Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2013 18:28:06 GMT -6
How does one simply come back from a soul crushing lose like I suffered two weeks ago? Is there a way to get over the loss to the embarrassment know as Roger Wright? Most people would say just shake it off, take a good nights’ rest and then move on to the next week. Sadly those people that say that are Hall of Famers, they had made their mark, won their titles…. That hasn’t happen for me yet.
I busted my ass for four years now, and what do I have to show for it? Three wins? THREE FUCKING WINS!!!! Out of twenty matches, I have won three of those, and this isn’t sour grapes, this isn’t me saying I am being held back, but that is un-fucking-believable.
On top of all that bullshit, I have yet to win a pay per view, not one. And people say, “But you were so close Jake.” Yea, well this isn’t archery, this isn’t a race…. This is pro wrestling, and close doesn’t get you shit.
The people in the back all bitch and moan at Jesse Styles, they whine that Styles was using his power to guide all the titles into the Mafia, and that they were being held back….. FUCKING WAKE UP! That is what has been happening since the late 90’s. Owners will choose their favorites and will help them exceed above everybody in the company, minus themselves of course. In the end it comes down to what the boss wants, what he wants is the mafia to rule over NEW with a golden fist, the gold, being represented by three things, Ownership. Titles. Politics
What you have to do, in this business is impress the owner, even if he doesn’t care, look at his group, it is star-studded. Become a big enough star, and he will take notice. So that is what I am going to do, this week I am going to walk into the arena this Sunday, I’m gonna beat the American Icon, and I am going to start to impress the world….. I’m going to start impressing Jesse Styles……
With NEW returning from Japan, I had not been booked on the second pay per view of his return, which was kinda distasteful. A lot had changed since I had last seen the band of NEW warriors, Al turned heel…. Called it, Inkt won the world title, while the Mafia holds almost all the other titles, oh well what ever gets the job done I guess.
“So Jake what is your plan for Ignite, you have been slated in with American Icon. What do you know about him? Do you have a plan for his strengths and weaknesses?”
When Ariel asked this question it was something that I hadn’t thought of, mainly because of my opponent not appearing, much less not saying a word about out upcoming encounter, but I knew this guy’s style….
“I got a plan dear, see Icon is an old fashion wrestler, who believes that the ways of the Superplex and a camel’s clutch, are still top finishing moves of today in the modern world of post 1800’s wrestling. I truly think that Icon doesn’t take in how dangerous his current situation really is, because in his mind I am nothing more than some worthless hack getting paid to job to almost everyone in NEW. What he doesn’t understand that I came into Ignite a few weeks ago, not a soul thinking I had a shot against Al Envy, and what did I do, I came within a length of being called Jake Youngblood : TA Champion.”
Looking back, I threw so much into the match, that the following week, I couldn’t be up to par with Roger Wright. But I have trained harder, became better then where I was two weeks ago, and the ignorant bastered named “American Icon” is going to be the first man to feel the wrath of the newly improved Jake Youngblood.
Ariel and Jake sat at the kitchen table, looking at each other, Jake needed to win this match. He knew it, she knew it, and most likely Icon knew it. Jake had never seen Icon wrestle, so it was hard to picture just how “1980’s” his wrestling really was.
“So I was thinking about how I have been here for around 4 years, and haven’t done anything with my career here in NEW. It is all that I can think about, how I have seen some of the best come and go, and am currently seeing talent come in and shoot past me like I’m nothing. Four years Ariel, Four, and what do I have to show for the four years that I have busted my ass? Nothing, everything that I have tried to attain has simply not panned out.”
It was all I could do… let it out; this match with Icon wasn’t even about a match… It wasn’t about seeing if I could even wrestle, because at the end of the day you can have the ability to have a sixty minute Ironman match, but unless you win enough to get that opportunity, shit just won’t pan out for you.
“Well Jake… What are you gonna do? You need to set a goal, You set a goal to beat Envy, and you almost did. The best thing that you could do is set a goal for yourself and then just go for it. Nothing is just going to fall into your lap.”
She was right, goals… I had set a goal, way back in February that I hadn’t made the attempt to follow through on….. The NEW Youngblood Championship.
“You’re right, but if I am going to go forward with the goal I have in mind, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, then I need a deadline… and a consequence should I not meet it.”
“Consequence? What do you have to lose?”
"My Career.”
She didn’t say a word after that; she just looked at me with her mouth wide open, looking as if I said something that was incompatible, like she couldn’t handle it. I think she didn’t want to believe it… Deep inside I didn’t either, but it was something that needed to be said. I have gone as far as I can go without winning anything. It wasn’t till she finally said something that I was able to come up with a reason why.
“Jake… No that is stupid why would even think of saying something like that?”
"Because what is the use if I just keep losing, I could be the greatest of all time, but if I don’t win Ariel what the hell is the point. If I wanted to just get my ass kicked for a paycheck then I would be fine with where I am at in my career, but I’m not happy with it, I’m sick of losing every match Ariel. 3 Wins 17 Losses, seven-fucking-teen…. No titles, not one major accomplishment. I have made up my mind. If I do not attain the Youngblood Championship by September, then I am going to quit New Edge Wrestling.
“Jake, what the fuck are you talking about?”
"It is something that I have thought about for awhile now Ariel, I will NOT be the guy who gets his ass kicked for a paycheck. That is something that I promise you. I will either win and be a champion, or fail and quit… it is that simple. There is nothing that you can say that is going to change that Ariel, but I promise.... Win or lose, I'm going to give it my all.
I couldn’t take her stare anymore, it was a sign of disappointment, and that was something I couldn’t take. Icon wants to run right past me and head to bigger things, every goal has a starting point and I guess that Icon was going to be my starting point.
I still couldn’t take her disappointment with a straight face; it was something that I couldn’t take at all, so I got up and went upstairs, into the bathroom and turned the hot water on letting the steam take all of his troubles away. He was now able to concentrate on Icon, how he was going to beat him… His finisher is a superplex, so I wasn’t going to the top rope AT ALL. I would work his body down with my kicks and strikes, before setting up the blood-driver.
If that failed, and I ended up on the top rope, I would pull a NEW moment out of my ass and deliver The Finale off the top. That would surely do it, and I would be able to start the road to retirement, or even better the road to the Youngblood title.
It all seems to come as a blur, a memory of hope when I entered this company and was instantly jobified… Hell I was a member of the Jobberthon that Triple X threw out of nowhere, It stung to be looked at like that, but this is pro wrestling, if you don’t like something you have to change it.
It seemed like I was in the shower forever, letting the hot water drench my hair, slide down my chest and hit the bathtub, I open my eyes and shut off the water, flinching as the sudden lack of heat was replaced by a smooth cold breeze.
As I step out and dry myself off, I gingerly slide my hand across the mirror, revealing my face surrounded by a steam covered window. Mentally I prepare myself…. Not just for this Sunday, but for the next three months in general.
“This is it, my final push I guess… All or nothing. I have said what was going happen a hundred times in my mind. But here was the final reason… That title…. The Youngblood Title was mine… It was mine before I was born and it will be mine after I am dead. The title itself will be cremated and will contain my ashes as I fade from the memory of everyone here. This is it…. My final push, all or nothing…
And it will all start with the defeat of an American Icon.
I busted my ass for four years now, and what do I have to show for it? Three wins? THREE FUCKING WINS!!!! Out of twenty matches, I have won three of those, and this isn’t sour grapes, this isn’t me saying I am being held back, but that is un-fucking-believable.
On top of all that bullshit, I have yet to win a pay per view, not one. And people say, “But you were so close Jake.” Yea, well this isn’t archery, this isn’t a race…. This is pro wrestling, and close doesn’t get you shit.
The people in the back all bitch and moan at Jesse Styles, they whine that Styles was using his power to guide all the titles into the Mafia, and that they were being held back….. FUCKING WAKE UP! That is what has been happening since the late 90’s. Owners will choose their favorites and will help them exceed above everybody in the company, minus themselves of course. In the end it comes down to what the boss wants, what he wants is the mafia to rule over NEW with a golden fist, the gold, being represented by three things, Ownership. Titles. Politics
What you have to do, in this business is impress the owner, even if he doesn’t care, look at his group, it is star-studded. Become a big enough star, and he will take notice. So that is what I am going to do, this week I am going to walk into the arena this Sunday, I’m gonna beat the American Icon, and I am going to start to impress the world….. I’m going to start impressing Jesse Styles……
With NEW returning from Japan, I had not been booked on the second pay per view of his return, which was kinda distasteful. A lot had changed since I had last seen the band of NEW warriors, Al turned heel…. Called it, Inkt won the world title, while the Mafia holds almost all the other titles, oh well what ever gets the job done I guess.
“So Jake what is your plan for Ignite, you have been slated in with American Icon. What do you know about him? Do you have a plan for his strengths and weaknesses?”
When Ariel asked this question it was something that I hadn’t thought of, mainly because of my opponent not appearing, much less not saying a word about out upcoming encounter, but I knew this guy’s style….
“I got a plan dear, see Icon is an old fashion wrestler, who believes that the ways of the Superplex and a camel’s clutch, are still top finishing moves of today in the modern world of post 1800’s wrestling. I truly think that Icon doesn’t take in how dangerous his current situation really is, because in his mind I am nothing more than some worthless hack getting paid to job to almost everyone in NEW. What he doesn’t understand that I came into Ignite a few weeks ago, not a soul thinking I had a shot against Al Envy, and what did I do, I came within a length of being called Jake Youngblood : TA Champion.”
Looking back, I threw so much into the match, that the following week, I couldn’t be up to par with Roger Wright. But I have trained harder, became better then where I was two weeks ago, and the ignorant bastered named “American Icon” is going to be the first man to feel the wrath of the newly improved Jake Youngblood.
Ariel and Jake sat at the kitchen table, looking at each other, Jake needed to win this match. He knew it, she knew it, and most likely Icon knew it. Jake had never seen Icon wrestle, so it was hard to picture just how “1980’s” his wrestling really was.
“So I was thinking about how I have been here for around 4 years, and haven’t done anything with my career here in NEW. It is all that I can think about, how I have seen some of the best come and go, and am currently seeing talent come in and shoot past me like I’m nothing. Four years Ariel, Four, and what do I have to show for the four years that I have busted my ass? Nothing, everything that I have tried to attain has simply not panned out.”
It was all I could do… let it out; this match with Icon wasn’t even about a match… It wasn’t about seeing if I could even wrestle, because at the end of the day you can have the ability to have a sixty minute Ironman match, but unless you win enough to get that opportunity, shit just won’t pan out for you.
“Well Jake… What are you gonna do? You need to set a goal, You set a goal to beat Envy, and you almost did. The best thing that you could do is set a goal for yourself and then just go for it. Nothing is just going to fall into your lap.”
She was right, goals… I had set a goal, way back in February that I hadn’t made the attempt to follow through on….. The NEW Youngblood Championship.
“You’re right, but if I am going to go forward with the goal I have in mind, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, then I need a deadline… and a consequence should I not meet it.”
“Consequence? What do you have to lose?”
"My Career.”
She didn’t say a word after that; she just looked at me with her mouth wide open, looking as if I said something that was incompatible, like she couldn’t handle it. I think she didn’t want to believe it… Deep inside I didn’t either, but it was something that needed to be said. I have gone as far as I can go without winning anything. It wasn’t till she finally said something that I was able to come up with a reason why.
“Jake… No that is stupid why would even think of saying something like that?”
"Because what is the use if I just keep losing, I could be the greatest of all time, but if I don’t win Ariel what the hell is the point. If I wanted to just get my ass kicked for a paycheck then I would be fine with where I am at in my career, but I’m not happy with it, I’m sick of losing every match Ariel. 3 Wins 17 Losses, seven-fucking-teen…. No titles, not one major accomplishment. I have made up my mind. If I do not attain the Youngblood Championship by September, then I am going to quit New Edge Wrestling.
“Jake, what the fuck are you talking about?”
"It is something that I have thought about for awhile now Ariel, I will NOT be the guy who gets his ass kicked for a paycheck. That is something that I promise you. I will either win and be a champion, or fail and quit… it is that simple. There is nothing that you can say that is going to change that Ariel, but I promise.... Win or lose, I'm going to give it my all.
I couldn’t take her stare anymore, it was a sign of disappointment, and that was something I couldn’t take. Icon wants to run right past me and head to bigger things, every goal has a starting point and I guess that Icon was going to be my starting point.
I still couldn’t take her disappointment with a straight face; it was something that I couldn’t take at all, so I got up and went upstairs, into the bathroom and turned the hot water on letting the steam take all of his troubles away. He was now able to concentrate on Icon, how he was going to beat him… His finisher is a superplex, so I wasn’t going to the top rope AT ALL. I would work his body down with my kicks and strikes, before setting up the blood-driver.
If that failed, and I ended up on the top rope, I would pull a NEW moment out of my ass and deliver The Finale off the top. That would surely do it, and I would be able to start the road to retirement, or even better the road to the Youngblood title.
It all seems to come as a blur, a memory of hope when I entered this company and was instantly jobified… Hell I was a member of the Jobberthon that Triple X threw out of nowhere, It stung to be looked at like that, but this is pro wrestling, if you don’t like something you have to change it.
It seemed like I was in the shower forever, letting the hot water drench my hair, slide down my chest and hit the bathtub, I open my eyes and shut off the water, flinching as the sudden lack of heat was replaced by a smooth cold breeze.
As I step out and dry myself off, I gingerly slide my hand across the mirror, revealing my face surrounded by a steam covered window. Mentally I prepare myself…. Not just for this Sunday, but for the next three months in general.
“This is it, my final push I guess… All or nothing. I have said what was going happen a hundred times in my mind. But here was the final reason… That title…. The Youngblood Title was mine… It was mine before I was born and it will be mine after I am dead. The title itself will be cremated and will contain my ashes as I fade from the memory of everyone here. This is it…. My final push, all or nothing…
And it will all start with the defeat of an American Icon.