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Post by Wade Mason on Jan 19, 2010 15:49:32 GMT -5
[Single Match] Aquilla Vs. Kadence Ayres
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Saturday January 23rd at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Sunday January 24th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by aquilla on Jan 20, 2010 22:32:24 GMT -5
The water felt like needles against my rough skin. I groaned at the pain of the cold needles stabbing into my back and chest but I endured. This was much better than the alternative. My muscles were aching a bit more than I remembered that they usually would after a good match like that. It has been six months, I suppose.
I guess there’s a difference from me now and me back then. Not just one different but a lot of differences. The old me would have thrown a tantrum after losing such a close match or would have cheated to win. Those thoughts did enter my head during the match at several points. All it would have taken was a foot on the ropes, a shot below the belt or a tight pull. If I did that I could have won.
That wouldn’t have helped anyone, though. I’ve learned better. There are no benefits from cheating to win. It may be easy to hide it from the referee but there will be at least a hundred people in the arena that will see it. You can’t hide it. Even if no one watching could see what you’ve done there will be one person who will know and that person will make you suffer more than anything.
Some people may be void of a conscience but I can guarantee that most aren’t. They feel regret after they cheat but for some reason they will justify it. That the world is against them or that they need to prove themselves by any means necessary. It’s all false. There is no mystical force against you. If you want to prove yourself, cheating won’t help your cause.
How would I know?
I used to be in that position.
I felt the pain. I felt the loneliness. I felt the anger.
The world was against me, I’d made my mind up on that. My family had abandoned me and I had to be adopted. In that foster family I never fit in, I was always the odd one out. After my initial run in Japan I returned to my family’s home to see that they had moved and removed all contact with me. I was alone in the world, no one to guide me or to comfort me.
Thanks to this hatred that I directed at the world, I abandoned my only two friends for my dream; to become a success. What happened when I abandoned those friends? I was alone. I was bitter. I was angry. I was egotistical. I was hurting. So I took that hate out on everyone I got in the ring with. You can only run on hatred for so long before it starts to eat away at you.
It’s like cancer, slowly develops and grows in your system before it starts to eat away at your body’s cells. Hatred works like that, except it eats away at your soul and your conscience, to the point where you don’t even care what’s wrong or right anymore. You just do things because you want to.
Luckily I never fell that far. Someone saved me from life in the darkness and despair of loneliness and hatred. I will forever be in his debt for that. That’s why I can’t cheat. I can’t risk falling down that path; I can’t ruin what James did to save me. I’m here to prove myself but for different reasons than most.
Dreams can come true through honesty, honour and respect, you just need the drive, the dedication and the never say die attitude. You need the heart to never give up until you’re fully spent. You need reserves that normal people don’t have. You need the drive and heart to do the best your body will allow you to do.
That’s what I did tonight. I went all out with Natasha Molotov. It was my first night with the company as well as hers. We put on one hell of a show. The best thing about it was that there was no Dusty Finish. She beat me clean and we shook hands after the match was done. That is how I want all my matches to end.
In an ideal world that would indeed be the case but obviously not everyone understands the cancerous attributes hate has on your mind, body and soul. I’m not going to forcefully change anyone. It doesn’t work like that. I’m here to prove to myself that I can do things the right way and make up for the things I’ve done. It won’t happen overnight but it will happen. I’ve promised myself that.
The cold shower definitely helped as my body feels a lot better at this point after the match. Animosity was over and we were now going through the slow move out. I had to check the line-up for next week’s card before I left for the apartment anyway. With so many different people on my mind I figured I should distract myself with an opponent.
Natasha was in what seemed to be booked as the main event, in a triple threat with French Montana and Jack Goddard. I do wish I was in that spot but she does deserve it. My eyes scroll does the page and I see my name. Aquilla VS Kaydence Ayres. Doubt it was going to be an easy match, just how I like it.
With the information I needed acquired I could head home, fall on the bed into unconsciousness and wake up at around two pm the next afternoon. Such is the life of the professional wrestling. As I left the arena I casually waved to the crew and agent people who were still around fixing things and looking after business.
Those guys are worked so hard. Anything for the dream.
Kaydence...I think I’ve seen her name somewhere, I was looking around on the database the other day. Must have been on there, either that or we’ve met elsewhere. All I really know is that she’s eighteen, female and isn’t going to be using power moves on me. Garth, your insight is amazing.
Well, no matter who she is or what she’s like in the ring I’m going in there prepared to shake her hand and have one kickass match. That’s how I go into every match and this one will be no different. The Eagle has already taken flight and even though I took a loss tonight I will take it on as a learning curve. I learn from my mistakes and come back better than ever. I hope Kaydence is prepared for The Eagle.
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Post by aquilla on Jan 25, 2010 7:44:27 GMT -5
Today was the day, Monday had come around the bend again and I had finished a short session at the gym. I didn’t do anything to heavy, with the match tonight there was no need for me to be worn out to the point where I couldn’t pull off an arm drag properly. No mistakes this week. This week I had to bounce back, bottom-line.
After losing to Natasha last week but still feeling that little sense of having accomplished something, that even though I wasn’t triumphant I still proved that I can make it in this promotion. This week is the point where I have to make sure that I finish my match with my arm raised. Last week was different; it was two debuting wrestlers showcasing their talents in a great match. Now is the time to prove that I can win as well. I may not get a third chance so this week is where it counts.
Butterflies were already flying around inside my stomach. They didn’t feel like butterflies though, more like eagles. Aquilla actually means Eagle in Italian, although probably not in the language as apart of a direct translation. Getting the name Aquilla was tough for me but it something that I feel really proud of and after reconciling with myself and looking back at my past, it was the right move to make.
Aquilla was the last name of the head trainer in my home town of Minto, Australia. He was an Italian guy, came over to do some wrestling things and ended up really liking the country. Found a lady, got his citizenship and ended up joining the staff at the school. Aquilla really showed me and taught me a lot of what I knew about professional wrestling. The reason I had a home while I was training was because of this guy. When I was abandoned I knew Aquilla was the guy to call and the guy I could trust.
It wasn’t easy knowing that he was gone though. After arriving back from Japan to find that my old house, where I thought my family was, had new people living there I instantly thought of Aquilla to help me out, at least for a little while. I called his mobile and didn’t get an answer so I figured he was busy. Nadine, his wife, I knew a little bit and figured she wouldn’t mind if I went to their place instead of going to the wrestling school.
My first little while at the Aquilla household wasn’t exactly easy. I had no idea he’d passed away. He hadn’t even passed his forties, when I’d promised to call him old man. Nadine ended up crying, I provided a shoulder to cry on. Didn’t exactly help that I was crying as well, though. Leonardo Aquilla ended up being the male role model in my life, more than my foster father ever was. I wanted to make him proud and even though he was no longer in this world, I still planned on doing that.
I still spent my holiday with Nadine, I didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go and she was as lonely as I had ended up. She explained the meaning and history of the last name Aquilla, which I had always liked mainly because it sounded cool. She said his family had a history of warriors or fighters or something and they got their fighting spirit from the eagle, which in essence is what the name means.
During my jackass phase, because that’s the easiest way to describe that, I had seemingly forgotten all of that. I forgot all the things that Aquilla did for me. I forgot about anything anyone had done for me. The reconciliation brought back a lot of memories, not all good, not all bad but they were all very important to have a rethink about. Nadine said that you had to earn the respect of the eagle before you could officially be an Aquilla. Something about becoming a man but that was ages back in history.
I don’t know if I’ve earned the respect of the eagle or not but that’s just another thing to add to the list. Another thing I need to do in order to prove that people can change. That I can change. That I have changed. Outside of the ring I’m simply Garth Gaffney but once I step inside that squared circle, I become the lord of the skies, The Eagle, Aquilla.
Recalling my old mentor had gotten me fired up, for sure. There wasn’t exactly much tape for me to study as I had not much idea about Kaydence Ayres, I hadn’t seen her around the locker room area last week or anything but I still planned on being prepared. Physically I was good, I was ready, I was tough. Mentality was what my major focus had turned to. Keeping my cool, knowing what to do in situations and running through possibilities in my head.
Some may find it weird but I figure that if my head is messed than I’m not going to perform as well. That’s what happened last week. The dreams were messing with me and I couldn’t compete to the level that I should have. Since Monday Night I haven’t had a single nightmare. I don’t know what I did but hopefully they don’t come back.
The classical music was pleasing to my ears. It’s what stopped me from failing high school, helps me concentrate. As far as I was concerned this match was going to determine whether I made it in True Glory Wrestling or I became a curtain jerker, opening matches while guys still get their beer and popcorn. I needed to make sure that everyone knew that I was worth supporting, that I was worth the air that they would use to cheer for me, that I was worth watching every week.
So many situations were running through my mind as I sat crossed-legged on the matress with the Beethoven playing in the background. No rash decisions. No stupid mistakes. No losing the plot. Just intelligent, athletic wrestling. I had a point to prove. There was nothing that was going to stop me from doing exactly that.
Kaydence was still a mystery to me. She’s eighteen so must have some talent; I was still learning how to wrestle properly at eighteen. Gotta admit she was pretty cute but a little young for me, focus Gaffney, leave the women alone. WRESTLING. Yes of course. Wrestling. Whoever is booking these matches has something against me. Why do I have to wrestle the attractive women? Losing focus here, Gaffney.
With the thoughts of Natasha and Kaydence in my head I figured I needed to at least step outside for some fresh air before going down to the arena. It didn’t matter what sex, race or flavour my opponent ended up being, I will always give my all. I don’t do things half-assed. No matter how much talent Kaydence or anyone else as it won’t have anything against my heart. Talent has limits, with heart and determination there is no limits to how much you can leave in that ring.
Tonight is the night. Tonight Aquilla gets his first victory. Tonight Aquilla proves himself in the eyes of the fans. Tonight Aquilla soars above all of TGW and will pin Kaydence to the mat one-two-three or if I’m feeling different, she’ll tap out.
So I’m pinning Kaydence to the mat...FOCUS GAFFNEY!
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Post by magnum on Jan 25, 2010 12:59:16 GMT -5
Hey bro, you can't post another rp until your opponent does. Sorry for invading this thread, but just wanted to stress that rule.
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Post by Wade Mason on Jan 25, 2010 14:40:43 GMT -5
And it was almost 8 hours past deadline.
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Post by aquilla on Jan 25, 2010 22:05:17 GMT -5
It's a rule? So my opponent can post some awesome piece right on deadline and I can't even put up two that could possibly match it? I find that kinda stupid. As far as it being past deadline, I got confused my timezones and whatnot but either way I don't think it makes too much difference.
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Post by magnum on Jan 26, 2010 3:08:43 GMT -5
there are two deadlines, your opponent missed the first deadline.. so you already won. Calm down junior.
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Post by essence on Jan 26, 2010 3:27:06 GMT -5
Hence why I didn't RP at all. I missed trhe first deadline due to being called in at work. So I thought I wasn't allowed to post one. Sorry for the no show, everyone.
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Post by Wade Mason on Jan 26, 2010 3:38:50 GMT -5
I missed the first deadline due to being called in at work. Oh, I know how that goes. It happens so don't worry. I'm not going to get up in arms =) I'm very forgiving.
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Post by essence on Jan 26, 2010 3:51:50 GMT -5
. Just get Aquilla to beat Kay-Dee to the ground. You'll see why when I RP for my next match. lol.
And thank-you, Wade. *Feeds cookie*
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