Post by Oliver Main on Mar 8, 2022 12:53:43 GMT -5
- Just posting it so it’s out there. Pics didn’t transfer over, not a huge deal.
What do you do when the people you thought you could count on… abandon you?
You'd be just as lost as I am now.
You'd be equally as directionless coming up short three times against an overgrown jolly green giant never going to be, Supreme Machine. I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve spent the last several months not necessarily in hiding, more so I’ve been thinking about what I should do. With Robert riding off into the sunset amidst a mental breakdown of Caedus to Drew dissipating like a fart in the wind do I continue this journey into the unknown? I’ve been questioning many things since the implosion of Apex.
The answers I've found have led me back to Thunder Pro Wrestling because I don't quit.
I don't walk away.
All I know how to do is fight.
____________________
I couldn’t suppress my inner demons any longer. For years it’s plagued me, it’s been like a million pounds on my shoulders. We all have secrets, skeletons in our closets that linger around us which we try to hide from everyone else around us. The scene opens with Oliver Main as he can be seen standing on the streetside just off the strip in Las Vegas, Nevada in casual attire, he’s recently left the gym.
We hear the sounds of modern dance music in the distance mixed with the voices of people enjoying themselves in the distance,
OLIVER MAIN: Just go in.
Oliver mutters to himself under his breath.
OLIVER MAIN: It’s just a drink.
Ever since taking that final loss to Supreme Machine I’ve had nothing but time to sit back and reflect on where I’ve gone wrong because I should be standing before you as the TPW American Champion twice over… but I’m not. With everything crumbling around me, the pressure to live up to the Apex standard I concluded that there wasn’t anything more I could have done with Supreme Machine.
He was the better man.
It hurts to admit that much like it hurts to see Apex vanish without a trace, but you press on. You retool, you refocus, you figure out what’s important versus what’s not, and you are forced to admit your shortcomings.
It’s the evolution of a rookie.
OLIVER MAIN: Put one foot in front of the other, Ollie, it’s not complicated.
Over the years I’ve had internal battles that I’ve been struggling with, and even to this day as I stand and look at this establishment and hear the sounds of good times being had with friends, I’m an island to myself. I’ve never been good at making friends let alone keeping them. I have had my share of disappointments, my run-ins with law enforcement but have redeemed myself everywhere but in the ring and my personal life. I have realized that if your life is unbalanced nothing will fall into place.
I need to find my inner peace.
OLIVER MAIN: Stop being a pussy.
Nervousness is the only feeling that overcomes my body as I take a small step forward before immediately stepping backward before slowly starting to pace back and forth across the sidewalk as he rests his hands behind his head looking up at the dusk skies of Las Vegas.
OLIVER MAIN: Why can’t I do this?
Handing his head down towards the sidewalk he takes deep breaths in and out, sweat starting to accumulate on his brow. He gains control of his breathing as he stops pacing and kneels in a crouch position.
OLIVER MAIN: It’s just a Fuding bar… like any other bar.
Within my absence in Thunder Pro Wrestling, the landscape has changed just a little bit. Some fresh faces are always welcoming to see, new paths being carved, battles that are being forged, and open challenges that have been issued. Here’s the thing with an open challenge, it’s a lot like Forrest Gump in the essence of being like a box of chocolates never knowing what you’re going to get.
It takes guts to leave a contract for anyone to put their name on.
Especially when that someone goes by the name of Oliver Main.
“Hey man, are you alright?”
Oliver looked up towards the voice of an unknown dude.
He knelt next to me, not touching me but offering his hand.
“Do you need any help?”
Well if that wasn’t the million-dollar question.
OLIVER MAIN: I’m fine.
This dude doesn’t buy it as he laughs under his breath while shaking his head.
“Come on. Get up.”
He waves his hand in front of me which I took as he helped me up.
“My name is Michael.”
OLIVER MAIN: Oliver.
We shook hands as Michael made firm eye contact.
MICHAEL: So, do you want to tell me why you were kneeling looking like you’re having a conversation with yourself on a Saturday in Las Vegas? Some people might find that a little strange.
We released our shake as I crossed my arms tightly against my chest as I could see Michael turn his head towards the bar, then back towards me.
MICHAEL: Are you going inside?
OLIVER MAIN: I hadn’t planned on it.
Gabriel Ohio.
6’9, 289lbs.
A monster.
Seems to be the story of my Thunder Pro career, wouldn’t you say? If you think that you’re going to get lobbed a softball with this in-ring debut allow me to remove that from the equation. The days of victories being handed out on debuts have run their course, and now you’ve got to back your damn play. There’s nothing that puts fear in this heart, there are no obstacles that I’m not willing to cross if it means that I can rewrite my own story.
Fun fact.
Winter Wrestleland I was the semi-main event.
Thunder in Paradise I’m going to open the show.
Some might look at that as a demotion while I look at it as a rebirth. I’ve come a long way in the few months I’ve been playing around in this business but now I’m prepared to give it my undivided attention at the expense of some jackass who thinks his Poop doesn’t sink. You can look past me; you can do some homework because unlike most who would have waited until those final hours to reveal themselves, I’m giving you plenty of time.
Because I’m not a punk.
What I am is a dude that’s going to be walking into Thunder in Paradise with nothing to lose, and everything to gain. I’m going to walk onto this stage that’s been presented to bring a fight that nobody has seen from me. An example needs to be set, Gabriel sounds like he’s the perfect mark to make a little history with.
MICHAEL: That’s a shame.
OLIVER MAIN: Why’s that?
MICHAEL: Because I was going to ask you if you wanted to have a drink. You kind of look like you need one.
I took a step back while letting out a deep breath before responding.
OLIVER MAIN: I’m not..,
Michael cuts me off with a wave of the hand and a kind tone within his voice.
MICHAEL: I don’t care what you are, or what you aren’t. I see a guy that looks like he needs a friend.
OLIVER MAIN: Man, you don’t know me.
MICHAEL: No worries then. I hope you have a better evening…
Michael starts to walk up the sidewalk towards the bar leaving me to my thoughts, I watched him as he neared a set of wooden doors before calling out.
OLIVER MAIN: Michael.
He stopped, turned around, and walked back over towards me.
OLIVER MAIN: I’m sorry about that, man. I’ve got a lot of things going on in my head that I’m trying to come to terms with.
MICHAEL: It’s cool. I mean you don’t owe me an apology.
OLIVER MAIN: Yeah, I do.
Michael stood confused by Oliver’s response before stating.
MICHAEL: I don’t follow you.
OLIVER MAIN: Is the offer still good for that drink?
He flashed an innocent smile at me.
MICHAEL: Sure.
If I was going to take the next step in my professional life I needed to try and balance out my personal life. Robert hadn’t returned any of my calls since we lost the XWF Tag Titles, his seclusion was something that’s warranted with how long and hard he’s run over the last six years.
I’ve lowered my guard for the first time in a very long time.
I knew it.
But if I was going to start somewhere this could be that moment.
I looked towards the front doors of the bar and then back at Michael, back at the doors, back towards Michael.
MICHAEL: Was that a trick question, or?
Exhaling deeply I take the first step towards the door followed by Michael. The camera pans back…
OLIVER MAIN: I have to be honest. It’s my first time at one of these bars.
Michael laughs joyfully before he responds.
MICHAEL: One of these bars? You mean a happy bar, just say it.
OLIVER MAIN: Yeah, a happy bar.
MICHAEL: I promise they don’t bite unless you ask them to.
I stopped in my tracks as he reached for the handle on the door with a look of fear in my eyes.
MICHAEL: I’m kidding, man. You have to lighten up.
Entering the bar the door closes behind them as the scene fades to black.
____________________
This is where I’m going to leave you, Gabriel.
You’ve got this red carpet rolled out for you to mark your debut within Thunder Pro Wrestling while I’ve got a reputation to rebuild from the ground up. What I lack in experience I make up for in sheer passion and desire. The words quit do not resonate within my soul, and now more than ever I need to make my mark.
I don’t have to know a lot about you to know that I’ve got an uphill battle in front of me.
You’ve got the size, you’ve got the strength, you’ve got the experience there’s no doubt.
I’m fueled by things much greater. This isn’t the first time I’ve stepped foot in a ring with a monster much like it damn sure isn’t going to be my last. What I am going to do is utilize what I’ve learned tangling against the Supreme Machine, I’ve going to put into practice the techniques that I’ve been mastering in my downtime, and above all else, I’m going to freaking embarrass you on a night that you thought was your impactful debut.
Don’t worry.
It will be impactful.
It’s going to be interesting how you handle your first defeat at the hands of what one monster likes to call a pup. It’s time for one of us to shine… unfortunately that one of us isn’t going to be you. I don’t know what the future holds moving forward from Thunder in Paradise. I’m taking things one day at a time, one show at a time while I try to improve myself and my worth not only within Thunder Pro Wrestling… but around the world.
This could be the first step in reclaiming what I never should have lost.
Respect.
Sometimes it’s not about how many times you get knocked down… it’s how many times you get back up. This is me getting up, taking back what’s mine while laying the foundation for what is yet to come. I’ve started to make peace with who I am which is going to center my professional chi and give me that peace within to reach the potential that I know runs within these veins.
Be careful what you wish for, Gabe.
… because now you’re going to get a little more than you can freaking handle. The only thing that is left to do on our ends is shut up and fight. I’ll see you at Thunder in Paradise welcoming you to Thunder Pro Wrestling with open arms and balled-up fist which will be thrilled to get acquainted with both sides of your face. You might think this is for you, but I assure you that this Oliver Main is going to be a little too hot for you to handle.
What do you do when the people you thought you could count on… abandon you?
You'd be just as lost as I am now.
You'd be equally as directionless coming up short three times against an overgrown jolly green giant never going to be, Supreme Machine. I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve spent the last several months not necessarily in hiding, more so I’ve been thinking about what I should do. With Robert riding off into the sunset amidst a mental breakdown of Caedus to Drew dissipating like a fart in the wind do I continue this journey into the unknown? I’ve been questioning many things since the implosion of Apex.
The answers I've found have led me back to Thunder Pro Wrestling because I don't quit.
I don't walk away.
All I know how to do is fight.
____________________
I couldn’t suppress my inner demons any longer. For years it’s plagued me, it’s been like a million pounds on my shoulders. We all have secrets, skeletons in our closets that linger around us which we try to hide from everyone else around us. The scene opens with Oliver Main as he can be seen standing on the streetside just off the strip in Las Vegas, Nevada in casual attire, he’s recently left the gym.
We hear the sounds of modern dance music in the distance mixed with the voices of people enjoying themselves in the distance,
OLIVER MAIN: Just go in.
Oliver mutters to himself under his breath.
OLIVER MAIN: It’s just a drink.
Ever since taking that final loss to Supreme Machine I’ve had nothing but time to sit back and reflect on where I’ve gone wrong because I should be standing before you as the TPW American Champion twice over… but I’m not. With everything crumbling around me, the pressure to live up to the Apex standard I concluded that there wasn’t anything more I could have done with Supreme Machine.
He was the better man.
It hurts to admit that much like it hurts to see Apex vanish without a trace, but you press on. You retool, you refocus, you figure out what’s important versus what’s not, and you are forced to admit your shortcomings.
It’s the evolution of a rookie.
OLIVER MAIN: Put one foot in front of the other, Ollie, it’s not complicated.
Over the years I’ve had internal battles that I’ve been struggling with, and even to this day as I stand and look at this establishment and hear the sounds of good times being had with friends, I’m an island to myself. I’ve never been good at making friends let alone keeping them. I have had my share of disappointments, my run-ins with law enforcement but have redeemed myself everywhere but in the ring and my personal life. I have realized that if your life is unbalanced nothing will fall into place.
I need to find my inner peace.
OLIVER MAIN: Stop being a pussy.
Nervousness is the only feeling that overcomes my body as I take a small step forward before immediately stepping backward before slowly starting to pace back and forth across the sidewalk as he rests his hands behind his head looking up at the dusk skies of Las Vegas.
OLIVER MAIN: Why can’t I do this?
Handing his head down towards the sidewalk he takes deep breaths in and out, sweat starting to accumulate on his brow. He gains control of his breathing as he stops pacing and kneels in a crouch position.
OLIVER MAIN: It’s just a Fuding bar… like any other bar.
Within my absence in Thunder Pro Wrestling, the landscape has changed just a little bit. Some fresh faces are always welcoming to see, new paths being carved, battles that are being forged, and open challenges that have been issued. Here’s the thing with an open challenge, it’s a lot like Forrest Gump in the essence of being like a box of chocolates never knowing what you’re going to get.
It takes guts to leave a contract for anyone to put their name on.
Especially when that someone goes by the name of Oliver Main.
“Hey man, are you alright?”
Oliver looked up towards the voice of an unknown dude.
He knelt next to me, not touching me but offering his hand.
“Do you need any help?”
Well if that wasn’t the million-dollar question.
OLIVER MAIN: I’m fine.
This dude doesn’t buy it as he laughs under his breath while shaking his head.
“Come on. Get up.”
He waves his hand in front of me which I took as he helped me up.
“My name is Michael.”
OLIVER MAIN: Oliver.
We shook hands as Michael made firm eye contact.
MICHAEL: So, do you want to tell me why you were kneeling looking like you’re having a conversation with yourself on a Saturday in Las Vegas? Some people might find that a little strange.
We released our shake as I crossed my arms tightly against my chest as I could see Michael turn his head towards the bar, then back towards me.
MICHAEL: Are you going inside?
OLIVER MAIN: I hadn’t planned on it.
Gabriel Ohio.
6’9, 289lbs.
A monster.
Seems to be the story of my Thunder Pro career, wouldn’t you say? If you think that you’re going to get lobbed a softball with this in-ring debut allow me to remove that from the equation. The days of victories being handed out on debuts have run their course, and now you’ve got to back your damn play. There’s nothing that puts fear in this heart, there are no obstacles that I’m not willing to cross if it means that I can rewrite my own story.
Fun fact.
Winter Wrestleland I was the semi-main event.
Thunder in Paradise I’m going to open the show.
Some might look at that as a demotion while I look at it as a rebirth. I’ve come a long way in the few months I’ve been playing around in this business but now I’m prepared to give it my undivided attention at the expense of some jackass who thinks his Poop doesn’t sink. You can look past me; you can do some homework because unlike most who would have waited until those final hours to reveal themselves, I’m giving you plenty of time.
Because I’m not a punk.
What I am is a dude that’s going to be walking into Thunder in Paradise with nothing to lose, and everything to gain. I’m going to walk onto this stage that’s been presented to bring a fight that nobody has seen from me. An example needs to be set, Gabriel sounds like he’s the perfect mark to make a little history with.
MICHAEL: That’s a shame.
OLIVER MAIN: Why’s that?
MICHAEL: Because I was going to ask you if you wanted to have a drink. You kind of look like you need one.
I took a step back while letting out a deep breath before responding.
OLIVER MAIN: I’m not..,
Michael cuts me off with a wave of the hand and a kind tone within his voice.
MICHAEL: I don’t care what you are, or what you aren’t. I see a guy that looks like he needs a friend.
OLIVER MAIN: Man, you don’t know me.
MICHAEL: No worries then. I hope you have a better evening…
Michael starts to walk up the sidewalk towards the bar leaving me to my thoughts, I watched him as he neared a set of wooden doors before calling out.
OLIVER MAIN: Michael.
He stopped, turned around, and walked back over towards me.
OLIVER MAIN: I’m sorry about that, man. I’ve got a lot of things going on in my head that I’m trying to come to terms with.
MICHAEL: It’s cool. I mean you don’t owe me an apology.
OLIVER MAIN: Yeah, I do.
Michael stood confused by Oliver’s response before stating.
MICHAEL: I don’t follow you.
OLIVER MAIN: Is the offer still good for that drink?
He flashed an innocent smile at me.
MICHAEL: Sure.
If I was going to take the next step in my professional life I needed to try and balance out my personal life. Robert hadn’t returned any of my calls since we lost the XWF Tag Titles, his seclusion was something that’s warranted with how long and hard he’s run over the last six years.
I’ve lowered my guard for the first time in a very long time.
I knew it.
But if I was going to start somewhere this could be that moment.
I looked towards the front doors of the bar and then back at Michael, back at the doors, back towards Michael.
MICHAEL: Was that a trick question, or?
Exhaling deeply I take the first step towards the door followed by Michael. The camera pans back…
OLIVER MAIN: I have to be honest. It’s my first time at one of these bars.
Michael laughs joyfully before he responds.
MICHAEL: One of these bars? You mean a happy bar, just say it.
OLIVER MAIN: Yeah, a happy bar.
MICHAEL: I promise they don’t bite unless you ask them to.
I stopped in my tracks as he reached for the handle on the door with a look of fear in my eyes.
MICHAEL: I’m kidding, man. You have to lighten up.
Entering the bar the door closes behind them as the scene fades to black.
____________________
This is where I’m going to leave you, Gabriel.
You’ve got this red carpet rolled out for you to mark your debut within Thunder Pro Wrestling while I’ve got a reputation to rebuild from the ground up. What I lack in experience I make up for in sheer passion and desire. The words quit do not resonate within my soul, and now more than ever I need to make my mark.
I don’t have to know a lot about you to know that I’ve got an uphill battle in front of me.
You’ve got the size, you’ve got the strength, you’ve got the experience there’s no doubt.
I’m fueled by things much greater. This isn’t the first time I’ve stepped foot in a ring with a monster much like it damn sure isn’t going to be my last. What I am going to do is utilize what I’ve learned tangling against the Supreme Machine, I’ve going to put into practice the techniques that I’ve been mastering in my downtime, and above all else, I’m going to freaking embarrass you on a night that you thought was your impactful debut.
Don’t worry.
It will be impactful.
It’s going to be interesting how you handle your first defeat at the hands of what one monster likes to call a pup. It’s time for one of us to shine… unfortunately that one of us isn’t going to be you. I don’t know what the future holds moving forward from Thunder in Paradise. I’m taking things one day at a time, one show at a time while I try to improve myself and my worth not only within Thunder Pro Wrestling… but around the world.
This could be the first step in reclaiming what I never should have lost.
Respect.
Sometimes it’s not about how many times you get knocked down… it’s how many times you get back up. This is me getting up, taking back what’s mine while laying the foundation for what is yet to come. I’ve started to make peace with who I am which is going to center my professional chi and give me that peace within to reach the potential that I know runs within these veins.
Be careful what you wish for, Gabe.
… because now you’re going to get a little more than you can freaking handle. The only thing that is left to do on our ends is shut up and fight. I’ll see you at Thunder in Paradise welcoming you to Thunder Pro Wrestling with open arms and balled-up fist which will be thrilled to get acquainted with both sides of your face. You might think this is for you, but I assure you that this Oliver Main is going to be a little too hot for you to handle.
