Post by Zack Fantana on Sept 10, 2016 6:37:45 GMT
Click, click
The nerves are clearing working on Zack Fantana as the time dwindles down until his first legitimate match in many months. He sits at the desk in his Manhattan apartment, rhythmically clicking the retractable ballpoint pen in his hand off and on as he stares out the window into all the lights that come with New York City at night.
"It's been quite some time since my last 'fight day'. An agonizing wait. Sometimes I thought it would never end. Alas, here I am, almost within reach."
Click, click.
"At any point during that seven month period of time I had with post-concussion syndrome, I would have been well within my rights to just say, 'I'm out, I'm done, I quit,' and called it a career. I could have hung up my boots in month three or four and most people would agree that would have been okay. After all, dreams die every day in the cesspool of despair that we call the United States of America. What's one more log in the fire?
Because let's face the facts, most people are quitters in one way or another. It's part of being human. I know you want to believe that the spirit of John Blade lives within us all but the fact of the matter is that most people are cowards. Most people don't have what it takes to gut it out when they fall on hard times.
What's worse, the world is betting on you being a quitter. The economy is built on it.
When you've given up on your health for the day, you buy a Baconator.
When you've given up on your brain for the day, you turn on 'Toddlers in Tiaras'.
And when you've giving up on having a normal relationship with a human being ever again, you order an anime body pillow off Amazon Prime.
So where do we turn to for inspiration? Our heroes let us down all the time. After all, they're human too. It's so hard to find someone you can entrust with your support. And as for God, well, he's just so busy these days. So where does that leave us? Where else can you turn?"
Zack spins around in his chair to face the camera with his arms spread in welcoming fashion.
"Ladies, gentlemen, quitters of the world, I accept you. Yes, me. I'll be your paragon of willpower and strength. I will be the living vessel of the hopeless and disenfranchised."
Text slowly scrolls across the screen reading, "Don't follow your dreams. Follow your Fantanasy. @zackfantana"
"I want to give you back that feeling of hope, so I will allow you to live vicariously through me as I achieve what many deemed impossible and walk out of Livewire with the EOW Atlantic Championship and the EOW Heavyweight Championship slung over either shoulder.
Do you need credentials? Refer to the last seven months. Refer to my highlight reel. Refer to my entire career. I have never been afraid to take a risk to win a match.
I should be intimidated, shouldn't I? Trust me, I've been informed. I've had people chirping in my ear all week. They think I'm crazy for coming off a lengthy hiatus and immediately putting my stamina to the test in a Lethal Lottery. They call me crazy for stepping into the ring with strikers like Scion, Quinn, Riddle, and Greyson after a concussion. Well, maybe I am crazy. Maybe that's my best attribute. Is stubbornness a statistic tracked by the stat geeks? Because I think I might be leading that category.
So I may be crazy but my confidence is not false bravado. It's a survival technique. Because if you step into a cage with talent of this caliber and you have a moment of hesitation, you might as well just stay home, because you damn sure aren't going to win a championship.
I'll show you what confidence gets you, folks. Tune into hulu on Sunday night and I'll give you something to believe in.
This is going to be the night you can look back on proudly as a fan of Zack Fantana. The night the broken man climbed off the hospital bed and outlasted nine other men and women to become EOW's very first Heavyweight champion."
Fantana slowly begins to turn away from the camera, but pauses.
"It may not be that dramatic, but never forget history is written by the winners."
Click, click.
"I've got my pen ready."
Click, click.
The nerves are clearing working on Zack Fantana as the time dwindles down until his first legitimate match in many months. He sits at the desk in his Manhattan apartment, rhythmically clicking the retractable ballpoint pen in his hand off and on as he stares out the window into all the lights that come with New York City at night.
"It's been quite some time since my last 'fight day'. An agonizing wait. Sometimes I thought it would never end. Alas, here I am, almost within reach."
Click, click.
"At any point during that seven month period of time I had with post-concussion syndrome, I would have been well within my rights to just say, 'I'm out, I'm done, I quit,' and called it a career. I could have hung up my boots in month three or four and most people would agree that would have been okay. After all, dreams die every day in the cesspool of despair that we call the United States of America. What's one more log in the fire?
Because let's face the facts, most people are quitters in one way or another. It's part of being human. I know you want to believe that the spirit of John Blade lives within us all but the fact of the matter is that most people are cowards. Most people don't have what it takes to gut it out when they fall on hard times.
What's worse, the world is betting on you being a quitter. The economy is built on it.
When you've given up on your health for the day, you buy a Baconator.
When you've given up on your brain for the day, you turn on 'Toddlers in Tiaras'.
And when you've giving up on having a normal relationship with a human being ever again, you order an anime body pillow off Amazon Prime.
So where do we turn to for inspiration? Our heroes let us down all the time. After all, they're human too. It's so hard to find someone you can entrust with your support. And as for God, well, he's just so busy these days. So where does that leave us? Where else can you turn?"
Zack spins around in his chair to face the camera with his arms spread in welcoming fashion.
"Ladies, gentlemen, quitters of the world, I accept you. Yes, me. I'll be your paragon of willpower and strength. I will be the living vessel of the hopeless and disenfranchised."
Text slowly scrolls across the screen reading, "Don't follow your dreams. Follow your Fantanasy. @zackfantana"
"I want to give you back that feeling of hope, so I will allow you to live vicariously through me as I achieve what many deemed impossible and walk out of Livewire with the EOW Atlantic Championship and the EOW Heavyweight Championship slung over either shoulder.
Do you need credentials? Refer to the last seven months. Refer to my highlight reel. Refer to my entire career. I have never been afraid to take a risk to win a match.
I should be intimidated, shouldn't I? Trust me, I've been informed. I've had people chirping in my ear all week. They think I'm crazy for coming off a lengthy hiatus and immediately putting my stamina to the test in a Lethal Lottery. They call me crazy for stepping into the ring with strikers like Scion, Quinn, Riddle, and Greyson after a concussion. Well, maybe I am crazy. Maybe that's my best attribute. Is stubbornness a statistic tracked by the stat geeks? Because I think I might be leading that category.
So I may be crazy but my confidence is not false bravado. It's a survival technique. Because if you step into a cage with talent of this caliber and you have a moment of hesitation, you might as well just stay home, because you damn sure aren't going to win a championship.
I'll show you what confidence gets you, folks. Tune into hulu on Sunday night and I'll give you something to believe in.
This is going to be the night you can look back on proudly as a fan of Zack Fantana. The night the broken man climbed off the hospital bed and outlasted nine other men and women to become EOW's very first Heavyweight champion."
Fantana slowly begins to turn away from the camera, but pauses.
"It may not be that dramatic, but never forget history is written by the winners."
Click, click.
"I've got my pen ready."
Click, click.
