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Rungs and Turmoil; ....returning
Topic Started: Oct 15 2008, 07:50 PM (119 Views)
R. McNeil
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....darkness and light
The smell was putrid and fierce, yet still awoke the old demons that laid within me; hidden for ages before. I had hidden myself as of late, becoming a shell of myself as of late. There had been mumbles that I was something of the past. Sitting behind the shadows, biding my time, I knew the truth. I knew the game plan the entire time.

But they were partially correct. There wasn't the same determination within, as there had once been. My motivation had been shot, and I had been fueling myself on frustration. What was once my ownership, had changed hands to those around me. I was a shadow in the eyes of others. Coming and going, never actually placing my mind in the business.

I searched and searched for motivation, only to find disappointment to overwhelm me.

There wasn't room for failure anymore.

You've heard the comments about me. You've heard about underachievement, and lack of dedication.

This time I look within, searching for a sole reason to present my best.

This time, I actually found what was inside of me. Rather than bottling it up, and spewing it towards some unrecognizable newbie; I'm speaking with my heart. My soul.

Call it corny, but it makes me as dangerous as I was two years ago.

The thoughts of walking away, have frequently crossed my mind, dwelling deep within. But pushing them aside, I've decided to stride back to the top.

The smell I spoke about earlier, was sweat and blood. Remnants left from my reign at the top. Aluminum folding chairs scattered the area, as I placed myself upon one. Head down; eyes closed, I placed my head in my hands. A legacy clouded my name. A legacy that quite possibly could be forgotten.

The is no need to reminisce. What I did before, could've been a fluke. Actually, I wish it had never happened. I lost my dignity along with my belt to Eric Collum. I lost my pride to Cage.

What else is there to lose?

I can't think of anything.

Maybe I should have been that good guy. The guy that the fans chant for when they feel like they're at their lowest. Maybe I should've been a face, aligning myself with the likes of Ace and Pablo.

] But then I'd be just like them.

I built something so amazing, and sacred, that others wished they could claim it as their own. I've been a teacher and a mentor.

But reminiscing, isn't what's going to put me where I need to be.

My name is Ronnie McNeil. You know who I am. Everyone knows who I am.

It's time to become KING, again.

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This is going to decide my future. I've told you where my comeback would end. I've laced fire in to Cage and Eric, only to be given the brunt side of losses. But they didn't upset me. I was the better man, it just didn't work out to how I'd like. You two gentlemen hold on to you Sultan victories.

You've both done something I couldn't.

But then again, I've held the big one. I've ran with it, and was unstoppable. I've made something out of those few who were nothing. They've watched and learned from the likes of me, becoming amazing themselves.

So what makes you think I won't win this?

I've lusted for this chance again. I've been f**ked over by Collum for that f**king title, and that was while repping the X-ellence flag. I've allowed you, Eric, to watch my every move, and adapt from it. You're what you are because of me. You are successful because of me.

I made you, Eric.

I've sat back and thought about my alliance. I've thought about where it's bringing me. I'm stuck behind the shadows, allowing my "friends" to run with the pack.

No longer.

This is about me again. That was my first mistake. I started caring about feelings, and what people thought.

No longer.

I gave up my Kingdom out of stupidity. I want that f**king thing back, and I'll go through any mother f**ker to do it. I can taste it, boys. I can smell the faintness of success. It's like the scent of blood; encouraging, and frenzying me. I've been waiting a long time to step back to the top of the mountain.

I'm not letting you pukes stop me.

I'm finishing the last chapter of my legacy. Hall of Fame bound, I'll be wearing that World title when I retire. I just hope you don't take it personally.

It's just business.

I will be the f**king KING.
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