Post by turdferguson on Jan 3, 2018 19:50:45 GMT
Off Camera
November 1st, 2017
Early A.M.
Frisky's initial reaction to winning Boats and Throws had been shock and euphoria. It didn't feel like it was real, perhaps because it had never been a realistic option in her mind. Sure she went out there with every intention of winning, but given that she was only a few months removed from questioning whether she was cut out to do this full-time? The idea of earning herself a top title shot seemed ridiculous.
Furthermore, the idea of doing so by throwing people off a boat seemed like a weird fever dream. She'd tried her best to not put pressure on herself, knowing the slim odds, hence the ridiculous choice of costume. Going back to the WCS tower, she'd put that pressure on herself to win a cash prize despite the slim odds, only to have Sophie take her out. That crushing feeling of failure, knowing she had let herself hope that she'd find a quick fix to get her bills paid off was part of the reason she talked herself into avoiding seeking retribution on Sophie this night.
Granted, she got it anyways, but that was more a case of just living in the moment. She just happened to get rid of Sophie, then she just kept riding the wave, eliminated Nina and won the whole damn thing. Any post-match theatrics and celebration were just a continuation of that almost out of body feeling she was experiencing.
When she woke up the next morning, reality had set in.
It should have been exciting, but instead it made her groan, rub her eyes and roll over in bed-- she could feel a stress headache coming on. That didn't seem like it was the right reaction. This changed everything for her: the title shot coming up, the boost in profile, the payout for winning in iPPV main event, it seemed like it was going to solve a lot of her problems.
The fact was though, that everything changing meant a whole new set of challenges. Her current lifestyle was stressful and chaotic, but she was used to being broke, barely getting any sleep and juggling jobs. Now she had a bit of security, a bit of a cushion, and that meant a hell of a lot of pressure to make the most of it if she didn't want it to get ripped back out from under her. The extra time and resources she could devote to wrestling meant she needed to up her game. She needed to train better, and she needed-- as much as this made her shutter- to be a professional.
Maybe she had snuck up on people who felt a Cassius vs Anastasia title match was inevitable, but there wasn't going to be any doing that now. She'd have a target on her back, she'd continue to be facing killers every night, and now she'd be doing it as someone who was a legit threat to leapfrog over them-- not the kid getting a little bit of main event shine.
It was almost enough to make her wish she had taken that stupid Carbone guy up on his offer. Not really, she didn't want to sell out, but it'd be sort of nice to have someone to worry about all the out of the ring crap for her in a time like this-- even if they were taking advantage of her.
Because she'd been a wrestling fan long enough to know that this was a big opportunity for her, but it was also a chance to fall flat on her face. Sure there are people who fail in their first attempt at the big one, but there are also plenty of ones who get that shot at the big time and either flame the hell out, or become that person who can't get over the proverbial hump. Just look at last year's Boats and Throws winner: Faith never could beat Aurora or make that last step, and you could argue her latest failure to capitalize on that opportunity was what started her downward spiral to ... whatever the hell that was she pulled last night.
"Shit," she muttered under her breath, as the thought crossed her mind that she might be making some of the exact same mistakes by putting so much pressure on herself instead of staying loose. Realizing this was all too much to take in-- how happy to be right now, how to balance being too loose versus being too intense, which job she should give notie at first-- Frisky rolled over, burying her face in her pillow and trying to fall back asleep.
It was patently obvious she wasn't going to figure out any of those answers right now; she just hoped some of that clarity came sooner rather than later.
November 1st, 2017
Early A.M.
Frisky's initial reaction to winning Boats and Throws had been shock and euphoria. It didn't feel like it was real, perhaps because it had never been a realistic option in her mind. Sure she went out there with every intention of winning, but given that she was only a few months removed from questioning whether she was cut out to do this full-time? The idea of earning herself a top title shot seemed ridiculous.
Furthermore, the idea of doing so by throwing people off a boat seemed like a weird fever dream. She'd tried her best to not put pressure on herself, knowing the slim odds, hence the ridiculous choice of costume. Going back to the WCS tower, she'd put that pressure on herself to win a cash prize despite the slim odds, only to have Sophie take her out. That crushing feeling of failure, knowing she had let herself hope that she'd find a quick fix to get her bills paid off was part of the reason she talked herself into avoiding seeking retribution on Sophie this night.
Granted, she got it anyways, but that was more a case of just living in the moment. She just happened to get rid of Sophie, then she just kept riding the wave, eliminated Nina and won the whole damn thing. Any post-match theatrics and celebration were just a continuation of that almost out of body feeling she was experiencing.
When she woke up the next morning, reality had set in.
It should have been exciting, but instead it made her groan, rub her eyes and roll over in bed-- she could feel a stress headache coming on. That didn't seem like it was the right reaction. This changed everything for her: the title shot coming up, the boost in profile, the payout for winning in iPPV main event, it seemed like it was going to solve a lot of her problems.
The fact was though, that everything changing meant a whole new set of challenges. Her current lifestyle was stressful and chaotic, but she was used to being broke, barely getting any sleep and juggling jobs. Now she had a bit of security, a bit of a cushion, and that meant a hell of a lot of pressure to make the most of it if she didn't want it to get ripped back out from under her. The extra time and resources she could devote to wrestling meant she needed to up her game. She needed to train better, and she needed-- as much as this made her shutter- to be a professional.
Maybe she had snuck up on people who felt a Cassius vs Anastasia title match was inevitable, but there wasn't going to be any doing that now. She'd have a target on her back, she'd continue to be facing killers every night, and now she'd be doing it as someone who was a legit threat to leapfrog over them-- not the kid getting a little bit of main event shine.
It was almost enough to make her wish she had taken that stupid Carbone guy up on his offer. Not really, she didn't want to sell out, but it'd be sort of nice to have someone to worry about all the out of the ring crap for her in a time like this-- even if they were taking advantage of her.
Because she'd been a wrestling fan long enough to know that this was a big opportunity for her, but it was also a chance to fall flat on her face. Sure there are people who fail in their first attempt at the big one, but there are also plenty of ones who get that shot at the big time and either flame the hell out, or become that person who can't get over the proverbial hump. Just look at last year's Boats and Throws winner: Faith never could beat Aurora or make that last step, and you could argue her latest failure to capitalize on that opportunity was what started her downward spiral to ... whatever the hell that was she pulled last night.
"Shit," she muttered under her breath, as the thought crossed her mind that she might be making some of the exact same mistakes by putting so much pressure on herself instead of staying loose. Realizing this was all too much to take in-- how happy to be right now, how to balance being too loose versus being too intense, which job she should give notie at first-- Frisky rolled over, burying her face in her pillow and trying to fall back asleep.
It was patently obvious she wasn't going to figure out any of those answers right now; she just hoped some of that clarity came sooner rather than later.