I find myself in what should be considered a horror story but instead is your reality

Testing, testing, 9, 6, 3... Let's call this a voice recording. You people should be fine accepting that, and it'll explain very quickly why you're staring at nothing while you hear my voice through your crutches... Ahem, speakers. Yes, speakers as you've come to know them.

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Moving on:

Belief

Trust

Can you trust in one without believing the other? Who can you trust? What can you believe? Have you gained or lost in your years on this rock of trust and belief.

Would you believe the unloving word of an old, wise soul? A man who you've no affinity or connection to? Would you trust him if you could see his words before you on this otherwise pointless screen?

Oh, it depends on what he's trying to tell you?

Good answer - I'd have probably said the same thing. Now what if he were telling you that everything you'd ever learned in life was a lie? Do you remember your first day? Can you put yourself back in that place, mentally? Visually? Spiritually? Physically?

What do I mean?

Good question - I'd have asked the same thing at first, too. It's truly so simple when you think about it; your first day. What else could I mean? We've all had to start somewhere and we've all had only one start. It's got nothing to do with any wrestling business or any other sporting event, but everything to do with where your path began. Day 1. It was a moment in time where all things were possible because every single door was still unlocked and ready for you to make your way through. That first day was a gift that you had no control over, one way or the other. You couldn't stop yourself from being there even if you wanted to and you had no control at all over what direction your brand new life went as you entered into day 2, day 3, and forth. Limitations. Restrictions. Your new life was quickly infused with the seedlings of an eventual storm of setbacks. As you continued to learn and advance through this life, those around you continued to expose you to the threads that would make up your perfect blindfold. Cartoons, toys, games. Manners, expectations, goals.

Even the language that you speak - It matters not what country of origin your words reflect; it won't change what deeper means of communication and understanding are deflected by the crutch of those spoken weights. Much like all things in this Earthly life, people take advantage of language and abuse it to the point of self destruction. Language was never meant to be what you trifling fools think it to be - Its original purpose at the start of creation was to serve as an additional means of intense communicatory stimulation, primarily shared by those who are engaged in a passionate relationship or those engaged in any type of negotiation that might require thorough understanding of multiple sides. To put it simply - you people were never supposed to rely on having to perform the tedious task of speaking or typing words every single time you wanted to communicate with somebody somewhere. Your constricted, partially functional brains couldn't even begin to fathom what it would be to experience true communication with another intelligent being without the addition of some sort of minor physical exertion. One of my comrades thinks it's a lot like how this world has vehicles that primarily run on gasoline, and somehow the widespread understanding is that those abominable death traps are the most efficient way to go about most basic traveling. Ah, it's just another example of how the current residents of Earth are all programmed to set themselves back and to simply believe that it's the way it's supposed to be.

Did you guys know that your kind isn't even allowed to know all of the elements in nature? Of course you didn't, and furthermore you've been raised in such a flawlessly closeminded manner that to even hear that statement would cause you to immediately doubt, or even condemn that person's sanity in your own mind. You do it because it's the way it's supposed to be. You believe that your trust in the founders of your humanized memories is warranted, and that the world around you really is contained within these tortuous walls of indefinite quantity.

Walls invented by a human mind before your time.

The entire time I've been speaking into this small recording device, I've been standing at this crosswalk and waiting for a light to change. I'm at a very busy intersection in the middle of a very busy city in the United States of America. As I inhale deeply, my lungs are filled with more poisons than any of you have any clue are even in existence. It's amazing how much limitation is all around us at every waking moment. How is it that this world has come to accept that a man should need to stand and wait for a traffic light? How does this place have that many layers of limitation over the eyes of its population?

Finally the light changes and I am given the man made privilege of crossing a street that should have no reason to exist among a fully functional or even a mildly functional population of intelligent beings. People are often trained to connect the visual of a square, stone wheel as being the first idea that later led to a real wheel. What they don't realize is that the entire ideology of having to set foot inside of a mobile death trap in order to relocate ones self is a complete scam. These people are all still living the stone square wheel age when it comes to the reality of how inefficient and intentionally sabotaged this world's methods of transportation are. As I walk across the street and a row of anxious drivers wait for the light to change back to green, I can just sense that I'd be rundown if that light were to change before I crossed; I'd be just another victim of the impatient players in a game that shouldn't even exist.

I'd better remain vague as to what I'm getting at because if I told you what I was getting at, you'd immediately shoot me down as being nothing more than another quack on the XWF roster who should be locked in the mental ward... that is, if you haven't already labeled me as such.

Anybody on the XWF roster know why numbers matter? In what is being called an open invitation tournament, numbers will be important for a lot of the obvious reasons that your minds have come to embrace.

Enough about all of that. Let's you and I get to know each other on a more personal level if you're ever to trust a word that comes out of my crutch. I am a male humanoid on the planet Earth and I am in the age range of 25 to 30. You may call me "Aih" - It's pronounced the same way as "eye" but spelled differently for reasons I wouldn't be able to bring you to understand at this time. If you'd prefer, you may call me Evertrust. This is also likely the name of mine that some of the less mature scoundrels of the XWF would choose to target if they wanted to prove how truly unoriginal and stale they really are by attacking a name. I'm just your average Joe who might know a thing or two that 99.9% of the population doesn't know; or, I could just be crazy. I'm what your kind could best understand as a young mind coupled with an old soul. I'm a free thinker and I love a hot cup of milk just as much as the next bloke. As long as you all just keep telling yourselves that I'm an avid storyteller with quite an imagination, you'll be fine.

Just know one thing, XWF, and that's this - You don't know.

and that's all...
you need...
to ever trust.