Post by .PAAK on Aug 15, 2015 16:55:35 GMT -6
All in my Mind
Shit, aint nothing more difficult to determine than a person’s motivation for wrestling. People jump into wrestling for a whole bunch of reasons. Some reasons are noble, others are grimy.
Back in the 90s, people viewed wrestling almost as if it were get rich quick scheme. Promoters would lure people into the Business with the promise of becoming rich and famous. The prospect of being rich and famous is something that many wrestlers still strive for today. Now, while a bitch can’t fully knock a person’s motivations, I can say that is a foolish one, ya’ dig? The truth of the matter is only a small percentage of people in this Business will actually amount to something. People like Joanna are destined to be stuck in tiny, hole-in-the-wall promotions; that ug-mug of hers just aint as marketable as others. Fuck boys like Jeremiah Hardin will never be able to venture out to bigger promotions, like Frontier Grappling Arts―the bitch just aint got the talent, or the drive.
Fame and Glory aint the only motivation though. Of course, you’ve got a bunch of fake Martin Luther Kings running around. You know who them hoes are. They will chew your ear off about how they had this grand ol’ dream when they where a kid. They saw images on TV; they then fantasized about being on TV themselves. More often than not, this fools don’t give a shit about the world of wrestling. They don’t even care ‘bout getting better and improving―usually, their motivations are selfish and self-righteous. My girl Nina Stokes is the only “I had a dream” person I know who actually gives a fuck about improving this industry.
It’s a damn shame.
But hey, that’s what wrestling is now a days. You use it for whatever purpose you see fit. Its like a “Choose your own Adventure” book, or some shit.
. . .
My motivations for wrestling are always like a lot of people’s. Honestly, I’ve been poor and broke since I fell out of the womb. That fact that I only had a little bit of money growing up never really bothered me much. As long as I could pay my bills and maintain my skateboard, I was content. I couldn’t have gave two shit about being famous.
And, unlike all the unoriginal motherfuckers out there, I never had the dream of wrestling. I didn’t watch it as a kid, I didn’t see it on TV, I didn’t have none of the fantasies.
My Odyssey to and in this Business is, unique, to say the least.
Before I started knocking bitches light out in the ring, I was a barista at Starbucks. Like I said, if the bills were paid, I was cool. The shop I worked out was about a fifteen minute walk from my house. Of course, a hoe aint have a car back then, so, I was on that walking life. So, one night I was head back home after a long day of work. I had my iPod on, and I was just trying to make it home.
That’s when I was attacked.
I got pushed to the ground (lil’ people problems), and ol’ dude jumped on top of me. I’m sure ya’ll know what he wanted.
Before he took it though, one of my co-workers stepped in and saved me. He used to walk home too; I guess he heard all the commotion and shit. Thank God for him tho’, he probably saved my life that night.
Now, not a lot of stuff scares me, but that sure did. I was shook to the point that I decided to take self-defense classes.
I did well in the classes and passed them. However, what I didn’t know at the time was that the trainer aint just teach self-defense―he was also a wrestler.
After the last day of the course, the trainer asked me to come to a particular gym the next morning. As you could imagine, the attack left me with a bunch of feelings. I was outraged, enraged, shocked, the whole nine yards. Mr. Trainer man told me that he had the perfect answer to all of my rage.
That answer was wrestling.
Everyone seems to use wrestling for something. I used it to unleash my aggression. I took those feelings from the attack and channeled them into each exercise and practice match. That’s where I got the nickname “Savage” from. After about six months, I was deemed ready to go out and fight the world. So, I did. And in each and every match, I let that aggression flow through me.
That’s why I’m so intense in the ring…
That’s why I enjoy brutalizing opponents…
Wrestling to me, is an outlet. In a sense, it’s my own personal form of therapy, ya’ dig? It’s euphoric. I feel like the motherfucking Juggernaut when I’m in the ring―none can lay a fucking finger on me; I’m untouchable. That’s why I wrestle.
Is that a weird motivation?
. . .
Due to my motivation, and “Savage” nature, I’ve unintentionally gained a bunch of success. I’m a winner―point blank. I proved it in Women of Miami, I prove it in Japan, I’m proving it now in VoW, and I proving it in UWF.
Flint dominates―enough said!
You know you’re doing things right when simple ass dumbasses like Natasha Rose/Martinez can’t even get your title reigns straight. So, for the record, I’m go through them all:
I was the first and ONLY WMW champion. Yo’, think about it; my first title was a world title. Natasha can’t say that, Jeremiah can’t say that, Becca can’t say that―but I can.
Funny story, that belt is sitting on my dresser at this very moment. When WMW closed and liquidated its assets, one of my fans bought the belt at an auction. He sent it to me as present; in return, I gave him an autographed photo.
Over in the Japanese promotion, I held their World Extreme Title on three separate occasions. Before I got my hands on it, that belt was a joke. It had actually been handed down for two or three previous promotions. It’s previous holders were a bunch of goons. However, I got a hold of it and made it legitimate. I defended it in brutal death matches, I defended it in the UK―I turned it into something credible.
I’m a mover and shaker, even when I don’t want to be.. Does your company need a boost? Do you need a credible champion? The I’m the bitch to call! UWF knows that is the case.
. . .
At the end of the month, I will be facing Becca in the finals of this lil’ ol’ tournament. Of course, the winner of the match will become the UWF Ultimate Champion.
Hehe, I said the “winner.” I should have just said me.
Now honestly, I didn’t care too much about the belt when the tournament started. However, now, it is my goal to obtain that belt. And, I want to do so for one simple reason―I want to spite everyone of the “originals” on this roster.
If it wasn’t for UWF, no one would even know who Natasha Martinez is. Most of her titles have come from UWF, most of her wins have come from UWF. Simply put, Natasha is a big fish in a thimble sized pond. That’s why she has garnered all those wins. But, ummm, we all saw what happened when an even bigger fish (AKA me) showed up right?
She got embarrassed.
Natasha is probably dying for another shot that the Ultimate title. And, I know it will eat her alive to see me holding it over my head.
Then you’ve got people like Tatiana Lockhart. Remember all that good shit she talked before my match? I do; and, I know for a fact that it was all spawn by jealousy. Tatiana has been in this company a while, and the only thing she has to prove for it is the All-Media title. Now, I aint throwing shade on that belt, but, the bitch claims to be the “best of the best,” and, well, that’s all she can do? She was jealous, because I walked into this company and fought my way to the top in about three to four matches.
Phoenix Rising is going to be a rough night for Tatiana. Odds are, she going to lose her belt. And then, she is going watch me win the belt that she wasn’t good enough to fight for.
And then, there is Becca. Ol’ girl is a lot like me; UWF brought her in to try and revitalize the company. To her credit, she’s done a decent job. However, I know her end-game; it’s the same as everyone else’s. Just like everyone else, she had dreams of becoming the UWF Ultimate Champion. And when I smash her and win that belt, I enjoy watching her wallow in sorrow.
I’m not a vindictive person, I promise. However, I know people underestimate me; I know people think I aint gonna be shit in the ring, because I my size. Everyone has said the same shit about me my entire career; Baca will throw the same jabs at me.
And so, I’ve got to break her. I’ve got to break her, just like I’ve broken everyone else.
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