Invention
Apr 19, 2016 20:00:00 GMT -5
Post by Stephen on Apr 19, 2016 20:00:00 GMT -5
Nymph: Hey Nessa.
Vanessa: Patience! Hi! How are you sweetie?
Nymph: I’m… I’m doing alright. How’s Stoney?
Nessa: He’s surprisingly chipper. The girls love having him home even though he’s been laid up in the bed. They’ve been bringing him breakfast and dinner in bed and yesterday we went shopping for stuff to put in a get well basket for him. I think he likes the attention though. Patience, what’s wrong?
Nymph: It’s nothing. Just… Just that wrestling wasn’t what I thought it was going to be at first. There are these people that are just willing to do foul things to get ahead. People who just don’t care about the wellbeing of others. Real psychos, ya know?
Nessa: Do I! Patience, Stoney wrestled for sixteen years. The amount of crazies he fought is impossible to know. He always said that you had to be a little crazy to actually want to wrestle professionally. Your job is to hit people and get hit back. Your success is determined by pinning someone for three seconds or inflicting so much pain that they give up. Does that sound like a profession for sane people?
Nymph: When you put it that way...
Nessa: There’s no other way to put it sweetie.
Nymph: Why’d you let him continue to do it then?
Nessa: Because there’s a fine line between crazy and passionate. You of all people should understand that. You’re the most crazily passionate person I know. Remember when you started painting? You turned your mom’s kitchen into a gallery and told her that if she moved anything that you would shave your pretty little head.
Nymph: I thought it was a reasonable trade.
Nessa: Patience, you cut your hair into a Mohawk even though she didn’t touch a thing.
Nymph:I was expressing myself.
Nessa: You were eight!
Nymph: Haha. She was pretty upset about that.
Nessa: And when that kid in your class said that your paintings sucked you cried and started hitting him until your teacher pulled you off of him. Told him that you were the greatest artist that ever lived and that he was a simple-minded idiot.
Nymph: Gerald Valence was an idiot all the way through grade twelve though. He barely graduated! I was just saying what the teacher couldn’t at the time.
Nessa: The point is, Patience, you’re just as passionate as Stoney and all the rest of those people. You just express your passion differently. It’s not your place to judge them. Your job is to just beat them when you have a match against them.
Nymph: You sound like Stoney.
Nessa: He’s not wrong. Just stay focused, Patience. You still want to do this, right?
Nymph: Yes. But I want to do this the right way.
Nessa: Oh, Patience, don’t try and fool me. You mean that you’re going to do it your way.
Nymph:My way is the right way.
Nessa: Now you sound like Stoney. Haha.
Nymph:Haha. Well, he’s not wrong. I have to go to class, but I’ll call you later. I need to talk to him.
Nessa: Alright, sweetie. Do well. Love you.
Nymph:Love you too.
I’m a hard headed person. I always have been. I’m going to do things my way or not at all. I guess I get that from Stoney. Since I haven’t won a match yet, I guess some people would say that my way is clearly not effective. I should try to be more like those that have beaten me, huh? Be like Keegan and have Aric blindside Mercy when we face off. Or maybe I should be like Hana Song and just stay on her the whole match. Not giving her chance to regroup. I mean, that’s what a good fighter does right? Just keep hitting their opponent until they can’t get up? Both methods worked on me, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll work for me. Fighting… Fighting reminds me a lot of painting. You have to keep doing it the way you want to. Maybe take some inspiration and tips from other painters, but never actually copy them. If you stick with it and continue to learn, eventually you’ll find that you have your own style. That’s what I’m doing right now. I’m inventing my own style. Not too long ago, Mercy was where I am now. She was trying to define herself. She stuck with it, and she became LDFC’s representative in the Frontier’s Lion Cup, and even in defeat she shined bright. I admire her. She worked hard and continues to work hard. She continues to invent herself. So I have decided that I will draw inspiration from her for our match. Win or lose, I'll have some new tricks at the end of it and I'll use them in the future. So Mercy, what do you have to teach me? I'm a blank canvas.
Vanessa: Patience! Hi! How are you sweetie?
Nymph: I’m… I’m doing alright. How’s Stoney?
Nessa: He’s surprisingly chipper. The girls love having him home even though he’s been laid up in the bed. They’ve been bringing him breakfast and dinner in bed and yesterday we went shopping for stuff to put in a get well basket for him. I think he likes the attention though. Patience, what’s wrong?
Nymph: It’s nothing. Just… Just that wrestling wasn’t what I thought it was going to be at first. There are these people that are just willing to do foul things to get ahead. People who just don’t care about the wellbeing of others. Real psychos, ya know?
Nessa: Do I! Patience, Stoney wrestled for sixteen years. The amount of crazies he fought is impossible to know. He always said that you had to be a little crazy to actually want to wrestle professionally. Your job is to hit people and get hit back. Your success is determined by pinning someone for three seconds or inflicting so much pain that they give up. Does that sound like a profession for sane people?
Nymph: When you put it that way...
Nessa: There’s no other way to put it sweetie.
Nymph: Why’d you let him continue to do it then?
Nessa: Because there’s a fine line between crazy and passionate. You of all people should understand that. You’re the most crazily passionate person I know. Remember when you started painting? You turned your mom’s kitchen into a gallery and told her that if she moved anything that you would shave your pretty little head.
Nymph: I thought it was a reasonable trade.
Nessa: Patience, you cut your hair into a Mohawk even though she didn’t touch a thing.
Nymph:I was expressing myself.
Nessa: You were eight!
Nymph: Haha. She was pretty upset about that.
Nessa: And when that kid in your class said that your paintings sucked you cried and started hitting him until your teacher pulled you off of him. Told him that you were the greatest artist that ever lived and that he was a simple-minded idiot.
Nymph: Gerald Valence was an idiot all the way through grade twelve though. He barely graduated! I was just saying what the teacher couldn’t at the time.
Nessa: The point is, Patience, you’re just as passionate as Stoney and all the rest of those people. You just express your passion differently. It’s not your place to judge them. Your job is to just beat them when you have a match against them.
Nymph: You sound like Stoney.
Nessa: He’s not wrong. Just stay focused, Patience. You still want to do this, right?
Nymph: Yes. But I want to do this the right way.
Nessa: Oh, Patience, don’t try and fool me. You mean that you’re going to do it your way.
Nymph:My way is the right way.
Nessa: Now you sound like Stoney. Haha.
Nymph:Haha. Well, he’s not wrong. I have to go to class, but I’ll call you later. I need to talk to him.
Nessa: Alright, sweetie. Do well. Love you.
Nymph:Love you too.
I’m a hard headed person. I always have been. I’m going to do things my way or not at all. I guess I get that from Stoney. Since I haven’t won a match yet, I guess some people would say that my way is clearly not effective. I should try to be more like those that have beaten me, huh? Be like Keegan and have Aric blindside Mercy when we face off. Or maybe I should be like Hana Song and just stay on her the whole match. Not giving her chance to regroup. I mean, that’s what a good fighter does right? Just keep hitting their opponent until they can’t get up? Both methods worked on me, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll work for me. Fighting… Fighting reminds me a lot of painting. You have to keep doing it the way you want to. Maybe take some inspiration and tips from other painters, but never actually copy them. If you stick with it and continue to learn, eventually you’ll find that you have your own style. That’s what I’m doing right now. I’m inventing my own style. Not too long ago, Mercy was where I am now. She was trying to define herself. She stuck with it, and she became LDFC’s representative in the Frontier’s Lion Cup, and even in defeat she shined bright. I admire her. She worked hard and continues to work hard. She continues to invent herself. So I have decided that I will draw inspiration from her for our match. Win or lose, I'll have some new tricks at the end of it and I'll use them in the future. So Mercy, what do you have to teach me? I'm a blank canvas.