Post by Ander Carvetti on Oct 29, 2011 13:04:03 GMT -6
There is a general belief among everyone in the human race that no matter what happens in our lives, it always happens for some reason or another.
A relationship with a loved one ends, only for you to meet someone better six months down the road.
You get fired from a terrible job, only to land the career you want the next day.
You fight a battle and end up losing, but you go on to win the war, so to speak.
Those are just a few case examples of what I mean by this. There is always something on the horizon. Something on the roads that we walk day in and day out.
Often times, it's very easy to lose sight of this as we are so involved in what goes on in our lives (and really, why shouldn't we be?) We tend to lose sight of the bigger picture until we finally get that opportunity to step away. Once we get this chance to look at things objectively for the first time in a long while, only then do we see the “forest in the trees.”
Such has been my life since I came back into this company.
You could say that my career since my return from injury has been very up and down, that much is obvious.
I lost matches I really had no business losing. Jason Evans and Todd Williams should have never happened, but they did. I can't change those matches, but I can sure as hell make up for them.
And that's been the plan since then. Laszlo, Falcon, Webb... all cases where I had been all but written off, and why not? After the performances I had been putting on, I had no business winning those matches...
But I did.
Now one could say that this business is a very “What have you done for me lately?” environment. Going by that, one would think that I'm right back to 4th and 15 with no time left on the clock especially since I dropped the ball against Jimmy Zane.
And you know what? I did drop the ball, and I am looking at myself as though I'm at 4th and 15....
But I'm not out of commission, yet.
I feel like I'm Arturo Gatti and I'm trying to make it back to my feet after taking a “left hook from hell,” courtesy of Micky Ward. I've been knocked down, but I'm definitely not out. I can still fight and I still want to win. There's an opportunity to snatch victory and a reason to do so, and I'm still willing to stand and trade for a little longer...
The fact is, that loss to Jimmy Zane might have closed one door for me, but it also opened another. And if there's one thing that I do believe in, it is an opportunity to rise up from the grave and be reborn.
I've taken my lumps and I'm still standing. I've been beaten, battered, injured, and everything else in between... but my urge to keep going and my desire to win has never been crushed, not once.
And if there's one lesson that this company should have learned collectively, it is this:
When I'm backed into a corner, when I'm wounded, when I'm starved...
There is no beast more dangerous than I.
And no mistake right now... I am most definitely backed into a corner with no other direction to go. I have no other option but to fight my way out and throw everything I have at Jonas Potter...
Or my career dies. DOA. Pronounced dead on October 30th.
And to be quite honest, I'm not ready to die just yet. I'm not ready to call it quits. There are still some things for me to do in this business and if it means that I have to continue my goal of pulling myself out of hell and getting back onto my own to feet, then I will crawl inch by inch out of hell until I've escaped to purgatory at the least.
I'm going to do that, and I'm going to achieve what I was meant to.
I'm going to walk the road I'm on and I'm going to enter the door that's been opened.
I'm going to succeed at this opportunity.
I am going to be a champion, Jonas.
I'm just sorry that you had to be the one who thought you could corner me.
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(It is true that a loss can take a lot out of you. Weeks of progress made can be wiped away with a single aberration of defeat. It leaves you to sit back and wonder where exactly things went wrong...)
Fourty-one! Fourty-two! Fourty-three!
(The one thing that can be said about the pro-wrestling business is that you really don't have time to sit and wallow in a loss. If it happens, it happens. You just have to accept that it was one bad performance out of the week and look to the next one. There will be other chances to make up for it... including that very week.)
Fourty-four! Fourty-five! Fourty-six!
GAH!
(This coming week was really no exception. It was a pay-per-view week and a title opportunity, which was something I hadn't had in some time. I was being given a chance to make up for my loss against Jimmy Zane by taking the Honor Championship off of Dr. Jonas Potter... a feat that I knew was not going to be easy...)
Fourty-seven! Fourty-eight! Fourty-nine!
(Amy had decided that I needed to really be ready for this match. I needed to be sharp and on point, thus the kick drills you might be seeing in front of you. Fifty kicks to the pads, of which she was holding up. Ten sets. I was going to be ready for this match...)
Fifty!
Thank God!
(That had been the eighth set. I would be given a two minute rest and then we'd go right back to the pads. 100 more of those. My legs burned like hells, but this is where success comes from. Being ready. I owed it to myself to be ready for this match. Hell, I owed it to Amy to be ready for this match. She pulled me out of my rut, made me step back into the ring, and is keeping me committed. I owe her...)
How're you feeling?
(I took a seat on the floor and stretched my legs out a bit. I was definitely sweating and I was definitely exhausted. To be sure, there would be more days like this. Still... this is what it was going to take. This was the dedication that was going to be needed.)
I'll be alright. I'll be ready for this match. I'm gonna take that belt off of him...
(I looked up at her and she smiled at me. She nodded and removed the pads from her arms. She at that point knelt down next to me, touching my right leg...)
Are your legs killing you?
(I chuckled lightly through my heavy breathing and nodded...)
A tad, yeah.
(She started massaging my thigh with her hands, trying to ease the strain that I was feeling in them.)
You're going to be alright. You can win this match. You've made so many strides to get back to where you needed to be. This is just the final step.
(I smiled and nodded. No sooner, she leaned over and kissed me. I quickly felt my heart warm over a bit... among other things...)
Heh... you think for the last two sets instead of kick drills...?
I don't know... I want to see if you still have some left for me after you're done.
(She let loose an evil grin and she stood back up and grabbed the pads. She put them back on motioned me to stand up. And indeed I stood, ready to go again...)
One! Two! Three! Four!
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Jonas Potter.
Five weeks away from being the longest reigning Honor Champion in the history of this company.
Get out of this pay-per-view with your head on your shoulders, and you're just a match or two closer to that goal.
You will literally be going down the home stretch into the history books and you will have earned every bit of it. You will have defended that title with honor, respect, and dignity. No one will be able to take that away from you.
You have treated that title has though it is a worthwhile prize in this company, something that it probably hasn't been in sometime. You've given it a measure of credibility.
Congratulations on that. Really.
However, you are not in the history books just yet. You still, as you so eloquently put it, have five weeks to go. You are five weeks away from making history...
And you have me standing in your way.
You know, if this were two months ago, I'd go ahead and tell you that you have nothing to worry about. I'd be showing up injured and damn near unfit to compete. You'd be getting a bye week practically. A footnote into your title history.
You've fought long and hard to make that title mean something, and I'll give you credit for that. You don't even like the fact the fact that after coming off of a loss, I'm getting a title shot. It's more like this chance at greatness is a motivator to get me to actually try instead of actually earning that right. Hell, maybe the boss does like me.
Honestly, I don't know and I can't say that I care. What I do know is that I have an opportunity that's sitting in front of me and I'd be a fool to not try and make the most of it. I'd be an idiot to not throw everything that I have at you and try to knock you off of your perch.
...Any other time, you might have walked into this match and walked all over me and walked right out of that ring with your belt. Any other time, you would have an easy road to your five week goal. Any other time, you'd be nCw history.
But not this time. Not today. Not now. Not ever.
I'm going to enter that match, and believe me, I do have every intent of fighting you tooth and nail and with absolutely every last ounce of life I have in my body. That ring is going to turn into a warzone. There will be blood, sweat, and tears all staining that ring when this is over with.
I'm prepared to take you Potter to the absolute depths, of that I am certain.
I'm sure you've heard this all before. I'm sure you've heard other bottom feeders say the same thing to you. After all, I'm just like everyone else that's come for that belt so far. Some guy who needs a motivation to get off of his ass to try and take a swing at you. Just another guy who's going to come up short.
Right, Potter.
Tell yourself that. I hope it works for you, I really do.
Just tell me what you're also going to say in five weeks when I have your belt.
That I'd give my career to hear.
A relationship with a loved one ends, only for you to meet someone better six months down the road.
You get fired from a terrible job, only to land the career you want the next day.
You fight a battle and end up losing, but you go on to win the war, so to speak.
Those are just a few case examples of what I mean by this. There is always something on the horizon. Something on the roads that we walk day in and day out.
Often times, it's very easy to lose sight of this as we are so involved in what goes on in our lives (and really, why shouldn't we be?) We tend to lose sight of the bigger picture until we finally get that opportunity to step away. Once we get this chance to look at things objectively for the first time in a long while, only then do we see the “forest in the trees.”
Such has been my life since I came back into this company.
You could say that my career since my return from injury has been very up and down, that much is obvious.
I lost matches I really had no business losing. Jason Evans and Todd Williams should have never happened, but they did. I can't change those matches, but I can sure as hell make up for them.
And that's been the plan since then. Laszlo, Falcon, Webb... all cases where I had been all but written off, and why not? After the performances I had been putting on, I had no business winning those matches...
But I did.
Now one could say that this business is a very “What have you done for me lately?” environment. Going by that, one would think that I'm right back to 4th and 15 with no time left on the clock especially since I dropped the ball against Jimmy Zane.
And you know what? I did drop the ball, and I am looking at myself as though I'm at 4th and 15....
But I'm not out of commission, yet.
I feel like I'm Arturo Gatti and I'm trying to make it back to my feet after taking a “left hook from hell,” courtesy of Micky Ward. I've been knocked down, but I'm definitely not out. I can still fight and I still want to win. There's an opportunity to snatch victory and a reason to do so, and I'm still willing to stand and trade for a little longer...
The fact is, that loss to Jimmy Zane might have closed one door for me, but it also opened another. And if there's one thing that I do believe in, it is an opportunity to rise up from the grave and be reborn.
I've taken my lumps and I'm still standing. I've been beaten, battered, injured, and everything else in between... but my urge to keep going and my desire to win has never been crushed, not once.
And if there's one lesson that this company should have learned collectively, it is this:
When I'm backed into a corner, when I'm wounded, when I'm starved...
There is no beast more dangerous than I.
And no mistake right now... I am most definitely backed into a corner with no other direction to go. I have no other option but to fight my way out and throw everything I have at Jonas Potter...
Or my career dies. DOA. Pronounced dead on October 30th.
And to be quite honest, I'm not ready to die just yet. I'm not ready to call it quits. There are still some things for me to do in this business and if it means that I have to continue my goal of pulling myself out of hell and getting back onto my own to feet, then I will crawl inch by inch out of hell until I've escaped to purgatory at the least.
I'm going to do that, and I'm going to achieve what I was meant to.
I'm going to walk the road I'm on and I'm going to enter the door that's been opened.
I'm going to succeed at this opportunity.
I am going to be a champion, Jonas.
I'm just sorry that you had to be the one who thought you could corner me.
+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+
(It is true that a loss can take a lot out of you. Weeks of progress made can be wiped away with a single aberration of defeat. It leaves you to sit back and wonder where exactly things went wrong...)
Fourty-one! Fourty-two! Fourty-three!
(The one thing that can be said about the pro-wrestling business is that you really don't have time to sit and wallow in a loss. If it happens, it happens. You just have to accept that it was one bad performance out of the week and look to the next one. There will be other chances to make up for it... including that very week.)
Fourty-four! Fourty-five! Fourty-six!
GAH!
(This coming week was really no exception. It was a pay-per-view week and a title opportunity, which was something I hadn't had in some time. I was being given a chance to make up for my loss against Jimmy Zane by taking the Honor Championship off of Dr. Jonas Potter... a feat that I knew was not going to be easy...)
Fourty-seven! Fourty-eight! Fourty-nine!
(Amy had decided that I needed to really be ready for this match. I needed to be sharp and on point, thus the kick drills you might be seeing in front of you. Fifty kicks to the pads, of which she was holding up. Ten sets. I was going to be ready for this match...)
Fifty!
Thank God!
(That had been the eighth set. I would be given a two minute rest and then we'd go right back to the pads. 100 more of those. My legs burned like hells, but this is where success comes from. Being ready. I owed it to myself to be ready for this match. Hell, I owed it to Amy to be ready for this match. She pulled me out of my rut, made me step back into the ring, and is keeping me committed. I owe her...)
How're you feeling?
(I took a seat on the floor and stretched my legs out a bit. I was definitely sweating and I was definitely exhausted. To be sure, there would be more days like this. Still... this is what it was going to take. This was the dedication that was going to be needed.)
I'll be alright. I'll be ready for this match. I'm gonna take that belt off of him...
(I looked up at her and she smiled at me. She nodded and removed the pads from her arms. She at that point knelt down next to me, touching my right leg...)
Are your legs killing you?
(I chuckled lightly through my heavy breathing and nodded...)
A tad, yeah.
(She started massaging my thigh with her hands, trying to ease the strain that I was feeling in them.)
You're going to be alright. You can win this match. You've made so many strides to get back to where you needed to be. This is just the final step.
(I smiled and nodded. No sooner, she leaned over and kissed me. I quickly felt my heart warm over a bit... among other things...)
Heh... you think for the last two sets instead of kick drills...?
I don't know... I want to see if you still have some left for me after you're done.
(She let loose an evil grin and she stood back up and grabbed the pads. She put them back on motioned me to stand up. And indeed I stood, ready to go again...)
One! Two! Three! Four!
+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+
Jonas Potter.
Five weeks away from being the longest reigning Honor Champion in the history of this company.
Get out of this pay-per-view with your head on your shoulders, and you're just a match or two closer to that goal.
You will literally be going down the home stretch into the history books and you will have earned every bit of it. You will have defended that title with honor, respect, and dignity. No one will be able to take that away from you.
You have treated that title has though it is a worthwhile prize in this company, something that it probably hasn't been in sometime. You've given it a measure of credibility.
Congratulations on that. Really.
However, you are not in the history books just yet. You still, as you so eloquently put it, have five weeks to go. You are five weeks away from making history...
And you have me standing in your way.
You know, if this were two months ago, I'd go ahead and tell you that you have nothing to worry about. I'd be showing up injured and damn near unfit to compete. You'd be getting a bye week practically. A footnote into your title history.
You've fought long and hard to make that title mean something, and I'll give you credit for that. You don't even like the fact the fact that after coming off of a loss, I'm getting a title shot. It's more like this chance at greatness is a motivator to get me to actually try instead of actually earning that right. Hell, maybe the boss does like me.
Honestly, I don't know and I can't say that I care. What I do know is that I have an opportunity that's sitting in front of me and I'd be a fool to not try and make the most of it. I'd be an idiot to not throw everything that I have at you and try to knock you off of your perch.
...Any other time, you might have walked into this match and walked all over me and walked right out of that ring with your belt. Any other time, you would have an easy road to your five week goal. Any other time, you'd be nCw history.
But not this time. Not today. Not now. Not ever.
I'm going to enter that match, and believe me, I do have every intent of fighting you tooth and nail and with absolutely every last ounce of life I have in my body. That ring is going to turn into a warzone. There will be blood, sweat, and tears all staining that ring when this is over with.
I'm prepared to take you Potter to the absolute depths, of that I am certain.
I'm sure you've heard this all before. I'm sure you've heard other bottom feeders say the same thing to you. After all, I'm just like everyone else that's come for that belt so far. Some guy who needs a motivation to get off of his ass to try and take a swing at you. Just another guy who's going to come up short.
Right, Potter.
Tell yourself that. I hope it works for you, I really do.
Just tell me what you're also going to say in five weeks when I have your belt.
That I'd give my career to hear.
