Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2013 13:33:23 GMT -6
.:Opening Thoughts:.
Every shot you take in life, it must be at 100%. Never hold back. Always figure out what you're truly made out of, so you can figure out how strong you are and what you have to do to become stronger. Take on every challenge that comes toward you with your maximum capabilities and never surrender. Keep moving forward until every last drop of sweat is dropped, until every calorie is burnt, and until your lungs have breathed their last breath.
That is what I live by. Make sure before your last neuron fires, your last muscle twitches or you take your last breath you achieved something. You won't get another chance to make something of yourself, and you certainly won't be remembered for nothing. I've just started my career and I already hold a championship. I'm already signed to an up and coming promotion called EXODUS and am scheduled to compete in a invitational battle royal with a title shot against Fiona Rourke on the line. Is my best friend, Jin, competing in it? Yes. Is the girl I'm crazy for in it? yes. Is that going to stop me? Absolutely not. See, in the ring, there are no friends and foes. There are no ups, downs, lefts, or rights. There are competitors standing in my way and one goal. For those who doubt my ability to separate business from pleasure, don't be dumb. Mixing the two spells trouble and I've already had to deal with enough of that as is.
Running a hand through my hair, I sigh and shut off the camera, ending my brief blog session. Most of my blogs don't get shown to the world because most of them contain my personal thoughts So far, being in Phoenix has done nothing but made me angry. Thinking about it as much as I have been has only made things worse. As soon as I go to board the plane, I see stuff about Kasey and Bryan getting all nice and cozy with one another and it almost made me second guess actually making the trip out here. With what I've been through and the way I think, if you truly liked one, there wouldn't be a two. I shut my laptop with a faint click and stand up, stretching a bit. The building pressure of this battle royal, along with my own personal feelings towards Kasey, can't be doing me any sort of good. I have to get my mind settled on what is more important, the battle royal and Fiona Rourke. Wrestling has and always will come before all else, that's how it has to be.
One thing I can't help but think about though. My ex girlfriend....
|Flashback to April 16th, 2008|
Leaning over Ashlynn, I try to snap a picture with her pug licking my face. After a few tries, I managed to get a half decent one. Too bad Ashlynn wasn't paying attention but that's as good as it's going to get. Her dog wasn't cooperating whatsoever. I lean up, wiping my face off.
.:Michael Alexander:.
That dog of yours does not like cameras.
I chuckle as she sits up and puts her hands on her knees. The dog starts trying to lick my face again.
.:Ashlynn Ward:.
Sure likes your face though.
She sticks her tongue out at me and stands up as I let her dog push me onto my back.
.:Michael Alexander:.
What do you have planned today, babe?
She puts her up in a ponytail.
.:Ashlynn Ward:.
Not much. I have some running around to do. Gonna hang out with the girls today too.
I pick her dog up off of me and sit up.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Need any cash?
.:Ashlynn Ward:.
I've got plenty, thanks though.
She gives me a smile and a quick kiss before slipping her shoes on and walking out the door. I look down at her puppy.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Well Rascal, what to do now?
The dog just looks up at me with it's tongue hanging out of it's mouth and tail wagging back and forth.
.:Michael Alexander:.
No ideas huh? Thought so.
I stand up and slide my shoes on before opening the door, letting the dog run out into the warm Australian sunshine. I squint my eyes for a second before sliding on a pair of aviators. Taking a seat on the chair that sits on the porch, I lean my head back and slightly doze off. The dog puts an end to that by jumping up on my lap and licking my face.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Gee, thanks.
My phone starts to buzz and as I pick it up, I see a picture of Ashlynn kissing some guy outside of a cafe. The caption reads "Five Minutes Ago".
.:Michael Alexander:.
What the fuck.....
There wasn't a number attached to the photo. I set my phone down and ran a hand through my hair. A few minutes later, it buzzed again.
"He's not the only one. There is more than just him."
At that point, I was more pissed off than I was hurt. Going to "hang out with the girls" huh? I won't be here when she gets back. Tossing her dog back in her house, I slammed the door and set off down the road.
|About an hour later, Michael's Home.|
As I sit, stewing over what just happened, I hear a sharp rapping at my door. At first, I didn't want to get up because I knew who it was. Ashlynn is probably wondering why I wasn't at her house. She keeps knocking, irritating me even more. Finally, I stand up and fling open the door.
.:Michael Alexander:.
How was your time with the girls?
At this point, my nostrils were flaring and I was clearly pissed off.
I raise my eyebrows as I wait for an answer.
.:Ashlynn Ward:.
What are you so mad about? I was just hanging with some friends, Michael.
I chuckle.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Does your "friends" happen to be the guy you were making out with in front of the cafe?
She fell silent.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Your silence gives me the confirmation I needed. After seven months AND an engagement ring, you do this to me?
I look at her ring finger, her ringless finger.
.:Michael Alexander:.
WHERE THE FUCK IS MY RING?
She stares at her feet.
.:Michael Alexander:.
...You sold the ring I gave you. THAT RING WAS MY GRANDMOTHERS!
I take a few steps back and pace back and forth. I've never wanted to hit a woman more in my life.
.:Michael Alexander:.
I cannot believe you. There is a name for people like you.
I flip her the bird.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Gold digger.
Slamming the door in her face, I let out a yell and rest my head against the wall.
|Present Day|
As I stop thinking about what happened four years ago, I find myself gazing out the window. I just made a cross country trip from Philadelphia to Phoenix and for what? a girl? The last girl I liked ended up screwing me over and leaving me with nothing, both financially and emotionally. I don't understand why but I get the feeling like this one will be no different. But, nothing ever happened without a little risk. Letting out a deep sigh, I take my camera out and set it on the table.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Good morning ladies and gentlemen, My name is Michael Alexander. Sunday night marks the night that I compete in my first match with EXODUS Pro Wrestling as I team with Stephen Lenton to take on the Icy Rebels, Danielle and Tiami Tyler. That's right, I got partnered up with a giant of a man. The Big L seems determined to pick up the win and that is something I can appreciate. See, I didn't come to EXODUS just to get a good start on my wrestling career. I wanted to come to a new promotion and make the biggest impact possible. This tag team match is a test for the brass to see what I'm capable of and I plan on giving them more than they bargained for. Of course, in their words, "He's the younger brother of Jakob Alexander so we expect big things from him" means they have high expectations of me but there is one thing I excel at. I ALWAYS meet or exceed expectations. There is no undermining things in my world. If you don't plan on being the best, there isn't any point in trying. I came to EXODUS to be the best and that is exactly what I will do.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Now, Danielle and Tiami Tyler? They've managed to create a bit of buzz for themselves, I'll acknowledge that. They went out and made a name for themselves. Thing is, popularity and name value aren't important. You have to have the ability to create fear in your opponents and give them something to think about. After the match, you leave them something to think about. Give them a reason to remember your name. You two? You've had a few matches but you haven't made anybody tremble in their boots. That arena is going to be so loud, you won't be able to hear yourself think but I guarantee that after the referee hits the mat three times, the only thing that will be ringing in your head will be my name. It will continue to bounce around in your noggin so that the next time you face off with me, you'll remember what happened to you. I don't just compete in matches, ladies. I instill fear in my opponents, a certain kind of fear that makes them want to avoid me at all costs afterwards.
See, I reserve my right to remain violent and remain violent is what I'll do. During the match, you're going to think that my only goal is to hurt you. Hurting your opponent is only half the battle but it's the most important part. See, inflicting pain is what makes people remember. Pain etches an everlasting mark in your brain and every time you look at me, you will feel it.
Just so you don't forget between now and Sunday, I don't play games in that squared circle. My version of violence is much different from the average joe's. I aim to hurt you, torture you, inflict agonizing pain upon you and when it's all said and done, I'll shake your hand and thank you for the match. Am I crazy? Possibly. I am to be the best at what I do.....and what I do isn't very nice.
Thing is, my sanity came into question years ago. So, Icy Rebels, do you think you can hang? The Big L has a big presence in that ring but the one you really need to worry about is Kuakuwatzo.
The Wolverine.
END
Every shot you take in life, it must be at 100%. Never hold back. Always figure out what you're truly made out of, so you can figure out how strong you are and what you have to do to become stronger. Take on every challenge that comes toward you with your maximum capabilities and never surrender. Keep moving forward until every last drop of sweat is dropped, until every calorie is burnt, and until your lungs have breathed their last breath.
That is what I live by. Make sure before your last neuron fires, your last muscle twitches or you take your last breath you achieved something. You won't get another chance to make something of yourself, and you certainly won't be remembered for nothing. I've just started my career and I already hold a championship. I'm already signed to an up and coming promotion called EXODUS and am scheduled to compete in a invitational battle royal with a title shot against Fiona Rourke on the line. Is my best friend, Jin, competing in it? Yes. Is the girl I'm crazy for in it? yes. Is that going to stop me? Absolutely not. See, in the ring, there are no friends and foes. There are no ups, downs, lefts, or rights. There are competitors standing in my way and one goal. For those who doubt my ability to separate business from pleasure, don't be dumb. Mixing the two spells trouble and I've already had to deal with enough of that as is.
Running a hand through my hair, I sigh and shut off the camera, ending my brief blog session. Most of my blogs don't get shown to the world because most of them contain my personal thoughts So far, being in Phoenix has done nothing but made me angry. Thinking about it as much as I have been has only made things worse. As soon as I go to board the plane, I see stuff about Kasey and Bryan getting all nice and cozy with one another and it almost made me second guess actually making the trip out here. With what I've been through and the way I think, if you truly liked one, there wouldn't be a two. I shut my laptop with a faint click and stand up, stretching a bit. The building pressure of this battle royal, along with my own personal feelings towards Kasey, can't be doing me any sort of good. I have to get my mind settled on what is more important, the battle royal and Fiona Rourke. Wrestling has and always will come before all else, that's how it has to be.
One thing I can't help but think about though. My ex girlfriend....
|Flashback to April 16th, 2008|
Leaning over Ashlynn, I try to snap a picture with her pug licking my face. After a few tries, I managed to get a half decent one. Too bad Ashlynn wasn't paying attention but that's as good as it's going to get. Her dog wasn't cooperating whatsoever. I lean up, wiping my face off.
.:Michael Alexander:.
That dog of yours does not like cameras.
I chuckle as she sits up and puts her hands on her knees. The dog starts trying to lick my face again.
.:Ashlynn Ward:.
Sure likes your face though.
She sticks her tongue out at me and stands up as I let her dog push me onto my back.
.:Michael Alexander:.
What do you have planned today, babe?
She puts her up in a ponytail.
.:Ashlynn Ward:.
Not much. I have some running around to do. Gonna hang out with the girls today too.
I pick her dog up off of me and sit up.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Need any cash?
.:Ashlynn Ward:.
I've got plenty, thanks though.
She gives me a smile and a quick kiss before slipping her shoes on and walking out the door. I look down at her puppy.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Well Rascal, what to do now?
The dog just looks up at me with it's tongue hanging out of it's mouth and tail wagging back and forth.
.:Michael Alexander:.
No ideas huh? Thought so.
I stand up and slide my shoes on before opening the door, letting the dog run out into the warm Australian sunshine. I squint my eyes for a second before sliding on a pair of aviators. Taking a seat on the chair that sits on the porch, I lean my head back and slightly doze off. The dog puts an end to that by jumping up on my lap and licking my face.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Gee, thanks.
My phone starts to buzz and as I pick it up, I see a picture of Ashlynn kissing some guy outside of a cafe. The caption reads "Five Minutes Ago".
.:Michael Alexander:.
What the fuck.....
There wasn't a number attached to the photo. I set my phone down and ran a hand through my hair. A few minutes later, it buzzed again.
"He's not the only one. There is more than just him."
At that point, I was more pissed off than I was hurt. Going to "hang out with the girls" huh? I won't be here when she gets back. Tossing her dog back in her house, I slammed the door and set off down the road.
|About an hour later, Michael's Home.|
As I sit, stewing over what just happened, I hear a sharp rapping at my door. At first, I didn't want to get up because I knew who it was. Ashlynn is probably wondering why I wasn't at her house. She keeps knocking, irritating me even more. Finally, I stand up and fling open the door.
.:Michael Alexander:.
How was your time with the girls?
At this point, my nostrils were flaring and I was clearly pissed off.
I raise my eyebrows as I wait for an answer.
.:Ashlynn Ward:.
What are you so mad about? I was just hanging with some friends, Michael.
I chuckle.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Does your "friends" happen to be the guy you were making out with in front of the cafe?
She fell silent.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Your silence gives me the confirmation I needed. After seven months AND an engagement ring, you do this to me?
I look at her ring finger, her ringless finger.
.:Michael Alexander:.
WHERE THE FUCK IS MY RING?
She stares at her feet.
.:Michael Alexander:.
...You sold the ring I gave you. THAT RING WAS MY GRANDMOTHERS!
I take a few steps back and pace back and forth. I've never wanted to hit a woman more in my life.
.:Michael Alexander:.
I cannot believe you. There is a name for people like you.
I flip her the bird.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Gold digger.
Slamming the door in her face, I let out a yell and rest my head against the wall.
|Present Day|
As I stop thinking about what happened four years ago, I find myself gazing out the window. I just made a cross country trip from Philadelphia to Phoenix and for what? a girl? The last girl I liked ended up screwing me over and leaving me with nothing, both financially and emotionally. I don't understand why but I get the feeling like this one will be no different. But, nothing ever happened without a little risk. Letting out a deep sigh, I take my camera out and set it on the table.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Good morning ladies and gentlemen, My name is Michael Alexander. Sunday night marks the night that I compete in my first match with EXODUS Pro Wrestling as I team with Stephen Lenton to take on the Icy Rebels, Danielle and Tiami Tyler. That's right, I got partnered up with a giant of a man. The Big L seems determined to pick up the win and that is something I can appreciate. See, I didn't come to EXODUS just to get a good start on my wrestling career. I wanted to come to a new promotion and make the biggest impact possible. This tag team match is a test for the brass to see what I'm capable of and I plan on giving them more than they bargained for. Of course, in their words, "He's the younger brother of Jakob Alexander so we expect big things from him" means they have high expectations of me but there is one thing I excel at. I ALWAYS meet or exceed expectations. There is no undermining things in my world. If you don't plan on being the best, there isn't any point in trying. I came to EXODUS to be the best and that is exactly what I will do.
.:Michael Alexander:.
Now, Danielle and Tiami Tyler? They've managed to create a bit of buzz for themselves, I'll acknowledge that. They went out and made a name for themselves. Thing is, popularity and name value aren't important. You have to have the ability to create fear in your opponents and give them something to think about. After the match, you leave them something to think about. Give them a reason to remember your name. You two? You've had a few matches but you haven't made anybody tremble in their boots. That arena is going to be so loud, you won't be able to hear yourself think but I guarantee that after the referee hits the mat three times, the only thing that will be ringing in your head will be my name. It will continue to bounce around in your noggin so that the next time you face off with me, you'll remember what happened to you. I don't just compete in matches, ladies. I instill fear in my opponents, a certain kind of fear that makes them want to avoid me at all costs afterwards.
See, I reserve my right to remain violent and remain violent is what I'll do. During the match, you're going to think that my only goal is to hurt you. Hurting your opponent is only half the battle but it's the most important part. See, inflicting pain is what makes people remember. Pain etches an everlasting mark in your brain and every time you look at me, you will feel it.
Just so you don't forget between now and Sunday, I don't play games in that squared circle. My version of violence is much different from the average joe's. I aim to hurt you, torture you, inflict agonizing pain upon you and when it's all said and done, I'll shake your hand and thank you for the match. Am I crazy? Possibly. I am to be the best at what I do.....and what I do isn't very nice.
Thing is, my sanity came into question years ago. So, Icy Rebels, do you think you can hang? The Big L has a big presence in that ring but the one you really need to worry about is Kuakuwatzo.
The Wolverine.
END