Post by Brandon Hendrix on Sept 28, 2021 15:57:29 GMT -5
Victorious: the sweet feeling that only one side of the battlefield can say that they were. At Night Of Honor Night One, Angelo Caito can say he was victorious. The battle he's been going through for years has worn him out, but he never quit. He has shared about his demons a bit before, but never to a full extent. However, he shared a tweet saying it's time he shared about his demons he fights daily.
The scene begins with Angelo sitting in a interview room, hat on his head as he has his arms crossed, waiting for the mark.
"I'm good to go? Alright. Start."
Angelo adjusts himself: sitting up straight as he stares into the camera before he starts talking.
"Growing up I didn't have much. My parents weren't married when I was born, my dad was in the Navy still and my biological mother was… oh hell I don't know, probably didn't have a job, smoked weed and fucked every man she saw. And you're going to find humor in that but it's the truth. It's the scary truth of the beginning of my life because my beginning was the worst seventeen years of my life. As I got older, my biological mother had custody over me, but as I got older, I found out a lot more about her than I thought. My dad suffered a nasty leg injury, and she took his crutch and BAM! Whacked it against his leg, which he just had surgery on, and forced the stitches to open up. But at that point, she already messed with my mind. Because years before that, I was just a child like everyone else. I had energy, I wanted to run. I wanted to be a kid. But my mother didn't want to handle a kid. So she came to the conclusion that "Oh he has ADHD!" And for those who know, the pill slows you down, it changes your mood, your appetite, your sleeping. She lied to have me put on medication that messed me all up. So what did she do to keep me at bay? "Oh just feed him whenever", "oh let him play videogames all day", and "oh just let him do whatever". The workhouse you see today, that wasn't me back then. So I got lazier and lazier, I wasn't the most popular, hell, I was picked on ninety nine percent of every school day. Till I met a group of people who got me into partying. At thirteen years of age, I was out drinking and smoking and fucking any chick I can. I caught more bodies in one year than most adults can say they have in a lifetime.
One of those guys in that group, me and him, became brothers from another mother. We were ride and die. We fought fights for each other. Did everything in our power for each other. One day I was recovering from a massive hangover from a party the previous night. I was sick to my stomach. He told that he would go and get me something from the local shop and get me something. So he walks…. God I don't know…. Two miles to a place to get me soup and OJ. Then, one man runs in, mask on, gun drawn and aimed at the clerk. While getting the money, my friend tried to run and….. he sh…. He shot him dead…"
Angelo stops for a second before leaning in, placing his face in his hands. He pulls back after a moment, showing his eyes all watery and red now. He lets a deep breath out before continuing.
"I couldn't get out of bed. I missed six days of school cause I couldn't get myself out of bed to do anything for six days before getting pulled out to go to another party. But he is why brotherhood means a lot to me. He's why those who I consider my brothers are my ride and die. Now, back to this big ol party. That's where I met my first love. Yvonne. God she was beautiful, smart, and just a down to earth chick. She was the reason I was planning to get out of the party style. This was the summer time. We dated for a year until the summer of the next year. For two weeks, I was told by my boys that she was fucking with some other people, but no, I couldn't believe it. Noy my baby. Then one day at a party… I caught her red handed. I snapped… I grabbed a beer bottle and cracked it over his skull.. I… I looked at her…. And left with a broken heart. Up until almost four years ago, I was out trying to ease the pain with anything I could. That caused me to trust rarely. To not believe anyone with what they say to me.
About two weeks before I got clean, I was involved in another fight at a party. This time, I was shot at. I wasn't hit, thank God but I didn't realize how close I was to dying right then and there. I moved out of my mother's house and into my father's house, but that didn't change, that didn't stop me. What did was the day I held the knife in my hand, held it to my throat, said a prayer, and right before going for the slice, I was stopped. I was stopped and I was dragged into rehab. Yeah I was able to communicate to everyone on the outside. I had to face God's punishment for my sins and I faced my consequences head on and it made me want to get better. It made me want to breathe a new breath of air. It made me want to be a better person than I ever was before.
Before I finish that story, let me tell a new story that will mix into the previous one."
"Around 2015, I signed with my first major wrestling promotion. It's funny because I remember that day better than most other days. My then wife at the time was pregnant with my first child, my son, and the pay of the Independent Scene was not cutting it. So I signed with a company and I was told this: "we don't have sponsors or any deals, so the pay right now isn't the best, but I know you will be one of the pioneers that lead this company into the future." I signed that contract, and I got to work. I spent about a year to a year and a half in that company during my worst years of my addiction. I was drinking more, I was doing all the worst I could be doing, and that started my professional downfall. I was getting into arguments with wrestlers and even people in management. I was released from my contract shortly after."
"I sat at home on my couch, needle in my arm as I watched my wife take my newborn son away and left me there to die. But honestly, I didn't care, because I was high, high, hiiiggghh. But the more I've sat here, thinking of my past and what to say, I remember that and thought to myself I should have died in that chair! I should have injected more and watched myself fall hard to Hell! Then, one day I had enough. I held a knife to my throat and I was ready to never see light again. Fortunately, my cuzzo caught drift of what I was going to do, and he rammed into my room and tackled me to the ground. They dragged my crying depressed ass to REHAB! I SPENT WHAT FELT LIKE A DECADE FIGHTING TO BETTER MYSELF AND EARN THE RIGHT TO LOOK IN THE MIRROR WITH PRIDE!"
"I got clean, and in November I will hit five years clean. And to get to this point was a battle itself. I had to suck up any pride I had left and make amends with everyone. I had to fight day in and day out to prove that I deserved a second chance. I spent YEARS of sacrificing MY BLOOD, MY SWEAT, MY TEARS to say "I'M SORRY!". I had people shoving pills in my face, shoving all these different things to get me to crack, because they still think I'm an addict! I AM AN ADDICT! But I'm not addicted to that anymore, no no I get high from the reaction I get from every single person in attendance who gets to their feet everytime "Take It Out On Me" kicks in. I am an addict to the action in that ring because that's what I do best! And by the grace of God, day by day... I HAD TO FIGHT TO GET MY LIFE BACK! I fought to get my wife and son back… and I fought to get the respect of the fans again. Now I stand here and I am more focused than I ever was."
"Which brings me to Havoc and Switchblxde. You two boys are stepping into a ring that you shouldn't want to be stepping into. Because you should know better than to fight with an addict in the zone of his addiction. This match is going to be another for you, but this match is everything to me right now. If forty three year old Angelo Caito wants to be Champion one more time he has to step up and win. I have to win and get back into Championship contention here in Project Honor. I'm not going to let any of my title reigns I have ever had be forgotten due to my past. I will win Championship gold, if that means I start with the Ascension Championship or go straight for Prime Championship. Hell, I might even be braver than I already am and aim to be the one to conquer Elena's Legacy Championship reign. Havoc, Switchblxde, I refuse to let you two pencil neck FUCKS ruin this for me!"
"I REFUSE TO LET THIS OPPORTUNITY PASS ME AGAIN! I REFUSE TO BE KNOWN AS THE GUY WHO GOT CAUGHT SLIPPING ON WATERMELON JUICE THAT COSTED ME A CHAMPIONSHIP! I NEED TO WIN TO WIN A CHAMPIONSHIP!"
"...."
"...."
"I can't die…. Knowing that I could have done it… one more time."
Angelo looks away, his mind racing but his eyes showed a more focused side that hasn't been seen in him since his debut. He stands up, removing the microphone attached to him and leaves it on the chair, ending the segment.
The scene begins with Angelo sitting in a interview room, hat on his head as he has his arms crossed, waiting for the mark.
"I'm good to go? Alright. Start."
Angelo adjusts himself: sitting up straight as he stares into the camera before he starts talking.
"Growing up I didn't have much. My parents weren't married when I was born, my dad was in the Navy still and my biological mother was… oh hell I don't know, probably didn't have a job, smoked weed and fucked every man she saw. And you're going to find humor in that but it's the truth. It's the scary truth of the beginning of my life because my beginning was the worst seventeen years of my life. As I got older, my biological mother had custody over me, but as I got older, I found out a lot more about her than I thought. My dad suffered a nasty leg injury, and she took his crutch and BAM! Whacked it against his leg, which he just had surgery on, and forced the stitches to open up. But at that point, she already messed with my mind. Because years before that, I was just a child like everyone else. I had energy, I wanted to run. I wanted to be a kid. But my mother didn't want to handle a kid. So she came to the conclusion that "Oh he has ADHD!" And for those who know, the pill slows you down, it changes your mood, your appetite, your sleeping. She lied to have me put on medication that messed me all up. So what did she do to keep me at bay? "Oh just feed him whenever", "oh let him play videogames all day", and "oh just let him do whatever". The workhouse you see today, that wasn't me back then. So I got lazier and lazier, I wasn't the most popular, hell, I was picked on ninety nine percent of every school day. Till I met a group of people who got me into partying. At thirteen years of age, I was out drinking and smoking and fucking any chick I can. I caught more bodies in one year than most adults can say they have in a lifetime.
One of those guys in that group, me and him, became brothers from another mother. We were ride and die. We fought fights for each other. Did everything in our power for each other. One day I was recovering from a massive hangover from a party the previous night. I was sick to my stomach. He told that he would go and get me something from the local shop and get me something. So he walks…. God I don't know…. Two miles to a place to get me soup and OJ. Then, one man runs in, mask on, gun drawn and aimed at the clerk. While getting the money, my friend tried to run and….. he sh…. He shot him dead…"
Angelo stops for a second before leaning in, placing his face in his hands. He pulls back after a moment, showing his eyes all watery and red now. He lets a deep breath out before continuing.
"I couldn't get out of bed. I missed six days of school cause I couldn't get myself out of bed to do anything for six days before getting pulled out to go to another party. But he is why brotherhood means a lot to me. He's why those who I consider my brothers are my ride and die. Now, back to this big ol party. That's where I met my first love. Yvonne. God she was beautiful, smart, and just a down to earth chick. She was the reason I was planning to get out of the party style. This was the summer time. We dated for a year until the summer of the next year. For two weeks, I was told by my boys that she was fucking with some other people, but no, I couldn't believe it. Noy my baby. Then one day at a party… I caught her red handed. I snapped… I grabbed a beer bottle and cracked it over his skull.. I… I looked at her…. And left with a broken heart. Up until almost four years ago, I was out trying to ease the pain with anything I could. That caused me to trust rarely. To not believe anyone with what they say to me.
About two weeks before I got clean, I was involved in another fight at a party. This time, I was shot at. I wasn't hit, thank God but I didn't realize how close I was to dying right then and there. I moved out of my mother's house and into my father's house, but that didn't change, that didn't stop me. What did was the day I held the knife in my hand, held it to my throat, said a prayer, and right before going for the slice, I was stopped. I was stopped and I was dragged into rehab. Yeah I was able to communicate to everyone on the outside. I had to face God's punishment for my sins and I faced my consequences head on and it made me want to get better. It made me want to breathe a new breath of air. It made me want to be a better person than I ever was before.
Before I finish that story, let me tell a new story that will mix into the previous one."
"Around 2015, I signed with my first major wrestling promotion. It's funny because I remember that day better than most other days. My then wife at the time was pregnant with my first child, my son, and the pay of the Independent Scene was not cutting it. So I signed with a company and I was told this: "we don't have sponsors or any deals, so the pay right now isn't the best, but I know you will be one of the pioneers that lead this company into the future." I signed that contract, and I got to work. I spent about a year to a year and a half in that company during my worst years of my addiction. I was drinking more, I was doing all the worst I could be doing, and that started my professional downfall. I was getting into arguments with wrestlers and even people in management. I was released from my contract shortly after."
"I sat at home on my couch, needle in my arm as I watched my wife take my newborn son away and left me there to die. But honestly, I didn't care, because I was high, high, hiiiggghh. But the more I've sat here, thinking of my past and what to say, I remember that and thought to myself I should have died in that chair! I should have injected more and watched myself fall hard to Hell! Then, one day I had enough. I held a knife to my throat and I was ready to never see light again. Fortunately, my cuzzo caught drift of what I was going to do, and he rammed into my room and tackled me to the ground. They dragged my crying depressed ass to REHAB! I SPENT WHAT FELT LIKE A DECADE FIGHTING TO BETTER MYSELF AND EARN THE RIGHT TO LOOK IN THE MIRROR WITH PRIDE!"
"I got clean, and in November I will hit five years clean. And to get to this point was a battle itself. I had to suck up any pride I had left and make amends with everyone. I had to fight day in and day out to prove that I deserved a second chance. I spent YEARS of sacrificing MY BLOOD, MY SWEAT, MY TEARS to say "I'M SORRY!". I had people shoving pills in my face, shoving all these different things to get me to crack, because they still think I'm an addict! I AM AN ADDICT! But I'm not addicted to that anymore, no no I get high from the reaction I get from every single person in attendance who gets to their feet everytime "Take It Out On Me" kicks in. I am an addict to the action in that ring because that's what I do best! And by the grace of God, day by day... I HAD TO FIGHT TO GET MY LIFE BACK! I fought to get my wife and son back… and I fought to get the respect of the fans again. Now I stand here and I am more focused than I ever was."
"Which brings me to Havoc and Switchblxde. You two boys are stepping into a ring that you shouldn't want to be stepping into. Because you should know better than to fight with an addict in the zone of his addiction. This match is going to be another for you, but this match is everything to me right now. If forty three year old Angelo Caito wants to be Champion one more time he has to step up and win. I have to win and get back into Championship contention here in Project Honor. I'm not going to let any of my title reigns I have ever had be forgotten due to my past. I will win Championship gold, if that means I start with the Ascension Championship or go straight for Prime Championship. Hell, I might even be braver than I already am and aim to be the one to conquer Elena's Legacy Championship reign. Havoc, Switchblxde, I refuse to let you two pencil neck FUCKS ruin this for me!"
"I REFUSE TO LET THIS OPPORTUNITY PASS ME AGAIN! I REFUSE TO BE KNOWN AS THE GUY WHO GOT CAUGHT SLIPPING ON WATERMELON JUICE THAT COSTED ME A CHAMPIONSHIP! I NEED TO WIN TO WIN A CHAMPIONSHIP!"
"...."
"...."
"I can't die…. Knowing that I could have done it… one more time."
Angelo looks away, his mind racing but his eyes showed a more focused side that hasn't been seen in him since his debut. He stands up, removing the microphone attached to him and leaves it on the chair, ending the segment.