Post by santiago on Jan 5, 2021 0:00:34 GMT -5
YOU ARE THE MINORITY
WE ARE THE MAJORITY
FUCK YOUR LIES AND FUCK YOUR GREED
WE ARE THE MAJORITY
This question keeps appearing at the top of my mind with bright lights and flashing letters, over and over, each time I step away from sparring and training and try to indulge in the petty lil’ games I used to have time for when I was a five foot ten cruiserweight carrying a seven foot tall chip on my shoulder. ‘Give them a bit of grace’, this line of thinking feeds me, ‘check out your competition!’ Instead of spending time focusing on how well Dorian’s rapid-face, hard-hitting offense lays out his opponents, or how Jace’s power and strength makes him a double-barrel shotgun stepping into knife fights whenever he enters the ropes, I get…
..I get a hard look into a mirror of days of Drago passed. My skin crawls watching so many new names fall Revo1 and seeing this ripe land fresh for growing whatever plants you decide to grow, and deciding to lay out weeds because they don’t know how to sustain something capable of bearing fruit. I get to watch people who take pride in knowing how to destroy, but not knowing how to build, stand in the ring and declare themselves to be omnipotent and omnipotent. So many new faces step into a new battlefield and have matchups we’d never have an opportunity to have had this space not given us a place to destroy each other so we can build ourselves up stronger and you motherfucks take allllll of the new and shiny aspects of this place that made you decide to sign a contract in the first place, and scrap it. What would summer call it, Jace? A knee-jerk reaction, I believe? Hell - maybe it’s instinct. You get into an area where you’re uncomfortable and you aren’t a household name, why not proclaim yourself to be the greatest thing since sliced bread? Why not declare yourself to be all-seeing, and all knowing? You may not have any worshippers - but you don’t have detractors either yet, so why not declare yourself to be God?
Find an opportunity to absolutely let loose without having a single concern for standings, titles, gold, none of it. Revo1 was my opportunity to step into a ring as a five foot ten man against giants, and show how David vs. Goliath isn’t just a fable, it’s a story of what can happen when you’re given a tool and you know how to wield it. What I do in the ring is simply because I choose to do so - and the main reason I can’t be bothered trying ta’ build myself into this image of a false deity is because I understand exactly how strong a human can be, no matter their weight or their size, if they decide to stop hyperfixating on their image and start focusing on using every inch, every pound, and every single breath to tear bone like tracing paper.
But no.
With over a decade in this industry and deciding to disappear into a place where I can be another pasty faced kid with enough ink to look like a bathroom wall turned into a person, asking for the bare minimum was too much. This game’s fickle like that. The Wrestling gods giveth, and the wrestling gods taketh away. You spend so many hours across so many years using your training to cut through bodies like a reaper’s blade, you get excited by the idea of contorting them in news ways - take bodies apart to show how strong humans are as they put themselves together, if you will. Revo1 was my opportunity to fully indulge in the creativity other places haven’t allowed me to express myself, and cure what ails me.
Instead, I’m brought face to face with the disease. Storytime, with Dorian Rhodes, say the fans outside of Revo1 arenas, as the perfect reading before bed because it luls them to sleep. A person who was a relative nobody two clicks of a deers knees ago, is suddenly the most important thing to happen to this federation since Press to click. Rather than stepping into a fight hearing about how talented and hard-hitting this guy is, is a smokescreen cast around this guy because he wants to hide the fact that he’s infallible, he’s mortal, and he’s human. This is a person who finds so much validation when he sees his face in gold that he almost wishes the reflection were the true image - he wants to be this golden, polished and untouchable by you plebians, as a testimony to his excellence and…
I can’t help but shrug my shoulders and sigh. He’s a talented fighter. He’s a cut above most of the rest, but when Drago Santiago doesn’t dodge his blow, he absorbs it so he can take one of those hard-hitting limbs and folds it in one itself, humans bend so we don’t break. Our imperfections make us strong. I hardly know much about my partner except for a lineage of excellence… so treat us like you’ve treated every single opponent since that Horrorcore belt came into your sights. Treat us like speedbumps on your way to the mountaintop - til every finger I break reminds you that you’re a kid sitting in the sandbox in front of his castle and calling himself king. Where you see weakness is potential. Right now, neither of us have zero image or expectations to maintain. This ain’t about being pretty, this ain’t about selling merch, this ain’t about business.
It’s pleasure. An unfortunate loss would be exactly that, unfortunate, but both of us could handle it. Jace, standing next to a man whose entire contributions as a champion aren’t to be a beacon for this federation and make it better, aren’t to try getting better talent involved, completely content to be the biggest fish in a very small pool, do you feel the same level of safety I do? A sheer misstep for your partner is the equivalent of misplacing the ruling before his biweekly dick-measuring contest; so who do you think will be the person who gets scapegoated and tokenized with a bad performance? Once the self-doubt creeps in because neither myself nor my opponent give up or give in, who do you think the blame’s falling on? I know thinking for yourself isn’t one of your strong suits, but believe that the man whose entire personality is being undefeated wouldn’t allow himself to take the pin because of Dr. Jerk-off and Mr. Hyde. Believe me when I say those clashes of egos and ambitions will be your downfall. As for me and Megan?
It’s balls to the walls, nowhere to go but forwards, no matter what or who is put in front of us, the only way out is through. Keep focusing on your image, your manager, your title, whatever.
We’re focused on the one thing in front of us and the back to our walls.
Cuz’ you know what happens when you corner an animal?
Don’t worry. I’ll show you.