Get your Head out of the Clouds

Get your Head out of the Clouds

George David Miller
Born: May 20th, 1932 - Dead: January 15th, 2002
“Here lies a man of great honor, dignity, and nobility.
For those that knew him, he was a kind soul.
His memory will forever be cherished through the students he taught.”

Nick Malone: We take so many things for granted that we mostly forget those that helped make a difference. The struggle we endure is never easy but nothing we achieve ever is which makes the struggle more rewarding. George was one of those men to me that took a chance and taught me how to be a man. I was a child living in a man’s game. I was somebody that I never wanted to be but always stood for. George helped me realize that there was always something worth fighting for.

Sitting infront of his tomb, Nick gently felt the petals of this rose he bought from a nearby florist in the village. The sun hid behind the autumn clouds as a blustery wind brought a calm chill in from the Long Island Sound, over to the local Huntington cemetery. His tombstone was barely recognizable thanks to the green algae that had covered the base of the tombstone and surely spread over the years. Very little maintenance had been done to restore this majestic beauty over the last eight years as the family he had cared very little about keeping the memory of this strong-willed individual alive. The matter of his estate split the family apart after his death as he was a man that lived according to need. Not excessive desire.

Nick Malone: Given everything that he’s done for me, it’s only fitting that I pay him a visit. It’s also humbling to experience how human we all really are and how we dream of fantasies that often we keep chasing. We spend countless hours and sacrifice our time and bodies, even if that star we catch, for our imagination to run wild even once under those bright lights. I’ve had the fortune to continue to live out this dream for the last few years but never have I come as close as where I currently stand. For your lessons of humility, I give you this present to mark my gratitude for your wisdom.

Fuck You, Motherfucker.

Nick then stood up and slowly turned his head to make sure that the coast was clear of any grounds-crew workers. Nick then dropped his pants and proceeded to give his thanks by spraying his mentor’s tomb with liquid gold as the liquid slowly ran down the middle to give the tomb some color. Satisfied with his work after adding a few more drops to the collection, Nick pulled his pants back up and slowly walked back to his car. Hands in the pockets, looking for a reason to care, Nick had said his peace and the only thought on his mind was how to turn his physical pain into a mental advantage heading towards one of the biggest matches of his career. He wanted this dream to consume him. He needed that gold to make sense of everything he had worked towards. If he had sinned, it would be in the name of greed. Greed to become the best and George helped nurture that greed. Greed was a goal that motivated Malone towards all of his riches. If anybody was going to prevent Malone from capturing his greatest glory, it would be him, and him alone.

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The sweetest thing I’ve ever known was a cold embrace.

An embrace of a disintegrating dream.

That dream seemed faded when I saw a dark cloud gather.

A dark cloud to some looms ever near.

To others, they allow this to happen.

A cancer with no clear objective is a disease that still kills.

I would love to give you the cure.

I would love to set you all free.

You’re all trapped.

The Saints are the only ones that can see.

You’re transfixed on saying I’ve never earned anything but how wrong can you be?

This band of hoodlums has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.

I may not win honorably but I am smart enough to win a battle that I design.

I’d be lying to you if I said my heart was in this.

What good is a war where nobody wins?

I never questioned your talent,

Only your intellect.

Your head is buried in the sand,

High with flight in the clouds.

I will be that bomb that sinks your sight.

Haze is my flight.

My plight of the unknown.

Even when history is written by the victors, I am the story that continues to unfold.

One of the many reasons why the Saints are always afloat isn’t for the change in the roster but it’s for the ideals. The ideals that are never disclosed. Unlike your band of misfits, the Saints are a brotherhood that you fail to understand.

We are the musketeers here that delivers a form of medicine that is bitter to the tongue.

The tongue of the sick that you parade around.

I grin knowing the hand I hold.

I know this match does not matter because I am focused on other matters.

Matters that mean nothing of fairness.

Matters that isn’t relevant over which faction holds more importance.

At the end of the day, I never worry about those that wish to be the clowns of this industry. I am a man that holds great pride in the action that my brotherhood plans. We act on those plans and while you hold a title belt of inexperience, I’m aware of your talents.

I’ve put my blood into this industry.

I’ve cried for those that had seen their dreams fade into obscurity.

You wish to pry me away from my weaknesses, there is nothing you can do that I haven’t already done to myself.

I am the bridge to lead those that cannot travel into warriors that can fight for another day. You hold no real cause while my intentions are pure and noble.

I am everything you are not.

I am a leader.

You’re just a follower.

”Are you just going to sit there all day or are you going to let time pass?” Thinking aloud was one of Nick’s traits as he sat, down, staring at the punching bag he looked across from. That reflection staring right back at him as it was the only figure in the room that had any sort of color. That bag would sway from time to time waiting for punches to be thrown. Instead of letting those punches hit him in the face, Nick wanted to fight back. He knew their philosophy was one of failure but they didn’t know any better. His experience didn’t lend him any favors but if he was going to die for something, he would die for something he believed in.

I’ve never grown tired of my enthusiasm because I’ve always wanted to come back for more. It’s a high that I always dream of.

It’s a dream I live every day.

It’s a reality I do not know.

Just ask Shane Sanders and James M. Cornette what they think of me. Will I still care what their response is? Probably not, but it’s worth a try. Without realizing it, you continue to slip backward with each step preventing you from seeing what makes me so successful.

Your audacity intrigues me. Never so bold have I seen you’re jump but I know your reach is just too short. The key to breaking down is growing up. Something you will never lean.

My brothers extend that hand of hope that can be felt every week. You slip behind those lines and you’ll earn that responsibility. If you lose to me, you’ll suffer the wrath of mediocrity. Something you dare call me.

If my heart is in this, then I will take great joy in hearing you suffer.

Hearing you scream will be my melody.

A melody of inspiration.

A melody of destiny.

“Can you see the light? Does it burn your eyes. If you say yes, then you will bare the cross of justice. If not, then you are stuck in the muck of the past. A sealed fate. I am a saint for caring about the past, maintaining the present, and earning my future. If you can’t believe in anything, believe in one you can trust. Believe in me.”

Nick softly laid down in a spot where Pepsi flowed like wine. Broncos could race for miles without any restriction. This wasn’t a fantasy. Only his reality that Dan Hayter would come to understand. One that Haze already knew. One that Shane Sanders felt the week before. A reality of lost hope.

I just sunk your Battleship.

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If you’re a bitch? Then I’m a Saint!

If you’re a bitch? Then I’m a Saint!

You can run.

You can also hide.

You can even scream with fright.

I’m not the big bad wolf you fear.

I’m only a man that can’t help but admire your courage.

Even when the world you know appears so grim.

Reactions only savor the moment that much deeper.

Much juicier when its typed from a computer.

I’m sorry you had to feel this hurt from my honest and humble opinions.

Now is not the time to weep.

I’ll be the virus that’ll make you blue screened forever.

Only time could tell how this story would end and it was Nick’s mission to drive that dagger right through the heart of this woman that dares to throw stones at the Legend of Destiny. The raindrops were drizzling overhead outside of the arena where Nick would do battle with this pretentious temptress. A match of this caliber would be better suited to be higher on the card as the crowd was assured to be getting their money’s worth out of this contest. Nick couldn’t help but observe this free spirit from afar. Her tough loss against Joshua Arcade in the previous week didn’t make her any less weaker of a competitor and with the time off that Nick had, this gave Nick the time to prepare mentally, but also physically. To heal old wounds and to welcome the taste of his own blood. He just sat and stewed about his efforts towards Behind Enemy Lines and if he were to seem like a credible threat to dismantle the early legacy of William Haze, losing would not be an option.

Nick Malone: There’s a past that we all try to avoid and forget. We try to fill those voids with temptations because we aren’t strong enough to fight those urges. We often break down because we resist the help of others when we need it most and I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve needed help plenty of times in my life where I’ve felt lost and confused. Hell, still do to this day. It’s what makes us human and I’ll never shy away from that which is why I’m proud to be in a family that cares about our collective needs. There’s always room for one more soul. No matter how many lies you tell, all will be forgiven, but I shouldn’t be the one to convince you, conventional wisdom shall.

Nick slowly drove down the rainy streets of Salt Lake City and can find a few stragglers, walking aimlessly near the Energy Solutions Centre and can find the glitz and glamor of FTW, all set up for later tonight’s big event. Before that, Nick needed to train his mind, body, and soul. He couldn’t take his mind off of Shane Sanders, as she was his top priority. The feature of discipline would help to structure Nick’s rage in a manner that would benefit him towards this fight. He knew that Shane would take shortcuts in this battle, any wrestler would as long as they couldn’t get caught. Nick slowly pulled into a local gym along the intersection of Poplar Grove and Rose Park. Nick parked the Black Lincoln Navigator and slowly crept into the gym without much fanfare. He didn’t mind the rain as it was God’s way of expressing his emotions. Everybody needed to cry once in a while.

Nick Malone: I wouldn’t have been surprised at all Shane if you had a 13 year old come up with such wit on an internet blog such as yours. It shows the green in your eyes and while my intentions were never to hurt you, if it helps you see the light, then you will have learned a very important lesson. Anyone can change when they find a direction. A path to enlightenment if you will. You need discipline in the worst way and it’ll give me so much joy to hear you beg. Beg like the dog that you are. Beg like the bitch you pretend to be.

Nick slipped into a mind of comfort where his voice could only be heard. The room was dark in this Gym where he was the only occupant as this was all too familiar to Nick. No light bulb was needed for the spark of light that flowed freely. In this room of darkness, the embers burned brightly after a flame grew. It sparked the chain of carbons emitting all throughout the room. Nick didn’t want to let go but for his emotions this was the only way he knew. In a world so dark, he could see everything so clearly. He could see the spousal abuse and the lessons of discipline that helped to mold him into the king he is today. King of his own mind and a King of saintly divinity.

Nick Malone: I can’t help but love thy neighbor. She was so innocent compared to this mutt from Huntington, NY. She was pure where she could do no wrong. I was from a family torn apart by love. I couldn’t be touched with a ten foot pole because of the filth that my families reputation held. I saw alot of qualities in that woman, the same way I do with Shane. She’s pure but misguided. She was such a tease, she just didn’t know how much love I had for her.

Then the slut had to die due to a drug overdose.

The only light that could be seen from the flame was the slow tear rolling down Nick’s face. Recalling this memory only brought more pain to his eyes.

Nick Malone: She had let her innocence wander into promiscuity. Her pureness was tainted thanks to a frat party, where the deadly combination of her blood alcohol content mixed with the hazy joint in her right hand and her left hand on the wheel of her 2002 Ford Explorer, veered off the lane and rolled to the side of the Long Island Expressway. I still mourn her death.

Nick’s tears slowly rolled down the side of his cheek and remembered his match with Shane Sanders. All of this emotion would only fuel Nick’s motivation to remain pure for the greater good of his new family.

I never imagined I would get this angry.

Angry over a soulless beauty.

Beauty to which I will never understand.

Anything you suggest,

She’ll do anything to please her guests.

In a battle to become the best,

I will lick the skin of sin,

After I kick her in the face,

Hoping to find a cure.

I am the one that is pure.

Trust me.

You all will be better for this sacrifice.

The lessons that Nick were taught outside of the world of wrestling helped to organize his discipline in a manner that would be more structured to succeed. After being broken down physically, Nick was built back up to believe that if anybody was going to work as hard as him, they would have to die trying. To face Nick’s toughest battle, he would have to test himself over these next few weeks to prepare himself to reach a spot of acclaim that very few people ever achieve. It was his right to approach this destiny. He was never a preacher but even with the hand of God, aiding this journey, he would smite those that would hold him back. Failure would never be an option.

Nick Malone: Shane, I will pray for your safety but there will be no mercy shown. I have done everything in my power whether it be friend or be foe to earn this spot and I’m not just about to have this journey be derailed anytime soon. You should have stayed in the kitchen and smoked that last joint to avoid this misery you’ll feel.

I hate you. I always will.

Nick stepped out of the darkened room to find the light that had been previously concealed. Nick walked further into that light as the screen slowly faded back into the darkness. The darkness that to Nick, was ever so pure. It was his happiness. It was his love and his passion. He’d share his passion with Shane Sanders just once so she can truly understand for once, and not for pretend, what it’s like to break on through to the other side.

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This little number is dedicated to the baby in the corner, Shane Sanders

This little number is dedicated to the baby in the corner, Shane Sanders

Beauty thrashes the beast.

The beast rests eternally while I salvage the weak.

The weak cannot speak out of fear.

Fear to break on through to the other side.

The other side that holds the house of the rising sun.

A house Jim Morrison would be too afraid to step into.

I open that door to find a shining light.

A light of beauty;

A light of opportunity;

A light of destiny.

Softly strumming away on his guitar, he didn’t care where he would end up as long as that destination had a point. This vagabond traveled along the long and windy roads, full of vigor and hate as he continued to drift. This man of opportunity that Nick described as “The Beast” wanted to destroy everything of beauty because he could not understand the fate that he had chosen. One wrong turn would veer him off the path of valor for which he used to protect. He was a hero although he just didn’t know it yet. He knew he stood for a moral purpose but he didn’t know why. All of these questions could have been answered, but he chose to run away, down that long and lonely road.

Nick Malone: Like a rolling stone, I am a man that holds no home. I look into the eyes of the damned, the scorned, the bitter, and the homeless, knowing of their regret. They know they could’ve done better but they chose the road of temptation to risk it all. They walked away with three strikes against their reputation and now, they’ve lost it all. They live in the darkness like I.

Nick looked at the passengers pass him from cart to cart. This train was rolling from San Jose, to Salt Lake City, in Utah, and the only concern Nick had would be if Shane Sanders had even considered the dangerous situation she had wandered herself into. He knew she was a free spirit that had little aspirations but what he was playing for her would be a gift of a clean mind. One of pure thought. One that would see to it that moral wisdom would be the conventional thought. Unlike Kanye West, Nick held the power softly in the palm of his hand as he listened to the Train make several stops along the way. Around the curvy mountain ranges of The Rockies and soon enough, into Salt Lake City, Utah.

Nick Malone: I laugh because I cannot cry without destroying your hope. Never so fresh have I seen someone waste as much opportunity as Shane Sanders. She drifts hopelessly to bank everything on her beauty. I see the shame in your eyes and I know you wanna run away, but I am the one you shouldn’t run away from. I know you hold much doubt. I know you’re scared, trying to not show your, fear but I can read that poker face of yours even with the shades of music blinding your eyes and ears. You run away to that happy place just to avoid your greatest fear. I am the one individual you shouldn’t have messed with because I’ll be the burning bush that fills your lungs with poison, not the over-exaggerated feeling of craving this “munchi.”

Nick knew he couldn’t explain his actions, but for those that he called to be his “brothers” they knew this feeling all too well. Driven by loss, they moved to the music from the beats of their own drums. They lived in the 21st century with a mindset of revolutionizing a lost cause. That road from the beginning had many detours but he stayed straight while falling down a few times, only to get back up and fighting some more. Shane Sanders would be another soul that Nick could see was lost and hopeless. He knew she didn’t have to fall into that net and strangle her hopes to succeed. but she did it willingly by ignoring the thought of the conscious. He saw himself as the voice of reason that could cure the mindless and shine the spotlight down on the weak to hear what they had to say. Everybody had a right to share in his destiny.

The best advice I can give you is to understand.

Understand why the devil works the way he does.

He may be cunning,

But he adores his fans.

He admires the attention you give him every time you feel that buzz.

With your head in the clouds,

Just keep playing that guitar slowly.

Janis Joplin would even approve of that spirit you cater to.

Bring your suitcase.

Snap those pictures.

Cherish those memories.

Because it’ll never last.

We’re arriving to your beginning.

The beginning you’ll wish had never started.

You can try to tune out,

I’ll force you to listen.

Beauty can’t buy you everything.

It may buy you forgiveness from Magnum,

From me,

You’ll have none.

While others may be strapped to that ball and chain, Nick knows his time is drawing to a near as he can watch the snow-capped mountains from afar. Salt Lake City, was near where no Jazz would be played. The only music that Nick could hear would be the sounds of Shane Sanders moaning to make this adventure all be over. Nick can find the curious faces of the children staring over at him from a few carts away. Their innocence so pure and honest. Never tarnished. Nick’s soul wanted to have the relationship they had with their parents but the past could never be changed. He could hear the doves crying from over head as Nick didn’t want to damage the young career of Shane Sanders but to send that message to William Haze, the deed had to be done. Weakness would no longer be tolerated. The strumming on the guitar got to a more aggressive pace as the mothers tried to usher their children away from this man with, seemingly, no purpose. They couldn’t understand or even tried to listen to Nick’s tale of American Beauty. They just ran away.

Nick Malone: I play this song out of fascination. Fascination to see the eyes weep. They weep out of fear because of this violence and anger demonstrated towards a helpless young woman like Shane Sanders. If it made you feel any better, it makes me feel sick that I have to punish this young soul for doing nothing wrong. She was innocent like OJ, but sinful like Jim Morrison. I will stand by my convictions until she proves me wrong. Her place is in the kitchen and not in my sacred temple. I know you’re watching this William because you can’t turn away, but your time is coming just like this slaughtered lamb, called Shane Sanders.

I got your message Haze.

Nick could feel the vibrations of the train slowing down towards it’s ultimate destination. He knew he had gold kept in a safe place only for the miners to find ruble. Nick slowly got up from his seat and walked past the conductor and handed him his ticket after the train had come to a full stop. He could find the loved ones docked near by the entrance to greet those they cared about as Nick held onto his Guitar and carry on luggage. He was one warrior prepared to violate the petals of an innocent flower as William Haze was dancing that fine line before he could cross over into Nick’s enemy lines.

Now understand mine.

Nick carefully stepped off the train and looked up at the carved into a crude wood sign stated the entrance for Nick’s beginning and Shane Sanders...

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Hey guys....I haven't asked for this before but...

I haven't done one of these in a while and with the time off I have this week, I wanted to get something in that would show a little bit of Nick's past. Give a little detail into Nick's character. I may do more of these but this is also a little bit of a preview for what is to come for Mr. Haze at BEL. Can you guys help me out and tell me what you thought of it by dropping a review in here or telling me on MSN? I'd really appreciate it.... Thanks

Here's the link...

http://fullthrottlewrestling.org/index.php?act=ST&f=8&t=3220                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

It Never Used To Be This Way

It Never Used To Be This Way

Mirror,

Oh Mirror on the wall.

How does the fairest look at all?

Short or Tall?

Frail?

Alone?

Bitter?

Satisfied?

Indeed, I am.

In a room filled with silence, Simon and Garfunkel would be proud. Darkness was Nick’s only friend. Darkness was Nick’s path to freedom as he discovered who he was that faithful day when he would spend plenty of nights to himself. Not contemplating if what he had done was right, but accepting what he had done was the only thing he could have done. There was no other outlet to express this anger as it kept Nick up many a night. He could replay that one moment again like it was instant replay. To some, it was an act of cowardice that one continues to prove right to this day. All of those outside voices didn’t matter to Nick as he had been given a gift. A gift to reflect. A gift that time could heal. A gift that most would take for granted. It’s a gift that darkness would understand.

Nick Malone: I’ve grown used to this feeling. I was sheltered from what life could have been but I hold no regrets. My mother tried to protect me from the cruel vices the real world presented. She tried to shield my eyes from the truth that she, herself, eventually succumbed to those painful vices. There was little she could do to support a life that she could not afford with little education. She had wed into a loveless relationship with a man that abused her at every turn. She tried to believe that things would change, but they never did.

Sitting in that darkened room gave Nick a sense of comfort. It was in this room where he heard many of nights, the verbal abuse coming from both spouse in the room adjacent from his. Slander being thrown around like it was a piece of bread for the starving pigeons to fight over. The incensed rage consuming both parties. An argument over nothing would turn into fists being thrown. Nick would just curl up into a ball, hoping that all of this would one day be over. An impressionable Malone at the tender age of 5 would learn to hear these terrible words used with such malice that most mothers would frown to even allow Nick to enter their homes because they thought of him to be a “negative influence” on little Billy or molly. That reputation spread like wildfire, causing Nick to miss out on the socializing events like birthday parties with the little creepy clown and the Cowboys and Indian parties.

Thanks Mom.

Thank you for making me who I am today.

Without your influence,

I wouldn’t be where I am today.

Your words of wisdom helped to give me the confidence.

Your tender loving care nurtured my rage.

You were the reason for my love,

Turning into hate.

I saw you snort those lines of love to protect me.

You gave up your body to put a roof over my head.

You were the mother I wish I never had.

I used to love you.

Now,

I could care less whether you live or die.

During his teenage years, you could get into alot of trouble growing up on the mean streets of Huntington, NY. A loitering charge could bring a heavy sentence of juvenile delinquency but this was the only life Nick knew. He wasn’t one of the popular kids in school, but the education he earned was the loyalty of the streets. He respected those that tried to act tough while real headway was being done in moving the puzzle pieces together further distancing the relationship he had with his mother. His father walked out when he was trying to lear 3 plus 3. Nick found out that that was how many women he had on the side aside from the woman he went into wedlock with. Do the math, you’ll figure it out soon enough. Troubles youth’s never turn out this promising but Nick was determined to never be as dead-end as either of his parents and work harder than most would expect to learn proper discipline.

Nick Malone: Fuck him and his little poodles too. He had that insatiable need to always be satisfied but that hit never came so he chased it more and more. Something my mother and that bastard actually had in common.

Nick looked at the window and could find that the dark and gloomy clouds gave no light away into this already darkened room. This was how Nick wanted it to remain as he could slowly nod to the beats of silence. This was music to his ears. Where he could drift away without any sudden distraction. This is where he could be whole again and after losing his way, faith would be his journey back home. Where he belonged.

Nick Malone: I needed to get away from it all but it would just grow every time I walked through the front door. I’d find her passed out on the couch with those lines of love parted on the table, infront of the TV, and a beer bottle that was already spilled. There wouldn’t be anybody that I knew that could lead the way but I, if I was ever going to make a life of my own, without it crumbling into little pieces.

Sweep The Fuckin’ Leg!

Nick then turned on the lights in the room to find that his hands were cut. Blood was slowly trickling down to the ground as Nick wasn’t afraid. He was satisfied for this lesson and to share his body with the only feeling that ever embraced him. The feeling of darkness. Nick licked up the tiny cut as he could taste the blood on the tip of his tongue to the base of his lips. There would be more lessons to be learned from this experience but as the light dawned onto the pupils of Nick’s eyes to see so clearly. Nick knew that the challenges he’d have to face would seem insignificant to the morals he’s already faced. Hazy days makes for rain sooner than later and destiny and hope would play a role in the biggest motion picture of all time. This was only the end.

The end of the beginning.

The beginning to your end.