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Dawn Thoughts
Topic Started: Jul 12 2008, 12:53 PM (103 Views)
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Day 1.

It’s the crack of dawn and I’m vigorously awake and geared up for another day. So that means yesterday has come to past and today is another day that looms closer to my fate. I can feel it as it’s nearly upon us now. I already know what the day will yield me. A contendership match against Steven Steele, a chamce to take on the Las Vegas Champion, and my first chance at sVo gold. Lou Lyons learned the hard way not to mess with me. Cody Williams learned the hard way not to mess with me. Don't be the next person to leanr the hard way what happens when I am angered.

So whose destiny is it to come out as the rightful contender? What does fate hold for us? Will it be Steven Steele adding another name to his impressive list of victories over the past few weeks? A chance at becoming the champion is meaningless if he cannot defeat the strongest of the opposition. However, if he can manage to finally put away Nathan Paradine, the true "Reflection of Perfection", then who would argue that Steven Steele is not worthy of beingsuch a label himself?

Or will it be the return of “The Nomad"? However, I’m better known nowadays as Nathan Paradine? Will I be able to win the contendership, and then the belt, and start a reign as the greatest ever Las Vegas Champion? And reestablish why I’m one of the supreme athletes to ever step foot into a wrestling ring. A win on Showdown, and then a victory over TJ Raven would restore my career to it's previous level. Since Retribution, my career has begun to pick up once again. Or has the flame died out? No more spark to start this engine back up? If I fall short in this grueling contest, would it mean the end of me? I’m a highly decorated soldier from fighting for years inside this warzone called wrestling, but everyone has their time when you know that it’s time to hang up them boots up and move on with life.

It's that thought that remind me of Cody. Every dog has his day, and has Cody's day passed? I doubt it. I never intended to take him out permanentely, just long enough to teach him who is the supiror male. I unchain my front door and swing the door wide open. I step into the cool morning air and inhale a lungful of polluted Vegas airr that clears my mind. I can smell the moisture in the air as I detect the dew that has condensed into tiny drops on the grass of the lawn outside my aprtment block and other surfaces outside. The sun is barely up with its orange glow just beyond the horizon. It’s beautiful in the early hours of morning here in Nevada.

I step outside in my running attire. I have a hooded grey sweat shirt on, black track pants, and my white and black running shoes. I take out my iPod and cycle through my playlist on the multi colored screen. I select “Joker and the Thief” by Wolfmother. Afterward I put in the ear buds in my ear. I pull the grey hood over my head. My face is shrouded by my blue hair yet I can see through the blue strands of hair.

After the song I selected on my iPod starts to pick up its tempo I progress in a hasty trot towards the street. I start my run with a pleasant and effortless jog not burning too much energy yet. As I carry on I analyze my surroundings. The neighborhood is quiet and still.

I turn the corner and maintain my steady pace. Traffic is already picking up on the streets, perhaps Vegas is truly the city that never sleeps? At least on the strip. I continue down the streets, cars begin to pass me, and commuters begin to move on the streets. I turn a corner, passing a group of people waiting for a bus. I mutter a quick hello, ignoring the long stares that they give me, hoping they don't recognise me for who I really am. Of course, the large "sVo Showdown" poster featuring my face on it it a bit of a gieaway. I am already far off into the distance by the time I am recognised by a young wrestling fan.

I continue to move forward, focusing only on my run, and running out off the emotions I have been keeping pent up in me over the last few weeks, ever since this whole saga with Cody Williams began. I wish I could just run back, into the past, and settle our differences when I had my first chance...

I can see my house in view. As I approach my apartments perfectly manicured lawn I see someone standing in front of the front door. I recognize a familiar face that I haven't seen in a long time. I slow down as I approach my apartment, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. The woman on the doorstep watches me approach, and then walks towards me.

"Can I help you?" I ask, trying to put my finger on just where I had seen that face before...

"Hello, Nathan." She smiles down on me, and I finally manage to steady my breathing. I look up at her, and out eyes meet. "Hello, big brother," she whispers, and I finally recognise who is standing before me.

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Throughout the ages, tradition has been passed, the will to be superior at something, the aptitude to be able to perform and do it. Throughout the ages, these dreams have been garnered by millions of people all across the world. These dreams have the same result at the end, but diverse methods to gain this achievement.


The result in being a success.


Men live and breathe success. Because dying a life without it – only proves to be a waste of life.


Someone once said, “The goal is to create systems that automatically respond to everything that distracts worries or confuses us, for the rest of our lives. When we are secure and our needs are met once and for all, we are free to live large, pursue our dreams and challenge life on our own terms.”


But this is unquestionably easier said than done. Many people look at life as one oversize perplexing maze. No idea where to go or where to turn.

It’s at this specific point where man stops – thus resulting in failure.

Thus resulting in a waste of life, broken ambitions, shattered dreams, and unfulfilled promises. Those who are strong enough to lift themselves up and keep searching and searching are the ones who are equally as successful, yet feel a greater pleasure of satisfaction. This method is applied to any and every dream, no matter how odd or different.


But in this instance, let’s talk wrestling. Even better, let’s talk sVo.


There have been a number of different champions that have walked in and out of the sVo – yet only a small percentage is remembered. Men have held all kinds of championships, yet their names have long since been forgotten in the annals of sVo archives.

On Showdown, it will not be a title match that is remembered.

Steven Steele and Nathan Paradine will be remembered not for winning the Las Vegas Championship, or having a long reign with the title. They will be remembered for the mighty battle they raged to get that chance.

For in the end, history doesn't remember the winners. It remembers the men who dared to make a challenge.


That being said, certain people wish to stand above the rest. Certain people have inner dreams and ambitions. Certain people will be responsible for sending their name all over the world for decades to come.
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