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Post by Wade Mason on Aug 24, 2009 13:51:48 GMT -5
[Single Match] Ja-Gi Kyung Moon Vs. Harvey Clayton
Limit: Two Each Maximum First Deadline: Saturday August 29th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Sunday August 30th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by jagi on Aug 29, 2009 22:59:11 GMT -5
Mood: Argon Listening To: Dr. Themarcus getting called on the P.A. system. Quote of the Day: "There's no better time to kick a man than when he's down. Honor be damned; he's right there, you don't even have to put much effort into it, and best of all, it's not like he's going to retaliate with a counter-punch to the face or something."
So I'm sure you all hoped that I'd go away after last week. That I'd slink away into a hole, tail between my legs, nicely neutered after a debut loss to Xaria Linette. Well, it didn't happen like that. First of all, I never guaranteed a win. At no point did I attempt to reduce my opponent to the level of being worthless garbage like so many others. And why would I do that? I'm not invincible or untouchable. Had I taken the approach of so many others, than even if I did win, nothing short of absolute, unscatched domination would be a "victory" for me. If somebody's shit, after all, and they keep me on the ropes for a while, then I just got shit all over me and for a while there was nothing I could do about it.
But I have been quiet this week. Not because I've run out of things to say or because I didn't feel like you would benefit from hearing my words. Much more mundane than that. Dad's years of smoking caught up to him and he lost a final battle with lung cancer. Am I sad? No. I told him to quit, I offered to pay for it. He knew the risks. The fucking things have been called "cancer sticks" for centuries so nobody gets to say they had no idea that cigarettes were harmful to one's health. And even though lighting up a pack of Marlboros should be just as illegal as freebasing heroin, there's too much tax money and white wealth tied into tobacco (and alcohol, for that matter) that anything will ever be done about it. It's awkward for me because I think that those products should be taken off of shelves but I also don't give any sympathy for anybody who goes out that way.
But then there's mom. Young (I refuse to call him Jacob) and I were spending our time consoling our mother because even if Young was ambivalent to our pop and I hated the asshole, our mother loved him and was not happy to see him go. Of course, that leaves me to wondering how bad mom's lungs might be riddled from secondhand smoke and all because Dad felt that it was his right to engage in such a harmful vice, harmful not only to himself but also to those around him that he purported to care for and love.
Make no mistake -- I'm coming to Animosity 2. I had shit to do this week but it's not as though I can't put it on hold to work. I've only gotta show up one day a week for about 10 minutes, at the least. I can do that. But it's not like I'll be dedicating my match to dear old dad, whom I will freely talk about even if he's recently deceased (because if you could never talk bad about the dead, Hitler would only be remembered as a determined art student and lover of animals). The fact is, this is a sport, and it's a business. It's about the fight, putting on a good show and making the big bucks. Dad has nothing to do with it; honestly he was more of an inconvenience to me this week.
And it's not like I'm going to go on a related tirade about Harvey Clayton's vice or alcohol abuse. He's a weak-willed man for whom I have no pity and I'm going to beat his ass to the best of my ability and hopefully he'll be just sober enough to feel bad about anything I do to him. But that's gonna be on Monday. For now, I'm busy. And whoever keeps sending Kyle and Ennis to film, CUT IT THE FUCK OUT. This is family time.
Out, bitches.
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