Post by erronwilder on Nov 25, 2016 16:25:05 GMT -5
N E W B E G I N N I N G S
A M E R I C A N S E R I A A A A A H T H R I L L A A A A A H!!!
ERRON WILDER.
A M E R I C A N S E R I A A A A A H T H R I L L A A A A A H!!!
ERRON WILDER.
New beginnings in professional wrestling can be like cooking perfect white rice, the illustration of a seemingly basic task that still besets even the most accomplished into getting it done right.
One can think right off the bat, “it’s easy”; you can employ past experience in a debut and guide yourself on the steps you already know to create a fulfilling first impression. You can convince yourself using personal ‘trial and error’ into being cognizant of what techniques work and what doesn’t to make each grain of effort standout as distinct in lieu of mushy (fucked up, in terms of cooking rice) for an abortive attempt.
But then you can come to realize in the result, especially in a promotion like AWE that’s a vast pool of talent, with all of your stock of extraordinary abilities, phenomenal ring awareness and unparalleled work ethic—there are secrets you don’t know that can make it impossible to get what you want.
Maybe you don’t know the right amount of strenuous physical and mental exertion to deal with a naturally-gifted athlete like Zack Fantana. Maybe you don’t really know how to rise to the occasion and handle the pressure when a technical wizard like Amis Shelton is baffling you with offensive innovations. Maybe you don’t know a single damned thing about the lunacy that drives a retired stuntman like Benny Stevens to still throw all caution to the wayside for a decisive daredevil feat that could cost you the entire match.
And if you don’t, you’re already missing a step in forming the ideal debut – and your new beginning is off to a pointlessly, bad start.
So, all of this bears the question: What does it really take to get shit done right? What do you have to do to succeed when you’re met with undefiable odds? What is the approach you take when you have a match against Benny Stevens in the inaugural Alpha Cup tournament?
Most times… it’s like Erron Wilder’s mentor once said, “When you’ve got problems, you’ve got to keep an open mind to asses, and a closed fist to assault ‘em.”
All you can do is strive to thrive, no matter what.
“I'll tell you this..." Maintaining a distant gaze on the lush greenery in front of him, his noticeable Kiwi accent introduces him to AWE for the first time. "Guys like you and I, Benny, are accustomed to being pushed around and mocked about for our hapless romance with jeopardy. You know? It revolves around our self-destructive inclinations or our over the edge psychology where we belittle the hazards with our intrepidness and go completely deaf to all the precautions we hear from the people that actually care about our well-being because for a moment, we are of one-trick mind and lust for only one thing…”
He pauses, catching his own breath at leisure or just simply building anticipation.
“In a matter of 'to be or not to be', we always choose to be, Benny.”
Looking at the camera sharply, his swarthy brows enhancing his fierce good looks and his matchless dedication to the Kill through the determined glare of his glacial blue eyes.
“We are the compulsive gamblers of this sport, damned to the game of risk, and we would put our all on the line in a single, reckless moment just to win everything on the fuckin’ table in the end. We want to be larger than life itself, and we are willing to pay with our own blood for it. Many would criticize this as rash and foolhardy, but you and I know, we are actually more mentally disciplined than the naysayer that will often be stumped by his own fear and create limits that hold them back. But to us, every challenge is a plateau that we aspire to cross beyond.”
“Because having no limits swarming our heads with the attempt to paralyze our willingness, not holding back every urge for decisive action that overwhelms us and doing the things that nobody else is willing and/or capable of doing with that special knack we have to take what we want no matter what—that’s what it means to be a Stuntman.”
Erron pushes himself off the railing, carrying himself forward in full view of the viewer, clad in a zipped up hooded leather jacket that juxtapose the light scheme of his stonewashed jeans.
“As much as I respect what you do, Benny, I have a newfound problem with you being the only other man in AWE whose actions always allude to a hardwired disregard for danger and all of the consequences entailed. Our interests have been caught together like two steel swords, and AWE has made it clear that we both can’t have the same thing. It’s either you or me, brotha'; two stuntmen vying for the same impressive stunt that will get one of us the idolatry, the recognition and the accolade of having done what no other man in history has done.”
“—That unrivaled feat is of course in being the first Alpha Cup Winner.”
He rams his left fist inside his right palm, the adamant posture of a former prizefighter that itched for his fight.
“The stakes as you know, are already as high as they can be. The pressure will surely mount when the opening bell rings and you’re standing opposed to me in our wonderland of limitless possibility, staring in these coldly-calculated cyan eyes that most will say belongs to a scruffy looking alternate version of yourself. You know? Another hungry competitor looking for his fill of success to sate the lack of it. Another crazed personality that would strip the skin off his bones and sell it to the Devil for a taste of glory. Yeah, that sort of vicious ambition with a bottomless tenacity to achieve.”
A slight hint of flourescence glared off his cocky, one-sided grin.
“The question in all of this is, ‘What's a guy like you gonn’a do about ol' Erron Wilder?’”
And within the bat of an eyelid, his grin became a tight-lipped snarl hidden under the thick strands of his shaggy beard.
“Because for a retired ‘Stuntman’ like you that's used to getting by the ‘any means necessary’ motto as much as being the doyen in the element of surprise, the premier wildcard and the daredevil of decisive action – this match represents foul play because now you're not the only one in AWE that can create suspenseful situations where nobody knows what happens next. You're at a disadvantage. Your repertoire of unpredictable threats, desperate leaps of faith and suicidal tendencies have nothing over me, Playboy. You can't disorient me; you can't fuck with my mind with all of your crazy spontaneity and throw me off a certain balance that I don't have until I feel clueless and desperate and don't know what the hell to do."
Erron lifts an octave on his voice, sounding more aggressively intense in his rasp.
"–I know the name of OUR game, son! And I assure you, I even know a darker complexion of it that is more a life and death matter than the cheap thrill you're used to giving yourself."
He halts his words again, taking a brief moment to gather his composure while his stare remains impaled to the camera's direction.
“While the hype and the propaganda machine may paint us like mirror images of one another, we're more different than you can imagine, Benny Stevens. I'm less flash and more substance, more show than actual tell and I obliterate more than I berate. I'm more of a fiend that will fill wanted posters than a pretty boy looking to be in posters for every prepubescent girl's bedroom wall. And at Massacre #3, the focal point of all of these differences will be visible in two of us walking into the First Arena on December 4th – but only one of us will walk out and advance into this tournament."
The camera narrows on his disheveled mug, the scars, the scruff and the scrunched eyes fading under his terse statement.
"The Alpha Cup just ain't fuckin' big enough for two stuntman to drink out of it at the same time.”