Post by papapancho on May 20, 2013 5:02:42 GMT -4
Time is always of the essence and I didn't have any. Good luck to my opponents and my partners. Put this together because I don't want to no show
Godammit Yanzel thought to himself. The management had really screwed him over this time. It wasn’t the opponents he had a problems with. New Dynasty? Was there an old dynasty somewhere out there that was dying off? It wasn’t his concern. Anything that New Dynasty could throw at him would be to his face and in the ring. But his latest tag team partner … the one he had to turn his back to … that was proving to be a bigger problem. Warren Peace he was not.
Yanzel had just finished watching his interview and it led a sour taste in his mouth. He could see the boy had good intentions. But at 21 years of age he was proving to be a real ass hat. At 30 years of age Yanzel had dealt with enough braggadocios teenagers in his time. Turning 21 didn’t make you a man as some people thought. Turning 21 just meant you had lived long enough to earn a drink.
Yanzel had bigger problems to deal with than wrestling right now. He had just gotten off the phone with his beloved grandmother. His oldest by a minute Cameron had gotten into a fight with a kid in kindergarten. It seems Meltdown is quite the popular show and had mentioned to him how his daddy was a joke always losing. Being his father’s son Cameron took his fist and blackened the kid’s eye. Part of him wanted to tell his son that violence isn’t the answer and that people have a right to have an opinion. Part of him wanted to high five his young boy. You never let anyone talk bad about your family no matter what. That’s your families job and nobody elses. And lastly he had to wonder if the other boy was right.
1 victory …
1 stinking victory ….
It was like a nagging itch in the back of his head that grown into a full rash. Meanwhile his partner walked around with his head up his butt. It’s moments like this that Yanzel could find frustrating beyond belief. He needed the win more than this 21 year old. If he didn’t win his kids couldn’t eat right. And for the past few weeks Yanzel had done nothing but lose over and over and over again. It was tiresome. But it had been beneficial. With each loss Yanzel absorbed a set of knowledge about himself that only losing could find. Losing took you to your limits and then pushed them further. Yanzel knew how far he could push his body … and how much more he would have to train in order to stretch those limits even further for the future.
But it was a line that Leon had said that bothered him. “Yanzel is a fan favorite so he must know a thing or two about winning.”
Wow …
Jaw droopingly … wow …
The kid was more lost than Yanzel had thought. Yanzel thought to himself that the fans of APW had accepted him for one simple fact. He never quit. Win or Lose; and frankly it had been lose. Yanzel Holmes showed up everyday. He might not kick as much ass the next guy but he got a few licks in for them to notice. He’d wipe himself off get back up and put boots to asses on the next guy. Nothing dramatic or even romantic about the notion. Yanzel didn’t have the luxury or the time to bitch about his performance. His grandfather had instilled in him a set of ideals that carried him well through this troubling losing streak.
“Stay hungry … but never desperate”
Even after every lose … that hunger never went away. Deep down inside him Yanzel yearned for nothing more than to prove that you could win with the right attitude. Skill be damned. Maybe the kid had something to teach him. He was the winner after all …
Godammit Yanzel thought to himself. The management had really screwed him over this time. It wasn’t the opponents he had a problems with. New Dynasty? Was there an old dynasty somewhere out there that was dying off? It wasn’t his concern. Anything that New Dynasty could throw at him would be to his face and in the ring. But his latest tag team partner … the one he had to turn his back to … that was proving to be a bigger problem. Warren Peace he was not.
Yanzel had just finished watching his interview and it led a sour taste in his mouth. He could see the boy had good intentions. But at 21 years of age he was proving to be a real ass hat. At 30 years of age Yanzel had dealt with enough braggadocios teenagers in his time. Turning 21 didn’t make you a man as some people thought. Turning 21 just meant you had lived long enough to earn a drink.
Yanzel had bigger problems to deal with than wrestling right now. He had just gotten off the phone with his beloved grandmother. His oldest by a minute Cameron had gotten into a fight with a kid in kindergarten. It seems Meltdown is quite the popular show and had mentioned to him how his daddy was a joke always losing. Being his father’s son Cameron took his fist and blackened the kid’s eye. Part of him wanted to tell his son that violence isn’t the answer and that people have a right to have an opinion. Part of him wanted to high five his young boy. You never let anyone talk bad about your family no matter what. That’s your families job and nobody elses. And lastly he had to wonder if the other boy was right.
1 victory …
1 stinking victory ….
It was like a nagging itch in the back of his head that grown into a full rash. Meanwhile his partner walked around with his head up his butt. It’s moments like this that Yanzel could find frustrating beyond belief. He needed the win more than this 21 year old. If he didn’t win his kids couldn’t eat right. And for the past few weeks Yanzel had done nothing but lose over and over and over again. It was tiresome. But it had been beneficial. With each loss Yanzel absorbed a set of knowledge about himself that only losing could find. Losing took you to your limits and then pushed them further. Yanzel knew how far he could push his body … and how much more he would have to train in order to stretch those limits even further for the future.
But it was a line that Leon had said that bothered him. “Yanzel is a fan favorite so he must know a thing or two about winning.”
Wow …
Jaw droopingly … wow …
The kid was more lost than Yanzel had thought. Yanzel thought to himself that the fans of APW had accepted him for one simple fact. He never quit. Win or Lose; and frankly it had been lose. Yanzel Holmes showed up everyday. He might not kick as much ass the next guy but he got a few licks in for them to notice. He’d wipe himself off get back up and put boots to asses on the next guy. Nothing dramatic or even romantic about the notion. Yanzel didn’t have the luxury or the time to bitch about his performance. His grandfather had instilled in him a set of ideals that carried him well through this troubling losing streak.
“Stay hungry … but never desperate”
Even after every lose … that hunger never went away. Deep down inside him Yanzel yearned for nothing more than to prove that you could win with the right attitude. Skill be damned. Maybe the kid had something to teach him. He was the winner after all …
