Post by Merlot Ayano on Apr 2, 2017 22:50:06 GMT
Sweat and hard work—it's all that Merlot Ayano really knew. It’s all that she’d really done. That drive, the will to perform at her best, it was was instilled in her during her time at Zero/FOUR Dojo in Japan. Her family’s gym taught her the basics, but Zero/FOUR planted the seeds that would allow her to grow into wrestler that she would ultimately become. “The road to glory is paved by the aches of one’s muscles.” Those impactful and wise word were spoken by Merlot’s trainer and sensei, Natsuko Aimi.
Destiny, Proving Ground’s first event, had gone off without a hitch. To many, it was a grand night, a historic event. And, Merlot had been apart of it. She felt honored to be apart of it...
In the back of her mind, Merlot knew that she should have been happy. She should have been joyous. A magical feeling should have washed over Merlot’s body—she had taken part in wrestling history, after all.
Yet, that magical feeling hadn’t washed over here. And honestly, she didn’t feel content, happy, or joyous.
After Destiny had ended, after all the lights had been turned off and everyone left, Merlot sat in the Mandalay Bay Events Center for a little while. As she did, a flood of disappointment began to engulf her.
To Merlot, losing to McKena Hardy would have almost been better. To fight her way to the main event, to survive the brutality of the match, to come in third, missing the opportunity to become PGW Champion by just a hair—it hurt. It hurt a lot.
Her disappointment followed her to the car. It followed her to the all night buffet. And it followed her home. It remained with her for a few hours. However, as she lay in her bed watching Narcos, something changed. That disappointment was replaced by an intense sense of determination.
“One...Two...Three!” Carly Mack shouted to Merlot. Her voice shared the airwaves with Merlot’s own grunts as she carried on with her morning deadlift squat regiment. “You’re doing great babe. Keep that focus! You’ve got a couple more to do. Just keep pushing.”
The Ayano woman gritted her teeth, gripped on even tighter to the weight bar, and continued to squat.
“...Four...Five!” Carly darts in and helps Merlot place the weight bar back on the holster. She then gives Merlot a small hug. “Damn, you cleared 175 lbs without much trouble at all. You’re on fire.”
As she regained her breath, Merlot shook her head. “No fire, just focused.” She nodded her head. “Just...just need to get stronger. Hai!”
Destiny, Proving Ground’s first event, had gone off without a hitch. To many, it was a grand night, a historic event. And, Merlot had been apart of it. She felt honored to be apart of it...
In the back of her mind, Merlot knew that she should have been happy. She should have been joyous. A magical feeling should have washed over Merlot’s body—she had taken part in wrestling history, after all.
Yet, that magical feeling hadn’t washed over here. And honestly, she didn’t feel content, happy, or joyous.
After Destiny had ended, after all the lights had been turned off and everyone left, Merlot sat in the Mandalay Bay Events Center for a little while. As she did, a flood of disappointment began to engulf her.
To Merlot, losing to McKena Hardy would have almost been better. To fight her way to the main event, to survive the brutality of the match, to come in third, missing the opportunity to become PGW Champion by just a hair—it hurt. It hurt a lot.
Her disappointment followed her to the car. It followed her to the all night buffet. And it followed her home. It remained with her for a few hours. However, as she lay in her bed watching Narcos, something changed. That disappointment was replaced by an intense sense of determination.
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“One...Two...Three!” Carly Mack shouted to Merlot. Her voice shared the airwaves with Merlot’s own grunts as she carried on with her morning deadlift squat regiment. “You’re doing great babe. Keep that focus! You’ve got a couple more to do. Just keep pushing.”
The Ayano woman gritted her teeth, gripped on even tighter to the weight bar, and continued to squat.
“...Four...Five!” Carly darts in and helps Merlot place the weight bar back on the holster. She then gives Merlot a small hug. “Damn, you cleared 175 lbs without much trouble at all. You’re on fire.”
As she regained her breath, Merlot shook her head. “No fire, just focused.” She nodded her head. “Just...just need to get stronger. Hai!”