Post by Misha LeCavalier on Nov 1, 2016 19:46:54 GMT -5
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September 28th, 2016
Poetry was one of my favorite subjects in both high school and college. I used write and write, to free my mind, to clear my head. And, although it's been quite a while since I’ve picked up a pen and pad, I still like to consider myself a poet, of some sorts.
Millions of thoughts run through a person’s head each day. The same is true for me. However, I’ve found that many time my brain thinks and function metaphorically and figuratively. For example, take one of my comments from Shooting Star Wrestling Alliance Episode Sixty-One:
“The UK Cup is not a sprint to the finish, as most people are treating it. In fact, it’s more akin to a marathon.”
What a telling smilie, right?
To the untrained ear, that comment may sound like nugget of flowery language. However, if you take the time to break down its pieces, the analogy is spot on.
Many of the people in the UK Cup seemed dead set on running through it with receiving any loses. They didn’t care who was in their way, they just wanted to win. Now, that mentally, is perfectly fine for a regular tournament; normally a loss would send you home.
Nonetheless, the UK Cup was structured differently, fundamentally speaking. The point and grouping system meant that a person could effectively take a loss and still advance. Strategy and tactical movement could have come into play. Therefore, that’s why I said that I’d be taking things match by match…
I realize that I statements likely flew over everyone’s heads. It’s fine. I’m very accustomed to that happening.
[mar-a-thon]
1. any long-distance race.
2. any contest, event, or the like, of great, or greater than normal, length or duration or requiring exceptional endurance
The final four of the UK Cup is comprised of: NoVaK, Selena King, Seren Beyer, and myself. Night One of Empire shall be the culmination of the past couple of months. We all have endured.
Now, people have been laying claims to that fateful victory, that grand throne. But me—I can’t do that. I know what it means to be disappointed with yourself. I know what it means to fail. To preemptively claim victory, and then not succeed...that would be devastating.
A little while ago, I challenged Zack Jones for the SSWA Heavyweight Championship. In my heart, in my mind, I knew I had the ability to defeat him. And so, I set out to do so. I told the world that I would defeat Mr. Jones. And while I put on a wonderful match, I didn’t get the job done…
For a day or two, I felt foolish.
When I joined SSWA, I didn’t have a lot of backing. I had a few matches in Frontier Grappling Arts. Those matches were fine, but nothing spectacular. I’m certain people speculated over just how mediocre I’d be.
However, I was not mediocre.
I was hungry, I was focused—and I was hell-bent to show that to everyone in SSWA. People didn’t like me, member of my own family turned on my because of my prowess. And all the while, I keep pushing. I worked; I worked hard. I earned that world title shot…
And I didn’t get it done.
I don’t want those same feelings of disappoint to accompany this UK Cup. Therefore, I’m not going to promise the world some grand victory. The only thing that I can assure anyone is that Misha LeCavalier will everything into each match, just as I always have done.
I cannot say that victory for me is certain, but I will fight like hell.
September 28th, 2016
Poetry was one of my favorite subjects in both high school and college. I used write and write, to free my mind, to clear my head. And, although it's been quite a while since I’ve picked up a pen and pad, I still like to consider myself a poet, of some sorts.
Millions of thoughts run through a person’s head each day. The same is true for me. However, I’ve found that many time my brain thinks and function metaphorically and figuratively. For example, take one of my comments from Shooting Star Wrestling Alliance Episode Sixty-One:
“The UK Cup is not a sprint to the finish, as most people are treating it. In fact, it’s more akin to a marathon.”
What a telling smilie, right?
To the untrained ear, that comment may sound like nugget of flowery language. However, if you take the time to break down its pieces, the analogy is spot on.
Many of the people in the UK Cup seemed dead set on running through it with receiving any loses. They didn’t care who was in their way, they just wanted to win. Now, that mentally, is perfectly fine for a regular tournament; normally a loss would send you home.
Nonetheless, the UK Cup was structured differently, fundamentally speaking. The point and grouping system meant that a person could effectively take a loss and still advance. Strategy and tactical movement could have come into play. Therefore, that’s why I said that I’d be taking things match by match…
I realize that I statements likely flew over everyone’s heads. It’s fine. I’m very accustomed to that happening.
[mar-a-thon]
1. any long-distance race.
2. any contest, event, or the like, of great, or greater than normal, length or duration or requiring exceptional endurance
The final four of the UK Cup is comprised of: NoVaK, Selena King, Seren Beyer, and myself. Night One of Empire shall be the culmination of the past couple of months. We all have endured.
Now, people have been laying claims to that fateful victory, that grand throne. But me—I can’t do that. I know what it means to be disappointed with yourself. I know what it means to fail. To preemptively claim victory, and then not succeed...that would be devastating.
A little while ago, I challenged Zack Jones for the SSWA Heavyweight Championship. In my heart, in my mind, I knew I had the ability to defeat him. And so, I set out to do so. I told the world that I would defeat Mr. Jones. And while I put on a wonderful match, I didn’t get the job done…
For a day or two, I felt foolish.
When I joined SSWA, I didn’t have a lot of backing. I had a few matches in Frontier Grappling Arts. Those matches were fine, but nothing spectacular. I’m certain people speculated over just how mediocre I’d be.
However, I was not mediocre.
I was hungry, I was focused—and I was hell-bent to show that to everyone in SSWA. People didn’t like me, member of my own family turned on my because of my prowess. And all the while, I keep pushing. I worked; I worked hard. I earned that world title shot…
And I didn’t get it done.
I don’t want those same feelings of disappoint to accompany this UK Cup. Therefore, I’m not going to promise the world some grand victory. The only thing that I can assure anyone is that Misha LeCavalier will everything into each match, just as I always have done.
I cannot say that victory for me is certain, but I will fight like hell.
Fin.