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| Laura Seton | Jun 22 2016, 01:29 AM Post #1 |
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JOY Happiness and smiles reigns all over yourself. You know you're giving off a light and you feel warmth the power of 10 suns within you. Only the most overpowering of negative thoughts could possibly take you away from such an overwhelming feeling. It doesn't just pop up on the spot. It has to be earned. When it is earned? You never forget those moments. Championship... Wrestling is filled with so many unforgettable moments from a competitor's point of view. The first time entering a filled arena. The first time actually stepping into the ring. The first time hitting a signature move, or at least one that seems so awesome that you make sure it becomes a signature. The first time hearing your name as the victor. It can be rather overcoming if you don't know how to your handle yourself. But if you know how? It's flat-out awesome! Those first joys wear off quickly. They aren't meant to last. You remember them the rest of your life and recall them with laughs as you tell your children and grandchildren how awesome it all felt. In wrestling, however, there's more than that. Winning is never enough on it's own. Not when you understand that winning can/is supposed to present bigger, better opportunities. Championship... Even coming through on those opportunities isn't always enough. There's always a new stick put in front of you with a fresher, tastier carrot baited on it. There's always “more” in the world of wrestling. Higher ranked opponents to beat. Fans to win over (or stop caring about). Championships... Championship... That was it right there. Never mind wins, fans, merchandising royalties or base salary. The real, honest TRUE joy any wrestler could ever attain was one way. Winning a World Championship. That's not to say joy couldn't be attained through other Championships of a federation. Laura Seton certainly had plenty as she held the EWA TV Title, LEGACY Tao of Valor Championship and SHOOT's Sin City Championship amongst numerous others. It was far from a walk in the park to attain any of those, no matter what her experience was at the time of winning. It takes more effort than most people care to even think about to win one of those... … but getting a World Championship was such a different level. It was almost heaven on Earth for her. It was more than simply being excited. Being excited just meant she had done the necessities in order to set the table for the bigger order of business. The smile from that showed she was happy with how things were going. She had gotten a step (or more) closer to her end goal. The bigger her accomplishments, the bigger that smile became. But it wasn't one of joy. Not until Savannah. She may not have had any friends left at the arena when she reached the back in Savannah, GA, but that didn't stop Laura's joy. She hit the floor of the locker room, literally too—banging her fists from that joy, even a happy dance came from her. She cried a joyful cry that night. She gave a joyful stare to the Championship the next morning. She thought joyful thoughts and beamed a heartier than normal smile those ensuing 10 days. What could go wrong then? Everything was right! The powerful thoughts entering her mind were all positive. She could light up a room simply from the beam of her eyes. Giving a smile would exert the light the sun gave off. She was filled with joy. It was the greatest feeling she ever had in the entire world. Everything she had overheard in locker rooms over the years was true. You feel like nothing can stop you. That first time holding the World Championship? Every bit of suffering goes away. All the torment went through seems a distant memory—an entire lifetime or even two ago. You are the center of the wrestling world. She was humble about it—as much as could be anyway. Congratulations! Words couldn't sum up how you feel right now, could they? Oh... well, it's nothing really... That just doesn't make any sense, does it? It's one thing to become the best, but now I have to stay the best. That's more like it. An ego trip wasn't necessary, though it would be a lie to say she hasn't shown one over the years—even if it mostly came off unintentionally. She certainly wasn't trying to stuff in the face of everyone with malice intent of pissing everybody off and follow it up with a delightful laugh. With that said? There came a problem. … She lost it. [color]Championship...[/color] Just like that it all came to an unbearably crashing halt. There wasn't even enough time to be able to come to grips that any specific night could be the end of things. It's in the back of every wrestler's head as they step in for a defense. This could be it. That's one heck of a person standing across from me. Other wrestlers' talents are acknowledged and their being a worthy challenger is stated. Sometimes that thought of potentially losing is stated. Even if it's not, the thought exists. It's simply human nature to think a failure could occur. It's a matter of how well you block that unwanted thought out. The further out of conscious thought it can be the night of a defense, the better off the champion is. But what happens when you don't have a specific date to focus on? What if you don't even have a timeframe to get a handle on? Many times we've seen the impromptu Championship defense—later the night the challenge comes forth. She got it shoved in her face right away! No time to ever come to grips that this could be the end! It may sound stupid on the surface, but that time to consider the Championship could be lost could actually be a help. No one wants to lose. Seeing a calendar and knowing there's two weeks or one month or whatever period of time left? Even that same night challenge and being able to see a clock and know there's an hour left? You focus ridiculously long on yourself and making sure everything about you is in as perfect condition as possible. You think about how much it would stink to lose that hard-earned Championship. You let that sink in and it fires you up. You further realize how important holding the Championship has ever been. Getting a challenge on the fly where you have to go out and there's no time to ready yourself? It can come off like a regular match and maybe not even that. You just fly by the seat of your pants and, again, maybe not even that. You go full autopilot. The good news, if any? It makes getting that Championship back all the more important. Being consumed with getting that first Championship after so long? Championship... It felt like almost nothing. Not in comparison to getting it back. One run as World Champion? Maybe it was a fluke. Anyone that didn't like her could always have that argument in their back pocket. Yeah, but... Given that she couldn't even make it through the next Battlelines with the Title? Well... that argument is only strengthened. But a second claim to the World Championship? A run that can actually grow legs and last a period of time? Now we're talking! Championship... More World Championships. More days as champion. More defenses. More... More... More... It would never end. Not as long as her want to be known as one of the best ever continued to exist. Championship... ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— I stand by what I said before the Asylum. That hunger to gain a first World Championship is the largest any wrestler can have. You want that run on your record. You want to say— “I was the best.” Now I can at least better understand Goeren's side. You stay hungry because you had that taste and it was delicious. You want to feel that belt in your hand. You want to stare gloriously at it's shine. You want that utter delight in knowing you're on top of the sport once again. But what happens when you were on top of the sport— … but for all purposes you really weren't? Does 10 days really count? I couldn't even make a single public appearance as Champion. I barely had a chance to even clean the title itself. Heck, football teams can have longer runs between games than my time as Champion! You think that kind of “run” makes me overjoyed?? It doesn't. It may be on the official record. It's on YouthTube for those that want to pay $1,000 a day or whatever the cost is. I can sign autographs and be able to legit put “1x World Champion”with my signature. … But in my mind, it's like I never held it at all. For me, it's like my run for a first Championship reign is still ongoing. Maybe my problem is I've been too spoiled. See, even though I don't view my first time as World Champion as a true time, my feelings of having won were still experienced. They're something I never want taken away from me and I'll feel an even bigger rush of them once I get another run with the Championship. How special was that win for me? I won a State Championship in basketball. I was the top player in the entire state. That was cool, and for a teenaged me it was huge, but there was still a sense of, “Well, great, but—“ I won gold medals. The one accomplishment nearly every athlete wishes to attain—the sort of thing that validates them as an athlete, being the best in the whole world. I loved winning them, don't get me wrong. I'm proud I have them and they're special to me, but? There was something missing from my delight of winning. It wasn't the same— As winning the EWA World Heavyweight Championship. That was just—I still can't put it into words. … See my eyes glossing over recalling it? Everything inside me was jumping for joy. It was a joy I never felt and until I win that Championship again, I never will. It was a joy that could only be surpassed by one or two other circumstances, neither having to do with sport. Considering all that I've done and winning the World Championship is what made me the happiest I've ever been? You better believe I want it back. It want it for a REAL run as Champion. I want that feeling of walking on air. The greatest internal feeling anyone could possibly imagine. The one you stole from me, Kage. Heh... Haha... I give it to you, man. You've got a laugh from me. Not because I think you're a joke—although you do come off as a clown in comparison to someone with morals and trying to do things like a grown-up. I mean—do you see me actively whining about losing the Championship and how it happened? It was completely unexpected that cheap stunt you pulled to get it back, so I've got the right to whine... but do I? I may be complaining about it—but am I throwing a temper tantrum and making threats to people? I'm going with the flow this time. Because I'm that confident in myself that I don't need any dirty tricks to reattain that Championship. Even now knowing how awesome it is to hold it, I'm confident in myself to get it back without a hissy fit. Getting back on track—you've had a couple good lines towards me. Took a dig at my past. Brought up Dube. Lucky for you, this isn't five years ago. If it was? Azrael Goeren would already been named World Heavyweight Champion. You would be in a hospital bed with a broken face and I would be on an indefinite suspension for beating the holy heck out of you. You did your part in getting under my skin with those verbal pokes at me over the months, but whatever I had towards Dube for the longest time since I first entered an arena... it's gone. That doesn't mean talking about Dube doesn't leave some sort of, at least, frustration in me—but I'm not about to turn into an untamed lioness and try killing you. For everything you've done towards me and you sit there with a smug smile. Heck, it's not even “smug,” it's a blatant Cheshire Cat grin. You act so proud of yourself. You're champion so I can't say you're anything low. That's not how I work. I attempt to show people respect. Why do I say only “attempt” here? Because I have a feeling towards you that I've felt towards only one other person, back in LEGACY. Not even in SHOOT when I became rather unpleasant did this feeling come over, as many people as I encountered—some of whom are now here—that I wasn't thrilled about. I find it hard to have this particular feeling because someone has to really rile me up—and in some cases even going above and beyond that couldn't evoke this feeling. … … I hate you. I hate you... Sour grapes from losing the World Championship to you? No. That just added to things. You're an absolute jerk towards me and always were for no reason, just like Loco Martinez. You may not have been a thorn in my side as long as he was, but you've provided the same amount of irritation. Yes, Ms. “Twenty Minutes of Tinkertoys” can feel hate. Surprising, huh? I want to give you credit. I really do, Chris. You know how to play from bell to bell—always have and until you slow down from old age, likely always will. If only you knew how to fight fair. You couldn't let me have my moment. You had to be a selfish pr—uh... jerk. Everything just had to be about you! The entire wrestling world just has to revolve around Chris Kage and anyone who dare get in his way be shoved aside like nothing else. Man, Chris! You're the GREATEST EVER to step in that ring! If only everyone could even be HALF as great as you... See how silly that sounds? You honestly think people respect you when you expect them to bow down to you like that? I'm extremely talented as well but do you see me expecting that from everyone? Try growing up. Please. Don't think you slipped my mind, Azrael. I remember when I first entered SHOOT. At the top was my one-time friend X-Calibur. Apparently he had joined up with another friend and came together with what has become known as The Hierarchy. I saw you there, Azrael. I have to admit, I was pretty jealous. And pretty freaked out. I don't know why—but part of me was looking to target you. I knew what X had to offer, but in that different setting of SHOOT and seeing what you did in the ring—that spelled out to me exactly how different SHOOT was than anywhere else I ever was. Even without the violence, I saw someone looking for a “kill” in that legit wrestling way. You were... no, still are a star. I was targeting the right person. It just took joining EWA to finally track you down. People have been wondering why I never actually said anything directly to you at the last Battlelines, instead using my breath towards Kage. I think that kick was all that was needed to be said. I have no problem with you. I have no reason to be set on some deep-rooted path of vengeance towards you. You're... … well, you're sick in the head. That's obvious and I know you know that. Since I've gained the reputation of being a Girl Scout here, I suppose your actions and what you say should offend me. Yes...? I guess it's a point of, “You do your thing, I'll do mine.” I was honestly repulsed back in SHOOT watching and listening to you and X and boy was I shocked that EWA fans were eating up what you guys were doing like they were starving for 40 years. The thing is—while you continue to give new reasons to be shocked while listening to you—it somehow loses it's shock factor after just so long. I'm still freaked out by what you can come up with, BUT hey, “That's Az for you.” Do what you do. It works. Why in the world could I possibly condone your rated R verbiage—maybe even rated X? Because you don't anger me. You haven't done anything to set me off. You fight with a purpose and you may use some violence on occasion and though I don't care for that either, at least you favor seeing a match to the end the right way. You actually... show some sort of heart. Not only the type of heart used for trying your utmost in order to gain the prize of your dreams. You apparently have a humane heart as well. Or something like it. I don't know what you're trying to pull with your daughter. I don't know if you're legit trying to help her in this business or if you're planning to pull some sort of double-cross on her, but at least at this moment? You're kind of, sort of a nice guy. Mind you, I don't expect that being nice to come around in Chicago. Please—please do go out there and feel like you're about to become the biggest jerk there ever was. Have it in mind that you're going to go out there and spoil Laura Seton's dreams of winning a World Championship in front of her family and friends. Of all promotions I've ever been in, only once have I wrestled in Wisconsin and this is one of not even a handful of times I've appeared in the Windy City. I love being so close to home and I'm honored I can finally have everyone close to me in attendance and watch me as I strive for the greatest Championship I've ever touched. So I want you to feel rotten and laden with guilt, knowing you're more than willing to change that dream into a nightmare. I want to see that Azrael Goeren I was hoping I could get in the ring with in SHOOT. I want that challenge. Maybe I'm insane for saying I want the great Azrael Goeren to be as vintage Azrael as possible in a non-streetfight setting—but that's what I want. I love challenges. You throw an even better one out there in making need to dirty my hands and potentially my reputation. Go ask the fans in Las Vegas if I'm afraid to go lower than you may think I ever would. This Championship makes me cry. Literally. I held it and broke into tears. I couldn't talk from the time I left the Savannah Civic Center until the middle of the next morning. I was in such a state of awe. A surreal state. Laura Seton had achieved her dream. She was a World Champion. For 10 days. I'm not making empty or cliché remarks. I'm not putting anything into hyperbole. Those were the 10 greatest days of my life. I always wondered what it was going to be like when I carried around a World Championship. Nothing even comes close to comparing with it. All the bright and happy things your parents told you as a kid, what the greatest joys are... the joy from holding the World Heavyweight Championship makes all those things seem like, “Meh...” I want it back. |
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