Post by Cosmo Goldworthy on Jun 1, 2023 21:37:14 GMT -6
With the cameras off, the lights not so bright, that’s when a man shows their true colors. Following a successful victory at GAMBIT over Steve Lawson, Cosmo Goldworthy celebrated his newly won Rampage contract by spending the rest of the night enjoying the dazzling and vivacious city of Fukuoka, Japan.
…Obviously, it was a trip - considering the fact he doesn’t understand a lick of Japanese.
…
Cosmo stands around in the club, drinking out of a glass with saké in it. He keeps a low key vibe all the way through, and he sure as hell isn’t the ‘center of attention’ here. Well, not at first. While Cosmo is chilling at the bar, a Japanese man walks up to him with a phone in hand.
Cosmo raises an eyebrow, he doesn’t really care about having fans or anything of that nature, but the idea that someone did recognize him is a bit intriguing.
That is, well, until the man asks in broken English: “Yuo pley besketball?” The man holds his phone out, signaling for a picture together. Cosmo’s intrigued expression quickly fades away, and he stares blankly at the man. “The fuck? Does it look like I play basketball?” He responds, agitated.
The man remains staring at Cosmo, and the only words he was able to decipher most likely was fuck and basketball, but mostly basketball.
He smiles at Cosmo and turns, taking a selfie of the two. “Arigatogozaimasu! Nihon o tanoshimimashou!” The smile on his face remains and he waves to Cosmo, turning around and walking off.
Cosmo watches the man leave, contemplating his decisions in life that brought him to that odd-ass conversation. He was sure he meant no harm, but there was something both offensive and fascinating about the idea that being slightly taller than the rest and having some melanin brought the idea that you played basketball, or at least were somewhat famous.
He’s not famous yet, but he sure as hell plans on being it by the end of this year.
Regardless, Cosmo rolls his eyes and resumes drinking saké. He wanted to make a remark about the ‘perks’ of being black and in Japan, but that’s not really a perk.
..Is it?
…
Japan is nice. Japan is beautiful. But it ain’t home. The night after Cosmo inked his EWC contract, he drove to his old high school after school hours, and there he stood on the football field that helped contribute to his toughness today. A wave of nostalgia hit Cosmo as he looked around the field. “..Damn.” He muttered to himself. “Never thought I woulda’ made it. But it’s about damn time. I’m determined. I’mma hustle. I’mma hustle til’ my last breath.” Cosmo then let out a deep exhale, closing his eyes and nodding to himself.
“Remember what Coach K said to me…” Cosmo stands there, lost in the moment. Don’t let nobody walk over you, son. You here for a reason. The confidence and flamboyance of Cosmo came from somewhere.
As much as he’d love to make people think he was born this way, he wasn’t. But with Coach K’s help, with his own growing self-esteem, he grew out of his shell. “I know they ain’t like me.” Cosmo finally opens his eyes, reminiscing about both his teammates and opponents. “Shiit, I wouldn’t like me either. And this wrestling thing? Yeah, the wrestlers ain’t gone like me. The fans ain’t gone like me. I’m out to be the best.”
Cosmo walks forward, his feet digging into the moist turf with every step he makes. He stares down at the turf, practically recounting the memories as he goes.
“They don’t gotta like it.. Don’t even gotta hate it.. But they will respect it. My entire life has built up to this moment. Scrutiny don’t bother me, I been thru’ it before. ..But failure? I can’t do that. I won’t do that.”
Cosmo sighs, looking around. “Coach K’s favorite quote?” He chuckles to himself, continuing to recite this back out loud in an attempt to stay grounded. “I never lose. I either win or learn, Nelson Mandela.” He nods his head, the quote is basically ingrained in his head at this point. Every single game, he said it. And Cosmo gets it, that’s why there’s a smile on his face.
“..And I been learnin’ my whole life, man. I gotta stand out, I gotta be the best. E-W-C.. All my chips are on the table, and I’m all in. Everything that I’ve done in my life culminates to THIS. It’s all I got, it’s all I need.”
He takes a deep breath, continuing. “I devote everything to this. I go out there and I kill it every single show. I don’t want anyone’s support, I don’t need the moral high ground. All I need to do is go out there and WIN! All I need to do is go out there and build the LEGEND of Cosmo Goldworthy, because I’ll be damned if my mama brought me into this world just to raise a damn loser. The ‘world’ has been lyin’ on my shoulders for my entire life.”
“I gotta bring somethin’ they ain’t never seen before. I’m crafty, I’m smart, and I ain’t no punk.” Cosmo rolls up his sleeve, looking at his Rolex. “..Time’s tickin’. I need a new watch, and the only way that’s happenin’ is if I get paid for bein’ the star that I KNOW I am.”
He pauses, starting to talk to himself. “So you go out there.. You show no cracks. You show that confidence, you radiate that winning aura.. Make sure that at the end of the day, they know you, and they respect you. Machiavelli once said it’s better to be feared than loved..."
"...And damn it, I agree."
Cosmo looks from side to side. Good talk, he thinks to himself. He turns around, heading off the football field and to his car.
…
Whether it be in Fukuoka or San Francisco, Cosmo Goldworthy’s true colors show in different ways - but they’re not as vibrant as he thinks they are. Regardless, his goal is clear. But how he gets to that moment is still something yet to be determined. At the end of the day though… This is all in the pursuit of The Ecstasy Of Gold.
…Obviously, it was a trip - considering the fact he doesn’t understand a lick of Japanese.
…
Cosmo stands around in the club, drinking out of a glass with saké in it. He keeps a low key vibe all the way through, and he sure as hell isn’t the ‘center of attention’ here. Well, not at first. While Cosmo is chilling at the bar, a Japanese man walks up to him with a phone in hand.
Cosmo raises an eyebrow, he doesn’t really care about having fans or anything of that nature, but the idea that someone did recognize him is a bit intriguing.
That is, well, until the man asks in broken English: “Yuo pley besketball?” The man holds his phone out, signaling for a picture together. Cosmo’s intrigued expression quickly fades away, and he stares blankly at the man. “The fuck? Does it look like I play basketball?” He responds, agitated.
The man remains staring at Cosmo, and the only words he was able to decipher most likely was fuck and basketball, but mostly basketball.
He smiles at Cosmo and turns, taking a selfie of the two. “Arigatogozaimasu! Nihon o tanoshimimashou!” The smile on his face remains and he waves to Cosmo, turning around and walking off.
Cosmo watches the man leave, contemplating his decisions in life that brought him to that odd-ass conversation. He was sure he meant no harm, but there was something both offensive and fascinating about the idea that being slightly taller than the rest and having some melanin brought the idea that you played basketball, or at least were somewhat famous.
He’s not famous yet, but he sure as hell plans on being it by the end of this year.
Regardless, Cosmo rolls his eyes and resumes drinking saké. He wanted to make a remark about the ‘perks’ of being black and in Japan, but that’s not really a perk.
..Is it?
…
Japan is nice. Japan is beautiful. But it ain’t home. The night after Cosmo inked his EWC contract, he drove to his old high school after school hours, and there he stood on the football field that helped contribute to his toughness today. A wave of nostalgia hit Cosmo as he looked around the field. “..Damn.” He muttered to himself. “Never thought I woulda’ made it. But it’s about damn time. I’m determined. I’mma hustle. I’mma hustle til’ my last breath.” Cosmo then let out a deep exhale, closing his eyes and nodding to himself.
“Remember what Coach K said to me…” Cosmo stands there, lost in the moment. Don’t let nobody walk over you, son. You here for a reason. The confidence and flamboyance of Cosmo came from somewhere.
As much as he’d love to make people think he was born this way, he wasn’t. But with Coach K’s help, with his own growing self-esteem, he grew out of his shell. “I know they ain’t like me.” Cosmo finally opens his eyes, reminiscing about both his teammates and opponents. “Shiit, I wouldn’t like me either. And this wrestling thing? Yeah, the wrestlers ain’t gone like me. The fans ain’t gone like me. I’m out to be the best.”
Cosmo walks forward, his feet digging into the moist turf with every step he makes. He stares down at the turf, practically recounting the memories as he goes.
“They don’t gotta like it.. Don’t even gotta hate it.. But they will respect it. My entire life has built up to this moment. Scrutiny don’t bother me, I been thru’ it before. ..But failure? I can’t do that. I won’t do that.”
Cosmo sighs, looking around. “Coach K’s favorite quote?” He chuckles to himself, continuing to recite this back out loud in an attempt to stay grounded. “I never lose. I either win or learn, Nelson Mandela.” He nods his head, the quote is basically ingrained in his head at this point. Every single game, he said it. And Cosmo gets it, that’s why there’s a smile on his face.
“..And I been learnin’ my whole life, man. I gotta stand out, I gotta be the best. E-W-C.. All my chips are on the table, and I’m all in. Everything that I’ve done in my life culminates to THIS. It’s all I got, it’s all I need.”
He takes a deep breath, continuing. “I devote everything to this. I go out there and I kill it every single show. I don’t want anyone’s support, I don’t need the moral high ground. All I need to do is go out there and WIN! All I need to do is go out there and build the LEGEND of Cosmo Goldworthy, because I’ll be damned if my mama brought me into this world just to raise a damn loser. The ‘world’ has been lyin’ on my shoulders for my entire life.”
“I gotta bring somethin’ they ain’t never seen before. I’m crafty, I’m smart, and I ain’t no punk.” Cosmo rolls up his sleeve, looking at his Rolex. “..Time’s tickin’. I need a new watch, and the only way that’s happenin’ is if I get paid for bein’ the star that I KNOW I am.”
He pauses, starting to talk to himself. “So you go out there.. You show no cracks. You show that confidence, you radiate that winning aura.. Make sure that at the end of the day, they know you, and they respect you. Machiavelli once said it’s better to be feared than loved..."
"...And damn it, I agree."
Cosmo looks from side to side. Good talk, he thinks to himself. He turns around, heading off the football field and to his car.
…
Whether it be in Fukuoka or San Francisco, Cosmo Goldworthy’s true colors show in different ways - but they’re not as vibrant as he thinks they are. Regardless, his goal is clear. But how he gets to that moment is still something yet to be determined. At the end of the day though… This is all in the pursuit of The Ecstasy Of Gold.
“IT’S AS GOOD AS GOLD.”
