3/8/2012:
Stopping by woods on a snowy evening, I realized how heavy my thoughts had become on conflicts, resolutions and gold. My mind in
unrest at the toilsome choices before me I came to realize that foolish choices were made, and harder ones were yet to be rendered.
While staring down two roads in the yellow wood I knew that I must make a choice, and knowing how way leads onto way knew there would
be no turning back.
They who have no arms, have the cleanest of hands. No matter how glorious my muscular arms may be, my hands are not unclean. For
you see it was I who took the undaunting task to set forth opponents who could outmatch Akuma. It was I who let vengeance, anger,
and dignity blind me from what is truly important. Things like comradery, championships and recovery. While the Kentuckiest of
Gentlemen, Chuck Taylor and the Cat of all Pajamas, Johny Gargano would never go gentle into the good night, for me to put them or
the Campeonates de Parejas in jeopardy is like the lovers lost...and yet love remains. Having Akuma banned from CHIKARA
would indeed
be glorious, but the stench and animosity he's left would linger in the locker room for days to come.
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I wandered through the woods like a small boy lost, when a divine image appeared before me. A small tree with branches twisted
and gnarled, a gross deformity of nature gave me an idea like no other. If I could make the tyger, why not construct the lamb?
Why not save the precious energy of our Campeones de Parejas? Why not use Greg Iron's pent up anger and energy to halt Akuma's
journey to rejoining the CHIKARA roster?
Time is a virtue and simple spectation is for the commoners. So I decree that this battle for retribution of lost honor shall
take place this very month on March 25th, in the Ottawa, Ontario. In addition to assure I have the best seat and keep idle hands
busy I shall give myself the honor of being your very special guest...
ICARUS
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