What is the value of a person? By what merit is he defined? By the grace of the great ancestors a man was allowed to prosper. That man accomplished something so great that even foreign nations took note. And an opportunity was placed before him.
'Leave your home country for a chance to accomplish even more.' That opportunity had increased his merit; prosperity was now almost like a birthright. That prosperous man was once my grandfather. He taught me that the value of a person is weighed by the size of their heart. It was something that I had inherited from him and his great ancestors. And the same opportunities that were presented to him were now presented to me.
But I am a coward. I am afraid of change. Great is the size of my heart, but small is my ambition. I needed a guide. I have been called an artist, a revolutionary, and even an ambassador. It is what I have come to embrace. Pro wrestling wasn't my first love. It was a craft I learned out of necessity for the sake of my family. I grew up in a small city and my family wasn't wealthy. We were considered important people by trade due to my grandfather's accomplishments. His was a trade that I had followed him into and I prayed that one day I could finally surpass him. That was my true ambition. Pro wrestling was merely something I did for extra money, but I was good at it.
I trained for many years to hone my abilities, and wound up becoming a natural. Perhaps it was due to my background that I was able to connect with so many people. I enjoyed the fans and I drew so much strength from them. I eventually retired because wrestling wasn't my first love. But life erected obstacles in my path that forced me to make a decision, and that decision was to return to the ring. In a strange way I felt the craft ultimately chose me. And because of that feeling I have embraced this as a calling. Not my true one, but as something that I can be proud of to make my own.
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The room was dark and empty except for one light bulb in the center of the ceiling. It was cold and musty and looked quite run down. Everything was quiet until the sound of approaching footsteps began to echo through the adjacent hallway. A figure of a man appeared in the entry way. Even though he was middle aged it was obvious that he had kept himself in great shape. He was dressed in an expensive suit and was wearing a thick pair of shades that looked horribly out of place in the daftly dark room. He stretched out his hand and flipped the light switch with a wave of his hand. The bulb jumped to life with a flicker and began to buzz. It wasn't bright and only illuminated the center of the room. The man stepped forward and placed his hands in his pockets and pulled out a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth and pulled out a lighter. He flipped it open and lit the cig before taking a long drag. He blew a puff of smoke that settled into the air swirling around the light above him.
"Age may have taken away my youth but in its place I gained wisdom. I was a professional wrestler once. I know how the industry is supposed to work. When I look at a company like Wrestlezone Championship Wrestling I see allot of young men. Those men are all just as hungry and as passionate about the business as I once was. But this enthusiasm has brought a dark cloud of gloom that has settled over the hearts of these men. So many of them are only out for themselves."
He smirked and lets out another puff of his cigarette.
"That's something that I can understand. When a man makes a decision to go out on his own he either takes his allies with him or he abandons them. The bonds I see between the men in this company are superficial. None of them have any shame or any humility. Pride is merely a representation of the ego, and as a man's ego grows the more isolated he becomes. These "bonds" between egos become chains, and the chains keep them confined within a "box" that no one else can enter."
He began mimicking the shape of a square with his hand to emphasize his point as he spoke. Taking the cig out of his mouth he tapped it once as the ashes fell to the floor.
"Back in the old days pro wrestling wasn't anything like the spectacle that it is now, but one thing has not changed. The energy of the fans still drives everyone with a heart for this industry to perform like they never have before. The energy and the passion will still drive every man and woman forward like it drove me many years ago. But when a man is living in a box that energy and passion is deflected because the fans cannot relate to the world inside that box. Because they too have an area that they are confined to and only the men bathing in that energy and passion are the heroes that fight for the people. The men and women who do not confine themselves inside a box..."
He began pacing ever so slightly. Each step seemed to emphasize his body language as he nailed his point home.
"What this company needs more than anything else right now is a hero. The energy and passion that the fans have to give is being deflected by all these boxes that the stars of WZCW have confined themselves in to. No one is willing to reach outside of it. But soon that will change. The dawn of a new era is about to begin. A hero will appear soon to chase away these dark clouds and smash all these boxes that have been created by these selfish men so that the passion and the energy of the fans can reach everyone once again."
He paused and looked up around the room. It was as if he could see his mental picture coming to life.
"And I will be the one that will guide this hero so that another box cannot be created."
He took the remainder of the cig and threw it on the floor. Instead of smothering the flame he turned to leave the room as dark and as dreary as it was before he entered. The lone flame of the dying cigarette became like a tiny match in the sea of darkness. And then it exploded, transforming into a much larger flame; the room transitioning into another. A figure, dressed in ceremonial robes, kneeled by the fire deep within mediation.
"I understand what you say honored sensei; I have no desire to close myself inside of a box. But even so I do not want to be an artificial hero. I feel that heroes are predestined to be heroes. They are not made. I want the opportunity to walk my own path. I am honored to be given this opportunity. I will not waste it."
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Write whatever you desire WZCW superstars on a piece of paper and place it in a box. And pray that you are blessed before it is smashed.
