SPC Femrite
League Member
[[It was susposed to be over. No more wrestling in the ring. No more taking steel chair shots to the cranium anymore. No more thiry foot drops from the top or through some God-awful cage match to the ground, ring, or stacks of tables and whatnot below. No more worrying about how many times I had to walk that isle and step into that squared circle to see what type of a person I was...or how bad I sucked the week before. Instead, it was what I had to become...a father to a daughter who was just born. It was time to become a husband to a wife who didn't know what home was anymore...or if she still had the ability to cook a homecooked meal. It was time for a man to find out what REAL work was...not dancing about in a ring telling everyone "I am the Judge, Jury, and Executioner" anymore.
Oh yea, then this little thing called a "recession" decided to kick in. And what was my life as a teacher crashed head-first into budget cuts. A man who kids loved to come to and not just talk about History 101, but talk about the business of wrestling and mixed martial arts. I thought that I could stop dealing with the maddness of people constantly coming to me telling me just how "better" they were. Maybe that is why I went into MMA. Even a man my size, 6'8" and 275, I was able to fight in a division. Hell, he became the best in the area. But that seems not to matter anymore...there is no money in "amateur" MMA. If you want to make it, you have to get into the UFC (copywright) and IFL (another copywright). You have to be willing to sacrifice much...and you have to travel...something that I was not willing to do again...
Once again..."recession"...means something different is about to kick in...something that I haven't done in a long time...
Wrestle.]]
((Fade to the outside of a modest home. We see a black Ford Mustang sitting in the driveway with the license plate KOXOWA. From the front door we see Damian Stone walking out of the house with a duffel bag in his right hand, a computer bag in another. As he walks outside, we see his lovely wife, Echo, come into view. She is holding their daughter, Lexi, in her arms as he walks outside. As he walks to the car, the trunk opens and Damian throws the duffel bag into the back of the car. He opens the passenger door and puts the computer bag in the seat. Closing door, he turns around and gets "tackled" by his own "mutt", Bo. Damian laughs and walks back to his wife. D is dressed in jeans and an old DDS "Sanitaruim 2006" T-shirt.))
E: I see that someone would like to go with you.
D: Don't think that the hotel owners would allow HIM to go. I don't think I have the time to stop every 3 hours and walk the big brute either.
E: Yea, but you know how much that dog missed you when you leave.
D: I know. But he is a dog.
E: Man's best friend...as they like to say.
D: Turns me into a freaking tackling dummy...
E: You taught him how to "spear" people...
D: True.
E: Anyway...you should kiss your daughter goodbye before you go. It seems you've got a way to go...
D: Yea.
(He kisses her forehead, then kisses his wife on her lips. He then kneels down and looks at his dog)
D: Protect the house. If anyone shows up and tries to hurt them, rip off their f'in balls, you hear me?
(The dog looks at him, panting and wagging his tail)
D: I'll...take that as a yes.
(He gets up)
E: Be careful...
D: I will. I'll call you when I get there...
E: You are a gift...
D: And you are a blessing.
(With that lovely exchange, Damian walks over to the driver's side and hops in. Starting up the ride, he pulls out of the driveway and heads off down the block. The camera cuts away to an empty Wal-Mart parking lot where we see the Mustang parked. The camera zooms in and we see Damain leaning up against it. He is taking a long drag on a cigarette and looking down on the ground. Looks like he is about to speak on the business at hand. Let's have a listen.)
"EPW. Hello once again from the King of Xtreme himself, Damian Stone. Yea, it's cheesy...but it has been my nickname for such a long time that it just seems to fit. Well, it used to, if you catch my drift. For some of you, you might be wondering why I have decided to rear my ugly head once again at this federation. For others, they expect me to be here for a few and dissapear like normal. But what makes all of this so different is the fact that so many circumstances have changed. You see, when things like this...economic troubles, trouble banking...money issues all around...show up, people go to the things that they know provide you with the stability of the green stuff. In this case, I gave up being a loader at some plant in the middle of the state. I chose to come here and attempt to capture lightning in a bottle. I chose to walk away from my family for a few to provide them with the necessities that they needed in order to survive. If that means giving of myself the way that I used to, then it shall be done. If it means one more House of Horror match, then I will walk up those steps and into the damned structure. If it means giving of my soul to save my family, then we know that I will give my all to it. That's why this is so different. Every time that I walked away from this place, I knew deep inside that I was not on the same level as you. Guys like Triple X, JA, Lindsay Troy...I had no right to even be in their presense. Hell, to many of you right now, you STILL think that. But the times have changed.
EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED."
(Damian looks up and removes his sunglasses. You see a cold look in the remaining left eye that he still has)
"This world is falling at a pace that no man or woman alive can truly understand. They all just know that when it stops, everything that they loved and believed in will have mattered not. It will no longer be who is the best...it will truly no longer be who wanted it the most in life. Instead, it will be who was in the right place...at the right time...doing the right thing. For some of us, already, we know what that is like. For others, they will understand it soon enough. They'll get their taste of it...and discover its bitterness. We all will..."
(Damian smiles)
"I had more to say...but I think I will save it for another discussion with you all. I hope to see you all very soon. For some of you, you're going to wish my face never showed up. You see, I'm not the judge anymore. I'm not the jury. Hell, I'm not going to be the executioner like I used to be. They say in life that the best is only the best when they prove themselves against them. Well, they used to call me the KOX. Now, just call me Dangerous; because that is what I am...
Dangerous."
(FOB)
Oh yea, then this little thing called a "recession" decided to kick in. And what was my life as a teacher crashed head-first into budget cuts. A man who kids loved to come to and not just talk about History 101, but talk about the business of wrestling and mixed martial arts. I thought that I could stop dealing with the maddness of people constantly coming to me telling me just how "better" they were. Maybe that is why I went into MMA. Even a man my size, 6'8" and 275, I was able to fight in a division. Hell, he became the best in the area. But that seems not to matter anymore...there is no money in "amateur" MMA. If you want to make it, you have to get into the UFC (copywright) and IFL (another copywright). You have to be willing to sacrifice much...and you have to travel...something that I was not willing to do again...
Once again..."recession"...means something different is about to kick in...something that I haven't done in a long time...
Wrestle.]]
((Fade to the outside of a modest home. We see a black Ford Mustang sitting in the driveway with the license plate KOXOWA. From the front door we see Damian Stone walking out of the house with a duffel bag in his right hand, a computer bag in another. As he walks outside, we see his lovely wife, Echo, come into view. She is holding their daughter, Lexi, in her arms as he walks outside. As he walks to the car, the trunk opens and Damian throws the duffel bag into the back of the car. He opens the passenger door and puts the computer bag in the seat. Closing door, he turns around and gets "tackled" by his own "mutt", Bo. Damian laughs and walks back to his wife. D is dressed in jeans and an old DDS "Sanitaruim 2006" T-shirt.))
E: I see that someone would like to go with you.
D: Don't think that the hotel owners would allow HIM to go. I don't think I have the time to stop every 3 hours and walk the big brute either.
E: Yea, but you know how much that dog missed you when you leave.
D: I know. But he is a dog.
E: Man's best friend...as they like to say.
D: Turns me into a freaking tackling dummy...
E: You taught him how to "spear" people...
D: True.
E: Anyway...you should kiss your daughter goodbye before you go. It seems you've got a way to go...
D: Yea.
(He kisses her forehead, then kisses his wife on her lips. He then kneels down and looks at his dog)
D: Protect the house. If anyone shows up and tries to hurt them, rip off their f'in balls, you hear me?
(The dog looks at him, panting and wagging his tail)
D: I'll...take that as a yes.
(He gets up)
E: Be careful...
D: I will. I'll call you when I get there...
E: You are a gift...
D: And you are a blessing.
(With that lovely exchange, Damian walks over to the driver's side and hops in. Starting up the ride, he pulls out of the driveway and heads off down the block. The camera cuts away to an empty Wal-Mart parking lot where we see the Mustang parked. The camera zooms in and we see Damain leaning up against it. He is taking a long drag on a cigarette and looking down on the ground. Looks like he is about to speak on the business at hand. Let's have a listen.)
"EPW. Hello once again from the King of Xtreme himself, Damian Stone. Yea, it's cheesy...but it has been my nickname for such a long time that it just seems to fit. Well, it used to, if you catch my drift. For some of you, you might be wondering why I have decided to rear my ugly head once again at this federation. For others, they expect me to be here for a few and dissapear like normal. But what makes all of this so different is the fact that so many circumstances have changed. You see, when things like this...economic troubles, trouble banking...money issues all around...show up, people go to the things that they know provide you with the stability of the green stuff. In this case, I gave up being a loader at some plant in the middle of the state. I chose to come here and attempt to capture lightning in a bottle. I chose to walk away from my family for a few to provide them with the necessities that they needed in order to survive. If that means giving of myself the way that I used to, then it shall be done. If it means one more House of Horror match, then I will walk up those steps and into the damned structure. If it means giving of my soul to save my family, then we know that I will give my all to it. That's why this is so different. Every time that I walked away from this place, I knew deep inside that I was not on the same level as you. Guys like Triple X, JA, Lindsay Troy...I had no right to even be in their presense. Hell, to many of you right now, you STILL think that. But the times have changed.
EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED."
(Damian looks up and removes his sunglasses. You see a cold look in the remaining left eye that he still has)
"This world is falling at a pace that no man or woman alive can truly understand. They all just know that when it stops, everything that they loved and believed in will have mattered not. It will no longer be who is the best...it will truly no longer be who wanted it the most in life. Instead, it will be who was in the right place...at the right time...doing the right thing. For some of us, already, we know what that is like. For others, they will understand it soon enough. They'll get their taste of it...and discover its bitterness. We all will..."
(Damian smiles)
"I had more to say...but I think I will save it for another discussion with you all. I hope to see you all very soon. For some of you, you're going to wish my face never showed up. You see, I'm not the judge anymore. I'm not the jury. Hell, I'm not going to be the executioner like I used to be. They say in life that the best is only the best when they prove themselves against them. Well, they used to call me the KOX. Now, just call me Dangerous; because that is what I am...
Dangerous."
(FOB)