Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2022 7:47:38 GMT -5
Does it surprise anybody what happened?
Leonardo stood in the halls underneath the arena, but not some disgusting danky boiler room or sitting on a production crate like any given happy go lucky babyface looking to make some sort of impassioned statement about their place in the world, no, where he was standing was being worked on by a bunch of people producing a mural.
Nick Danger, you are fine for what you are, but like so many people in this world you set your ambitions to such a low point that one genuinely wonders if you had any ambition to begin with. he orates, still heaving in breaths from a match that had only ended about ten minutes ago. After all, you settled for being a champion of ‘television’, a simple-minded pastime for simple-minded simpletons who simply accept that their place is on a couch to rot their brains away as more cultured men and women choose to follow their passions and create something, rather than melt away into a couch day-in-day-out.
Gesturing towards the elaborate mural, Leonardo seems to show a surprising amount of respect to what the young men and women were creating.
I think this form of art is disgusting and childish, but they actually try to learn by doing, by cultivating their artistic sides and aiming higher than being a participant of collective mindrot.
But you Nick Danger, you’re fine, you’re a good wrestler, but one who was beaten by an artiste all the same. A former Television champion is lower than a man who pushes his creativity to a point of even trying to make art out of something as lowbrow as professional wrestling. But you’ve crossed the low bar all the same, just like Chris Crippler, and everyone else I have the misfortune of facing.
If you had beaten me then I would’ve done more for artistry in loss than you would’ve done for wrestling in victory, just know that. And you could’ve, because I am not as arrogant to profess that I am a superior wrestler because I don’t aspire for such crude and uninspiring goals.
Maybe I got lucky, maybe you didn’t have your night, it doesn’t matter, what matters is that in the future you will have chances to change your ways, and maybe if you do, win or lose, decide to bring a sense of artistry to your craft, maybe then your ambition will grow alongside with your mind.
With the mural finished, Leonardo would sneer at the reminder of the ‘inferior’ past. Everywhere I go, I am accosted by more reminders of my task to make this pastime better.
But after my renaissance is done, wrestling will become the artform I know it has the potential of being.
Leonardo stood in the halls underneath the arena, but not some disgusting danky boiler room or sitting on a production crate like any given happy go lucky babyface looking to make some sort of impassioned statement about their place in the world, no, where he was standing was being worked on by a bunch of people producing a mural.
Nick Danger, you are fine for what you are, but like so many people in this world you set your ambitions to such a low point that one genuinely wonders if you had any ambition to begin with. he orates, still heaving in breaths from a match that had only ended about ten minutes ago. After all, you settled for being a champion of ‘television’, a simple-minded pastime for simple-minded simpletons who simply accept that their place is on a couch to rot their brains away as more cultured men and women choose to follow their passions and create something, rather than melt away into a couch day-in-day-out.
Gesturing towards the elaborate mural, Leonardo seems to show a surprising amount of respect to what the young men and women were creating.
I think this form of art is disgusting and childish, but they actually try to learn by doing, by cultivating their artistic sides and aiming higher than being a participant of collective mindrot.
But you Nick Danger, you’re fine, you’re a good wrestler, but one who was beaten by an artiste all the same. A former Television champion is lower than a man who pushes his creativity to a point of even trying to make art out of something as lowbrow as professional wrestling. But you’ve crossed the low bar all the same, just like Chris Crippler, and everyone else I have the misfortune of facing.
If you had beaten me then I would’ve done more for artistry in loss than you would’ve done for wrestling in victory, just know that. And you could’ve, because I am not as arrogant to profess that I am a superior wrestler because I don’t aspire for such crude and uninspiring goals.
Maybe I got lucky, maybe you didn’t have your night, it doesn’t matter, what matters is that in the future you will have chances to change your ways, and maybe if you do, win or lose, decide to bring a sense of artistry to your craft, maybe then your ambition will grow alongside with your mind.
With the mural finished, Leonardo would sneer at the reminder of the ‘inferior’ past. Everywhere I go, I am accosted by more reminders of my task to make this pastime better.
But after my renaissance is done, wrestling will become the artform I know it has the potential of being.