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You’ve heard the old adage to never burn any bridges, right? As a man, you should take credit for your own decisions and actions. You should accept responsibility for your own mistakes and forgive the ones of others. You should embrace the opportunity of continuing old friendships all the while developing new ones. As a man, if you adhere to these simple concepts, you’ll enjoy a successful and lasting career in any business. I’ve burned a few bridges in my day. Once upon a time, some may have considered me an irrational tool, others nothing but a mere cum dumpster. Well, only in the eyes of Cock, that is… As a man, I will accept the fact that I just may have been an irrational tool. Never will I admit to being a cum dumpster. However, I have accepted the responsibility of the mistakes I’ve made in the past and by forgiving the ones of others, I will do my best to mend whatever negative image I’ve reflected over the years. In the end, I hope that it gets me somewhere in High Impact Wrestling. Better yet, I hope it gets me somewhere in life. You last saw me a little over three years ago. I was standing on the roof of my luxury apartment in Manhattan. I was still soar to say the least. Week has past since my epic battle. And now I ask myself wasn’t it even worth the pain, was the Barely Legal championship worth my life? Bet your ass it was I stand here today in not only a new city and a new state, but with a new vision. I have a new purpose for life. I am pursuing excellence in HIW. It’s something I’ve obtained in almost every organization, now it’s almost time to put a cap on my career and there isn’t a better place then HIW to do it at. I feel embarrassed. As one of the original members of HIW, I have nothing good to look back on. My biggest fear is that I will have been forgotten. That’s something a man would never wish for, not even an ungrateful one, and certainly not me, not now. I am walking at a fast pace down the street. It’s drizzling and is a little breezy. A leather jacket and some gloves protect me from the rain and wind as well as a long dark pair of slacks and some shoes. I had a cold, dark look on my face. I was comfortable in my own right. I looked as if I was on a mission, not only with a goal but with an opinion as well. Walking toward the camera, now with a grin on my face, I knew it was time to express my thoughts, prior to the cameras fading. And so it began… As if the rumble in the Barley Legal Death Match wasn't enough to sate the thirst of the handful of fans we HIW loyalists have left to appeal to, this Vital Signs marks yet another multi-man showdown between two of the hottest feuds going on in the company today-- and, by "hottest", I of course mean "only". As it stands, the four of us are the highest-profile wrestlers left standing for what the HIW believes in, and if the trend that's sustained the federation these past few months keeps up, we four will be the only ones left fighting at the end of the night, every night and every week, until the company finally closes its doors. This was not the way things were meant to end, this... this was not what I'd had planned when I came back to try and help the HIW. Then again, though, it seems not many of my plans are holding together these days... last Sunday I'd failed to just win, I damn near killed myself and gave myself more reason to keep pushing myself harder and harder. I have no regrets about the things I did out there last Sunday... I put absolutely everything I had left in my body into that match to prove what I perceived to be a status quo true. I realize now all the running I've done from the horrors of my past and, for the first time in so very, very long... I know now I'm ready to face the demons I've left behind me. I am ready to move forward. More than anything, now... I'm ready to show Kat exactly why it's never smart to assume lightning can't strike twice. This week, I'm teaming up alongside an old friend of mine in Travis Jeffries against what is ironically the dream team of rivals both old and new in Kat and Alves. Anyway, what's there to say about this rag-tag team of rivals except for the fact that their lack of chemistry will likely be exactly what brings them down in the end? Both Kat and Alves have some of the greatest egos I've seen in the sport, and all it'll take is for one of them to set the other off before there starts infighting in their group. Meanwhile, as for Travis and I... well, we've had some experience in watching each other's backs; after-all, we had to do just that when DOA was still in town. Now, Kat... I could see being a problem. Forever and always, that woman will push anyone facing her to the brink and back, she will bring out the best in her opposition and she will always assume that she's king shit of Shit Mountain, regardless of the outcome. But so am I. I proved it already! We all saw it when I took my loss against Kat just two months ago... and I wrote it off as a one-off occurrence and went sofar as to call Kat my bitch, despite our collective record in matches against each other showing that, despite what she may say... ... Most of our HIW careers were spent with her in my shadow. He’ll a lot of HIW is still in that very same shadow See, though, this is exactly what stops superstars like Kat or Alves from staying consistent throughout their time in the business. They come into this thing honestly believing that they can't be beaten, never planning anything for what they perceive to be the impossible likelihood of them losing at anything. When they finally do lose, however... they begin to talk about flukes and second-chances and unable-to-repeat-career-bests as if they honestly act in any way shape or form as a tangible way of softening the blow of their loss. The difference, at least, between Kat and Alves... is that Kat will readily admit that her losing fucked her up. Alves' still denying to this day that his multiple losses against me did anything more than piss him off; which is fine, to tell you the truth... because there's going to come a day when all of this hits him like a ton of bricks, and he's either going to run with it to improve himself or-- in the more likely of the two options given-- he's going to run away from it all and do whatever he can to deny the truth of it, all the while giving up on what he spent so long trying to build. The long and the short of it, really, is just that Alves won't be much of a problem at all. He wasn't in the past and he'll continue to flounder about in his mediocrity, even in a match he honestly has no business in. This won't be Kat versus Styles Round Twelve, truth be told... but then, Kat focus on the gauntlet and the things to come from that Her ego might lead her to believe that the results of these multi-man matches make a world of difference in this ongoing saga between she and I, but her heart knows damn well that the only true gauge for the measure of our skills against one another comes when we take each other one on one. She knows this, and as desperately as she wants to see me show him some sign of fear any time I step against her... she also knows that will never happen. Just as I know not to expect the same from her, too. We are the unmistakable, unshakeable, unchangeable sun and moon of the HIW... we can't show fear to anyone, let alone each other. No matter how dire our circumstances may be going into a fight, we fight through it anyway because it's what defines us as who we are. We have our own shortcomings to try and overcome but beyond all of that, when we enter that ring, we turn into fucking Gods. So even though this week may be nothing more than some insignificant pitstop on the road to better things, it's still going to be one hell of a match. You can bet that the main attraction of it all will be to see how the two of us handle each other now that the tables have turned yet again, and trust me... we won't disappoint. So see you out there soon, Kat... because, just like I told you before, you and I are far from over, and that's something that I doubt will ever change. FIN |