Post by Kendrick Kross on Jan 27, 2018 23:10:00 GMT
Perched on a lake front in London sits an old oak log wood cabin, the windows and door pushed open revealing their screens. The cabin overlooks nice glistening lake water. The cabin and lake water reminds me of a cabin that sat on a pond my family owned when I was a kid. The current cabin I am in is smaller than the family cabin we had. Inside of the cabin there is an old dark brown stained rocker that is resting diagonally on the log floor. I’m sitting in the rocker, arms resting on their respective rests of the rocker. A smile crosses my face remembering the many memories of spending time out in the cabin.
“I like places like these, they’re calming. Cabins and camping. They’re the closest you can get to nature. Places like this can clear your head and despite what people may think, being able to come out to a place like this to clear your head after each match works. Here out in nature helps you get past your last match and focused on your next. There’s no reason to dwell on the past whether it’s a win or a loss. You focus on that and you won’t win the next match, that’s for sure. That’s why being out here is one of my favorite things to do. The memories of when I was a kid in our family cabin, they help me focus. Things like fishing with my father or hunting. I was also someone who was a troublemaker which still happens to this day.”
I let out a laugh and let another smile creep across my face. The wind started to pick up which started to make the swing on the front porch go back and forth slightly. Closing my eyes I listen to the sounds. Beams on the porch began creaking due to the back and forth of the porch swing. The creaking is another sound that brings back memories. Memories of the old front porch swing that was placed on the front porch at the old cabin. Opening my eyes I take a deep breath, still listening intently to the outside sounds.
“MMA helped me prepare for the wrestling business. I got trained in Wrestling, Taekwondo, Jiu Jitsu and plenty more. The training that I received in those three helped me go undefeated there. I couldn’t lose, I was too unpredictable which is what is going to help me in the wrestling business. Don’t believe me? Look at all of the past examples. They all succeeded with their next employers whether it was straight boxing, kickboxing, or another MMA company. People who are trained in multiple influences are harder to beat and almost impossible to predict. So don’t be surprised if I get on a winning streak here in NBW.”
The smell of the oak logs that make the cabin begin to mix with the fresh air that is pouring in through the windows and door. The wind has began to pick up more than it had been, leaves began to attach themselves to the screens of the windows and door. I remain seated in the same rocker, going back and forth at a steady pace. Squeaking has slightly began in the screws of the rockers.
“This weeks match is a stepping stone. I was in a match last week that was supposed to be a triple threat. Of course though, Shadow didn’t show up. I was really hoping he would, I wanted to help him get past the Mr. NBW thing, it’s ok though. I face Gray Zee this week again, which it’s okay with me. I wasn’t exactly planning on it, but it’s actually a good opportunity thinking about it. It lets you prove to the company and doubters it wasn’t a fluke. Sure, you beat them once, but can you do it again? That is a question that could be answered this week and it will be. I am looking forward to this match against Gray. Not only is it my second match but it is another rung I will ascend towards my end goal in this company should I succeed in defeating Gray a second time, which I will.”
A smile comes across my face which is followed by a deep breath. I lean forward peering towards the screen door. I keep my hands on the arms of the rockers and push up, getting on my feet, the rocking chair rocks back and forth after my departure from the chair. I walk across the room to the screen door and push it open. Walking out of the log cabin the screen door slams shut behind me causing a loud bang. I walk across the porch and proceed down two of the three steps. I sit on the middle step, feet resting on the bottom most step.
“Studying my opponents helps me get a leg up on them. MMA taught me that. You can’t go into the octagon without a plan. That’s why I’ve learned to bring it into the squared circle. You can train all you want, you can work out, eat right, anything you want. You have to have a gameplan, if you don’t then you are already a step behind your opponent. That’s what I did with Gray last week and what I will do again. You can never have too much research, you can never dissect someone too much. The more you know about an opponent the more you can predict their movements. That’s how I beat Gray last week. It’s how I’ll beat him once again.”
I take a deep breath, letting the smells of nature and the outside of the cabin go through my nose and exhale afterwards. Smell of pine, oak and the water by the cabin are the main smells with hints of the grass below me. I lean back, resting my arms on the top step the middle of my back on the corner of it.
“Last week Gray, you thought you could take me out with brute force. You thought that because I am skinnier and not a powerhouse. That you could just overpower me and it would be done just like that. Oh boy were you wrong. Did you expect someone who is faster, smarter, and is trained in multiple martial arts and wrestling styles wouldn’t pose a threat? You are brute strength, that’s what you do, Gray. It’s a good trait and good style, don’t get me wrong. It can be a good style, but going up against a former MMA fighter with pure strength isn’t exactly a good strategy. You can’t outsmart someone in a ring or octagon that has been doing it for years Gray.”
I stay in the same laid back position on the second step looking out towards the lake. I watch as birds fly over the water, and boaters on the water pulling tubers and wakeboarders. Every few minutes there is another one that flips off the tube or drops the rope and slaps the water, making me cringe each time they skip across. Gathering my thoughts, I adjust, leaning back at a smaller angle.
“You see those people wakeboarding and the tubers that are skipping across that water, Gray? They remind me of you in a way. They are overconfident, believe that they won’t be able to get hurt, that they won’t flip or fall down. It’s like you. You’re a big guy, so it makes you think that you’re just going to be able walk over people. It’s not happening though, it’s not possible. Everyone falls off those things. Everyone flips, skips across the water. You skip across the delusion that because you are a heavyweight you can push people around. That you can throw me around. Guess what though? You can’t. You’re going to skip across the hypothetical water of reality. You’ll be getting a reality check. Just like the people that fall off. You will hit the water hard and the reality that even though you’re big, you can’t push or throw everyone around.”
A chuckle comes out with a slight smile still on my face. Licking my lips I adjust myself again, sitting straight up once more, going from a smile to serious in one second. I lean forward, looking straight on taking a breath. I take a deep breath and look intently across into the camera facing in front of me.
“Gray. Come Monday the results aren’t going to be any different. Last week I beat you in the middle of the ring. I’m looking forward to this match. I’m going to give you your second loss to me in as many weeks. I’m ready to move on up in this company and you stand in the way of me doing that. I’m not about to let you ruin that for me. I shouldn’t have to face you again, but so be it. It’s all good and well. I’ll hit you with my two finishing moves and lay you out in the middle of that ring once again. So Gray. Get ready, because after Monday, the Gray Chapter will be complete and never spoken of again.”
The scene fades out to me standing up and walking back inside the log cabin.
“I like places like these, they’re calming. Cabins and camping. They’re the closest you can get to nature. Places like this can clear your head and despite what people may think, being able to come out to a place like this to clear your head after each match works. Here out in nature helps you get past your last match and focused on your next. There’s no reason to dwell on the past whether it’s a win or a loss. You focus on that and you won’t win the next match, that’s for sure. That’s why being out here is one of my favorite things to do. The memories of when I was a kid in our family cabin, they help me focus. Things like fishing with my father or hunting. I was also someone who was a troublemaker which still happens to this day.”
I let out a laugh and let another smile creep across my face. The wind started to pick up which started to make the swing on the front porch go back and forth slightly. Closing my eyes I listen to the sounds. Beams on the porch began creaking due to the back and forth of the porch swing. The creaking is another sound that brings back memories. Memories of the old front porch swing that was placed on the front porch at the old cabin. Opening my eyes I take a deep breath, still listening intently to the outside sounds.
“MMA helped me prepare for the wrestling business. I got trained in Wrestling, Taekwondo, Jiu Jitsu and plenty more. The training that I received in those three helped me go undefeated there. I couldn’t lose, I was too unpredictable which is what is going to help me in the wrestling business. Don’t believe me? Look at all of the past examples. They all succeeded with their next employers whether it was straight boxing, kickboxing, or another MMA company. People who are trained in multiple influences are harder to beat and almost impossible to predict. So don’t be surprised if I get on a winning streak here in NBW.”
The smell of the oak logs that make the cabin begin to mix with the fresh air that is pouring in through the windows and door. The wind has began to pick up more than it had been, leaves began to attach themselves to the screens of the windows and door. I remain seated in the same rocker, going back and forth at a steady pace. Squeaking has slightly began in the screws of the rockers.
“This weeks match is a stepping stone. I was in a match last week that was supposed to be a triple threat. Of course though, Shadow didn’t show up. I was really hoping he would, I wanted to help him get past the Mr. NBW thing, it’s ok though. I face Gray Zee this week again, which it’s okay with me. I wasn’t exactly planning on it, but it’s actually a good opportunity thinking about it. It lets you prove to the company and doubters it wasn’t a fluke. Sure, you beat them once, but can you do it again? That is a question that could be answered this week and it will be. I am looking forward to this match against Gray. Not only is it my second match but it is another rung I will ascend towards my end goal in this company should I succeed in defeating Gray a second time, which I will.”
A smile comes across my face which is followed by a deep breath. I lean forward peering towards the screen door. I keep my hands on the arms of the rockers and push up, getting on my feet, the rocking chair rocks back and forth after my departure from the chair. I walk across the room to the screen door and push it open. Walking out of the log cabin the screen door slams shut behind me causing a loud bang. I walk across the porch and proceed down two of the three steps. I sit on the middle step, feet resting on the bottom most step.
“Studying my opponents helps me get a leg up on them. MMA taught me that. You can’t go into the octagon without a plan. That’s why I’ve learned to bring it into the squared circle. You can train all you want, you can work out, eat right, anything you want. You have to have a gameplan, if you don’t then you are already a step behind your opponent. That’s what I did with Gray last week and what I will do again. You can never have too much research, you can never dissect someone too much. The more you know about an opponent the more you can predict their movements. That’s how I beat Gray last week. It’s how I’ll beat him once again.”
I take a deep breath, letting the smells of nature and the outside of the cabin go through my nose and exhale afterwards. Smell of pine, oak and the water by the cabin are the main smells with hints of the grass below me. I lean back, resting my arms on the top step the middle of my back on the corner of it.
“Last week Gray, you thought you could take me out with brute force. You thought that because I am skinnier and not a powerhouse. That you could just overpower me and it would be done just like that. Oh boy were you wrong. Did you expect someone who is faster, smarter, and is trained in multiple martial arts and wrestling styles wouldn’t pose a threat? You are brute strength, that’s what you do, Gray. It’s a good trait and good style, don’t get me wrong. It can be a good style, but going up against a former MMA fighter with pure strength isn’t exactly a good strategy. You can’t outsmart someone in a ring or octagon that has been doing it for years Gray.”
I stay in the same laid back position on the second step looking out towards the lake. I watch as birds fly over the water, and boaters on the water pulling tubers and wakeboarders. Every few minutes there is another one that flips off the tube or drops the rope and slaps the water, making me cringe each time they skip across. Gathering my thoughts, I adjust, leaning back at a smaller angle.
“You see those people wakeboarding and the tubers that are skipping across that water, Gray? They remind me of you in a way. They are overconfident, believe that they won’t be able to get hurt, that they won’t flip or fall down. It’s like you. You’re a big guy, so it makes you think that you’re just going to be able walk over people. It’s not happening though, it’s not possible. Everyone falls off those things. Everyone flips, skips across the water. You skip across the delusion that because you are a heavyweight you can push people around. That you can throw me around. Guess what though? You can’t. You’re going to skip across the hypothetical water of reality. You’ll be getting a reality check. Just like the people that fall off. You will hit the water hard and the reality that even though you’re big, you can’t push or throw everyone around.”
A chuckle comes out with a slight smile still on my face. Licking my lips I adjust myself again, sitting straight up once more, going from a smile to serious in one second. I lean forward, looking straight on taking a breath. I take a deep breath and look intently across into the camera facing in front of me.
“Gray. Come Monday the results aren’t going to be any different. Last week I beat you in the middle of the ring. I’m looking forward to this match. I’m going to give you your second loss to me in as many weeks. I’m ready to move on up in this company and you stand in the way of me doing that. I’m not about to let you ruin that for me. I shouldn’t have to face you again, but so be it. It’s all good and well. I’ll hit you with my two finishing moves and lay you out in the middle of that ring once again. So Gray. Get ready, because after Monday, the Gray Chapter will be complete and never spoken of again.”
The scene fades out to me standing up and walking back inside the log cabin.