Post by eagles on Apr 21, 2007 12:47:41 GMT -6
Not only in recent years but in his entire life could Josh Eagles remember feeling so humiliated, so taken back by the way his life had taken a curve. Over and over he played Spring Breakage back in his head trying to find somewhere to place the blame... trying to figure out how he had lost to Reck Maverick... but he only ever was able to blame himself! He Josh Eagles was the only man who could be accountable for this loss.
A scene starts to fade into the screen of Josh Eagles himself pacing aimlessly back and forth in his hotel room, the match against Reck Maverick playing endlessly on the tv screen before him. Josh's hair looks messy and great black bags are under his eyes... empty coffee cups litter the room. It looks as though Josh had not slept in days, this loss to Reck holding him down and keeping him from rising into the GLORY that he was supposed to return to.
Had Tito Capaci been right? Was he washed up, left back in the old days no longer capable of stepping into the ring with people he was not only once equal too but better then? Had Reck and maybe even Flap Flanagan continued to grow, while even though he trained harder then ever he had stopped growing and fell back on the same skills? Was he just now a former shadow of the once great wrestler he used to be?
Everything plagued him, leaving his mouth dry and his mind thirsting for answers and of all people it was Reck Maverick who had them! It was his current opponent in the best of 5 series that understood what had happened to him and would now stand tall mocking him and keeping him from going anywhere. Reck had not only gained an advantage in the series by winning the first match and taking the lead, but also by taking a mental stand against Eagles... Reck would always be in his head.
Josh didn't understand it... how could he have fallen so far and not seen this? He didn't know... or didn't want to accept what he would have to do in order to beat Reck... in order to beat anybody in the POW... in order to change what fate had started to befall him. Finally Josh flops down on the side of the bed and motions the camera forward.
"I didn't have this camera come today to show the world the state that I am in after a loss to Reck Maverick, to further humiliate myself... but I wanted this camera here to show Reck what he had accomplished. These last weeks I made some very arrogant claims... that not only was I better then Reck, but then the entire POW and at Spring Breakage... it was proven that I in fact am not better, it was proven when Reck pinned me 1...2...3!
Now recently I watched footage that Reck released and what his thoughts were on myself and on that match and he is right, I could find some excuse of how it was rigged or not fair... how I was caught off guard or stunned, but I would be lying. I came to that ring in what I felt was top form and I gave it what I thought was my best... and it was not worth two cents. I underestimate my opponent... I DID think he was the same man that I have beaten countless times in my career and I paid the price."
Josh now stands up and walks over to a counter and takes a long swig of coffee, setting it down and turning back to the camera. He looks so tired and worn only after a few short days... he was really beating himself up over this loss.
"So now I fall one match behind in the best of 5 series... a series that holds all the chances in the world here in POW and I find myself in a 3 Way Dance against two men I have beaten over and over again who I once called friends and allys even... yet I find myself empty and powerless, I find myself predictable!
Reck Maverick stole apart of me when I lost that match. He is right when I heard of this match I though I would go right after Flanagan and pick up the easy win as I had done so many times before against him... but the thought nags at me now that maybe Flap is a better man as well now, maybe I would not be able to do what I wanted... would Reck know my every move anyway! So I went to the tapes with the intent to study to learn and I found my last match with Fla Flanagan in it... it was earlier this year in a fed known as the UWL and it was also a 3 Way Dance... and Flap won... I lost, Flap was able to pin our opponent!
So the two men I have always been able to beat have both now beaten me in our last encounters and have both taken apart of me that I cannot get back! At one point I would have entered this match as the favorite to win... now I am the dark horse if I even make that! I want to say that I won't underestimate them this time... that I will be on my best... but I don't know what to expect from them.
You see the one thing I have learned from this is I am stale, I am the same... I have not changed at all in my years. They can see everything I throw at them, they know what I am going to say before I even know it... and I don't even know where to start with them... I am lost for the first time in my life, I have no faith, nor any confidence... I have been made to pay for my mistakes!"
A scene starts to fade into the screen of Josh Eagles himself pacing aimlessly back and forth in his hotel room, the match against Reck Maverick playing endlessly on the tv screen before him. Josh's hair looks messy and great black bags are under his eyes... empty coffee cups litter the room. It looks as though Josh had not slept in days, this loss to Reck holding him down and keeping him from rising into the GLORY that he was supposed to return to.
Had Tito Capaci been right? Was he washed up, left back in the old days no longer capable of stepping into the ring with people he was not only once equal too but better then? Had Reck and maybe even Flap Flanagan continued to grow, while even though he trained harder then ever he had stopped growing and fell back on the same skills? Was he just now a former shadow of the once great wrestler he used to be?
Everything plagued him, leaving his mouth dry and his mind thirsting for answers and of all people it was Reck Maverick who had them! It was his current opponent in the best of 5 series that understood what had happened to him and would now stand tall mocking him and keeping him from going anywhere. Reck had not only gained an advantage in the series by winning the first match and taking the lead, but also by taking a mental stand against Eagles... Reck would always be in his head.
Josh didn't understand it... how could he have fallen so far and not seen this? He didn't know... or didn't want to accept what he would have to do in order to beat Reck... in order to beat anybody in the POW... in order to change what fate had started to befall him. Finally Josh flops down on the side of the bed and motions the camera forward.
"I didn't have this camera come today to show the world the state that I am in after a loss to Reck Maverick, to further humiliate myself... but I wanted this camera here to show Reck what he had accomplished. These last weeks I made some very arrogant claims... that not only was I better then Reck, but then the entire POW and at Spring Breakage... it was proven that I in fact am not better, it was proven when Reck pinned me 1...2...3!
Now recently I watched footage that Reck released and what his thoughts were on myself and on that match and he is right, I could find some excuse of how it was rigged or not fair... how I was caught off guard or stunned, but I would be lying. I came to that ring in what I felt was top form and I gave it what I thought was my best... and it was not worth two cents. I underestimate my opponent... I DID think he was the same man that I have beaten countless times in my career and I paid the price."
Josh now stands up and walks over to a counter and takes a long swig of coffee, setting it down and turning back to the camera. He looks so tired and worn only after a few short days... he was really beating himself up over this loss.
"So now I fall one match behind in the best of 5 series... a series that holds all the chances in the world here in POW and I find myself in a 3 Way Dance against two men I have beaten over and over again who I once called friends and allys even... yet I find myself empty and powerless, I find myself predictable!
Reck Maverick stole apart of me when I lost that match. He is right when I heard of this match I though I would go right after Flanagan and pick up the easy win as I had done so many times before against him... but the thought nags at me now that maybe Flap is a better man as well now, maybe I would not be able to do what I wanted... would Reck know my every move anyway! So I went to the tapes with the intent to study to learn and I found my last match with Fla Flanagan in it... it was earlier this year in a fed known as the UWL and it was also a 3 Way Dance... and Flap won... I lost, Flap was able to pin our opponent!
So the two men I have always been able to beat have both now beaten me in our last encounters and have both taken apart of me that I cannot get back! At one point I would have entered this match as the favorite to win... now I am the dark horse if I even make that! I want to say that I won't underestimate them this time... that I will be on my best... but I don't know what to expect from them.
You see the one thing I have learned from this is I am stale, I am the same... I have not changed at all in my years. They can see everything I throw at them, they know what I am going to say before I even know it... and I don't even know where to start with them... I am lost for the first time in my life, I have no faith, nor any confidence... I have been made to pay for my mistakes!"