The Greatest Stories Never Told
Jan 25, 2021 23:25:09 GMT -5
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Post by america on Jan 25, 2021 23:25:09 GMT -5
Is this the story of the girl who could make history?
That’s the question at hand here. America Jackson is making history in this company one day at a time, one victory at a time, one defense at a time. He’s been in this company close to a year without being pinned or forced to submit with the last time he felt defeat in any form already four months in the past. The man is on an absolute heater with the longest title reign having the most defenses of anyone in this company. I’ve said it all before. First double champ. First Triple Crown. No matter how much I repeat myself, it doesn’t get less impressive but I implore you to consider something else.
It’s still his rookie year.
Already the greatest wrestler in this company’s history and yet.
Only eight months in this industry to his name.
Seven of them spent holding a title.
We see greatness a lot in this industry. It’s a business that breeds it. My former employer Zaigon Carter is unquestionably a great competitor. He came back to the industry after being driven out and finally climbed to the top of the mountain before moving on to new challenges. Damon Warrens is undeniable. Two-time World Champion here, tag co-champ with my client fighting alongside him. He’s had a full career before ever stepping foot here and still he finds new heights to reach.
America Jackson has exceeded them.
However great they are, he is greater.
In his first year.
Unbelievable.
So, there is a question that must be posed to our excellent competitors tonight…
Because you ARE excellent. Lexi Hill and Felicity Ann Mason both. You’ve shown a lot in your time here and even managed to put up some fight against the greatest champ there’s been. No one will question your heart, your spirit, or your ability when the bill rings to bring the match to an end. But when you step in there with a man like America Jackson, greatness stops being enough. You have to be able to look him in the eye and ask the question “Is this the day I become a legend?”
The few who have been able to make it past him?
Sarah Lacklan? Gone.
Andrew Barnes? Gone.
Two people have pulled a defeat out from him in this entire time and as someone who’s a driven competitor, it’s killed America not to be able to get a chance to settle those accounts one on one in the ring, pinfall or submission as a deciding factor. He keeps pushing because he wants to be the absolute best, to know that there is no one out there who deserves it more than him, that when he comes to face the fire again it’ll be just as hot as the last time out.
Some people have got lucky for a night.
But his fire has burned hotter for longer and where they’ve burned out, he’s still raging.
You need to ask yourselves if you have it in you to be that. To be a beacon in this industry, great not just for a night but for a lifetime. Because if in some lapse, America were to lose his belt on a third party fall…you know from Damon Warrens case that you will know no peace until that injustice is rectified. It won’t be enough to have your best night ever. To end this reign and hold this title, you need to be ready to have the best damn career ever.
I don’t think you can.
I’d love to be proven wrong. After all, it seems like America’s justified World Title rematch is being held hostage until someone can find what it takes to end his reign with the American Title. They should just retire the belt around his waist, America Jackson, American Champion, 2020-Forever. I’d tell him to throw the thing if he’d only listen to me. But a champion’s heart burns inside him and he won’t go down without the bloodiest fight this company’s likely to see.
So are you ready to be a legend in this time?
Are you ready to make history?
Or at the end of the day, will you just end up like all the rest?
Footnotes.
America left church feeling strange. He’d attended every Sunday for as long as he could remember. Whenever he was in another city, he’d always find one to attend mass at. It was another thing started by his father which he continued long past caring for said father’s approval as much based on habit as anything else. He believed in God. That had always stayed true. But even the meaning of that had been changing inside him as the months had past and the trap of his life dissipated like a fog.
The homosexual lifestyle, they said. America had scoffed. He had scoffed at a priest. He hadn’t scoffed at a priest since he was nine years old and his daddy took the belt to him as soon as they’d got home for it. You respect the voice of God, his father had said. America had never questioned it just like he’d never questioned so many other things. But now…now for the first time in his life, those questions bubbled to the surface.
“How can we trust man to be true to the word of God?”
“Heavy questions tonight.” Isaiah said, giving America a kiss on the cheek as they snuggled. “Clearly something’s on your mind past that especially loaded question. Care to share?”
“I just…” America struggled to find the words. “I’ve been a Christian my whole life. God fearing, all that. But I never really thought about what that meant beyond just…I don’t know. The church. The belief. For a minute I thought it even meant I had to fight against heathens, if you can believe that.”
“Knowing you since high school, I absolutely can. Continue.”
America gave him a ribbing smack to the arm.
“Right, well. I guess it was just some old country arrogance to think that men could be the voice of God on earth. Maybe it was arrogant to think he’d even give a shit about us from all the way on high.”
“I don’t know about that.” Isaiah said. “Look, maybe it’s being named after an honest to God bible man, but I still believe in God. Still believe he’s up there watching us. Hell, I still think he loves my big gay ass.”
They laugh, the tension breaking for a moment.
“Men are flawed, Jax.” Isaiah continued. “You’re not wrong that the word of God may never be told truly by flawed men. But that doesn’t mean you can’t find men who can capture His spirit. I wouldn’t be where I was without the love of my church. I know a lot of folks who can say the same. Maybe just like with everything else, you need to find a place that’ll love you for you.”
“Wash, you trying to get me to come to your church?” America needled.
“Hell yeah I’m trying to get you to come to my church!” Isaiah laughed. “Bastards still don’t believe I’ve got a boyfriend!”
The two kissed, the warmth growing still between them.
For a moment, three words sat heavy on America’s tongue.
For tonight, he left them unsaid.
I think about the end.
One day it’ll come to an end, after all.
This reign.
Time’s arrow only moves forward. Even if I keep the title through this match and the next and the next and the next…one day there’ll be that one moment. That little slip that lets it all slip from my fingers. It happened with Damon Warrens and Jason Ryan. It happened with me and Andrew Barnes. I fight against it. Push back. But in the back of my mind, I know the only sure thing about this title is that one day I will lose it.
We’ve talked a lot about my accomplishments. Riley is as good a hype man as they come and I’m no slacker when it comes to self promotion either. I think my resume speaks damn well for itself but that doesn’t change the fact that at the end of it all I’m as human as anyone else. I bleed. I drop. I make mistakes.
So yeah…one day, this reign will end.
Today though?
I wouldn’t hate it. If I’m honest I got nothing against either of you. Lexi got your way here with a nice little run of wins. Felicity showed up two times under two names and pushed me more than competitors with twice the ego and half the guts. Either one of you would be a hell of a champion if you could make it. Both of you I respect enough to acknowledge.
But…
I’ve fought you both.
I’ve seen what you’ve got.
It’s not enough.
Felicity…like I said, you pushed me two different times under two different names. And that push isn’t something to be disrespected. But the fact remains that when the ref’s hand hit the mat and the bell rang, it was my hand that got raised afterwards. I’m two for two up against you and while I do not think for a moment you can’t find it within yourself to push deeper, this isn’t just a game of heart. You need to be a smarter, tougher, better wrestler than you’ve been to date before you can get my shoulders on the mat. I think you can get there one day, but so far…I just haven’t seen it.
Lexi. I’d be a hypocrite to say that it’s too soon for you, having won this belt myself at the end of my first month here. Fact is though that I had an unbeaten run going into that and you got put down hard on our very last show. Something you’ll learn as you go is that it’s not enough to show up for the big matches and coast through the rest. A lot of folks think that as long as they can get the contender’s match and make it through to the title shot, that’s all they need. Getting to the champ isn’t the hard part though. I’m right here for anyone, just ask the dickless wonder who flamed out in three straight losses. You want to make your claim as the best, you gotta be the best every single night because the very best? They don’t get owned like you were last week. Not ever.
I see the future in your two. I really do.
But the future isn’t now.
You aren’t ready.
Maybe you never will be.
Maybe the end that I see will never come after all.
Maybe when it’s all over, I’ll take this title, pour myself some bourbon, and drift off into the sunset.
That’d be a hell of a thing.
I’ll tell you this for free though, I don’t fear the end. There’s always something more afterward. Always another story to be told. Always another battle to be fought. Always that next thing to keep on driving me forward. I’ve made all the history I need to with this title and when the day comes that someone can beat me for it? I won’t mourn. I won’t hurt for it so long as they carry it well. I’ll move on to the next mountain happily.
But if it doesn’t happen?
If you two aren’t good enough?
If NO ONE is good enough?
Hell.
That ending can go unwritten.
That’s the question at hand here. America Jackson is making history in this company one day at a time, one victory at a time, one defense at a time. He’s been in this company close to a year without being pinned or forced to submit with the last time he felt defeat in any form already four months in the past. The man is on an absolute heater with the longest title reign having the most defenses of anyone in this company. I’ve said it all before. First double champ. First Triple Crown. No matter how much I repeat myself, it doesn’t get less impressive but I implore you to consider something else.
It’s still his rookie year.
Already the greatest wrestler in this company’s history and yet.
Only eight months in this industry to his name.
Seven of them spent holding a title.
We see greatness a lot in this industry. It’s a business that breeds it. My former employer Zaigon Carter is unquestionably a great competitor. He came back to the industry after being driven out and finally climbed to the top of the mountain before moving on to new challenges. Damon Warrens is undeniable. Two-time World Champion here, tag co-champ with my client fighting alongside him. He’s had a full career before ever stepping foot here and still he finds new heights to reach.
America Jackson has exceeded them.
However great they are, he is greater.
In his first year.
Unbelievable.
So, there is a question that must be posed to our excellent competitors tonight…
Because you ARE excellent. Lexi Hill and Felicity Ann Mason both. You’ve shown a lot in your time here and even managed to put up some fight against the greatest champ there’s been. No one will question your heart, your spirit, or your ability when the bill rings to bring the match to an end. But when you step in there with a man like America Jackson, greatness stops being enough. You have to be able to look him in the eye and ask the question “Is this the day I become a legend?”
The few who have been able to make it past him?
Sarah Lacklan? Gone.
Andrew Barnes? Gone.
Two people have pulled a defeat out from him in this entire time and as someone who’s a driven competitor, it’s killed America not to be able to get a chance to settle those accounts one on one in the ring, pinfall or submission as a deciding factor. He keeps pushing because he wants to be the absolute best, to know that there is no one out there who deserves it more than him, that when he comes to face the fire again it’ll be just as hot as the last time out.
Some people have got lucky for a night.
But his fire has burned hotter for longer and where they’ve burned out, he’s still raging.
You need to ask yourselves if you have it in you to be that. To be a beacon in this industry, great not just for a night but for a lifetime. Because if in some lapse, America were to lose his belt on a third party fall…you know from Damon Warrens case that you will know no peace until that injustice is rectified. It won’t be enough to have your best night ever. To end this reign and hold this title, you need to be ready to have the best damn career ever.
I don’t think you can.
I’d love to be proven wrong. After all, it seems like America’s justified World Title rematch is being held hostage until someone can find what it takes to end his reign with the American Title. They should just retire the belt around his waist, America Jackson, American Champion, 2020-Forever. I’d tell him to throw the thing if he’d only listen to me. But a champion’s heart burns inside him and he won’t go down without the bloodiest fight this company’s likely to see.
So are you ready to be a legend in this time?
Are you ready to make history?
Or at the end of the day, will you just end up like all the rest?
Footnotes.
America left church feeling strange. He’d attended every Sunday for as long as he could remember. Whenever he was in another city, he’d always find one to attend mass at. It was another thing started by his father which he continued long past caring for said father’s approval as much based on habit as anything else. He believed in God. That had always stayed true. But even the meaning of that had been changing inside him as the months had past and the trap of his life dissipated like a fog.
The homosexual lifestyle, they said. America had scoffed. He had scoffed at a priest. He hadn’t scoffed at a priest since he was nine years old and his daddy took the belt to him as soon as they’d got home for it. You respect the voice of God, his father had said. America had never questioned it just like he’d never questioned so many other things. But now…now for the first time in his life, those questions bubbled to the surface.
“How can we trust man to be true to the word of God?”
“Heavy questions tonight.” Isaiah said, giving America a kiss on the cheek as they snuggled. “Clearly something’s on your mind past that especially loaded question. Care to share?”
“I just…” America struggled to find the words. “I’ve been a Christian my whole life. God fearing, all that. But I never really thought about what that meant beyond just…I don’t know. The church. The belief. For a minute I thought it even meant I had to fight against heathens, if you can believe that.”
“Knowing you since high school, I absolutely can. Continue.”
America gave him a ribbing smack to the arm.
“Right, well. I guess it was just some old country arrogance to think that men could be the voice of God on earth. Maybe it was arrogant to think he’d even give a shit about us from all the way on high.”
“I don’t know about that.” Isaiah said. “Look, maybe it’s being named after an honest to God bible man, but I still believe in God. Still believe he’s up there watching us. Hell, I still think he loves my big gay ass.”
They laugh, the tension breaking for a moment.
“Men are flawed, Jax.” Isaiah continued. “You’re not wrong that the word of God may never be told truly by flawed men. But that doesn’t mean you can’t find men who can capture His spirit. I wouldn’t be where I was without the love of my church. I know a lot of folks who can say the same. Maybe just like with everything else, you need to find a place that’ll love you for you.”
“Wash, you trying to get me to come to your church?” America needled.
“Hell yeah I’m trying to get you to come to my church!” Isaiah laughed. “Bastards still don’t believe I’ve got a boyfriend!”
The two kissed, the warmth growing still between them.
For a moment, three words sat heavy on America’s tongue.
For tonight, he left them unsaid.
I think about the end.
One day it’ll come to an end, after all.
This reign.
Time’s arrow only moves forward. Even if I keep the title through this match and the next and the next and the next…one day there’ll be that one moment. That little slip that lets it all slip from my fingers. It happened with Damon Warrens and Jason Ryan. It happened with me and Andrew Barnes. I fight against it. Push back. But in the back of my mind, I know the only sure thing about this title is that one day I will lose it.
We’ve talked a lot about my accomplishments. Riley is as good a hype man as they come and I’m no slacker when it comes to self promotion either. I think my resume speaks damn well for itself but that doesn’t change the fact that at the end of it all I’m as human as anyone else. I bleed. I drop. I make mistakes.
So yeah…one day, this reign will end.
Today though?
I wouldn’t hate it. If I’m honest I got nothing against either of you. Lexi got your way here with a nice little run of wins. Felicity showed up two times under two names and pushed me more than competitors with twice the ego and half the guts. Either one of you would be a hell of a champion if you could make it. Both of you I respect enough to acknowledge.
But…
I’ve fought you both.
I’ve seen what you’ve got.
It’s not enough.
Felicity…like I said, you pushed me two different times under two different names. And that push isn’t something to be disrespected. But the fact remains that when the ref’s hand hit the mat and the bell rang, it was my hand that got raised afterwards. I’m two for two up against you and while I do not think for a moment you can’t find it within yourself to push deeper, this isn’t just a game of heart. You need to be a smarter, tougher, better wrestler than you’ve been to date before you can get my shoulders on the mat. I think you can get there one day, but so far…I just haven’t seen it.
Lexi. I’d be a hypocrite to say that it’s too soon for you, having won this belt myself at the end of my first month here. Fact is though that I had an unbeaten run going into that and you got put down hard on our very last show. Something you’ll learn as you go is that it’s not enough to show up for the big matches and coast through the rest. A lot of folks think that as long as they can get the contender’s match and make it through to the title shot, that’s all they need. Getting to the champ isn’t the hard part though. I’m right here for anyone, just ask the dickless wonder who flamed out in three straight losses. You want to make your claim as the best, you gotta be the best every single night because the very best? They don’t get owned like you were last week. Not ever.
I see the future in your two. I really do.
But the future isn’t now.
You aren’t ready.
Maybe you never will be.
Maybe the end that I see will never come after all.
Maybe when it’s all over, I’ll take this title, pour myself some bourbon, and drift off into the sunset.
That’d be a hell of a thing.
I’ll tell you this for free though, I don’t fear the end. There’s always something more afterward. Always another story to be told. Always another battle to be fought. Always that next thing to keep on driving me forward. I’ve made all the history I need to with this title and when the day comes that someone can beat me for it? I won’t mourn. I won’t hurt for it so long as they carry it well. I’ll move on to the next mountain happily.
But if it doesn’t happen?
If you two aren’t good enough?
If NO ONE is good enough?
Hell.
That ending can go unwritten.
