Post by aidan on May 29, 2017 9:46:14 GMT
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Aidan Collins first appearance for Guerreros of Lucha will be a certain disaster. It is inescapable. Bronx Valescence will defeat him and Aidan Collins will fall back into obscurity.
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The referee's hand will hit the mat three times and it will signal that the aura of the Devil has been completely evaporated. The world will know that behind the trash talk, behind the aggression, there has never been anything beyond insecurity forming Aidan Collins' foundation. Bronx will win, the world will laugh, and Aidan's legacy will be destroyed.
He has always been vulnerable. He has always been insecure. And now, he is a sitting duck for the 4CW World Champion. A lamb for the slaughter.
All Aidan has ever wanted was to be respected by his peers, to be considered a master of his craft. The titles, the awards...they have never meant anything to him. All he has wanted was support. A hand patting him on the back. A voice telling him that he's done well, that he matters.
That reassurance has not come. It did not come after he set the ECWF ablaze and it certainly will not come after Bronx defeats him in GOL. No one cares about the time he has put in. No one cares about the performances he has given.
Aidan is a victim of his own ambition, a casualty of his own desire for love. His body is unable to withstand the rigors of in-ring competition; his mind is unable to withstand the perpetual criticism levied at him from all angles. He is seeking acclaim in the wrong arena...he is seeking love in a world with no love to give.
How have his detractors overlooked his weakness? Are they too wrapped up in their own affairs, blinded by their own egos? Aidan's fragility is, and has always been, painstakingly evident... all it has ever taken to see the truth was open eyes, an inkling of perception.
Perhaps the cynics have just trying to cover for their own vulnerabilities...
Aidan stands in front of the camera crew sent to his home realizing that he has nothing to say. Sure, he could fake optimism and criticize Bronx Valescence for a whole host of different reasons and give the viewers what they want. He could tell Bronx that he's an overrated hack. He could call Bronx's promos contrived. He could say that Bronx himself is just a self-doubting bully who lashes out to cover for the fact that he too knows that he is weak...
At the end of the day, though, Aidan knows it will all be for naught. Even if he had all of the desire in the world, Bronx would be a difficult foe... With Aidan questioning his desire to compete, he's a sitting duck. Bronx will ravage Aidan and Aidan's reputation will finally fade, a cloud of smoke dissipating into the winds of reality.
He walks out of his living room, leaving the camera crew behind. He has nothing to say.
All that's left for Aidan Collins is defeat and a restoration of anonymity.
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he did exist.
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Aidan Collins first appearance for Guerreros of Lucha will be a certain disaster. It is inescapable. Bronx Valescence will defeat him and Aidan Collins will fall back into obscurity.
Uno
Dos
Tres
The referee's hand will hit the mat three times and it will signal that the aura of the Devil has been completely evaporated. The world will know that behind the trash talk, behind the aggression, there has never been anything beyond insecurity forming Aidan Collins' foundation. Bronx will win, the world will laugh, and Aidan's legacy will be destroyed.
He has always been vulnerable. He has always been insecure. And now, he is a sitting duck for the 4CW World Champion. A lamb for the slaughter.
All Aidan has ever wanted was to be respected by his peers, to be considered a master of his craft. The titles, the awards...they have never meant anything to him. All he has wanted was support. A hand patting him on the back. A voice telling him that he's done well, that he matters.
That reassurance has not come. It did not come after he set the ECWF ablaze and it certainly will not come after Bronx defeats him in GOL. No one cares about the time he has put in. No one cares about the performances he has given.
Aidan is a victim of his own ambition, a casualty of his own desire for love. His body is unable to withstand the rigors of in-ring competition; his mind is unable to withstand the perpetual criticism levied at him from all angles. He is seeking acclaim in the wrong arena...he is seeking love in a world with no love to give.
How have his detractors overlooked his weakness? Are they too wrapped up in their own affairs, blinded by their own egos? Aidan's fragility is, and has always been, painstakingly evident... all it has ever taken to see the truth was open eyes, an inkling of perception.
Perhaps the cynics have just trying to cover for their own vulnerabilities...
Aidan stands in front of the camera crew sent to his home realizing that he has nothing to say. Sure, he could fake optimism and criticize Bronx Valescence for a whole host of different reasons and give the viewers what they want. He could tell Bronx that he's an overrated hack. He could call Bronx's promos contrived. He could say that Bronx himself is just a self-doubting bully who lashes out to cover for the fact that he too knows that he is weak...
At the end of the day, though, Aidan knows it will all be for naught. Even if he had all of the desire in the world, Bronx would be a difficult foe... With Aidan questioning his desire to compete, he's a sitting duck. Bronx will ravage Aidan and Aidan's reputation will finally fade, a cloud of smoke dissipating into the winds of reality.
He walks out of his living room, leaving the camera crew behind. He has nothing to say.
All that's left for Aidan Collins is defeat and a restoration of anonymity.
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he did exist.