Post by tz on Jan 9, 2006 20:22:36 GMT -5
So, the long, winding road that is the career of Justa Mazing continues. It's brought me blessing, it's brought me hell. But, one thing is for sure, in the end, eternal glory awaits me. Yet, to get closer to that ever shining light, to achieve my destiny, and become not one of, but the great professional wrestler of all time, it's time for a change. For once, it is time to venture out, a few "detours" in my path to greatness if you will. And, so I find myself in the Valor Wrestling Alliance. For two years, I've been a staple to one promotion, and one promotion only. It is time that changes. Now it is time for the national success that is Justa Mazing to become the global phenomenon that is Justa Mazing. It's time for a change. And, that change? It begins now.
The oddly warm air of the winter months greets us as the sun stretches across the horizon, illuminating the great, green plane that surrounds this various part of the Earth for what seems miles. No trees, no shrubs, maybe the odd flower, though, everything else is green, pure, beautiful green. The rolling hills in the distance go on for quite a long ways, those farthest looking as if they touch the heavens them self. If you didn't know any better, you'd think this particular hill at the utmost center of all would be smaller than those before it. Though, how false that statement is. The eye of a human can save a life yet it is amazing how much it can deceive at times. In situations, and sights such as this? It deceives. However, the surrounding beauty destroys all thought of deceit, and hate. A surrounding essence of pure peace fills the calm, humid air. All is quiet, except for the crunching of grass a few feet away . . . Yes, the crunching of grass . . . Feet are nearby, feet moving . . .
Crunch . . . Crunch . . . Crunch . . .
Then they stop. The crunching dies out. Everything is back to the peaceful silence it was held, but it is only for a select few seconds. Soon, the crunching can be heard more clearly than ever before.
Crunch . . . Crunch . . .
It doesn't last as long this time. Although, instead of stopping, it is drowned out by the smooth, slightly deep voice of what is unmistakingly a male human being.
? ? ?: Pure, innocent beauty. It's funny, huh? In a world so full of hate, something so beautiful as these surroundings can actually exist. For miles upon miles, the plain stretches, from this view looking as if it shall never end . . . past the horizon, into the world beyond. However, we all know that isn't true. Instead, on the other side of beauty, we encounter distress, we see hate, we see death. War rages hither, and thither seemingly where ever we go. We can't escape. But, we can isolate ourselves here in the fews shreds of beauty that still exist, undisturbed.
As the unidentified male stops his sudden outburst of speech, he continues to walk, the crunching of the grass evident again. Moving into the bright, yellow light of the sun, a silhouette of his face shines among the great green around him. Of all people, it is none other than pro-wrestling icon, Justa Mazing. The sun lightens up his black, tight t-shirt, and destroyed, and faded jeans. Squinting in the light of the sun, Mazing moves a couple of steps forward, out of the rays once again. Here, he begins speaking once more.
Mazing: Through out my career, I've traveled a sometimes very, very lonely, and dark, dreadful road. Don't get me wrong, there have been many spurts of glory, and triumph, but when triumph is overshadowed by the lingering fear of defeat, sometimes we forget the blessings we have received. I've had the privelage of seeing many a beautiful sight, many a beautiful moment, and many a beautiful thing. Then, on the other side of that, I've also seen many a dreadful sight, many an innocent, disgusting act of violence, and sickening, bloody was fueled by nothing, but useless hate, and jealousy. As it stands for me? I've been on both sides. Sure, I've held the WFWF Television Championship two times, I've held the WFWF World Championship, and I'm considered quite possibly one of the greatest wrestlers in the world, but with so much glory, so much triumph, so much beauty, there comes so much hate, so much bloodshed, and so much jealousy. While I've been at the top, countless time after countless time was I knocked down every few step of the way as I made my way up to wards the top. With each shred of passion I showed in that ring, I gave so much more blood, and received so much pain inflicted upon my body that sometimes I questioned whether it was even worth it. Although, I guess it is, because if it wasn't I would not be continuing the what I am doing today, 'aye?
Rubbing his right hand elegantly over his freshly shaven chin, Mazing takes a few steps over the grass, and begins to descend down the hill in which he was just standing.
Mazing: Jealousy? I've always been an "amazing" man. Hell, I'm so f*cking conceited, I don't think I should be jealous of anyone. However, those that aren't me? Those that aren't . . . Justa Mazing? They should envy. And, even though few have the balls to admit it, I know they do. Anyone who has succeeded in their lifetime deserves to be envied. If they aren't? Well, they aren't trying hard enough. I know I'm envied? But, does that stop me for continuing to give one hundred percent? Hell no. I strive on admiration, and I strive on the passion that runs through my body for this wonderful sport of professional wrestling. Not for one company in particular, but for professional wrestling. I am my own man, and with that comes the opportunity to explore other endeavors. And, with that comes my initiation into what is known as the Valor Wrestling Alliance.
Now that he has descended from the hill in which he was just on, Mazing walks across the level ground to wards the smaller hill a head. In the thick grass, Mazing walks so smooth, so elegant it is as if he seemingly glides across land. The large hill in which he just stood upon casts a shadow down on him as it towers behind his lean frame.
Mazing: For two, long years, I've been a staple, a headline star for the WFWF. Never did it concern me that other opportunities a waited me else where. I was focused on one thing, and that one thing was making my way to the top of the WFWF, and getting my hands on the WFWF World Championship. This past summer, I accomplished that goal. But, something just didn't feel right. I had everything I had ever wanted, why wasn't I happy? So . . . I gave it all up. The job, the belt, my dream . . . my passion. I walked away from the hard work I had devoted my life to for two years. I sat home, doing nothing, feeding off my accomplishments of old. And, then the desire to succeed came back to me again. I began training in the ring, I began working out harder than ever before, I wanted to come back. I was going to make sure I was going to come back. And, sure enough, in the beginning of the fall of last year, I made my return to the WFWF. I've been there ever since. And, now that same drained feeling has come back to me. But, it is different this time. This time, I don't want to quit. I want to be rejuvenated. While I want to continue to put my heart, and soul out there for the WFWF, I want to explore so much more that a waits me out there in a world I've never really taken the opportunity to explore. I sensed it was time for a change. And, when I want something, I take it. So, if I want to change, then I'm going to change, dammit.
Letting out a slightly gleeful, and jubilant laugh, Mazing takes a couple more steps on the last even levels of ground before the ground slopes, forming the hill he has now began to slightly climb.
Mazing: Never really had I thought about joining another company whilst I was still employed by the WFWF. It just seemed . . . strange. Though, now I do. And, so I have. Through out my run with the WFWF, I've heard the names of other companies, sure. But, none ever really stayed in my mind . . . except Valor. Backstage, it seemed the topic of the promotion was a constant. It wasn't just the fact that some of the WFWF's own stars were working for the group, it was also the level of work in the ring, and the level of shows the company were producing. To be honest, I always shrugged the thought of the company off. To be honest, I thought I was always too good for Valor. However, over these last few weeks, my opinion has certainly changed. With the desire to change, with the desire to explore new opportunities that a wait me in the world of professional wrestling, I began to look for companies that would be suitable for me to join. And, then I thought, "Where else, but Valor?". At first, I contemplated the thought, wondering if the company was really right for me. But, the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. The more I thought about the idea of actually joining, the more I began to feel some actual excitement in joining the group. And, the more my excitement built, the closer I came to signing a contract. In the end? I signed the contract. So, now, not only will I continue to be a staple to the WFWF, but I've also got the VWA on my plate. I knew going into this that while I might not be positioned at the top as soon as I signed my name on the dotted line, I knew I had an advantage. Not only did I have good name value, I also had a large quantity of skill in my possession. Still, with a roster as in-depth of Valor's, I wasn't doing to fool myself. There would be a struggle to wards the top, but I didn't mind, that was exactly what I wanted.
Mazing begins to extend his legs out in front of him more, and more as he licks his lips, making his way up the steep, broad, green hill.
Mazing: After spending two years in the WFWF, and making a name for myself at the top, I'm now in a different company, but in the exact same situation I was in the WFWF of December of 2003. Well . . . sort of.
Clearing his throat rather quickly, Mazing returns to his speech at hand.
Mazing: This Thursday, at VWA Thunder, I make my debut in the VWA. Now, keep in mind, I'm going into this match with a lot to lose, a lot to gain, and a lot more skill than I had in my WFWF debut. There, I had nothing to lose, everything to gain, and not as much skill. So, if you want to look at it that way, I'm in an entirely different scenario than I was two years ago. I mean, we're talking new company, new opponents, new Justa Mazing, how can it be so similar? I'm not looking at it that way, though. While I might have done all of that in the WFWF, in Valor, I've done nothing. So, in actuality, while I might be coming in with a lot to lose of my ego, and a lot more to gain, I've really got nothing to lose . . . Valor-wise. Mentally? Yes, but as far as my career in the VWA goes, I shouldn't be concerned? But, of course I should be concerned. I'm not the kind of guy to lose, no matter the situation. And, in this type of situation? I'm going to make sure of it I do not lose. Although, I do have to admit, the task at hand might be harder than I expected at the start of things.
As he is only a few more feet from the top of the hill he is climbing, Mazing stops for a few seconds, and stares in to the bright, shining sun. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he continues on, walking, and talking.
Mazing: You know, I've got to admit, I didn't think things would be that hard in Valor. Sure, I thought the climb might take some time, but I didn't expect too many bumps in my road a long the way. However, it just goes to show how even I can be proven wrong. In my first match, my first appearance in Valor, I'm facing Caden Dean. As much as I'd love him to be, he's not a push over. While I might have been busy with the WFWF, I always did find time to watch a few minutes of Valor. And, to be honest, it is quite interesting. Because, you see, whilst watching Valor, I've always noticed Caden Dean. In Dean? I see something . . . I sense something. Every wrestling company should build on its future. Though, who should Valor be building upon? Simple . . . Caden Dean. While I'm not one to complement often, when I notice skill, when I notice drive, when I notice determination, I sense myself in that certain person I see. So, naturally, I'm willing to say something polite about them, huh? Well, I see a little bit of myself in Caden Dean. Put two, and two together . . .
Now at the top of the hill, Mazing looks around at his surroundings once more. The sun is as bright as ever, the grass is as green as ever. Looking up to wards the bright, clear blue sky, Mazing takes in a deep breath of fresh air.
Mazing: I want Valor to have a future . . . I want Caden Dean to have a future. But, at the same time, I've got to have a future. While Justa Mazing might have accomplished more than most will in their careers, I still have so much more to accomplish, especially in Valor. It isn't hard for me to choose . . . Shall I further my career, or shall I further Dean's? The answer is simple. It's just such a shame I'm going to have to put a road block in the career of Caden a long my way to the top once more.
With those last few words, Mazing sets off down the hill, descending at a very quick pace. And, as the sun blazes continually stronger, Mazing is out of sight.
The oddly warm air of the winter months greets us as the sun stretches across the horizon, illuminating the great, green plane that surrounds this various part of the Earth for what seems miles. No trees, no shrubs, maybe the odd flower, though, everything else is green, pure, beautiful green. The rolling hills in the distance go on for quite a long ways, those farthest looking as if they touch the heavens them self. If you didn't know any better, you'd think this particular hill at the utmost center of all would be smaller than those before it. Though, how false that statement is. The eye of a human can save a life yet it is amazing how much it can deceive at times. In situations, and sights such as this? It deceives. However, the surrounding beauty destroys all thought of deceit, and hate. A surrounding essence of pure peace fills the calm, humid air. All is quiet, except for the crunching of grass a few feet away . . . Yes, the crunching of grass . . . Feet are nearby, feet moving . . .
Crunch . . . Crunch . . . Crunch . . .
Then they stop. The crunching dies out. Everything is back to the peaceful silence it was held, but it is only for a select few seconds. Soon, the crunching can be heard more clearly than ever before.
Crunch . . . Crunch . . .
It doesn't last as long this time. Although, instead of stopping, it is drowned out by the smooth, slightly deep voice of what is unmistakingly a male human being.
? ? ?: Pure, innocent beauty. It's funny, huh? In a world so full of hate, something so beautiful as these surroundings can actually exist. For miles upon miles, the plain stretches, from this view looking as if it shall never end . . . past the horizon, into the world beyond. However, we all know that isn't true. Instead, on the other side of beauty, we encounter distress, we see hate, we see death. War rages hither, and thither seemingly where ever we go. We can't escape. But, we can isolate ourselves here in the fews shreds of beauty that still exist, undisturbed.
As the unidentified male stops his sudden outburst of speech, he continues to walk, the crunching of the grass evident again. Moving into the bright, yellow light of the sun, a silhouette of his face shines among the great green around him. Of all people, it is none other than pro-wrestling icon, Justa Mazing. The sun lightens up his black, tight t-shirt, and destroyed, and faded jeans. Squinting in the light of the sun, Mazing moves a couple of steps forward, out of the rays once again. Here, he begins speaking once more.
Mazing: Through out my career, I've traveled a sometimes very, very lonely, and dark, dreadful road. Don't get me wrong, there have been many spurts of glory, and triumph, but when triumph is overshadowed by the lingering fear of defeat, sometimes we forget the blessings we have received. I've had the privelage of seeing many a beautiful sight, many a beautiful moment, and many a beautiful thing. Then, on the other side of that, I've also seen many a dreadful sight, many an innocent, disgusting act of violence, and sickening, bloody was fueled by nothing, but useless hate, and jealousy. As it stands for me? I've been on both sides. Sure, I've held the WFWF Television Championship two times, I've held the WFWF World Championship, and I'm considered quite possibly one of the greatest wrestlers in the world, but with so much glory, so much triumph, so much beauty, there comes so much hate, so much bloodshed, and so much jealousy. While I've been at the top, countless time after countless time was I knocked down every few step of the way as I made my way up to wards the top. With each shred of passion I showed in that ring, I gave so much more blood, and received so much pain inflicted upon my body that sometimes I questioned whether it was even worth it. Although, I guess it is, because if it wasn't I would not be continuing the what I am doing today, 'aye?
Rubbing his right hand elegantly over his freshly shaven chin, Mazing takes a few steps over the grass, and begins to descend down the hill in which he was just standing.
Mazing: Jealousy? I've always been an "amazing" man. Hell, I'm so f*cking conceited, I don't think I should be jealous of anyone. However, those that aren't me? Those that aren't . . . Justa Mazing? They should envy. And, even though few have the balls to admit it, I know they do. Anyone who has succeeded in their lifetime deserves to be envied. If they aren't? Well, they aren't trying hard enough. I know I'm envied? But, does that stop me for continuing to give one hundred percent? Hell no. I strive on admiration, and I strive on the passion that runs through my body for this wonderful sport of professional wrestling. Not for one company in particular, but for professional wrestling. I am my own man, and with that comes the opportunity to explore other endeavors. And, with that comes my initiation into what is known as the Valor Wrestling Alliance.
Now that he has descended from the hill in which he was just on, Mazing walks across the level ground to wards the smaller hill a head. In the thick grass, Mazing walks so smooth, so elegant it is as if he seemingly glides across land. The large hill in which he just stood upon casts a shadow down on him as it towers behind his lean frame.
Mazing: For two, long years, I've been a staple, a headline star for the WFWF. Never did it concern me that other opportunities a waited me else where. I was focused on one thing, and that one thing was making my way to the top of the WFWF, and getting my hands on the WFWF World Championship. This past summer, I accomplished that goal. But, something just didn't feel right. I had everything I had ever wanted, why wasn't I happy? So . . . I gave it all up. The job, the belt, my dream . . . my passion. I walked away from the hard work I had devoted my life to for two years. I sat home, doing nothing, feeding off my accomplishments of old. And, then the desire to succeed came back to me again. I began training in the ring, I began working out harder than ever before, I wanted to come back. I was going to make sure I was going to come back. And, sure enough, in the beginning of the fall of last year, I made my return to the WFWF. I've been there ever since. And, now that same drained feeling has come back to me. But, it is different this time. This time, I don't want to quit. I want to be rejuvenated. While I want to continue to put my heart, and soul out there for the WFWF, I want to explore so much more that a waits me out there in a world I've never really taken the opportunity to explore. I sensed it was time for a change. And, when I want something, I take it. So, if I want to change, then I'm going to change, dammit.
Letting out a slightly gleeful, and jubilant laugh, Mazing takes a couple more steps on the last even levels of ground before the ground slopes, forming the hill he has now began to slightly climb.
Mazing: Never really had I thought about joining another company whilst I was still employed by the WFWF. It just seemed . . . strange. Though, now I do. And, so I have. Through out my run with the WFWF, I've heard the names of other companies, sure. But, none ever really stayed in my mind . . . except Valor. Backstage, it seemed the topic of the promotion was a constant. It wasn't just the fact that some of the WFWF's own stars were working for the group, it was also the level of work in the ring, and the level of shows the company were producing. To be honest, I always shrugged the thought of the company off. To be honest, I thought I was always too good for Valor. However, over these last few weeks, my opinion has certainly changed. With the desire to change, with the desire to explore new opportunities that a wait me in the world of professional wrestling, I began to look for companies that would be suitable for me to join. And, then I thought, "Where else, but Valor?". At first, I contemplated the thought, wondering if the company was really right for me. But, the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. The more I thought about the idea of actually joining, the more I began to feel some actual excitement in joining the group. And, the more my excitement built, the closer I came to signing a contract. In the end? I signed the contract. So, now, not only will I continue to be a staple to the WFWF, but I've also got the VWA on my plate. I knew going into this that while I might not be positioned at the top as soon as I signed my name on the dotted line, I knew I had an advantage. Not only did I have good name value, I also had a large quantity of skill in my possession. Still, with a roster as in-depth of Valor's, I wasn't doing to fool myself. There would be a struggle to wards the top, but I didn't mind, that was exactly what I wanted.
Mazing begins to extend his legs out in front of him more, and more as he licks his lips, making his way up the steep, broad, green hill.
Mazing: After spending two years in the WFWF, and making a name for myself at the top, I'm now in a different company, but in the exact same situation I was in the WFWF of December of 2003. Well . . . sort of.
Clearing his throat rather quickly, Mazing returns to his speech at hand.
Mazing: This Thursday, at VWA Thunder, I make my debut in the VWA. Now, keep in mind, I'm going into this match with a lot to lose, a lot to gain, and a lot more skill than I had in my WFWF debut. There, I had nothing to lose, everything to gain, and not as much skill. So, if you want to look at it that way, I'm in an entirely different scenario than I was two years ago. I mean, we're talking new company, new opponents, new Justa Mazing, how can it be so similar? I'm not looking at it that way, though. While I might have done all of that in the WFWF, in Valor, I've done nothing. So, in actuality, while I might be coming in with a lot to lose of my ego, and a lot more to gain, I've really got nothing to lose . . . Valor-wise. Mentally? Yes, but as far as my career in the VWA goes, I shouldn't be concerned? But, of course I should be concerned. I'm not the kind of guy to lose, no matter the situation. And, in this type of situation? I'm going to make sure of it I do not lose. Although, I do have to admit, the task at hand might be harder than I expected at the start of things.
As he is only a few more feet from the top of the hill he is climbing, Mazing stops for a few seconds, and stares in to the bright, shining sun. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he continues on, walking, and talking.
Mazing: You know, I've got to admit, I didn't think things would be that hard in Valor. Sure, I thought the climb might take some time, but I didn't expect too many bumps in my road a long the way. However, it just goes to show how even I can be proven wrong. In my first match, my first appearance in Valor, I'm facing Caden Dean. As much as I'd love him to be, he's not a push over. While I might have been busy with the WFWF, I always did find time to watch a few minutes of Valor. And, to be honest, it is quite interesting. Because, you see, whilst watching Valor, I've always noticed Caden Dean. In Dean? I see something . . . I sense something. Every wrestling company should build on its future. Though, who should Valor be building upon? Simple . . . Caden Dean. While I'm not one to complement often, when I notice skill, when I notice drive, when I notice determination, I sense myself in that certain person I see. So, naturally, I'm willing to say something polite about them, huh? Well, I see a little bit of myself in Caden Dean. Put two, and two together . . .
Now at the top of the hill, Mazing looks around at his surroundings once more. The sun is as bright as ever, the grass is as green as ever. Looking up to wards the bright, clear blue sky, Mazing takes in a deep breath of fresh air.
Mazing: I want Valor to have a future . . . I want Caden Dean to have a future. But, at the same time, I've got to have a future. While Justa Mazing might have accomplished more than most will in their careers, I still have so much more to accomplish, especially in Valor. It isn't hard for me to choose . . . Shall I further my career, or shall I further Dean's? The answer is simple. It's just such a shame I'm going to have to put a road block in the career of Caden a long my way to the top once more.
With those last few words, Mazing sets off down the hill, descending at a very quick pace. And, as the sun blazes continually stronger, Mazing is out of sight.
