Post by Noah Hanson on Sept 28, 2011 21:52:15 GMT -3
entered this tournament to make sure that I could still go hard, I had been out of the business for a few months after the plane crash, my body needed time to heal and after I got the ok from the doctors to start training again I went full speed getting my body back in top fighting condition. I might not be a gym rate like my opponent but I am older then him and can't really do stuff like he can. I mean I’d love to be able to go and just lift weights and do stuff like he could but I am no hulking figure like him. I am not that kind of wrestler, he is a power wrestler using his size and strength to try and impose his will. I have seen his kind before, the bully, the ones that think that just because they act big, talk big and throw a lot of snork around they think it makes them a better wrestler but in the end they are just kidding themselves. I have been there and done that I knew exactly what he was trying to do as soon as I saw the video.
I thought it was a bit of irony in itself when he talked about me being the epitome of everything he strives to oppose. But then he chooses to make a video tirade of me, now wouldn't THAT be irony I make my living, well my other living behind a camera, he bitches about it while in front of a camera....
Seriously big man if you are going to try and be clever at least be original...you might as well just went and made fun of my last name...that is just about as original...maybe you need to stick to what you big men do best...stand and grunt like a good little caveman and leave the thinking to the men that can actually do it and not have a brain fart afterwards.
The funny thing is he bitches about my movie career like it George Clooney or Brad Pitt are going to be sitting at ringside for the match? I don't get his thinking...was he trying to piss me off. So what if I am wrestler that like to act, is there really anything wrong with a man that wants to broaden his horizons? I am sorry if you can't handle the fact that I want o have a career after wrestling, I am not the young man I once was, my body is no longer spry as it once was so yes I act. I am actually quite good at it too, sorry if that rubs you the wrong way, sorry if it makes you think I am not dedicated to this business but I have earned the right to make my choices with my life.
I sat and watched your little video and I am sorry but the film critic in me is going to come out because I usually like a good documentary and I thought I was watching like one of those “biography” type documentaries about you but man I really had a hard time figuring out what the hell you were talking about. I mean you think you are some sort of savior that we should all just roll over and let you bring the wrestling business to a new promised land. Can I ask you something in all seriousness how can you bitch about my career when all you have done is make a documentary and then reference 'the ten commandments' I mean you might as well stand there with a white beard and three stone tablets in your hands as you go on your “quest” to bring wrestling to “your” level. So yes your composition was lacking as far as the video went, hated the whole “grainy” look of your video look cheap and half assed I mean you need to try better man.
See I have worked my arse off to get myself back into shape, I have ability to win this thing and I am getting closer and closer to being back to where I was a few years ago. You can question my lifestyle all you want, that really doesn’t matter in the end, you can see it as you trying to purify the business, you can see it whatever way you want but in the end all you need to worry about is the man that is standing across from you. I don't care about what you think of me, I don't know you and have never met you outside the business. You want to throw stones and see what gets me pissed well keep throwing pal, get bigger stones too cause you are missing boat. You are nothing more then the dark, imposing character that has been done a thousand times over. I don't care about what you think of me, play your little “Saw” mind games with someone else because in the end this is going to be settled in the ring.
Fate has brought me back to the business for a reason.
Destiny has brought me to this tournament....
And I will win it.
{Kansas City, Kansas}
{Noah's Apartment}
{7 pm}
{present day}
I stood there looking out over the sunset, watching the sun dip lower and lower and realized that maybe I was stretching myself a little to far with the way I was hitting ICW and then this tournament. Maybe I was a bit crazy for thinking I could handle all this. I mean I am not the young kid I used to be and I am six months removed from a plane crash that nearly killed me. Maybe someone was trying to send me a message, maybe someone was trying to tell me that if you play with fire to many times you will get burned. My shoulder still hurts every so often, I have a few issues with my memory but the doctors have said that memory loss happens after something as traumatic as what I have went through.
So why do this in the first place you ask? Call it me trying to silence the critics, the ones that have said that Noah Hanson is not the wrestler he used to be, the ones that have seen what I have done in the past and think I am not nearly up to speed. I look at this as the ultimate challenge, men younger, faster and swifter then me but I have a few things on most of these guys, I have been there and seen just about everything that has come down the pipes so nothing is going to happen in the ring that I haven't done or seen in the ring at one time or another but still I have a huge mountain to climb and Storm is just the first obstacle.
I heard a knock at the door and walked to it and opened it and there stood Berrick O'Murphy, the manager of one of my old nemesis from my days in UCWA. He bright blue hair caught my attention right off the bat. I mean its not like Berrick was ever one of my favorite people but color me curious as I wondered what he wanted but he pushed his way past me and started rummaging through my fridge like a raccoon in my trash and he finally emerged with a bottle Killians beer and sat down on the couch.
“What are you doing here?” I said coldly as I closed to the door.
“Is that any way to treat an old friend?” He said as he opened the beer, tossing the cap on the coffee table.
“Well for one you were never my friend, you and Tytus were always a thorn in my freakin side and number two what the hell makes you think you are welcome in my house after all these months.” I barked.
“What if I said I had a business proposition for you?” He said with a sinister smile. “One that could make you a lot of money.”
I waved my hands around the room. “Do I really look like I need any more money.”
“Oh come now its just like jello there's always room for more my boy and I learned anything from being a rival of yours is that you love money.” He continued. “And I know we always haven’t seen eye to eye but I have an idea for you.”
I shook my head. “Maybe I am not in wrestling anymore ever thought of that?”
He laughed at the comment like he knew me or something. “One thing I do know about you Noah is the fact that you love having an audience at your beck and call, you might be on tv and in the movies but we both know that you lust for the admiration of the fans at a live wrestling event. You can try and hide it all you want but I can see the fire in your eyes right now. You look like you could beat my arse right now but you won't cause you're curious...”
He got up from the table and left a business card on my coffee table.
“Call me kid when you are ready to get serious, ICW, Decay Nation...” he laughed. “we all know where you heart lies kid. Thanks for the beer Noah, I'll tell Tytus you said “hi”...”
And with that he walked out the door, just as quickly as he had entered my house he was gone. What the hell was the loon babbling about, “business venture” what the hell was he talking about and what the hell makes him think I would even work with him.
My wife Kristina walked into the house and looked at me weirdly. “Who was that guy with the blue hair?”
“A salesman...” a replied.
“What was he selling?” she asked.
“Souls I think....” I said.
“Was he a crossroads demon?” she quickly replied.
I rolled my eyes at the 'Supernatural' reference and then kissed her. “You need to not come on the set so much.”
She smiled and kissed me back. “Wanna order dinner?”
I nodded. “Whatever you want babe. I am gonna think for a bit on the porch.”
I grabbed a beer and walked outside as the air started to chill in the quickly changing night.
“Welcome home Noah.” a man said emerging from the shadows.
“How the hell did you get here and a better question is who are you?” I growled as I jumped from my chair.
“What do you remember about the crash?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing. I remember waking in a hotel it was weird I thought my name was Shane Hahn. But that can't be right. People thought I was dead for some reason.”
“Everyone died on the jet Noah or so they thought, it has never really been explained how you got to be where you are today or that your lovely wife has returned to the land of the living.” he explained. “But I can tell you this Noah, your journey down the rabbit hole never really stopped.”
With that comment the memories started flooding my head, it hurt so bad like needles in my head. “You...the graveyard...i remember...”
“Good...you do remember...hopefully Storm doesn't knock those memories out of your head...” He said with a laugh and then when the lightning flashed.... he was gone.
My head still hurt and it seemed my journey was not over after all, the memories, the casket they all seemed like a dream...now seems more like a nightmare...
(TBC)
ooc: let me know what you think, it has been a while since i touched on Noahs backstory so i am a bit rusty.
I thought it was a bit of irony in itself when he talked about me being the epitome of everything he strives to oppose. But then he chooses to make a video tirade of me, now wouldn't THAT be irony I make my living, well my other living behind a camera, he bitches about it while in front of a camera....
Seriously big man if you are going to try and be clever at least be original...you might as well just went and made fun of my last name...that is just about as original...maybe you need to stick to what you big men do best...stand and grunt like a good little caveman and leave the thinking to the men that can actually do it and not have a brain fart afterwards.
The funny thing is he bitches about my movie career like it George Clooney or Brad Pitt are going to be sitting at ringside for the match? I don't get his thinking...was he trying to piss me off. So what if I am wrestler that like to act, is there really anything wrong with a man that wants to broaden his horizons? I am sorry if you can't handle the fact that I want o have a career after wrestling, I am not the young man I once was, my body is no longer spry as it once was so yes I act. I am actually quite good at it too, sorry if that rubs you the wrong way, sorry if it makes you think I am not dedicated to this business but I have earned the right to make my choices with my life.
I sat and watched your little video and I am sorry but the film critic in me is going to come out because I usually like a good documentary and I thought I was watching like one of those “biography” type documentaries about you but man I really had a hard time figuring out what the hell you were talking about. I mean you think you are some sort of savior that we should all just roll over and let you bring the wrestling business to a new promised land. Can I ask you something in all seriousness how can you bitch about my career when all you have done is make a documentary and then reference 'the ten commandments' I mean you might as well stand there with a white beard and three stone tablets in your hands as you go on your “quest” to bring wrestling to “your” level. So yes your composition was lacking as far as the video went, hated the whole “grainy” look of your video look cheap and half assed I mean you need to try better man.
See I have worked my arse off to get myself back into shape, I have ability to win this thing and I am getting closer and closer to being back to where I was a few years ago. You can question my lifestyle all you want, that really doesn’t matter in the end, you can see it as you trying to purify the business, you can see it whatever way you want but in the end all you need to worry about is the man that is standing across from you. I don't care about what you think of me, I don't know you and have never met you outside the business. You want to throw stones and see what gets me pissed well keep throwing pal, get bigger stones too cause you are missing boat. You are nothing more then the dark, imposing character that has been done a thousand times over. I don't care about what you think of me, play your little “Saw” mind games with someone else because in the end this is going to be settled in the ring.
Fate has brought me back to the business for a reason.
Destiny has brought me to this tournament....
And I will win it.
{Kansas City, Kansas}
{Noah's Apartment}
{7 pm}
{present day}
I stood there looking out over the sunset, watching the sun dip lower and lower and realized that maybe I was stretching myself a little to far with the way I was hitting ICW and then this tournament. Maybe I was a bit crazy for thinking I could handle all this. I mean I am not the young kid I used to be and I am six months removed from a plane crash that nearly killed me. Maybe someone was trying to send me a message, maybe someone was trying to tell me that if you play with fire to many times you will get burned. My shoulder still hurts every so often, I have a few issues with my memory but the doctors have said that memory loss happens after something as traumatic as what I have went through.
So why do this in the first place you ask? Call it me trying to silence the critics, the ones that have said that Noah Hanson is not the wrestler he used to be, the ones that have seen what I have done in the past and think I am not nearly up to speed. I look at this as the ultimate challenge, men younger, faster and swifter then me but I have a few things on most of these guys, I have been there and seen just about everything that has come down the pipes so nothing is going to happen in the ring that I haven't done or seen in the ring at one time or another but still I have a huge mountain to climb and Storm is just the first obstacle.
I heard a knock at the door and walked to it and opened it and there stood Berrick O'Murphy, the manager of one of my old nemesis from my days in UCWA. He bright blue hair caught my attention right off the bat. I mean its not like Berrick was ever one of my favorite people but color me curious as I wondered what he wanted but he pushed his way past me and started rummaging through my fridge like a raccoon in my trash and he finally emerged with a bottle Killians beer and sat down on the couch.
“What are you doing here?” I said coldly as I closed to the door.
“Is that any way to treat an old friend?” He said as he opened the beer, tossing the cap on the coffee table.
“Well for one you were never my friend, you and Tytus were always a thorn in my freakin side and number two what the hell makes you think you are welcome in my house after all these months.” I barked.
“What if I said I had a business proposition for you?” He said with a sinister smile. “One that could make you a lot of money.”
I waved my hands around the room. “Do I really look like I need any more money.”
“Oh come now its just like jello there's always room for more my boy and I learned anything from being a rival of yours is that you love money.” He continued. “And I know we always haven’t seen eye to eye but I have an idea for you.”
I shook my head. “Maybe I am not in wrestling anymore ever thought of that?”
He laughed at the comment like he knew me or something. “One thing I do know about you Noah is the fact that you love having an audience at your beck and call, you might be on tv and in the movies but we both know that you lust for the admiration of the fans at a live wrestling event. You can try and hide it all you want but I can see the fire in your eyes right now. You look like you could beat my arse right now but you won't cause you're curious...”
He got up from the table and left a business card on my coffee table.
“Call me kid when you are ready to get serious, ICW, Decay Nation...” he laughed. “we all know where you heart lies kid. Thanks for the beer Noah, I'll tell Tytus you said “hi”...”
And with that he walked out the door, just as quickly as he had entered my house he was gone. What the hell was the loon babbling about, “business venture” what the hell was he talking about and what the hell makes him think I would even work with him.
My wife Kristina walked into the house and looked at me weirdly. “Who was that guy with the blue hair?”
“A salesman...” a replied.
“What was he selling?” she asked.
“Souls I think....” I said.
“Was he a crossroads demon?” she quickly replied.
I rolled my eyes at the 'Supernatural' reference and then kissed her. “You need to not come on the set so much.”
She smiled and kissed me back. “Wanna order dinner?”
I nodded. “Whatever you want babe. I am gonna think for a bit on the porch.”
I grabbed a beer and walked outside as the air started to chill in the quickly changing night.
“Welcome home Noah.” a man said emerging from the shadows.
“How the hell did you get here and a better question is who are you?” I growled as I jumped from my chair.
“What do you remember about the crash?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing. I remember waking in a hotel it was weird I thought my name was Shane Hahn. But that can't be right. People thought I was dead for some reason.”
“Everyone died on the jet Noah or so they thought, it has never really been explained how you got to be where you are today or that your lovely wife has returned to the land of the living.” he explained. “But I can tell you this Noah, your journey down the rabbit hole never really stopped.”
With that comment the memories started flooding my head, it hurt so bad like needles in my head. “You...the graveyard...i remember...”
“Good...you do remember...hopefully Storm doesn't knock those memories out of your head...” He said with a laugh and then when the lightning flashed.... he was gone.
My head still hurt and it seemed my journey was not over after all, the memories, the casket they all seemed like a dream...now seems more like a nightmare...
(TBC)
ooc: let me know what you think, it has been a while since i touched on Noahs backstory so i am a bit rusty.
