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Opportunities come and go RP#2
Topic Started: Jan 5 2008, 12:04 AM (138 Views)
CalebWalker
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Opportunities come and go…

It seems almost as if my life revolves around cycles of up and down, left and right, happy and sad, fortunate and misfortunate. Well… perhaps I shouldn’t refer to them as cycles. Cycle implies a sense of continuity; it implies predictability. In my case, the only thing certain about these cycles is that they will occur; frankly, I’ve never been able to predict a crash and brace for its effects; nor have I been able to predict exactly how this high or low will affect me. Actually, that’s probably the most significant difference between my ‘cycles’ and the typical definition of living one’s life in patterns. My highs and lows are never as high or as low as the last; their frequency and amplification often vary on an extreme scale. I may start extremely high and simply fall to slightly low, or I might be slightly high and fall to a slightly depressed attitude. I wouldn’t describe my condition as true bipolar disorder; hell, I wouldn’t classify it as a disorder at all. However, it is very clear that a pattern exists; I only wish I could break it and make up my mind.

…lives begin and quickly fade…

The reason why I don’t classify this particular emotional and mental ambiguity as a disorder is quite simple: my mood relies upon my situation; my situation relies upon my luck. These patterns are, quite simply, the reflection of how much luck is being characterized at that particular moment; if my luck is good, so is my mood. The idea behind this school of thought is quite elementary as well: I don’t believe people are naturally blessed with superhuman abilities and, therefore, they are happy when they are in a period of time where they are incredibly lucky. In fact, even if you argue that these people are born with such superhuman abilities, would it not be considered lucky that they were bestowed with such gifts? By that logic, then, their luck can run out at any moment; their abilities can erode or they can be hurt and rendered useless. Thus, the cycles do not only exist in my ever-unfortunate life; they are a product of life itself and the very definition of fortune. Mine, however, happens to be so absurdly unpredictable that I am forced to question it at every second. I suppose that, in itself, lacks the air of good fortune; perhaps I’m merely jinxed.

…every time I hit a low…

While my life seems to be pulling out of the lowest valley I can possibly recall, my career seems to be continually falling to the bottom of some deep, vast ocean. I’m at a spot in which I can’t breathe, can’t hear a thing, and cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel; I’m suffocating myself with frustration. My abilities are not, and never have been, in question. I’ve proven myself to be one of the most talented individuals on the face of the planet; I’m not bragging here, I’m simply stating the facts that have been presented to me. Inside the ring, there is nothing I cannot do; I’ve shown I can duke it out, out fly, outhit, and out wrestle the best in the business if I am on my game. However, the last clause in that previous sentence seems to be my problem: I’m simply not on my game. Even in victory, I don’t feel myself breaking into that same, final stride – kicking into the fifth gear – as I used to feel in the ring. In fact, I haven’t performed up to my standard since I first started wrestling back in 98. It’s sickening, truth be told; I appear to be wasting all this theoretical talent.

…I always seem to avoid that fatal blade…

However, as I stated previously, my life seems to be slowly rising from the ashes – almost like the mythical phoenix – and becoming somewhat livable. I’m currently engaged in some deep soul searching, and I’m learning more about myself than I ever thought existed. I’ve needed to do this for quite some time; I need to complete it to better serve myself and my friends. The way I look at it is simple: if I can discover myself, I can maintain a steady calm through these highs and lows. If I can accomplish this bare medium, perhaps I will live much more productive years. If I live more productive years, I absolutely must be happier with myself; if I am happier with myself, I can then concentrate on others. That, after all, has been the goal for my entire life. I want to have friends; I want my friends to be happy. Only when the people surrounding me are happy… only then will I be in a state of bliss myself. After that has been taken care of, I will have nothing more about which to complain.

…for now, this is an enviable quality…

Most people agree that history repeats itself; I, obviously, agree. Historians have drawn significant parallels between the events that have occurred since September 11th, 2001 and that which occurred in the days leading up to the Peloponnesian war. If this pattern continues, World War III will not be too far off; if that actually occurs, I may not be around for another cyclical existence. However, if we continue to believe that history repeats itself, it will not be long before my life, and my career, once again begins to soar. If I can figure out some of my mental ambiguities, I can ensure my lows don’t necessarily conquer my subsistence. In that case, I will take the first step towards eternal happiness. If I complete my journey along this path, I may be able to crack the pattern and become a valuable member of the world. When I may achieve that, who knows what can happen? Perhaps I will fulfill my potential… perhaps I will make peace with my inner fears and regrets. After that? The sky is the limit, ladies and gentlemen… and no one can deny that.

…that is, until my luck runs dry…

Cannon fodder…

This week marks the return of one of the most successful, incredibly talented, and beautiful Gladiators ever to grace the ring. This week, Caleb "The Franchise" Walker returns to the rings of the Combat Zone Wrestling however, his reign of terror has certainly already begun. He seems to have a little vendetta against not just one man but the entire CZW Roster; perhaps it may be simple male jealousy and apprehension, however, Caleb has definitely left a mark on my friend’s psyche. As was the disclaimer before Phoenix's first promotional scene upon re-entering our glorious federation, “On Route to New York”… and frankly, we’re all at his mercy. He's held titles; hell, he was once the most prestigious gladiator of them all. There lies no doubt in his abilities; any remaining hesitation can be quickly resolved by viewing his credentials. "The Phoenix" may be human, but his reputation… and ability… is purely divine.

He is the "The Franchise" you piss him off he's like a deadly serpant… whose fangs carries the most lethal venom; the venom carries itself straight to your heart and can stop it at the blink of an eye. It can remain dormant in your soul for many days… months… even years. However, once you have been pricked by the black rose, you know you will never be the same again; once the serpant has claimed you as its victim, you will eventually succumb to its sheer intrigue… and you will be lost in its bloodlust. This serpant, while intriguingly slye, is markedly deadly. We all seem to know this; however, no one can resist its charm or subdue its draw. We are all mystified by the serpant… drawn by the intrigue of one "The Phoenix". Perhaps this is one of the reasons why he has become such a dominant force in this business; perhaps none of us have resisted the intrigue for long enough to devise a true solution to the dilemma this serpant brings to the table. Even after we plot and devise strategy, though, we are still left with a massively complex predicament; he still carries that lethal ability to grace the ring with great skill. He definitely is set at an advantage by his mystique; however, he sets himself apart by being so amazingly talented… can anyone truly stand up to "The Franchise" and his ring abilities to make people submit to his venom?

Venom will be released

"The Franchise" You see CZW your all pathetic peons in this great sport, your drafted to War Zone and you get to face the most dominant son of a bitch that has ever entered the squared circle, I will hit you with every damn submission move I can muster out of my arsenal, you have got no chance in hell to walk out and advance to the next round, and if need be I will turn this match into hardkore you ask anyone in this fed that I can turn it up and beat the friggen hell out of you in any style of wrestling, hell boy I can be just as viscious as a mother protecting her child from a robber who has just broke into her house.

"The Franchise" I am and I will become the Combat Zone Wrestling World Champion, my venum will be released at War Zone and you all will see why my strike will be fatel.

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