Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Apr 2, 2010 8:48:41 GMT -5
April 2
I’ve always appreciated new beginnings. The opportunity to reinvent oneself, to free oneself of past bondage and boundaries. So often we have to put on a face, wear an invisible mask, hide our true selves, our true beings, from the larger world. I fully advocate the removal of such things, after all, who are we if we are not ourselves?
I’ve had the opportunity to do a cursory scan of these new surroundings, this new environment. Everywhere I look, I see hypocrisy. It was embedded in the Lock Wrestling Federation, and it looks ready to run rampant through this new Unified Global Wrestling Coalition as well. I have chosen to cast aside past gimmicky falsehoods and be known for who I am, Phrixus Deimos. I am flawed and I make mistakes, but I own my past. I revel in it. It’s been a long time since I pretended to be a hero.
A lot of old faces in a new place. Most expect that people have forgotten their past transgressions. I haven’t. People like Russo, Pierce, and Hastings, all carry a darkness within them, a darkness that they attempt to divert with smoke and mirrors. It’s one of the things I could always appreciate about Triple M. He never tried to hide who he was, and he didn’t particularly care what you thought about it. They rest need to be reminded of who they really are. The world needs to be reminded of who they really are. I could tell them, but they wouldn’t listen. Wanting people to listen, you can’t just walk up and tap them on the shoulder anymore. You need to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you’ll find you have their strict attention.
Take the case of Jet Somers. From what I can see, he would have people believe that he is the honorable type, would never cheat, and that he was pushed into his recent actions by an evil out of his control. I know better. I know the truth about this fight or flight response, the reasons that we all dip into our inner darkness. I know the terror that secretly strikes at the heart of Jet Somers.
Fear can drive us into that fight or flight response, a fear of loss, a fear of abandonment. Somers knows abandonment better than most. He lost both of his parents, his mother dead in childbirth and his father killed when he was still a young child. The scars that leaves behind isn’t something I would wish on anybody. I wonder if he still lays awake at night, asking his mother why she left him, torturing himself over something that cannot be his fault, yet forever will be. Now, he finds himself alone, those he counted amongst his friends having left him as well. Saint. Korpi. How deeply does it haunt him? How much does he blame himself?
They say it was this man Dirge that drove Somers to the brink, pushed him over the edge. Dirge seems proud of himself for his accomplishment. I applaud it as well, but not for the reasons he might believe. You cannot change a man, but you can reveal him for what he truly is, what he truly has been all along. Fear breeds anger, and anger causes hate. Jet Somers knows fear.
And all that know fear will know pain and suffering.
I will enjoy this.
I’ve always appreciated new beginnings. The opportunity to reinvent oneself, to free oneself of past bondage and boundaries. So often we have to put on a face, wear an invisible mask, hide our true selves, our true beings, from the larger world. I fully advocate the removal of such things, after all, who are we if we are not ourselves?
I’ve had the opportunity to do a cursory scan of these new surroundings, this new environment. Everywhere I look, I see hypocrisy. It was embedded in the Lock Wrestling Federation, and it looks ready to run rampant through this new Unified Global Wrestling Coalition as well. I have chosen to cast aside past gimmicky falsehoods and be known for who I am, Phrixus Deimos. I am flawed and I make mistakes, but I own my past. I revel in it. It’s been a long time since I pretended to be a hero.
A lot of old faces in a new place. Most expect that people have forgotten their past transgressions. I haven’t. People like Russo, Pierce, and Hastings, all carry a darkness within them, a darkness that they attempt to divert with smoke and mirrors. It’s one of the things I could always appreciate about Triple M. He never tried to hide who he was, and he didn’t particularly care what you thought about it. They rest need to be reminded of who they really are. The world needs to be reminded of who they really are. I could tell them, but they wouldn’t listen. Wanting people to listen, you can’t just walk up and tap them on the shoulder anymore. You need to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you’ll find you have their strict attention.
Take the case of Jet Somers. From what I can see, he would have people believe that he is the honorable type, would never cheat, and that he was pushed into his recent actions by an evil out of his control. I know better. I know the truth about this fight or flight response, the reasons that we all dip into our inner darkness. I know the terror that secretly strikes at the heart of Jet Somers.
Fear can drive us into that fight or flight response, a fear of loss, a fear of abandonment. Somers knows abandonment better than most. He lost both of his parents, his mother dead in childbirth and his father killed when he was still a young child. The scars that leaves behind isn’t something I would wish on anybody. I wonder if he still lays awake at night, asking his mother why she left him, torturing himself over something that cannot be his fault, yet forever will be. Now, he finds himself alone, those he counted amongst his friends having left him as well. Saint. Korpi. How deeply does it haunt him? How much does he blame himself?
They say it was this man Dirge that drove Somers to the brink, pushed him over the edge. Dirge seems proud of himself for his accomplishment. I applaud it as well, but not for the reasons he might believe. You cannot change a man, but you can reveal him for what he truly is, what he truly has been all along. Fear breeds anger, and anger causes hate. Jet Somers knows fear.
And all that know fear will know pain and suffering.
I will enjoy this.