Post by Brett Carson on Jul 18, 2015 22:57:49 GMT -6
Ohhh, there is nothing that can match the feeling of being back...
...home
There isn't anything quite like the feeling at the sole of your feet when you know you're on familiar soil. There isn't anything quite like the unique aroma that glides through your nostrils the moment you board off of that plane. There just isn't anything quite like being back on Ville de Montreal.
Well maybe there is SOMETHING that could match the feeling of a hero such as myself returning home...the feeling of standing over the paper champion Ziu Zhong and raising the World Visionary Championship high up in the air. That's a feeling that tops it all and it's a feeling that I crave and that I want...no, that I need.
I got a taste of it at the last Breakthrough but it's like every other addiction...I need another taste, a proper taste of it and I will get it. It's my addiction. It's my craving.
Don't we all have those little addictions in life? For some, it's the cancer stick, for others it's alcohol...drugs for some, food for others...We all are addicted to something, and most of the time it isn't healthy. I can openly admit that my addiction isn't all that healthy because I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get it. I'm stepping into a steel cage to get my fix.
It's something I've never done in my career, step inside 4 walls of pure steel and battle with five other dangerous individuals. It's daunting, it's intimidating...but I'll do it if it means that I have an opportunity to finally take my throne on top of the professional wrestling world.
That's why sitting here, overlooking MY city is symbolic. I leaned against the stone railing of the Kondiaronk Belvedere, a and looked over downtown Montreal like I had, hundreds of times before as a child. My parents used to bring my brother and myself to this park all the time and every time I was always taken back by the view overlooking my city.
But it never meant as much as it does now...
Brett Carson: "This is how it feels to be on top, huh?"
Those words float out of my lips, practically riding the massive sigh of amazement that came out with it.
Brett Carson: "Is this what it feels like, Ziu? Is the view nice on top of the Visionaries of Wrestling mountain, the same way this scenic view is nice here on Mount Royal?"
There's much more emphasis on my words this time around.
Brett Carson: "You see, I feel as though it's important to ask you that now when you have the chance to answer because I can't ask someone like Seth Iser or my own brother Casanova English...they hardly were on top of that mountain long enough to get a proper description of that view? I want to know what it's like before I take my own position up top there."
There's a hint of arrogance in my voice as I can't help but feel a surge of confidence in my ability, knowing that I'll be wrestling for the first time in front of MY people in over a year.
Brett Carson: "I spoke to Cass over the phone some time ago and we both agreed...for one night in that cage we're both seperate orphans. We're two Canadian kids, stepping into a cage and fighting it out to see who walks out champion. Our goal is to make sure that at the end of the night, theres an orphan with the World Visionary Championship wrapped around his waist."
My hand runs through my hair as I can't help by sigh.
Brett Carson: "I love Cass like a brother, he's my family. But deep down, despite our decision to make sure either one of us walks out champion...I want it to be me and I want it to be me because Cass had his shot, we nearly destroyed this company to make sure Cass had it and he flopped. He dropped the ball. Cera knew he dropped the ball and took her ball and left, Stu and Robinson both know that he dropped the ball and deep down, despite his proud exterior Casanova English knows he dropped the ball and I bet it burns him, like a cigarette penetrating his skin."
It feels wrong, talking about my brother like this...but it needs to be said.
Brett Carson: "Seth Iser sits in the same boat, Iser had that opportunity years ago back when he was hungry and fit to have a succesful reign as World Champion...and he flopped. I have a lot of respect for the man and his work in this business but he flopped when it came to holding the top belt and now he gets another opportunity when to be completely frank...it's far past his time for another opportunity. He's on the ugly side of 34, his body is being broken down everytime he steps in that ring because Iser isn't used to this new evolution of wrestling, long gone are the days of the rest holds and front chancery. Can his body truly handle backdrops on the apron and being thrown into the cage over and over again? The man has a beautiful daughter to tend to and VoW mercilessly throws him in this match."
A scowl forms on my face as I can't help but feel the emotion and anger. This could be me in a few years time...I could be in the same position this poor bastard is in. Its why I can't fuck up this opportunity.
Brett Carson: "And in the same breath you can throw a man Im all too familiar with...Valquist. The False Shepherd. Valquist has had this journey from his very first match, all the way to this match and he's hunted down that same title the rest of us have been hunting down...He's sat on a losing streak at the moment, after his meeting with myself and now he's found himself but in the process the people slowly start diverting towards men like Ziu Zhong...like Tyler Storm...like Owen Gonsalves and if you're in Canada they divert to Casanova English and yours truly. It's a fact. Valquist is slowly losing his magic and there isn't enough time left for him to find it again. He...is at the rottening age of 40 and he's stepping into this steel cage against 4 hungry young talents and a man willing to throw his life away to win...Val's chances are slim, if we're being honest. I refuse to allow him to win because he'll have what he's always wanted...the attention and the crowd and the podium to proclaim his see-through sermons in an attempt to reel in more and more people and in the process...gain the selfish, heartless tool known as POWER."
The emotion from talking about Iser transfers into the disdain when talking about Valquist.
Brett Carson: "Power is a dangerous tool indeed, in the hands of someone like Valquist it can truly be devastating but at the same time it can be made into a mockery in the hands of someone like Stacy Jones...An old foe of mine. She made a mockery of that Xcel Championship she once held, an absolute mockery of it because she portrayed everything that the title wasn't about. Take away my ill feelings towards her sexuality, even if I was okay with that community I'd feel disrespected at the way she pissed on that championship. She portrayed herself as this role model and this hero for her kind but yet teaches them to go behind your partners back and cheat and lie to them. Stacy Jones is just like Valquist...she looks at this title as a tool to raise her message. She used Tayla Williams as a tool for so long, but the poor girl hasnt been the same since I dropped her on her head nearly a year ago, then she tried using Keisha Britely...brainwashing her young mind, but Cera put her down and now she's trying to do the same to Katie Moicelle and it appears as though Matt Robinson has helped direct Tayla Williams into putting that fire out before it can spread. Stacy views this title through only one eye...literally and figuratively...so now I need to make sure she doesn't latch onto it and use it to piss on this business even more."
Staring out at Montreal, I can't help but feel as if that I need to bring up my past history in order to fully emerge myself into the emotion of this match.
Brett Carson: "In the end that's what this match is....It's an opportunity for me to make things right once again, it's an opportunity for me to finally set things straight and save this business that I fell in love with years ago. I'll be DAMNED if I allow the World Visionary Championship to fall into the hands of those with messages that could harm the prestige of the belt, I'll be damned if I allow the championship to fall in the hands of those who will only flail with it once again. The belt needs someone who can bring it back to it's rightful position as the true top belt in this company...not to be tainted by unworthy candidates."
Pushing myself off the railing, I stand firmly on my two feet looking over MY city...MY people.
Brett Carson: "This match is the opportunity for me to finally prove to the figures of authority in my life that I am far more then what they see me as. I finally prove to my own father that I am everything that he claims Im not...I finally prove to Stefan Frei that not only am I going to be better than anything he was but Im going to create a far bigger legacy than his and that I can and will do it under his brand...I finally prove to the world that Brett Carson isn't just all talk and that he truly is one of the best professional wrestlers on God's green earth today. But most of all this match is an opportunity to walk into a building I watched my heroes wrestle in as a child, wrestle in front of my people and walk out a hero."
My eyes well up...There's that emotion and that passion, that unmatched passion.
Brett Carson: "For all the times I've been told that I won't be able to do it, I'll walk in front of my people...and do it. July 20th, in the Centre'd Excellence Sports Rousseau...In Quebec...Brett Carson finally will scale the mountain and stand atop it as the rightful champion."
~Fade~