Post by Keira Hunter on Jul 10, 2017 2:32:23 GMT
Things just didn’t seem right. I’m eighteen years old and I was already being handed a couple of big opportunities, first the Diamond in the Rough, and then the last chance battle royal to get into the Iron Maiden back in April and I’ll fully admit to each and every single one of you, I just wasn’t as prepared for it all as I thought I was.
The scene comes to and I’m sitting up against a brick wall, my legs curled up against my chest, my arms wrapped around said legs. I peer up, my black outlined eyes peering over my kneecaps. I didn’t exactly look happy, nor did I look too confident in my last decision to break the mold so early.
I tried my best in that tournament, there’s no doubting that at all. I just…
I let out a deep breath as I express a bit of humility.
Wasn’t ready.
I relax my legs a bit, looking off to the side before turning back to the camera.
But that was a couple of months ago, and this is now. Now with a few months of training under my belt. There’s a difference between knowing what you’re doing and being good at it. Yes, I trained for as long as I have before entering the Diamond In The Rough, and yes, I knew what I was doing inside that squared-circle. I knew how to perform every move in my repertoire, without seriously injuring someone, but there was just...I don’t know…
I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what was wrong, but I knew there was something.
Something missing?
I twist my legs beneath me, now sitting Indian-Style...much more comfortable.
So I had to go back and find what it is I thought was missing. I went to Chicago and I trained my butt off. I worked on cutting promos, I worked on some new moves, and low and behold, a commercial hits the televisions in the training area, and what do I see?
EVERYONE IS IN THE HEIRESS TO THE THRONE!
My eyes nearly bulged from my head. I was so excited that it literally couldn’t be contained...or so I feigned. Things then got serious as I gazed back to the camera.
I clearly couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by. I had to find my way into this tournament, and I had to figure out the best way to approach things. Then I looked at the IWF Open Fight Night challenges and saw that one Jennifer Williams was making a return to the IWF Ring. I stared at her open challenge, and I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to get back in that ring so badly that I replied in seconds of the original post going up. I wasn’t going to let this one get through, and so here we are, both Jenny and myself, trying to make a name for ourselves.
Me for the first time, her trying to relive the days of fame gone by.
I push myself off the ground and dust myself off.
And I’m not too sure that I’m okay with this.
This is supposed to be a “New Era” here in the IWF. This is supposed to be the time and place where people like me, both male and female, are supposed to be able to shine in the brightest of lights, and yet, here comes Jenny Williams back from the grave of NCW’s past to play in the new era.
I shrug my shoulders.
I mean, it’s not up to me, but that just seems a little contradictory if you ask me, but then again, I don’t make the matches around here. That being said, I hate to break it to you Jenny, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but facts are facts, and come Open Fight Night, I guarantee you right here and right now, I’m putting the mummy back in her sercofficus. I’m making sure the genie goes back in the bottle and you’re never granted the wish to be in a ring with me in a meaningful situation again.
I point to the side.
I’m not saying this to be arrogant, or a bitch like some people in this company, I’m just telling it like it is. I have confidence in my ability within those ropes. I know that when push comes to shove and it’s time to step up, I’ll be able to do so.
You?
Jenny Williams?
Well, you’ve proven time and time again that when that moment comes, and it’s your time to shine, you let it all pass you by. You watch your opportunities turn to dust and float off in the breeze, and really that’s quite sad.
Here’s the consolation prize Ms. Williams...you’ll still have that pretty face looking back at you in the mirror. After all, that’s why you’re here. You’re eye candy for the masses whereas I’m the one with skill in that ring. You’re the one who flashes a pretty smile, and high fives fans, signing autographs for the few people who want them outside of the arenas. I’m the one who is laser focused. I’m the one who has been getting better and better, and I’m the one who is going to earn herself some points in the Heiress to the Throne, and unfortunately for you...you’ll just be in the wrong place at the wrong time...again.
I walk off, turning the corner and disappearing from the camera’s view.
My Life...MY RULES!
The last you were clued in, you saw me run off from my boyfriend in high school, tears flowing down my face after being dumped by some guy who I thought was my world, who turned out not able to accept the fact that I wanted to be different. I ran to a corner, away from the rest of the world and just cried until I couldn’t produce any more tears.
The bell rang and it was time to go to class, and as much as I didn’t want to miss my first class, I didn’t have the willpower to exactly get up either. I sat there, listening as the footsteps moved from the quad areas over to the classrooms. Everything was outside, and to hear the sounds of footsteps on the concrete only made me want to get away from them even more. I looked to my left, and there was a rod iron fence holding us in like a herd of cattle on a ranch.
I was trapped.
The footsteps got farther and farther apart until they were no more. All the students were in their classes, and the teachers were taking their first headcounts, and here I was, alone...the way I wanted it, the way I would continue to want it, and the way I want it to this day.
I sat there alone, and it was at that moment where a lightbulb went off in my head. I was having an epiphany as I sat there, staring between the bars at the outside world as it continued to go on and on.
I didn’t need Scott (my boyfriend at the time), I didn’t need friends, I didn’t need anyone. I was my own girl and if the world couldn’t accept that fact, I would make them accept it.
My life...MY RULES!
I remained in my cozy little spot for quite some time until the next bell rang, and that’s when I got up and headed to my next, but first class. The looks came and went, and I’m sure the gossip ensued, but in the end, I just couldn’t care enough to respond. Things were about to change in my life, and as far as I’m concerned, they’ll be for the better.
The scene comes to and I’m sitting up against a brick wall, my legs curled up against my chest, my arms wrapped around said legs. I peer up, my black outlined eyes peering over my kneecaps. I didn’t exactly look happy, nor did I look too confident in my last decision to break the mold so early.
I tried my best in that tournament, there’s no doubting that at all. I just…
I let out a deep breath as I express a bit of humility.
Wasn’t ready.
I relax my legs a bit, looking off to the side before turning back to the camera.
But that was a couple of months ago, and this is now. Now with a few months of training under my belt. There’s a difference between knowing what you’re doing and being good at it. Yes, I trained for as long as I have before entering the Diamond In The Rough, and yes, I knew what I was doing inside that squared-circle. I knew how to perform every move in my repertoire, without seriously injuring someone, but there was just...I don’t know…
I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what was wrong, but I knew there was something.
Something missing?
I twist my legs beneath me, now sitting Indian-Style...much more comfortable.
So I had to go back and find what it is I thought was missing. I went to Chicago and I trained my butt off. I worked on cutting promos, I worked on some new moves, and low and behold, a commercial hits the televisions in the training area, and what do I see?
EVERYONE IS IN THE HEIRESS TO THE THRONE!
My eyes nearly bulged from my head. I was so excited that it literally couldn’t be contained...or so I feigned. Things then got serious as I gazed back to the camera.
I clearly couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by. I had to find my way into this tournament, and I had to figure out the best way to approach things. Then I looked at the IWF Open Fight Night challenges and saw that one Jennifer Williams was making a return to the IWF Ring. I stared at her open challenge, and I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to get back in that ring so badly that I replied in seconds of the original post going up. I wasn’t going to let this one get through, and so here we are, both Jenny and myself, trying to make a name for ourselves.
Me for the first time, her trying to relive the days of fame gone by.
I push myself off the ground and dust myself off.
And I’m not too sure that I’m okay with this.
This is supposed to be a “New Era” here in the IWF. This is supposed to be the time and place where people like me, both male and female, are supposed to be able to shine in the brightest of lights, and yet, here comes Jenny Williams back from the grave of NCW’s past to play in the new era.
I shrug my shoulders.
I mean, it’s not up to me, but that just seems a little contradictory if you ask me, but then again, I don’t make the matches around here. That being said, I hate to break it to you Jenny, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but facts are facts, and come Open Fight Night, I guarantee you right here and right now, I’m putting the mummy back in her sercofficus. I’m making sure the genie goes back in the bottle and you’re never granted the wish to be in a ring with me in a meaningful situation again.
I point to the side.
I’m not saying this to be arrogant, or a bitch like some people in this company, I’m just telling it like it is. I have confidence in my ability within those ropes. I know that when push comes to shove and it’s time to step up, I’ll be able to do so.
You?
Jenny Williams?
Well, you’ve proven time and time again that when that moment comes, and it’s your time to shine, you let it all pass you by. You watch your opportunities turn to dust and float off in the breeze, and really that’s quite sad.
Here’s the consolation prize Ms. Williams...you’ll still have that pretty face looking back at you in the mirror. After all, that’s why you’re here. You’re eye candy for the masses whereas I’m the one with skill in that ring. You’re the one who flashes a pretty smile, and high fives fans, signing autographs for the few people who want them outside of the arenas. I’m the one who is laser focused. I’m the one who has been getting better and better, and I’m the one who is going to earn herself some points in the Heiress to the Throne, and unfortunately for you...you’ll just be in the wrong place at the wrong time...again.
I walk off, turning the corner and disappearing from the camera’s view.
My Life...MY RULES!
The last you were clued in, you saw me run off from my boyfriend in high school, tears flowing down my face after being dumped by some guy who I thought was my world, who turned out not able to accept the fact that I wanted to be different. I ran to a corner, away from the rest of the world and just cried until I couldn’t produce any more tears.
The bell rang and it was time to go to class, and as much as I didn’t want to miss my first class, I didn’t have the willpower to exactly get up either. I sat there, listening as the footsteps moved from the quad areas over to the classrooms. Everything was outside, and to hear the sounds of footsteps on the concrete only made me want to get away from them even more. I looked to my left, and there was a rod iron fence holding us in like a herd of cattle on a ranch.
I was trapped.
The footsteps got farther and farther apart until they were no more. All the students were in their classes, and the teachers were taking their first headcounts, and here I was, alone...the way I wanted it, the way I would continue to want it, and the way I want it to this day.
I sat there alone, and it was at that moment where a lightbulb went off in my head. I was having an epiphany as I sat there, staring between the bars at the outside world as it continued to go on and on.
I didn’t need Scott (my boyfriend at the time), I didn’t need friends, I didn’t need anyone. I was my own girl and if the world couldn’t accept that fact, I would make them accept it.
My life...MY RULES!
I remained in my cozy little spot for quite some time until the next bell rang, and that’s when I got up and headed to my next, but first class. The looks came and went, and I’m sure the gossip ensued, but in the end, I just couldn’t care enough to respond. Things were about to change in my life, and as far as I’m concerned, they’ll be for the better.
Well howdy there pardner.