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Such is Life
Topic Started: Nov 10 2016, 12:09 AM (20 Views)
Nathan
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Abel Essex: I spent my entire life in pursuit of something I thought would make me happy...

Abel, clad in only a pair of faded blue jeans, sits awkwardly at a small table in his kitchen. He's slumped forward; eyes wide and mouth agape as he stares at a bottle of Jack. It's clear by the slurring and the amount left in the bottle that he's had more than enough to drink for the day.

Abel Essex: And now, once I've concluded my pursuit, I lose everything that truly made me happy?

He chuckles softly to himself as he raises his right hand and puffs on a cigarette. He tosses it towards the linoleum tile beneath; it bounces around before coming to rest in a mass pile of cigarette butts. He shakes his head in disgust prior to snatching the bottle in front of him and taking a large swig.

Abel Essex: How ironic is this shit?

He asks, to no one but himself as he grimaces from the taste of the whiskey. He smacks his lips before tilting the bottle up once more; taking an even bigger gulp this time around. He sighs loudly before planting the bottle back on the table and snatches his pack of cigarettes. He slides one out of the pack and slips it into his mouth prior to lighting it. He takes a long drag, pulling the smoke deep into his lungs before lackadaisically letting it sift out of his mouth.

Abel Essex: Why are you doing this to me, Anna? Why -- I -- I love you, so fucking much -- God, I love you.

His words slur awkwardly from his lips while the cigarette dances like a ballerina as he talks. He locks his lips around the filter and pulls in another hit. He looks down at his lap, squinting his eyes as the smoke momentarily blinds him. He smirks as he reaches down and grabs something off his lap; slowly, he raises his hand above the table and sets a gun down gently next to the bottle.

Abel Essex: My whole life -- my whole life I chased my dream; I chased it -- and I'm man enough to admit that I lost sight of more important things during my journey.

He locks his lips once again and takes a satisfying drag off the cigarette.

Abel Essex: I'd give it all up; fuck, Anna, I'd give it all up for you -- I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't realize the error of my ways before it was too late.

He pauses, staring long and hard at the gun in front of him.

Abel Essex: But why does it have to be too late? Ten years -- you bottle it all up for ten years; and then when it all comes out, that's it? It's over? Just like that?

He smashes his fist on the table top, nearly causing the bottle to tip over. He takes another drag from his cigarette before tosses it towards the pile on the floor. He grabs the bottle and pulls it closer, almost cradling it between his hands as he stares forward, into the nothing.

Abel Essex: Such is life, eh? Everything happens for a reason -- just sometimes the reason is shitty.

He leans back in his chair and takes a huge drink from the bottle. He leans forward and slams it down onto the table, causing a little of the whiskey to spill out the top. He turns his glare towards the gun; locking eyes with it as a small smile crosses his face.

Abel Essex: Such... is... life...

He reaches for the gun, but he hesitates with his hand hovering directly above it. His fingers flinch as he eyes narrow as he continues to stare at it. He lets out a loud yell and rises to his feet quickly, lifting the table with him and flipping it over. The gun flies off, as does the bottle, sending whiskey all around the kitchen.

He looks at the carnage for a moment before stumbling his way out of the kitchen. He heads towards the door, opening it, stepping out, and slamming it shut behind him...

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Such is life, eh, Jason?

Life is full of bullshit. It sucks; and it's really sort of depressing to think of it in such a way, but it's really true, isn't it?

I've been fighting an uphill battle my entire life. I've been receiving glares and hushed insults since I've laced up my boots. My father has left a legacy for my name that I can never escape. No matter how hard I try, how hard I fight -- it doesn't matter. His legacy, is my legacy, all because we share the same last name.

Such is life.

And you -- Jason, we all know you've experienced more than your fair share of life's antics during your time on this planet. No one other than you knows all of the details but it shows in your mannerisms, Jason. It shows in the way that you carry yourself -- in your approach to this wonderful profession. The defiance you show towards authority. The way you treat other members of the roster. The way you handle yourself in the ring. You have such reckless abandoned; you don't care if you die tomorrow -- it's almost as if you're already dead inside; and in a way, that's kind of true, isn't it?

Such is life.

See, the development and progression of Jason Sandman over the years has been magnificent. You've come so far while simultaneously stumbling backwards. Every time it seems like you're getting your shit together, you trip over your own feet. You've been a champion. You've been the favorite. And during this time, you've also been a nothing -- an underdog that is expected to lose because that's the expectation.

How can you do so well, but struggle so much?

Such is life, Jason.

You and I, we've had entirely different upbringings. Incredibly different routes within the confines of professional wrestling. You've made your mark by breaking all of the rules. You've refused to listen to, or respect authority because that's Jason Sandman. You've put on some of the most hellacious and violent matches this industry has ever seen. Your name is synonymous with violence.

And for you, perhaps that's a good thing.

But I want my name to be mentioned in greatness. I don't want people to think of my father when they hear my name. I don't want people to consider me a specialist, much like yourself. I want to leave a lasting impression on this industry that is felt for decades to come. I want to go down in history as one of the very best individuals to ever step foot into a professional wrestling ring.

I want this, Jason, but I want to do it the right way.

I do it the right way because life isn't going to fuck with my pride, or fuck with my mind.

So, I look at this match as an opportunity -- a chance for me to showcase my abilities once again. Everyone knows the name Jason Sandman -- all for various reasons. But very few people know the name Abel Essex. And I am making it my mission to change that.

We all go through our struggles.

We all take our lumps.

Yours have molded you into the man you are today, Jason. And no disrespect, but I don't want to be any where close to the kind of man your issues have made you.

I want to be able to look back on my life and be proud of my achievements. I want to be able to say that I did everything the right way. You? All you care about is being defiant and blood. You listen to voices in your head that confuse you and alter your approach. You think you're doing what you should be doing, but instead your embarrassing yourself because you're confused.

Different paths, and hopefully different outcomes.

Abel Essex is going to beat Jason Sandman this week.

And.... fuck, such is life, I guess.
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