Things only get worse before they get better
Jun 28, 2016 5:51:19 GMT -5
Post by Justine on Jun 28, 2016 5:51:19 GMT -5
Thursday 30th of June 1:03 pm
Benton Convention Center, Winston-Salem, NC
The saying goes, things only get worse before they get better. After that admission of my past, I believed things would be looking up for me. Oh boy, I was wrong. Life decided to throw me another spanner. I sat in the Benton Convention Center just hours before the Pride show holding my phone feeling so numb.I closed my eyes, wishing this was some kind of nightmare that I was about to wake up from. I clinched my eyes closed and opened them, realising I was still in the same spot with my phone still on my lap.
The conversation I just had with my future sister-in-law, my mentor, Delta Madison echoed throughout my head. She informed me of the passing of my 16 year old niece, Shiloh. My 16 year old niece was involved in a fatal car accident with her boyfriend that happened on Sunday evening back home in Australia. The boyfriend died instantly but my niece sustained critical injuries and was transferred to ICU. Today I was informed that she didn’t make it.
I felt so helpless since I made that decision to stay in North Carolina to fulfil my obligations to LDFC. Delta was concerned about my wellbeing, asking me to reconsider performing on the Pride show tonight. I lied through my teeth, saying ‘I’ll be fine’. Delta pleaded with me, worried I may do something reckless in the ring. I was getting agitated so I hanged up on her.
Delta tried to ring me again but I switched my phone off. I was too stressed out and I couldn’t handle talking to anyone about this. I really didn’t want the victim complex to plague me, I didn’t want that at all. I remembered I had to do a promo for my upcoming match against Robbie Black. The past few Pride shows it seemed like my luck had ran out, losing match after match. Of course I was getting frustrated, I feel that I was stagnant in my performance. So many of my peers are progressing further than me and sooner than later I was going to be left behind.
I put my phone away and prepped myself for my promo for the show tonight. I wore a loose crop top that showed my toned stomach with with denim shorts. I took a deep breath and looked into the camera set up in front of me.
[◉rec]
“It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on Pride.” I perked up with a smile. “Don’t worry, your cries haven’t gone unnoticed.”
“But you know, everything happens for a reason and all I must do is pick myself up and keep on going. Whatever this crazy thing called life throws at me, it might knock me down but I must always seize that next opportunity to get back up. Tonight I face Robbie Black, this is my chance to finally get back into the ring and get back on track.”
I paused for a moment. I had to catch my thoughts since my anxiety was creeping up. I had to continue his promo, I had to show the audience I was strong.
“Robbie Black has been here for a long while and I believe he possibly could be on the same wavelength as me. He wants to to try to recapture his spot in LDFC, after a few losses here and there. Sharing that common feat makes this match bigger for both of us. He wants this win the same as me, but it really comes down to who really wants it more?”
I took another pause, realising my throat was croaking. I couldn’t let my emotions affect my physical state. I took a deep inhale, to calm every sense in my body. The best option I could do was end this promo as calmly as possible.
“Like the saying goes, sometimes things have to get worse before they can get better… But it’s time for me to stop wallowing in sadness, it’s that time for me to make better things come my way.”
I ended the promo by broadening my posture and sticking out my chest as filming stopped.
[stop]
I walked away with a sense of relief, I got through the promo and all I needed to do next was get through the match. I needed to fake it to make it as I put on a smile.
Benton Convention Center, Winston-Salem, NC
The saying goes, things only get worse before they get better. After that admission of my past, I believed things would be looking up for me. Oh boy, I was wrong. Life decided to throw me another spanner. I sat in the Benton Convention Center just hours before the Pride show holding my phone feeling so numb.I closed my eyes, wishing this was some kind of nightmare that I was about to wake up from. I clinched my eyes closed and opened them, realising I was still in the same spot with my phone still on my lap.
The conversation I just had with my future sister-in-law, my mentor, Delta Madison echoed throughout my head. She informed me of the passing of my 16 year old niece, Shiloh. My 16 year old niece was involved in a fatal car accident with her boyfriend that happened on Sunday evening back home in Australia. The boyfriend died instantly but my niece sustained critical injuries and was transferred to ICU. Today I was informed that she didn’t make it.
I felt so helpless since I made that decision to stay in North Carolina to fulfil my obligations to LDFC. Delta was concerned about my wellbeing, asking me to reconsider performing on the Pride show tonight. I lied through my teeth, saying ‘I’ll be fine’. Delta pleaded with me, worried I may do something reckless in the ring. I was getting agitated so I hanged up on her.
Delta tried to ring me again but I switched my phone off. I was too stressed out and I couldn’t handle talking to anyone about this. I really didn’t want the victim complex to plague me, I didn’t want that at all. I remembered I had to do a promo for my upcoming match against Robbie Black. The past few Pride shows it seemed like my luck had ran out, losing match after match. Of course I was getting frustrated, I feel that I was stagnant in my performance. So many of my peers are progressing further than me and sooner than later I was going to be left behind.
I put my phone away and prepped myself for my promo for the show tonight. I wore a loose crop top that showed my toned stomach with with denim shorts. I took a deep breath and looked into the camera set up in front of me.
[◉rec]
“It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on Pride.” I perked up with a smile. “Don’t worry, your cries haven’t gone unnoticed.”
“But you know, everything happens for a reason and all I must do is pick myself up and keep on going. Whatever this crazy thing called life throws at me, it might knock me down but I must always seize that next opportunity to get back up. Tonight I face Robbie Black, this is my chance to finally get back into the ring and get back on track.”
I paused for a moment. I had to catch my thoughts since my anxiety was creeping up. I had to continue his promo, I had to show the audience I was strong.
“Robbie Black has been here for a long while and I believe he possibly could be on the same wavelength as me. He wants to to try to recapture his spot in LDFC, after a few losses here and there. Sharing that common feat makes this match bigger for both of us. He wants this win the same as me, but it really comes down to who really wants it more?”
I took another pause, realising my throat was croaking. I couldn’t let my emotions affect my physical state. I took a deep inhale, to calm every sense in my body. The best option I could do was end this promo as calmly as possible.
“Like the saying goes, sometimes things have to get worse before they can get better… But it’s time for me to stop wallowing in sadness, it’s that time for me to make better things come my way.”
I ended the promo by broadening my posture and sticking out my chest as filming stopped.
[stop]
I walked away with a sense of relief, I got through the promo and all I needed to do next was get through the match. I needed to fake it to make it as I put on a smile.
