Post by Dustin Delta on Jul 29, 2011 23:05:45 GMT -5
As his match with Sean Danielsen and Freddy Muerte is now done, Dustin Delta wipes the sweat off of his brow and uses the ropes to pull himself up to his knees, resting and leaning against the ropes. His face is written with a grin, as he gazes out into the masses of the GHW Faithful. Reaching up and gripping the top rope, Delta pulls himself up to his feet and walks to the corner of the ring, picking up a microphone. The spotlight follows him as he paces, and he stops in the center of the ring, eyes dead-locked on the GHW cameras, almost staring into the souls of the millions viewing Red, White, and Bruised, at home. Dustin slowly brings the microphone to his mouth, and he begins to speak, his voice booming over the P/A system.
"You know, through all my years of loving this business, of coming out here to this ring or any ring in the world and doing what I love, I've carried a weight on my shoulders. A burden has stayed on me. This large festering anger has built up, and it's about time I get it off my chest. This isn't for the fans, who are amazing. This isn't for you guys at home, this isn't for my friends in my back, not for my enemies in the back, not for the general manager, not for the C.E.O. No. It's for everybody I've ever met who told me that this business wasn't real. For everybody in the world who thinks professional wrestling is fake. And you know what, not many people in the locker room address this. Maybe it's because they don't have the balls, maybe it's because they don't have anything to say. But I'm sick of it being avoided. I'm going to address it, right here, right now." Delta stops for a moment, pondering what he should say next. He looks at the audience and holds the mic up again, continuing. "I'll start with a story from my youth. See, I was a bit late when it came to beginning my passion for wrestling. I had never watched a show until I was about 10, I wasn't quite a little kid anymore. But as soon as I began watching, I fell in love with it. After watching for about four years and after multiple failed attempts, I finally got some friends together to start doing our own backyard wrestling. Almost as soon as it started, someone who was a friend of mine heard that my dream was to be a world champion professional Fighty fighty person. And I remember exactly what he said to me. He said, 'Being the World Champion for fake wrestling, is the equivalent for being the World Champion for a hotdog eating contest.' We got into a long argument about it, ongoing and ongoing. It's people like him that I'm gonna address."
Dustin rubs his chin and begins to pace around the ring. He steps slowly, putting thought into his words before they form as audio. "When I was a kid, I never had a purpose. My parents and teachers would say, Dustin, what do you want to be when you're all grown up? I couldn't answer, I didn't know. Wrestling was the only thing I ever wanted to do. It simply was my dream, and to keep doing it and to be the best Fighty fighty person I can be is my dream now. So I take it very offensively, when somebody tells me that wrestling is fake. It's like spitting in my face and telling me that my dreams are fake. That I'm fake. When it comes to professional wrestling, there are two types of people. The people who love it, and the people who ridicule those who love it. There were times when I went out in public and haters spat in my face and slapped me 'cause I love this business. Am I not human? Am I not as mortal as everybody else? Does loving wrestling make me less of a human being? I think not. I'll be honest with everybody. Wrestling isn't exactly real, we all know that. But is it that big of a deal? Those same people who criticize this business are the people fueling box office hits! Those are all scripted? What makes wrestling any different? Why don't have Charlie Coors lying to you at the top of the program telling you it is real! Hell, we've broken the fourth wall before, we've admitted to it being scripted. But everything I'm saying right now is true, nobody wrote this for me. You're getting 100% Dustin Delta. People say that Fighty fighty persons don't get hurt. It's all an act. I'll tell you right now, that's bullshit. I've felt pain. I've broken bones I didn't even know I had. I've been hit with so many different weapons, it'd take years to list 'em all. If I spilled all the blood I've lost for this business in one sitting, I'd be six feet under, not six feet tall. If being the world champion at fake wrestling is equivalent to being a hot dog eating champion, than I'll be training at Nathan's every morning. I don't give a fuck if this business is fake, scripted, real, or whatever you'd like to call it. I love it. And that's good enough for me. "
Delta drops the mic, a thud echoing throughout the arena as it hits the ring's mat. No music plays, but Double D rolls through the ropes to ringside and departs, the only sound is the respectful ovation and cheers from the fans, who begin to chant "Delta" as he leaves and returns to the locker room.
(My apologies if this is random or out of the blue. Most of the stories Dustin tells here are true events. I had an incident today that made me want to write something like this. If this was on a real television program, it'd be controversial, but I stand by it because I find a lot of what I said to be true.)
"You know, through all my years of loving this business, of coming out here to this ring or any ring in the world and doing what I love, I've carried a weight on my shoulders. A burden has stayed on me. This large festering anger has built up, and it's about time I get it off my chest. This isn't for the fans, who are amazing. This isn't for you guys at home, this isn't for my friends in my back, not for my enemies in the back, not for the general manager, not for the C.E.O. No. It's for everybody I've ever met who told me that this business wasn't real. For everybody in the world who thinks professional wrestling is fake. And you know what, not many people in the locker room address this. Maybe it's because they don't have the balls, maybe it's because they don't have anything to say. But I'm sick of it being avoided. I'm going to address it, right here, right now." Delta stops for a moment, pondering what he should say next. He looks at the audience and holds the mic up again, continuing. "I'll start with a story from my youth. See, I was a bit late when it came to beginning my passion for wrestling. I had never watched a show until I was about 10, I wasn't quite a little kid anymore. But as soon as I began watching, I fell in love with it. After watching for about four years and after multiple failed attempts, I finally got some friends together to start doing our own backyard wrestling. Almost as soon as it started, someone who was a friend of mine heard that my dream was to be a world champion professional Fighty fighty person. And I remember exactly what he said to me. He said, 'Being the World Champion for fake wrestling, is the equivalent for being the World Champion for a hotdog eating contest.' We got into a long argument about it, ongoing and ongoing. It's people like him that I'm gonna address."
Dustin rubs his chin and begins to pace around the ring. He steps slowly, putting thought into his words before they form as audio. "When I was a kid, I never had a purpose. My parents and teachers would say, Dustin, what do you want to be when you're all grown up? I couldn't answer, I didn't know. Wrestling was the only thing I ever wanted to do. It simply was my dream, and to keep doing it and to be the best Fighty fighty person I can be is my dream now. So I take it very offensively, when somebody tells me that wrestling is fake. It's like spitting in my face and telling me that my dreams are fake. That I'm fake. When it comes to professional wrestling, there are two types of people. The people who love it, and the people who ridicule those who love it. There were times when I went out in public and haters spat in my face and slapped me 'cause I love this business. Am I not human? Am I not as mortal as everybody else? Does loving wrestling make me less of a human being? I think not. I'll be honest with everybody. Wrestling isn't exactly real, we all know that. But is it that big of a deal? Those same people who criticize this business are the people fueling box office hits! Those are all scripted? What makes wrestling any different? Why don't have Charlie Coors lying to you at the top of the program telling you it is real! Hell, we've broken the fourth wall before, we've admitted to it being scripted. But everything I'm saying right now is true, nobody wrote this for me. You're getting 100% Dustin Delta. People say that Fighty fighty persons don't get hurt. It's all an act. I'll tell you right now, that's bullshit. I've felt pain. I've broken bones I didn't even know I had. I've been hit with so many different weapons, it'd take years to list 'em all. If I spilled all the blood I've lost for this business in one sitting, I'd be six feet under, not six feet tall. If being the world champion at fake wrestling is equivalent to being a hot dog eating champion, than I'll be training at Nathan's every morning. I don't give a fuck if this business is fake, scripted, real, or whatever you'd like to call it. I love it. And that's good enough for me. "
Delta drops the mic, a thud echoing throughout the arena as it hits the ring's mat. No music plays, but Double D rolls through the ropes to ringside and departs, the only sound is the respectful ovation and cheers from the fans, who begin to chant "Delta" as he leaves and returns to the locker room.
(My apologies if this is random or out of the blue. Most of the stories Dustin tells here are true events. I had an incident today that made me want to write something like this. If this was on a real television program, it'd be controversial, but I stand by it because I find a lot of what I said to be true.)
