THE DREAMCATCHER

"Kings never bow, but they unapologetically show you how to do so." Stabitha, Stabitha, Stabitha. Hmpf. Didn't I tell you I was going to make you famous? Didn't I tell you I was going to do whatever needed to put you in the dirt like earthworms? Didn't I try my best to explain to you that in any habitat, I AM THE MINISTER OF MASTERPIECES, the alwasy welcome GUEST OF HONOR, THE DREAMCATCHER himself? I don't just say things to say things, nor do I politic with unbearable misfits to project my image into the gossip in the world of wrestling. I wrestle. I compete. I control, alt, delete whatever feats you deem as something I should be impressed by. You're unquestionably marketable, but you're not top tier when it comes to this. You may not want to admit these things to yourself, but if you need mediation, trust me, I'd gladly put you where you need to be. The whole smorgasbord of what you try to present to the onlooking crowdbase is viciously flawed. ...

  "When duty calls, you make the most of your appearance that eventually carves your legacy. I will NOT disappoint." The doctor made it very clear that he was disappointed in my want to  still compete at the highest level. He admonished me as if I was a fourth grader that used random crayons and black and red permanent markers to scribble all of the main hallways walls just because I didn't have anything else to do. I know he meant well the entire time, even as a pup, but I distinctly remember doing my best to open my ears and actually listen to what someone else had to say. Most days it was very mundane and basic, but every once in a while he would kick me some knowledge. He's thinking about the career path I openely let it be known  -- I'd want to travel. So my weekly visits always set well, but I knew at the same time there would always be issues or contradictions between my profession and his. I refuse to divulge the name now, but you will know when you know. ...

"Desparation is the courage of cowards." Extraordinary. I calmly maneuver like that of Flash Gordon and break an opponent's delivery incredibly fast; over easy is the wave and I don't relate the context with Door Dash . Manipulation is the goal of a clever opportunist, so why did any of you think I would ever change? Staying the same is what has allowed me to officially arrive in the space that I hold. The Christ from your childhood is who told me this. Or maybe it was a stoic mentor you kept in touch with throughout your many, many and overexplained travels. Stay relentlessly vigilant, stay militantly vocal, but pick your spots cautiously like parking spot before a night out on the town. Please adjust your focus and walk steadily with me as the MINISTER OF MASTERPIECES illustrates andother glory-filled picture yet again for the longing people and, of course, Jason Christopher. At this point, there is literally no other way for me to get the main point across, so.. ...

  "I love the way you lie." Spoken word from the madman himself. I fired my interpretor by the way. I distinctly remember smelling a breakfast consisting of maple bacon, scrambled eggs and syrup covered pancakes when I casually woke up under my own power most days as a small child. I vividly remember the majority of words being kind and of good nature being shot-putted my way on a daily basis. I remember my family showering me with smiles that told me I didn't owe them anything back and a confidence that anyone would pray for even if it was every once in a while. I remember blindly fitting in no matter what the picture painted for said day, said month, said year. I remember it being easy. I remember it being less than contrary because I had a family that shamelessly protected me from the world we live in. Then, always. All ways. I remember smiling at my smaller cousins' 8 year old birthday parties because it made them feel a way internally that was positive. I rememb...

"Until the lion tells the story, the hunter will always be the hero." His theme music continues to thwart any apathy towards the opponent he just bested. He carefully gathers himself and made short time in taking advantage of the sliver of a moment. He walks slowly to the corner turbuckle facing the ramp and climbs to see a sea of starving fans showing their honest appreciation for one of the new - soon to be - stars of Ultra Combat Sports. He slowly points to a fan holding a red and black sign with the appropriate words of "WE LOVE COMBAT SPORTS" . The elated woman wearing said shirt noticed this was happening as they caught each others eyes. She took the hook.  He emphatically points towards the fan and screams, "I DO TOO ", knowing the loving fan or anyone involved could barely hear anything from the person sitting beside them. From there, THE GUEST OF HONOR , raises both of his arms with his fists wide open. He aggressively aims them at the comulous cl...

"Because I just may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it." | And you want to preach that it's all arrogance,  He took a deep breath exiting his poshy Uber. His incredible stature, always strong, his utterly disliked attitude clearly in a space he doen't ever want to be in. An all off black suit, likely exclusively tailor made with a gray old school turtleneck protecting his Adam's Apple like products that were rapidly produced and purchased resulting from the player catching a skate up high on the hockey ice a few months back. His wool socks were a playful gray that matched his turtle neck which actually had green turtles specaled across their entirety. I patienctly  walked forward towards the entrance a few small steps and felt a vibration in his fornt right pocket. He clearly didn't want to deal with it, but at this particular point in time he had no choice. He grabs his iPhone, and hoists it to his right ear slowly. Pensive.  "What? ", he say...