Desire

[Tritch.]

D E S I R E

3/22/16

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Every time I write one of these blogs I talk about how much I’ve grown to love this sport. I’m not shy about the fact that a couple of months before I first showed up at the Lion’s Den, I didn’t know anything about professional wrestling. But I saw a chance, an opportunity to make something of myself, and I jumped headlong into it.

Since then - as I’ve stated before - I’ve been watching as much wrestling as I can get my hands on. Sin City, Frontier, Phoenix, Hard Knox, even older promotions like Code Red and Action Packed. I’ve been to a handful of live shows, I’ve watched hours and hours of tape, and obviously… I’ve even wrestled quite a few. But as much as I thought I loved this sport before this weekend, it didn’t steal my heart and soul completely until Sunday night.

I witnessed one of the most incredible events I’ve ever seennn, live in Cancun. I watched incredible talent stretch their bodies and skill to the limits in the name of glory, and I watched underrated wrestlers finallyyy claim their fame. But nothing compared to watching the tears drip down my trainer’s eyes as he clutched onto his newly won Global Championship. I saw true love, passion, desire, I watched as his dreams came true, and I witnessed how that made him feel.

For years, the only thing he wanted was the SCW Global Championship, and on Sunday night he finally claimed it. After watching it I got this pit in my stomach, like I was missing something that I didn’t even realize was important to me. I went back to my hotel and sat on the beach feeling the pain grow, trying to figure out what it was. But I didn’t until I got back to North Carolina, back to the Brute Camp and started sparring with Mason.

The APEX Tag Team Championships.

When I thought about them, the pit in my stomach started to burn, like it was lighting a fire inside of me. I started pushing myself harder in the ring, on the machines, with the free weights, in my runs. Everything started to click - and my desire for the APEX tag titles has only grown. I want to stand next to Mason and raise those belts over our heads more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. And that’s saying something, because I used to be a brattt.

Which I guess brings me to Pride, huh? Becky and Mason Mannion, the Brute Camp, versus Emily Carter and Jensen Banks. Mason and I were talking, and he doesn’t think you guys are much of a team. Just like Malo and Pedro, you guys are great individuals. Two of the best the Den has to offer, in my opinion - and many others’.

I agree with him to an extent. I don’t think you have the same kind of bond Mase and I have. I don’t think you guys eat, sleep and breathe tag team wrestling - together - like we do. I think the two of you are going to put up a hell of a fight, you’re going to take us to our limits and push us further than we’ve ever had to go. But I don’t think you have what it takes to wrap those APEX Tag Team Championships around your waists. And I know we do.

Which is why we can’t let you walk out of Pride on the winning side. I love both of you guys. But I’m going dig deeper than I ever have before, and Mase and I are going to make sure you don’t kick out after we put you down.

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3/21/16

Atlanta, Georgia

The Evans Estate

Her heart was still racing from the scenes earlier that night. He had done it, her trainer, her mentor - her friend - he had won the SCW Global Championship. Silenced the naysayers, proved everyone wrong except those who had stuck by him, those who believed in him.

A smile tried to tug at her lips, but there was this nagging pain. Her hand shot to her stomach, clutching at the ache she felt inside. It had started when she first watched him clutch onto that belt, his belt. But this was more intense, it felt tangible, like it was a real pain. But she knew it wasn’t, it was an emptiness, like she was missing something. Mason’s words replayed in her head. Two more times.

“Two more times,” she muttered, digging her fingers into her stomach around the pain, as if she was clutching onto her desires. “Two more times.”