Post by Ice Rock on Oct 27, 2022 11:39:40 GMT 10
<I> It's a dark cold autumn night and sitting in a grave yard in front of a freshly dug grave is a middle aged man with a long beard. Wearing a black leather jacket, black denim pants, bLack cowboy boots, and a black cowboy hat tipped down over his eyes. He had taken a steel chair and sitting on it backwards staring at the grave. </i>
Alot has changed through my life. We went through the Hogan and flair Eras through the 80s and the early 90s. Then through the rebellion era in the years of Steve Austin, DX, NWO, and ECw. Towards the end of that era promotions like AWO emerged, died off and rose again.
Invaders came through from federations past and for the most part fought against the awo loyalists. One thing that stood through. AWO accepted anyone and anything. Just think; AWO accepted a BDSM guy and a guy who's best friend was a penguin.
<i> The man goes silent for a moment never taking his eyes off the dug out grave. It's Dim but in the moonlight, you can see a headstone in front of the grave. The middle aged man takes a cigarette pack and lighter. from his pocket. As he lights a cigarette, he takes his hat off looking at it for a moment and throws it in the grave. </i>
I remember the feel of adrenaline rushing through my veins as I walked past the curtain and filled arenas roared, or booed as I walked down to the ring. I was severely hated and overwhelming loved through different times of my career. I put my body through hell with this promotion. A young kid with a chip on his shoulder and a live for the moment attitude. I had friends who fought by my friends side and at times against them. We bled in that ring, we fought in that ring and from bell to bell we created magic that people would never forget.
<i> the man stands up and removes his coat, throwing it into the grave exposing his black t-shirt with muscular arms. He takes his chair and does the same. Walking around the grave, he walks up to the headstone sitting on top as he looks down inside the grave. The top of his head clearly balding, it's clear he's visualizing memories of his past while looking down. </i>
That's all in the past now. A past crashing through tables, crashing off of cages, somehow surviving explosions. Did I come out without any consequences? Not a chance. Multiple broken bones, concussions, surgeries, addiction and depression. We all have our stories and we all have our crutches. This is the life we chose. There were lots of lows but man were there some great highs. It's time though. It's time to close the chapter and stop living in the past. Those days are gone. I'm not in my 20s anymore and the thought of ever doing that now makes my stomach turn. Not because I regret it or hated it. Because that man doesn't exist anymore. The person who had no cares and put it all on the line. The egomaniac, the guy who chased that next high of the crowd going nuts. The risk taker. He doesn't exist anymore. That guy didn't have a wife and family to support. That guy didn't have to wake up in the morning wondering if he can stand up if he gets out of bed because he doesn't trust his back to hold up.
<i> the man takes his lighter out and pulls a cloth from his pants pocket and lights it on fire. Throwing it into the grave, a large flame soon emits from it and a gas jug can be seen beside the grave. With the light from the flame glowing bright, the man gets off the headstone as "Ice Rock" is seen on the headstone. </i>
Ice Rocks do days are done. We had some memories through haven't we Shay? Drove you damn nuts but man I wouldn't change a damm thing. This isn't the face of an energetic young crazy bastard anymore. This is a grey bearded, middle aged tired face who realizes he can't do what his mind tells his he still can. So this is the death of Ice Rock. Derek Peters is still going strong and has a big fuck the world attitude but I express is in a far less insane way now. Instead of beating the shit out of someone with the most evil weapon I could find to inflict pain with, now I'll just sock a guy in the face and tell him to fuck off. Instead of driving a military tank through a state in a pissed off mood just to prove a point, I'll just state my point regardless of what someone thinks...So yes Ice Rock is gone. I'm much more mature they say. Like I said, I have a family. I cant be doing stupid shit and getting in trouble for it.
<i> Derek looks down and the grave still burning, with a look of peace and a smile. </i>
Good bye old friend. It was one hell of a ride. Until we meet again.
<i> Derek takes one more final look and walks off into the darkness as the flames being to dim. <i>
Alot has changed through my life. We went through the Hogan and flair Eras through the 80s and the early 90s. Then through the rebellion era in the years of Steve Austin, DX, NWO, and ECw. Towards the end of that era promotions like AWO emerged, died off and rose again.
Invaders came through from federations past and for the most part fought against the awo loyalists. One thing that stood through. AWO accepted anyone and anything. Just think; AWO accepted a BDSM guy and a guy who's best friend was a penguin.
<i> The man goes silent for a moment never taking his eyes off the dug out grave. It's Dim but in the moonlight, you can see a headstone in front of the grave. The middle aged man takes a cigarette pack and lighter. from his pocket. As he lights a cigarette, he takes his hat off looking at it for a moment and throws it in the grave. </i>
I remember the feel of adrenaline rushing through my veins as I walked past the curtain and filled arenas roared, or booed as I walked down to the ring. I was severely hated and overwhelming loved through different times of my career. I put my body through hell with this promotion. A young kid with a chip on his shoulder and a live for the moment attitude. I had friends who fought by my friends side and at times against them. We bled in that ring, we fought in that ring and from bell to bell we created magic that people would never forget.
<i> the man stands up and removes his coat, throwing it into the grave exposing his black t-shirt with muscular arms. He takes his chair and does the same. Walking around the grave, he walks up to the headstone sitting on top as he looks down inside the grave. The top of his head clearly balding, it's clear he's visualizing memories of his past while looking down. </i>
That's all in the past now. A past crashing through tables, crashing off of cages, somehow surviving explosions. Did I come out without any consequences? Not a chance. Multiple broken bones, concussions, surgeries, addiction and depression. We all have our stories and we all have our crutches. This is the life we chose. There were lots of lows but man were there some great highs. It's time though. It's time to close the chapter and stop living in the past. Those days are gone. I'm not in my 20s anymore and the thought of ever doing that now makes my stomach turn. Not because I regret it or hated it. Because that man doesn't exist anymore. The person who had no cares and put it all on the line. The egomaniac, the guy who chased that next high of the crowd going nuts. The risk taker. He doesn't exist anymore. That guy didn't have a wife and family to support. That guy didn't have to wake up in the morning wondering if he can stand up if he gets out of bed because he doesn't trust his back to hold up.
<i> the man takes his lighter out and pulls a cloth from his pants pocket and lights it on fire. Throwing it into the grave, a large flame soon emits from it and a gas jug can be seen beside the grave. With the light from the flame glowing bright, the man gets off the headstone as "Ice Rock" is seen on the headstone. </i>
Ice Rocks do days are done. We had some memories through haven't we Shay? Drove you damn nuts but man I wouldn't change a damm thing. This isn't the face of an energetic young crazy bastard anymore. This is a grey bearded, middle aged tired face who realizes he can't do what his mind tells his he still can. So this is the death of Ice Rock. Derek Peters is still going strong and has a big fuck the world attitude but I express is in a far less insane way now. Instead of beating the shit out of someone with the most evil weapon I could find to inflict pain with, now I'll just sock a guy in the face and tell him to fuck off. Instead of driving a military tank through a state in a pissed off mood just to prove a point, I'll just state my point regardless of what someone thinks...So yes Ice Rock is gone. I'm much more mature they say. Like I said, I have a family. I cant be doing stupid shit and getting in trouble for it.
<i> Derek looks down and the grave still burning, with a look of peace and a smile. </i>
Good bye old friend. It was one hell of a ride. Until we meet again.
<i> Derek takes one more final look and walks off into the darkness as the flames being to dim. <i>