Post by anthony on Mar 13, 2024 16:43:02 GMT -5
I never understood people who devote their lives to destroying things.
Whether it’s these vicious nerds in the “IWC” who go out of their way to tear people down, or a corporate entity that cannibalizes a community to build more retail outlets that simply drain the color and life from a neighborhood, or one of these freaks in Spirit of Halloween makeup screaming chaos, blood, broken bones and death…
Everybody wants to be a killer, a devourer, a menace. It’s no wonder most of them don’t have a flippin’ CLUE how to create a legacy.
Cancer cells can’t be programmed to heal.
I won’t lie, I used to be like that early in my career. I loved spitting on the names and showing off the scalps of opponents. Tony got another skull, yay me! Until that mentality nearly killed me as well.
Injuries, Percocet and drinking Lean, making friends into foes and foes into snarling dogs when they caught a whiff of me.
I had to smarten up, go a different route. Now, I create. That’s my bag these days.
A resume few can touch. A promotion company that puts food on the tables for families. A reputation for being the guy that can improve your roster and profits, that can beat your favorite fighter and STILL make them look top shelf…
Unless they decide to play stupid games, then I reward them with painful prizes!
I build. I’m the guy with the tools and blueprints while everyone else runs around with gas cans and nothing resembling a plan.
I create because it leaves a more memorable legacy. After all, this business is about creating memorable moments.
Though this one at the beach in Maui is going to be remembered for being very scratchy.
Plus that g.d. crab…
“Children, what have you done to your father?”
Best part of my career in 2023-2024: the success. Multiple titles, huge buzz, and a rockstar super tour to go with it. Seems like every company I show up to, I get announced like Drake’s showing up to your city.
Worst part: the touring aspect. Good God, I forgot how exhausting constant travel is. Life’s become waiting in airport terminals for departure times. Or sitting around in hotel rooms waiting for DoorDash orders and communication with people you care about through phone screens. Gaining or losing hours with time zone shifts.
Missing moments with your kids, even though when you do see them, they pull goofy stunts like this!
“Dad was like that when we found him, Priya and I swear!”
My son’s saying this while trying to hide a shovel behind his back. Those little knuckleheads done buried me neck deep in the sand! It’s like that scene in Creepshow where Ted Danson got caught sleeping with somebody's wife and Leslie Nielsen buried him, waiting for the high tide to drown him.
Priya, my daughter, has no poker face. She giggles uncontrollably seeing pops like this. Yeah, I kind of encouraged this.
“This was daddy’s idea, momma!”
“Figured,” Cassandra smirks. “I technically have 3 children: ages 6, 9, and 35!”
I’m not the biggest fan of Hawaii (Majorca and Ibiza are better. Cheaper too.) but with time off from other gigs, I figured this was a good place to take the family for some r&r. Cass needed some downtime as well. Between finishing up her tenure at the university and building her clothing line up, she’d been working nonstop as well. She’s certainly enjoying me in this state.
“You know how many times I dreamed of seeing you in this position?” She revels, sipping on her Pina Colada and looking down at me.
“Yeah, you have stated publicly you’d murder me for the insurance money. Plus it’s not often you get to look down on me. I mean, even up to my throat in sand, I’m still eye level to your kneecaps…”
“Oi, short jokes, eh? I think the sun’s giving you some bloody heat stroke.”
She squirts sunblock in my face. Real strong stuff too.
“What is this stuff, SPF 3000? Has to be, you’re Bri’ish!! Y’all had to conquer half the planet to get exposure to the sun.”
“I hope a seagull takes a dump on your head. It’s big enough to hit even from thousands of feet in the air.”
Yes, Cass and I love trolling each other. Hides the fact even after six years of marriage there is no one else on Earth we’d rather be with. She starts rubbing the sun block on my face.
“This wasn’t a bad idea, taking us to Hawaii. The kids love it.”
“We all needed a break, babe. We’ve been running around like mad. Hope the kids haven’t been too much of a pain for you. Especially Robbie.”
I get worried about my son. He’s frustrated because I’m not around as much as I used to be. I can relate; my dad was always on the road when I was his age too. He had to miss out on things I was doing. Kiddo and I had some arguments. He would get out of line, but I understood.
When you miss somebody you love, it makes you act out of character.
Don’t worry, boy. Just a couple more years and I won’t have to miss anything. Maybe Behcet’s Disease was a blessing. I had set a timetable to walk away from combat sports before 40. My condition just ensures compliance.
“Dad, can we get snow cones?” Robbie asks.
“Only if you get me one, too.”
“Dad, how are you gonna eat a snowcone without hands?”
“Same way I’m going to cut this promo for work, son of mine. Oh, honey…” He looks up at his wife. “I need to borrow your sun hat.”
“Why do you need my hat?”
“…Reasons.”
“Legitimate reasons or stupid wrestling activities reasons?”
“…I’ll buy the pretty lady another pina!”
So now we begin our promotional activities with Tony neck deep in white sand with sunscreen painted across his face, a cup of lime/blue raspberry Flavor Snow brand snow cone next to his cheek with an extra long straw, and his wife’s lovely English lavender colored sun hat (available from her clothing brand Cromwell Road.com for $14.95 until April.) He tilts his head to get a sip, because cutting promos with a dry mouth is harsh.
“Okay, so let’s get back to that monologue of mine earlier in the program. Creation…”
“Most of these motherchuckers in wrestling don’t know how to spell the word, much less implement it. Everybody wants to break stuff, and that’s easy. Making…little harder because that requires a mindset few have or can maintain.”
“My rivalry with Larry was never about destruction or revenge. Even though I make fun of him being a long winded pompous dork, the man can do his job better than 90% of the industry. I’ll be the SECOND to tell you that. He’s the first. And he’ll remind you…in painfully long depth. Hell, people forget the first time I fought him in DPI, he beat me.”
“Was I mad? Of course. I hate losing. It’s like stepping on a LEGO barefoot. It ruins your day. Puts you in a bad mood. Then makes you realize part of that was your fault. Should’ve kept my eyes peeled. It made me think a little deeper.”
“Some people would’ve freaked out, me, I stopped to consider what can I do to fix those little errors that cost me. What alternative routes can I take to find a route to victory.”
“I never considered him an enemy. He didn’t do anything but do his job a bit better that night. So I decided to do the same to him. That’s why I’m now 3-1 lifetime in matches with Tact. One slip…”
He went to snap his finger, but it’s buried under sand. So he clicked his tongue.
“Roles could be reversed. It could be me behind the count.”
“Enemies and punching bags make you sloppy. Rivals make you better.”
“What would Coke be without Pepsi breathing down their necks? Would the Playstation be the mega success it is if they didn’t have to worry about Microsoft and Nintendo cutting into their sales? Hell, TPW wouldn't be the brand it is if they didn’t have to work against competitors some of us on the roster work for on the off hours.”
“Real competition breeds excellence, and frankly, Larry Tact is a reason why yours truly is simply one of the best in the business…”
He stops and sneers at a seagull landing next to his frozen treat, trying to headbutt it away.
“Off with you, flying rat! That’s MY $12 frozen treat! Go scrounge in a rubbish bin!”
The seagull squawks at him, Tony squawks back and tries to bite him.
“Go away! Go do a musical number with Ariel and a crab! Yeesh!”
“So, yeah, Larry is part of the reason why I’m one of the best on Earth. And to thank him, he gets to eat another Michelin star loss to me. He knows by now I don’t make mistakes around him.”
That darn bird lands near again and tries his foolishness again.
“No, eff off Scuttle, or I’ll feed you an Alka Seltzer tablet…”
The winged rodent instead takes Cassandra’s hat and scurries off with it.
“You flying penis! Great, just great. Now she’s gonna leave me here stuck in the ground!”
With a heavy sigh, he sucks some more snow cone juice through his straw.
“But my snow cone is safe. And that’s what truly is important.”
Whether it’s these vicious nerds in the “IWC” who go out of their way to tear people down, or a corporate entity that cannibalizes a community to build more retail outlets that simply drain the color and life from a neighborhood, or one of these freaks in Spirit of Halloween makeup screaming chaos, blood, broken bones and death…
Everybody wants to be a killer, a devourer, a menace. It’s no wonder most of them don’t have a flippin’ CLUE how to create a legacy.
Cancer cells can’t be programmed to heal.
I won’t lie, I used to be like that early in my career. I loved spitting on the names and showing off the scalps of opponents. Tony got another skull, yay me! Until that mentality nearly killed me as well.
Injuries, Percocet and drinking Lean, making friends into foes and foes into snarling dogs when they caught a whiff of me.
I had to smarten up, go a different route. Now, I create. That’s my bag these days.
A resume few can touch. A promotion company that puts food on the tables for families. A reputation for being the guy that can improve your roster and profits, that can beat your favorite fighter and STILL make them look top shelf…
Unless they decide to play stupid games, then I reward them with painful prizes!
I build. I’m the guy with the tools and blueprints while everyone else runs around with gas cans and nothing resembling a plan.
I create because it leaves a more memorable legacy. After all, this business is about creating memorable moments.
Though this one at the beach in Maui is going to be remembered for being very scratchy.
Plus that g.d. crab…
“Children, what have you done to your father?”
Best part of my career in 2023-2024: the success. Multiple titles, huge buzz, and a rockstar super tour to go with it. Seems like every company I show up to, I get announced like Drake’s showing up to your city.
Worst part: the touring aspect. Good God, I forgot how exhausting constant travel is. Life’s become waiting in airport terminals for departure times. Or sitting around in hotel rooms waiting for DoorDash orders and communication with people you care about through phone screens. Gaining or losing hours with time zone shifts.
Missing moments with your kids, even though when you do see them, they pull goofy stunts like this!
“Dad was like that when we found him, Priya and I swear!”
My son’s saying this while trying to hide a shovel behind his back. Those little knuckleheads done buried me neck deep in the sand! It’s like that scene in Creepshow where Ted Danson got caught sleeping with somebody's wife and Leslie Nielsen buried him, waiting for the high tide to drown him.
Priya, my daughter, has no poker face. She giggles uncontrollably seeing pops like this. Yeah, I kind of encouraged this.
“This was daddy’s idea, momma!”
“Figured,” Cassandra smirks. “I technically have 3 children: ages 6, 9, and 35!”
I’m not the biggest fan of Hawaii (Majorca and Ibiza are better. Cheaper too.) but with time off from other gigs, I figured this was a good place to take the family for some r&r. Cass needed some downtime as well. Between finishing up her tenure at the university and building her clothing line up, she’d been working nonstop as well. She’s certainly enjoying me in this state.
“You know how many times I dreamed of seeing you in this position?” She revels, sipping on her Pina Colada and looking down at me.
“Yeah, you have stated publicly you’d murder me for the insurance money. Plus it’s not often you get to look down on me. I mean, even up to my throat in sand, I’m still eye level to your kneecaps…”
“Oi, short jokes, eh? I think the sun’s giving you some bloody heat stroke.”
She squirts sunblock in my face. Real strong stuff too.
“What is this stuff, SPF 3000? Has to be, you’re Bri’ish!! Y’all had to conquer half the planet to get exposure to the sun.”
“I hope a seagull takes a dump on your head. It’s big enough to hit even from thousands of feet in the air.”
Yes, Cass and I love trolling each other. Hides the fact even after six years of marriage there is no one else on Earth we’d rather be with. She starts rubbing the sun block on my face.
“This wasn’t a bad idea, taking us to Hawaii. The kids love it.”
“We all needed a break, babe. We’ve been running around like mad. Hope the kids haven’t been too much of a pain for you. Especially Robbie.”
I get worried about my son. He’s frustrated because I’m not around as much as I used to be. I can relate; my dad was always on the road when I was his age too. He had to miss out on things I was doing. Kiddo and I had some arguments. He would get out of line, but I understood.
When you miss somebody you love, it makes you act out of character.
Don’t worry, boy. Just a couple more years and I won’t have to miss anything. Maybe Behcet’s Disease was a blessing. I had set a timetable to walk away from combat sports before 40. My condition just ensures compliance.
“Dad, can we get snow cones?” Robbie asks.
“Only if you get me one, too.”
“Dad, how are you gonna eat a snowcone without hands?”
“Same way I’m going to cut this promo for work, son of mine. Oh, honey…” He looks up at his wife. “I need to borrow your sun hat.”
“Why do you need my hat?”
“…Reasons.”
“Legitimate reasons or stupid wrestling activities reasons?”
“…I’ll buy the pretty lady another pina!”
So now we begin our promotional activities with Tony neck deep in white sand with sunscreen painted across his face, a cup of lime/blue raspberry Flavor Snow brand snow cone next to his cheek with an extra long straw, and his wife’s lovely English lavender colored sun hat (available from her clothing brand Cromwell Road.com for $14.95 until April.) He tilts his head to get a sip, because cutting promos with a dry mouth is harsh.
“Okay, so let’s get back to that monologue of mine earlier in the program. Creation…”
“Most of these motherchuckers in wrestling don’t know how to spell the word, much less implement it. Everybody wants to break stuff, and that’s easy. Making…little harder because that requires a mindset few have or can maintain.”
“My rivalry with Larry was never about destruction or revenge. Even though I make fun of him being a long winded pompous dork, the man can do his job better than 90% of the industry. I’ll be the SECOND to tell you that. He’s the first. And he’ll remind you…in painfully long depth. Hell, people forget the first time I fought him in DPI, he beat me.”
“Was I mad? Of course. I hate losing. It’s like stepping on a LEGO barefoot. It ruins your day. Puts you in a bad mood. Then makes you realize part of that was your fault. Should’ve kept my eyes peeled. It made me think a little deeper.”
“Some people would’ve freaked out, me, I stopped to consider what can I do to fix those little errors that cost me. What alternative routes can I take to find a route to victory.”
“I never considered him an enemy. He didn’t do anything but do his job a bit better that night. So I decided to do the same to him. That’s why I’m now 3-1 lifetime in matches with Tact. One slip…”
He went to snap his finger, but it’s buried under sand. So he clicked his tongue.
“Roles could be reversed. It could be me behind the count.”
“Enemies and punching bags make you sloppy. Rivals make you better.”
“What would Coke be without Pepsi breathing down their necks? Would the Playstation be the mega success it is if they didn’t have to worry about Microsoft and Nintendo cutting into their sales? Hell, TPW wouldn't be the brand it is if they didn’t have to work against competitors some of us on the roster work for on the off hours.”
“Real competition breeds excellence, and frankly, Larry Tact is a reason why yours truly is simply one of the best in the business…”
He stops and sneers at a seagull landing next to his frozen treat, trying to headbutt it away.
“Off with you, flying rat! That’s MY $12 frozen treat! Go scrounge in a rubbish bin!”
The seagull squawks at him, Tony squawks back and tries to bite him.
“Go away! Go do a musical number with Ariel and a crab! Yeesh!”
“So, yeah, Larry is part of the reason why I’m one of the best on Earth. And to thank him, he gets to eat another Michelin star loss to me. He knows by now I don’t make mistakes around him.”
That darn bird lands near again and tries his foolishness again.
“No, eff off Scuttle, or I’ll feed you an Alka Seltzer tablet…”
The winged rodent instead takes Cassandra’s hat and scurries off with it.
“You flying penis! Great, just great. Now she’s gonna leave me here stuck in the ground!”
With a heavy sigh, he sucks some more snow cone juice through his straw.
“But my snow cone is safe. And that’s what truly is important.”
