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HWF-online.com | Board of Education | Layout Does your pain just disappear? Will I ever feel your love? Once again my dear
Getaway – The Music The faint scent of sweat meandered on the tip of my nose, tickling me as it did so. Crawling through the tunnel had been no easy task, but I figured that I was going to emerge a better person because of it. That’s what the journey had been all about too – finding myself. “We are nearly there,” announced my conscience, leading me forward along the narrow passageway. I couldn’t see him, but still, I knew I wasn’t alone. I’d felt alone for far too long too… the cycle was finally breaking. It was time to move on. I’d never imagined that wrestling would take me down a murky, cobweb filled tunnel, but then again, nothing to do with my career had even been straight forward. As a superstar, you expect life to unfold before you with spectacular results. Parties. Booze. Women. Nobody ever bothers to tell you about the dirty side of the industry and how, if you’re not careful, it can kill you. Had I had not beaten Pericolo, then maybe that’s the fate that I would have suffered. I prefer to not to think about it really. But, I guess I have to think about it. If you ignore the bad times in your life, then there’s a chance they can return to haunt you. You’ve got to learn from situations and ensure that they don’t happen again. And so, as I crawled through that tunnel, looking forward to the gleaming, white light that guarded the exit, that’s when I realised that I was wasn’t so different from Jon Fuller.
The cemetery hadn’t seen so much action for quite some time. Sure, people continued to be lowered into the ground on a daily basis – but, on this particular morning, the fields were crowded with the sound of silent feet. Even the soil moaned about being trodden on so many times as it eroded and morphed into a muddy version of its former self. “What the bloody hell is going on?” inquired one of the sods. “They’re not burying Michael Trey again, are they?” “I don’t think so. But, there are definitely a few wrestlers knocking about,” replied Jim the Earthworm, as he scurried about the moist pastures aimlessly. Being a curious little fellow, Jim decided to investigate, and so, grabbing his little tail, buried his head underneath the ground and set off on yet another adventure. Life as an Earthworm is very different to that of a human. You’ve not really got any direction in life. No job. No women. No Swiss bank account. Everything is either soil… or the noises that came from above the soil. That’s how worms find their way around too – they listen, paying great attention to the humans that run the Planet from above them. You might even say that they can understand English too. “I’m sorry, Jon. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through,” murmured a voice from above. Jim popped his head up through the soil. “She was a good woman. My thoughts and prayers are with you.” Jon Fuller hung his head as the speaker patted him on the back and finally left him on his own for a few seconds. Jim tried to comprehend the pain that Jon was experiencing, but he couldn’t. After all, even if you slice an Earthworm in two… they don’t really feel a thing. Jim looked towards the Heavens and thanked the Lord that he’d been born an Earthworm and not a human. Humans are simply far too vulnerable. “She was the best,” muttered Jon to himself, placing his head in his hands and staring down directly at Jim. Just as Chris Champion seemed to do whilst fighting his own demons, Jon Fuller stood alone. No one was there to back him up and re-iterate that his Mum was the best. No one. “The best,” he added, in an attempt to justify himself to the world. Jim didn’t care though. Earthworms aren’t allowed to have emotions. Maybe that’s why they’re actually better equipped to tackle life than their human counterparts. Sinking back into the mud, Jim simply shook his head and began his aimless mission once again. There was still a lot of noise in the graveyard… but it wasn’t coming from Jon Fuller’s neck of the woods. Tunnelling through the dirt and debris, the little worm found the time to greet Bobby the Beetle before bidding him a good day and returning to his quest. The noises above his head weren’t as clear as the ones coming from Jon Fuller’s Mother’s burial. No. Jim poked his head up through the Earth once more, searching for noise… but, strangely enough, nothing but an empty grave greeted him. “What the hell? I could have sworn I heard someone crying up here,” exclaimed the worm, confused by some an odd occurrence. In twenty years of moping around that same paddock of dirt, he’d never misheard a noise once. Responding to noise was his life’s work – and it was something he took very seriously. Jim was a pretty hot headed character too… and his failing didn’t sit too well with his ego. So, in a fit of rage, the little guy clambered to the top of the soil and threw his body out into the sunlight. Looking around in every conceivable direction, Jim was perplexed by the fact that he couldn’t find the source of the noise. “I can’t have been wrong! I’m never wrong!” shrieked Jim, wiggling towards the nearest tombstone. That’s when Jim read the inscription on the large rock and began to understand the truth… Earthworms are never wrong.
I am the resurrection and I am the light
I am the Resurrection - The Stone Roses
Jon Fuller cries about burying his Mother. Jon Fuller turns to booze in an attempt to hold onto his mind. But, what about me? You see, Jon, while you were sobbing about the death of a loved one… I was crying about something myself. Sure, it’s hard to lose a parent. After all, they’ve been there all your life – you expect them to live forever… and when they don’t – it’s a shock to the system. But parents are supposed to die before their children. It’s to be expected. However, I cried about the death of something unexpected. A part of my own mind. Do you understand just how much I torment I’ve been through over the past few weeks? Day after day, I’ve woken up, looked out of my window and sought to discover myself. But, unlike Shawn Collins and the mystery of his past, I’ve not taken any bumps to the head. I can remember everything about my life… but that doesn’t mean I understand it. I was ripped apart by demons outside of my control. Regardless of whether or not your Mother is dead, you’re very much alive, Jon. That’s the only thing that should matter too. In this lifetime, we’re here to please ourselves. Some people seek a woman to help them fulfil this task and others choose to walk the path alone. Either way, we all arrive at death as individuals. That’s why no one else matters. That’s why I’ve suffered far more than you’ll ever understand over the past few weeks. But, the resurrection is at hand. After finally beating Pericolo, I have been reborn. And is there a better way to baptise my second coming than a win over Jon Fuller? I certainly can’t think of one. This is my resurrection. I am the resurrection.
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