Post by theprophetcometh on Feb 2, 2010 23:26:04 GMT -5
I've trained for this moment my entire life.
That statement wasn't a lie. Not one bit. It's no secret that the man who calls himself The Prophet has dedicated his entire life to training for anything and everything that could be thrown at him. Let us take a trip down memory lane, if you'll allow. The past is what defines us, they always say. Perhaps to truly understand the man Prophet is, one should look at the path that got him to where he is today. He was born to David and Sharon Helms. It was a cold night in early December in Brooklyn, New York. The city gets a bad reputation sometimes. It's not all gang violence and hookers. On that particular winter evening, the snow was falling. It was really quite the beautiful scene, really. The city bathed in a blanket of white. The reflection of the street lights illuminating the entire city. And his parents were happy. They'd yearned for a child for some time, and finally they'd gotten it. A little boy, only seven and a half pound when he was born. Happy they were, however. Many years passed, and they raised their child right. To respect others no matter what. To always turn the other cheek. To have faith in peace and nonviolence. So what changed? What made Prophet the bitter man he is today? His past has never been a secret. He was just a young boy when it happened. His parents had taken him out to dinner for his birthday. Nothing too fancy, they were humble people after all. But it was on that night that young Prophet's life would change forever. Walking home, they saw a man violently beating another. His father, being a police officer himself, took it upon himself to stand up for the poor victim. Little did he know that that would be the last thing he ever did. David sent Prophet to hide in an alley and approached the mugger. The man pulled out a gun and without hesitation shot his father. Prophet whimpered as he saw his father murdered in cold blood. The man then approached his mother and demanded she hand over her purse. She was scared and sobbing as she handed it over. Then the man put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. Prophet was horrified as he saw his parents die. The man ran off, and Prophet finally walked out to face the bitter truth. He collapsed by his parents, sobbing uncontrollably. It's impossible to know how long he was there for. Finally, one of his father's fellow officers found him. He called dispatch for an ambulance, but it was too late for David and Sharon.
Prophet had little family around. The only one in the immediate area was his mother's brother, a career construction worker and known alcoholic. He was sent to live with him. It was a hard life then. Fighting the depression of losing his parents was horrible enough. Now he had to deal with the constant threats of violence. He'd begun wearing long sleeves to hide the cigarette burns on his arms. To hide the bruises his uncle would leave on him if his every beck and call was not met. Prophet couldn't take it anymore, and he ran. For six months he lived on the streets. He'd constantly hide from the police, knowing they'd just send him back to the abuse. He'd constantly fight off the advances of the local gangs, seeking to give him a home in their organization. He'd fight off prostitutes and drug dealers. Finally, he met Lieutenant Aaron Morris. He was digging through a garbage can when Aaron found him. The officer pulled him to the side, and allowed Prophet to explain the situation. It was a long custody battle, but in the end Prophet was able to go home with the officer. And not too long after that, Aaron was given a transfer to Anna, Texas.It was a beautiful place to live. Prophet finally found a niche. Aaron taught him everything he knew about hand to hand combat, and Prophet loved every minute of it. He'd taken a liking to the exercise and the training. When he hit the seventh grade, he found his calling. He was put on the junior varsity wrestling team. He wouldn't stay long, however. After just a year, he was called up to the varsity squad. His coach saw something special in him. He appreciated Prophet's dedication to hard work. Prophet quickly became a star on the team, racking up win after win. He'd finally found a goal. He wanted to be a state champion. For years it had averted him. He'd come close his sophomore year. He made it to the semi-finals. However, a controversial call had cost him as he lost the match to the eventual champion. This only fueled him. He worked harder and harder. His junior year no one was able to defeat him. He won his close matches, and he destroyed those inferior to him. He went undefeated and finally took home that state title. But he didn't get complacent. It wasn't enough for him to be the champion. He wanted to dominate. So he worked even harder. While his teammates would go out and party, he went to his high school gym and lifted weights. When his friends were busy drinking and smoking weed, he watched tapes of his opponents. When everyone he knew tried to tempt him, he simply ignored them and trained harder. His senior year, no one was able to score on him. Another undefeated season, and another state title.
Victory is not achieved on the mat. It's achieved in the practice room. Preparation is everything.
After high school, Aaron was proud to send off the man he gladly called a son to Texas U. Prophet was the most highly recruited wrestler in the nation. At Texas, his work ethic only grew. He learned new techniques to make his work out even more effective. And he always sought to learn more. His first two years were successful, but again his goals were not met. He wanted to be the greatest wrestler in the nation. He would finally find that glory his junior year. He again won his close matches and dominated when facing an inferior opponent. Undefeated, he claimed his first national title. Again, it wasn't enough for him. There was no room for being complacent. He trained harder. He stuck to his values, even with the mockery of his teammates. It didn't matter to him. All that mattered was winning. His senior year was what any college wrestler would dream of. The most dominant season the NCAA had ever seen, no one was able to score a point on him. Every match he wrestled resulted in a pin. Every match he wrestled was nothing more than a display of what work ethic will accomplish. Again undefeated, he won a second NCAA title. He then went to the next level, and began training for the pros.
Prophet-" This is what I do. I am a wrestler. I dare you Scott, I dare you to name a man who dedicates his life to this sport more than I do. Check your own vanity at the door. You may be my greatest foe, but in the end it will be the same result. You do not work harder than I do. This doesn't mean to you what it means to me. I do not believe in being content. you know nothing of the struggles I have endured to get here. I do not lose focus. Never have, never will. I only focus more. Last month, I came into this company accepting nothing less then dominance. This is the moment I've waited my entire life for I will not be denied you will fall to the wayside like everyone else. This is the moment I've replayed in my head over and over again. I won't lose. I won't give you a chance to breathe. You only have yourself to blame for this. At this weeks Crash T.V., you'll see just what it means to provoke my ire.
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That statement wasn't a lie. Not one bit. It's no secret that the man who calls himself The Prophet has dedicated his entire life to training for anything and everything that could be thrown at him. Let us take a trip down memory lane, if you'll allow. The past is what defines us, they always say. Perhaps to truly understand the man Prophet is, one should look at the path that got him to where he is today. He was born to David and Sharon Helms. It was a cold night in early December in Brooklyn, New York. The city gets a bad reputation sometimes. It's not all gang violence and hookers. On that particular winter evening, the snow was falling. It was really quite the beautiful scene, really. The city bathed in a blanket of white. The reflection of the street lights illuminating the entire city. And his parents were happy. They'd yearned for a child for some time, and finally they'd gotten it. A little boy, only seven and a half pound when he was born. Happy they were, however. Many years passed, and they raised their child right. To respect others no matter what. To always turn the other cheek. To have faith in peace and nonviolence. So what changed? What made Prophet the bitter man he is today? His past has never been a secret. He was just a young boy when it happened. His parents had taken him out to dinner for his birthday. Nothing too fancy, they were humble people after all. But it was on that night that young Prophet's life would change forever. Walking home, they saw a man violently beating another. His father, being a police officer himself, took it upon himself to stand up for the poor victim. Little did he know that that would be the last thing he ever did. David sent Prophet to hide in an alley and approached the mugger. The man pulled out a gun and without hesitation shot his father. Prophet whimpered as he saw his father murdered in cold blood. The man then approached his mother and demanded she hand over her purse. She was scared and sobbing as she handed it over. Then the man put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. Prophet was horrified as he saw his parents die. The man ran off, and Prophet finally walked out to face the bitter truth. He collapsed by his parents, sobbing uncontrollably. It's impossible to know how long he was there for. Finally, one of his father's fellow officers found him. He called dispatch for an ambulance, but it was too late for David and Sharon.
Prophet had little family around. The only one in the immediate area was his mother's brother, a career construction worker and known alcoholic. He was sent to live with him. It was a hard life then. Fighting the depression of losing his parents was horrible enough. Now he had to deal with the constant threats of violence. He'd begun wearing long sleeves to hide the cigarette burns on his arms. To hide the bruises his uncle would leave on him if his every beck and call was not met. Prophet couldn't take it anymore, and he ran. For six months he lived on the streets. He'd constantly hide from the police, knowing they'd just send him back to the abuse. He'd constantly fight off the advances of the local gangs, seeking to give him a home in their organization. He'd fight off prostitutes and drug dealers. Finally, he met Lieutenant Aaron Morris. He was digging through a garbage can when Aaron found him. The officer pulled him to the side, and allowed Prophet to explain the situation. It was a long custody battle, but in the end Prophet was able to go home with the officer. And not too long after that, Aaron was given a transfer to Anna, Texas.It was a beautiful place to live. Prophet finally found a niche. Aaron taught him everything he knew about hand to hand combat, and Prophet loved every minute of it. He'd taken a liking to the exercise and the training. When he hit the seventh grade, he found his calling. He was put on the junior varsity wrestling team. He wouldn't stay long, however. After just a year, he was called up to the varsity squad. His coach saw something special in him. He appreciated Prophet's dedication to hard work. Prophet quickly became a star on the team, racking up win after win. He'd finally found a goal. He wanted to be a state champion. For years it had averted him. He'd come close his sophomore year. He made it to the semi-finals. However, a controversial call had cost him as he lost the match to the eventual champion. This only fueled him. He worked harder and harder. His junior year no one was able to defeat him. He won his close matches, and he destroyed those inferior to him. He went undefeated and finally took home that state title. But he didn't get complacent. It wasn't enough for him to be the champion. He wanted to dominate. So he worked even harder. While his teammates would go out and party, he went to his high school gym and lifted weights. When his friends were busy drinking and smoking weed, he watched tapes of his opponents. When everyone he knew tried to tempt him, he simply ignored them and trained harder. His senior year, no one was able to score on him. Another undefeated season, and another state title.
Victory is not achieved on the mat. It's achieved in the practice room. Preparation is everything.
After high school, Aaron was proud to send off the man he gladly called a son to Texas U. Prophet was the most highly recruited wrestler in the nation. At Texas, his work ethic only grew. He learned new techniques to make his work out even more effective. And he always sought to learn more. His first two years were successful, but again his goals were not met. He wanted to be the greatest wrestler in the nation. He would finally find that glory his junior year. He again won his close matches and dominated when facing an inferior opponent. Undefeated, he claimed his first national title. Again, it wasn't enough for him. There was no room for being complacent. He trained harder. He stuck to his values, even with the mockery of his teammates. It didn't matter to him. All that mattered was winning. His senior year was what any college wrestler would dream of. The most dominant season the NCAA had ever seen, no one was able to score a point on him. Every match he wrestled resulted in a pin. Every match he wrestled was nothing more than a display of what work ethic will accomplish. Again undefeated, he won a second NCAA title. He then went to the next level, and began training for the pros.
Prophet-" This is what I do. I am a wrestler. I dare you Scott, I dare you to name a man who dedicates his life to this sport more than I do. Check your own vanity at the door. You may be my greatest foe, but in the end it will be the same result. You do not work harder than I do. This doesn't mean to you what it means to me. I do not believe in being content. you know nothing of the struggles I have endured to get here. I do not lose focus. Never have, never will. I only focus more. Last month, I came into this company accepting nothing less then dominance. This is the moment I've waited my entire life for I will not be denied you will fall to the wayside like everyone else. This is the moment I've replayed in my head over and over again. I won't lose. I won't give you a chance to breathe. You only have yourself to blame for this. At this weeks Crash T.V., you'll see just what it means to provoke my ire.
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