Promo: Naked

[zyon 0]

Time no matter what you do, say, or feel refuses to stop for anyone. Realizing this fact is definitely the first step toward recovery yet there are some who cannot accept that their day is gone, and night has began. Surgery to cover the scars and memories to block the pain are used to motivate the person battling time.

 

Tick Tock…

 

Running and running my look at you go. Sadly sooner or later refusal becomes the very thing people say they don’t have, but do. Matter of fact that could very well be a shallow yet factual definition of denial. Denial unlike time can be beaten by mentally challenging yourself to succeed.

 

Yeah, you ran a mile under five minutes.

 

Excellent, you benched five hundred pounds.

 

Awesome, the women love you.

 

Evolution, time, denial they all look down on your so called great physical attributes. Sure you can run, lift, and make women gasp at the very sight of your shadow for crying out loud. But to old man Father Time…

 

You still suck.

 

Now when you come to understand Time with a broken hip and all can still out run, bench, and womanize you. Then you can finally begin to fathom what it takes to enjoy a life to its full potential. However, it still begs the question…

 

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU DO WHEN AT THE AGE OF 22 TIME HATES YOU??

 

Day four, moderate cloudy with a chance of sunshine. A regular eighty degrees outside and with all things including it’s your plain ole’ Thursday. Pedestrians out and about looking for the first chance they can beat the system by taking a crash and earning a profit from it. Highways filled with the annoying buzz of motors and angry motorists honking their horns like it means something. Workers hard at their labor prays the day gets over quick so they can thank their invisible messiah that it is Friday. Of course we can’t leave out the twenty-one and under crowd. Ya know the kids who walk around all damn day with a chip on their shoulder and a finger on the remote. The true villains in the battle against time. The type who could care less that in the coming years they’ll be wasting away doing there nine to fives wishing they could moonwalk back to the better days.

 

Yeah it’s Thursday.

 

Then there are those who willingly or not get spoiled by the old bastard. No matter what age you are the clock isn’t a factor simply cause they are under the impression they beat time. Smoking evolution in this day and age can be quite the triumph especially during a time where the Earth’s inhabitants are afraid of governments, terrorists, drugs, shadows, black cats, walking under ladders, and of course broken mirrors.

 

Years of bad luck…wouldn’t it be easier to just say your fucked and get on with it.

 

Well the one’s who get spoiled are the same zero’s who gets dropped the hardest. A Danny Williams power bomb doesn’t have shit on this fall from grace. And you know what sucks more.

 

Being reminded of it every second.

 

Ring, Ring, and tired ole’ Ring.

 

A cell phone can be heard going off inside a gold STTTTTRETCH limo. The gadgets owner hesitates to answer already knowing the beginning and being apathetic for the end. Of course somewhere in the commandments it reads…

 

“If thou phone ringith, thou must answer it.”

 

A hand missing wrinkles and aging proves the owner to be quite the youth. The description fits since non other than the “Unique Youth” answers it with a painful twitch.

 

“It’s Zy…Zak.”

 

Even through the tunnel of grace Zyon has been able to keep his sanity and not turn into the character he plays, brother. He has even been able to keep his morals and manners well intact as he listens to the other end.

 

“Hey just called to make sure your doing alright. I mean you were doing great things with that title and defending it like a true champion. Are you feeling alright?”

 

Good lord Ben Hardy has found Zyon’s number. Actually it’s just an old acquaintance hailing from Indiana. The youth still making his road trip back to his home state immediately feels the need to hang up on another one of his memories. The pro wrestler throughout his childhood found many people who would remember him and cherish the moment he stepped in the squared circle, nationally televised. John the caller must feel quite proud he was able to get in touch with his SUPER BEST FRIEND, UBER AWESOME AMIGO, and well you get the picture.

 

Of course the former champ could care less. It’s Thursday and the week itself has been one giant get in touch fest with so called “friends.” Hearing different voices pitch out the same questions can be quite tedious especially on a road trip where your home is a limo that garners the attention of EVERYONE. Then again the other option is staying in hotel after hotel signing autographs for hours on end. It’s enough to make you sick.

 

“Yeah I’m fine. Just a little beat up and a bit disappointed in my performance.”

 

Zyon showing the type of charisma that could get him fired from the job that brought him from nothing to everything.

 

“Oh that’s great to hear man. Dude seriously everyone around here was pulling for you to destroy those two jobbers and come home for a victory party.”

 

The ignorance is astounding. Perhaps Father Time should…eh wishing bad things on others can backfire. Zyon can’t help but clutch his head trying to understand the simplicity of an opinion. Jobber is usually a term for someone who invites piss breaks not jaw dropping entertainment. And most importantly, these people rarely win. Nick Blum almost captured the hardcore title, lasting longer than the champion. And Marcus Ward went home with a shiny new piece of jewelry. He may not appear in a rap video, but rest assured he’s happy.

 

Victory Party???

 

As stupid as the off hand comment was, the youth hits a rock hard revelation. Removing his hand from his face he blinks through his decent hardcore title reign of all imposing terror…yeah. Sure he defended it well enough, but he soon found himself too caught up in the hype. Words like rookie sensation was being thrown around like petite individuals in a mosh pit. John’s opinion was simply word of mouth for the unknown Indiana native. For Zyon a world renowned name, it was a living. The swank limo itself symbolizes what Zyon’s conscience was spewing. Zyon slowly retreats back into reality ending the conversation…

 

“Hey man got to go.”

 

John never got a chance to say bye….oh well. The SWF employee lays his head back resting against the comfortable cushion. The limo driver doing what he is paid to do, drive and nothing else. For the first time the disappointment has been lifted and time has halted.

 

Toxxic defeated Scott Pretzler ending a heated feud. Afterward the three time world champ shaved his head and said goodbye to a career.

 

Evolution

 

Johnny Dangerous knocked of Ejiro as World Heavyweight Champion. A crowning of a new champion simply cannot be described.

 

Evolution

 

Zyon was dethroned of the hardcore title by Marcus Ward. A devastating defeat?

 

Evolution

 

 

Ground Zero was a night complete of black and white, but the effects were anything but. Zyon age 22 was brought into the limelight when he was ready to call it quits as a human being. A month later, Zyon age 22 feeling naked without the hardcore title has come to terms with life. For the first time in his SWF and Earthly run Zak Owens has been given the chance to see the light. No he doesn’t see God, Father Time, or Chuck Norris. What the “Unique Youth” does envision is a young man willing to continue. A young man able to rise above the flame and lock his previous run through life as a memorable lesson. For the first time in four days Zyon can finally relax and drift off into a beautiful slumber.

 

Victory through defeat…pretty sweet.

[Toxxic 0]

This promo was FUCKING AWESOME. It did verge on being up itself at points I admit, but stayed on the right side of it with some brilliant turns of phrase (and Chuck Norris). Only the second insight into the mind of Zyon - if this guy starts promoing in the ring he could be well on the way to greatness.

 

"Victory through defeat... pretty sweet."

[King Cucaracha 0]

^ Agreed. Awesome stuff man, a real good, dark promo...just like the old days.

[Toxxic 0]

Not even particularly dark, I don't think. Just a decent promo about someone coming to terms with the fact that they're now famous, but also not being satisfied in themselves. It's interesting.