Post by Misha LeCavalier on Nov 3, 2016 22:14:18 GMT -5
IYHWF: Ruckus 15
October 2nd, 2016
"Nessa backs off to the outside corner just as Vivian sweeps up Max in a schoolgirl pin. Misha slides into the ring in time to break up the pin. As Vivian pulls herself up, Misha starts attacking Vivian with forearm shots. Nessa appears from under the ropes nearest to Misha and grabs one of her foot to trap her. Unable to move, Misha makes for easy prey as Vivian goes for a handstand and connects with a headscissors takedown. As Misha slowly rises to her feet, Nessa slides into the ring and blows her a kiss before charging at her for her shining wizard finisher, Kissy Kissy. At the same time, Max has gotten up and Vivian takes him down again with her bridging straight jacket electric drop finisher, Bad Medicine. Both Nessa and Vivian go for the covers on Misha and Max respectively while the crowd voices their displeasure."
IYHWF: Rise to the Throne
October 16th, 2016
"Nessa rolls out of the ring and returns with a roll of tape, raising it up to the crowd with a gleeful smile. She then tapes up Misha’s feet good to trap her in the vulnerable position. Misha struggles but is unable to break free. Meanwhile, Shawn sets aside the ladder that's been holding up .PAAK in her corner. Then sets her up on top of the turnbuckle. Without wasting any time, he goes for his Pele kick signature, Fox Me, Fox You. As .PAAK sways unsteadily, Shawn rolls away for Nessa to climb up the turnbuckle. Nessa then flips over backwards, taking .PAAK along with her, for her cyclorama finisher, Snarktopus. Misha cries out in frustration as she looks on helplessly, still trapped.Some of the fans can't help but be amused by her situation.
“Pain and disappointment are temporary—I'll live.”
I spoke those very words to Suzanne Carlisle shortly after Rise to The Throne. I chose to because they sounded insightful, and because they were my exact thoughts at the time.
My wrestling career has spanned nearly eight years. While career has not been perfect, I’ve tried to extract the most out of the eight years. I’ve wrestled all over Europe, I’ve wrestled all over Canada, and over the past couple of years, I’v begun to leave my mark on America. Therefore, I can say that I’ve absorbed and learned a great deal about this industry…
I’ve endured a great deal as well.
Wrestling as sport was different back when I first began, at least where I was located. I got my first big break at a company called Aidca PRO. The promoter loved the sport, and so he did his best to honor its traditions. When I was over there, I wrestled at least four days a week; however, most weeks I was having six matches.
...That’s excluding the manual labor that entails tearing down the ring, and training.
I wasn’t a person playing a game, or living in fantasy. I ate, breathed, and slept professional wrestling—I WAS professional wrestling.
Hmm, I suppose what people don’t realize is that wrestling over in Europe isn’t just a sport; it’s more so a way of life. And, that way of life is filled to the brim with violence. Back in the day, when you were over there, you weren’t just having a “friendly competition.”
No—each time I stepped into the ring, I was fighting for my life.
The veterans that I was in the ring with every night, they did their best to hurt. They didn’t want to see me thrive; they rarely ever want to see a new comer thrive. Therefore, each match was a scrap—each match was a “war,” for lack of a better term.
Night after night, I’d kick my ass kicked. I was even intentionally injured once. I should have taken time off; I should have gone and recovered. However, I prided myself in being a wrestler. And so, I sucked it up and fought through the pain…
That train of thought was idiotic, now that I think about it. It nearly cost me my career, and life. However, that’s another story for another day.
I said of all that to say that I know pain. And while it sidelined me for a while, I came back—withstood.
“Pain and disappointment are temporary—I'll live.”
I suppose with the exception of Myung, no one inside of In Your House Wrestling Federation truly knows or understands how important our ladder match at Rise to the Throne was…
Hmm…
When I first began wrestling, I was labeled as a prodigy. That was everyone else’s term, not mine. They told me that i picked up to advanced nuances swiftly, more swiftly than most. This garnered me a lot of attention (and a lot of hate).
I’ve had successful career, at least in most people’s eyes. I’m exceptional in the ring. I’ve won awards. I’ve won championships…
In the end though, how much has all that really amounted to? How much have I really done?
You know, despite all the grand matches I’ve had, despite all the awards, despite all the championship belts that I’ve held—I still don’t have a career defining match. I’ve never had a career defining moment…
The closest I’ve come must have been at Inferno’s final show. However, I’m not convinced I can’t truly consider that a career defining moment either. It was an awesome night, and I had a spectacular performance. And, while I wasn’t fond of my opponents back then, they actually fought valiantly...
Nonetheless, the next day, everything faded into nothingness. The company shut down production, the fans went home to prepare for work and move on with the rest of their lives. And me? Well, I had to move forward and train for my next match.
No reveling, no celebration—just on to the next one, as Jay Z would say.
Nevertheless, I suppose that’s the underlying subplot of my career. In spite of people’s opinions about me, I wrestle each match like it’s my last. I wrestle my heart at. And, every time that I’m just about to make it to the pinnacle, every time that I’m inches away from my moment—it’s emphatically snatched away from me.
I...Rise to the Throne wasn’t just about the tag team titles. Sure, that’s what everyone latched onto. However, the match was so much larger than that. It was about finally having a match that would be ingrained in people’s minds—I wanted to prove to myself that the eight years I’ve spent in this business weren’t a fucking waste of time.
For that to happen, Myung and I had to win.
Some will say that it was an awesome match; that may be true, in some regards. However, this professional wrestling. Legacy and History are sculpted and molded by the victors—the losers are vilified and tossed to the wayside.
Nessa and Shawn, they will brag; they will gloat. They will tell tales of how they “decimated” Murphy's Law, conveniently omitting the fact that they were in constant danger of losing. Me and Myung’s efforts will be passed over.
And yet, no matter what they may say, the fact remains—no one in the world wanted that match more than I did. Nessa has had her moments, Shawn has had his moments...even Myung has had some…
I haven’t! That’s why I fought the way that I did.
“Pain and disappointment are temporary—I'll live.”
My beloved friend, Kara Ayers, was dead set on watching Rise to the Throne. Not only is she one of my closest confidants, she is one of the few that is close to my heart. She is like another younger sister.
I’ve always done my best to be open and honest with her. I’ve told her about my past, I’ve shown her examples of my aggression and violence. And, for whatever reason, she still accepts and loves me.
She and I had a conversation a few days before the match. Despite what I’ve done in IYHWF, despite my personality, she told me that she was certain that the fans respected me (for my skill at the least).
Kara is one of the most optimistic people that I’ve ever encountered. I’d go as far to say that she’s nearly pure of heart. That is one of the reasons that I adore her—she balances me out.
However, professional wrestling, even in its finest form, is not a pure sport. It is deceitful, it is grimy, and it is gritty. That goes for its promoters, its wrestlers, and the people who watch it as well.
During the match, when I was tapped up and unable to help Myung, unable to protect our goals from slipping away...I heard the people in the audience.
They giggled…
They grinned…
They snickered…
It’s humbling to know that my pain, that my agony was amusing to people. And, it’s lovely to know that the punishment that Myung and I put our bodies through meant absolutely nothing to them.
I realize that this audio log will never reach the masses. It will be heard by my therapist, and her alone. However, those who chuckled at my misfortune, and Myung’s misfortune...
FUCK all of you.
“Pain and disappointment are temporary—I'll live.”
Losing is an essential part of wrestling. No matter how talented an individual is, that will lose. It is something my father and uncle taught me; it is something that my cousins have taught me.
Proceeding a crucial lose comes a few different stages: disappointment, despair, rage, calming, recovering, and rebuilding.
At the time of this recording, I’d say that I’m in the recovery stage. My body has nearly healed, and my mind is less clouded.
However, I must say this. I have gone through the rebuilding stage many times in my career. Each time that I experience it, each time that I live it, I get a step closer to destruction.
And, I don’t mean self-destruction, nor implosion—
It’s a feeling that constantly have to fight. It’s a feeling that I constantly have to suppress. But, perhaps I should.
Perhaps I should…
If that happens, I can guarantee one thing—there will be nothing humorous to laugh about.
October 2nd, 2016
"Nessa backs off to the outside corner just as Vivian sweeps up Max in a schoolgirl pin. Misha slides into the ring in time to break up the pin. As Vivian pulls herself up, Misha starts attacking Vivian with forearm shots. Nessa appears from under the ropes nearest to Misha and grabs one of her foot to trap her. Unable to move, Misha makes for easy prey as Vivian goes for a handstand and connects with a headscissors takedown. As Misha slowly rises to her feet, Nessa slides into the ring and blows her a kiss before charging at her for her shining wizard finisher, Kissy Kissy. At the same time, Max has gotten up and Vivian takes him down again with her bridging straight jacket electric drop finisher, Bad Medicine. Both Nessa and Vivian go for the covers on Misha and Max respectively while the crowd voices their displeasure."
IYHWF: Rise to the Throne
October 16th, 2016
"Nessa rolls out of the ring and returns with a roll of tape, raising it up to the crowd with a gleeful smile. She then tapes up Misha’s feet good to trap her in the vulnerable position. Misha struggles but is unable to break free. Meanwhile, Shawn sets aside the ladder that's been holding up .PAAK in her corner. Then sets her up on top of the turnbuckle. Without wasting any time, he goes for his Pele kick signature, Fox Me, Fox You. As .PAAK sways unsteadily, Shawn rolls away for Nessa to climb up the turnbuckle. Nessa then flips over backwards, taking .PAAK along with her, for her cyclorama finisher, Snarktopus. Misha cries out in frustration as she looks on helplessly, still trapped.Some of the fans can't help but be amused by her situation.
“Pain and disappointment are temporary—I'll live.”
I spoke those very words to Suzanne Carlisle shortly after Rise to The Throne. I chose to because they sounded insightful, and because they were my exact thoughts at the time.
My wrestling career has spanned nearly eight years. While career has not been perfect, I’ve tried to extract the most out of the eight years. I’ve wrestled all over Europe, I’ve wrestled all over Canada, and over the past couple of years, I’v begun to leave my mark on America. Therefore, I can say that I’ve absorbed and learned a great deal about this industry…
I’ve endured a great deal as well.
Wrestling as sport was different back when I first began, at least where I was located. I got my first big break at a company called Aidca PRO. The promoter loved the sport, and so he did his best to honor its traditions. When I was over there, I wrestled at least four days a week; however, most weeks I was having six matches.
...That’s excluding the manual labor that entails tearing down the ring, and training.
I wasn’t a person playing a game, or living in fantasy. I ate, breathed, and slept professional wrestling—I WAS professional wrestling.
Hmm, I suppose what people don’t realize is that wrestling over in Europe isn’t just a sport; it’s more so a way of life. And, that way of life is filled to the brim with violence. Back in the day, when you were over there, you weren’t just having a “friendly competition.”
No—each time I stepped into the ring, I was fighting for my life.
The veterans that I was in the ring with every night, they did their best to hurt. They didn’t want to see me thrive; they rarely ever want to see a new comer thrive. Therefore, each match was a scrap—each match was a “war,” for lack of a better term.
Night after night, I’d kick my ass kicked. I was even intentionally injured once. I should have taken time off; I should have gone and recovered. However, I prided myself in being a wrestler. And so, I sucked it up and fought through the pain…
That train of thought was idiotic, now that I think about it. It nearly cost me my career, and life. However, that’s another story for another day.
I said of all that to say that I know pain. And while it sidelined me for a while, I came back—withstood.
“Pain and disappointment are temporary—I'll live.”
I suppose with the exception of Myung, no one inside of In Your House Wrestling Federation truly knows or understands how important our ladder match at Rise to the Throne was…
Hmm…
When I first began wrestling, I was labeled as a prodigy. That was everyone else’s term, not mine. They told me that i picked up to advanced nuances swiftly, more swiftly than most. This garnered me a lot of attention (and a lot of hate).
I’ve had successful career, at least in most people’s eyes. I’m exceptional in the ring. I’ve won awards. I’ve won championships…
In the end though, how much has all that really amounted to? How much have I really done?
You know, despite all the grand matches I’ve had, despite all the awards, despite all the championship belts that I’ve held—I still don’t have a career defining match. I’ve never had a career defining moment…
The closest I’ve come must have been at Inferno’s final show. However, I’m not convinced I can’t truly consider that a career defining moment either. It was an awesome night, and I had a spectacular performance. And, while I wasn’t fond of my opponents back then, they actually fought valiantly...
Nonetheless, the next day, everything faded into nothingness. The company shut down production, the fans went home to prepare for work and move on with the rest of their lives. And me? Well, I had to move forward and train for my next match.
No reveling, no celebration—just on to the next one, as Jay Z would say.
Nevertheless, I suppose that’s the underlying subplot of my career. In spite of people’s opinions about me, I wrestle each match like it’s my last. I wrestle my heart at. And, every time that I’m just about to make it to the pinnacle, every time that I’m inches away from my moment—it’s emphatically snatched away from me.
I...Rise to the Throne wasn’t just about the tag team titles. Sure, that’s what everyone latched onto. However, the match was so much larger than that. It was about finally having a match that would be ingrained in people’s minds—I wanted to prove to myself that the eight years I’ve spent in this business weren’t a fucking waste of time.
For that to happen, Myung and I had to win.
Some will say that it was an awesome match; that may be true, in some regards. However, this professional wrestling. Legacy and History are sculpted and molded by the victors—the losers are vilified and tossed to the wayside.
Nessa and Shawn, they will brag; they will gloat. They will tell tales of how they “decimated” Murphy's Law, conveniently omitting the fact that they were in constant danger of losing. Me and Myung’s efforts will be passed over.
And yet, no matter what they may say, the fact remains—no one in the world wanted that match more than I did. Nessa has had her moments, Shawn has had his moments...even Myung has had some…
I haven’t! That’s why I fought the way that I did.
“Pain and disappointment are temporary—I'll live.”
My beloved friend, Kara Ayers, was dead set on watching Rise to the Throne. Not only is she one of my closest confidants, she is one of the few that is close to my heart. She is like another younger sister.
I’ve always done my best to be open and honest with her. I’ve told her about my past, I’ve shown her examples of my aggression and violence. And, for whatever reason, she still accepts and loves me.
She and I had a conversation a few days before the match. Despite what I’ve done in IYHWF, despite my personality, she told me that she was certain that the fans respected me (for my skill at the least).
Kara is one of the most optimistic people that I’ve ever encountered. I’d go as far to say that she’s nearly pure of heart. That is one of the reasons that I adore her—she balances me out.
However, professional wrestling, even in its finest form, is not a pure sport. It is deceitful, it is grimy, and it is gritty. That goes for its promoters, its wrestlers, and the people who watch it as well.
During the match, when I was tapped up and unable to help Myung, unable to protect our goals from slipping away...I heard the people in the audience.
They giggled…
They grinned…
They snickered…
It’s humbling to know that my pain, that my agony was amusing to people. And, it’s lovely to know that the punishment that Myung and I put our bodies through meant absolutely nothing to them.
I realize that this audio log will never reach the masses. It will be heard by my therapist, and her alone. However, those who chuckled at my misfortune, and Myung’s misfortune...
FUCK all of you.
“Pain and disappointment are temporary—I'll live.”
Losing is an essential part of wrestling. No matter how talented an individual is, that will lose. It is something my father and uncle taught me; it is something that my cousins have taught me.
Proceeding a crucial lose comes a few different stages: disappointment, despair, rage, calming, recovering, and rebuilding.
At the time of this recording, I’d say that I’m in the recovery stage. My body has nearly healed, and my mind is less clouded.
However, I must say this. I have gone through the rebuilding stage many times in my career. Each time that I experience it, each time that I live it, I get a step closer to destruction.
And, I don’t mean self-destruction, nor implosion—
It’s a feeling that constantly have to fight. It’s a feeling that I constantly have to suppress. But, perhaps I should.
Perhaps I should…
If that happens, I can guarantee one thing—there will be nothing humorous to laugh about.
Fin.