Post by thedoc on May 30, 2014 12:06:43 GMT -5
It wasn’t a bad start, got a win, had a loss, but I wasn’t technically the reason, I supposed had I not been standing in the wrong place at the wrong time I wouldn’t have had my partner be tossed into me, and I wouldn’t have been unable to help her get her shoulder off the mat.
But those are, as they say, the breaks. Sometimes you are the dog and sometimes you are the tree, and that week against two very experienced wrestlers I guess I was the tree. I will grow, I will become better, I will certainly have more effective days in that ring because this game is mostly mental. Sure, you have to have a body that is able to follow the commands that your mind gives it, but ultimately wrestling as I have witnessed and participated so far is nothing more than a game of really, really physical chess.
So, the pretty girls won the titles and can stand tall as the top tag team in the federation for the time being, I won’t say they are safe for a long time but I think that ultimately this tag team thing isn’t for me, I mean, you have to put your faith and trust in someone else, the other teams all came with that ingrained in their DNA, and me, well, I have since I was a young child been a solitary soul, that is something that I learned over the years because of the issues.
We all come with our baggage and our own personal history that really defines who we are or who we will become. I will be honest, I shouldn’t be where I am today, I should be a statistic living off the system, trying to figure out how to squeeze my governmental check in order to somehow be able to afford cigarettes as opposed to some carrots to feed my children.
But living that, you can certainly become it, or you can surpass that.
And I wasn’t living that life anymore, and to get out I had to shut down my emotional response to such events, I had to remove myself from personal relationships and I did that for nearly twenty years. Sure there were trysts and moments but I haven’t had friends, I haven’t had relationships.
So why do I bring all this up?
Because I see across the ring from me, someone who quite literally is the complete opposite of me, someone who has enjoyed the good life from a young age, was gifted with certain athletic talent and has been ambling through life step by step, certainly enjoying a nice nest egg and the finest trainers in the world.
Those things are great, and they work well but when it comes down to it, what happens when someone is given gift after gift after gift? They don’t understand how to work, they don’t understand how to really set a goal and attain it. You are a tag champion, and you defeated my team last week, so it might seem odd that I am so down on your talent.
But let’s be honest, if Zelda was on my team I would have a belt around my waist right now.
You are a tag along.
A second rater.
You are a joke.
And the world sees it, everyone sees it. When it comes down to it, this match starts like so many jokes that have been told…
A rich aristocratic Londoner and a poor black girl from the ghetto go into a bar.
You will see the punchline this Sunday night.
{We are brought to a small corner shop in a very poor area of inner city Chicago, the Doc as a ten year old is carrying her little sister in her arms. She walks to the shelf and nonchalantly takes a can of infant formula, she looks at it, sets it back down and then fiddles with her purse, checking her change. She feels confident that she has enough money and walks to the counter.}
{The clerk isn’t a super nice friendly looking fellow; he looks like he works in an inner city bodega. She puts the formula on the counter and he works it around in her hands, she turns her purse before the guy even gives her a total. The guy looks at the pile of change and then at her, he shakes his head}
Clerk: This isn’t enough.
Doc: It was last time, my sister needs the formula, you have to…
{Suddenly a loud scream from off camera is heard; the camera pans back and we see a man with a sawed off shotgun and a mask walk into the scene. He pumps the gun and racks a shell, pointing it directly at the cashier.}
Robber: Give it all up!!
{IT seems that the clerk is used to this sort of thing and he looks at the man, opens the cash box and instead of pulling out the money produces a handgun. The robber turns as a shot fires forth from the pistol, the man manages to avoid a fatal shot but you see blood spurt from his leg as he dives behind an aisle, the baby starts to scream and the Doc looks so concerned, she looks across the room and sees the door and a clear path, she reaches up to the counter takes the formula and runs}
Clerk: You get back here you little thief, you don’t have enough money!!!
{The Doc ignores the screams as she rushes out of the door. She sprints carrying the canister of formula in one hand and her sister cradled in her other arm. She rounds a corner and ducks into an alley where she sits down, trying to calm her sister who has been crying at an alarming level, the baby starts to calm a little and her eyes well full of tears which then explode from her face. She begins sobbing uncontrollably reacting to all the events which just happened.}
{After a few moments this young girl composes herself, takes the formula and begins the walk home, her eyes slightly red and tears and snot obvious on her shirt, but she moves forward, onto the next challenge}
Skye, it would have been easy for me to fall into a role that society created for me. I could have followed the lead of my parents and worried more about my problems and always push those to the forefront, I could’ve done things like make sure I had cigarettes when my daughter starved without formula and unable to breastfeed because of all the alcohol and drugs that were coursing through her veins.
I mean, sure my sister didn’t make it much longer than she did, but I kept her alive, I kept her a part of this cruel disgusting world for as long as I could, I tried to give her what she needed but my parents had given up a long time previous. And I was but a young girl.
Sounds like excuses.
But I really did try.
What have you done Skye? You complain about trivial things when people in the world have real problems with real consequences. You are what is wrong with a world that is wrapped up in plastic and bows and you are someone, that when it comes down to, will not have the wherewithal to put my down. Sure you are more experienced but there is something you are missing.
Grit.
That isn’t something you are born with, that isn’t something you can buy with those flashy cards you hand to clerk after clerk at boutiques and it certainly isn’t something that you are going to ever be able to find.
Because Grit is gained through adversity, it is gained through struggle, it is gained through surviving and for people who are a shallow as you are, and survival isn’t even on your radar. My skill level is less than yours but I will take everything you give and keep on coming, I will nullify your flashy moves with a very basic and perfected wrestling arsenal because our moves couldn’t be more telling of our personalities.
You are glitzy and glamorous, highly rewarding but often ineffective because they are easily countered.
I am soap and water, basic but effective. It may take me time to wear you down, but I will wear you down slowly and surely.
And when that happens, when I show the world that I am something more than another person having a mid life crisis and trying some extreme sport to relive the past they never had, they will know that I am legit, they will know that this isn’t some gimmick or some stupid charade I am taking part in because I am trying to evade taxes or something of the sort.
My husband showed me the beauty of this business, he showed me a passion for something that amazed me beyond belief.
That is what drives me, and that is why I want to succeed. I want to succeed to impress my husband, to wow my son-in-law and to gain the respect of my daughter-in-law.
My first ever singles match occurs this weekend Skye, and you aren’t going to make my debut a bad one, you will be just the first on a list of my meteoric rise to the top.
But those are, as they say, the breaks. Sometimes you are the dog and sometimes you are the tree, and that week against two very experienced wrestlers I guess I was the tree. I will grow, I will become better, I will certainly have more effective days in that ring because this game is mostly mental. Sure, you have to have a body that is able to follow the commands that your mind gives it, but ultimately wrestling as I have witnessed and participated so far is nothing more than a game of really, really physical chess.
So, the pretty girls won the titles and can stand tall as the top tag team in the federation for the time being, I won’t say they are safe for a long time but I think that ultimately this tag team thing isn’t for me, I mean, you have to put your faith and trust in someone else, the other teams all came with that ingrained in their DNA, and me, well, I have since I was a young child been a solitary soul, that is something that I learned over the years because of the issues.
We all come with our baggage and our own personal history that really defines who we are or who we will become. I will be honest, I shouldn’t be where I am today, I should be a statistic living off the system, trying to figure out how to squeeze my governmental check in order to somehow be able to afford cigarettes as opposed to some carrots to feed my children.
But living that, you can certainly become it, or you can surpass that.
And I wasn’t living that life anymore, and to get out I had to shut down my emotional response to such events, I had to remove myself from personal relationships and I did that for nearly twenty years. Sure there were trysts and moments but I haven’t had friends, I haven’t had relationships.
So why do I bring all this up?
Because I see across the ring from me, someone who quite literally is the complete opposite of me, someone who has enjoyed the good life from a young age, was gifted with certain athletic talent and has been ambling through life step by step, certainly enjoying a nice nest egg and the finest trainers in the world.
Those things are great, and they work well but when it comes down to it, what happens when someone is given gift after gift after gift? They don’t understand how to work, they don’t understand how to really set a goal and attain it. You are a tag champion, and you defeated my team last week, so it might seem odd that I am so down on your talent.
But let’s be honest, if Zelda was on my team I would have a belt around my waist right now.
You are a tag along.
A second rater.
You are a joke.
And the world sees it, everyone sees it. When it comes down to it, this match starts like so many jokes that have been told…
A rich aristocratic Londoner and a poor black girl from the ghetto go into a bar.
You will see the punchline this Sunday night.
{We are brought to a small corner shop in a very poor area of inner city Chicago, the Doc as a ten year old is carrying her little sister in her arms. She walks to the shelf and nonchalantly takes a can of infant formula, she looks at it, sets it back down and then fiddles with her purse, checking her change. She feels confident that she has enough money and walks to the counter.}
{The clerk isn’t a super nice friendly looking fellow; he looks like he works in an inner city bodega. She puts the formula on the counter and he works it around in her hands, she turns her purse before the guy even gives her a total. The guy looks at the pile of change and then at her, he shakes his head}
Clerk: This isn’t enough.
Doc: It was last time, my sister needs the formula, you have to…
{Suddenly a loud scream from off camera is heard; the camera pans back and we see a man with a sawed off shotgun and a mask walk into the scene. He pumps the gun and racks a shell, pointing it directly at the cashier.}
Robber: Give it all up!!
{IT seems that the clerk is used to this sort of thing and he looks at the man, opens the cash box and instead of pulling out the money produces a handgun. The robber turns as a shot fires forth from the pistol, the man manages to avoid a fatal shot but you see blood spurt from his leg as he dives behind an aisle, the baby starts to scream and the Doc looks so concerned, she looks across the room and sees the door and a clear path, she reaches up to the counter takes the formula and runs}
Clerk: You get back here you little thief, you don’t have enough money!!!
{The Doc ignores the screams as she rushes out of the door. She sprints carrying the canister of formula in one hand and her sister cradled in her other arm. She rounds a corner and ducks into an alley where she sits down, trying to calm her sister who has been crying at an alarming level, the baby starts to calm a little and her eyes well full of tears which then explode from her face. She begins sobbing uncontrollably reacting to all the events which just happened.}
{After a few moments this young girl composes herself, takes the formula and begins the walk home, her eyes slightly red and tears and snot obvious on her shirt, but she moves forward, onto the next challenge}
Skye, it would have been easy for me to fall into a role that society created for me. I could have followed the lead of my parents and worried more about my problems and always push those to the forefront, I could’ve done things like make sure I had cigarettes when my daughter starved without formula and unable to breastfeed because of all the alcohol and drugs that were coursing through her veins.
I mean, sure my sister didn’t make it much longer than she did, but I kept her alive, I kept her a part of this cruel disgusting world for as long as I could, I tried to give her what she needed but my parents had given up a long time previous. And I was but a young girl.
Sounds like excuses.
But I really did try.
What have you done Skye? You complain about trivial things when people in the world have real problems with real consequences. You are what is wrong with a world that is wrapped up in plastic and bows and you are someone, that when it comes down to, will not have the wherewithal to put my down. Sure you are more experienced but there is something you are missing.
Grit.
That isn’t something you are born with, that isn’t something you can buy with those flashy cards you hand to clerk after clerk at boutiques and it certainly isn’t something that you are going to ever be able to find.
Because Grit is gained through adversity, it is gained through struggle, it is gained through surviving and for people who are a shallow as you are, and survival isn’t even on your radar. My skill level is less than yours but I will take everything you give and keep on coming, I will nullify your flashy moves with a very basic and perfected wrestling arsenal because our moves couldn’t be more telling of our personalities.
You are glitzy and glamorous, highly rewarding but often ineffective because they are easily countered.
I am soap and water, basic but effective. It may take me time to wear you down, but I will wear you down slowly and surely.
And when that happens, when I show the world that I am something more than another person having a mid life crisis and trying some extreme sport to relive the past they never had, they will know that I am legit, they will know that this isn’t some gimmick or some stupid charade I am taking part in because I am trying to evade taxes or something of the sort.
My husband showed me the beauty of this business, he showed me a passion for something that amazed me beyond belief.
That is what drives me, and that is why I want to succeed. I want to succeed to impress my husband, to wow my son-in-law and to gain the respect of my daughter-in-law.
My first ever singles match occurs this weekend Skye, and you aren’t going to make my debut a bad one, you will be just the first on a list of my meteoric rise to the top.