Post by Tifa Heafy on Jul 12, 2013 0:26:14 GMT
"This week its do or die.
Poopy or get off the pot.
Monday night I either advance to the final four or I'm on the outside looking in. I held my fate in my hands after Azzies and since then I've unraveled. Maybe I'm just not used to the pressure. I'm still fresh to this. The pressure that comes with something like this it's weighing in on my mind. I said some mean-ish things last week to Kat and she didn't deserve any of it. This stress of a win and win now its just completely new to me.
I don't know how to handle this stuff! Freya keeps saying this is one of these things she can't teach me. So I go to Brad, ask him for help. Nope, nothing, says he can't help me out either with this. I ask Kevin's trainer and a friend to our families, Evan Andrews, tells me the same garbage. Everyone I know in wrestling who has experience can't tell me how to handle this sort of situation. Even my big sister who I idolize and made me realize this was a cool career can't give me any advice other then...
'Leave it all the ring and you'll be happy with the end result.'
What kind of advice is that?! That gives me nothing to help me mentally when trying to look at this. I have to beat three women, again, in order to get into the final four and get a shot at becoming the first Diamond's Champion! I've come so far in a short amount of time and to be in this situation just royally sucks. Doesn't help that I'm going against three other awesome ladies in this match either! One of them I've been in the ring with a lot lately. One of them was in my corner back at the pay per view. Don't think I've had the pleasure with the third one yet!
Alysson Gardner, what more can I say? We've been in that ring seems like every other week. Twice we've been in that ring against one another and you can't score the win over IWF's green Diamond. I keep escaping your grasp. Couple of weeks ago I made you try to break up the pin so you and Ayla wouldn't eat defeat at the hands of N.E.R.D.
Back at the pay per view you couldn't get the job against me either. You had to watch me pin RyKnite in order to make the first strike in this Throne business. Every single time you turn you have to see my smiling face. This has to be eating at you too, Big Red. How could someone as accomplished as you, well known as you, have problems dealing with a naive teenager who has trouble remembering to turn on the alarm so she doesn't miss her flights in the early mornings.
Will your third time in that ring with me finally be your charm? Will you finally get enough resolve in yourself to pin my shoulders to the mat and move on or will someone else do it instead? I mean this is it for all three of us. I know you don't want your name in the not involved in the box score in the morning paper. You want to feel like you are the greatest women's wrestler in the world. Sorry, Aly, but you're not. Monday night, you'll do or die.
Emma Danielson, the woman who was in my corner at the pay per view. The woman who watched me win that match too. I gave us a golden chance to jump up in the lead for this and we both kinda screwed the pooch didn't we? We're both stuck in this position ain't we? I wish we could both be in the lofty position thought I'd be in at least. Still don't know why people find it fun to insult you, Emma.
You've always seemed cool to me. Sure you're a bit larger then some but that's what makes us all us. You're a good wrestler who was just mocked because of some derpy ass hos. Never pay attention to jealous women like that. This is what I like about this place, everyone is free to be who they are without real harsh words about how they want to live their lives. So nice and stuff. But yeah Emma...
You're a real danger for sure. On any night you can knock someone off and win that title. You lack one thing though and that's my bubbly personality. I can laugh in the face of adversity because, well, I've gone through the worst stuff you could possibly imagine. You've have some problems and I'm sorry for it, we all have our demons we cannot escape from. You have my support should you ever need it.
The wild card, Isabella Maldini, I'm not so sure of. Yeah I've seen your matches and you're good and all but I just don't know. Something about you just seems mysterious about me. You're from Italy so you know pasta and good food in general. Maybe you're like that Italian lady on the Food Network with the huge hooters she shows off on her cooking show.
I joke. Just because I'm not super sure about everything about you, Izzy, mind if I call you Izzy? Izzy, you sound like a bit of a bad ass while I do a Google search on you. Some impressive stuff. Doesn't seem like you're too far into your career if I'm reading it right. Plus when I think about you're in this because you won a lingerie contest. So its not like you had to wrestle your way into this position, kinda.
Regardless of how you were able to replace RyKnite, you're here just like the rest of us fighting for a spot, the last spot. The four of us are going to give the biggest fight of our lives on Monday night just for a chance and nothing more. We're fighting for a chance. This is how they tell me wrestling works. Everyone fights for chances like this in order to get another chance. Nothing is ever set in stone.
Three of us die.
One of us lives.
This is how it'll go apparently on Monday night. I made my bed and now I have to deal with making it. Good luck, ladies, I know I'm going to need it."
Poopy or get off the pot.
Monday night I either advance to the final four or I'm on the outside looking in. I held my fate in my hands after Azzies and since then I've unraveled. Maybe I'm just not used to the pressure. I'm still fresh to this. The pressure that comes with something like this it's weighing in on my mind. I said some mean-ish things last week to Kat and she didn't deserve any of it. This stress of a win and win now its just completely new to me.
I don't know how to handle this stuff! Freya keeps saying this is one of these things she can't teach me. So I go to Brad, ask him for help. Nope, nothing, says he can't help me out either with this. I ask Kevin's trainer and a friend to our families, Evan Andrews, tells me the same garbage. Everyone I know in wrestling who has experience can't tell me how to handle this sort of situation. Even my big sister who I idolize and made me realize this was a cool career can't give me any advice other then...
'Leave it all the ring and you'll be happy with the end result.'
What kind of advice is that?! That gives me nothing to help me mentally when trying to look at this. I have to beat three women, again, in order to get into the final four and get a shot at becoming the first Diamond's Champion! I've come so far in a short amount of time and to be in this situation just royally sucks. Doesn't help that I'm going against three other awesome ladies in this match either! One of them I've been in the ring with a lot lately. One of them was in my corner back at the pay per view. Don't think I've had the pleasure with the third one yet!
Alysson Gardner, what more can I say? We've been in that ring seems like every other week. Twice we've been in that ring against one another and you can't score the win over IWF's green Diamond. I keep escaping your grasp. Couple of weeks ago I made you try to break up the pin so you and Ayla wouldn't eat defeat at the hands of N.E.R.D.
Back at the pay per view you couldn't get the job against me either. You had to watch me pin RyKnite in order to make the first strike in this Throne business. Every single time you turn you have to see my smiling face. This has to be eating at you too, Big Red. How could someone as accomplished as you, well known as you, have problems dealing with a naive teenager who has trouble remembering to turn on the alarm so she doesn't miss her flights in the early mornings.
Will your third time in that ring with me finally be your charm? Will you finally get enough resolve in yourself to pin my shoulders to the mat and move on or will someone else do it instead? I mean this is it for all three of us. I know you don't want your name in the not involved in the box score in the morning paper. You want to feel like you are the greatest women's wrestler in the world. Sorry, Aly, but you're not. Monday night, you'll do or die.
Emma Danielson, the woman who was in my corner at the pay per view. The woman who watched me win that match too. I gave us a golden chance to jump up in the lead for this and we both kinda screwed the pooch didn't we? We're both stuck in this position ain't we? I wish we could both be in the lofty position thought I'd be in at least. Still don't know why people find it fun to insult you, Emma.
You've always seemed cool to me. Sure you're a bit larger then some but that's what makes us all us. You're a good wrestler who was just mocked because of some derpy ass hos. Never pay attention to jealous women like that. This is what I like about this place, everyone is free to be who they are without real harsh words about how they want to live their lives. So nice and stuff. But yeah Emma...
You're a real danger for sure. On any night you can knock someone off and win that title. You lack one thing though and that's my bubbly personality. I can laugh in the face of adversity because, well, I've gone through the worst stuff you could possibly imagine. You've have some problems and I'm sorry for it, we all have our demons we cannot escape from. You have my support should you ever need it.
The wild card, Isabella Maldini, I'm not so sure of. Yeah I've seen your matches and you're good and all but I just don't know. Something about you just seems mysterious about me. You're from Italy so you know pasta and good food in general. Maybe you're like that Italian lady on the Food Network with the huge hooters she shows off on her cooking show.
I joke. Just because I'm not super sure about everything about you, Izzy, mind if I call you Izzy? Izzy, you sound like a bit of a bad ass while I do a Google search on you. Some impressive stuff. Doesn't seem like you're too far into your career if I'm reading it right. Plus when I think about you're in this because you won a lingerie contest. So its not like you had to wrestle your way into this position, kinda.
Regardless of how you were able to replace RyKnite, you're here just like the rest of us fighting for a spot, the last spot. The four of us are going to give the biggest fight of our lives on Monday night just for a chance and nothing more. We're fighting for a chance. This is how they tell me wrestling works. Everyone fights for chances like this in order to get another chance. Nothing is ever set in stone.
Three of us die.
One of us lives.
This is how it'll go apparently on Monday night. I made my bed and now I have to deal with making it. Good luck, ladies, I know I'm going to need it."
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Wait, what's this? Tifa's in a gym and she's working out? She finds herself in the giant home gym of Brad Kane right now, lifting some weights with sweat dripping down her forehead. She's currently alone at the moment with no music playing. Instead she just concentrates on trying to improve her strength. The clack of the weights echo through the large room. Nothing breaks her focus until the gym door opens. Tifa glances over to see Freya in her workout clothes too.
Freya: Heya, Tif, thought you might like some company while you work out.
Tifa grunts in response which surprises Freya. Usually Tifa smiles or says something witty back to her mentor. Not today. Freya turns on some music to help her drive before getting onto a treadmill and running in place on the machine.
Freya: So it's neat we get to fly out now and stuff together. Won't be so bad will it?
Another grunt in response from the teenager. This isn't like Tifa at all. Freya sighs while still working out on the treadmill.
Freya: You do know it's okay to work out and talk at the same time, right?
Tifa places the weights down back into the rack they belong before making her way to the treadmill right next to Freya's. Freya smiles while Tifa sets the speed she needs to keep pace with her mentor.
Freya: So you getting excited for Monday night?
Tifa: Not really, no.
The two women keep jogging in place.
Freya: Why not?
Tifa: I don't want to lose. You don't know how much this would mean to me, Freyfrey. How much it'd mean to my mom and big sister. A Heafy has never been singles champion before, only tag.
Freya: I know. I was there when your sister won those tag titles. Hard to believe its been nearly four years since that happened too.
Tifa nods her head and smirks thinking of her sister's grandest accomplishment while wrestling. Of course things started to go south for Tifa and her sister then personally.
Tifa: That was when people started to take notice of me. Said my sister was a stupid lesbian, how fake wrestling was and it just lead for a bad time. I knew when she won those belts its what I wanted to do.
Freya doesn't say anything and instead lets Tifa continue.
Tifa: So when I turned 18, I left home and found the two of you and started in on getting trained. I figure why wait for college when I have no interest in it.
Freya: Its a good fallback option.
Tifa: That's what you keep telling me but I don't care. I want to make wrestling work until I can't do it any longer. I'm saving a lot of my money I'm making in case I do get hurt seriously. People think I'm just some dumb teenager who wanted to be like her sister. The truth is I wanna be more then what Miaka was in wrestling. Yeah she was awesome but only as a tag team person. I want to be the best like you, Freyfrey.
Again Freya says nothing and waits for Tifa to keep going on.
Tifa: Its like yeah I'm bubbly and excitable and I really love my fiance and kitten but I'm more then that. I want to be taken seriously sometimes too. I'm just afraid that if I lose I'll lose my chance at being looked at seriously. Being friends with Jess is awesome and being in N.E.R.D. is cool but when I'm on my own I want people to know that I can get it done and nothing is a fluke.
Now its time for Freya to give her student some sage advice.
Freya: When I started Tif, I was the same way. I was viewed as naive and innocent and all these things I thought I wasn't. As time went on I did everything to try to shattered this preconceptions and look at where it's lead me. Now people crack dick and whore jokes at my expense.
Tifa: But you're not a whore.
Freya: I know. But they don't care. People in wrestling look for anything to say about someone else even if they have to make it up. I'm not a whore. I'm not a slut. The thing about this sport is that we always get more chances. So if you fail on this chance, you're talented enough to where you'll get more of them. You will go far in this business Tif, just need to give it time. Too much too fast is a bad thing. Just let it ride.
Tifa doesn't say anything but simply nods her head. This is why she loves having Freya in her life, to be able to talk to her like this when she needs it. Sure its not the advice on how to handle pressure but its better then nothing for the teenager. Tifa keeps going on the treadmill wondering how she's going to handle defeat or victory on Monday night...
Well howdy there pardner.