Jesse Williams' RP (Fixed link)
Since it won't link right, just going to copy/paste the Rp ------------- Revelation. Not just a book, but something I know a lot But, could you blame me? Look at the facts, jack, they don't Did I mention that I had dogshit rubbed in my face by Trent Time goes by and I notice that NLW pops back up and what So incase you haven't been following along, since I won the That brings me back to where I went, and even though its no Wednesday, June 24th, 2009 I stare blankly at the all too familiar household, with 'Excuse me!' a waivering voice travels through the wind, 'I'm fine, ma'am.' I politely emote, 'And yes, I'm looking 'No, haven't you heard?' she intently asks, which brings me I can feel my jaw drop from my head, as I'm no longer 'My name is Jesse!' I reply, to which her bright face turns Tuesday, July 14th, 2009 I hate summer. Not because of the heat, or the amount of I begin rounding the front of the car, thumbing through my 'SHHH!' I breathe, bringing my index finger up to my lips as Running the risk of making a racket, I push on towards the In the corner of the room, a baby crib sits pressed against It's more than humbling, it's insulting. It's challenging me We get home, and then it instantly becomes Sarah and But, I was provided that by a phone call from Eriq Mobely- Without much to counter with, and absolutely no reasoning to Her attitude doesn't sit well with me and I let it be known Monday, August 10th, 2009 'Don't.' I moan, trying to hide the limp in my step as I My fears come true as she softly asks 'Why are you wearing I jerk myself up to a seated position on the couch, knowing 'But it's over now, I lost tonight and I'm officially 'I said don't come near me.' she screeches, as a look of 'You have an hour to get your shit, and get the FUCK out of Out of the corner of my eye I see Sarah standing in the 'There you go buddy.' I softly hum, 'Daddy's got you, but I I can feel the emotions running through my body, and knowing Tragic Hero. Look it up, because in my time away I learned a I'll admit, for a while there I thought I was the closest But sitting down and actually coming to those realizations, I'm not coming back the same I left. I'm not the top guy, That's my true revelation. I'm a tragic hero, but even more- So, I'm back- and why? It's simple really; stability and I've been accused of following Nicholas Perry around and But, there are two problems. First, I don't take to being Secondly, Sarah took my child from me. And all personal KILL. SMILE.
text.
about. My life has been about new experiences, and major
changes- and I know day to day that nothing will stay the
same. It's a thrill, but it's also a heavy burden. Years
have gone by with me carrying myself either for other
people, or so I could find some sort of inner peace in my
personal life. But with my surroundings, relationships and
emotions constantly morphing themselves into something
different than I imagined- I can't maintain a steady balance
in any of those three categories. Instead of making one
group incredibly happy, I spread myself so thin that I
became a fragment of a man. Unbalanced, and unabashed, I
found nothing following the deaf, dumb and blind and ended
up on the verge of just doing what I do best- disappearing.
lie. My last wrestling engagement in OWF ended with a show
that I had complete control over, turning into an absolute
shitfest. My plan was simple- break down Lopes with a hard
fought match against DJ, make sure JC and Trent Steel got
their asses kicked by El Plaga while forcing them to use the
tag title shot they won in the three man tag tournament and
force Specter to either admit he's a coward, or forfeit his
power to face me- and where he'd be really embarassed. What
really happened? Lopes out wrestled Dude JoB and gained more
momentum than ever, JC and Steel beat the pulp out of El
Plaga and Specter made me tap out.
Steel? Right, forgot about that. And how about when JC
pinned me at the show before mine? Damn, big details I'm
forgetting right there. But worst of all, with Specter
giving up power, the OWF folded with that being my lasting
legacy- covered in shit and tapping out on my own show. At
that moment, I walked away and tried to be something I have
wanted for so long. But before we go there, lets just set
the stage for why I am presently back.
happens there? Oh, lets get Jesse in a match with Kevin Heat
as soon as possible. I was less than thrilled, but I wanted
to repair my broken image and was willing to sacrifice
anything for it. I went in at less than one hundred percent,
but it didn't matter. The infamous Josh Allen, or as I know
him cocksucker piece of shit dickwad, comes on back with a
bit of a swagger in his step. Granted it's probably from his
anal exams, but my real gripe isn't the way he walked. It
was the way he spoke, and the way the fans reacted. One
illness and the entire crowd forgets about how much Josh
Allen disrespected them, but for me? 'Williams sucks!
Williams sucks' rings as loud as ever when I walk through
the curtains. It was enough for me, and when I signed on the
dotted line to face Allen I was consumed with the idea that
I'd put him out of his misery. I was wrong. I lost, again.
NLW Title and the Quest For The Best Tournament, I am a
combined one-three-and one in both federations. Some may say
thats not so bad, but for me it is unacceptable. I tried to
choke it down, but as time elapsed I just couldn't sit
around any longer.
surprise to some- I even found myself in shock at times. It
was a choice I was completely ready to undertake, but had no
idea what I was walking into.
4:46pm Eastern Standard Time
Brantford, Ontario, Canada
overgrown grass and weeds protruding out into the concrete
walkway. Just getting here was hard enough, and with all of
my utmost necessities packed in the two leather suitcases
held at my sides I can feel my damaged right leg begin
giving out under my weight. I move forward with one hobbled
step at a time, keeping the pain in the forefront of my mind
as to avoid the driving fear inside my body. I find it much
easier to slide the sole of my right shoe over the concrete
instead of lifting to take a step and dealing with any
impact as I approach the brick stoop. Unfortunately the pain
dissapates as I wonder how to even go about entering the
house, while my body tackles the stairs without any
conscious thought towards it. Atop the stoop I place both
bags at my feet, and instinctively ring the door bell-
knowing that showing up unannounced may just send me right
back out the door. Thankfully the taxi cab driver is still
idled at the curb, probably counting his tip while I figure
out if Sarah will ever answer the door. I ring again by
pressing the door bell with my index finger, then step back
as I look up towards one of the windows to see if there is
any movement. A few seconds pass and before I lose patience
completely I fling open the aluminum screen door and pound
upon the wooden door. Still nothing as I roll my arm back,
about to pound once more.
just barely catching my attention. I turn away from the door
to see an old lady in a pink robe walking across Sarah's
lawn in a pair of bunny slippers. 'Are you looking for
Sarah, deary?' the woman bellows the moment I set my eyes
upon her, which again is faint to my ears. To hear her
better I step off of the stoop and slowly approach her with
a limp in my step. She points it out, groaning 'Oh dear, you
look like you need a hand. I can call my grandson!' as she
motions back towards her house.
for Sarah. Is she home?'.
to quick retort- snapping 'Heard what?'. A wide smile
appears across her face as she mumbles 'She's having a baby!
Isn't that wonderful?'.
concerned with this conversation. Instead of speaking I just
stare at the woman before glancing over my shoulder to see
if the taxi has left yet. Although the driver has his foot
on the brake, ready to pull away, he still hasn't done so.
In a huff I pull my body around to face the taxi, and jog
away from the old lady. As I cross the grass I ignore my
bags on the stoop, and keep concentrated on getting to the
hospital and not tripping myself up on the sloped lawn.
Dragging my right foot causes a bit of trouble as I find it
hooked under some entangled grass with every step, but I
push forward. As I approach the taxi I grab a hold of the
door handle and quickly pop it open, when it dawns on me
that I am a fish out of water here in Canada. Without
thinking twice about it I shift back around to face the
house from which the woman came from, finding her near
entering her humble abode. 'Hey, you wouldn't happen to know
what hospital she's at- would you?' I yell before she can
slam the door. Being as sweet as she is, she steps back out
into the blazen sun and looks in my direction. She cups her
hands around the sides of her mouth and screams back 'I'd
assume Brantford General on Terrace Hill. But don't take my
word for it, Josh!'. She takes me back with that statement,
as the driver grows more and more impatient.
dark and she quickly scurries back inside of her house. I'm
even more confused than I was before, but I suppose my
reputation precedes me. I brush it off as a simple mixup of
names and duck down into the back seat of the cab, closing
the door behind me. Before I can even tell the driver where
to go, he quips 'Aren't you going to get your bags, bud?' as
he motions to the house. With a quick glance I eye them up,
then reply 'No, they'll be fine.' sharply, trying to get on
the road as soon as possible. The driver either ignores me,
or didn't listen, as he continues 'That looks like some nice
leather there, I don't know.' in a nervous tone. I feel my
mind about to snap, but I keep my anger to myself- and
respond calmly, saying 'This is Canada, not Compton. Now get
me to Brantford General.'.
8:01pm Eastern Standard Time
Brantford, Ontario, Canada
skimpy outfits worn by overweight fools- but because the sun
now sets so late that my usual comings and goings are no
longer hidden by the night. This has made my movements,
mostly in attempts to get myself some space from a cramped
lifestyle, very cautious. God knows there is no wrath like a
woman scorned, and if Sarah knew I was disappearing for
hours at a time to just get in good physical shape while
rehabbing my knee- I'd be a dead man. Returning to the house
this time, dusk has just began to set in as the orange sun
beams through a set of staggered clouds along the horizon. I
pull up to the house next door and turn the headlights of my
black 2009 Mustang off as I ease off the brake- rolling up
to the curb in front of Sarah's house. I reapply the brake
with my left foot and softly jerk the car into park. My
sight shifts through the passengers side window, looking
into the windows of the house to see any signs of movement.
There is complete darkness in every window on this side of
the house, which brings a sigh of relief from my lungs. I
move my right hand to the ignition and turn the key towards
me, shutting down the engine before yanking the key it's
slot. Before exiting I glance to my backseat and eye up my
duffel bag, which I choose to leave to air out- with the
stench of sweat filling the interior of my car being better
than stinking up any part of the house and definitely giving
me away. Although I can only assume that Sarah and Jamison
are fast asleep, I still take every step to be as quiet as I
can be while popping my car door open. With one movement I
lunge up from my seat, and firmly slam the door shut- having
rather shut it once with a loud noise, than shut it halfway
and have to do it again.
keys to pick out the one for the front door as I skip up
onto the curb. Walking across the freshly cut grass,
courtesy of myself, is a lot easier this time and provides
little reprocussion when it comes to volume produced with
each step. Everything seems to be going smoothly, when I
hear a loud shriek cut through the air. 'Jesse!' the old
lady from next door yells from her open bay window, 'Haven't
seen you around! I figured you left them again! How's Sarah
and Jami-'.
a look of absolute shock comes across her face. When I know
I have her full attention I whisper 'The baby is sleeping,
I'll talk to you tomorrow.' while walking onward towards the
stoop. The old hag gets the hint to mind her own business,
and rolls her window shut. I hear her lock it up as I step
up the brick stoop ever so slowly, and grab a gentle hold of
the screen door's handle. The damn thing makes a ton of
noise no matter your approach in opening it, so I simply pop
it back and deal with the loud screech. With my hand on the
door knob of the front door, I slide the key into the
deadbolt and find it unlocked already. I turn the knob to
the right and pop the door open, finding the entire area
downstairs lit by only a night light right next to the front
door. Shuffling myself inside I slowly pull my key from the
door, and with both hands softly push the door closed. I pop
the dead bolt to the right and lock the door, then place my
keys upon the table right next to the night light. As I
proceed towards my makeshift bed on the couch in the living
room, I try to tiptoe across the floor. Regardless the floor
boards creak under my feet with every step, even after
exiting the foyer and it's wooden floor- and entering the
living room, and it's carpetted floors. Luckily for me I
know every inch of this house like the back of my hand, so
there is no need to shed any more light on the setting in
order to make sure my bedding is in place. Once I confirm it
is I turn away and face where I believe the stairs to be. It
takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness
before the dark outline of the steps come into view from
across the room.
staircase with the utmost ease in every step. Reaching the
bottom of it, I slip my right foot out of my sneaker and
kick it to the side- then use the toes on my right foot to
slide the heel of my left shoe off of my other foot. Without
the thick rubber under my feet my steps are a lot quieter as
I ascend the carpetted stairs with my right hand firmly
gripping the wooden bannister bolted to the wall.
Considering every precaution before making any other
movements I move to the top of the staircase, and glance
into the room at the end of the hallway- with its door
slightly ajar. It's impossible to see into the room, but the
absolute quiet gives me a sense of calm for the first time
since pulling up onto the premises. I step off towards that
room, rolling up onto the balls of my feet as I tiptoe down
the hall. Instead of entering through the open door, I pull
off to the right and move into an adjacent room which is
well lit by three nightlights on three different walls.
the two walls. Sitting next to the crib I can see a beaming
red dot, coming from a baby monitor set up even though the
master bedroom is within earshot. I approach the crib even
slower and more cautious than I had traversed through the
hallway. When I reach, I hang my head downwards to lay eyes
upon a beautiful sight. My child, Jamison Edwin Wil-
...Perry, lays asleep with his handsown baby blanket tucked
in around his gentle frame. The emotions I feel are so
mixed, that I can't even break out a smile as I stare at my
flesh and blood. His name, his life, and his choices were
never and will never be influenced by me. Legally, I'm not
binded to this child in any manner- as I'm here on my own
accord. Sarah never wanted child support, and never seeked
any sort of visitation process when it came to me. She stole
my heart, my money, my time and energy- and she took away
anything besides a faint promise that if I stayed away from
wrestling, I could be Jamison's father. My last match?
Nearly exactly a month ago. My fatherly duties? Cleaning up
diapers and making sure the house is stacked with whatever
Mommy and baby want.
to take me out of a world I know so much about, and put me
in a place where I am set up to lose. And of all the fucking
people in the world, Sarah Perry should fucking know that I
knew my life would be complete when I had a family to call
my own. It's obvious she knows, because she milked me dry
while dangling the hopes I had held since I can remember.
So, I can be in his life- but from his birth, I was taken
away from any real responsibility. I arrived to the
hospital, promptly got my way to the maternity ward to find
that I couldn't witness the birth because I wasn't family-
and there was no proof it was my child. When Sarah came to,
oh, eighteen hours later- she gave them an okay, only to
chew me the fuck out for not being there. Then I was chewed
out because I was there, at all. I received a copy of the
birth certificate, and sure enough my name is only to be
found in a bold typeface at the bottom- while the child has
naturally assumed the name from the mother. So, I have a
son- but it's a fucking Perry.
Jamison, plus one. I get away from wrestling because Sarah
wanted me to be around for the child to grow up, but when I
was around she resented me for it. I go from being one of
the most recognizable faces in professional wrestling, to
getting asked for autographs at the super market when I have
a cart full of baby food, diapers, tampons and alcohol. Food
and diapers for Jamison, tampons for Sarah, and alcohol for
my fucking sanity. And I wouldn't have a fucking problem
with that, if I was actually respected as a human being and
given a bit of a chance to be a good father. Instead, I'm
stripped down to Joe Schmo on Blueberry Lane and there
really seemed like there was no way out.
telling me of my contractual obligations to appear on NLW
events. So I started to sneak away from Bumblefuck Ontario,
and got into a training regimen. I got stronger, I rehabbed
my leg as best I could and I showed back up in NLW- having
no intention of being an in ring performer, and just trying
to avoid a lawsuit. I had to further that when I was
informed that I had to face Kevin Heat, which I accepted. So
just like every other time I disappeared to rehab my
battered body in the first lull I've had in a while, I got
the hell out and made an appearance. Low and behold, Allen
returns and now I'm informed I have to defend my
Championship as long as I am champion- or I must forfeit the
belt. But I'm thinking nothing of that now. I've wiped away
all thoughts of wrestling and left them in the ring, because
this is my life now. Maybe once my commitments to NLW are
finished, I will be able to focus on being a father and
Sarah can begin to consider me as something more than a
mirror image of everything wrong that has happened to her in
her life. I can't make the same mistakes that plagued her
for so long, and expect to be given anything besides death
stares and chores to get finished. That doesn't mean I
should be condemned before committing any single act of
disappointment, but it does mean I have to try a bit harder.
I bring myself out of thought as I lower my right hand into
the crib and gently rub my palm over the head of Jamison. A
smile finally comes across my face while I back away from
the crib very slowly, backpeddling towards the door. I spin
myself around and quickly dart back out into the hallway,
returning towards the staircase just as quietly as I walked
from it. Just when I think I am in the clear, 'So, how was
your night?' Sarah bellows down the hallway as I am about to
step downstairs. It stops me in my tracks, as I stand
shocked at her unwillingness to lower her volume while the
baby sleeps. Before I can respond, Sarah adds 'Obviously not
good enough for you to come home and do anything besides
wake Jamison up!'- which is immediately followed by a loud
scream coming from his room. Sarah motions towards the room
with her left arm and a look of absolute anger comes across
her face, but I won't have it. I retort sharply, mumbling
'Excuse me, you woke him up when you started yelling.' which
only makes her more furious with me. Her voice intensifies
as she formulates the words in her head to respond, taking a
few seconds for herself while Jamison wails away. 'Don't
make this about me, this is about you and you sneaking out
at night to get away from Jamison and your
responsibilities.' she shrieks, which catches me a bit off
guard as I never thought she'd wake up and actually go
downstairs to check on me.
divulge my return to NLW, I state 'Oh you don't know the
half of it.', replying as bluntly as possible. Sarah won't
accept that as a feasible answer, and further inquires 'So,
enlighten me then Jesse.' which now causes me to fall into a
lull of silence. With it, Sarah steps into Jamison's room
and disappears from sight which now hits a chord of rage
within me. I stomp down the hallway and turn through the
doorway, immediately countering 'I come here and I gave up
on something I really cared about, to have a life I didn't
know how to live. But I stepped up to the plate, and you
walked me intentionally on four pitches.' which makes her
shoot her head around on her shoulders. 'What are you
talking about? Pitches?' she asks, really having no clue
about my baseball analogy. For a second I think about how I
can explain it to her in terms she'd understand, pausing to
collect my thoughts. 'I came ready to do the right thing,
and you haven't given me a chance. 'Jesse we need peach baby
food.', 'Jesse, Jamison needs to be changed', 'Jesse, fix
this, that and the other thing'- but what interaction have I
had with him that doesn't involve cleaning food that I try
to put into his mouth from his chin, or cleaning shit from
his asshole every time he drops a deuce?' I shout, which
absolutely infuriates Sarah beyond return. She hisses 'Watch
your mouth around him!' as she turns herself back to the
crib, and reaches in to console Jamison.
as I quip 'Oh give it a rest, he's not even a month old.'.
Almost immediately I continue 'If he picks up any words we
say, then we have a robot baby. Or a parrot.' sarcastically.
I officially cross the line, with Sarah keeping her back to
me. 'Just get out of my sight, you can't take anything
seriously- can you?' Sarah groans as she scoops a still
crying Jamison up into her arms, and walks past me as she
returns to her room in a huff. Before I can respond, her
door is slammed shut and I hear a click from behind the
door- which I assume was her locking it, for what reason I
do not know. Defeated I sulk away with my head hung to the
floor, praying for an outlet to get my frustrations out.
5:41am Eastern Standard Time
Brantford, Ontario, Canada
stagger towards the couch- having just gotten in from the
trip from Maryland. The trip was long, and coming in to find
Sarah waiting for me was just another thing I didn't want to
deal with at this very moment. Collapsing to a seated
position onto the leather cushions, I slide the wool hat off
of my head and kick both legs up as I lay down on the mess
of bedding I hadn't made when I left. I hear the footsteps
of Sarah grow closer along the carpet just seconds before
she mumbles 'Are you drunk?'. A deep sigh escapes from my
lungs, annunciated through my lips, while I stare blankly up
at the ceiling. Sarah comes into view as she stands over the
couch with her arms crossed over her stomach. In the hopes
of getting her off my case I retort 'Yes, I am and I need to
sleep it off. So, goodnight.'. A deep sniffing sound comes
from above as Sarah inhales through her nostrils as she
bends her neck down to lower her head further. With a
disgusted look on her face she asserts 'You don't smell of
beer. You smell like hot garbage.', which almost brings a
chuckle from deep within my body. The only reason I don't
laugh is because I knew I forewent a shower, threw on the
same street clothes I had on and even came back in my
wrestling boots, in order to get back to Canada as soon as
possible- and my Puerto Rican shower obviously did not do
the trick. 'I drank Jagermeister in a dumpster all night,
got really fucking sloshed.' I half-jokingly moan, which
doesn't even bring a reaction from Sarah. At this very
moment I know she's suspicious, and I can't really say
anything that will sway her opinion. The silence from her
gives me a glimmer of hope that I will be allowed to sit
alone and depressed, before I slip off into sleep and start
my new life tomorrow- but somewhere deep inside of me, I
know that won't be the case.
your wrestling boots? I had them nicely put away and
everyth...', when suddenly her voice trails off. A bolt of
fear strikes throughout my body, but I keep myself still to
give the impression that it is no big deal. I try to put it
into words, but keep my mouth shut as I really don't know if
I can be convincing. I can see it become clear through her
eyes as to where I was, but for her own confirmation she
sternly asks 'You were wrestling, weren't you?'.
that I've been found out. 'Listen, I can explain...' I
stammer while pushing myself from my seat. Sarah steps back
and uncrosses her arms to extend them towards me, exclaiming
'Don't you take a step closer. That restraining order hasn't
been rescinded yet, and I'll put you in jail.'. Knowing that
won't help anything I remain standing just in front of the
couch, and emote 'I was wrestling, okay?' with a lot of
passion in my voice. 'But I had no choice, I was
contractually obligated to New Legends of Wrestling until I
lost the belt.' I continue, but Sarah shows no emotion
compared to the amount I am laying out in front of her.
retired.' I state, taking a quick breath while taking a step
forward. 'I'm completely commited to you and Jamison, now.'.
insanity comes across her face. 'I don't care what YOUR
plans are, Jesse. It's too FUCKING late.' she screams, her
face turning a bright shade of red and her breathing
becoming very labored. 'You're a liar, a manipulator and you
deserve to be alone and miserable for the rest of your
life.' she adds just as intensely as her earlier words
before she steps backwards towards the stairs.
MY familys life.' she beckons before she swiftly turns
around and sprints up the stairs faster than I have seen
Sarah move ever before. As I stand I can see her stop at the
top of the staircase, just seeing her from her knee down.
'Sarah, wait!' I exclaim knowing she hasn't given up all
hope on me, until I see her step to her right and almost out
of view. 'Please...SARAH!' I yell again, with one leg
disappearing behind the wall atop the stairs. In desperation
I scream 'ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!', following it up with 'I'll go,
and I'll never come back!' which stops Sarah for a moment.
'I just want to see Jamison before I go.' I add softly,
hoping to say goodbye to a child who will never remember me
and may never be told who his real father is. Her hesitation
shows hopeful signs, which are realized as she groans 'Come
up and do it now, because he has to wake up at seven to
eat.'. A sense of calm comes over my body just shortly
before I step off to the staircase. I make quick work of
walking through the living room, and skip up the steps two
at a time- passing by Sarah without even looking her in the
face. Once in front of her I walk a bit slower towards his
room, while I hear her following close behind. Swooping
inside I walk towards the cabinet next to the crib, and pull
a cord that flips on a soft yellow light that dimly
illuminates the corner of the room the crib is positioned
in.
doorway, watching my every move as I turn to the side of the
crib. I set my eyes on the slumbering Jamison, and reach my
arms down into the crib- softly clutching him under his head
and back. He awakes, and breaks off into a sobbing cry while
I cradle him in my arms. 'Good job, you fucking asshole.
Just give him to me and go.' Sarah asserts, knowing that I
have never been in a situation where I had to quiet him back
down. I ignore her words and pick Jamison up to my chest,
hissing 'Shhh baby, it's alright. It's daddy.' while rocking
him side to side. To my surprise, he quiets down almost
immediately and falls right back asleep over my shoulder.
have to leave you with Mommy. Daddy has made a few too many
mistakes, and Mommy can give you a lot more than I can. Just
know that I love you with all of my heart, and even if you
never know who I am- you will always be my son.'.
that the longer I stay here the harder it will get. I pull
Jamison gently off of my shoulder, and back into a cradled
position in my arms. I lay him back into his bed and pull
his baby blanket over him, then softly corressing the top of
his bald head with the palm of my left hand. The tears begin
swelling up in my eyes as I lean upwards, straightening
myself up and glancing one last time at my child. I close my
eyes and turn away, pulling the light cord downwards to turn
it off. I walk through the doorway, and past Sarah as a tear
rolls down my right cheek. I head off to the various closets
where my belongings are located, completely lost and having
abandoned absolutely all hope of living any productive life
from here on out.
lot about myself in studying some of the literature
collected in Sarah's house. I was never one for greek
mythology, but then again I really haven't ever held and
interest in reading books. Surprisingly enough, some
reoccuring themes really took hold with me. First, the
protagonist it usually filled with a sense of arrogance and
delusion about himself, which usually ends up being his
fall. With that, the hero realizes that he is a result of
his actions and not from outside influence, he understands
his doom while faced with the utmost important of choices.
And if the hero survives, he learns something from his
mistake in taking a false sense of accomplishment- but, even
if he doesn't, his suffering is meaningful because it was
never wholly deserved and just. Get where I'm going with
this? Didn't think so.
thing to god himself. I couldn't be stopped once any bell
rung, and I took on all obstacles in my attempt to validate
myself. There just wasn't an end to my progress, in my eyes,
and that meant I had to keep working. Win after win after
win, and my ego was never bigger. My problem was never
anything that happened in the ring, but my complete
arrogance when it came to managing a stable personal life.
It was my choice to be a wrestler, and I have certainly
accomplished enough to walk away and let a new stream of
talent get a shot. If I wanted to, I could have been with
Sarah from day one of her pregnancy- but I didn't. Sure
there was an ultimatum, but that still left the decision up
to me- and I knew the consequences. I knew that I would have
a child, my first after two miscarriages, that would grow up
watching his father from afar just like Nicholas did with
Zack. I knew that if I wasn't there to see his first
everything, whether it be steps or words, that he'd grow
disenchanted with me once he was old enough to realize that
he was only around Mommy. For so long there was nothing more
important than having a child, and when the opportunity
arose from a rendevous with Sarah, I made my choice with
only my own well-being in mind. With that in mind, I went
back to wrestling in NLW and found out that I was away for
too long and it left me on the brink of mortality. But, I
survived with nothing to call my own except for my
possessions and my home, knowing that there would be one
thing to come from this. Never again would I assume that I
was god, or would I assume that a steady personal life would
ease my mental pain. It was very sobering and my punishment
was severe, as I went from the man with everything to having
absolutely nothing.
I couldn't stay away- and it cost me everything. What did I
have left in August? NLW Title was gone, OWF Title might as
well have been made of cardboard and my last chance at
having a family had disappeared. And it left me in a bad
place. I stopped living for the moment, and instead decided
there is only one thing I can count on. One thing that will
always be there. And that's my god given ability to be
better than I was in my last few matches. Sure, showing back
up in NLW for my matches against Kevin Heat and Josh Allen
basically sealed my fate in more ways than one- but I am
here to start all over again. An opportunity to regain my
name has arisen, and I have decided to take it. I make my
return on the Halloween Edition of Uprising, and I am
refocused.
I'm hungry and now there are no distractions. I don't have
to pretend to be something I'm not. For so long I've bitched
about an uneasy personal life, but in the end I am ten times
better off than anyone on their best day- just because I am
me. I'm cold, I'm heartless and I only care about myself-
I've been informed by the thousands I've opposed, and the
dozens who wasted any time on a personal relationship with
me. Don't blame me for my selfish ways, those same people
are the ones who shaped me into this animal I've become.
I've always had some reason to reserve myself, whether for
my health or for any other slew of reasons. I had restraints
put upon me, and now the only thing holding me back is
myself.
so I am a professional wrestler, I am the best at what I do-
and what I do from here on out is going to be dictated by me
and no one else. Not Mobely, not any opponent I face and
certainly not Nick James when he brings his ass back to the
federation.
revenge. When I wrestle, I dictate the fate of myself and my
opponents. There is nothing more sturdy for me than what I
know I will accomplish every time that bell rings. The world
turned on me and threw me to the curb, so now I'll make them
seriously regret cheering for any superstar who opposes me
by breaking their wills, spirits and bodies infront of their
own eyes. Josh Allen took my title from me, and I am going
to pay it forward to him- bank on that. Regaining the NLW
Championship is more of a matter of when than if, but, there
is one real underlying reason.
trying to shit on his parade, and I always denied it. You
know why I denied it? Because it was true then. When I came
here, I didn't look to lock horns I even sent him a long
letter making sure any appearance I made wouldn't hamper his
time in NLW. But now, it's a much different story. I've
caught up on the bullshit he has been spilling from his
outhouse of a mouth on Uprising, and I heard through the
grapevine about what he says when the cameras aren't on him.
He has become obsessed with setting himself apart from me,
which has made him more selfish and egotistical than I could
ever be. He calls his signature move the Anti-Williams,
which is exactly as it sounds. A shooting star senton bomb,
probably one of the most retarded ideas in the history of
professional wrestling moves, is definitely not me. I'm very
touched that Nick would go so far out of his way to pay
tribute to his hate for me, but I'm more-so proud at him
becoming Mini-Me.
disrespected- esspecially from a teenaged punk who doesn't
know that the consequences of his words will come with swift
actions. He has dragged my name through the mud since he
dropped off the OWF radar, and for so long I couldn't do a
damn thing about it. I couldn't harm Sarah's child, I mean-
what would that say about what I would do to her other,
which was mine as well. But now? Fuck, that kid is a Perry-
not a Williams. It's doomed to a life of mediocrity and
disappointment, and I'm no longer bound by Sarah's own
choice. I don't have Sarah looming over me, watching if I
were to kick the attitude out of Nicholas.
strife between me and Nick aside, I'll take one of hers- for
good.
CUT IT OUT FOR ME THIS TIME.
Haven't seen him smile in awhile.