This itch started around Christmas time. I purchased a magazine dealing completely with Shawn Michaels. It inspired me in a way. I learned some new stuff, and refreshed some old stuff. Then, over New Years, I got in touch with Exodus, and we spoke of wrestling. Actually, he spoke of wrestling, I just scratched that itch. It worked.
Months pass and manage to keep this itch under control. I still watched wrestling on TV, perhaps that's what inflamed the rash. I don't know. I walk into my bedroom one day and I think about the old title. I brush the nastolgic feeling off my shoulder and get dressed. I probably go another week before thinking about that dusty title once again.
I shuffle through some stuff from the past, and I can't find it...so I scratch that itch and I get dressed. Around another week passes before I walk into my room one morning and look once more. In the floor, beside my bed, I find the WKWL Wrestling Championship. I pick it up and I hang it from the window to smooth out any wrinkles in the leather.
I found myself laying down before I went to sleep and thinking up new plots...new stories...new lectures..new speeches..new gimmicks...everyday, I walk into my room to get dressed and I see that belt looking at me from across the room...I don't know if it's been telling me to get back into the game...or if it was the TV..or if it was the magazines...but something is telling me to do this again.
Next time you see me, Michael Hickenbottom will be stopping the show just like he always used to.
