Post by Ziu Zhong on Sept 24, 2014 18:07:03 GMT -6
The engines revved up with a vibrating roar as I glanced out the window at the lights on the ground. My fellow passengers looked on nervously as we shot down the runway of London Gatwick Airport and entered the dark night skies of England. It wasn’t long before the seatbelt signs went off and we were on route to New York, USA; JFK International Airport to be exact.
The climb to 35,000 feet made me think about my time in VOW so far. I had arrived as unknown territory, looking up at the stars above me, but I worked hard, revved my engines, shot down the ramp and won three out of five matches to climb the VOW skies. A 60% win rate might not sound too pleasing to the ear but when you think that my first ever wrestling match was just over one year ago then you can see why it’s not such a bad start to my VOW career. The two losses inflicted were by experienced and talented wrestlers in Judas Dathan and Lucas McCann. I was buzzing with my win rate, and buzzing by the start that I had made.
Various websites, media and people on twitter had acknowledged my presence and improvement, and with me it’s all about the fans. I love to please them and if they make the effort to come and see me and support me as they do, I will always put in 100% to give them something back. I admitted that I didn’t take Lucas seriously but I will not make the same mistake again. Losing to Lucas affected me but I came back strong against Brett Carson and put it right. Everybody could see what it meant to me to be a Visionary.
Cruising through the night clouds I could hear bickering a few rows back. Turning my head, I could see an elderly Chinese couple arguing in their language. I could understand most of it but seeing as I hadn’t lived in China since I was 11 years old, I hadn’t fully developed the language. It made me think about my wife Ling, though, and how we also argued just before I left for my short break in England.
VOW hadn’t seen me for a few weeks since Brett Carson decided to injury my leg. I defeated him and then his stupid reaction caused me to miss Armed and Dangerous. Being the holder of the Briefcase I won back on the last PPV - Heatstroke - I was looking forward to hopefully getting it opened and finding my prize. It wasn’t to be but at least I still have that to look forward to.
After I beat Brett, I spent a night in hospital but they couldn’t see a problem with my leg apart from a slight sprain in the ankle and a tight groin. I spent a week resting up at home before deciding to take matters into my own hands and visit a specialist over in London, England. This caused the argument with my wife as she didn’t want me to leave the country but she didn’t want to come with me either. Regardless of what she thought, I left for England and had been there for a few weeks.
As we left UK airspace I see the coastline lights below drift off into the distance and we were now left with pitch black; the night sky meeting the North Atlantic Sea. I closed my eyes and thought back to the exact conversation I had with my wife before I left.
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“Me no happy. You chain man ‘gain”.
“I’m in the chain man gang?”
“You think funny. You bad man. You nice person then chain and be bad person then chain and be good person. Now you chain ‘gain and bad man.”
“What the hell have I done this time?”
“You act weird. You tell wife you in hotel, I ring hotel you no there. You tell wife you in hospital, I ring hospital you no there. You come home you act like you go bad leg and then you say go to England for special tree-ment. You a fay-kar. You no bad leg, you fay-kar.”
“I’m not faking anything, Ling. I’m not acting weird either; it’s just been a rough few weeks. The Lucas defeat got to me so I turned my phone off and the hotel I told you I was staying at ended up being haunted. I was seeing my old friend who had died. It was spooky and I had to get out of there.”
“You lie.”
“It’s the truth. I had to get out of there as quick as I possibly could. I moved to another hotel on the other side of town and then after I beat Brett Carson I ended up in hospital but I gave you the wrong hospital name.”
“One thin after another thin.”
“Ling, I thought we got over all these squabbles.”
“You no chain. We need see Julie ‘gain.”
“What, marriage counselling? You’re having a laugh. All because I nearly broke my leg and see a ghost all within the space of a few days. You should be supporting me.”
“You alway do some-thin’. Me angry. You bad man.”
“[Sigh] Not this again. Ling, when are you going to realise that you’re causing these rows. I understand that I wasn’t home but I had just lost an important match, see my dead friend as a ghost, injured my leg. You know what it’s like to be married to a wrestler so why start these rows? I need to go to England to get my leg looked at by a specialist. It could be life threatening.”
“Lie fret-nan? Oh go way. You bad man. Me no speak. You go England. You do what want. You no same person anymore. You bad husband.”
“...[sigh]...”
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I began to laugh to myself and luckily the passengers sitting along my row were asleep or they would have thought I was mad. Ling thought I was mad; maybe she was right after I see a ghost before my last fight. It put me on edge against Brett Carson but I managed the win and when you can win a match when you’re not fully yourself you know you’re doing well.
I was once told that writing a ‘Dear Diary’ always helps when you have a lot on your mind. I whipped out my iPad and decided to give it a go for the first time. I got stuck after the dear diary part but eventually I got a rhythm going and it was surprisingly invigorating.
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Dear Diary,
I’ve never been a fan of writing a letter to myself, what’s the point huh? But I guess you can let your feelings out of your head so I will give it a go. To start with, Ling is doing my head in. Sometimes I wonder if I would be better off without her. She’s not supportive enough and it stresses me out that I have to deal with it. I can’t be home as much as she wants; it’s impossible. I’m a full time wrestler and I have to travel, train and compete. When VOW really hits it off I will be doing more than that, such as TV interviews, meeting fans and just a whole load of more work. Will Ling be able to handle this? I very much doubt it.
We went to marriage counselling a few months ago when I first joined VOW and after one session we cancelled it and fell in love all over again. I’m not sure marriage counselling is the right thing to go back to as I’m not sure I love her anymore. I really am starting to doubt our marriage and it may just be best if we go our separate ways. The nagging, the moping around, the constant moaning coming from her end. I may have reached boiling point.
Although I told Ling I was not faking my leg injury, I do feel it was a little extreme of me to run off to England to see a specialist. They have specialist right there in New York and Ling is so naive that she didn’t think of this. She was smart about my injury though; she must have seen me walking around the house without my crutches. I don’t know why I travelled to England, maybe because of what happened a few weeks back with seeing my old friend Paul Pottingham’s ghost in the hotel. I wanted to see my friend Zack and talk it over with him. I did see a specialist regarding my leg but as expected, I was fine.
Beating Brett Carson was a good feeling. He had intervened via the JumboTron when I beat PKA at Breakthrough 10 and some people decided to say that I only won because of this. Well a) I wiped the floor clean with PKA (and it was a very dirty floor – the drunk ass that he is) and it was probably my best win to date, and b) I wanted to defeat Brett for getting involved in my business. He has an obsession with PKA but one thing he needs to realise is that he shouldn’t get involved in my life. PKA, fine, but not mine. I got the win and I move on. Am I bitter about the leg injury? Not really. He was just frustrated at the loss and wanted to make himself feel better. I’m not going to chase after him; I have bigger fish to fry. As I said, I move on.
Next up is Berlin Anderson. We arrived in VOW at a similar time and have a similar win/loss record. Well, I’ve won more than him and he has lost more than me so I guess it’s not that similar. He has impressed me so far but didn’t have enough in the tank to defeat Shane Sparkx at Armed and Dangerous. I contacted VOW management as soon as Armed and Dangerous was over and told them I was ready to return. I’m buzzing to get back in the ring. I couldn’t handle being away any longer.
When I found out I was facing Anderson I was quite happy to be honest. He has just lost the Zero Gravity Championship title match in the main event at a VOW PPV and a win against him will look good for my record. In all honest, I would love to get a chance against VOWs best wrestlers and compete for the World Visionary Championship but we don’t know when it’s up for grabs and maybe they don’t think I’m ready. I’m still a newbie compared to VOW management. I will need to prove to them I can compete at that level.
Back to Berlin, he’s a strange one. He looks more like an exotic bird off a wildlife program than a wrestler. He’s got more colourful hair than a giant bird in a zoo. He looks absolutely ridiculous but he knows his stuff in the ring. He’s impressed me and I will need to be on my game if I’m to win. What didn’t impress me was researching him and finding out about his past affiliations. BJB? Berlin, Jonas & Bert? Sounds more like a pop boyband or a gay porn group - blowjob boys. I don’t want to find out what they get up to in their spare time thank you very much.
Anderson won’t see me coming this week. I’ve had a break and I feel refreshed. My leg is fine and defeating Berlin is all that is on my mind. I would have loved to have competed at Armed and Dangerous and to have continued my form but I had to be careful with the leg. This week I’m back and I’m ready to do battle.
I will have to do an awful lot of thinking about Ling over these next few weeks and decide what I want. I’ve had plenty of time to think but I’ve just not had the time. Does she make me happy? Do I want to spend the rest of my life with her? Will she ever change? These are big questions that only I can answer. Firstly, though, all my focus is on defeating Berlin Anderson at Breakthrough 14.
It’s strange that no one but me will be reading this but I admit it’s made me feel much better. I must do this more often.
Peace, I’m out
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As my finger typed the last letter on my ipad I heard giggling behind me and turned to see two teenagers laughing at my expense, obviously looking over my shoulder at the time. Embarrassing or what. What an idiot I am.
I gave them ‘the look’ and they shut up, but if I were them I would have laughed too. Anyway, I brushed it off and fell asleep for a good amount of hours until the pilot came on the tannoy to announce our arrival into New York within the next 10minutes.
I could relate to the descend into JFK Airport as I would be descending from the turnbuckle at Breakthrough 14, delivering the Ziu Fly on a broken and beaten Berlin Anderson. 1. 2. 3. This week is going to be another Ziu Zhong victory.
From London to Berlin, a storm was coming…
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2 Hours Later
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If she starts I’m going to go mad.
I can’t deal with her right now.
I need time to think.
I’ll smile and act civil.
Yes, say hello and get out.
I can’t give away my true feelings whilst I’m mulling over these life changing decisions.
My key entered the lock and I turned it. As soon as I walked through the door I could see a stranger coming towards me with open arms. A strange inside my wife's body. This woman was actually happy to see me. Very surprising considering how we left it when we last spoke.
“Oh Ziu! It good have you home!”
“Is it?!”
“Oh Ziu! Me go news. BIG news.”
“You’re on the news?”
“Me go news for you. Come. Come.”
My wife was acting strange but she led me to the bedroom and sat me at the end of the bed. I thought, right, finally some bedroom action. My first blowjob for months – result.
“Way there.”
My wife giggled as she skipped off into the other room.
“What you up to, Ling?”
“Just way there.”
What is up with her? All I wanted to do was say hello, have a shower, get my wrestling attire and leave for Wisconsin. Berlin Anderson was all I wanted on my mind. I didn’t want to play happy families with Ling.
Returning to the room with a beaming smile, Ling planted something in my hands. I took one look and it was like a dagger to the heart. The last thing I wanted to see was this. After hardly spending any time with Ling over this past month due to my last match in VOW, my problems in the haunted hotel, my leg injury and then my trip to England, I needed more time to mull over whether she was the one for me or not.
I continued to stare at this ‘thing’ in my hands and my life flashed before my eyes. Being born in the over populated city of Beijing, spending childhood with my beautiful parents, meeting Ling at such a young age of 6, my parents death when I was 11 years old, growing up in England with my Uncle, reuniting with Ling when we were older, our wedding, moving to England and then on to New York, and my time over in XWA before switching to VOW.
I looked up into Ling’s eyes who stood before me. It felt like hours but it was literally 5 seconds since she had planted this stick in my hands.
“Me pregnant!”
We locked eye contact and I didn’t know whether to cry or not. It was the last thing I expected to hear as I walked through the door.
“Me pregnant, Ziu. Me pregnant!”
The climb to 35,000 feet made me think about my time in VOW so far. I had arrived as unknown territory, looking up at the stars above me, but I worked hard, revved my engines, shot down the ramp and won three out of five matches to climb the VOW skies. A 60% win rate might not sound too pleasing to the ear but when you think that my first ever wrestling match was just over one year ago then you can see why it’s not such a bad start to my VOW career. The two losses inflicted were by experienced and talented wrestlers in Judas Dathan and Lucas McCann. I was buzzing with my win rate, and buzzing by the start that I had made.
Various websites, media and people on twitter had acknowledged my presence and improvement, and with me it’s all about the fans. I love to please them and if they make the effort to come and see me and support me as they do, I will always put in 100% to give them something back. I admitted that I didn’t take Lucas seriously but I will not make the same mistake again. Losing to Lucas affected me but I came back strong against Brett Carson and put it right. Everybody could see what it meant to me to be a Visionary.
Cruising through the night clouds I could hear bickering a few rows back. Turning my head, I could see an elderly Chinese couple arguing in their language. I could understand most of it but seeing as I hadn’t lived in China since I was 11 years old, I hadn’t fully developed the language. It made me think about my wife Ling, though, and how we also argued just before I left for my short break in England.
VOW hadn’t seen me for a few weeks since Brett Carson decided to injury my leg. I defeated him and then his stupid reaction caused me to miss Armed and Dangerous. Being the holder of the Briefcase I won back on the last PPV - Heatstroke - I was looking forward to hopefully getting it opened and finding my prize. It wasn’t to be but at least I still have that to look forward to.
After I beat Brett, I spent a night in hospital but they couldn’t see a problem with my leg apart from a slight sprain in the ankle and a tight groin. I spent a week resting up at home before deciding to take matters into my own hands and visit a specialist over in London, England. This caused the argument with my wife as she didn’t want me to leave the country but she didn’t want to come with me either. Regardless of what she thought, I left for England and had been there for a few weeks.
As we left UK airspace I see the coastline lights below drift off into the distance and we were now left with pitch black; the night sky meeting the North Atlantic Sea. I closed my eyes and thought back to the exact conversation I had with my wife before I left.
****
“Me no happy. You chain man ‘gain”.
“I’m in the chain man gang?”
“You think funny. You bad man. You nice person then chain and be bad person then chain and be good person. Now you chain ‘gain and bad man.”
“What the hell have I done this time?”
“You act weird. You tell wife you in hotel, I ring hotel you no there. You tell wife you in hospital, I ring hospital you no there. You come home you act like you go bad leg and then you say go to England for special tree-ment. You a fay-kar. You no bad leg, you fay-kar.”
“I’m not faking anything, Ling. I’m not acting weird either; it’s just been a rough few weeks. The Lucas defeat got to me so I turned my phone off and the hotel I told you I was staying at ended up being haunted. I was seeing my old friend who had died. It was spooky and I had to get out of there.”
“You lie.”
“It’s the truth. I had to get out of there as quick as I possibly could. I moved to another hotel on the other side of town and then after I beat Brett Carson I ended up in hospital but I gave you the wrong hospital name.”
“One thin after another thin.”
“Ling, I thought we got over all these squabbles.”
“You no chain. We need see Julie ‘gain.”
“What, marriage counselling? You’re having a laugh. All because I nearly broke my leg and see a ghost all within the space of a few days. You should be supporting me.”
“You alway do some-thin’. Me angry. You bad man.”
“[Sigh] Not this again. Ling, when are you going to realise that you’re causing these rows. I understand that I wasn’t home but I had just lost an important match, see my dead friend as a ghost, injured my leg. You know what it’s like to be married to a wrestler so why start these rows? I need to go to England to get my leg looked at by a specialist. It could be life threatening.”
“Lie fret-nan? Oh go way. You bad man. Me no speak. You go England. You do what want. You no same person anymore. You bad husband.”
“...[sigh]...”
****
I began to laugh to myself and luckily the passengers sitting along my row were asleep or they would have thought I was mad. Ling thought I was mad; maybe she was right after I see a ghost before my last fight. It put me on edge against Brett Carson but I managed the win and when you can win a match when you’re not fully yourself you know you’re doing well.
I was once told that writing a ‘Dear Diary’ always helps when you have a lot on your mind. I whipped out my iPad and decided to give it a go for the first time. I got stuck after the dear diary part but eventually I got a rhythm going and it was surprisingly invigorating.
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Dear Diary,
I’ve never been a fan of writing a letter to myself, what’s the point huh? But I guess you can let your feelings out of your head so I will give it a go. To start with, Ling is doing my head in. Sometimes I wonder if I would be better off without her. She’s not supportive enough and it stresses me out that I have to deal with it. I can’t be home as much as she wants; it’s impossible. I’m a full time wrestler and I have to travel, train and compete. When VOW really hits it off I will be doing more than that, such as TV interviews, meeting fans and just a whole load of more work. Will Ling be able to handle this? I very much doubt it.
We went to marriage counselling a few months ago when I first joined VOW and after one session we cancelled it and fell in love all over again. I’m not sure marriage counselling is the right thing to go back to as I’m not sure I love her anymore. I really am starting to doubt our marriage and it may just be best if we go our separate ways. The nagging, the moping around, the constant moaning coming from her end. I may have reached boiling point.
Although I told Ling I was not faking my leg injury, I do feel it was a little extreme of me to run off to England to see a specialist. They have specialist right there in New York and Ling is so naive that she didn’t think of this. She was smart about my injury though; she must have seen me walking around the house without my crutches. I don’t know why I travelled to England, maybe because of what happened a few weeks back with seeing my old friend Paul Pottingham’s ghost in the hotel. I wanted to see my friend Zack and talk it over with him. I did see a specialist regarding my leg but as expected, I was fine.
Beating Brett Carson was a good feeling. He had intervened via the JumboTron when I beat PKA at Breakthrough 10 and some people decided to say that I only won because of this. Well a) I wiped the floor clean with PKA (and it was a very dirty floor – the drunk ass that he is) and it was probably my best win to date, and b) I wanted to defeat Brett for getting involved in my business. He has an obsession with PKA but one thing he needs to realise is that he shouldn’t get involved in my life. PKA, fine, but not mine. I got the win and I move on. Am I bitter about the leg injury? Not really. He was just frustrated at the loss and wanted to make himself feel better. I’m not going to chase after him; I have bigger fish to fry. As I said, I move on.
Next up is Berlin Anderson. We arrived in VOW at a similar time and have a similar win/loss record. Well, I’ve won more than him and he has lost more than me so I guess it’s not that similar. He has impressed me so far but didn’t have enough in the tank to defeat Shane Sparkx at Armed and Dangerous. I contacted VOW management as soon as Armed and Dangerous was over and told them I was ready to return. I’m buzzing to get back in the ring. I couldn’t handle being away any longer.
When I found out I was facing Anderson I was quite happy to be honest. He has just lost the Zero Gravity Championship title match in the main event at a VOW PPV and a win against him will look good for my record. In all honest, I would love to get a chance against VOWs best wrestlers and compete for the World Visionary Championship but we don’t know when it’s up for grabs and maybe they don’t think I’m ready. I’m still a newbie compared to VOW management. I will need to prove to them I can compete at that level.
Back to Berlin, he’s a strange one. He looks more like an exotic bird off a wildlife program than a wrestler. He’s got more colourful hair than a giant bird in a zoo. He looks absolutely ridiculous but he knows his stuff in the ring. He’s impressed me and I will need to be on my game if I’m to win. What didn’t impress me was researching him and finding out about his past affiliations. BJB? Berlin, Jonas & Bert? Sounds more like a pop boyband or a gay porn group - blowjob boys. I don’t want to find out what they get up to in their spare time thank you very much.
Anderson won’t see me coming this week. I’ve had a break and I feel refreshed. My leg is fine and defeating Berlin is all that is on my mind. I would have loved to have competed at Armed and Dangerous and to have continued my form but I had to be careful with the leg. This week I’m back and I’m ready to do battle.
I will have to do an awful lot of thinking about Ling over these next few weeks and decide what I want. I’ve had plenty of time to think but I’ve just not had the time. Does she make me happy? Do I want to spend the rest of my life with her? Will she ever change? These are big questions that only I can answer. Firstly, though, all my focus is on defeating Berlin Anderson at Breakthrough 14.
It’s strange that no one but me will be reading this but I admit it’s made me feel much better. I must do this more often.
Peace, I’m out
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As my finger typed the last letter on my ipad I heard giggling behind me and turned to see two teenagers laughing at my expense, obviously looking over my shoulder at the time. Embarrassing or what. What an idiot I am.
I gave them ‘the look’ and they shut up, but if I were them I would have laughed too. Anyway, I brushed it off and fell asleep for a good amount of hours until the pilot came on the tannoy to announce our arrival into New York within the next 10minutes.
I could relate to the descend into JFK Airport as I would be descending from the turnbuckle at Breakthrough 14, delivering the Ziu Fly on a broken and beaten Berlin Anderson. 1. 2. 3. This week is going to be another Ziu Zhong victory.
From London to Berlin, a storm was coming…
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2 Hours Later
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If she starts I’m going to go mad.
I can’t deal with her right now.
I need time to think.
I’ll smile and act civil.
Yes, say hello and get out.
I can’t give away my true feelings whilst I’m mulling over these life changing decisions.
My key entered the lock and I turned it. As soon as I walked through the door I could see a stranger coming towards me with open arms. A strange inside my wife's body. This woman was actually happy to see me. Very surprising considering how we left it when we last spoke.
“Oh Ziu! It good have you home!”
“Is it?!”
“Oh Ziu! Me go news. BIG news.”
“You’re on the news?”
“Me go news for you. Come. Come.”
My wife was acting strange but she led me to the bedroom and sat me at the end of the bed. I thought, right, finally some bedroom action. My first blowjob for months – result.
“Way there.”
My wife giggled as she skipped off into the other room.
“What you up to, Ling?”
“Just way there.”
What is up with her? All I wanted to do was say hello, have a shower, get my wrestling attire and leave for Wisconsin. Berlin Anderson was all I wanted on my mind. I didn’t want to play happy families with Ling.
Returning to the room with a beaming smile, Ling planted something in my hands. I took one look and it was like a dagger to the heart. The last thing I wanted to see was this. After hardly spending any time with Ling over this past month due to my last match in VOW, my problems in the haunted hotel, my leg injury and then my trip to England, I needed more time to mull over whether she was the one for me or not.
I continued to stare at this ‘thing’ in my hands and my life flashed before my eyes. Being born in the over populated city of Beijing, spending childhood with my beautiful parents, meeting Ling at such a young age of 6, my parents death when I was 11 years old, growing up in England with my Uncle, reuniting with Ling when we were older, our wedding, moving to England and then on to New York, and my time over in XWA before switching to VOW.
I looked up into Ling’s eyes who stood before me. It felt like hours but it was literally 5 seconds since she had planted this stick in my hands.
“Me pregnant!”
We locked eye contact and I didn’t know whether to cry or not. It was the last thing I expected to hear as I walked through the door.
“Me pregnant, Ziu. Me pregnant!”
