survivor

[Nate Bishop]

In a very, very short career my path has been on par with legends in this business. I’ve been hailed as a coming greatness, a diamond in the rough. In a few short years, this kid will be the best thing in the world. Then one day it all fell apart. It took me a few months to get back on my feet and low and behold Nate Bishop has captured his first title. I’m on top of the world looking down an I’m starting to see the fires springing to life. Some of those fires are of hope an others distain. I know that I’m not a bad guy, or even a good man with cruel intentions.

All I am is Nate Bishop.. A survivor, an “over-comer “

and most importantly I am a man that doesn’t go down with out a fight. As true as it was a few months ago, its still true today..

Believe it.


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:: Nate Bishop sits on a bench at the top of a hill in a local park as the sun starts to set with amazing hues and shades of colors and light. The mix of orange and pink dance off the horizon as if the sun doesnt want to say its good-byes to the world just yet. Nate sits there as the comming autum chill brushes past his face as he re adjusts his north face pull over to help shield his cheeks from the biting wind. Take closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. Nate looks up and sees the moon off to his left, what seems like mear feeet, he kows is a vast diffrence of thousands, if not millions of miles. It put a smile on his face as it made him cotomplative about his career and life. ::

It was that of panic that raced through my mind. I couldn’t understand it. The attack kept coming and he grew more violent. Just when I thought it was over, my hearing went. I didn’t have that bell tone that you get when people talk about you, I had nothing. I could stick my head in a bowl of rice crispys and still have nothing. I was beaten up pretty good, pleading for this man, my friend, and mentor to stop with this brutal attack but there was no mercy for me. As I looked up upon him I saw his arm reared back.. And then blackness. I know that opponent has died or at least came as close as an “immortal “ could come to dying but to me.. That was death. I wish I could tell you when I woke up but I can’t recall that. All that I could tell you is that being told that wrestling was out an a nine to five job was in.. that was death.

My father Eric Bishop was wrestling promoter in Pennsylvania, he even went national with his company EWA. Extreme wrestling was a past time in the good ol’ PA and my dad tried his hand and for the most part succeeded. That’s when I met Odin Balfore, just about twelve years ago. At ten years old, this man was more then a giant in my eyes. He was truly larger then life but most importantly he was my friend. Back then Odin was a great guy, very friendly and funny. You can still see that today, even though it’s a bit warped an insane. If I had known that he would have changed into what he is today and that in wrestling there’s always an uneasy ground to walk on, I probably wouldn’t have become one..

But then again… I wouldn’t be having the time of my life either.

I died a few months ago, my career was suppose to be over but I wasn’t about to lay down and die because Odin Balfore thought me a lesson, a lesson I have yet to thank him for. He taught me that day not to take anything in this business for granted, I felt I was untouchable and that was the problem. What he showed me was that even though I wasn’t perfect, he showed that I damn well could be. I fought to get where I am today an I know that doesn’t seem like much to guys like him or assholes like Colt, even slaves to the system like Neptune but its something that I hold dear an if someone doesn’t appreciate it.. I’ll make them.

I know that to Denise this may be a slap in the face an if t is.. Then good. A metaphorical death has a much deeper impact then a physical one. With a metaphorical death, you have to relive that day over and over and nit-pick every other possible outcome that the situation may have had to offer.

What empathy do you have towards death; you don’t. You don’t appreciate life, you envy it, you envy a true physical death. Don’t hand me that “ I die every time I see a loved one die” Bull crap because that’s just what it is. You don’t die on the inside, maybe you once did but not anymore. You’ve become desensitized to the basic elements of humanity.

Do you get that? You’re not even human anymore, you’re an abomination to everything that breaths and sings songs on borrowed time. You Denise Du Pris are an abomination even onto yourself because you an still do those things and keep on going until something “ extraordinary happens “

you get your head looped off like a Charlie Brown football gag.

I’m a nice guy but I’m not here to play nice Denise or Martha, or Janet or what ever other names you’d had in the hundreds of years that you’ve existed. I’ve died once an that’s more then I can say about you. Any amount of empathy, apathy, sympathy or any other form of “ pathy “ - don’t you come at me and try to play it because its something that you can never understand…

much like I can’t understand living “ forever .” Tell you what Denise, if your ever longing to “ live a mortals life “ do yourself a favor and go find the nearest low dropping, rollercoaster you can find.. You know, the ones that comes within five or so feet from the ground. Go find one of them rides, hop the double fence that tell you and warn you of decapitation, hop those fences, take a breath and wait for liberation.

For to die is a great adventure, I know because I’ve been living it every day.. But to live the way that you have.. You might as well never existed and that’s a fate worse then death. If you want though Denise, I can deliver you to it. I can deliver you Denise Du Pris to the metaphorical death that you are soo desperately and deeply seek.

Or maybe not.

Either way it doesn’t matter much to me because you want something petty in the grand scheme of your life. You want MY Television title. I don’t understand that, I don’t understand why you want it, why you want to be a wrestler. You’ve lived a long time, seen amazing things that many people would literally die for, yet you want MY TV title? Well aren’t we just a selfish bitch? You must have been the basis for Dr. Seuss’s “ How the Grinch Stole Christmas “ because not only are you a bitch but you’re a spiteful one at that.

All that is strangely ok though because where as this s what you’re doing to pass your meaningless abomination of an existence is my LIFE. I was born a wrestler and bred a wrestler but Monday night I’ll make you that you die one as well and maybe then your life will actually have some meaning. When Nate Bishop snuffed out your little career here in UWA before you even had a chance to get it going. We both know that the future is uncertain but be sure of one thing…

Nate bishop is the chosen future an it starts with MY TV title and the humbling of one Denise Du Pris because to die is the only adventure, one I’d be more then happy to set you on. Abashed the devil stood Denise as he felt how awfull goodness is, how awfull greatness was and so shall you. It's innevitable that we meet and that you fall to Nate Bishop. Its a matter of what I am, a wrestler against what you wish you are and know that in all the hundreds of years you have to hone this craft, I am something you can never match, equal or over come because you're not a survivor , an over-comer. You got lucky by the grace of a vengefull god. Monday night will be diffrent because you havent had to claw and srape against a profermer like me but you soon will an I will keep MY TV title and make you a believer weather you like it or not.

:: The sun finnaly sests on Nate as his thoughts are left to hang in the twilight of the night as he stands up and continues on his way through the night. ::