Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 20:22:18 GMT -6
Men in general judge more by the sense of sight than by the sense of touch, because everyone can see but few can test by feeling. Everyone sees what you seem to be, few know what you really are. And those few do not dare take a stand against the general opinion.
As I stared down, from my saintly father's 35th floor office whilst we waited for him to finish business I collected a keen metaphor for the human race as I saw it juxtaposed against my ambition.
"They look like little ants from up here. Right Brandi?" My inept, infinitely annoying and not blood related brother, Joey keenly observed as he stood beside me. With all the innocence and woeful ignorance of a child he peered down over them.
"That they do, Joseph." I agreed with him. They did look like insects to me. They always did. No matter how close they would come up to me- were they to approach me in conversation or shake my hand. No matter what they did I always viewed them the same. Like pitiful insects teetering along their lesser paths. They act with absolute predetermination. Like a drone mindlessly following the Queen's path. There is no lucidity, no agency in their work. Almost all of you are stepping along to a drum you can't even begin to be aware of. I was born with the gift of hearing it, feeling the beat, and seeing the man playing the drum. And I want to tear it from his cold dead hands and bang on it until all the lemmings would march right off a cliff.
"Everyone- Listen. Ambition cannot be taught, wisdom cannot be taught. Guile, wit, aggression, depravity, passion, loyalty, and virtue; all these things cannot be taught." I muse to the camera. This is my first time on camera for the sake of entertainment. This is the first time I've worn a charming face, a keen smile, and set my eyes on the people for the sake of amusement. I almost regretted not doing this sooner as it almost felt like a fun exercise.
"They only can be learned. Through hardships, through desperation, through anguish, and urgency you learn how to become these things. They say these things are inherent in us, and our nature simply comes out. But that is only half the story. Through experience these natures flourish- They rise up out of us and bloom into characters that are leaders, rebels, fighters, heroes, and killers." I was all these things but a hero; Which are myths. But I will look like one as I pour my passion into every word of this speech- Or as the disgustingly plebeian put it: Promo.
"You can teach someone the skills of these attributes, you can make them practice and act out what it is like to be cunning enough to set a trap, or brutal enough to maim. But they will never truly understand until they achieve that insight of what it is to be those things." Of all the potent weapons in rhetoric. The truth I find, is the most lethal of poisons. Present someone with something true, and they are eating the whole plate already.
"We the trainees of the (R)evolution development program have been taught how to grapple, strike, hold, and slam each other. We've been given all the tools, all the lesson to know how to Wrestle. Are we now Wrestlers?" Rhythm is one of the most prized tools of rhetoric. Like playing an instrument you simply must play the rests. "No." I couldn't keep the smile from curling around my lips. "And that's what we're here for. The first step of the learning process is done. We are graduating to the second phase. We are learning to apply the skills of a wrestler. Learning how to act as a wrestler. Until we finally achieve that insight on truly being an honest to god wrestler." I shift my stance, as I present myself mulling over my own food for thought.
"There will be many who say such things; 'I'm dripping with ambition.' or 'I'm a real wrestler.' There's always a person who speaks out with insecurity. Unknowingly or otherwise. The facts are facts. We are here to learn what that is, and we all still are or else we'd be up in the big leagues clashing with champions or as champions ourselves." My expression grows stern, matching the urgency of my words. "We are all still learning. I say that absolutely."
"Whether it be someone like Shinji Uchikawa, who has had prior success in the industry. Or someone fresh off the boat like me.We are all still looking for that moment of insight, that spark of experience to flash at us that we finally understand and can say clearly: 'I am a Wrestler.' Because that's really what this tournament is. It's us all competing, jockeying for position to see who has that moment first. And that will be who our winner is, that will be who our first ever (R)evolution Champion is. The one among us who says proudly and truly those words: I. AM. A WRESTLER." I beat my hands together with the words. Like I said; Rhythm.
"So no matter what. We are all one step closer. Especially those in my match, win or lose we are closer. We even have the advantage of that first experience. Winning or losing. Whoever it may be, it will only be advantageous to us four whether we catch the heat of that momentous win, or the despair of that cold and humiliating defeat. We will be a step closer to finding out who is the first of us who can say it and who is the first of us to be called not just wrestler, but also Champion." I can feel a small surge of excitement myself in my own words. I might have accidentally lit a fire under my own ass.
"Looking at my partner, Devan Whitmore, I can see already a fierce competitor. And can only expect her determination to match my own coming into this match. And from across the ring to the opposite corner I can see a matched pair staring right back at us. Shinji along with Shozo. I can't say for certain if they are fierce, or know how to be. If they are fighters or if they only know how to fight. But I can guarantee them after our match they will have learned something walking out of it. I will not teach it to them, but because of me they will learn something I absolutely guarantee."
"Whoever it may be after the main event. Me with Devan Whitmore, or Shinji Uchikawa with Shozo in tow. We can all go home satisfied knowing that we took something out of this moment. So with that I can only hope the best team wins, with all of my respects to everyone involved. I look forward to crossing each of you in the tournament in our next show. May the best, and truest wrestler win." I give a gracious nod, the feed cuts out and I breathe a deep breath as reality washes back on my face.
I can safely guarantee the best shall win. Whether that be a "true wrestler" or not is completely irrelevant. I know I will win, and not only look forward to it but can practically expect my name engraved on that title's history first and absolutely foremost. So they can all look on in the end, when they're beaten and on their knees they can know for a fact that I am the better of all of them and their sums. I am the best and am entitled to my glory.