The former WWA Champion returns for the rebirth, can he cap his return by winning Best of the Best?
You know, looking outside towards the stars on this fine lovely evening, is a truly beautiful sight to behold. However, not only was the moonlit sky a majestic sight to behold, it brings me back to the time of when I had a particular confrontation with my old man. Now I know you’re thinking,
“Why do we want to listen to you monologue to yourself, you’re wasting our time!”
Now, I’m sure you’re also aware of the saying ‘patience is a virtue’. So sit down, enjoy the tale, it may prove to be a good one. It was on the eve of my 17th birthday, I had just gone out with a group of so called “Friends” of mine, the venomous vipers they were. Instead of having a swell old time, they dumped me off in the middle of Albert Square. Now, before I digress, let me continue on.
“My son, you’re home!” My father greeted rather enthusiastically, maybe he had his good old bottle of ‘Jack’ to give him a good old time? I didn’t care at the time, and I certainly don’t care even now, I have nothing to care about and no reason to care either.
“What is it now father? Going to call me a failure, a waste of precious oxygen? Just like you always do when in your drunken stupor?” I hammered home to father this point. Every. Single. Time. And not once would he listen to me...
“Maybe you are right about those other instances son, but you see... I am not drunk or under the influence of anything.” My father, a recurring alcoholic (notice how I never have any GOOD memories of this guy) was telling the truth. So, why was he so receptive to my presence, what did he want?
“Okay then Father, if you’re not “Hammered” like you always are, maybe I’ll be able to listen to what you’ll say.” At this point, my father turned from smile to scowl, he was sober for once. It seemed like I had struck a nerve.
“Listen to me son! This may be the only advice I’ll ever give you!”
“It may be to only THING you’ll give me, never mind bloody ‘advice’!” The heated discussion soon raged into a full blown argument.
“What did you say?!” Fists were almost thrown left, right and centre.
“You heard me!” And now, for the good bit...
“Alright then son! I’ll give you this piece of advice, if it’ll make you feel any better. And here I was thinking you’d be grateful.” He stared at me through his still, piercing grey eyes. The moonlight reminded me of those same eyes that day.
“Okay then, let’s hear it.” Wow, back then, such a carefree spirit I was. So much emotion, so much hatred. Now I have nothing, but complete apathy, and absolute loathing for everything in existence, even my own.
“Alright then, Son... for success to follow you everywhere you go, you need three of the following: Honour, Integrity and Ruthlessness! Without these, you will never see success, and in my eyes, I will have never known you as even a stranger, let alone my own son.” There, here it is.
This... “Creed” is what formulates my very character. I’m nothing but a shell, a human carcass filled with the spirit of nihilism. Nothing keeps me going anymore right now, maybe nothing ever will. Only “Honour”, “Ruthlessness” and “Integrity” are the pillars that hold the very foundation of my state of being.
Not only until this “Creed” brings me to my true ultimate goal, to reign supreme above everyone in the business, shall I every e free from my state of emotionless. Until then, my unbreakable, unwavering will, shall be the cornerstone to which I shall overcome any obstacles or any barriers which seek to distract me from my journey to success.
Until then, I’m destined to perpetually gazing at the stars in an astonished trance, recalling my past. But soon, my time shall come. Every dog has his day, and I’m beginning to feel, for the first time in a long time, that my day shall finally come.