Post by Drunky McGee on May 3, 2012 16:52:11 GMT -5
PART 1: THE BLOG
The following blog was posted on http://www.officialrickmad.com:
So.
I never thought I'd see this day. Never in a million years did I think that I'd hold the UWA World Title.
That may conflict with some things I may have said in the past - hey, a guy has to seem confident, right? But in my heart of hearts.. up until the moment that Logan's hand hit the mat for that third time.. I just couldn't see it happening. Not that I didn't believe in myself, but I just didn't think that fate, the universe, whatever, would allow me to reach this point again.
But with the support of my friends and you, my fans, I made it to the top. This is terribly corny, but thank you! Thank all of you, from the bottom of my heart. Obviously, I couldn't have ever done it without you.
The coming weeks will be challenging. It isn't easy to be a man in my position. Everyone in UWA is going to be gunning for me. Including Joanne Canelli, someone who has beaten me in the past.. and who has become a woman I have much respect for. Clearly, she's the second best wrestler in the company. No one can possibly argue that. But until she beats me for this belt, that is all she'll ever be: second best. And I'd like to see her try.
So yes, friends, fans, and family too. I've reached my highest point once more; I've never been better! There have been some rumors about my personal life and problems I've been having, but I assure you: these are rumors. I'm the happiest I've been in years, I'm at the top of my profession. I'm okay, I promise.
Nuff f'n said,
Rick Mad
Part 2: REALITY
Rick took another quick chug of his bottle of liquor. He was once again hunched over at his computer desk, and had just finished typing the preceding blog. He pushed the button to submit it to his website. After a few seconds, it was done. Rick smiled.
Rick Mad: I'm.. yeah. Never fuckin' better.
Clearly, talking to himself, Rick was drunk. He grabbed his bottle of liquor and went to head to his bed, but stumbled, fell, and landed hard on the floor. The bottle fell, its contest beginning to spill onto his carpet. He looked up, caring for one quick moment, before deciding that the effort of standing up to get into the bed would be too much. He fell into a drunken slumber.