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 Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 12:32 pm
OOC: I feel that my existence in TNWF has been swept away, I doubt I will ever get internet, and as I write this, I feel like I'll be better without it. This summer I was anticipating Season 2 of TNWF, and I was going to make a name for myself once and for all. Unfortunately I moved before summer even began, and when I moved, I didn't obtain internet. I stayed alert of what was going on, asking for updates on the action from Andrew. It wasn't the same as being able to be a part of all of this. I now realize, when I get internet, I don't want to roleplay anymore. Not because I don't like it, trust me I love it, but I feel I must move on. Maybe that's what not having internet helped me realize, that this was fun and all, but I need to get on with life. I've met friends, enemies, had good times and bad times. But at the end of the day I always wanted to roleplay. I wanted to stay on gaia to roleplay. Now I realize, that's over. We're getting older. We're different from how we were when he first joined a wrestling roleplaying guild, and we're older. Life is short to spend all your time on the computer. Therefore, I have made my final decision to leave Gaia, keeping in contact with only a few people. Today, I bury my history as Dean Ambrose, Alberto del Rio, The Rock, The Undertaker, Bret Hart, Eddie Guerrero, The Miz, Randy Orton, Wade Barrett, Vickie Guerrero, and as Alexander Martinez. I bury all the history of every single superstar I've roleplayed as in the past 5 years I've been on gaia. All except one. I'd like to ask to keep JBL reserved. I'm glad at what I've accomplished with him, and I ask to not let a single person role-play him. If that can be done, I thank you. Go ahead and let anyone role-play Del Rio, but please leave JBL excluded. Thank you, goodbye.
IC:
Alexander Martinez stood in the middle of the ring in his normal casual clothes [My Avatar]. He had his sunglasses on and he looked around to the crowd. He took a deep breathe and pulled the microphone he had in his left hand up to his mouth.
"It's a shame that I stand here in front of you after a four month absence. It's a shame that my return couldn't be an extravagant, amazing return. It's a damn shame that I have to give each and everyone of you the terrible news that I must give you. My doctors have concluded, that my injury is much too severe for me to compete in TNWF ever again."
The crowd didn't care much, but it became quite. You couldn't see it, but it was obvious Alex had tears in his eyes behind those glasses.
"If I step foot in another TWNF ring to perform, I can risk becoming paralyzed, or even death. So I stand here today to inform each and everyone of you, that I will not be seen again on TNWF programming. I'm going home, for once in my life I'll be a normal person. I thank all of you, in the crowd and backstage for allowing me to have had this experience in my life. When it's time, it's time."
Alex dropped the mic and looked around. He pushed his hair out his face, which fell right back into his face. Alexander exited the ring and slowly walked up the ramp as the crowd yelled NA NA NA NA. NA NA NA NA. HEY HEY HEY! GOODBYE! Alexander didn't look at the crowd, or stop at the top of the ramp. He just walked off backstage, leaving TNWF forever.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 3:50 pm
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Chicago Makes Punk Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 6:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 9:45 pm
We'll all miss you Alberto. :c
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