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"This...is my life." Wrestling, it's in my veins. Not many people have the opportunity to say this, not many whom are in the business have the ability to entertain the crowds like the wrestlers of the NLCW can. Sean Galen...charismatic and talented with many fighting styles that allow him to punish his opponents without remorse. A former champion...a former 'king'. Dillon Durst...following Sean Galen with his nose up his ass, even if he's unsure exactly that he's doing it. Durst, following Galen in what once was their 'lap of luxury' lifestyle before he'd lost the title. After all, isn't that what really matters? Raking in the dough, making the big bucks and wasting it all on material possessions. No. For you see, material possesions hold us back. Take Sean Galen, for example. I'm not entirely sure if he's obsessed himself with money, the sex, or the drugs...but whatever he let get to him, he let it consume him. A constant, downward spiral brought him to me, where I promptly put him in place in my debut match. However, this 'wake-up call' never quite finished waking Galen up...and he proceeded to fall to Phil Castle. Of course, I don't really care...it's his own damn fault he let something else become a God in his life. You see, everyone has their own Gods, and money has become one of them for many. I can keep belief in my own religion but that will not change the way others perceive it. There is no God? There is no Satan? No hell? No heaven? No creator? No Messiah? Fine, you believe what you wish. Meanwhile, I'll believe what I wish. I believe in many things you see. I believe in miracles, something which shown through for all of us when I first came to the NLCW, and took Galen down in my debut match. I then went on to defy the odds again, taking down Ethan Andrews...and the streak continued forward with Derrick Lambert. And this week...it continues forward again, now side-by-side with Champion. Sean Galen, Dillon Durst...hell, the Saints in themselves are slowly breaking apart, and it's stupid of them to not recognize that. Soon there'll be no-one left in that little rag-tag group of theirs to back Galen up, and how will Durst feel when he finally realizes that enough is truly enough? Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they'll fall apart this week...it's simply not time yet, they still have the will to survive. They've yet to lose everything, and now must continue to lose what they hold dear to them. Galen lost his title, soon he'll lose Durst...and then the rest will crumble with it. Slowly but surely we find ourselves watching the final remnants of the Saints taking their final breaths before taking the plunge into the dark, deadly waters below. This is your life, Galen...and yours too Durst. This is your life...and it's ending one minute at a time. |