Post by Zara Ivory on Nov 22, 2022 0:06:53 GMT -5
“There are people in the world that think success equates to what one is or should be thankful for. Why wouldn’t someone be thankful if they’re doing well in their career of choice, though?”
Zara paused as she looked around the locker room that she was sitting in for the rest of the XIX show. It was clear that it wasn’t one of the multi-person shared rooms, but it had been turned into a shared one. In all technicality, the locker room was her boyfriend’s…a perk of him being the World Champion for the company. The green-haired woman ran a hand through her wet hair, her having gotten showered and changed already since her elimination from the battle royal for the company’s new title.
“I suspect a lot of people will talk about how they’re thankful for their family and friends, especially. I mean people in general are like that around Thanksgiving, but when you do what we do for a living…it just feels easier, in a way, when you have some family that supports you.
Considering the holiday that was coming up, she wouldn’t be surprised to hear that talk a lot but Zara showed that thankfulness every day whether it be publicly or privately. She grew up where every day was meant to be used to show the thankfulness for loved ones, not just certain days. Now that wasn’t to say they didn’t focus on those days as well if they chose to, but that was neither here nor there.
“I guess those that are seen as workaholics would be the ones that would be thankful for their careers, so I guess that’s where I fall because that’s exactly what I’m thankful for. The first year of my professional career has been more than I could ever anticipate that it would have been, and I’ve been extremely thankful for it.”
In the background, the distinct sound of a crowd cheering could vaguely be heard. Without being at a screen backstage, Zara had no idea what was going on in the show, but it didn’t matter much to her…yet. The only match she was concerned about at that point was the main event, but she hadn’t heard the faint, yet distinct sound of the bell ringing to signal the end of the battle royal yet.
“The last year has seen me have so many ups and downs in how my success went, and the last few months have been what has really gone my way. I joined the Queens of Chaos, and everything just went up from there. I had the faith within me to know that I would eventually make a name for myself, become a household name, but I never dreamed it would be within a year of going professional.”
Zara shook her head a little, her still somewhat damp hair not really moving when she did so. She sat there quietly for a few minutes, thinking back on what going professional had brought to her life. Yeah, like she had mentioned, she had quite a few ups and downs, but who didn’t when it came to wrestling?
“I can, thankfully I might add, say that I had gone without an injury that kept me out of the ring, until Halloween at least. But even then, I was only out for a couple of weeks compared to having to be out for months like some have had to be before. Granted, I’ve probably now jinxed myself, but it is what it is.”
The young woman shrugged a little, a smile coming to her face. She glanced over to where her couple of duffle bags were…one holding her ring gear from the evening and the other holding the titles that she currently held. She had been hoping to add a third one to it that evening, but that evidently wasn’t in the cards for her quite yet. Zara pushed herself out of the chair then made her way over to the bags, grabbing the one with her titles in it before sitting back down. Unzipping the bag, she pulled the Zion Wrestling Gateway Championship as well as the Prime Canadian Wrestling Train Wreck out of the bag, placing one belt on each leg. She gently ran her fingers over the titles then let out a sigh.
“I knew I would have to work hard no matter where I went; I was prepared for that. But I was given opportunities, ones that helped me grow as a wrestler whether I won them or lost them. The nights I won these though…those were the nights that I REALLY grew, the nights that I knew I had made the right choice. They were the nights that I was extremely thankful to be a wrestler, to have taken the next step in my career when I had.”
Her voice had softened some as she thought back to the nights in question. Zara, if she was being honest with herself and those wondering, had to admit that she was just going about the movements for a while. That wasn’t to say that she had stopped giving everything she should in her matches during that time, but it had felt like she hadn’t been going anywhere.
“I was thankful when Jessi Ozbourne approached me about joining the Queens of Chaos. I was given a new purpose in a career that I had dreamed about for years. The Queens are more than just a stable that’s proven themselves everywhere they go. The Queens are a family, a sisterhood. Now trust me, I’m not lacking in siblings considering I’m one of 6 kids with a shit ton of cousins added into that mix as well…but there were only ever 3 females counting myself.”
Zara paused and listened to the sounds of the crowd that floated to the backstage areas. The very same audience that she had just taken part in entertaining twice in the evening. The young woman wasn’t sure how long she had been in the locker room in general or alone, for that matter. Glancing down at the titles again, she slowly put them back into the duffle bag that she used to carry them in.
“I’ve only gone up since joining the Queens. I’ve won 2 titles after joining and am in line for another title along with 2 of my sisters from the group. I have people that have my back in a fight if it comes down to it because, while I love my cousin, I don’t want her getting involved like that if it can be helped. But wrestling brought me more than just a sisterhood to be a part of, to be thankful for.”
The Filipino woman looked around the locker room, a small grin on her face when she saw her boyfriend’s bag as well. She listened to the sound reverberating back to the locker rooms’ area again, a light nod when she heard the faint noise of the bell sounding and the crowd cheering louder.
“Wrestling has brought love. Not just a love for this business, which I already had, but it was essentially a year ago at the first XIX show that Marcus and I went out. Best decision I had ever made, really. I wouldn’t have met Marcus without having this career. But it hasn’t brought love to just me at this point. My cousin, my sister, Hell, even my best friend have found love since I started wrestling, but it’s been because of my career that they met their other halves.
And because of bringing my cousin in as my manager, it helped change her life around. She was in a bad place, but getting her away from the environment and having her around new people…it was such a difference for her. It helped take her off of a destructive road, and there’s nothing in this world that I would change for that. We grew up like sisters, so when I was able to do something for her, I jumped at the chance to do it. I know she’s thankful for it, but I don’t think she’ll ever realize just how thankful I am to have her mostly back to herself.
So don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for my family, my friends, for Marcus…but wrestling has been something that has brought so much into my life that it’s the ultimate thing for me to be thankful for this year.”
Zara smiled as she thought about what had come from the last year of her life. A small sight left her lips before her mood changed a little.
“But when it comes to being thankful, there’s always the little voice in the back of my head of I should win. I should have been the winner or I will be the winner. Tonight, for example, I don’t know who won the battle royal for XIX’s new championship, I still feel like it should have been me. Will I congratulate them later on? Of course, that’s just good sportsmanship and being a decent person.”
Zara shrugged a little as she sighed again, running a hand through her drying hair and wincing when her fingers got snagged in some knots that had formed. She yanked her fingers through, wincing a little again, but it didn’t stop her from continuing on.
“Everyone thinks they should win though, don’t they? I guess in some cases, they do deserve it, but when you put yourself through Hell and back, do more than everyone thinks you’re capable of? Yeah, you live in a constant state of feeling like you deserve all the winning that you can get.”
Zara licked her lips a little, taking a small pause. She leaned forward, putting her arms on her knees. Of course there was the topic of the car from Kayfabe Airlines when it came to the reason behind deserving to win.
“That car from Kayfabe Airlines? Why do I deserve to win it? I’m a woman making a name for myself in the wrestling world. I’m making waves in multiple companies, and while Kayfabe Airlines itself has been a Godsend in helping me get where I need to go in time, do you think there’s been much extra time in getting to see the family that I don’t travel with or that doesn’t fly out to see me wrestle?
I don’t think I’ve seen my parents since September, same with my grandparents who mean the world to me. Winning that vehicle…I wouldn’t have to worry about leaving to make flights so I get to my shows on time. I wouldn’t have to worry about if I’m even going to make a show at all. I know we sacrifice family time with this career, but when you’re from a culture that’s highly family oriented, it’s hard to change your life around to fit that. When you have family emergencies like my cousin had this week, all you want to do is drop everything to be there for them when they need you. I couldn’t do that this time, and it’s been eating me up. Have I been able to talk to her? Of course, but that’s nothing compared to physically being there.
Do others deserve to win as well? Sure, that’s certainly a given, but a lot of these people aren’t still trying to prove themselves. They aren’t still trying to make a name for themselves, give themselves a reputation that ends up preceding them. I am still trying to do that, despite what I’ve accomplished over the last several months. Having that vehicle would make it even easier for me to ensure that I’m able to properly do that…be a proper wrestler, a proper champion. If I win, I win…if I don’t then I don’t, but no one will ever be able to say that I didn’t at least try.”
Zara paused when she heard music playing over the arena speakers, and the woman leaned back only to push herself out of the chair that she was sitting in.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a main event to go watch.”
Zara paused as she looked around the locker room that she was sitting in for the rest of the XIX show. It was clear that it wasn’t one of the multi-person shared rooms, but it had been turned into a shared one. In all technicality, the locker room was her boyfriend’s…a perk of him being the World Champion for the company. The green-haired woman ran a hand through her wet hair, her having gotten showered and changed already since her elimination from the battle royal for the company’s new title.
“I suspect a lot of people will talk about how they’re thankful for their family and friends, especially. I mean people in general are like that around Thanksgiving, but when you do what we do for a living…it just feels easier, in a way, when you have some family that supports you.
Considering the holiday that was coming up, she wouldn’t be surprised to hear that talk a lot but Zara showed that thankfulness every day whether it be publicly or privately. She grew up where every day was meant to be used to show the thankfulness for loved ones, not just certain days. Now that wasn’t to say they didn’t focus on those days as well if they chose to, but that was neither here nor there.
“I guess those that are seen as workaholics would be the ones that would be thankful for their careers, so I guess that’s where I fall because that’s exactly what I’m thankful for. The first year of my professional career has been more than I could ever anticipate that it would have been, and I’ve been extremely thankful for it.”
In the background, the distinct sound of a crowd cheering could vaguely be heard. Without being at a screen backstage, Zara had no idea what was going on in the show, but it didn’t matter much to her…yet. The only match she was concerned about at that point was the main event, but she hadn’t heard the faint, yet distinct sound of the bell ringing to signal the end of the battle royal yet.
“The last year has seen me have so many ups and downs in how my success went, and the last few months have been what has really gone my way. I joined the Queens of Chaos, and everything just went up from there. I had the faith within me to know that I would eventually make a name for myself, become a household name, but I never dreamed it would be within a year of going professional.”
Zara shook her head a little, her still somewhat damp hair not really moving when she did so. She sat there quietly for a few minutes, thinking back on what going professional had brought to her life. Yeah, like she had mentioned, she had quite a few ups and downs, but who didn’t when it came to wrestling?
“I can, thankfully I might add, say that I had gone without an injury that kept me out of the ring, until Halloween at least. But even then, I was only out for a couple of weeks compared to having to be out for months like some have had to be before. Granted, I’ve probably now jinxed myself, but it is what it is.”
The young woman shrugged a little, a smile coming to her face. She glanced over to where her couple of duffle bags were…one holding her ring gear from the evening and the other holding the titles that she currently held. She had been hoping to add a third one to it that evening, but that evidently wasn’t in the cards for her quite yet. Zara pushed herself out of the chair then made her way over to the bags, grabbing the one with her titles in it before sitting back down. Unzipping the bag, she pulled the Zion Wrestling Gateway Championship as well as the Prime Canadian Wrestling Train Wreck out of the bag, placing one belt on each leg. She gently ran her fingers over the titles then let out a sigh.
“I knew I would have to work hard no matter where I went; I was prepared for that. But I was given opportunities, ones that helped me grow as a wrestler whether I won them or lost them. The nights I won these though…those were the nights that I REALLY grew, the nights that I knew I had made the right choice. They were the nights that I was extremely thankful to be a wrestler, to have taken the next step in my career when I had.”
Her voice had softened some as she thought back to the nights in question. Zara, if she was being honest with herself and those wondering, had to admit that she was just going about the movements for a while. That wasn’t to say that she had stopped giving everything she should in her matches during that time, but it had felt like she hadn’t been going anywhere.
“I was thankful when Jessi Ozbourne approached me about joining the Queens of Chaos. I was given a new purpose in a career that I had dreamed about for years. The Queens are more than just a stable that’s proven themselves everywhere they go. The Queens are a family, a sisterhood. Now trust me, I’m not lacking in siblings considering I’m one of 6 kids with a shit ton of cousins added into that mix as well…but there were only ever 3 females counting myself.”
Zara paused and listened to the sounds of the crowd that floated to the backstage areas. The very same audience that she had just taken part in entertaining twice in the evening. The young woman wasn’t sure how long she had been in the locker room in general or alone, for that matter. Glancing down at the titles again, she slowly put them back into the duffle bag that she used to carry them in.
“I’ve only gone up since joining the Queens. I’ve won 2 titles after joining and am in line for another title along with 2 of my sisters from the group. I have people that have my back in a fight if it comes down to it because, while I love my cousin, I don’t want her getting involved like that if it can be helped. But wrestling brought me more than just a sisterhood to be a part of, to be thankful for.”
The Filipino woman looked around the locker room, a small grin on her face when she saw her boyfriend’s bag as well. She listened to the sound reverberating back to the locker rooms’ area again, a light nod when she heard the faint noise of the bell sounding and the crowd cheering louder.
“Wrestling has brought love. Not just a love for this business, which I already had, but it was essentially a year ago at the first XIX show that Marcus and I went out. Best decision I had ever made, really. I wouldn’t have met Marcus without having this career. But it hasn’t brought love to just me at this point. My cousin, my sister, Hell, even my best friend have found love since I started wrestling, but it’s been because of my career that they met their other halves.
And because of bringing my cousin in as my manager, it helped change her life around. She was in a bad place, but getting her away from the environment and having her around new people…it was such a difference for her. It helped take her off of a destructive road, and there’s nothing in this world that I would change for that. We grew up like sisters, so when I was able to do something for her, I jumped at the chance to do it. I know she’s thankful for it, but I don’t think she’ll ever realize just how thankful I am to have her mostly back to herself.
So don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for my family, my friends, for Marcus…but wrestling has been something that has brought so much into my life that it’s the ultimate thing for me to be thankful for this year.”
Zara smiled as she thought about what had come from the last year of her life. A small sight left her lips before her mood changed a little.
“But when it comes to being thankful, there’s always the little voice in the back of my head of I should win. I should have been the winner or I will be the winner. Tonight, for example, I don’t know who won the battle royal for XIX’s new championship, I still feel like it should have been me. Will I congratulate them later on? Of course, that’s just good sportsmanship and being a decent person.”
Zara shrugged a little as she sighed again, running a hand through her drying hair and wincing when her fingers got snagged in some knots that had formed. She yanked her fingers through, wincing a little again, but it didn’t stop her from continuing on.
“Everyone thinks they should win though, don’t they? I guess in some cases, they do deserve it, but when you put yourself through Hell and back, do more than everyone thinks you’re capable of? Yeah, you live in a constant state of feeling like you deserve all the winning that you can get.”
Zara licked her lips a little, taking a small pause. She leaned forward, putting her arms on her knees. Of course there was the topic of the car from Kayfabe Airlines when it came to the reason behind deserving to win.
“That car from Kayfabe Airlines? Why do I deserve to win it? I’m a woman making a name for myself in the wrestling world. I’m making waves in multiple companies, and while Kayfabe Airlines itself has been a Godsend in helping me get where I need to go in time, do you think there’s been much extra time in getting to see the family that I don’t travel with or that doesn’t fly out to see me wrestle?
I don’t think I’ve seen my parents since September, same with my grandparents who mean the world to me. Winning that vehicle…I wouldn’t have to worry about leaving to make flights so I get to my shows on time. I wouldn’t have to worry about if I’m even going to make a show at all. I know we sacrifice family time with this career, but when you’re from a culture that’s highly family oriented, it’s hard to change your life around to fit that. When you have family emergencies like my cousin had this week, all you want to do is drop everything to be there for them when they need you. I couldn’t do that this time, and it’s been eating me up. Have I been able to talk to her? Of course, but that’s nothing compared to physically being there.
Do others deserve to win as well? Sure, that’s certainly a given, but a lot of these people aren’t still trying to prove themselves. They aren’t still trying to make a name for themselves, give themselves a reputation that ends up preceding them. I am still trying to do that, despite what I’ve accomplished over the last several months. Having that vehicle would make it even easier for me to ensure that I’m able to properly do that…be a proper wrestler, a proper champion. If I win, I win…if I don’t then I don’t, but no one will ever be able to say that I didn’t at least try.”
Zara paused when she heard music playing over the arena speakers, and the woman leaned back only to push herself out of the chair that she was sitting in.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a main event to go watch.”