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| Drew | Jan 5 2017, 03:17 AM Post #1 |
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“Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.” ― Albert Einstein It's not always easy, in a business like ours, to know your value. Everything is so subjective. Take me, for example. My career has lasted almost two decades; that could say I was valuable to the business due to my longevity. I held a title in another company for 13 consecutive months--without being challenged, really--and only lost the title because I went to another company; that may say I was valuable due to my consistency. I'm a Grand Slam champion here, and one of the proverbial 'founding fathers' of Redemption; that could show value by my success. But it's not about longevity, consistency, or success. In the end, what you find valuable will determine your value. More on that in a minute. ------------ Location: UPMC Presbyterian Hospital, Pittsburgh, PA Date/Time: 10DEC97, 1438 Hours EST So I'm six years out of jail, pretty much finding anything I can to make money. I'd hustled a little bit of weed in Florida, never enough to get on cops' radar or anything, bounced my way along the Gulf Coast whenever I wanted to be legit for a while, but it was in March of '97 when I found my two greatest passions: professional wrestling, and a gorgeous Latinas named Priscilla Sanchez. You may know her better as Trinity. She grew up on the mean streets of the South Bronx, but by the time she was 18, she was on her own and bumming around the country, kind of like me. We met one night at a club I was working at in Ft. Lauderdale; I was the cooler, and a damn good one too. She came in with a group of her friends, and to tell the truth, I don't remember her friends. I just knew that I wanted to go home with her. Three incredible weeks later, I came home from work one day to find her staring at an EPT box. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around my waist, and I knew what the result was. I didn't have the heart to tell her at that moment that I wasn't staying in Florida; I'd just gotten a job offer for a wrestling promotion based out of Pittsburgh, PA, and my new family would be moving to the Keystone State. And finally, after nine months and three days of my sweet, sweet Trinity being pregnant, we were at the hospital, getting ready to bring our new daughter--we couldn't wait to be 'surprised'--into the world. I woke to the sounds of her weakly calling my name. I guess I'd passed out in one of those fold-out chairs that they kept in maternity suites. Trinity: John... Slade: Hmm? Trinity: I think it's time. Slade: You mean, like, TIME time? She nodded and fought off a smile at my panicked expression. I started racing down the hall for someone to get into the room and help deliver my daughter. Trinity, to her credit, hit the "Call" button on her bed. I'm pretty sure she could hear me when the nurse picked up. Slade: (in the background) Can someone help my girlfriend? She's about to have my baby! Nurse: (in the background) You're aware that she's hit her "Call" button, and one of us was going to check on her right now, right? I heard Trinity laugh through the communication system. Trinity: Could you bring my overzealous boyfriend back with you, ma'am? Nurse: We'll be glad to, Miss Sanchez. Tonight was going to be a long night. ------------ Location: UPMC Presbyterian Hospital, Pittsburgh, PA Date/Time: 12DEC97, 2247 Hours EST I was wrong. It's been a long couple days. Apparently, having a baby is nowhere NEAR as easy as they show you in the movies. With Trin hooked up to an epidural and another IV, she was fully dilated and the doctor said it could be at any time now. Slade: You're doing great, hon. Just keep breathing. Trinity: THAT'S your advice?!? Keep breathing? How did I ever let you have sex with me without a condom??? The nurses in the room looked at me; half with a "we've heard it all before" look, and half with a "this is still mostly your fault" look. I did what I normally do in situation like this: I laughed nervously and held Trinity's hand like it was my job... which it was. Dr. Wilkins: Alright, Miss Sanchez, it's time for real now. He sat down on the stool, in front of the part of my girlfriend that I treasured most in the world, and essentially took a catcher's stance. Now, I won't bore you with the details, but 90 minutes later, my daughter met the universe. Weighing in at 6 pounds, 7 ounces, and with a full head of hair, Juli Dulcinea Smith arrived on the planet. Trin wanted to name her something else, but I insisted. ------------ Location: UPMC Presbyterian Hospital, Pittsburgh, PA Date/Time: 12DEC97, 2350 Hours EST I was staring down into the little face of the woman I helped bring into the world, when her mother woke up from her well-deserved nap. Trinity: What'cha thinkin' about, daddy? Slade: I'm just wondering how it's all going to play out. I'm on the road all the time, and I don't want JD growing up without her father... Trinity: You'll be around as much as you want to be, I suppose. We'll be here; we'll always be here for you. I wasn't sure exactly why, but I started crying. And I couldn't stop. It felt like the weight of the world was crushing in all around me. This was going to be a long night. ------------ Value. It's an interesting concept. Like I said earlier, it's very subjective; value can be placed on anything and nothing, and is all in the eye of the beholder. Like you, James. Yeah, I remember your name. Your reputation has almost as much value as your sadism. The problem is, James... your value has fallen lately. Can you remember the last time you won anything of note? Can you remember the last time you won anything in GENERAL? I can't. Instead, all I remember is the epic failures of yours in Redemption. All I can remember are the "could have beens" associated to Captain Howdy. You've beaten up on John Gillmen--who hasn't? The kid's half blind and highly functioning autistic. What sort of achievement is that? I'm tired of being on the losing end. I'm tired of the people in this place thinking I'm just a fucking stepping stone to something bigger than they will ever be on their own. This all ends here. Your tagline has always been "Playtime's Over". I like that. We'll borrow it for a bit. For you, playtime truly IS over. It's time to get fuckin' serious, and if you can't see that, or you're not ready for that, you're gonna get run the hell over. I've beaten you once; I can do it again. And I will. I didn't ask for this contest, Captain. I didn't. But no matter how it came to be, there's only one real possible outcome--you staring at the ceiling for the three count. I just wish it didn't have to be like this. Guys like us, we're a dying breed. We shouldn't be fighting each other. I've got a kid to look up to me. Finally reconnected after a long time. Can't show her that her papi's a loser now, can I? See you Thursday. PS: Bring your A game, Howdy. I'm serious. Anything less and I'll fuckin' embarrass you, old man. |
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