| Gift-story (ONE); History of DeMarcus Gresham (KWI) | |
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#ooc Was wondering if I should place the promo parts in, decided fuck it why not it's part of a whole. I'll post probably two at a time from KWI since they were short. 1 - Time Is Money Introductions are so mundane and rarely are they the accurate definitions of one person We evolve, change, remain undefined. Time is Money… A simple statement. A statement with a simple meaning. You read it within the words themselves. Time….is…..Money. Every second spent on this Earth. Either you’re gaining or losing. Take any aspect of your life, any aspect of life that requires time and it will apply. Life in general is time. A limited clock counting down the days until your last. So as it comes to say we are all encouraged to make use of that time. The timeless rhetoric ‘Live Life to the Fullest’ and things of that avenue. In my use today I’d like to stick with Time is Money for each of us as Knoxville Wrestling Institution: Coalition Technicians. Our work, our time being invested in this profession. To learn, digest, and respond to our teachings out in front of the fans and behind the scenes. All of that time...is Money. Money being placed in each of our wrestling career accounts looking to save toward something big. I have spent my time with Trainer Dewey Dresden. I want KWI to see this isn’t just an ‘activity’ for me. This isn’t a way for me to attain women’s attention. To party among the upper crust. I’ve been there. The parties are sincerely overrated. I am a gifted man. I say that but over time you all will come to agree with respect or disagree with resentment. Either way, to the general public it will still hold true. A gifted man with a superior drive. A determination to be what he wills himself to be. What he works himself to death toward becoming. Which is why I speak upon the conditions that are wasteful and otherwise depreciate the value of my time. Speak on subjects some may not want to hear or agree with but should be said nonetheless. I could speak upon my opponent at this time but she will not be of waste to me. At Lightning in a Bottle she will become a person of the highest value to me yet, other than my trainer of course. No, when I speak of the squandering of time and money I’m speaking of another ‘so-called’ instructor inside of KWI. Xaria Ford, the fan favorite herself with her hourly sessions upon which her incessant rambling takes over 45 minutes alone. 10 minutes are spent in repeating of whatever information her blond locks lost along the way. The last 5 minutes are unbearable just by nature. I come to learn and instead leave with a wasted time and a migraine. I came looking to add to my account not take away from it. Making my deposits as I add on knowledge and ability. It is not a difference of teaching or of styles. It is a disaster in the most abounding form but it has been well noted the sway certain last names have among this establishment. Getting demolished by your own student? These things happen? Just another board to break I say. Then there are those that of course say ‘You are speaking of matters that don’t concern you.” Are you sure? I am a student, am I not? I will be bringing the City of Knoxville a gift in the human form on July 23. Not the appalling farces they have been forced to see in the past. Can I not speak freely? I spoke with...shall I say ‘classmate’ about the radical power of opinion. Change the foundation if done at the right place at the right time. As much as she may disagree the lovely Mrs. Ford reevaluated her teaching standard. Maybe some of my fellow classmates have noticed her shutting up more in her sessions… No need to thank. Just pay it forward. Lightning in a Bottle...Wednesday July 23, 2014. This will be the very first time I have ever had a sanctioned match ever in my life and as the butterflies flit away at that thought I couldn’t be anymore confident because I know I’m Gifted. I know me. No, its not because my challenger is probably the same size as I was before this deep timbre hit my voice and hair expansion to certain manly places. No, its not because I question her passion or ability...And no, it’s not because I think the play on her name is absolutely atrocious. These things don’t give me confidence I need to know what I must do. We are in a dark match. This isn’t highlight reel living for either of us. This is the time we take the deposits and cash them out. We are to look at ourselves and our work and see what each of us have truly earned. I live in Knoxville, I used what funds were left and made my sacrifice. I listened and noticed the truth of Lenora Price-Mason’s words during the last Aggregation. They resonated with me. A true student does their homework. I had my celebration of acceptance into KWI and since then have done nothing but made deposit after deposit into my account. First impressions are everything Miss Alice. I would address you probably but well, your information is not well known. This cloak of secrecy around you changes nothing. I have prepared myself with someone similar to your size and I will not underestimate. I’m not making any promises or fake futures. I have the determination to be one of the best here. I take this seriously. In this match I can show you my words mean nothing or show you that my words pale in comparison to the true gift of my ability and process. Is this something you want to do Alice? Or just something you fell into? Is the passion is worth the pain? This match answers all those questions. The first crash on the mat you feel will show you this realm’s verisimilitude. I gave up a easy life for this. Why? Because I wanted the challenge. I wanted more than easy. Time is Money… Have you put in your time? Are you able to withdraw more money than I? November 14, 2013 “...LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I INTRODUCE TO YOU OUR 2013 BROKER OF THE YEAR...DEMARCUS GRESHAM!” He’d been talking forever. I knew this was the bells and whistles used just to appease them. This was an award for me but it really wasn’t FOR me. It was the song and dance in a public entity to give reason to keep me in the same position for the next 4 to 5 years. Dressed to the nines like a monkey in the parlour show. That whole speech about how I changed so many things. Mr. CEO Asbury beaming with pride as if he had something to do with this. I...did this. I did all of this. I brought you from mediocre to the one of the most reputable companies in Chicago…me. So I get a plaque and a handclap? I approached the stage with the all winning smile everyone says I have. I don’t get it. I smile, women smile back or wave. Oh, there’s a couple of them grinning now. Never really understood the attention. I’m a good looking guy...maybe its the money. Whatever. I don’t make nearly as much as I should. This isn’t what I want. I enjoy the glory but this is too easy. I’m not getting the worth I’m putting into it. It’s just not worth it. Looking at Johnathon Asbury its no wonder Statiz Investment was seen as a joke that’s before I got here. A complete idiot, one of those ACME characters on the television screen could do a better job. He hands me the plaque, gives me a handshake worthy of a inferior child, and scurries off to his hole like the rabbit he is. I’m done with this… “Ahem…” Clear my throat make sure they hear me clearly. “Thank you. I’d like to first acknowledge the fact that those words said by CEO Asbury, although kind were mostly falsehoods.” There go the sighs.. “You all know it and I know it.” Murmurs among them, just like those in fear. Speak aloud not amongst whispers. “Now, there was some accuracy riddled between the lies.” I try to start with the positives because it will be all downhill from there. “The profit and production has changed greatly for the better. We all have come out better as a whole. I am to thank for that. Others helped but things changed when I came here. Secondly, I am the youngest person in the history of SI to stand here before you holding this plaque.” Now the truth… “But shall we also expose what’s really happening here? The morale hasn’t changed. None of you are even worth speaking as competition. I’ve been disliked and/or hated from the first market quarter. My future is bright within this company? No, I am this company’s present and future. It’s not that you fail to see it or else I would be holding this in my hands. This company, you...Mr. Johnathon Asbury-” I gesture toward him just in case the limited still aren’t aware of who he is. “Have failed to utilize the pieces given to its fullest potential. You’d rather use lesser to save egos and keep your amicable relationships. That is foolish and makes what I’m about to say all the more easier. This...bores me. I have surpassed three junior executives in a matter of two quarters. I have saved five accounts worth more than 100,000, bound for destruction. Numbers prove the present but still I am to look to the future? The future isn’t promised and I’m taking advantage of today. “Take this world by the hands. Do all you can before your time comes.” I will sir...I will. “I hereby resign my position as one of the best you ever had in this company. I am going after something that gives back the same amount you put in. I’m not waiting for anyone to give me the due that will never come, I will be taking it. Just like I’ve been taking this company to greater heights since the day I came. Instead I will be getting exactly as I should, I will be getting my promotion, I won’t just get a plaque be told a good job and head back to lineup. I’ll be going after something that will truly challenge me. Thanks.” The shocked looked and disapproving faces I expected. I expected but I didn’t care. Looking back at Asbury he no longer held that all encompassing pride he showed as I approached the podium. I take my leave with my plaque in hand and my chest out to the heavens. I pretty much broke this company’s chances all in the term of ten minutes. Word will soon travel. I am the principal or one of the main consultants of nearly 45% of the accounts here. I live, eat, and breathe this place making them all the money for their yachts in the Mediterranean. The numbers will drop, the accounts will drop, and it’s no longer my concern. I’m taking this world by the hands, shaking it up like a snow globe. It was the last words from the only person to ever care about my well being.. I’m going after something that was once simply a dream. Too farfetched for reality. Then again, I’m Gifted… Nothing in this world is too farfetched for me… April 8, 2008 “Come on Egghead. You gotta make it to at least one party wit us before the year ends.” To concentrate I needed peace and apparently I wasn’t going to be allowed this due to my two ‘so-called’ friends believing parties are more important than the SAT, ACT, and the other 5 college preparatory tests I’d be going through for the next month. There is of course the difference in our status to think about. I, am a 16 year old high school senior soon to be the youngest graduate ever in the history of our school. They, are the normal high school sophomore’s looking for girls and locker room fame. The fact we are even associates let alone actual friends defied common logic. The differences were apparent. Torinto Spraggins and LeMichael Dixon were the jocks, dated the cheerleaders, and life of the parties. I...well..they call me Egghead. Still no one bothered me even though we were still part of the younger lot. Torinto and LeMichael were respected even among the upperclassmen. It was as if they were already knighted the princes to later become kings of the hallways. I guess it was cool they were cool with me. They had my back in a lot of ways. “Come on Egg...you gotta go. Trisha gon be there.” Damn you Torin. He would bring her up. Trisha Hill, indeed...the whole high school crush thing. It’s not like I’d didn’t want to go to a party. Especially, with her there. I just know if I’m not ready for these tests my college choices become slim. I like having choices. The exhale was needed because I know it’s going to take a whole hell of a lot to make them understand. “I...need to be prepared guys. I don’t have another 2 years to play like you.” “Ain’t our fault you the Egghead. You gotta have fun sometime man.” Mike was right but now wasn’t the time. Maybe if I changed the subject of me going in the first place. “Where’s the party located? I may meet you there later.” A terrible fib but I really needed them out. This is probably my last good weekend to focus. But at the same time...Trisha…choices choices. “It’s up in Northtown come on man. The good doctor ain't here. No one to tell you no.” Torin brings up the huge empty home I live in. My adoptive father, Dr. Gerald Bist, worked very late nights. Most times he trusts my judgement and rarely did I ever disappoint him. None of us are perfect but I’m a pretty ideal teen. I’ve been with him for almost 3 years and it was a big change from what I was used to. I’ve thrived under his teachings and with his connections have been awarded many more chances I’d probably never see otherwise. That’s why I must be ready and succeed with these tests. I must stay the course. But Trisha is another course worth seeing. Then again the destination… “Northtown?” I couldn’t of heard him correctly. “Northtown...gangbanging ignorance northtown?” The only reason I ever went near that side of town was academic related. Otherwise I’d never step foot within the limits. “Yeah man, its nothing to worry about. No one like that is at this party. It’s nothin.” Torin sees it in my eyes I’m thinking about it. I am honestly. I like Trisha and being a 16 year old virgin was getting plenty old. Too many questions with that locale. The North side of Seattle isn’t the most safest area. It isn’t one of the more volatile areas in the US but there’s enough bodies in the ground to attest to the kind of atmosphere there. “Man I don’t know about that guys. That’s not the place to be around.” I shake my head to affirm my point. I’m not going. “Egghead squaring on us Torin.” Mike clowns me trying to work the old school peer pressure. Sure. I like parties. I like Trisha but I don’t like that area and most importantly. I want my education. The best education. “You guys shouldn’t go either but I know you aren’t going to listen to Egghead.” I laugh using their beloved name for me. They join in laughing with me. That’s what made them so cool. They truly laughed with me, never at me. Two of the few people in this world I could call friends and mean it. I just wish they would’ve listened to me. The area wasn’t safe and by morning that fact was affirmed to me further. A drive by shooting of the home the party resided claimed 6 lives. Two of them being Torinto Spraggins and LeMichael Dixon. Had I of went...there’s no telling. There’s always two paths to choose..at least two lanes to drive. Sometimes even more. One is usually the good way to go, the other...well... Rarely does fate fall in your lap... actions, choices, and mindset have more power than fate. I could sit here and say I made it. Ask you all did I show and prove more than talk? I think that's a deciding point after that first true taste of success. It can go one of two ways for me. I can take this win and sit on it like it's all I need. Take my positive deposit into my account and leave it at that. I would get lazy, settle, and therefore sell myself short leading to my own demise. Handing myself the tools for the destruction of my wrestling career. A career that at this point as barely begun. Then there's the other lane, the lane I will be choosing. The 'Gifted' lane. The lane were I take my first win and learn from it and remain steadfast. Where my determination and hard work will shine through which brings me to the meaning of this upcoming Aggregation. This is a new season so many have moved on. Time for us here to step up and make that statement. Make that statement that says I can compete against our Queen of Knoxville. Make a match against the Coalition Champion a historical event. The only way I can do that is to take my best and become better. The only way I can reach those goals is to take my path of determination and not destruction. Make my name known at the expense of one Maria Murder. Maria...with path will you choose? One of determination and diligence? Or the lazy looking for destruction? With Murder being stated in your name I assume you are one of destruction. Because there is so much to a name. You and your sister advertise destruction but are hardly threatening. Oh but wait these weren't names your feeble minds came up with. They're namesakes from family. So the lack of creativity goes to your dead aunts and for you both yet another example of destructive laziness comes to light. It seems like the overrated family ties are abound everywhere. Killer Kay speaks because Maria Murder is all about action. So it's not being done out of fear or stemming from an elitist mindset like I previously assumed. Thing is, if your actions are the only thing that's going to speak for you, I would advise for you to make actions with a lot more meaning. A lot more power. Make Murdock and Chen turn their heads. This right now is our moment to make a claim. To show then who will stand out this season. Right now all I see in the Murder City Sister being as desolate and broken as the city they hail from. A poor man's 'Sisters of Sin' cause at least they are doing damage. Speaking of broken, I'm coming for that ankle. Your lack of mental stability Maria lies in your post lost injury there. Your sister blamed your opponent Tabitha for that error did she not? Aren't losses going to happen to us all? Letting a loss get to you that bad you spurt out in training? Are you that weak? Sure, could've happened to anyone but your mouthpiece affirmed it was the fault of your opposition. I'd tell you how to bounce back from something like that. I am mentally prepared for such a blowv unlike you. Obviously I'd have to lose first... That's a lane I won't be partaking in... And that's because I am gifted. I am simply different. I said back and watched all those words spew from the likes of Logan Ford and Xaria, only to watch those best efforts go toward another failed excursion. I call her out on truth not out of malice... Heh heh...malice... Anywho, the proof was there at Lightning in a Bottle. All these students...Xander comes out being the only highlight. A claim where once again I say he never needed her in the first place. Simply the child in the back of the 1st grade class with a 4th grade reading level...bored. Don't take my word for it, where have her students gone since then? Calling on others. Wanting to 'change'? I was thinking of telling Logan to put up or shutup since he so rudely interrupted Mrs. Ford and I's conversation but I'd get more value out of Vincent LeCreed's crowd signs than challenging him. Just not a worthwhile deposit at all. Then again not too many of you are. I look down the list and see more children than anything else. People needing their backs burped and Huggies changed. Cannot stand alone must be with others...these Sisters, these wrestling bloodlines, these...trifectas. Never to see their true potential to simply stand alone. I almost made that mistake thinking I would be better joined with someone else. I thank the Creator she quickly taught me otherwise. I will never be that weak again. It's much better to walk this lane alone...the focus never falters. I looked at my phone...it was odd. She said she was affected but she didn't at like it. Obviously I was watching from afar it wasn't like I was in her atmosphere anymore. I wanted to be...man I wanted to be. How I invested so much in such a short time to see it tossed in such a way. It was..odd. My sleeping habits changed as soon as I stopped feeling her next to me. How does a person resonate with me so quickly? I missed it. I can't be weak like that any longer. Never will I be weak like that again but it still intrigued me. The connection...still hung with me. I start texting her...hey she did have her first match tonight. A match I had tickets to, being there obviously didn't make sense anymore. A sip of the Hennessy that's been at my right hand ever since that night, just trying to lessen the sting. I could still wish her well still want the best for her. Good luck to you Nina.. It didn't take long... Thank you sir Heh...sir. That's funny...she used to describe me in so many other ways. Just another lane to partake I guess sometimes you have no choice. |
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