Post by imtehlueser on Jun 29, 2007 23:52:30 GMT -6
David Hilt sits backstage in the locker room, dressed casually. Of course, it's right before the match, and he should be in ring gear. Instead, his match clothes are in a pile next to him on the bench, wrinkled and not taken care of, as if they weren't going to be used. He turns to face the camera, lowering his head, claps his hands together and intertwines his fingers. He takes a deep breath and raises his head and looks straight into the camera.
"Hey guys, fans. I'm sure you're wondering right now why I'm not dressed to wrestle, warming up and getting ready to kick some ass. Don't get me wrong, that's certainly something I like to do, and I like the fact that you guys love it even more. But lately, if you couldn't tell, I've been having second thoughts about my choice of a career.
You see, I love wrestling, and I'm sure of that. But I'm still young, and I am unsure about a couple of things. I was only back into wrestling a couple years when I decided I wanted to become a pro wrestler myself, and I was a teenager then, so god knows I had no clue whether or not that was good for me, or whether wrestling was "for" me at all. Sure, I did backyard wrestling for a couple years, but that was just for fun. It was nothing compared to this. Hell, I was even in OVW, but that went nowhere, as you can see. POW brings wrestling as something completely new to me. I've had to work harder for where I've come to be than for anything else in my life.
I hate to go into my life story, but I started watchin when I was a kid. The first show I saw was actually live, my dad's family took me along to a show, and I was hooked. But for some reason, I lost interest. For years, as a matter of fact, heh. Then my 30 somethin year old brother came to live with his family, hah, yeah, I know. But just had to watch raw and smackdown every week. I didn't want to at first, I thought I disliked it, but not really, i guess I just stopped watching for no reason. But here I was again, hooked yet again. Course, I was damn disappointed. A lot of the wrestlers I loved as a kid were now gone, or were barely around. Heroes, you might call them for a kid. Replaced by tons of pure shit, and newbies walking in and getting the title instantly, and even acting like they deserve that. But still, I decided, hey, this is cool. I could do it, or at least, I could try.
And here I am now, not as far as I wanted, but further than I ever expected. I'm a champion in a very respectable company. I'm Mid-Atlantic Champ of POW, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be wrestling. But...Maybe working is a different story. It's not too late to turn around and go with something easy, not as tiring, something cookie cutter that I don't have to bust my ass for, but rather busting other people's ass with the amount of kissing it'd take to get somewhere. Which would certainly be easier than this. But I dunno, literally busting someone else's ass, beating them down until I take em with a 3 count, and make them tap, that's a hell of a lot more fun.
I've been questioning this for a while, where I should go from here. Have I accomplished all I can? I don't know. I don't know if I want to find out. But I answered this last week, in my talk with Jack and Guy. Guy put me on the right path, and I was set and ready to take his advice, just take it one match at a time, and go gunning after everyone. If it didn't work out, hey, it still wouldn't be too late to go somewhere else. But...I'm no so sure about that anymore.
I mentioned wrestling heroes. How most of them were gone. But there were still a few. Edge, who is and will always be my favorite superstar, for example. Other examples would be...Eddie Guerrero. Another would definitely be Chris Benoit. Two legendary people who I respected immensely, possibly even loved as wrestlers because of how much I idolized them. But then we lost Eddie. I took it in stride, I even thought my brother was kinda silly when he shed a couple tears over it.
And then now, the wrestling world lost Chris Benoit. I understood now how some people had cried about Eddie. I don't know if it was the added loss of another hero, and even though I still didn't cry, I did tear up during the tribute show. This puts doubts in my head about whether there actually would be enough time to go down a different path if I figured wrestling wasn't right for me. You can't tell what will happen in this business. Two of the greatest to ever live were lost only two years apart. Then I found out the grim details. I tried as hard as I could to deny them, for as long as I could. But I eventually faced the fact that one of my heroes had just committed a great atrocity. Suicide...murder...I don't want to go into detail, I'm sure you know them.
What exactly does this say about me? To have a "hero" who's capable of something like this. I know there's many factors to this, we don't know any motive, though I could hardly think of anything that could justify this, and of course, the fact that this man was many people's heroes. Course, we can't all be bad. Maybe he had us fooled. His friends. Maybe something f**ked up his mind. Maybe Nowinski is right that his continued abuse suffered in the ring impaired his judgement.
But either way, I don't want to end up going through any of that because I didn't quit when I was ahead. My match with Buddy is one of the best I've had so far, and I commend him for the great fight he put up. And that ending was possibly the most creative I've had so far, and it'll be damn hard to surpass it. It had me pumped up to keep going. But knowing these awful things could even happen to people much more important than me, it's hard to fear that I couldn't be a victim of them too. I don't know. I guess that's what this is all about, I don't know. But I guess as long as I don't know the answers to these things, I'll just have to experience it, and find them out the hard way. I guess that means I'm going to go out there tonight and give it my all, and if I don't win, I guess it won't stop me from doing that again next week. Heh, "I guess" it won't stop me from doing that every week. Maybe wrestling is what I am meant to do. "I guess" I'll go out there and kick some ass like you want, like I want. And I'll dedicate this ass whoopin to my lost heroes, to Eddie and Chris. Thanks guys."
He shakes his head and laughs, pushes the camera away and goes to get into his ring gear, warm up, and head out for another good match.
"Hey guys, fans. I'm sure you're wondering right now why I'm not dressed to wrestle, warming up and getting ready to kick some ass. Don't get me wrong, that's certainly something I like to do, and I like the fact that you guys love it even more. But lately, if you couldn't tell, I've been having second thoughts about my choice of a career.
You see, I love wrestling, and I'm sure of that. But I'm still young, and I am unsure about a couple of things. I was only back into wrestling a couple years when I decided I wanted to become a pro wrestler myself, and I was a teenager then, so god knows I had no clue whether or not that was good for me, or whether wrestling was "for" me at all. Sure, I did backyard wrestling for a couple years, but that was just for fun. It was nothing compared to this. Hell, I was even in OVW, but that went nowhere, as you can see. POW brings wrestling as something completely new to me. I've had to work harder for where I've come to be than for anything else in my life.
I hate to go into my life story, but I started watchin when I was a kid. The first show I saw was actually live, my dad's family took me along to a show, and I was hooked. But for some reason, I lost interest. For years, as a matter of fact, heh. Then my 30 somethin year old brother came to live with his family, hah, yeah, I know. But just had to watch raw and smackdown every week. I didn't want to at first, I thought I disliked it, but not really, i guess I just stopped watching for no reason. But here I was again, hooked yet again. Course, I was damn disappointed. A lot of the wrestlers I loved as a kid were now gone, or were barely around. Heroes, you might call them for a kid. Replaced by tons of pure shit, and newbies walking in and getting the title instantly, and even acting like they deserve that. But still, I decided, hey, this is cool. I could do it, or at least, I could try.
And here I am now, not as far as I wanted, but further than I ever expected. I'm a champion in a very respectable company. I'm Mid-Atlantic Champ of POW, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be wrestling. But...Maybe working is a different story. It's not too late to turn around and go with something easy, not as tiring, something cookie cutter that I don't have to bust my ass for, but rather busting other people's ass with the amount of kissing it'd take to get somewhere. Which would certainly be easier than this. But I dunno, literally busting someone else's ass, beating them down until I take em with a 3 count, and make them tap, that's a hell of a lot more fun.
I've been questioning this for a while, where I should go from here. Have I accomplished all I can? I don't know. I don't know if I want to find out. But I answered this last week, in my talk with Jack and Guy. Guy put me on the right path, and I was set and ready to take his advice, just take it one match at a time, and go gunning after everyone. If it didn't work out, hey, it still wouldn't be too late to go somewhere else. But...I'm no so sure about that anymore.
I mentioned wrestling heroes. How most of them were gone. But there were still a few. Edge, who is and will always be my favorite superstar, for example. Other examples would be...Eddie Guerrero. Another would definitely be Chris Benoit. Two legendary people who I respected immensely, possibly even loved as wrestlers because of how much I idolized them. But then we lost Eddie. I took it in stride, I even thought my brother was kinda silly when he shed a couple tears over it.
And then now, the wrestling world lost Chris Benoit. I understood now how some people had cried about Eddie. I don't know if it was the added loss of another hero, and even though I still didn't cry, I did tear up during the tribute show. This puts doubts in my head about whether there actually would be enough time to go down a different path if I figured wrestling wasn't right for me. You can't tell what will happen in this business. Two of the greatest to ever live were lost only two years apart. Then I found out the grim details. I tried as hard as I could to deny them, for as long as I could. But I eventually faced the fact that one of my heroes had just committed a great atrocity. Suicide...murder...I don't want to go into detail, I'm sure you know them.
What exactly does this say about me? To have a "hero" who's capable of something like this. I know there's many factors to this, we don't know any motive, though I could hardly think of anything that could justify this, and of course, the fact that this man was many people's heroes. Course, we can't all be bad. Maybe he had us fooled. His friends. Maybe something f**ked up his mind. Maybe Nowinski is right that his continued abuse suffered in the ring impaired his judgement.
But either way, I don't want to end up going through any of that because I didn't quit when I was ahead. My match with Buddy is one of the best I've had so far, and I commend him for the great fight he put up. And that ending was possibly the most creative I've had so far, and it'll be damn hard to surpass it. It had me pumped up to keep going. But knowing these awful things could even happen to people much more important than me, it's hard to fear that I couldn't be a victim of them too. I don't know. I guess that's what this is all about, I don't know. But I guess as long as I don't know the answers to these things, I'll just have to experience it, and find them out the hard way. I guess that means I'm going to go out there tonight and give it my all, and if I don't win, I guess it won't stop me from doing that again next week. Heh, "I guess" it won't stop me from doing that every week. Maybe wrestling is what I am meant to do. "I guess" I'll go out there and kick some ass like you want, like I want. And I'll dedicate this ass whoopin to my lost heroes, to Eddie and Chris. Thanks guys."
He shakes his head and laughs, pushes the camera away and goes to get into his ring gear, warm up, and head out for another good match.