Post by Jair Hopkins on Nov 10, 2013 19:53:03 GMT -5
“Sometimes in life, you are dealt with difficult blows...Be prepared!”
The end of the sentenced echoed on repeat.
“Be prepared ...”
“... Be prepared...”
“..Be ... prepared!”
brooklyn, new york • 10.29.13 • “all is f***ed up in the world”
If you would’ve told me that I wouldn’t be lying in bed, wrapped fully in bandage material around my waist and at the end of the day, no longer tag team champion, I’d say your future telling is “screwy”. Perhaps I miscalculated things. Perhaps I got a little too “full” of my damn self. Whatever it may have been, I was two pounds lighter. Sure I still had another title beside me, but that tag title, we engraved our signatures onto the back of the leather belt. It was ours. No longer now is it.
I was all broke to hell. Held together by friggin’ bandages. Me, Bailey and Williams went through hell. We felt every kind of torture there was to feel in Tokyo. I couldn’t worry about it anymore, they were champions now. We just had to move on.
“I’ve never been this decimated. I feel like shit. Broke-up ... shit. I don’t feel like getting out of this damn bed.”
The mood, the coldness in the room, the weather, it all wasn’t together. All was clearly messed up. I ‘scooted’ my way back over onto the bed, trying my best to lay still.
“I just can’t believe it...”
For what could be the first time, a sly smile appeared on my face as I shook my head. A few minutes passed and the phone had rung. Thankfully it was right on the nightstand. All I had to do was reach over and pick up the cordless phone. Looking at the display, it was Anthony. Hitting the talk button, I pressed it up to my right ear.
“Whassup’ AB? How you feelin’?”
....
“I know, tell me about it. I feel like I have no strength. Like Superman lying for hours in front of Kryptonite. I never thought I’d see the day where we weren’t no longer tag champions.”
......
“Yeah, I know. I’m just glad NewGen didn’t get it. I’m sure things would’ve been much worse. What’s up with you?”
......
“How ... Just how are you doing it man? You got the warmth, the Sun. Great weather. All I got is clouds.”
......
“A what? A commercial for Veteran’s Day?”
........
“Sure man, I’ll see what I can do. I’ll let you know if I’m unable to.”
....
“Aight, Peace!”
(Cliikkupp)
Damn, I just threw myself into a pit of fire. I knew I wasn’t able to move like I wanted. Slow and sluggish, like a turtle. I should’ve declined but I know if I was in need, with his last breath, Anthony would do his best to come to my aide. Even though this is just for a Veteran’s Day promo, I can’t let him down or the men that fight for our freedom. I had to get out of this bed. I had to wash, get dressed and catch a flight to Miami. Atleast there is Sunshine, but damn!
“Ahh boy! This is gonna’ be rough!”
The scene fades to black as the last thing seen is the sheets being thrown back.
miami, florida • 10.29.13 • “Thank You!”
It was now late as my arrival to Miami took just under a couple hours combined with how long it took for me to regain balance and proper motion. It hurt like hell walking but, I was sort of glad to get out of the house. It was putting me back into routine shape. Meeting up with Bailey, he, the producer and director of the commercial were in wait for my arrival. I couldn’t afford to be selfish at this point, knowing what the cause of being here was for.
“Glad you could make it, bro!”
Bailey spoke as the producer and director shook my hand, welcoming me.
“Thanks, I needed to get out of the house. I hurt like hell, but this is for a good cause. I almost ... almost forgot that it was coming up.”
Brad smirked and gave a nod.
“Yeah, it’s why me and Paul here decided it was best to set this up and get it done. The eleventh will be here before you know it. We can air this on the next broadcast for APW.”
Smiles shined bright on both of our faces as me and Bailey dapped fists.
“You two ready to rock and roll?!”
Paul, the director asked as we nodded our heads.
“For sure, let’s get to work!”
Responding positively, Brad, the producer had placed us in positions, standing right in front of the green wall panel.
“This is where you two will stand. Behind you, there will be the American flag waving with the theme in play. Whenever you ready, shoot me the signal!”
Me and Bailey looked at each other as we nodded in the direction of the two guys. They nodded back as they got in their position.
“In three .... two ..... one .....”
The theme fades in of the American Anthem as smiles appear on our faces.
“I’m Anthony Bailey...”
“...And I’m Jair Hopkins...”
[Together]: “We are The Dying Breed”
“On behalf of Action Packed Wrestling, we want to say “Thank You!”
Steady with the smiles, we kept rolling.
“We thank you for allowing us to continue to enjoy freedom as you fight every day overseas.”
“We know nothing of what it’s like to be over there in battle. All we can do is continue to fight on as you’ve done for us. We celebrate Veteran’s Day the only way “The Dying Breed” knows how. Continuing to strive, through all obstacles.”
“We will continue to fight the good fight! Veteran’s Day, APW and TDB honors each and everyone of you!”
Both me and Anthony salute to the cameras as Paul, the director gives the “Cut” sign. We rest, going into ‘relax’ mode as me and Anthony handshake for the good job.
“Great work, gentlemen! No mess-ups, whatsoever. I appreciate it, fellas! I’m going to call the Prez’ and let him know the promo for APW is all done.”
“No problem!”
Anthony nodded at the end result of how it went, we both walked off from the scene, not too far as I looked around.
“I never thought I’d be able to get here. Getting out of that bed was truly something else!”
“I know, I took quite the damage but I cannot let them keep me down for too long. That flight back from Tokyo was drastic. We may have not came back home with the tag gold, but I appreciate the successful run.”
“Man, it was stellar. We grinded harder than anyone else. Almost a year, two more months, would’ve really put ourselves on top but no matter what, we came out and gave it our best. They took advantage of our mistakes. That’s all there is to it. We had a great run. I’m sure we’ll have at it again.”
Me, Anthony and William, there was no band of brothers like us. APW never had a trio like us. TDB, we came in with a plan and we put it into action to make every single person believe. Whatever they doubted us in, they would soon realize it was a terrible mistake to doubt the likes of Anthony, William or myself.
As we engaged in another pounding of fists, Paul ran over to us as his face was not pleasant. He shook his head.
“Guys, I got some real bad news!”
Our eyes widened as we rushed for Paul to spit it out.
“What’s up?”
“APW is closed. I just finished talking and he told me that it was an abrupt decision but it was needed. Said he was sorry. Looks like that promo was a waste.”
I shook my head, not believing it. My heart felt like it had stopped.
“APW closed? What the f...”
“Can’t be, we just came back from over Tokyo. We was healing up and ready for the next show.”
Paul tilted his head.
“Well it’s no longer, okay? Go ahead now, we’ll talk soon.”
He walked on off as both me and Bailey looked back at each other. My head tilted downwards to the ground before I collapsed to my knees in complete and utter shock.
“Jair? You alright? Bro?”
Silence was all there was as Bailey shook me, hoping for an answer. Nothing came as the scene faded.
seattle, washington • 11.2.13 • “Brand New Day”
Since the breaking news of APW closing doors, it was time to feel the gut-wrenching pain of being on the market. Those who hold experience within it do well. Others, in which it’s their first time, it was a rough drag. We were apart of the unemployment line. That was until the very unexpected call of one, Michael Callahan reached bases with both me and Anthony, giving us airfare to Seattle, Washington. He and Johnny Rebel’s new powerhouse. Founder and Co-Founder, they wanted Bailey and me on their growing roster.
For what took a couple of weeks, thanks to all the other invites from several companies who dug our style, our talent and honors, we came to a conclusion. Fresh air, fresh scene was needed. With all the precipitation Seattle gets, the only precipitation I saw was the falling of Benjamin’s. TDB were still together, still in tact, just in a different place. A new place. A place where everyone can etch their names into it’s foundation.
“This rain just isn’t letting up! It’s worst than Brooklyn right now with the temperature and the constant rainfall!”
“Tell me about it, but we can’t let it stop us. We are in new territory. A new home. There’s brightness ahead. We have to make the best of it.”
Nodding knowing it was all truth, I pushed the non-important ish’ to the side. We were signed to contracts now and preparing for the first ever card.
“That Veteran’s Day advertisement we did. Hopefully if they didn’t ‘scrap’ it, we can use it for PURE’s debut event. Hopefully Paul and Brad kept it.”
Anthony gives a doubtful look.
“Not sure. I just can’t get the thought that we are now working for Michael Callahan and Johnny Rebel. It’s hard to believe.”
I began to laugh, shaking my head as I had the same thing in mind.
“I can’t even explain it. We work for them now. It’s some shiggity. Yeah, I said “shiggity”. Anyways, I’m just glad we found a home. I’ll never forget the birthplace.”
“Yeah, it’s a first for us both. Never thought it’d really come to this, but we’ve experienced what it’s like and even when down on hope, we have to remain positive at all times. Love it or hate it, we are here. It’s a blessing.”
“Sure nuff’, Ant! No ‘complainos’ from me anymore! ... This is home. PURE Wrestling.”
Anthony nodded as something seemed to pop on in his head just that quick.
“Speaking of homes ... I need to go house-shopping!”
I nodded with a smile.
“Yeah man, it’s some good places. That little condo I got, I just needed something small enough to satisfy me. I guess it’s what happen when you get used to living in apartment complexes. I’ll help you hunt down a nice place. Maybe with a swimming pool, tons of space.”
Anthony slowly shook his head as he grinned.
“We’ll see...”
Seattle, Washington
11.08.13
09:47 PM
And so ... it all begins again. New scenery. New people. New smells. New company. However within all of that, similar faces. Folks who made Action-Packed Wrestling their home made the transition over to PURE as well. It was drop-off and pick-up routine. We all felt the shockwave of hearing the devastating news. I, myself fell into pieces. Me and Anthony just finished doing a promotional shoot for Veteran’s Day for what was to be aired in APW but since the news dropped, luckily it wasn’t tossed away. A few edits and now it was useable again.
I have to say this. Thank you Callahan, Rebel for working underground with this and releasing it to the masses. You saw the availability sticker still on us and you did your best to not let the ‘Breed’ die on out. You gave us a home and for that, I appreciate it. Even better, I love that the debut takes place on a day that we get to showcase our talent to those who are out there fighting for us. As they get to hopefully sit back, they can see us give back to them. Show them our fighting effort and deliver one massive-ass debut show.
I enter into Key Arena on the 11th and put my game face on. Get my mind right and my body physically ready for what will surely be one of the highlight matches of the night with familiar faces. One I know waayyyyyy too well for my own good. That of course is none other than Aubrey J. Parker. The woman who can one’s perfect day immediately a ‘shitty’ one. I’ve grown used to her. We’ve tagged so many times, it’s ridiculous. I remember at one point saying “Good Riddance!” to her on Twitter and now here I am, getting ready to stare her down on Monday night. It’s crazy how life can put you in places you’d expect to never be.
As much hell as this woman has caused, I didn’t want to be near her again. As much craziness she and her former partner, Logan Alexander put me and Bailey through, I never wanted to see her again. Well look at it, I’m facing her again in a three-way battle against the “Madman” Chris Madison. Aubrey has a very good ratio in three-way bouts. The description tells no lie. Little Miss Aubrey LOVES three-ways...
What?? ... I had to do it. I know she’s the happiest girl in the world right now being she now gets to rattle her man’s brain till death do them part. She’s got something to be happy for, as if she wasn’t already “thrilled” to see Jair Hopkins in her rear-view mirror again. She knows she would be heartbroken if she never got to see me again, deep down I know it. She won’t say it, but me and Anthony, we know it. All the trouble she went through to take us down, she can’t forget us.
Chris Madison, we never got the chance to ‘meet and greet’ but we finally get to see eye to eye, even though it’s a three-way. We still get to tie it up. I’ve seen your work, you’re one tough son of a bitch. Straight up! You the kinda’ dude who appreciates hearing bones crack and break under your ‘bear claw’-like pressure. I’m aware of your style. You do whatever it takes to get the job done, that’s your motto. You live and die by it. I just hope you take to the fact that if you’re looking to lock me in that Peruvian Necktie, breaking me down to nothing but brittle bones, it will be tougher than you think.
If you’ve seen the shit I’ve gone through, breaking me isn’t easy. Breaking my bones is even more difficult. I know I don’t have too much work in the field of submission or the ability to escape them all, I fight till the last gasp of air comes out of me. Aubrey, she’ll bloat about herself to you all on her own with pure ease. It’ll probably make you bleed from the ears and fall to your death. This re-debut of Chris Madison will not be as easy as you might have expected.
My wounds haven’t truly healed from all the damage taken at APW’s “One Night In Hell”. I really can’t even explain to you how I’m still able to stand up straight. The habit of never letting the hustle die out of your system. The ability to continue to fight, even under pain and pressure, it’s crazy. I learned from the best, to never give up, even when at difficult odds. Sometimes those odds can be on your side. You just have to fight on. Everyone has continued to question my abilities of being on my own. I believe I showed them off well in APW, attaining single’s gold and being one of the last Champions there. I strive well under negativity for some reason. I just love proving people wrong.
It’s a new beginning, a new start for everyone. Even Young Mannie who has to now to start over. We all have to hit the ‘restart’ button at some time, right? Well here we are. We get to make PURE Wrestling “that place” where greatness lives. Cliche it is, but we get to start over and evade the mistakes we previously made. I know I will.
Toast ... to a new journey!
The end of the sentenced echoed on repeat.
“Be prepared ...”
“... Be prepared...”
“..Be ... prepared!”
brooklyn, new york • 10.29.13 • “all is f***ed up in the world”
If you would’ve told me that I wouldn’t be lying in bed, wrapped fully in bandage material around my waist and at the end of the day, no longer tag team champion, I’d say your future telling is “screwy”. Perhaps I miscalculated things. Perhaps I got a little too “full” of my damn self. Whatever it may have been, I was two pounds lighter. Sure I still had another title beside me, but that tag title, we engraved our signatures onto the back of the leather belt. It was ours. No longer now is it.
I was all broke to hell. Held together by friggin’ bandages. Me, Bailey and Williams went through hell. We felt every kind of torture there was to feel in Tokyo. I couldn’t worry about it anymore, they were champions now. We just had to move on.
“I’ve never been this decimated. I feel like shit. Broke-up ... shit. I don’t feel like getting out of this damn bed.”
The mood, the coldness in the room, the weather, it all wasn’t together. All was clearly messed up. I ‘scooted’ my way back over onto the bed, trying my best to lay still.
“I just can’t believe it...”
For what could be the first time, a sly smile appeared on my face as I shook my head. A few minutes passed and the phone had rung. Thankfully it was right on the nightstand. All I had to do was reach over and pick up the cordless phone. Looking at the display, it was Anthony. Hitting the talk button, I pressed it up to my right ear.
“Whassup’ AB? How you feelin’?”
....
“I know, tell me about it. I feel like I have no strength. Like Superman lying for hours in front of Kryptonite. I never thought I’d see the day where we weren’t no longer tag champions.”
......
“Yeah, I know. I’m just glad NewGen didn’t get it. I’m sure things would’ve been much worse. What’s up with you?”
......
“How ... Just how are you doing it man? You got the warmth, the Sun. Great weather. All I got is clouds.”
......
“A what? A commercial for Veteran’s Day?”
........
“Sure man, I’ll see what I can do. I’ll let you know if I’m unable to.”
....
“Aight, Peace!”
(Cliikkupp)
Damn, I just threw myself into a pit of fire. I knew I wasn’t able to move like I wanted. Slow and sluggish, like a turtle. I should’ve declined but I know if I was in need, with his last breath, Anthony would do his best to come to my aide. Even though this is just for a Veteran’s Day promo, I can’t let him down or the men that fight for our freedom. I had to get out of this bed. I had to wash, get dressed and catch a flight to Miami. Atleast there is Sunshine, but damn!
“Ahh boy! This is gonna’ be rough!”
The scene fades to black as the last thing seen is the sheets being thrown back.
miami, florida • 10.29.13 • “Thank You!”
It was now late as my arrival to Miami took just under a couple hours combined with how long it took for me to regain balance and proper motion. It hurt like hell walking but, I was sort of glad to get out of the house. It was putting me back into routine shape. Meeting up with Bailey, he, the producer and director of the commercial were in wait for my arrival. I couldn’t afford to be selfish at this point, knowing what the cause of being here was for.
“Glad you could make it, bro!”
Bailey spoke as the producer and director shook my hand, welcoming me.
“Thanks, I needed to get out of the house. I hurt like hell, but this is for a good cause. I almost ... almost forgot that it was coming up.”
Brad smirked and gave a nod.
“Yeah, it’s why me and Paul here decided it was best to set this up and get it done. The eleventh will be here before you know it. We can air this on the next broadcast for APW.”
Smiles shined bright on both of our faces as me and Bailey dapped fists.
“You two ready to rock and roll?!”
Paul, the director asked as we nodded our heads.
“For sure, let’s get to work!”
Responding positively, Brad, the producer had placed us in positions, standing right in front of the green wall panel.
“This is where you two will stand. Behind you, there will be the American flag waving with the theme in play. Whenever you ready, shoot me the signal!”
Me and Bailey looked at each other as we nodded in the direction of the two guys. They nodded back as they got in their position.
“In three .... two ..... one .....”
The theme fades in of the American Anthem as smiles appear on our faces.
“I’m Anthony Bailey...”
“...And I’m Jair Hopkins...”
[Together]: “We are The Dying Breed”
“On behalf of Action Packed Wrestling, we want to say “Thank You!”
Steady with the smiles, we kept rolling.
“We thank you for allowing us to continue to enjoy freedom as you fight every day overseas.”
“We know nothing of what it’s like to be over there in battle. All we can do is continue to fight on as you’ve done for us. We celebrate Veteran’s Day the only way “The Dying Breed” knows how. Continuing to strive, through all obstacles.”
“We will continue to fight the good fight! Veteran’s Day, APW and TDB honors each and everyone of you!”
Both me and Anthony salute to the cameras as Paul, the director gives the “Cut” sign. We rest, going into ‘relax’ mode as me and Anthony handshake for the good job.
“Great work, gentlemen! No mess-ups, whatsoever. I appreciate it, fellas! I’m going to call the Prez’ and let him know the promo for APW is all done.”
“No problem!”
Anthony nodded at the end result of how it went, we both walked off from the scene, not too far as I looked around.
“I never thought I’d be able to get here. Getting out of that bed was truly something else!”
“I know, I took quite the damage but I cannot let them keep me down for too long. That flight back from Tokyo was drastic. We may have not came back home with the tag gold, but I appreciate the successful run.”
“Man, it was stellar. We grinded harder than anyone else. Almost a year, two more months, would’ve really put ourselves on top but no matter what, we came out and gave it our best. They took advantage of our mistakes. That’s all there is to it. We had a great run. I’m sure we’ll have at it again.”
Me, Anthony and William, there was no band of brothers like us. APW never had a trio like us. TDB, we came in with a plan and we put it into action to make every single person believe. Whatever they doubted us in, they would soon realize it was a terrible mistake to doubt the likes of Anthony, William or myself.
As we engaged in another pounding of fists, Paul ran over to us as his face was not pleasant. He shook his head.
“Guys, I got some real bad news!”
Our eyes widened as we rushed for Paul to spit it out.
“What’s up?”
“APW is closed. I just finished talking and he told me that it was an abrupt decision but it was needed. Said he was sorry. Looks like that promo was a waste.”
I shook my head, not believing it. My heart felt like it had stopped.
“APW closed? What the f...”
“Can’t be, we just came back from over Tokyo. We was healing up and ready for the next show.”
Paul tilted his head.
“Well it’s no longer, okay? Go ahead now, we’ll talk soon.”
He walked on off as both me and Bailey looked back at each other. My head tilted downwards to the ground before I collapsed to my knees in complete and utter shock.
“Jair? You alright? Bro?”
Silence was all there was as Bailey shook me, hoping for an answer. Nothing came as the scene faded.
seattle, washington • 11.2.13 • “Brand New Day”
Since the breaking news of APW closing doors, it was time to feel the gut-wrenching pain of being on the market. Those who hold experience within it do well. Others, in which it’s their first time, it was a rough drag. We were apart of the unemployment line. That was until the very unexpected call of one, Michael Callahan reached bases with both me and Anthony, giving us airfare to Seattle, Washington. He and Johnny Rebel’s new powerhouse. Founder and Co-Founder, they wanted Bailey and me on their growing roster.
For what took a couple of weeks, thanks to all the other invites from several companies who dug our style, our talent and honors, we came to a conclusion. Fresh air, fresh scene was needed. With all the precipitation Seattle gets, the only precipitation I saw was the falling of Benjamin’s. TDB were still together, still in tact, just in a different place. A new place. A place where everyone can etch their names into it’s foundation.
“This rain just isn’t letting up! It’s worst than Brooklyn right now with the temperature and the constant rainfall!”
“Tell me about it, but we can’t let it stop us. We are in new territory. A new home. There’s brightness ahead. We have to make the best of it.”
Nodding knowing it was all truth, I pushed the non-important ish’ to the side. We were signed to contracts now and preparing for the first ever card.
“That Veteran’s Day advertisement we did. Hopefully if they didn’t ‘scrap’ it, we can use it for PURE’s debut event. Hopefully Paul and Brad kept it.”
Anthony gives a doubtful look.
“Not sure. I just can’t get the thought that we are now working for Michael Callahan and Johnny Rebel. It’s hard to believe.”
I began to laugh, shaking my head as I had the same thing in mind.
“I can’t even explain it. We work for them now. It’s some shiggity. Yeah, I said “shiggity”. Anyways, I’m just glad we found a home. I’ll never forget the birthplace.”
“Yeah, it’s a first for us both. Never thought it’d really come to this, but we’ve experienced what it’s like and even when down on hope, we have to remain positive at all times. Love it or hate it, we are here. It’s a blessing.”
“Sure nuff’, Ant! No ‘complainos’ from me anymore! ... This is home. PURE Wrestling.”
Anthony nodded as something seemed to pop on in his head just that quick.
“Speaking of homes ... I need to go house-shopping!”
I nodded with a smile.
“Yeah man, it’s some good places. That little condo I got, I just needed something small enough to satisfy me. I guess it’s what happen when you get used to living in apartment complexes. I’ll help you hunt down a nice place. Maybe with a swimming pool, tons of space.”
Anthony slowly shook his head as he grinned.
“We’ll see...”
Seattle, Washington
11.08.13
09:47 PM
And so ... it all begins again. New scenery. New people. New smells. New company. However within all of that, similar faces. Folks who made Action-Packed Wrestling their home made the transition over to PURE as well. It was drop-off and pick-up routine. We all felt the shockwave of hearing the devastating news. I, myself fell into pieces. Me and Anthony just finished doing a promotional shoot for Veteran’s Day for what was to be aired in APW but since the news dropped, luckily it wasn’t tossed away. A few edits and now it was useable again.
I have to say this. Thank you Callahan, Rebel for working underground with this and releasing it to the masses. You saw the availability sticker still on us and you did your best to not let the ‘Breed’ die on out. You gave us a home and for that, I appreciate it. Even better, I love that the debut takes place on a day that we get to showcase our talent to those who are out there fighting for us. As they get to hopefully sit back, they can see us give back to them. Show them our fighting effort and deliver one massive-ass debut show.
I enter into Key Arena on the 11th and put my game face on. Get my mind right and my body physically ready for what will surely be one of the highlight matches of the night with familiar faces. One I know waayyyyyy too well for my own good. That of course is none other than Aubrey J. Parker. The woman who can one’s perfect day immediately a ‘shitty’ one. I’ve grown used to her. We’ve tagged so many times, it’s ridiculous. I remember at one point saying “Good Riddance!” to her on Twitter and now here I am, getting ready to stare her down on Monday night. It’s crazy how life can put you in places you’d expect to never be.
As much hell as this woman has caused, I didn’t want to be near her again. As much craziness she and her former partner, Logan Alexander put me and Bailey through, I never wanted to see her again. Well look at it, I’m facing her again in a three-way battle against the “Madman” Chris Madison. Aubrey has a very good ratio in three-way bouts. The description tells no lie. Little Miss Aubrey LOVES three-ways...
What?? ... I had to do it. I know she’s the happiest girl in the world right now being she now gets to rattle her man’s brain till death do them part. She’s got something to be happy for, as if she wasn’t already “thrilled” to see Jair Hopkins in her rear-view mirror again. She knows she would be heartbroken if she never got to see me again, deep down I know it. She won’t say it, but me and Anthony, we know it. All the trouble she went through to take us down, she can’t forget us.
Chris Madison, we never got the chance to ‘meet and greet’ but we finally get to see eye to eye, even though it’s a three-way. We still get to tie it up. I’ve seen your work, you’re one tough son of a bitch. Straight up! You the kinda’ dude who appreciates hearing bones crack and break under your ‘bear claw’-like pressure. I’m aware of your style. You do whatever it takes to get the job done, that’s your motto. You live and die by it. I just hope you take to the fact that if you’re looking to lock me in that Peruvian Necktie, breaking me down to nothing but brittle bones, it will be tougher than you think.
If you’ve seen the shit I’ve gone through, breaking me isn’t easy. Breaking my bones is even more difficult. I know I don’t have too much work in the field of submission or the ability to escape them all, I fight till the last gasp of air comes out of me. Aubrey, she’ll bloat about herself to you all on her own with pure ease. It’ll probably make you bleed from the ears and fall to your death. This re-debut of Chris Madison will not be as easy as you might have expected.
My wounds haven’t truly healed from all the damage taken at APW’s “One Night In Hell”. I really can’t even explain to you how I’m still able to stand up straight. The habit of never letting the hustle die out of your system. The ability to continue to fight, even under pain and pressure, it’s crazy. I learned from the best, to never give up, even when at difficult odds. Sometimes those odds can be on your side. You just have to fight on. Everyone has continued to question my abilities of being on my own. I believe I showed them off well in APW, attaining single’s gold and being one of the last Champions there. I strive well under negativity for some reason. I just love proving people wrong.
It’s a new beginning, a new start for everyone. Even Young Mannie who has to now to start over. We all have to hit the ‘restart’ button at some time, right? Well here we are. We get to make PURE Wrestling “that place” where greatness lives. Cliche it is, but we get to start over and evade the mistakes we previously made. I know I will.
Toast ... to a new journey!
