct some kind of interview with the person living there. From the other side of the door the sound of the lock is heard and the door is slowly opened and Jimmy Fatal comes out in the doorway.
Jimmy Fatal: What the hell do you want?
Jay Wyatt: Well you scheduled an interview Jimmy
Jimmy Fatal: Yeah I know, but I wanted the Jordan chick
Jay Wyatt: Tasha is doing another interview, so she send me instead
Jimmy Fatal: Figures, she is probably, wiggling that fine ass at Clash, Baxter or some other big shot, while I get the B team... well get in.
Wyatt and the camera follow Jimmy inside the apartment and into the living room, which is surprisingly large and tastefully decorated. Bookshelf’s with different literature priding the room along side a variety of different paintings from Dali to Monet, Wyatt stops and stares at one of them.
Jimmy Fatal: Don't worry they are copies, I don't have the sort of money for the real ones
They sit down on the black leather couch and start the interview
Jay Wyatt: So Jimmy you said you wanted to talk about the Army of One rumble match, so I guess you are particip....
Jimmy Fatal: No shit Sherlock, did you have help getting to that conclusion?.... Wyatt This is why you are the fucking B team, but yes I'm entering and yes I have a message for MPW. You see I'm tired, tired of being the guy, who looks on while boneheads like Clash, Baxter and Soulfate get all the limelight. Don't get me wrong I know I might not have half the talent or charisma these guys have, but I got something they don't I got the will. You see I came up through the ranks of this business worked my ass off, day in and day out, no one ever handed me a title or named me wrestler of the month. I've earned my spot in that ring, not by being great on the microphone, not by doing some flashy moves, no I went in there and gave it my all each time and made others look good in the process, so come Army of One I'm done caring about what the fans or management want, I'm caring about what Jimmy Fatal wants!
Jay Wyatt: That is all good and well Jimmy, but what are your thoughts on the men and women, you will encounter in the match?
A thoughtful look glaces over Jimmy's face as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knee's and just stares into space.
Jimmy Fatal: I can't deny the talent, that will be in that ring, people like Bliss, Drake Hunter, TJ Pain and hell Chicken for that matter, they are all great and tough competitors. I don't fear stepping in there with any of them, like I told everyone who listens time and time again, I've fought my hardest opponent and won, I took myself to hell and back, fighting my addiction and came out stronger on the other side. I'm not claiming that this match will be easy, but when you spit death in the eye once, you can chose to fear it or step up and do it again. I wont cower in the corner for the rest of my life. To some that's Carpe Diem, others its God's Grace, for me its being marked a Deadman in the Deadman's wonderland.
A sinister smile starts playing on Jimmy's lips, Wyatt seemingly nervous slowly slides to the other side of the couch before getting up
Jay Wyatt: I think that's all we need, don't get up we know the way out
They leave the room leaving Jimmy sitting on the couch clutching his hands with an almost manic look on his face as the shot fades
Its been two years since I had my last drink.... and I would be lying if I said I didn't miss it. Especially at times like these, the Army of One ppv draws near and with it the rumble match, where the pressures on for me to get my redemption.
This match could be the all defining moment of my career, a chance to get into the main event spotlight and prove everyone, who been doubting this washed up drunkard. There is just one obstacle or actually a truck load of them, the other guys on the MPW roster gunning for the same thing.
On that night there will be a ring full of talent, skill and ambitions that par if not exceeds my own, but still I got something to prove and I'll fight this fight as was it my last. I'll stand toe to toe with some of the most decorated and impressive wrestlers this business has to offer. I don't have illusions of grandeur, thinking I can out wrestle them, but I can out brawl them. This is gonna be a fight, my fight, and I'll be kicking ass and taking names like never before.
When I enter that ring, I'll enter it as a Deadman, I got nothing to loose and everything to gain. I'm determined to make an impact on MPW, so I'll claw, rip and fight my way to the top, come hell or high water.
All the Baxters, Carters and even Crunches in this world won't stop me, they are put on notice, cause I'll take them to the Deadman Wonderland, that is the ring of Jimmy Fatal. They choose to enter and I'll make them regret it.
This is the way made clear to me by my higher power. I asked for direction, for the serenity, courage and wisdom, to follow the right path. I was shown the road of the Deadman, of living and fighting without regrets or fear and that's the mindset I'm bringing to the ring.
Slowly Jimmy sits back down and looks around the room, where a circle of people are looking back at him. All of them with different stories, all of them with different reasons, and all of them with a common goal, to stay sober. That is what fills the meetings of Alcoholics Anonymous and the life of Jimmy Fatal.
Lately though Jimmy has started to question this truth, question if it is his truth, cause the whole reason he started in A.A. Was to learn not to fear, but this community is build on fear, the fear of taking that first drink. He doesn't fear alcohol, doesn't fear that first drink, he has accepted that its not part of his life anymore, that he can't drink anymore and that he is free from this demon.
Although he should feel free, he feels constricted by dragging himself to these meetings every week, by listening to and telling about the fear of drinking. Complaining about how the world wants to push him down that black hole again and about the choices he has to take.
Like the choice to enter the rumble match, its his own choice, its a decision he made to move on in his life. He wants to raise above his current status, doesn't want to fear, what it can bring. So many wrestlers fallen down when they reached the top. Ended up addicted to drugs and alcohol or even dead. He knows he doesn't want to go that slope and he knows he is stronger than that, cause it can't surprise him anymore. Inside he is already dead, at least the part of him tempted by these things, he is a Deadman fighting his way back to life.
The room is filled with smoke, emanating from the cigar stuck in the right side of the midgets mouth. The Asian looks at the others gathered at the table as he puffs away on the Cuban. Around him sits a rather odd group. There is the big Dane Primal swilling down another Carlsberg. Next to him, picking his nose, sits Matt Steele and finally the stone faced Jimmy Fatal. The four men has been meeting like this for years now, every month they meet and play cards, trading war stories from their time in the UK. They are not really friends, not really anything else, but a group of wrestlers, bonding over a card game.
Jimmy Fatal: Come on Sing, fold or raise
Fatal snares at his former manager, who blows smoke out of the left side of his mouth
Min Sing: Don't rush Jimmy, me thinking
Primal: There's a first
The three others laugh, while Min Sing just shoots Primal an evil stare
Min Sing: Shut up!... Me fold, Matt?
Matt Steele: OK I'll take all you three's
They all stare at Matt in disbelief and he looks back at them with a confused look
Matt Steele: What?
Jimmy Fatal: Its the same every time, for the love of god Matt, we're playing POKER!!!
Matt Steele: OH sowry
Primal: Lets take a break
They all drop their cards and Primal gets up and starts to walk out
Primal: I'm going on a beer run, anyone need anything?
Matt Steele: Fruity, Delicious, Delicious, Fruity, Fruity, Fruity! Skittles!!!
Jimmy Fatal: Nice going there JR, bring me some smokes
Min Sing: Me have copy of Busty Asians
They all stop and stare at Sing, who dreams away for a moment. Primal walks out the door and the three others sit back at the table
Min Sing: So dudes, you entering rumble match?
Jimmy Fatal: Sure as hell, this is going to be my way to the top. No more crappy matches, jobbing to nobodies, no more, sorry Jimmy you're not Main Event material, this time I'm going to show the world that Jimmy Fatal deserves to be on top of this business.
Min Sing: You go cowgurl on MPW champion!!!
Sing breaks down laughing as Jimmy looks furious
Jimmy Fatal: You know that's not what I meant, but I'm going to make an impact and everyone, who stands in my way will be trembled down.
Min Sing: You going to match Matt?
Matt Steele: I don't know, I want to, but not sure Adam is cool with it
Jimmy Fatal: Man up dammit, you used to be a great singles wrestler, so go for it, decide for yourself, Adam isn't your boss you know
Matt Steele: I know
Min Sing: Kick his ass sea bass!!!
The two others look at Sing, who sends them a big grin, Jimmy smiles and shakes his head, then looks up at Matt with a serious expression
Jimmy Fatal: Just so you know Matt, that if you enter, we might end up squaring off, but neither you nor your brother, will get in the way of me claiming that title shot, I'll drag you to hell and back if I need to.
Steele just nods, as he slowly gets up
Matt Steele: I have to go talk to Adam.... and Jimmy... same thing goes for you!
He leaves the room, Fatal and Sing are sitting back looking after him
Min Sing: Been long time, since me seeing both you so serious
Jimmy Fatal: yeah this is serious Sing, its my shot at redemption, and I'm not going to let it slip away
Slowly Fatal rises and walks off leaving Sing all alone
Min Sing: OH well, me go jerk off then
The shot opens with Jay Wyatt standing in a hallway knocking on a door, seemingly ready to conduct some kind of interview with the person living there. From the other side of the door the sound of the lock is heard and the door is slowly opened and Jimmy Fatal comes out in the doorway.
Jimmy Fatal: What the hell do you want?
Jay Wyatt: Well you scheduled an interview Jimmy
Jimmy Fatal: Yeah I know, but I wanted the Jordan chick
Jay Wyatt: Tasha is doing another interview, so she send me instead
Jimmy Fatal: Figures, she is probably, wiggling that fine ass at Clash, Baxter or some other big shot, while I get the B team... well get in.
Wyatt and the camera follow Jimmy inside the apartment and into the living room, which is surprisingly large and tastefully decorated. Bookshelf’s with different literature priding the room along side a variety of different paintings from Dali to Monet, Wyatt stops and stares at one of them.
Jimmy Fatal: Don't worry they are copies, I don't have the sort of money for the real ones
They sit down on the black leather couch and start the interview
Jay Wyatt: So Jimmy you said you wanted to talk about the Army of One rumble match, so I guess you are particip....
Jimmy Fatal: No shit Sherlock, did you have help getting to that conclusion?.... Wyatt This is why you are the fucking B team, but yes I'm entering and yes I have a message for MPW. You see I'm tired, tired of being the guy, who looks on while boneheads like Clash, Baxter and Soulfate get all the limelight. Don't get me wrong I know I might not have half the talent or charisma these guys have, but I got something they don't I got the will. You see I came up through the ranks of this business worked my ass off, day in and day out, no one ever handed me a title or named me wrestler of the month. I've earned my spot in that ring, not by being great on the microphone, not by doing some flashy moves, no I went in there and gave it my all each time and made others look good in the process, so come Army of One I'm done caring about what the fans or management want, I'm caring about what Jimmy Fatal wants!
Jay Wyatt: That is all good and well Jimmy, but what are your thoughts on the men and women, you will encounter in the match?
A thoughtful look glaces over Jimmy's face as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knee's and just stares into space.
Jimmy Fatal: I can't deny the talent, that will be in that ring, people like Bliss, Drake Hunter, TJ Pain and hell Chicken for that matter, they are all great and tough competitors. I don't fear stepping in there with any of them, like I told everyone who listens time and time again, I've fought my hardest opponent and won, I took myself to hell and back, fighting my addiction and came out stronger on the other side. I'm not claiming that this match will be easy, but when you spit death in the eye once, you can chose to fear it or step up and do it again. I wont cower in the corner for the rest of my life. To some that's Carpe Diem, others its God's Grace, for me its being marked a Deadman in the Deadman's wonderland.
A sinister smile starts playing on Jimmy's lips, Wyatt seemingly nervous slowly slides to the other side of the couch before getting up
Jay Wyatt: I think that's all we need, don't get up we know the way out
They leave the room leaving Jimmy sitting on the couch clutching his hands with an almost manic look on his face as the shot fades