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Date Posted: 23:46:33 10/09/00 Mon
Author: Chris Damm
Subject: The Reflecting God ~Proverbs~







::The scene fades in on a somewhat empty room in a disheveled apartment. What was at one time a studio...is now little more than a roach motel. Chipped sheet rock clutters the floor, broken furniture all over the place. The entire apartment is completely inhabitable, yet someone sits on a broken armchair, amidst the rubble. Damm, is staring blankly at a television, which is currently showing a screen of only snow. His eyes seem like empty pools, but yet there is something at work behind the apparent indifference.::

::He sits alone in the darkness, not wanting to see the visible scars from his latest match. He knows he is not ashamed of them, he'd just rather not dwell on them for the moment. He has only to look ahead...to look into what the doctor told him. Still, his thoughts couldn't help but fall back onto the match. He wanted to avoid thoughts like these, simply because he had a clear goal now. He knew where he wanted to go, and what he wanted to do. He knew well enough the GWA crews would come and ask him about the rematch Bock and Cage. He'd give respect where it was earned..and Bock and Cage earned their keep and their titles that night. Thoughts flooded through his mind as he anticipated the usual questions.::

::"When's the rematch?" "Do you feel cheated?" "What's next on your agenda?" "Can we expect to see you retaliate?" He almost became naseous as he thought about the question. Interviewers could be read like books...though they tended to be more like childrens' comics than anything else. He knew the question would pop up somewhere...and boy would the GWA be surprised. In truth, the Legion titles were just a detour....nothing more. He was now out of that situation....leaving Bock and Cage behind, polishing their new tin plates, that whole MOV group thinking of other conquests they could possibly manipulate into their favor. He pushed the thoughts of Bock and Cage aside, coming to a new thought. Well, not so new...it was one that had been creeping up on him for some time now....one that wasn't quite so pleasing.::

::He silently chided himself as he sat alone in the darkened room. Why give Outlaw another shot in a match, this time for a title? Did he want to throw the little dog another bone? What was the reason for this match? Certainly nothing could come of beating such a low class name...again. He watched the warm glow of the television, absent mindedly fast forwarding a tape he is somewhat watching.::

Damm: In my time here, I've seen a lot of things...some good, some bad. Throughout all of it, I've taken what comes to me with a grain of salt. I've seen things that annoyed me...that burned my blood....but I've let it slide. No more! I'm through with this crap...with this bulls*** Circle nonsense. In all my time here, I have never seen such a complete screw job in the making. I've never seen a plan so clearly laid out, that I can script the events around me better than even the people laying the plan down. I'm supposed to accept a third-rate hack as a contender to my title? I'm supposed to see the logic behind facing the Outlaw with my title on the line? Well, I'm sorry...but there's no reason whatsoever that this piece of crap to even be put on the same card as me, let alone the same ring. I've found another possible reason for this match....which I will get to a little later....but first, let's just get right to the heart of the matter.

Throughout history, there have been lessons taught. There have been traditions, rules and life lessons passed down from one generation to the next. They are told time and time again to teach people. Sometimes though....the message is not passed on the way it should be. Such is the case with some of the people in the GWA. Therefore, I have taken it upon myself to be the teacher. You can even say these are sermons. Do what you will with these lessons...ignore them if you wish. Just remember, a time comes when everyone will face the music. Only then, will you have wished you paid attention.

::Damm presses a button on the controller in his hand, and an image pops up on the screen. Upon closer inspection, words can be made out on the TV.::



~Longum iter est per praecepta, breve et efficax per exempla~
"Example is better than precept"


A simple proverb, though one tends to overlook both the importance and depth of such a saying. There are written rules in life, things that have been etched into stone to prescribe a particular course of action...but are they the best ways to lead your life from situation to situation? There are always a number of ways to go from one point to another....and there are ways to do so that have been handed down from generation to generation. It is the same in all things, has been since the dawn of time. However, when we are faced with a particular situation, can we just abide to the laws and rules that were given to us, or is there a better way? Is there something the ages have overlooked...something that could lead us to the same desired goal or objective, and still allow us to remain on the right path? There are those who play by the rules..then there are people who make their own. Both paths may lead to the so-called promised land....but which way gets the job done faster?

It's quite simple really, there's nothing more to it than common sense. You see, there are those who seek to join up with others and pool their assets. They see a merger as a strengthening factor, though they haven't looked at the big picture. In old times...when a village was faced with adversity, perhaps from a rival town or war-like culture...they immediately flocked under the cloak of a greater nation. Was it really greater? Was their savior enough to keep them where they were....to ensure their own qaulity of life? In some ways, it's possible that they have averted the threat to their borders...but they have lost their own identity as a result of the alliance. The strong devour the weak....and the weak become the herd. In that light...what is the greater nation....but a massive conglomerate of weaker herds?

Damm: I've been nice so far....and I've kept to my own side of the playground....but I've really had enough. I look around the GWA and I feel my stomach churning. All over the place, all I see are groups of idiots flocking under their respective banners....all in the hopes of coming out on top. Have we degenerated into such helpless creatures, that we can no longer stand alone when a challenge pops up? At the front of this disgusting display, is the little group known as the Circle. I've said some things in the past....but apparently I've sugarcoated it a bit too much. In response to my kindness and restraint, I am put in a match with the newest lap dog of the Circle...the Outlaw. Well, if a war is what you want....let's get it going. However....if you little amazon sluts jerking the strings of the Circle want to make an impression.....send me something worth a bit more than a washed up piece of shit like Outlaw.

Outlaw.....this little proverb is for you. You've been around long enough to see the Circle in action. While it's obvious you aren't the sharpest tool in the shed, even you have to see what's going on around you. You can deny it all you want...play your little part of the rebel....but everyone sees the real deal. You like to make people think you're something of a tough guy with a "devil may care" attitude...but the game's up. You can play the part, but I see Rachel Winston's leash around your scrawny neck...and I hear her cracking the whip whenever you step in front of a camera. Aren't you tired of being her little punching bag yet? Aren't you tiredo f her throwing you into situations you can't possibly fight your way out of? You can pretend all you want, but all you are right now....is one of the Circle's bitches. You need to break free of the precepts Outlaw....and stand for yourself like a man. Take your balls out of Rachel's pants and try doing something for yourself. Set an example....show me something.


~Aequam sevare mentem~
"To preserve an equable mind"


Triumph...attaining a goal....winning. Throughout history men and women have always strived for perfection. Perfection is achieved through triumph. Whether in battle or in daily life, to win something is to fill the heart with self satisfaction. Personal glory or fame is a desired result....but should it be the only thing one wants? A feeling of supremacy...a suspended feeling of triumph can lead to a sense of invulnerability. This feeling is usually the last one felt...right before your world crumbles to dust.

Disaster...failing to achieve a goal....losing. When one strives for something...whether a treasure or fame, to fail is devastating. With failure comes anger....with anger comes doubt. With doubt comes further failure. An endless cycle begins when one dwells on failure. Is failure so dreadful, that to feel it's icy grip once is to give up on everything that comes after? Or, should it be reflected upon only as a way to ensure that such failure is not repeated?

Triumph and disaster....two completely different outcomes that spawn all kinds of emotions. With triumph comes elation....with failure comes self-degradation. Are either one desirable? Winning is good....but like the old adage says...it's not everything. Losing is bad....but without failure, how can we appreciate success? It is for that reason, that regardless of winning or losing, you must keep an equable mind...treat disaster and triumph with equal indifference.

Damm: Some say I'm down on myself for losing the tag straps. Some say my confidence is shot. All of them are way off. You see....everyone who saw that match is well aware of the circumstances under which I lost my tag straps, and the video speaks louder than any words ever will. I can sit back and make excuses...but I won't. I lost, plain and simple. Does it affect me? Nope. Will it hurt me down the road? Nope. Will those events last week go unanswered. ::laughs:: You do remember who you're talking to, right?


~Nolens volens~
"Unwilling or willing"


There are some who find themselves in a position they wish to be in. They choose their path with a clear mind and set on down the road to a conclusion they wish to face. They realize the opposition...and they accept it as a means to an end. They willingly step down the road of adversity, in hopes of coming out on top, and with their goals attained.

Then, there are those who are thrust into a situation through no choice of their own. Their actions are governed by a controlling figure, one who has decided for them what is to be done. It is this kind of person who fights for nothing more than will of law. Without the sense of purpose behind them....or the strength of free will, they will not...CANNOT...fight to their fullest potential.

So it comes right down to this simple question. Do you stand alone....or is their someone pulling the strings...making you their puppet? Choices are made, not made for us. Should you choose the latter path, you have sealed your own fate. Your controller will not be there when the smoke clears...they will be too busy looking for the next puppet. Can you stand alone, or must you have someone lead you to the destination? Simple choice either way....drastic differences in the outcome every time.

Damm: Outlaw must be crazier than a shithouse rat to take this match. It's obvious that he didn't call for this...since he knows he doesn't have a prayer. It's too bad that he allows himself to get led around by his johnson, letting Miss Winston run his life for him. I tried to open his eyes, I tried to show him what was coming....but he continues to let her pull the strings. He lets her run the show....but now it's gone too far. Now, he is put in the ring with me, with no help....no protection. With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, what will Outlaw do now? Will he tuck tail and run....will he stand and deliver, only to fall once again....or will he finally realize the error of his ways, and cut the strings that guide him? Only time and possibly a vicious beating will tell.


~Aut non tentaris aut perfice~
"Either do not attempt, or finish the job"


Good intentions. Good intentions are good....but they don't get you all the way. In order to succeed, you must follow through. Too many times have people tried and tried...only to fail because during their journey, they let themselves slip. There is more to it than just getting there, much much more. It's not about talking and acting...it's about living and breathing your goals. Then, if by some chance you get there...you need to STAY there as well. However, too many people fall to the wayside along the way. It's those people who don't go all the way....who don't push themselves to their limits, then push themselves higher.

They don't follow through. They belive everything should be given to them. They feel the past glories and accolades should grant them rights to any and everything before them. They build themselves up just enough to get noticed....but they don't have what it takes to finish the journey.

Damm: This is just one of the things that amazes me about Outlaw. He's done his little trash talking bits...and he's even tried to beat me down in the back of one arena after another. Where did it all get him? Nowhere. His talking got his ass kicked in a triple threat match....and his attacks have only resulted in more beatings...only to be stopped by his friends. See, you're just like every other member of the Circle, Outlaw. You think that as long as you get to this point...the Circle will help you go the rest of the way. It's not happening Outlaw...you need to realize that. Depending on your little buddies to bail you out isn't going to get you anywhere. For a man who walks alone....you sure do follow the pack pretty well. You certainly appear to want to take me out...but we both know you can't and won't follow through.


~Experientia docet stultos~
"Experience teaches fools"


Some people never learn. Too often do they believe the hype....to often do they open their minds to the whispers all around them. They are beefed up with nothing but hot air, given false hope to fuel their desires...never stopping to realize that they have no hope of satisfying them.

These are the foolish...those who believe they are more than they are. They believe the lies....live the lies. They find strength, in those lies, not knowing their supposed strengths are their undoing. They allow these things to place them in situations where there is no escape....no chance at glory.

Unlike those who learn from their mistakes, the fools need further explanation. They require multiple examples, needing to be told time and time again. In some cases, the only lessons that can be given, are those at the other end of the whip. Though they are both stupid and stubborn...enough cracks will eventually send them elsewhere.

Damm: This goes right back to what I said before. You've tried to get the upperhand in this little personal vendetta of yours...but it hasn't gotten you anywhere. As much as I enjoy my job...and as much pleasure I take in tearing apart chumps like you, after a while, it gets repetitive. I'm sick and tired of beating you down. My last attack was meant to be a wake up call, but it appears you're still snoozing Outlaw. I hate wasting my time....but if it means you'll finally wake the hell up....I have no problems beating you down one more time.


~Pares cum paibus facillime congregartur~
"Birds of a feather flock together"


Common goals....this is what brings people together. Alliances are formed out of mutual desires. If one person seeks out a particular object, learning along the way that another seeks the same....they often find a joining up to be a good thing. With pooled resources and both sides working towards a common goal, it is easy to see that attaining them would be much easier with extra help. It's common sense...more resources makes for more resourcefulness. The individuals, now working together, can easily reach that plateau....and both will bask in the glory of their mutual success.

But....that is where the problems come in. One must remember....when you first found that person (now your partner), you were striving for the same goal. Sure, on the way up....everything was great...but now what? Now you stand at the top of the hill, alongside the person who wanted to get there just as badly as you did. Or maybe they wanted it more? Maybe you did. Suddenly, your friend doesn't seem so friendly. Maybe it's just paranoia...or maybe it's a real threat. Whatever the case may be....now you're back by yourself....too bad you're not actually by yourself on the top of the hill. How long until you are thrown from the top?

Damm: The Circle. A group of power hungry snakes trying to control everything around them. At one point, you just might have gotten to where you wanted to, and now the cracks are showing. Infighting and all these other problems are popping up all around you...and the Circle is collapsing on itself. In the midst of the self destruction, The OUtlaw has chosen to align himself with the Circle...at the behest of Rachel Winston.

Does this strike anyone else as strange? As time and tape has shown....in recent history, Outlaw has slowly fallen apart piece by piece. A once promising career is quickly dissolving, coming apart at the seems. With this downward spiral in full effect, what does Rachel Winston do? She brings him into the Circle...which is also on a downward spiral of it's own. I don't like to start rumors or stir the pot....::laughs::....but this looks like a case of sabotage.


~Uno saltu duos apros cepere~
"Kill two birds with one stone"


It's not often that you get a chance to do such a thing....the situations never really aligning properly. Too often something puts a snag in the gears...and while things are still kept in motion, one or both things are held up just enough to keep them out of sync.

Then, sometimes....by some sort of luck...such a chance is given to you. Sometimes a representative can be put before you...which could send a message back to the homefront if executed properly. It is during these times, so few and far between, that you must strike quickly...and accurately. The chance may never come again to get your point across and overcome your targets, so dive in and take it.

Damm: Now this match, while laughable and annoying...does have it's benefits. Sure, the outcome is already known, sure it's a waste of time and effort...but maybe this is my opportunity to knock on the door of the Circle Television Network. What better way to knock on their door, then to use Outlaws head? It's obvious that Miss Winston and the rest of her little cronies have sent Outlaw to me as a sacrificial lamb, so I'm going to make an example of him. With any luck...the Circle will finally see their fate and close the doors for good. It's high time a message was sent....it's time for someone to be sacrificed to send the proper message to the Circle.

I've tried talking....I've tried attacking....I've tried everything really. None of it seems to get anywhere. Nothing I've done so far has gotten the full attention of the Circle...and I'm sure they'll say it's because I'm not worth paying attention to. If that were true though....this match wouldn't even be happening, so they've destroyed that idea already. Well, now that I have a Circle member in a match, maybe I can finally send the message needed to get my point across. When they see Outlaw after the match.....they'll start paying closer attention....trust me.

::Damm presses a button on the controller, and the TV clicks off. Damm throws the controller against a wall, leaning back comfortably in his chair.::

Damm: I don't have any catchy phrases in Latin or English for this part.....so let's just call this little segment....


"Putting you in your place...and shutting your asses up once and for all"


Damm: Let's talk a little about Rachel Winston. Yeah....I know people will probably try to remind me that she's not in the match...but since she seems to wear the penis in that relationship....and I'd much rather talk to the man of the couple, I'm going to talk about her for a moment. First of all, I really would appreciate it if you said something new, Rachel. I've heard the old "so boring he puts me to sleep" line ad nauseum. That's been done more times than Stacey Jordan. So...in light of your little comments....I think it's time to say a few things about you.

Your little pussy Outlaw does fear me...not because I get long-winded....not because I'm so boring.....but because he knows that he can't beat me. You can call the triple threat match we were both in a throwaway, but let's face it....EVERY match he's put in is a throwaway. It sounds to me like you just keep making excuses for his lackluster performances. Bad booking...full moon....the match was on the fourth Tuesday in April after sundown...it's just one excuse after another. When will you give it up? Outlaw might have had some talent a while back, but it's obvious that whatever he had is long gone. You know damn well that you're dragging around a lump of shit that can't cut it in this business anymore. Only reason you have some confidence is because you're counting on the rest of those pu**ies you run with to help your man out of this one.

I bet you think I lead a charmed life. You probably think I got my title shots handed to me. You won't be the first or last to say that...but it makes no difference. I've been thinking like that as well...since I saw this match in print. Exactly what has Outlaw done to deserve this shot? It's not talent....it's not a winning streak. I want to know who you fucked to get him this match, cause that's the only way I see this match happening. You and your little f**king degenerate wannabe tough guy don't deserve to f**king lick my boots clean, and you say I'm the golden one? You're right....I AM the golden one...because there's not ONE GOD DAMN PERSON who can take my title from me. I am the golden one because I beat every single person worth a s**t in this fed, and also your boy the Outlaw....to get this title. I busted my ass to get here...beat everyone in the Gladiator title match to get here. I paid my dues as they say...and I worked my ass off to get my title...what did Outlaw do? Does he deserve a shot because I faced him already? Is that the new standard? Everyone I beat the piss out of in the past gets a title shot? Is that why Outlaw is right at the top of the list, cause I kicked his ass so badly in that triple threat match? No....there's only one reason this match was signed..and I'm going to set the record straight once and for all.

It's not talent....it's not the large draw. It's Steven Fury satisfying his own morbid fascination with the pain of others. Not many people know Fury like that....they see him as a nice, funny guy. Me? I know what he's all about. Deep down in places people don't like to talk about....Fury is a sick bastard. He loves to watch people get torn apart...he likes seeing people beaten to the ground. That's why he signed this match....because he knows that putting Outlaw in a ring with me again will be one of the most horrific beatings the GWA has ever seen. This match is happening because Fury wants to watch someone gets the shit kicked out of him....and when you ask around the locker room, looking for the one guy who's guaranteed to take a good ass kicking...guaranteed to be the perfect lamb for the slaughter...the same name pops up everytime. Outlaw.

You little Circle morons have been leading the charmed life...keeping everyone scared by your reputations, keeping the lions at bay with numbers. That's all over...and everyone of you realizes it. You know the times are changing...you know the tides are turning. The reign of the Circle is long dead, and you just can't handle it. To make up for it, to lick your wounds...you're all building up excuses for this and that....never once pointing the finger at your own incompetence.

Rachel, you need to know your place in this business and keep your tricked out ass IN IT! You and your group don't mean shit here anymore....so get over yourself. If Outlaw had half a brain in his head, he'd realize the situation and run for the border. If he doesn't....I can promise you and everyone else in and around the GWA....he's a f**king dead man.


YES FOLKS...HE IS THAT F@!#'N GOOD!!!




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