Post by Nick Watson on Dec 5, 2012 20:45:45 GMT -4
"Patience, Corey, patience."
"Why should I be patient? You should be Main Eventing by now! After all you are the God damn champ!"
"Yeah and as a champion I have to be patient, I'm sure that Rebel has something planned for the Xtreme Division, after all this division is one of the bigger draws on Overdrive. I'm sure he is cooking something up."
"And what if he isn't?"
I shrugged my shoulders and then gave him a strong grin, hopefully putting him a bit at ease.
"Then I will make something happen myself."
"And how do you suppose you are going to do that?"
Another shrug. I could tell he was not a happy camper by the look on his face, so instead of paying him any more attention, I decided to put my focus back on my training. I began to do a few simple moves on the punching bag, mostly quick jabs, and finesse moves. Nothing too flashy, but stuff that could help me in a pinch if I got backed into a corner.
"How the hell can you stay so focused? I mean, here we are about to go into a match against some unknown opponent, a friend of Rebel's, by the way, and you are just doing some basic drills. I mean, aren't you pissed you aren't fighting someone you can dig more material up on, or someone that you can at least plan for?"
"Of course I'm upset that there isn't much data to actually compile on this guy, but to worry about that right now only a day before the match isn't going to get me anywhere. Instead, focusing on these drills, and trying to better myself is what is going to help me come Thursday night."
More quick finesse moves, a spinning elbow into a punch to be exact, would cause the punching bag to swing back, and forth rather quickly. As it did so, I would increase the velocity of the maneuver, using more swiftness, and precision.
"Can you stop being a spinning top of pain for one second and pay attention to the problem at hand?"
I stopped spinning and looked over at Corey. I gave him a once over with my eyes and then shook my head while taking a knee to grab my water bottle.
"What is up with you man? I told you to relax and all that shit."
"Well someone has to give a crap about your position on the totem pole, for Christ's sake! Ever since Thanksgiving you have been a recluse, hiding in gyms, and training. What in the hell happened to you?"
I let out a quick sigh and then stood up, holding my water bottle in my left hand, and wiping the sweat off my brow with the other.
"My best wasn't good enough, Corey."
"Say what?"
"My best, Corey...it wasn't good enough.
All the proof I needed was this Thanksgiving when I lost that match. I knew when I lost that if I wanted to actually do something special with this championship that I would have to work hard to do so.
I have been slacking Corey and it shows...I'm not as fast or strong as I was when I first got here and to make up for that I'm going to have to work harder in the gym to get back in shape. After all, what type of champion would I be if I just slacked off, and let this title and position go to waste?
I will tell you what I would be, a loser, and a horrible champion. And that is not what I want to be remembered as. No sir, not Nick Watson! No, I want to be remembered for the hard work I put in to get physically prepared for each match up that came my way and for the fighting spirit I displayed in the ring as I fought my opponent. And to do that, worrying about a silly position on some metaphorical totem pole should be the least of my concerns. Instead I should be worried about the challenge and training in preparation for the challenge."
"But this Buckson Gooch guy is huge! Have you seen this guy!? He could just break you by looking at you..."
"And I relish the opportunity to go up against a guy who has that sort of strength."
"Are you crazy, Nick? He is not your typical good ol' boy. This guy packs a whallop!"
I nod my head as I take a long gulp of my ice cold water to re-hydrate myself.
"And that is what makes this match so damn exciting, Corey!"
"Yep, you've lost it..."
"No, Corey! I'm being honest with you...a match up like this doesn't come very often. A physical specimen like Buckson doesn't just waltz into a federation and make a splash like he has! I mean this guy was drafted up rather swiftly and has put on quite a display since he arrived here on Overdrive.
He made it pretty far in the tag tourny with his partner Mac Bane too. If they hadn't have met some heavy opposition in the dying breed, they would be on their way to the finals to fight for the tag gold."
"Jesus, man...don't have a damn fangasm on me."
"What the hell is a... never-mind. All I'm saying is that a guy like Buckson deserves a match like this. He deserves to be competing with the Sensational One in front of hundreds of thousands of fans world wide. But more importantly he deserves to be here on Overdrive fighting the cream of the APW crop."
"Maybe you should stay away from farm jokes, eh, slick?"
"All I'm saying is that this guy is worth my time. He is a hard worker, has a family, and is dedicated to his own lifestyle. I respect that. That's all, but my respect is not going to allow me to just let him walk over me. I am going to give him one hell of a match."
*The scene fades to black*
(OOC: This is all I have...I am legitimattly struggling this week to make time. Next week will be better, that I vow!)
"Why should I be patient? You should be Main Eventing by now! After all you are the God damn champ!"
"Yeah and as a champion I have to be patient, I'm sure that Rebel has something planned for the Xtreme Division, after all this division is one of the bigger draws on Overdrive. I'm sure he is cooking something up."
"And what if he isn't?"
I shrugged my shoulders and then gave him a strong grin, hopefully putting him a bit at ease.
"Then I will make something happen myself."
"And how do you suppose you are going to do that?"
Another shrug. I could tell he was not a happy camper by the look on his face, so instead of paying him any more attention, I decided to put my focus back on my training. I began to do a few simple moves on the punching bag, mostly quick jabs, and finesse moves. Nothing too flashy, but stuff that could help me in a pinch if I got backed into a corner.
"How the hell can you stay so focused? I mean, here we are about to go into a match against some unknown opponent, a friend of Rebel's, by the way, and you are just doing some basic drills. I mean, aren't you pissed you aren't fighting someone you can dig more material up on, or someone that you can at least plan for?"
"Of course I'm upset that there isn't much data to actually compile on this guy, but to worry about that right now only a day before the match isn't going to get me anywhere. Instead, focusing on these drills, and trying to better myself is what is going to help me come Thursday night."
More quick finesse moves, a spinning elbow into a punch to be exact, would cause the punching bag to swing back, and forth rather quickly. As it did so, I would increase the velocity of the maneuver, using more swiftness, and precision.
"Can you stop being a spinning top of pain for one second and pay attention to the problem at hand?"
I stopped spinning and looked over at Corey. I gave him a once over with my eyes and then shook my head while taking a knee to grab my water bottle.
"What is up with you man? I told you to relax and all that shit."
"Well someone has to give a crap about your position on the totem pole, for Christ's sake! Ever since Thanksgiving you have been a recluse, hiding in gyms, and training. What in the hell happened to you?"
I let out a quick sigh and then stood up, holding my water bottle in my left hand, and wiping the sweat off my brow with the other.
"My best wasn't good enough, Corey."
"Say what?"
"My best, Corey...it wasn't good enough.
All the proof I needed was this Thanksgiving when I lost that match. I knew when I lost that if I wanted to actually do something special with this championship that I would have to work hard to do so.
I have been slacking Corey and it shows...I'm not as fast or strong as I was when I first got here and to make up for that I'm going to have to work harder in the gym to get back in shape. After all, what type of champion would I be if I just slacked off, and let this title and position go to waste?
I will tell you what I would be, a loser, and a horrible champion. And that is not what I want to be remembered as. No sir, not Nick Watson! No, I want to be remembered for the hard work I put in to get physically prepared for each match up that came my way and for the fighting spirit I displayed in the ring as I fought my opponent. And to do that, worrying about a silly position on some metaphorical totem pole should be the least of my concerns. Instead I should be worried about the challenge and training in preparation for the challenge."
"But this Buckson Gooch guy is huge! Have you seen this guy!? He could just break you by looking at you..."
"And I relish the opportunity to go up against a guy who has that sort of strength."
"Are you crazy, Nick? He is not your typical good ol' boy. This guy packs a whallop!"
I nod my head as I take a long gulp of my ice cold water to re-hydrate myself.
"And that is what makes this match so damn exciting, Corey!"
"Yep, you've lost it..."
"No, Corey! I'm being honest with you...a match up like this doesn't come very often. A physical specimen like Buckson doesn't just waltz into a federation and make a splash like he has! I mean this guy was drafted up rather swiftly and has put on quite a display since he arrived here on Overdrive.
He made it pretty far in the tag tourny with his partner Mac Bane too. If they hadn't have met some heavy opposition in the dying breed, they would be on their way to the finals to fight for the tag gold."
"Jesus, man...don't have a damn fangasm on me."
"What the hell is a... never-mind. All I'm saying is that a guy like Buckson deserves a match like this. He deserves to be competing with the Sensational One in front of hundreds of thousands of fans world wide. But more importantly he deserves to be here on Overdrive fighting the cream of the APW crop."
"Maybe you should stay away from farm jokes, eh, slick?"
"All I'm saying is that this guy is worth my time. He is a hard worker, has a family, and is dedicated to his own lifestyle. I respect that. That's all, but my respect is not going to allow me to just let him walk over me. I am going to give him one hell of a match."
*The scene fades to black*
(OOC: This is all I have...I am legitimattly struggling this week to make time. Next week will be better, that I vow!)
