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‘I was pierced with glass, drenched with blood, and I didn’t know where I was. I had just been slammed from 16ft up in the air through two panes of glass, I had been legitimately knocked out cold for a good two minutes and seriously thought I was gonna die if I were to take another fall like that. With that in mind, I looked down at my doomed opponent. The last words that rolled through my mind were “I’ve had a good run” and I was airborne.’
‘Looking back, I must have been quietly confident somewhere in my heart that night. I’ve always convinced myself that the last word that will ever roll through my mind, or off my tongue will be ‘Jesus.’ On this night, I was close to death than I’d ever been, yet somewhere in that beaten, battered and bruised body, there was a heart and a soul that was thoroghly intent on seeing this through and God watching over me with exactly the same idea, thus, the words were fed into my brain, by Him.
All I remember after that was my elbow connecting perfectly with Nash’s chest, and a similar sensation to the one I experienced only a few minutes before I guess. Once again, I was knocked out cold, but this time, a good 6 minutes elapsed before I came to. Everything was a blur as I stumbled round the building and back onto the ramp, tripping over one of the lights that were located to the edge of the ramp that I was currently, trying to keep to. I looked down and realised that I was no longer wearing my booger colored green shirt. I later found out through videos that it was ripped off during the elbow drop I had ended the match with. I looked up at the titontron only to see a vision that I had foreseen when I was a mere 14 years old; although my hair was drenched in blood, and my face was, to quote Jim Ross ‘A crimson mask’, I saw three splinters of glass in my left shoulder, with three streams of blood trickling down my back. A great blessing came over me. Another dream had been fulfilled. I was humbled, and said a silent prayer of thanks as I stumbled up the ramp to the tune of “Real American” while, unbeknownst to me, 64, 000+ fans were standing on their feet in applause in awe, admiration, and disbelief for what had just occurred in front of their very eyes.’
‘Let that be a lesson to peoples all over the world, young and old, The Lord has the power to fulfil dreams exactly as you plan them.’
Excerpt from ‘Chuck Soul – True Story’ in analysis of the legendary ‘Up-on-a-Roof’ match. A match that was invented, planned and carried out by Chuck Soul and later called ‘The greatest match of all time’ replacing Hell in a Cell 1998 with The Undertaker vs. Mankind (Mick Foley). The match also earned the title ‘The match that shook the world’.
“God is the only one who should be praised for this. His is the only name worthy to be glorified. He truly is God, and I am humbled by his works of wonder”
Chuck Soul
> I dunno. You see yourself getting added to Tazz'z 2003 choke-out list?
> Ah, then shut your mouth. You've never had a dream have you? Never had
> a vision into the future. It's no wonder your ignorant. I have no time
> for "realists" as yourself. I got enough of that growing
> up.
>
> ...nuff said.
Right number one, learn how to spell, number two; normally I'd ignore little pr*cks on the internet who rip into people but you seem to be taking everything a little too seriously Chuck. I mean christ you don't half talk some b*llocks don't you, you're like a walking, talking WWE machine with pants insults that would make every non-wrestler in the world cry with pity.
I'm going to write an autobiography later about how I become King of England and get off with Jenna Jameson.
second of all falling 16ft you wouldn't be able to climb up the stairs and you'd bleed to death from all the glass stuck in you.
> If u really want to be a wrestler u can start NOW, i mean get out
> there and learn rarther than sit at a computer and type fake
> autobiographys.
>
> but 10 out of 10 on your english, realization and imagination.
>
> I fourght it was real.....
DW, put this guy straight. I'm a busy man.
> How can you write an autobiography when it hasn't even happened. And
> what's with all this anyway, do you see yourself as becoming some
> hardcore legend in the wrestling world or something?
I dunno. You see yourself getting added to Tazz'z 2003 choke-out list? Ah, then shut your mouth. You've never had a dream have you? Never had a vision into the future. It's no wonder your ignorant. I have no time for "realists" as yourself. I got enough of that growing up.
...nuff said.
but 10 out of 10 on your english, realization and imagination.
I fourght it was real.....
> Please don't tell me you are really planning on particapating in a
> match like that? That's some dangerous sh*t :D
Well, I fully intend to become 'The World's Crazies**t' man. I plan to have a 17 year hardcore career. That match would occur in the 16th year, so if I die, it'll be doing something I love, and I would have a previous hardcore career to look back on, and be proud of. I intend to end my career in a Hell in a Cell match, being powerbombed through the top of the cage. If I live through my career, I wanna become a full time play-by-play announcer, preferably like J.R, but if not, I'd be happy to play the role of Tazz. Then, I wanna s**tart a wres**tling school in Britain, you don't have many over there, it'd be nice to see some royal dreams come true. But when I talk about s**tuff like that, it makes me realise, I ain't even s**tarted.