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| Blind And Desperate; Regaining Glory, Chapter 1, Part 3 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 25 2012, 12:53 PM (175 Views) | |
| Jamie O'Hara | Aug 25 2012, 12:53 PM Post #1 |
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Regaining Glory - Chapter One Part Three - Blind And Desperate Underground - 27/8/2012 If someone who’s immortal is beaten by someone of caliber far less, then their immortality comes into question. Are you truly immortal Vespertine? Or is it just a form of self confidence? *********** The sun sits behind the Los Angeles skyline as the morning dawns on it’s busy streets as rush hour traffic begins to build. The plane eases onto the runway and once again, like almost every week of the year, I find myself leaving the plane and embracing the Los Angeles weather. A hot and humid day has started to settle in and it’s days like this I praise my love for the typical “Aussie bogan” look of shorts, thongs or what Americans call them, “flip flops”, a Billabong T and sunglasses. It’s the same old routine. Leave the plane, head up the tunnel and towards Customs. Being one of the first to leave the airplane, I reach customs first. I had the Customs officer my passport and like always, he shoots me a look of concern, probably due to my almost weekly flights. Nonetheless, he stamps the passport and hands it back to me. Walking through the security scanners and proceed to the baggage carousel before waiting until finally my bag turns up. I head through the large glass doors which have the words “Welcome To Los Angeles” spread across both of them. In front of me, people move from left to right in a hurry to catch taxis and bus services. I politely begin to move through the crowd, brushing past people who stood around. I eventually reach the front of the crowd and like many other, call for a taxi. It only took a few moments, but a number of taxis pulled up and the crowd began to surge towards them. Luckily, I managed to snag one. Jet lagged and in need for a little relaxation, even if it was in the back of a taxi, I hand the driver a slip of paper which had the address of my hotel for the next few nights. As the taxi leaves the airport, I pull my Galaxy tablet out of my backpack and open it up. Using the 4G network, I enter the UWF site. I switch between articles. One about the relationship of Jeff Turner and his wife, the location of War-E and one on Vespertine and the mystery that surrounds her. This woman intrigues me. She continues to talk a big talk, but makes no reasonable ground in doing so, rather she looks for excuses as to why she failed to win at The Ultimate Showdown. A lucky win, a win that required “no skill” but “luck and that it was a “warm up match”. It’s cute she makes excuses and to see her ego is severely bruised that she can only talk a cliche talk of running through achievements and accolades. What she’s gone through and what she looks to accomplish. It’s fun to have an opponent like that. As the taxi enters the city of Los Angeles, the sun becomes behind behind the skyscrapers as the taxi comes to a halt. Wedged between cars and stuck in the city’s traffic, I place my hand onto the window, rest my head on it and peer out of the window. The streets are filled with people going to and from work, friends walking along enjoying a summer’s morning and people out for a simple walk. I begin to drift off and my match with Vespertine comes back to thought. I think Vespertine struggles to hold onto one factor of our match, once it’s all done, I still have possession of a title opportunity that I apparently stole from her in hometown of San Francisco at The Ultimate Showdown. It must suck to leave your hometown as a failure and nothing more than just a loser. It can lead some on a delusional path where that desperation kicks in avoid defeat at all costs. Desperation can lead to common mistakes, such as when the show actually is and infact, I may have to call someone to contact her about the time and date of Underground because I’d hate to hear about her rocking up on Sunday to an empty arena. Desperation all leads to false pretenses. Shown before where my name and my history was dragged through the dirt, Vespertine continues to create false pretenses and her assumption of my belief is nothing short but hilarious. I get quite the chuckle when I hear her talk about my lack of recognition for her strive for success here in the UWF. Don’t worry about that, I never take new opponents lightly which is ultimately why I didn’t take her lightly at The Ultimate Showdown. I could've, but then I would have walked away humiliated. Underground doesn’t change much. She’s still striving to show management and the rest of the locker room she has what it takes and I’m still striving towards regaining the World Championship. While neither of us want to lose, one of us will have a set back in our campaigns and mine doesn’t call for defeat. Especially after what I have to say on Underground. When a title opportunity rests in your hands, defeat isn’t an option. To lose, is to essentially throw away the momentum gained by obtaining the opportunity in the first place. After working hard to obtain this, momentum is key to my final step in regaining the World Championship. Losing to Vespertine kills that in it’s tracks and I’d be forced to quickly recollect myself to bounce back however, time is limited and there isn’t enough time to rebuild that momentum. For Vespertine, losing to me consecutively would put a huge damper on her start here in the UWF and her list of accomplishments and accolades would become null and void. At least to me if they already weren’t. Beginning afresh in a federation is always a difficult thing. To enter with a strong history is even more difficult however, she should take the leniency of this federation kindly. Never have I seen someone thrusted into the spotlight so quickly. People like myself, Richard Garcia, Lucifer Creed, CF Schulze, just to name a few, have worked hard to get to the top of this place and none of that was off the back of a cocky attitude. None of us were granted easy access. So perhaps it would be a good thing for Vespertine to suffer a consecutive defeat. The ego with woman has developed clearly blinds her from the task which lies in front of her. The taxi continues to slowly creep down the busy Los Angeles roads. Times like this I tend to wonder why I don’t just fly straight to the town hosting Underground. Though I do enjoy the southern California weather in the summer time and after a fourteen hour flight, it’s typically nice to rest for an evening. The taxi takes a quick swerve and the the sights in front of me turn from busy streets to graffiti stained, concrete walls. I quickly sit up and look towards the driver. Before I could say another word he pulls out onto a lighter street. Surely he’ll be getting a larger tip than I was planning. Once again, I rest my head up against the cold taxi window and being to drift off. My match with Vespertine unable to leave my mind. I think I’ll enjoy my victory this week. Defeating Vespertine will leave her with no excuses and it would force her to reconsider her approach to matches against me in the future. Perhaps I won’t have to wake up day after day to defend my name. That said, beating someone with her caliber would put me on another level. She’s proven she can handle the difference in size in her opponents. She doesn’t back down from anyone and confidently approaches every match with confidence. Obviously grown from her history however, she can’t rely on her history to give her confidence. How could anyone walk into a match where they were left in defeat a week earlier with such confidence? Fact is, no one can and this will be her downfall. It’s clear she’s desperate to make an impact in the UWF and despises putting in the hard yards to earn what we all strive to achieve. Desperation grows from the simple word of “research”. Research, so flawed she made a mockery of herself while simply creating false pretenses. The difference between us is not the depth of history each of us has respectively carved, the flashy move set from the one that simply gets the job done, rather, it’s the egos we carry. Vespertine has made mistakes time after time about recognizing the structure of this federation. The time of shows, the matches to which we compete in, etcetera. Humiliating errors which show signs of disrespect and a selfish attitude towards myself and everyone who has kept this place running for three years. I’m considering the fact that perhaps I may have bitten off more than I can chew myself, however, I refuse to allow someone to walk into this federation with their head firmly stuck up their ass. Underground will be a pivotal moment for the two of us. Both with it’s fair share of positive and negative outcomes. Although, she remains to be only half my worry. My mind switches from Vespertine to the Stairway to Heaven briefcase. All week I’ve thought over my decisions and the choice of words I will say on Underground and ultimately, there’s only one answer and one reasonable decision. The Ultimate Showdown provided that kick I longed for. To have what I have is something I can’t explain as words cannot express how I’m currently feeling. Rejuvenated, excited, confident. Three of many, many words that describe it. It’s been too long since I’ve had an opportunity like this and too long have I had to work hard. Perhaps I should have walked out and joined Shaker Jones, CF Schulze, Dean James and Richard Garcia when the title match on Underground fell apart. Shaker Jones simply made a statement and if that’s all that’s needed to get somewhere then perhaps I should have done it a long time ago. Nonetheless, the journey thus far will conclude soon. There is only one way this all ends and that is with the title once again clutched firmly in my hands. For the time being, Vespertine remains a roadblock. Nothing more, nothing less. Underground will see me making another step towards the UWF World Championship. My time as champion is nigh and so does the reality check set in place for Vespertine. She’ll realise her accomplishments and accolades don’t impress me, that I care very little of what she’s done in her seven year career and I’ll prove simply why I’m phenomenal. Storm clouds begin to roll in over Los Angeles, similar to those that covered my home before I had left. Rain begins to fall onto the windows of the taxi as people quickly duck for cover from the rather unexpected change in weather and the humidity begins to rise as I’m reminded of north Queensland in the summer. Once again, I thank God for my taste in clothes.The taxi takes a left and I’m abruptly snapped out of my day dreaming. I peer over my right shoulder as a doorman opens the taxi door with a wide smile across his face. “Welcome to our hotel.” He softly says with a slight tip of the hat. I turn towards the taxi driver and reach into my pocket. I pull my wallet out and flick through my abundance of American notes. I hand the man the fare and a large bonus for his detour from gridlocked traffic before sliding from one side of the taxi and slowly climb out as the doorman swings around to the trunk and pulls out my suitcase. Closing the door behind me and thanking the driver, I collect my bags and head towards the hotel doors. Just another day in my life. |
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