Post by Dean Wolf on Jun 20, 2019 22:27:58 GMT -5
Dean Wolf: Start, motherfucker! Start!
In the parking lot of his apartment complex on Long Island, Dean Wolf is pounding on the steering wheel of his car. He needs to get to MacArthur Airport to catch his flight to San Francisco and his car just won’t start. Wolf turns the key in the ignition furiously as the engine struggles to get going.
Dean Wolf: God damn it. Come on!
The engine shows signs of life.
Dean Wolf: Come on, you son of a bitch!
Finally, it turns.
Dean Wolf: Thank fucking God. It’s about time.
He shifts the car into drive, presses the gas, and begins pulling out of his parking spot.
Before it stalls out.
Dean Wolf: God damn it!
He stomps on the gas pedal like it was Lucy Sixx’s face before giving the engine another try. It turns. Wolf wastes no time putting the car in drive. He makes it about two feet before it stalls again.
Wolf closes his eyes and tries very much not to lose his shit. Instead, he just thuds his head on the steering wheel.
Maybe this is a sign from someone unknown force out there that I shouldn’t show up in Daly City. That I shouldn’t be fighting for APW. That I shouldn’t even be wrestling at all. Maybe something out there is saying to me “Hey, asshole. What is this, your fiftieth try to make something of yourself in the wrestling business? Maybe you should take a hint and just give up already.” Maybe that unknown force is right. I almost killed myself with addiction. I left the WCF to work for Bernard Core and The Core Institute. I made a triumphant return to WCF without Core, beat Stephen Singh for the Hardcore Title within two weeks, and then left because I couldn’t get along with management after losing it. Now I’m starting over AGAIN in a new place. What makes this time different than all the others?
He sits back in his seat, contemplates his current situation, and gets a determined look on his face.
Maybe it’s not any different at all, but losers give up, and I’m not a fucking loser. I’ve got shit I’m going to accomplish.
He grabs the key and turns the ignition again.
He made his flight on time and didn’t even bother going to the hotel. He went right to the Cow Palace, where he is about to start cutting his pre-taped promo on Lucy Sixx backstage. The producer points at him to start.
Dean Wolf: Lucy Sixx, the first thing I wanna say is that I respect the hell out of you for being a single mother. Being a mother is hard. Being a single mother is even harder. I also respect you for trying to make it in two industries where many try but few succeed: music and professional wrestling.
However, I don’t respect this chip on your shoulder that you've gained, a chip that you haven’t exactly earned yet.
I saw your little interview where you talked about your opponents from this past Monday Night Metal. Sure, you gave Serenity Sherman and Jubei and even your protege Frankee Satin some props, but why didn’t Kamikaze deserve even the smallest bit of praise from you? Why did he deserve to be called “nothing?” Because you never heard of him before?
You also said that APW knows you bring in ratings. Right. After the promotion’s first two shows. On a card filled with talent that is equal or better than you.
Yes, YOU by yourself brings in the ratings.
Then you go on social media and gloat about being undefeated. After two matches, the latest of which you only won after the lights went out and “someone” attacked your opponents.
I think that swelled head of your needs to shrink. Our match this Monday on Metal is my debut match, and the people in control have already seen fit to give me a chance to fight for the Junior Heavyweight Championship; but you don’t see me calling you “nothing” even though I've never heard of you. You don’t hear me talking about all the “ratings” I bring in.
Here’s the thing: you’re a kid. Not in life. Becoming a mother has ended that; but you are a kid in this business.
And kid, you still have a lot to learn.
I was never a teacher in a classroom, but I was the Dean of Discipline in a private school, so I do know a little bit about teaching young people. I had to manage the behavior of kids who thought they knew better than me because to them I was old and in their own heads, they believed they were the smartest people in the world. Well, guess what? I instilled respect into those kids, and not everybody agreed with my methods, but the kids learned what respect was and who to give it to.
You, young lady, need to learn respect. Every person that steps in the ring with you deserves your respect simply because they are standing across from you. I don’t care if they’ve been here 10 days or 10 years. I don’t care if you don’t like them, and trust me, I don’t like anybody. Still, I show my opponents respect.
I guess I’m going to have to teach you that lesson. I guess I’m going to have to be the Dean of Discipline in that ring this Monday. Hell, maybe I’ll be the Dean of Discipline for all of Alpha Pro.
Now, I know you may think that someone like me doesn’t have anything to teach you, that I’ve had myself an up and down career, that I’ve had a lot of stops and starts. And you’re right. I have had a lot of stops and starts. It seems that every time I take one step forward, I take two steps back. But none of that matters, because when I get in that ring, I-kick-ass. Between all my fuck-ups and all my stops and starts, I put it all on the line in that ring. I’ve never given up. I’ve never backed down.
Think about it like this: you’re a musician. You’re someone who knows that if you want to be a great songwriter, you have to learn from the greats. You started out playing covers. You know you have to play the great songs in order to learn how to write your own. In wrestling, I’m the veteran hitmaker and you’re the budding songwriter. I may not be the greatest in the world, but I’ve been around longer than you. I know more than you. You need to take some notes during our match this Monday.
Then again, you may beat me, but I’m gonna tell you and everybody else this: even if you kick my ass, you’re gonna know you were in a fight. You may be the one whose hand is raised at the end of that match and I may be the one who’s looking up at the lights but you are going to be in pain. You are going to be sore. I’m going to hit you so hard you’ll think your face shattered. If you bring that guitar in the ring, I’ll shove it up your ass and choke you with the strings. And after all that, you are gonna think twice when you want to disrespect anyone who laces up their boots and has the courage to get in that ring.
Why is it so important for me that I do this? It’s because I’m trying to create a legacy. I’ve never been in a promotion when it’s on the ground floor, so I have the chance here to influence the future of this place, to be an example, to be a founding father. I would love to be the first Junior Heavyweight Champion in APW. I would love to have that distinction printed in the record books forever, but I also think that my gift to APW can be as its enforcer. I can be the one who sets the tone and enforces respect in the locker room and in that ring. Maybe wearing that Junior Heavyweight gold will give me even more credibility to do that. Maybe for you, it’ll be a visual aid to remind you that I’m going to be in charge, not just of the Junior Heavyweight division, but of the entire roster.
You have time on your side. I don’t. I have less time to achieve what I want to achieve than you. The days are flying by. The more times I fall, the less my body can take. The fact that I’m aware of my own mortality in this sport just makes me all the more dangerous to you. Why? Because it means I’ll do anything to beat you.
You just better have your eyes and ears open for this lesson on Monday, kid, and be ready...to seek the wolf in thyself.
In the parking lot of his apartment complex on Long Island, Dean Wolf is pounding on the steering wheel of his car. He needs to get to MacArthur Airport to catch his flight to San Francisco and his car just won’t start. Wolf turns the key in the ignition furiously as the engine struggles to get going.
Dean Wolf: God damn it. Come on!
The engine shows signs of life.
Dean Wolf: Come on, you son of a bitch!
Finally, it turns.
Dean Wolf: Thank fucking God. It’s about time.
He shifts the car into drive, presses the gas, and begins pulling out of his parking spot.
Before it stalls out.
Dean Wolf: God damn it!
He stomps on the gas pedal like it was Lucy Sixx’s face before giving the engine another try. It turns. Wolf wastes no time putting the car in drive. He makes it about two feet before it stalls again.
Wolf closes his eyes and tries very much not to lose his shit. Instead, he just thuds his head on the steering wheel.
Maybe this is a sign from someone unknown force out there that I shouldn’t show up in Daly City. That I shouldn’t be fighting for APW. That I shouldn’t even be wrestling at all. Maybe something out there is saying to me “Hey, asshole. What is this, your fiftieth try to make something of yourself in the wrestling business? Maybe you should take a hint and just give up already.” Maybe that unknown force is right. I almost killed myself with addiction. I left the WCF to work for Bernard Core and The Core Institute. I made a triumphant return to WCF without Core, beat Stephen Singh for the Hardcore Title within two weeks, and then left because I couldn’t get along with management after losing it. Now I’m starting over AGAIN in a new place. What makes this time different than all the others?
He sits back in his seat, contemplates his current situation, and gets a determined look on his face.
Maybe it’s not any different at all, but losers give up, and I’m not a fucking loser. I’ve got shit I’m going to accomplish.
He grabs the key and turns the ignition again.
He made his flight on time and didn’t even bother going to the hotel. He went right to the Cow Palace, where he is about to start cutting his pre-taped promo on Lucy Sixx backstage. The producer points at him to start.
Dean Wolf: Lucy Sixx, the first thing I wanna say is that I respect the hell out of you for being a single mother. Being a mother is hard. Being a single mother is even harder. I also respect you for trying to make it in two industries where many try but few succeed: music and professional wrestling.
However, I don’t respect this chip on your shoulder that you've gained, a chip that you haven’t exactly earned yet.
I saw your little interview where you talked about your opponents from this past Monday Night Metal. Sure, you gave Serenity Sherman and Jubei and even your protege Frankee Satin some props, but why didn’t Kamikaze deserve even the smallest bit of praise from you? Why did he deserve to be called “nothing?” Because you never heard of him before?
You also said that APW knows you bring in ratings. Right. After the promotion’s first two shows. On a card filled with talent that is equal or better than you.
Yes, YOU by yourself brings in the ratings.
Then you go on social media and gloat about being undefeated. After two matches, the latest of which you only won after the lights went out and “someone” attacked your opponents.
I think that swelled head of your needs to shrink. Our match this Monday on Metal is my debut match, and the people in control have already seen fit to give me a chance to fight for the Junior Heavyweight Championship; but you don’t see me calling you “nothing” even though I've never heard of you. You don’t hear me talking about all the “ratings” I bring in.
Here’s the thing: you’re a kid. Not in life. Becoming a mother has ended that; but you are a kid in this business.
And kid, you still have a lot to learn.
I was never a teacher in a classroom, but I was the Dean of Discipline in a private school, so I do know a little bit about teaching young people. I had to manage the behavior of kids who thought they knew better than me because to them I was old and in their own heads, they believed they were the smartest people in the world. Well, guess what? I instilled respect into those kids, and not everybody agreed with my methods, but the kids learned what respect was and who to give it to.
You, young lady, need to learn respect. Every person that steps in the ring with you deserves your respect simply because they are standing across from you. I don’t care if they’ve been here 10 days or 10 years. I don’t care if you don’t like them, and trust me, I don’t like anybody. Still, I show my opponents respect.
I guess I’m going to have to teach you that lesson. I guess I’m going to have to be the Dean of Discipline in that ring this Monday. Hell, maybe I’ll be the Dean of Discipline for all of Alpha Pro.
Now, I know you may think that someone like me doesn’t have anything to teach you, that I’ve had myself an up and down career, that I’ve had a lot of stops and starts. And you’re right. I have had a lot of stops and starts. It seems that every time I take one step forward, I take two steps back. But none of that matters, because when I get in that ring, I-kick-ass. Between all my fuck-ups and all my stops and starts, I put it all on the line in that ring. I’ve never given up. I’ve never backed down.
Think about it like this: you’re a musician. You’re someone who knows that if you want to be a great songwriter, you have to learn from the greats. You started out playing covers. You know you have to play the great songs in order to learn how to write your own. In wrestling, I’m the veteran hitmaker and you’re the budding songwriter. I may not be the greatest in the world, but I’ve been around longer than you. I know more than you. You need to take some notes during our match this Monday.
Then again, you may beat me, but I’m gonna tell you and everybody else this: even if you kick my ass, you’re gonna know you were in a fight. You may be the one whose hand is raised at the end of that match and I may be the one who’s looking up at the lights but you are going to be in pain. You are going to be sore. I’m going to hit you so hard you’ll think your face shattered. If you bring that guitar in the ring, I’ll shove it up your ass and choke you with the strings. And after all that, you are gonna think twice when you want to disrespect anyone who laces up their boots and has the courage to get in that ring.
Why is it so important for me that I do this? It’s because I’m trying to create a legacy. I’ve never been in a promotion when it’s on the ground floor, so I have the chance here to influence the future of this place, to be an example, to be a founding father. I would love to be the first Junior Heavyweight Champion in APW. I would love to have that distinction printed in the record books forever, but I also think that my gift to APW can be as its enforcer. I can be the one who sets the tone and enforces respect in the locker room and in that ring. Maybe wearing that Junior Heavyweight gold will give me even more credibility to do that. Maybe for you, it’ll be a visual aid to remind you that I’m going to be in charge, not just of the Junior Heavyweight division, but of the entire roster.
You have time on your side. I don’t. I have less time to achieve what I want to achieve than you. The days are flying by. The more times I fall, the less my body can take. The fact that I’m aware of my own mortality in this sport just makes me all the more dangerous to you. Why? Because it means I’ll do anything to beat you.
You just better have your eyes and ears open for this lesson on Monday, kid, and be ready...to seek the wolf in thyself.
