Post by Ashley Mastrangelo on Jun 8, 2013 18:30:32 GMT
Anger.
Sadness.
Reassurance.
Do you know what all of those have in common Tifa?
They are all adverse effects of you pinning me two weeks ago.
When I was carried to the back after damn near having my head kicked off, I was at first…out of it.
Then I came to and things quickly became rather clear. You see honey, in the past, I’ve always gone all out in everything I do. It’s the type of person that I am. It’s the person I adversely became after the selfish little girl I was got straightened out.
Two weeks ago, after you beat me in the center of the ring, which I have yet to congratulate you on, I was sent back into a feeling that I never wanted to experience again and it may have for at least a few minutes, drove me insane.
Let me give you a little back story. I was in an organization right out of training, when I was nineteen. It was called the Classic Wrestling Federation. While I was there, I was a green, novice, straight out of school with a chip on my shoulder. I had never had a professional match, but due to their lack of female talent, I was pushed to the top of the female division. I faced women who have been at the time, doing this for years on end. I honestly, now looking back on it, had no chance in hell of success. They had the reputation. They had the backstage politics. They had what I wanted, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never attain it.
I went through that entire tenure without a victory. Not one. When I resigned after some malcontent and mistreatment, I looked myself in the mirror and at first, I honestly thought that I wasn’t good enough. I mean seriously, who gets seven chances to get their first win and fails every time?
Well…I did.
So after some feelings passed through my body, and random thoughts popped in and out of me head, I decided to pursue another venture. While I was good enough to act, and apparently cute enough to model, I still had the itch to get in the ring and prove that I was every bit as good as I use to think I was. Then came the IWF. Mike told me about it and I thought, “this was it.” “This was my shot.”
Then your foot hit me square in the face, and drove me right back down into that deep, dark, lonely hole.
Once more I thought that I wasn’t good enough. Once more I thought I couldn’t get the job done. Hell this was the eighth shot, and yet still, one mistake, and I failed. I let myself and my partner down…or so I thought.
I vented, I cried, I let every bit of emotion out; I even through a water bottle at some poor guy walking around in the back simply doing his job. I’m sorry by the way to whoever that was.
I ran away from it all and tried to hide in the solitude of the locker room. Then something happened both in reality and inside me. The fire was reignited through what sounded like a passionate pep talk. Mike reassured me that I could get it done. He told me what I needed to hear like a good teacher should, like a mentor should, like I’m sure Brad has done for you over the time you’ve been training.
After hearing what he had to say, I not only listened, I did. So now is that time for what some would call “revenge”. Some would say that it is time for me to exact revenge on you for causing my first loss in this new company.
I don’t call it that.
Do you know what I call it sweetie? I call it a time for growth. I call it a time for reaffirmation. Mike reassured me of my “God given talent” as he put it. He ignited the fire within me. Now it’s my turn to convince not only you, and not only the rest of the world that I can do this. It’s time for me to show myself that I CAN DO THIS!
The ninth time will be three times the charm that the third time ever could have been. To get this monkey off my back will mean so much to me that I don’t think you’ll ever fully be able to comprehend. This week mean more to me than life itself.
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== Back On The Horse ==
There I lay in a comfortable pair of black short shorts, and a cute pink tank top on the bed at the hotel room. IWF weren’t cheap like my previous employer. A girl could get to love this lifestyle even with the constant travel and rigorous routine. Today was preparation day for me. It was time to take Mike’s words to heart and show him and everyone else that I can evolve and get better than I was two weeks ago. If not, and I fail again, who knows what will happen. More importantly, I don’t want to know what will happen. I personally would rather see the cute smile that everyone says I have on my face. I want to finally for the first time in my entire career feel what it’s like to be a WINNER!
So it was time to do what he said. Grabbing hold of the “Sacrifice” DVD given to the talent, to scout and watch their own matches, I pop it into the DVD player. After watching it until right before the end where I hit pause, I nod affirmatively while thinking out loud.
Ashley Mastrangelo: For the most part it was a good match. I executed my moves well and took the shots given me without injury. It all boils down to that one point here at the end.
Restarting the video I watch the end of the match, sure to point out the mistake I made at the very end. I would dissect that moment, and make sure that it rarely if ever happens again in one of my matches.
**Ashley bends forward and Tifa leaps over the top, looking for the Sunset Flip Pin. 1..... 2.... Ashley reverses the weight into a hooked pin of her own. 1..... 2.... Tifa breaks free and hits the ropes. Ashley throws a Clothesline as Tifa rebounds, but it's ducked... and Tifa comes off the opposing ropes... nailing the Running Yakuza Kick! Heafy drops to her knees and hooks the leg. 1..... 2.... 3!**
This time I let the video play out before it goes to black, and I then turn off the television.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s it right there. I got overzealous and took a wild swing, and then she capitalized as anyone would. I won’t let that happen again. I need to stay calm, cool, and collected. I can’t get caught up in the moment and throw myself off of my own game plan. The opponent will be trying to do enough of that, I don’t need to go helping them.
As I toss the remote to the side, I start getting ready for the road trip to the next venue with Mike and Alexis. We traveled together because it really does make things easier. I have Mike to bounce things off of, and then there’s Alexis who I can talk girl-talk with. As I packed the last of my clothes into my luggage, my phone goes off with an E-Mail Alert. Closing my suitcase, doing my best to squash down the lid allowing it to close, I roll off onto the bed and grab hold of my phone which laid on the night stand. Flipping through the apps to my email, I read through it to find out that it was this weeks’ card. I scanned it from top to bottom…AND THERE I WAS! Me and Tifa in a one-on-one contest in a qualification match for the “Heiress To The Throne” tournament. I was so excited, some would even say I was giddy. I couldn’t wait to tell Mike and swiped my phone to dial his number, anxiously awaiting for him to pick up the phone.
Mike Laszlo: Hello?
Ashley Mastrangelo: HEY! IT’S ME! GUESS WHAT!?
Mike Laszlo: You won the lottery?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Huh? What? No. I don’t gamble silly. I’M ON THE CARD FOR SACRIFICE!
There was a moment of silence as I don’t think he was expecting that sort of answer.
Mike Laszlo: Uhhhh, yeah. Did you think you were only going to have one match and that’s it?
Ashley Mastrangelo: No. But… You’re totally ruining this moment for me.
Mike Laszlo: Sorry. I’m happy for you. Really, I am. Who’s your opponent?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Tifa again.
Mike Laszlo: Well here’s your shot.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I know. I did everything you told me, and I can’t wait to prove to you that I’m better than two weeks ago.
Mike Laszlo: You’re not proving anything to me Ash. I know how good you can be. You’re proving it to the world.
Ashley Mastrangelo: There you go again.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nothing.
Mike Laszlo: You’re a goof. Anyway, I gotta finish packing. I’ll see you downstairs in about an hour to leave.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Alright, see you then.
Mike Laszlo: Bye.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Bye.
CLICK! I was ready to go…he wanted me to wait an hour? Geez. I needed something to pass the time. Looking down at my toes in my flip flops I couldn’t help but smile. The hardest decision for the next few minutes was going to be magenta, or sparkly blue. I really can’t wait for this Sunday.
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I hope you’re as ready for this as I am Tifa.
I want this match more than anything on this entire planet, and I want to win just a bit more. We had a great match with Mike and Brad involved, but this week, I really want to do my best, and want you to do yours in making our one-on-one encounter BETTER!
I’m going into this with a bit of a chip on my shoulder. I know what I can do inside that ring, and I know I’m better than the fatal mistake I made two weeks ago against you. I’m not trying to take anything away from you but I truly feel in my gut that I beat myself.
This Monday in this qualification match, I will not beat myself. That means that you have to be just a little bit better if you expect to beat me again.
I’ve soaked in all the advice and I’ve done all the studying a girl can do. There’s only one thing left for me to do as far as this Monday goes, and that’s simply put, win.
I wish you good luck, I really do. I hope the world is watching as we prove that WE are the best female’s that this company has to offer. We are the future, and Monday we show the IWF crowd both in the arena and at home that the future isn’t only bright…IT’S NOW!
See you Monday girl.
OH! AND BY THE WAY…I CHOSE SPARKLY BLUE! Hehehe.
Sadness.
Reassurance.
Do you know what all of those have in common Tifa?
They are all adverse effects of you pinning me two weeks ago.
When I was carried to the back after damn near having my head kicked off, I was at first…out of it.
Then I came to and things quickly became rather clear. You see honey, in the past, I’ve always gone all out in everything I do. It’s the type of person that I am. It’s the person I adversely became after the selfish little girl I was got straightened out.
Two weeks ago, after you beat me in the center of the ring, which I have yet to congratulate you on, I was sent back into a feeling that I never wanted to experience again and it may have for at least a few minutes, drove me insane.
Let me give you a little back story. I was in an organization right out of training, when I was nineteen. It was called the Classic Wrestling Federation. While I was there, I was a green, novice, straight out of school with a chip on my shoulder. I had never had a professional match, but due to their lack of female talent, I was pushed to the top of the female division. I faced women who have been at the time, doing this for years on end. I honestly, now looking back on it, had no chance in hell of success. They had the reputation. They had the backstage politics. They had what I wanted, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never attain it.
I went through that entire tenure without a victory. Not one. When I resigned after some malcontent and mistreatment, I looked myself in the mirror and at first, I honestly thought that I wasn’t good enough. I mean seriously, who gets seven chances to get their first win and fails every time?
Well…I did.
So after some feelings passed through my body, and random thoughts popped in and out of me head, I decided to pursue another venture. While I was good enough to act, and apparently cute enough to model, I still had the itch to get in the ring and prove that I was every bit as good as I use to think I was. Then came the IWF. Mike told me about it and I thought, “this was it.” “This was my shot.”
Then your foot hit me square in the face, and drove me right back down into that deep, dark, lonely hole.
Once more I thought that I wasn’t good enough. Once more I thought I couldn’t get the job done. Hell this was the eighth shot, and yet still, one mistake, and I failed. I let myself and my partner down…or so I thought.
I vented, I cried, I let every bit of emotion out; I even through a water bottle at some poor guy walking around in the back simply doing his job. I’m sorry by the way to whoever that was.
I ran away from it all and tried to hide in the solitude of the locker room. Then something happened both in reality and inside me. The fire was reignited through what sounded like a passionate pep talk. Mike reassured me that I could get it done. He told me what I needed to hear like a good teacher should, like a mentor should, like I’m sure Brad has done for you over the time you’ve been training.
After hearing what he had to say, I not only listened, I did. So now is that time for what some would call “revenge”. Some would say that it is time for me to exact revenge on you for causing my first loss in this new company.
I don’t call it that.
Do you know what I call it sweetie? I call it a time for growth. I call it a time for reaffirmation. Mike reassured me of my “God given talent” as he put it. He ignited the fire within me. Now it’s my turn to convince not only you, and not only the rest of the world that I can do this. It’s time for me to show myself that I CAN DO THIS!
The ninth time will be three times the charm that the third time ever could have been. To get this monkey off my back will mean so much to me that I don’t think you’ll ever fully be able to comprehend. This week mean more to me than life itself.
====================
== Back On The Horse ==
There I lay in a comfortable pair of black short shorts, and a cute pink tank top on the bed at the hotel room. IWF weren’t cheap like my previous employer. A girl could get to love this lifestyle even with the constant travel and rigorous routine. Today was preparation day for me. It was time to take Mike’s words to heart and show him and everyone else that I can evolve and get better than I was two weeks ago. If not, and I fail again, who knows what will happen. More importantly, I don’t want to know what will happen. I personally would rather see the cute smile that everyone says I have on my face. I want to finally for the first time in my entire career feel what it’s like to be a WINNER!
So it was time to do what he said. Grabbing hold of the “Sacrifice” DVD given to the talent, to scout and watch their own matches, I pop it into the DVD player. After watching it until right before the end where I hit pause, I nod affirmatively while thinking out loud.
Ashley Mastrangelo: For the most part it was a good match. I executed my moves well and took the shots given me without injury. It all boils down to that one point here at the end.
Restarting the video I watch the end of the match, sure to point out the mistake I made at the very end. I would dissect that moment, and make sure that it rarely if ever happens again in one of my matches.
**Ashley bends forward and Tifa leaps over the top, looking for the Sunset Flip Pin. 1..... 2.... Ashley reverses the weight into a hooked pin of her own. 1..... 2.... Tifa breaks free and hits the ropes. Ashley throws a Clothesline as Tifa rebounds, but it's ducked... and Tifa comes off the opposing ropes... nailing the Running Yakuza Kick! Heafy drops to her knees and hooks the leg. 1..... 2.... 3!**
This time I let the video play out before it goes to black, and I then turn off the television.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s it right there. I got overzealous and took a wild swing, and then she capitalized as anyone would. I won’t let that happen again. I need to stay calm, cool, and collected. I can’t get caught up in the moment and throw myself off of my own game plan. The opponent will be trying to do enough of that, I don’t need to go helping them.
As I toss the remote to the side, I start getting ready for the road trip to the next venue with Mike and Alexis. We traveled together because it really does make things easier. I have Mike to bounce things off of, and then there’s Alexis who I can talk girl-talk with. As I packed the last of my clothes into my luggage, my phone goes off with an E-Mail Alert. Closing my suitcase, doing my best to squash down the lid allowing it to close, I roll off onto the bed and grab hold of my phone which laid on the night stand. Flipping through the apps to my email, I read through it to find out that it was this weeks’ card. I scanned it from top to bottom…AND THERE I WAS! Me and Tifa in a one-on-one contest in a qualification match for the “Heiress To The Throne” tournament. I was so excited, some would even say I was giddy. I couldn’t wait to tell Mike and swiped my phone to dial his number, anxiously awaiting for him to pick up the phone.
Mike Laszlo: Hello?
Ashley Mastrangelo: HEY! IT’S ME! GUESS WHAT!?
Mike Laszlo: You won the lottery?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Huh? What? No. I don’t gamble silly. I’M ON THE CARD FOR SACRIFICE!
There was a moment of silence as I don’t think he was expecting that sort of answer.
Mike Laszlo: Uhhhh, yeah. Did you think you were only going to have one match and that’s it?
Ashley Mastrangelo: No. But… You’re totally ruining this moment for me.
Mike Laszlo: Sorry. I’m happy for you. Really, I am. Who’s your opponent?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Tifa again.
Mike Laszlo: Well here’s your shot.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I know. I did everything you told me, and I can’t wait to prove to you that I’m better than two weeks ago.
Mike Laszlo: You’re not proving anything to me Ash. I know how good you can be. You’re proving it to the world.
Ashley Mastrangelo: There you go again.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nothing.
Mike Laszlo: You’re a goof. Anyway, I gotta finish packing. I’ll see you downstairs in about an hour to leave.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Alright, see you then.
Mike Laszlo: Bye.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Bye.
CLICK! I was ready to go…he wanted me to wait an hour? Geez. I needed something to pass the time. Looking down at my toes in my flip flops I couldn’t help but smile. The hardest decision for the next few minutes was going to be magenta, or sparkly blue. I really can’t wait for this Sunday.
====================
I hope you’re as ready for this as I am Tifa.
I want this match more than anything on this entire planet, and I want to win just a bit more. We had a great match with Mike and Brad involved, but this week, I really want to do my best, and want you to do yours in making our one-on-one encounter BETTER!
I’m going into this with a bit of a chip on my shoulder. I know what I can do inside that ring, and I know I’m better than the fatal mistake I made two weeks ago against you. I’m not trying to take anything away from you but I truly feel in my gut that I beat myself.
This Monday in this qualification match, I will not beat myself. That means that you have to be just a little bit better if you expect to beat me again.
I’ve soaked in all the advice and I’ve done all the studying a girl can do. There’s only one thing left for me to do as far as this Monday goes, and that’s simply put, win.
I wish you good luck, I really do. I hope the world is watching as we prove that WE are the best female’s that this company has to offer. We are the future, and Monday we show the IWF crowd both in the arena and at home that the future isn’t only bright…IT’S NOW!
See you Monday girl.
OH! AND BY THE WAY…I CHOSE SPARKLY BLUE! Hehehe.
Well howdy there pardner.