Post by Keira Hunter on Sept 18, 2017 4:40:16 GMT
Usually, there’s an inspirational quote here. There’s something that fires you up before you continue on, but the more I think about it, the more only one thing comes to mind.
Think...before you speak.
BACK THEN…
I stand in front of the doors of the school. It was my first day back after being kneed in the side of my head, giving me a concussion and setting me back in my training by a full two weeks. The doctors said that one would probably suffice, but after showing a few more symptoms later on, I was held out an extra week just to be sure. Now though, with a couple weeks of rest, and a clear head, literally, I took a deep breath and headed inside, pushing both doors open I walked over to the locker room and started getting changed. I heard the door open behind me and in walked Eliza.
Welcome back Keira. How ya feeling?
I looked up and nodded.
Good. I’ve been waiting for this day for the last two weeks. This has been my release, my escape from the world. To be kept from that for a whole fourteen days was torture. I can’t wait to get back in the ring.
Good. Good. You’re going to be scrimmaging with me today as a way to get yourself back into the fold, and then starting tomorrow you’ll get back in line with the rest of the class.
Alright.
Okay, see you out there.
She left the room and headed back out to where we would partake in what I would assume was a “catch up” session. To be in that locker room, let alone the ring itself just felt right. I pulled my pads on and changed into my gear before zipping up the bag and throwing it over my shoulder to head out to the ringside area. I walked across the weight room area and toward the ring where I saw Eliza and Ramon in the ring.
Welcome back kid.
I set my things to the side and climbed into the ring.
Thanks, happy to be back.
You and Eliza are going to do a little refresher, and then she’s going to show you what she showed the class last week. You’re a quick learner, so I’m thinking you’ll catch up.
Let’s do this.
Ramon backed into the corner. I bounced from side to side, trying my best to work out the joints as we then started circling the ring, tying up in the middle. She wrapped her arm around my head in a headlock.
I’m going to take you over, leaving my head exposed. Swing your legs up and wrap them around my head to counter out of it, and then I’ll kick up to get out myself and we’ll both stand to our feet.
Okay.
She did as she said she would, flipping me over on my back, keeping the headlock locked in. I swing my legs up, wrapping them around her head. She then grabbed hold of my leg and pushed off, popping up off the mat, as did I.
Good, now let’s do it all rapidly.
The two of is tied up again and she flipped me over again, this time I reversed without a thought, just pure reaction and again we both got to our feet.
Excellent. You’re like a sponge. Let’s do a few more drills of things you already know, and then finish with that.
I nodded, and we locked up, me locking her in the headlock this time as she pushed me back into the ropes, shooting me to the opposite side of the ring, hooking me and peeling me over with an Arm Drag, followed by another, and then into the headlock and again I reversed out of it and she popped out. We shook hands as Ramon clapped.
Very good. That was Tuesday. Wednesday, we learned our first dive off the rope...an Elbow Drop. This was more to test out who trembled on the top rope and who had no worries about it.
He walked over to the other corner where a giant heavy bag was leaning against the turnbuckle. He threw it down on the mat and pointed to the top.
Head to the outside and climb one rope at a time like a ladder. When you get up top, stabilize on the ropes before letting go and standing up straight. Then, when you feel right, dive off and make sure to land your armpit on the curve of the bag to the best of your ability. Be careful of the pop back of your arm and make sure that your fist or hand is toward the side of your head so that you don’t get another concussion.
I nodded and stepped between the ropes. I grabbed hold of the top rope and started climbing. I got to the top rope and positioned my feet correctly. I stood up straight, staring down at the bag lying prone beneath me. Thankfully I didn’t have a fear of heights of this might have sucked.
Whenever you’re ready, jump off, twisting your body sideways a bit so that your armpit and ribs land on the bag.
I nodded and looked down. I took a deep breath and jumped off, crashing down on the bag, hitting it hard while bouncing off and over the bag, eliciting laughter from the two trainers. I stood up and looked over as Ramon held his hands out.
It’s okay. You over jumped, and more of your hip caught the bag. Now if that were a person, you might have driven the air out of them. Thankfully, it’s a heavy bag and you bounced. Take your time and practice a few more times.
I did as told, and by the fifth jump, I was hitting my mark. The trainers came back to the ringside.
So?
Ready to show off when you’re ready to watch.
The two looked at each other and nodded, jumping up on the apron and climbing in the ring.
Let’s see what you got.
I climbed the ropes one more time, now my sixth. I positioned on the ropes, and I lunged off, again, without a thought, and landed right on the heavy bag, the point of my elbow hitting the bag, yet the rest of my body being braced by my armpit and ribs as it should. This time, instead of laughter, I heard applause.
Good. Now the fun one.
I cocked an eyebrow in the air.
You’re going to climb up the ropes from inside the ring and do a backflip. It’s called a Moonsault. Very basic, and you’re supposed to land stomach on stomach for a proper landing. Help me grab the bag would ya?
The two of us exited the ring and from underneath pulled out a huge thick stunt mat. We picked it up and pushed it inside, and as we got in Eliza unfolded the mat. Ramon then looked at Eliza.
Want to show her?
Eliza nodded and headed up the corner. She then took a deep breath from the top rope and lunges back, executing a perfect backflip in the air, crashing down on the stunt pad. She got up to her feet and dusted off her hands.
So? What do you think?
I looked up at the corner and then at the mat. I nodded while turning back to the two of them.
Just one more thing to conquer.
They watched as I climbed the ropes, grabbing hold of the turnbuckle bar to make sure I was able to stabilize on the ropes. I then stood up and took a deep breath before pushing on my knees for some extra spring, lunging backward and through the air…
TO BE CONTINUED…
NOW…
I told you, I can’t stand failure. I didn’t like it when I failed in the Diamond in the Rough tournament, and I hated it even more when I came up second in the Heiress to the Throne. I told you that I would do everything in my power not to fail like that again, and then I got a chance a couple of weeks ago to take on the IWF’s Shieldmaiden and I made good on that promise.
The scene shows up and as it became clear, you see me sitting in the seats at the Nassau Coliseum. In case you couldn’t tell, I like to see my venues before I perform in them. I was about halfway up the lower bowl, my feet kicked up on the seat in front of me.
I trained harder than I had since that first concussion I suffered in my schooling days, and I knew that I had what it took to garner further respect from one of the best female wrestlers in the IWF. Then she was my opponent...now, she’s my partner, and I couldn’t be happier with the choice made by management.
Yes, Shea and I have the same objective in mind. We want our names to be revered when spoken. We want the world to hear our names and identify them with the best that this company and business have ever seen. We want the world to know that when they see our name on the marquee or the poster, or any other sort of advertising, they know that they’re in for the show of their lives.
I point between the camera and myself, the camera being Shea in this situation.
There’s a respect there between Shea and myself. I admire her fight and her determination. I admire the fact that she fought back from a devastating injury to not only comeback, but perform at a higher level and then conquer that which took her out. So when I heard Shea was my partner this week, I simply smirked. I knew right then and there that the upper hand was in my favor despite the fact that the Diamonds Champion and the Heiress to the Throne stand on the other side of that ring.
I point down to the floor of the Nassau Coliseum. There’s a ring setup for anyone who wants to practice before the big show. Seeing as how there was nobody else around, I took it upon myself in a pair of leggings and a tank top to walk down the few steps to the floor, hopping over the barricade and into the ring. I started stretching with the ropes as the camera followed.
Which brings me to the Heiress to the Throne herself, Helena Sawyer. Part of me envies you, but there’s another part of me that just wants to shrug my shoulders and tell you that on that night, in the Heiress to the Throne, you were the better woman. There’s a part of me that wants to simply punch you in the face over and over again. Then there’s the other part that calms me down. That’s the part I listen to, and that’s the part of me that tells me, rather than punch you over and over again, I beat you.
I stop stretching and turn back to the camera.
For you see Helena, if I beat you in the center of that ring, I can prove to the rest of the world that I belong. I can show them that I was every bit capable of winning that tournament as you ended up being. Perhaps, maybe, I can put a little doubt in their mind as to the legitimacy of your dominant roll as of late.
Maybe I can make them think twice before they start calling you the next big thing.
Maybe I can make you doubt yourself, and then what?
What happens when someone gets in your mind Helena?
What happens when your little monologue of bullshit isn’t worth the paper you wrote it up on?
What happens when you can’t imitate your way, or mock your way into a bode of self-confidence?
I point to myself, my index finger going right into the center of my chest.
That’s where you and I differ Helena. You need the pep talk. You need that boost of self-confidence because deep down inside, I don’t think you’re as sure of yourself as you try to project. You try to fake it until you can’t make it anymore, and I’m going to be the one to break you.
I’m going to show the world I belong, not because I need to, but, because I want to. I want them to eat their words, because after all, I like to prove them wrong. I know I belong in that ring. It was a shelter from the ignorance of the world. It’s an escape from everyday life. It allows me to be myself.
I hold my arms out to the side.
Because what you see...is what you get. There is no fake persona. There are no fake words of bravado, no visions of grandeur dancing around me. I don’t need the smoke and the mirrors because in the end, it’s all going to come down to what I can do in this ring, and trust me...I can do a lot more than you’ve seen.
I run a few back and forths on the ropes, bouncing from one side to the other and back again.
And speaking of fake personas and people putting on fake appearances...we go straight to our oh so great Diamonds Champion. The demonic one herself, the leader of “The Pack”, the one who claims herself to be the most dominant force to enter the Diamonds Division.
And perhaps she’s right.
I shrug my shoulders.
I mean, heck, she’s the Diamonds Champion. She beat Pandora Freeman and showed her what it was like to be a punching bag, and there wasn’t a damn thing Pandora could do to stop her. She joined a band of merry chaotic arsonist, and then double crossed them before the world on live television.
Rowan is a woman with a plan, and so far, she’s executed it to the best of her ability.
I clap my hands sarcastically.
Congrats. You’re at the top of the mountain. Congrats, you’ve now painted a target on your back and I for one am taking straight aim at it. It won’t be this Sacrifice, and it won’t be at Extreme Endurance, but I’m telling you now Rowan, focus you’re stupid yellow eyes on me this week. See what I can do, pay attention to the best of your deluded minds ability. Let me teach you a lesson in the thoughts of Keira Hunter. Let me show you what I’m all about. Let me show you that me...being me...is just fine.
I shrug my shoulders again.
And why you...NOT being you...isn’t.
I mean...do you really need all that surrounds you? Do you need the acceptance of others so badly that you jump from one stupid group to another just to feel like there’s someone who likes you? Do you really need the smoke and mirrors and the disguise of a demonic figure to taint the fact that you’re actually pretty talented in that ring?
I’m not stupid Rowan, and neither is anyone at home...your “powers”, your persuasion, and even those stupid little eyes of yours...it’s all a persona. It’s all a lie. It’s all a lie that I’m going to expose to the fullest of my abilities in that ring. You’re not a demon Rowan. You don’t have special powers, and your one power you do have, the one of persuasion that allows you to garner all of these followers you have, won’t work on a strong minded, stubborn individual like me. You’re none of the things you claim to be Rowan. As a matter of fact, you’re simply a mortal woman in that ring. Your limbs can be contorted, and you can feel pain. When I’m done with you, the pain you feel will be immeasurable. When I’m done with you, your body will feel more drained than it has ever felt like before. Then? Then I break your spirit in the center of that ring. I claim a victory over you and the Heiress to the Throne. I show you and the entire rest of the world that KEIRA HUNTER...IS HERE...TO...STAY!
Think...before you speak.
BACK THEN…
I stand in front of the doors of the school. It was my first day back after being kneed in the side of my head, giving me a concussion and setting me back in my training by a full two weeks. The doctors said that one would probably suffice, but after showing a few more symptoms later on, I was held out an extra week just to be sure. Now though, with a couple weeks of rest, and a clear head, literally, I took a deep breath and headed inside, pushing both doors open I walked over to the locker room and started getting changed. I heard the door open behind me and in walked Eliza.
Welcome back Keira. How ya feeling?
I looked up and nodded.
Good. I’ve been waiting for this day for the last two weeks. This has been my release, my escape from the world. To be kept from that for a whole fourteen days was torture. I can’t wait to get back in the ring.
Good. Good. You’re going to be scrimmaging with me today as a way to get yourself back into the fold, and then starting tomorrow you’ll get back in line with the rest of the class.
Alright.
Okay, see you out there.
She left the room and headed back out to where we would partake in what I would assume was a “catch up” session. To be in that locker room, let alone the ring itself just felt right. I pulled my pads on and changed into my gear before zipping up the bag and throwing it over my shoulder to head out to the ringside area. I walked across the weight room area and toward the ring where I saw Eliza and Ramon in the ring.
Welcome back kid.
I set my things to the side and climbed into the ring.
Thanks, happy to be back.
You and Eliza are going to do a little refresher, and then she’s going to show you what she showed the class last week. You’re a quick learner, so I’m thinking you’ll catch up.
Let’s do this.
Ramon backed into the corner. I bounced from side to side, trying my best to work out the joints as we then started circling the ring, tying up in the middle. She wrapped her arm around my head in a headlock.
I’m going to take you over, leaving my head exposed. Swing your legs up and wrap them around my head to counter out of it, and then I’ll kick up to get out myself and we’ll both stand to our feet.
Okay.
She did as she said she would, flipping me over on my back, keeping the headlock locked in. I swing my legs up, wrapping them around her head. She then grabbed hold of my leg and pushed off, popping up off the mat, as did I.
Good, now let’s do it all rapidly.
The two of is tied up again and she flipped me over again, this time I reversed without a thought, just pure reaction and again we both got to our feet.
Excellent. You’re like a sponge. Let’s do a few more drills of things you already know, and then finish with that.
I nodded, and we locked up, me locking her in the headlock this time as she pushed me back into the ropes, shooting me to the opposite side of the ring, hooking me and peeling me over with an Arm Drag, followed by another, and then into the headlock and again I reversed out of it and she popped out. We shook hands as Ramon clapped.
Very good. That was Tuesday. Wednesday, we learned our first dive off the rope...an Elbow Drop. This was more to test out who trembled on the top rope and who had no worries about it.
He walked over to the other corner where a giant heavy bag was leaning against the turnbuckle. He threw it down on the mat and pointed to the top.
Head to the outside and climb one rope at a time like a ladder. When you get up top, stabilize on the ropes before letting go and standing up straight. Then, when you feel right, dive off and make sure to land your armpit on the curve of the bag to the best of your ability. Be careful of the pop back of your arm and make sure that your fist or hand is toward the side of your head so that you don’t get another concussion.
I nodded and stepped between the ropes. I grabbed hold of the top rope and started climbing. I got to the top rope and positioned my feet correctly. I stood up straight, staring down at the bag lying prone beneath me. Thankfully I didn’t have a fear of heights of this might have sucked.
Whenever you’re ready, jump off, twisting your body sideways a bit so that your armpit and ribs land on the bag.
I nodded and looked down. I took a deep breath and jumped off, crashing down on the bag, hitting it hard while bouncing off and over the bag, eliciting laughter from the two trainers. I stood up and looked over as Ramon held his hands out.
It’s okay. You over jumped, and more of your hip caught the bag. Now if that were a person, you might have driven the air out of them. Thankfully, it’s a heavy bag and you bounced. Take your time and practice a few more times.
I did as told, and by the fifth jump, I was hitting my mark. The trainers came back to the ringside.
So?
Ready to show off when you’re ready to watch.
The two looked at each other and nodded, jumping up on the apron and climbing in the ring.
Let’s see what you got.
I climbed the ropes one more time, now my sixth. I positioned on the ropes, and I lunged off, again, without a thought, and landed right on the heavy bag, the point of my elbow hitting the bag, yet the rest of my body being braced by my armpit and ribs as it should. This time, instead of laughter, I heard applause.
Good. Now the fun one.
I cocked an eyebrow in the air.
You’re going to climb up the ropes from inside the ring and do a backflip. It’s called a Moonsault. Very basic, and you’re supposed to land stomach on stomach for a proper landing. Help me grab the bag would ya?
The two of us exited the ring and from underneath pulled out a huge thick stunt mat. We picked it up and pushed it inside, and as we got in Eliza unfolded the mat. Ramon then looked at Eliza.
Want to show her?
Eliza nodded and headed up the corner. She then took a deep breath from the top rope and lunges back, executing a perfect backflip in the air, crashing down on the stunt pad. She got up to her feet and dusted off her hands.
So? What do you think?
I looked up at the corner and then at the mat. I nodded while turning back to the two of them.
Just one more thing to conquer.
They watched as I climbed the ropes, grabbing hold of the turnbuckle bar to make sure I was able to stabilize on the ropes. I then stood up and took a deep breath before pushing on my knees for some extra spring, lunging backward and through the air…
TO BE CONTINUED…
NOW…
I told you, I can’t stand failure. I didn’t like it when I failed in the Diamond in the Rough tournament, and I hated it even more when I came up second in the Heiress to the Throne. I told you that I would do everything in my power not to fail like that again, and then I got a chance a couple of weeks ago to take on the IWF’s Shieldmaiden and I made good on that promise.
The scene shows up and as it became clear, you see me sitting in the seats at the Nassau Coliseum. In case you couldn’t tell, I like to see my venues before I perform in them. I was about halfway up the lower bowl, my feet kicked up on the seat in front of me.
I trained harder than I had since that first concussion I suffered in my schooling days, and I knew that I had what it took to garner further respect from one of the best female wrestlers in the IWF. Then she was my opponent...now, she’s my partner, and I couldn’t be happier with the choice made by management.
Yes, Shea and I have the same objective in mind. We want our names to be revered when spoken. We want the world to hear our names and identify them with the best that this company and business have ever seen. We want the world to know that when they see our name on the marquee or the poster, or any other sort of advertising, they know that they’re in for the show of their lives.
I point between the camera and myself, the camera being Shea in this situation.
There’s a respect there between Shea and myself. I admire her fight and her determination. I admire the fact that she fought back from a devastating injury to not only comeback, but perform at a higher level and then conquer that which took her out. So when I heard Shea was my partner this week, I simply smirked. I knew right then and there that the upper hand was in my favor despite the fact that the Diamonds Champion and the Heiress to the Throne stand on the other side of that ring.
I point down to the floor of the Nassau Coliseum. There’s a ring setup for anyone who wants to practice before the big show. Seeing as how there was nobody else around, I took it upon myself in a pair of leggings and a tank top to walk down the few steps to the floor, hopping over the barricade and into the ring. I started stretching with the ropes as the camera followed.
Which brings me to the Heiress to the Throne herself, Helena Sawyer. Part of me envies you, but there’s another part of me that just wants to shrug my shoulders and tell you that on that night, in the Heiress to the Throne, you were the better woman. There’s a part of me that wants to simply punch you in the face over and over again. Then there’s the other part that calms me down. That’s the part I listen to, and that’s the part of me that tells me, rather than punch you over and over again, I beat you.
I stop stretching and turn back to the camera.
For you see Helena, if I beat you in the center of that ring, I can prove to the rest of the world that I belong. I can show them that I was every bit capable of winning that tournament as you ended up being. Perhaps, maybe, I can put a little doubt in their mind as to the legitimacy of your dominant roll as of late.
Maybe I can make them think twice before they start calling you the next big thing.
Maybe I can make you doubt yourself, and then what?
What happens when someone gets in your mind Helena?
What happens when your little monologue of bullshit isn’t worth the paper you wrote it up on?
What happens when you can’t imitate your way, or mock your way into a bode of self-confidence?
I point to myself, my index finger going right into the center of my chest.
That’s where you and I differ Helena. You need the pep talk. You need that boost of self-confidence because deep down inside, I don’t think you’re as sure of yourself as you try to project. You try to fake it until you can’t make it anymore, and I’m going to be the one to break you.
I’m going to show the world I belong, not because I need to, but, because I want to. I want them to eat their words, because after all, I like to prove them wrong. I know I belong in that ring. It was a shelter from the ignorance of the world. It’s an escape from everyday life. It allows me to be myself.
I hold my arms out to the side.
Because what you see...is what you get. There is no fake persona. There are no fake words of bravado, no visions of grandeur dancing around me. I don’t need the smoke and the mirrors because in the end, it’s all going to come down to what I can do in this ring, and trust me...I can do a lot more than you’ve seen.
I run a few back and forths on the ropes, bouncing from one side to the other and back again.
And speaking of fake personas and people putting on fake appearances...we go straight to our oh so great Diamonds Champion. The demonic one herself, the leader of “The Pack”, the one who claims herself to be the most dominant force to enter the Diamonds Division.
And perhaps she’s right.
I shrug my shoulders.
I mean, heck, she’s the Diamonds Champion. She beat Pandora Freeman and showed her what it was like to be a punching bag, and there wasn’t a damn thing Pandora could do to stop her. She joined a band of merry chaotic arsonist, and then double crossed them before the world on live television.
Rowan is a woman with a plan, and so far, she’s executed it to the best of her ability.
I clap my hands sarcastically.
Congrats. You’re at the top of the mountain. Congrats, you’ve now painted a target on your back and I for one am taking straight aim at it. It won’t be this Sacrifice, and it won’t be at Extreme Endurance, but I’m telling you now Rowan, focus you’re stupid yellow eyes on me this week. See what I can do, pay attention to the best of your deluded minds ability. Let me teach you a lesson in the thoughts of Keira Hunter. Let me show you what I’m all about. Let me show you that me...being me...is just fine.
I shrug my shoulders again.
And why you...NOT being you...isn’t.
I mean...do you really need all that surrounds you? Do you need the acceptance of others so badly that you jump from one stupid group to another just to feel like there’s someone who likes you? Do you really need the smoke and mirrors and the disguise of a demonic figure to taint the fact that you’re actually pretty talented in that ring?
I’m not stupid Rowan, and neither is anyone at home...your “powers”, your persuasion, and even those stupid little eyes of yours...it’s all a persona. It’s all a lie. It’s all a lie that I’m going to expose to the fullest of my abilities in that ring. You’re not a demon Rowan. You don’t have special powers, and your one power you do have, the one of persuasion that allows you to garner all of these followers you have, won’t work on a strong minded, stubborn individual like me. You’re none of the things you claim to be Rowan. As a matter of fact, you’re simply a mortal woman in that ring. Your limbs can be contorted, and you can feel pain. When I’m done with you, the pain you feel will be immeasurable. When I’m done with you, your body will feel more drained than it has ever felt like before. Then? Then I break your spirit in the center of that ring. I claim a victory over you and the Heiress to the Throne. I show you and the entire rest of the world that KEIRA HUNTER...IS HERE...TO...STAY!
Well howdy there pardner.