And now, for Hans, the same rising star that outshined him on the very first day it was spotted was now back for another round thanks to management...and it was more ready now then ever before.
"Hope Hans knows now...no more bullsh*t--I'm better now then I was then. Poor guy doesn't stand a chance."
The sun had finally given up on attempting to persuade Ronnie's emotions to lighten; calling forth the clouds to block its view of the land below so it could at least find others more willing to accept it's help. Was that a small child crying? A little sunlight should help her just fine; perhaps her mother will get her a new ice-cream too.
Ronnie stopped next to a rather large tree, leaning against it and looking up at the sky with a frown on his face. Today was a nice day out, a day to be happy. A day to share with your loved one. A day to not be standing in a park under a tree, thinking about an upcoming fight.
But, then again, that was who he was. That...was Ronnie McNeil.
A man who has dreams he believes in, that he thinks he can accomplish, and that he know will one day come true.
Of course, while one of his dreams was to become the champion again in the HWA...another dream was just as clear as that--if not clearer. The dream of one day truly knowing that he could spend the rest of his life with the woman named Lyntoria Evans.
I never would have made it very far without her, you know. Lyntoria Evans was always there with me as a child, as a teen and even as an adult. She and I shared a bond like brother and sister, and I suppose that's why I never quite could see myself becoming infatuated with her at any time in the future. I had Gia, I had my happiness, and I had my future.
One night changed my future so drastically that I thought I had none left--the night that I lost Gia. It was the efforts of my uncle, Toya, my family and friends; even God helped steer me back on the pathway to a brighter future. Back in the day, when after all the years of separation due to my travels Toya came to me again, I felt so liberated. I felt so alive again...it was an amazing feeling. One in which would be hard to describe now, much like it would have been then.
However, it was also during my travels back then...that she left. Seemingly for good this time, her father had become ill and she was going to go and take care of him. I was crushed, I was alone again, and I missed her more then I thought I could. It was strange; there was a void inside of me I couldn't quite interpret. This, I suppose, you could call the start of my awakening to the feelings that I held for Toya. Over time, she kept her hold in my mind and made sure that each day I would be able to think about her with a sad smile, hoping one day she would return.
Little did I know that the hold she had on my mind would soon be released for my heart.
Before Toya came back, I was on a constant downward spiral once again, my depression hitting an all-time high. It had been years since I'd managed to fight through the pain and try to move on, and yet the night still plagued me. In fact, leading into the legendary Warfront show...Gia was my reason for fighting. However, during that event...Toya came back--and she became the reason that it took the finishers of two of the greatest wrestlers that federation had to keep me down. I simply refused to go down without fighting with every breath I had, and that I did. I fought until I couldn't move anymore; I fought until I thought I wouldn't be able to breath.
I fought until my own blackout, as my spine, neck and head impacted the mat and I swore I heard a sickening 'CRACK' in the process. On that night in my career, after all I'd fought for; all hope seemed to be lost.
And yet...Toya was there for me again. She comforted me, she reassured me. She believed in me.
She did something that many were afraid to do at that point in time; she really believed that I had a chance at making my dreams. And so she became my support as I fought my way back out of my loss, going on a tear for quite some time. She was what eventually brought me to fighting for the world title. Unfortunately...I failed at that endeavor. I didn't capture the title, but I did earn the respect of many. I did what few men even dared to; I fought for my dreams no matter what the risk would be. I knew that the man I was up against was a veteran; I knew I was fighting a losing battle, and I KNEW I was the underdog leading into that match...
...but I didn't give up. I never gave up.
I have a dream to fight for, and the one girl inspiring me to fight so hard for them is her, Lyntoria Evans. She is my guidance, she is my light, and she is my angel.
She's what led me these last few months in the HWA, where I once again became the underdog. Joining up with Talon and Ed and forming the nWo, I once again took on odds so stacked against me that my very hope of winning was thinned to a mere line...and I still managed to make it.
Ronnie McNeil, the underdog, the prevailer, the rising star.
The future World Heavyweight Champion.
But I can't make this journey on my own; I can't beat the best that the HWA has to offer on my own. I can't even win the world title on my own...I need her help. I need her support. I need Lyntoria Evans.
It's funny how life works, really. Leading into Acadian didn't believe that I needed anyone...and yet leading into this match, the realization that I did had already been made. It took the love of another to open my eyes to reality, to wake me from this fairytale story I was hoping to find myself living in. What I once thought was a harsh, cruel reality is in fact a much kindler, gentler one then the one it once was. Reality has seemingly changed its ways; it's looking up a lot more now that I'm here.
I've been given an angel to guide me down the path to my dreams; I've been given an inspiration, a new kind of hope. She's everything I ever wanted, no--everything I need. She...she completes me, and no one's ever done that since Gia. I...God, what would I ever do without her? What could I do if Toya wasn't here for me? The very thought...it brings me to tears. To think that she means this much to me, to think that she's made such an impact on my life, to think...
...it's funny; I don't even know what to think anymore, my mind is so filled with thoughts of Toya that any attempted thought outside of her is slowly lead back in her direction. I can't even stay on the topic of the Other Side anymore, of Hans von Richtoven...without being brought back to her once again. Even after all of my complaining before, even after all this waiting till I could finally get him in the ring for the World Heavyweight Championship for real...I'm simply led back to her.
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