Post by Keira Hunter on Apr 17, 2017 4:23:20 GMT
So, there was a bit of a hiccup last week, and well, things didn’t go as planned, and hence, here I am in the middle of this huge battle royale where the winner gets the last remaining spot in the Iron Maiden.
The scene fades in and I’m sitting on the steps of an apartment complex in Los Angeles, California, my home in fact.
This is what it’s like to slum it up. This is what it’s like to have to work yourself up from the bottom in this industry. Am I sitting near my little studio apartment? Yes. Has trying out for the IWF hurt my bottom dollar without a steady paycheck hurt? Sure.
There’s a sigh, and then I look up at the camera.
But I will sit here and tell you that it’s worth every single minute of it.
I stand up and start walking alongside the apartment complex. It isn’t anything special, very run of the mill.
It’s worth the pain and suffering I’ve gone through, just like every other minute of my life. It’s worth it that I go home each week, and still wrestle around Los Angeles to garner what little substance of living I’m able to eek out week in and week out.
I stop in my tracks and square up with the camera.
And that’s why I can’t wait until this coming Sacrifice and the opportunity to come out of this battle royale with my hand held high. Winning this battle royale, winning the Iron Maiden, taking on the Diamonds Champion and winning that championship will prove to me that what I say is indeed true.
I know it’s all worth it, this will only symbolize that great feeling.
I start walking again.
There’s plenty of other girls in this battle royale and each and everyone of them can stake a claim as to why they want to win. There’s those who have been in the IWF for quite some time, they look to revitalize their stale careers, hoping and praying for that one more second in the spotlight before fading back into the cloak of invisibility they’ve been in for the majority of their career.
There’s others, like myself, looking for their big break in this company, heck, this business, to finally get ahead, to achieve their goal of just being here...just making it. The rest will realize they need more training and they’ll saunter off to the corners of the globe they came from, never to be heard of again.
I stop, turning my face to the side, facing the camera.
That’s not who I am, and that’s never who I will be.
I turn the rest of my body in the same direction.
I’m never content with who I am. I wasn’t in high school, and I sure as hell won’t be now. Just being in the IWF isn’t the goal at the end of the day. Just being a part of the division isn’t good enough. I want to be the best in this industry, the CHAMPION of this division and this company to be proud of, to be respected, to be revered.
I can’t do that by JUST being a part of the roster. I can’t do that by JUST being here. So I won’t JUST be here, and there’s not a single one of you who’s going to stop me from achieving my dream and proving all of the doubters wrong...just as I’ve done all my life.
The scene fades in and I’m sitting on the steps of an apartment complex in Los Angeles, California, my home in fact.
This is what it’s like to slum it up. This is what it’s like to have to work yourself up from the bottom in this industry. Am I sitting near my little studio apartment? Yes. Has trying out for the IWF hurt my bottom dollar without a steady paycheck hurt? Sure.
There’s a sigh, and then I look up at the camera.
But I will sit here and tell you that it’s worth every single minute of it.
I stand up and start walking alongside the apartment complex. It isn’t anything special, very run of the mill.
It’s worth the pain and suffering I’ve gone through, just like every other minute of my life. It’s worth it that I go home each week, and still wrestle around Los Angeles to garner what little substance of living I’m able to eek out week in and week out.
I stop in my tracks and square up with the camera.
And that’s why I can’t wait until this coming Sacrifice and the opportunity to come out of this battle royale with my hand held high. Winning this battle royale, winning the Iron Maiden, taking on the Diamonds Champion and winning that championship will prove to me that what I say is indeed true.
I know it’s all worth it, this will only symbolize that great feeling.
I start walking again.
There’s plenty of other girls in this battle royale and each and everyone of them can stake a claim as to why they want to win. There’s those who have been in the IWF for quite some time, they look to revitalize their stale careers, hoping and praying for that one more second in the spotlight before fading back into the cloak of invisibility they’ve been in for the majority of their career.
There’s others, like myself, looking for their big break in this company, heck, this business, to finally get ahead, to achieve their goal of just being here...just making it. The rest will realize they need more training and they’ll saunter off to the corners of the globe they came from, never to be heard of again.
I stop, turning my face to the side, facing the camera.
That’s not who I am, and that’s never who I will be.
I turn the rest of my body in the same direction.
I’m never content with who I am. I wasn’t in high school, and I sure as hell won’t be now. Just being in the IWF isn’t the goal at the end of the day. Just being a part of the division isn’t good enough. I want to be the best in this industry, the CHAMPION of this division and this company to be proud of, to be respected, to be revered.
I can’t do that by JUST being a part of the roster. I can’t do that by JUST being here. So I won’t JUST be here, and there’s not a single one of you who’s going to stop me from achieving my dream and proving all of the doubters wrong...just as I’ve done all my life.
Well howdy there pardner.