Post by Tatiana on Jan 16, 2022 4:58:52 GMT -5
What happened?
How did it all go wrong?
How does somebody riding so high
Fall so hard?
These are only a few of the questions that keep her awake at night. The frustration devours her slowly like an insidious parasite while she clings to a fading light of a dying day. Tatiana went from the most optimistic champion on the roster, promising to carry the television title with a level of pride and dignity it deserves… To getting knocked on her ass right away in her first defense. She evoked the names of the legends who have carried the TV title before, only to dishonor their memory with a frustrating loss to an opponent that was… quite frankly… better than she was in the rematch.
“I walked in with my head held high, and left in disgrace”
She sighs, laying alone in a hotel room with her gaze fixed upon the ceiling fan above the bed, watching it spin like a helicopter rotor. The trip back to Canada after the show was desperately needed. She had to step away for a few days and evaporate into the ether of a big city like some unknown and avoid the critics on social media, many of whom were eager to carve her career up like it was some kind of farce. She was always going to face the shouts of ‘has-been’ working in a sport dominated by 20-somethings who don’t know the difference between a wristlock and a snapmare.
Ugh… Stop sounding like a bitter old relic.
It’s unflattering, Tatiana.
She felt like her age was a non-factor. She was still in her 30’s and in better shape than almost anyone of her contemporaries. She had avoided major injuries over her career and studied tapes like some binge youtube or netflix… And yet still went out there and was embarrassed by Kyrie King in a one-sided fight.
“I wasn’t varied enough… I tried the same moves over and over thinking that somehow I’d get a different outcome”
She lets out a mighty sigh…
“I only managed a handful of real offensive moves while he hit nearly everything he attempted on me. My most tried hold was a mere roll up pin, while his was countering my meek attempts at subduction with painful and sharp strikes”
Needless to say… She never had a chance with that strategy.
And he absolutely handled her like a true champion should.
Her body still ached a bit from the beating… Hell, her shoulder only just stopped bothering her a few days ago. And to date, the only one to have hurt her worse in a wrestling match was Holden Ross… Who, as we remember… THREW HER THREE ROWS INTO THE CROWD! It’s no surprise that she lost that one as well, a loss that set her back just as hard as this one had.
Sigh….
“Maybe it’s my fault? Maybe I’m too deeply entrenched in a tired ideology? Maybe I’m trying too hard putting together five star matches inside the boundaries of what used to be the standard rules of engagement?”
Maybe she was the problem?
“I’m not a flier. I’m not a hardcore wrestler. I’m not a brawler who wants to leave the ring and break a bar stool over your head..”
These things were already pretty well-established as it was. Tatiana Jolee was nothing if not the prototypical ring general. She was at her best when surrounded by four turnbuckles and ring ropes. But this generation of wrestlers don't abide by the same rules that hers did. They all want the big pop, the ‘holy shit’ chant, and instant recognition. They were, quite frankly… The Social Media Generation. And instead of going back and watching their match on tape to see if there were any errors to be corrected, they instead go straight to twitter to see if they’re trending for doing a triple spin reverse, inverted dragon screw planchet from the arena roof through six burning tables.
Don’t exaggerate…
“I’m never going to win any awards for being the most flashy. Hell, some people still think my style is boring… But it’s too late in the game to change it up”
She wasn’t about to doubt her skills or strategy as they brought her here in the first place. And though she would always be a shooter in the most traditional sense, Tatiana also knew that some adaptation was going to be necessary if she wanted to thrive in Action Wrestling as she did back home in Vancouver Pro Wrestling.
“Kyrie is good… Hell, he may be a future World Champion. But right now, he has something that belongs to me.”
Finally she sat up on the bed, crossing her legs and folding her hands into her lap. The darkness had begun to overtake the light in the room. Shadows were now the king of her space, and her mind flickered like a candle between what has come to pass and what has yet to come.
“If this is a falls count anywhere match… Then there are no rope breaks. And if there are no breaks, than there’s nothing to stop me from unleashing the full might of my arsenal on that poor kid”
She grinned in quiet consternation…
It’s not about what you’ve done
But rather what you’ve yet to do.
