Who Wants it More?
Jul 20, 2015 3:43:45 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on Jul 20, 2015 3:43:45 GMT -5
"I reckon I really am start'na get the hang of this here wrasslin thing ain't I?" Donnie beams proudly in his distinct southern drawl; a boyishly charming smile aimed at the camera.
He is once again in the local park, seated on the same table as he was the last time; wearing a pair of grey shorts, and a wifebeater of the same color hugging his toned frame.
"Another match and another victory under my belt. Not too shabby if I must say so myself." He chuckles, kicking his legs out in front of him. "Even done moved up to the intermediate class and stuff here at the LDFC." He says with a shrug. "That's right, Lil Donnie Cross is movin' on up in the world!" he exclaims jokingly, outstretching his arms.
"But I ain't gon get a big head." He says with a shake of his head. "Although my podna Bree might say I already done got one." he laughs, scratching the back of his neck. "But no sirree. I ain't gon toot my own horn too much cause I know I still got a long ways to go fore I become somebody in this here business. And that's ok, cause I want nothin' more than to get better. And I tell ya what, that seems to be a common thing that I share with all my classmates. Each and every single one of em is starvin; hungry to make a name for themselves and it shows. You can look at twitter and see how testy things may get between us all at times, but ya know what? Ain't nothing wrong with that. I think it all just stems from our competitiveness as a group. Ain't nothin wrong with being competitive, and ain't nothin wrong with wantin' to be the best neither. I'm quickly learning that that's just the nature of the business. That’s why I make sure to try and bring my A game every time that I step into that there ring…”
“Cause ain’t really no days off here.”
“You can’t afford to slack. No matter where you turn, there is always someone looking to push past ya; to outshine ya, whether it be in class, or at the shows. Because the folks down here are hungry. Hungry for opportunity. Hungry for success, and hungry to achieve. And I know that you are definitely one of those people Laura. You’re one of the fellow day oner’s.” He says with a soft laugh as he holds up his index finger. “Someone that’s been here from the very beginning. That alone is a testament to how tough ya are girl, cause look around; and notice how many people done fell off the wagon and got lost along the way. We didn’t. We’re still here. We’re still grindin’ and we’re still putting in the necessary work to be successful. Now things might not be going the way that ya may want them to right now, but I see ya in training Laura, and I know that you're more than capable of turning it all around..." He snaps his fingers. "... just like that."
"Cause you're hungry.... and I can tell when I look at ya that ya want this more than anything. But your get right ain't gon be at my expense. Nope..." he scoffs and shakes his head. "...it just ain't. Cause ya see, I'm hungry too. And I want this just as bad as you do.” He says, pointing a finger towards the camera. “And come time for Pride? I guess we’ll just see who wants it… more.”
He is once again in the local park, seated on the same table as he was the last time; wearing a pair of grey shorts, and a wifebeater of the same color hugging his toned frame.
"Another match and another victory under my belt. Not too shabby if I must say so myself." He chuckles, kicking his legs out in front of him. "Even done moved up to the intermediate class and stuff here at the LDFC." He says with a shrug. "That's right, Lil Donnie Cross is movin' on up in the world!" he exclaims jokingly, outstretching his arms.
"But I ain't gon get a big head." He says with a shake of his head. "Although my podna Bree might say I already done got one." he laughs, scratching the back of his neck. "But no sirree. I ain't gon toot my own horn too much cause I know I still got a long ways to go fore I become somebody in this here business. And that's ok, cause I want nothin' more than to get better. And I tell ya what, that seems to be a common thing that I share with all my classmates. Each and every single one of em is starvin; hungry to make a name for themselves and it shows. You can look at twitter and see how testy things may get between us all at times, but ya know what? Ain't nothing wrong with that. I think it all just stems from our competitiveness as a group. Ain't nothin wrong with being competitive, and ain't nothin wrong with wantin' to be the best neither. I'm quickly learning that that's just the nature of the business. That’s why I make sure to try and bring my A game every time that I step into that there ring…”
“Cause ain’t really no days off here.”
“You can’t afford to slack. No matter where you turn, there is always someone looking to push past ya; to outshine ya, whether it be in class, or at the shows. Because the folks down here are hungry. Hungry for opportunity. Hungry for success, and hungry to achieve. And I know that you are definitely one of those people Laura. You’re one of the fellow day oner’s.” He says with a soft laugh as he holds up his index finger. “Someone that’s been here from the very beginning. That alone is a testament to how tough ya are girl, cause look around; and notice how many people done fell off the wagon and got lost along the way. We didn’t. We’re still here. We’re still grindin’ and we’re still putting in the necessary work to be successful. Now things might not be going the way that ya may want them to right now, but I see ya in training Laura, and I know that you're more than capable of turning it all around..." He snaps his fingers. "... just like that."
"Cause you're hungry.... and I can tell when I look at ya that ya want this more than anything. But your get right ain't gon be at my expense. Nope..." he scoffs and shakes his head. "...it just ain't. Cause ya see, I'm hungry too. And I want this just as bad as you do.” He says, pointing a finger towards the camera. “And come time for Pride? I guess we’ll just see who wants it… more.”
