Post by Jeremiah Greyson on Sept 8, 2016 14:26:01 GMT
You guys didn’t get to meet my dad the last time around. The thing you have to understand about my dad is that a little bit rough around the edges. After High School he knew he didn’t want to go to college and so he found employment in one of the factories nearby. Most people don’t think of Maine as a booming state for manufacturing, but it has been good to my dad. He’s worked there for going on twenty-seven years now and it has allowed my mother and I to live comfortably. Because of his job, however, he never really had the smoothing out of the edges that most people do in their late teens and early twenties.
See what I mean?
See, he is tough as nails. He would rather see me beaten to a bloody pulp than to have someone make me submit. That says a lot about who he is, but more importantly it says a lot about who he has raised me to be, you understand? I run as hard, and as fast, through as many walls as I can possibly manage until I’ve got nothing left to give. I know that Ash Scion believes her endurance to be a key factor in this match, and if EOW was the only company she was competing for I might believe that. The problem is that Ash finds herself competing for, what, four companies? How thin can you stretch yourself before that superhuman endurance gives out on you? I suppose we’ll find out.
His voice brought me back from my own thoughts. There was wood to be chopped and it wasn't going to get done with me just standing there. The repetitive action was soothing to my nerves in a way and my father knew it. That was part of the reason he had asked me to give him a hand.
It's strange how something can be both a strength and a weakness, isn't it? For me it has to be my focus. Both inside and outside of the ring I get so focused on whatever my goal is that I forget about everything else. I’ve been grinding for eight years to get to this point. I can’t and won’t stop now. That single mindedness, and my ability to use any and every situation to my advantage, combined with my unique skill set is exactly what makes me a prime candidate to pull off the upset of the century. I won’t get lost in the moment. The caliber of talent that I’m in the ring with won’t rattle me.
I've been at this too long for that to happen.
I don’t know if I’m good enough. What I do know is that there are a plethora of competitors in the match who bring the same thing to the table, but there’s no one like me. No one else has the combination of speed, aerial and striking ability to go along with the intangibles like I do. So I suppose we’ll find out soon enough if that skill set translates to the “big leagues” or not. Until then..
There was wood to be chopped.
“Think you’ll be able to beat any of them? Hand a few of ‘em there asses before you get yours handed to you?”
See what I mean?
“I think a lot of things about all of my opponents, Pop, and I wouldn’t take anything away from any of them. We all have our strengths and our flaws..”
“Shit, if that isn’t the truth then I don’t know what is. Never seen anyone who can float through the air like you can. But then, I’ve never seen anyone get as tied up on the mat like you do. At least they taught you how to protect yourself from having to tap out like a little girl.”
See, he is tough as nails. He would rather see me beaten to a bloody pulp than to have someone make me submit. That says a lot about who he is, but more importantly it says a lot about who he has raised me to be, you understand? I run as hard, and as fast, through as many walls as I can possibly manage until I’ve got nothing left to give. I know that Ash Scion believes her endurance to be a key factor in this match, and if EOW was the only company she was competing for I might believe that. The problem is that Ash finds herself competing for, what, four companies? How thin can you stretch yourself before that superhuman endurance gives out on you? I suppose we’ll find out.
“Are you gonna stand there staring at the birds or are you gonna chop some damn wood, son?”
His voice brought me back from my own thoughts. There was wood to be chopped and it wasn't going to get done with me just standing there. The repetitive action was soothing to my nerves in a way and my father knew it. That was part of the reason he had asked me to give him a hand.
“Sorry, pop.”
“It’s fine, son. I know how you are when you get your mind set on something. It’s not an easy chore to draw your focus away. Still, let it go for a few minutes. Your future doesn’t hang in the balance to such an extent that you can’t take your mind off of it here, at home, with us.”
I've been at this too long for that to happen.
I don’t know if I’m good enough. What I do know is that there are a plethora of competitors in the match who bring the same thing to the table, but there’s no one like me. No one else has the combination of speed, aerial and striking ability to go along with the intangibles like I do. So I suppose we’ll find out soon enough if that skill set translates to the “big leagues” or not. Until then..
“Jer, for Christ’s sake..”
“Sorry, Pop.”
There was wood to be chopped.
