Post by Hakuna Hacaga on Mar 27, 2017 11:56:44 GMT
”Have you ever been dizzy? Like really dizzy?”
The scene came into view, Mateo Hacaga front and center as he sat upon a black metal folding chair that was set up in front of a wrestling ring. A smile plastered to his face, Mateo was dressed in what could only be his wrestling attire: a pair of black spandex pants, elbow pads secured on the folds of his arms, and his torso bared, revealing a decent amount of muscle tone on his upper body.
Leaning back just a bit, the cold chill of the metal against his bare flesh had chills running through his being. He placed his hands on those spandex covered knees, using that as leverage to rise up to a standing position. His hand moving up, he ran it through the thick, shaggy black hair covering the top of his head. Turning his body, he let his attention wander back towards the ring behind him.
”When you're dizzy, it's a different perspective. Nothing is as it seems. You can't focus, you struggle to keep your composure about you. That's what I do. A human tornado, so to say. That's my style, a style that I've honed and expanded thanks to mi familia at Machineworks. A style that I'm going to utilize to the fullest as I step into the Proving Grounds and do just that...prove myself.”
“Everyone has something to prove. My opponent, RJ Driscoll, included. But I'll get to him in a minute. I have so much to prove going into this match and it's not something I'm going to be able to prove right away, but know this: I'm going to keep fighting, I'm going to go out there and put my body on the line every single chance until I prove what I need to prove.”
“I am more than my father’s son. The path I walk won't be the same path he walked. I won't mimic his accomplishments, his talents. Instead? I'm going to gain my own accomplishments. I'm going to showcase my own talents. I am my own man and I am going to show everyone watching just that.”
Each step Mateo took brought him closer and closer to that ring. Sliding in under the bottom set of ropes, Mateo fluidly maneuvered up to his feet in a sort of a kneel, his arms extended outwards. He lowered his head, letting his eyes flutter close.
”I can't just say I'm going to win this match. I don't know RJ like that. All I can do is go in there and go everything I can to keep him down for three seconds. That's all it takes. That's all I need to do in this, my first match.”
Mateo pressed his hands into the stretched out canvas, pushing himself upwards back into that standing position.
”Without knowing who my father was for the beginning of my life, I knew wrestling is what I was meant to do, this is where I'm meant to be. Call it genetics or whatever you want. The fact is, this saved my life. It was a gift I graciously accepted and now, it's time to show the world what I'm going to do with it.”
“This is just the beginning. I don't know what impact I'm going to make. This time, I could be cheered, praised for going out there and giving those people a show they'll never forget. But next time? Next time they could hate me for what I do. Nobody really knows what's next to come. What I do know? It's a blank canvas, begging for someone to bring it to life.”
“My first match..”
A catch in the words of Mateo showed his nervousness going into this match.
”My chance to finally spread my wings and soar like the Phoenix. RJ Driscoll, I want you to hear my words. I want you to know I'm going to come at you with everything I've got. Your best might be better but I'll tell you this, you're in for a fight. You're going to need to dig as deeply as you go because this is something I've fought so hard for and I'm not about to let it slip through my fingers.”
“I wish you the best of luck. I think we’re both going to need it.”
The scene came into view, Mateo Hacaga front and center as he sat upon a black metal folding chair that was set up in front of a wrestling ring. A smile plastered to his face, Mateo was dressed in what could only be his wrestling attire: a pair of black spandex pants, elbow pads secured on the folds of his arms, and his torso bared, revealing a decent amount of muscle tone on his upper body.
Leaning back just a bit, the cold chill of the metal against his bare flesh had chills running through his being. He placed his hands on those spandex covered knees, using that as leverage to rise up to a standing position. His hand moving up, he ran it through the thick, shaggy black hair covering the top of his head. Turning his body, he let his attention wander back towards the ring behind him.
”When you're dizzy, it's a different perspective. Nothing is as it seems. You can't focus, you struggle to keep your composure about you. That's what I do. A human tornado, so to say. That's my style, a style that I've honed and expanded thanks to mi familia at Machineworks. A style that I'm going to utilize to the fullest as I step into the Proving Grounds and do just that...prove myself.”
“Everyone has something to prove. My opponent, RJ Driscoll, included. But I'll get to him in a minute. I have so much to prove going into this match and it's not something I'm going to be able to prove right away, but know this: I'm going to keep fighting, I'm going to go out there and put my body on the line every single chance until I prove what I need to prove.”
“I am more than my father’s son. The path I walk won't be the same path he walked. I won't mimic his accomplishments, his talents. Instead? I'm going to gain my own accomplishments. I'm going to showcase my own talents. I am my own man and I am going to show everyone watching just that.”
Each step Mateo took brought him closer and closer to that ring. Sliding in under the bottom set of ropes, Mateo fluidly maneuvered up to his feet in a sort of a kneel, his arms extended outwards. He lowered his head, letting his eyes flutter close.
”I can't just say I'm going to win this match. I don't know RJ like that. All I can do is go in there and go everything I can to keep him down for three seconds. That's all it takes. That's all I need to do in this, my first match.”
Mateo pressed his hands into the stretched out canvas, pushing himself upwards back into that standing position.
”Without knowing who my father was for the beginning of my life, I knew wrestling is what I was meant to do, this is where I'm meant to be. Call it genetics or whatever you want. The fact is, this saved my life. It was a gift I graciously accepted and now, it's time to show the world what I'm going to do with it.”
“This is just the beginning. I don't know what impact I'm going to make. This time, I could be cheered, praised for going out there and giving those people a show they'll never forget. But next time? Next time they could hate me for what I do. Nobody really knows what's next to come. What I do know? It's a blank canvas, begging for someone to bring it to life.”
“My first match..”
A catch in the words of Mateo showed his nervousness going into this match.
”My chance to finally spread my wings and soar like the Phoenix. RJ Driscoll, I want you to hear my words. I want you to know I'm going to come at you with everything I've got. Your best might be better but I'll tell you this, you're in for a fight. You're going to need to dig as deeply as you go because this is something I've fought so hard for and I'm not about to let it slip through my fingers.”
“I wish you the best of luck. I think we’re both going to need it.”