Adam_Benjamin
League Member
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2000
- Messages
- 313
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- Age
- 45
They say the road to glory is sometimes endless. The rise and fall of one man's life can be determined in a instant.
But with failure from some comes a rewards of knowledge . It is the man that takes everything that happens to him and turns it into something positive that one day will stand glorious.
Today that glory is found inside a wrestling locker room. The time is roughly ten-thirty pm as he emerges into his locker room.
As the door closes behind him the flashing of lights fades out as camera men rush to get that one last shot. As he enters the room he pauses soaking in the moment.
Sweat drips onto the floor as if a pipe had been broken on the ceiling. His eyes tell stories of past warriors before him. He face beaming in his own self worth.
What many looked at as just another night of wrestling, was in fact this mans moment of truth.
He makes his way over towards a bench in the corner of the room. Looking down at the bench his body still soaked with sweat as he takes a seat.
Slowly he begins unlacing his boots. As he removes and places them inside his bag he takes a huge breath of relief.
Up until this point even this now glorious superstar at one point doubted himself. He let the outside opinion sink inside his head.
Up and down the spiral of depression he to his own ignorance allowed all the negativity to break his mind set.
Slowly the gym bag opens again as his trade mark UK bandana is seen floating downward softly into the bag.
A quick motion of a towel clearing his face. His hair soaked with perspiration, his chest raw from the nights beatings.
It is often said that the mind of a man confused sometimes simply needs a positive to steer itself in the right direction. Sometimes it’s a kind voice, a gentle hand, or in this mans case a victory.
For tonight in the middle of his very own sanctuary he stood alone. His hand was raised not withstanding tremendous pain in triumph.
The now look on his eyes tell the truth. Standing now removing his paints the camera slowly zooms directly into his eyes. The are no longer confused. The look of doubt is far from these spectacular piercing blue eyes.
No without question one mans soul died in the ring tonight. All his demons of doubt floated upward from his motionless body. Caught in a move that inflicted pain he had never felt before. It was there that the negative balance died.
And with its death brought to us the rebirth of a man. All his past was laid to rest as he achieved his dream, his goal, his freedom.
A towel around his body he walks towards the shower. The sound of the water hitting the ground is heard thunderously. His night is now behind him as for tomorrow the quest to stay on top begins.
Slowly the camera pans around the room stopping at the bench again. Soaked with sweat and a story of glory sits a Gold Belt. The word "TV Champion" Stand out. However as the camera zooms in closer the name on the inscription reads "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin....
Finally.....
(Fade to black)
But with failure from some comes a rewards of knowledge . It is the man that takes everything that happens to him and turns it into something positive that one day will stand glorious.
Today that glory is found inside a wrestling locker room. The time is roughly ten-thirty pm as he emerges into his locker room.
As the door closes behind him the flashing of lights fades out as camera men rush to get that one last shot. As he enters the room he pauses soaking in the moment.
Sweat drips onto the floor as if a pipe had been broken on the ceiling. His eyes tell stories of past warriors before him. He face beaming in his own self worth.
What many looked at as just another night of wrestling, was in fact this mans moment of truth.
He makes his way over towards a bench in the corner of the room. Looking down at the bench his body still soaked with sweat as he takes a seat.
Slowly he begins unlacing his boots. As he removes and places them inside his bag he takes a huge breath of relief.
Up until this point even this now glorious superstar at one point doubted himself. He let the outside opinion sink inside his head.
Up and down the spiral of depression he to his own ignorance allowed all the negativity to break his mind set.
Slowly the gym bag opens again as his trade mark UK bandana is seen floating downward softly into the bag.
A quick motion of a towel clearing his face. His hair soaked with perspiration, his chest raw from the nights beatings.
It is often said that the mind of a man confused sometimes simply needs a positive to steer itself in the right direction. Sometimes it’s a kind voice, a gentle hand, or in this mans case a victory.
For tonight in the middle of his very own sanctuary he stood alone. His hand was raised not withstanding tremendous pain in triumph.
The now look on his eyes tell the truth. Standing now removing his paints the camera slowly zooms directly into his eyes. The are no longer confused. The look of doubt is far from these spectacular piercing blue eyes.
No without question one mans soul died in the ring tonight. All his demons of doubt floated upward from his motionless body. Caught in a move that inflicted pain he had never felt before. It was there that the negative balance died.
And with its death brought to us the rebirth of a man. All his past was laid to rest as he achieved his dream, his goal, his freedom.
A towel around his body he walks towards the shower. The sound of the water hitting the ground is heard thunderously. His night is now behind him as for tomorrow the quest to stay on top begins.
Slowly the camera pans around the room stopping at the bench again. Soaked with sweat and a story of glory sits a Gold Belt. The word "TV Champion" Stand out. However as the camera zooms in closer the name on the inscription reads "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin....
Finally.....
(Fade to black)