Post by Jye on Sept 3, 2024 7:34:24 GMT -6
Funny enough I had written this for Summerslam but decided to not post it. I felt it was too similar to Dallas:
I remember it like it was yesterday. Lee… he was like a demon haunting my every waking moment. The man who took everything from me, who turned my world upside down, made me question who I was. Every single night, I would think about how I’d get back at him. How I’d make him pay. But in the end, it wasn’t Lee who destroyed me. I did that to myself. Buzzard’s face contorts with the weight of his words, his voice breaking slightly, a raw emotion seeping through. Every time I thought I had him beaten, every time I thought I was so close to finally getting my revenge, it slipped right through my fingers. And every time that happened, I fell deeper. Deeper into that pit of anger, frustration, and hatred. I became my own worst enemy, driven by a need for vengeance that consumed every part of my life. I pushed people away, made enemies out of allies, and lost sight of who I really was. Buzzard pauses for a moment, his gaze drifting off as if he's replaying a memory in his mind. A sigh escapes his lips, and he runs a hand through his hair, frustration creeping back into his voice. But you know, even after everything with Lee, even after all those times I swore I'd learn, I went and did it again. I pushed Sammy Guevara to take that match with Dempsey. I thought it would make a point, thought it would make things right somehow, but all it did was put Sammy in the crosshairs, and now he's paying the price with a broken arm. All because of my ego, because I still believed that only I could fight these battles, that only I could handle this war. If I had just swallowed my pride, if I had accepted Sammy back when he needed it, maybe things would be different. But once again, I let my ego lead the way. And once again, it led me straight to regret. Buzzard's voice breaks slightly, a raw and genuine remorse piercing through his hardened demeanor. Maybe that's the hardest lesson of all... that sometimes, it's not about fighting alone. It's about letting others in, trusting that they can stand beside you, not just behind you. Because no matter how strong I think I am, my own ego has been my biggest weakness.
Summerslam goes backstage, Where the camera closes in on a somber, Leyton Buzzard, who has his hands down in his lap. I should of been there, I wish I could take it all back and start over from scratch, Every mistake every misguided choice... they all haunt me. Every time I let the darkness take over, every time I let my obsession with Trevor Lee cloud my vision, I lost a part of myself. I let it consume me, drive me to places I never thought I'd go. He pauses, taking a deep breath, his hands tightening into fists as the memories wash over him. Buzzard's eyes, previously downcast, now flick up to meet the camera, revealing a mix of pain and determination.
[/i]I remember it like it was yesterday. Lee… he was like a demon haunting my every waking moment. The man who took everything from me, who turned my world upside down, made me question who I was. Every single night, I would think about how I’d get back at him. How I’d make him pay. But in the end, it wasn’t Lee who destroyed me. I did that to myself. Buzzard’s face contorts with the weight of his words, his voice breaking slightly, a raw emotion seeping through. Every time I thought I had him beaten, every time I thought I was so close to finally getting my revenge, it slipped right through my fingers. And every time that happened, I fell deeper. Deeper into that pit of anger, frustration, and hatred. I became my own worst enemy, driven by a need for vengeance that consumed every part of my life. I pushed people away, made enemies out of allies, and lost sight of who I really was. Buzzard pauses for a moment, his gaze drifting off as if he's replaying a memory in his mind. A sigh escapes his lips, and he runs a hand through his hair, frustration creeping back into his voice. But you know, even after everything with Lee, even after all those times I swore I'd learn, I went and did it again. I pushed Sammy Guevara to take that match with Dempsey. I thought it would make a point, thought it would make things right somehow, but all it did was put Sammy in the crosshairs, and now he's paying the price with a broken arm. All because of my ego, because I still believed that only I could fight these battles, that only I could handle this war. If I had just swallowed my pride, if I had accepted Sammy back when he needed it, maybe things would be different. But once again, I let my ego lead the way. And once again, it led me straight to regret. Buzzard's voice breaks slightly, a raw and genuine remorse piercing through his hardened demeanor. Maybe that's the hardest lesson of all... that sometimes, it's not about fighting alone. It's about letting others in, trusting that they can stand beside you, not just behind you. Because no matter how strong I think I am, my own ego has been my biggest weakness.