Post by Andy D on Jun 6, 2016 17:47:48 GMT -5
I know that there’s plenty more fish in the sea. But that girl’s the best catch in fifty thousand leagues – Lower Than Atlantis; Deadliest Catch
I know I can be pretty open about my life in these little ‘conversations’ with you, but I think on the grounds of taste, decency and the prevention of being murdered by my girlfriend, I think its best if I keep the intimate details of our ‘bedroom’ antics (or wherever we decide to antic) completely private and confidential.
That said, the sex after winning a title belt is fucking amazing.
I can’t rest too much on my laurels though. And I’m not talking about my relationship, although that sentiment does apply. After all Becks and I haven’t been together all that long, I mean if you don’t count the year of flirting over the internet while I had a jolly across Europe (well most of it was a jolly, some of it I got my face pounded in by a 7 foot mounting named Björn).
There’s also the whole I’m ‘out of practice’ thing when it comes to dating. I mean my last serious relationship was… well if you have to spend so long working it out how long its been, its been too long.
But I digress. No the real reason I said that I cannot rest on my laurels is actually two fold. In the long term there’s added pressure in being a champion, especially after somebody decides to stick a target on your back. You need to appear more strong and capable to even be considered worthy holding the belt. You need to be able to stand up to the toughest challenges to prove that your belt is not that easy to take from around your waste.
And of course that leads me into the short term reason I can’t rest on my laurels. Grimm.
I may be no stranger to facing Grimm in the ring, nor while he’s been world champion. But that was a long time ago and it’s best not to dwell on it. Grimm is one of those that may never seem to evolve in his ring style but yet doesn’t need to since what he does is so effective. Grimm often is driven simply by doing what needs to be done. A force of nature, like an earthquake or a hurricane. Sometimes all you can do when you’re faced with Grimm is survive.
Of course that does not mean that I fear facing Grimm. Cautious, perhaps, about what could be and just how destructive Grimm has decided this match should become. But I have faced Grimm before and I have bested him on more than one occasion. Still between confidence and concern there is a fine line to walk for this match.
Much like there is a fine line to walk with romance.
Moving aside the training and mental preparation I’m now undertaking for both Grimm and my International Title reign which is giving me less free time than usual, I still struggle with the whole ‘being romantic’ bit. I mean Becks is cool and she’s fine just ‘hanging out’ and simply spending time getting a couple of drinks down the pub or snuggled up on the couch with a takeaway and the latest episode of The Walking Dead on the TV. Personally I don’t see the appeal of the show, but that may be because I’ve spent a lot of time with a couple of brain dead idiots who probably shouldn’t be alive these days yet somehow are.
But the thing is I want to be romantic. I want to give surprise gifts, I want to do candlelit dinners, I want to whisk becks away on a romantic getaway vacation. The problem with the vacation is its a struggle to do spontaneously and fit within both of our schedules. The gifts I don’t if I should go extravagant or simplistic and the candlelit dinner… well lets just say I should look into some cooking lessons.
But I’m not backing down from the challenge. How could I when I’m not backing down from Grimm, not backing down from whomever may come after my title belt. This is simply one more personal fault to learn from, overcome and conquer.
And when I do eventually overcome it, it’ll make a beating from Grimm seem like… well it’ll still seem like a beating from Grimm. Just with a really pretty girl nursing me back to health.
I know I can be pretty open about my life in these little ‘conversations’ with you, but I think on the grounds of taste, decency and the prevention of being murdered by my girlfriend, I think its best if I keep the intimate details of our ‘bedroom’ antics (or wherever we decide to antic) completely private and confidential.
That said, the sex after winning a title belt is fucking amazing.
I can’t rest too much on my laurels though. And I’m not talking about my relationship, although that sentiment does apply. After all Becks and I haven’t been together all that long, I mean if you don’t count the year of flirting over the internet while I had a jolly across Europe (well most of it was a jolly, some of it I got my face pounded in by a 7 foot mounting named Björn).
There’s also the whole I’m ‘out of practice’ thing when it comes to dating. I mean my last serious relationship was… well if you have to spend so long working it out how long its been, its been too long.
But I digress. No the real reason I said that I cannot rest on my laurels is actually two fold. In the long term there’s added pressure in being a champion, especially after somebody decides to stick a target on your back. You need to appear more strong and capable to even be considered worthy holding the belt. You need to be able to stand up to the toughest challenges to prove that your belt is not that easy to take from around your waste.
And of course that leads me into the short term reason I can’t rest on my laurels. Grimm.
I may be no stranger to facing Grimm in the ring, nor while he’s been world champion. But that was a long time ago and it’s best not to dwell on it. Grimm is one of those that may never seem to evolve in his ring style but yet doesn’t need to since what he does is so effective. Grimm often is driven simply by doing what needs to be done. A force of nature, like an earthquake or a hurricane. Sometimes all you can do when you’re faced with Grimm is survive.
Of course that does not mean that I fear facing Grimm. Cautious, perhaps, about what could be and just how destructive Grimm has decided this match should become. But I have faced Grimm before and I have bested him on more than one occasion. Still between confidence and concern there is a fine line to walk for this match.
Much like there is a fine line to walk with romance.
Moving aside the training and mental preparation I’m now undertaking for both Grimm and my International Title reign which is giving me less free time than usual, I still struggle with the whole ‘being romantic’ bit. I mean Becks is cool and she’s fine just ‘hanging out’ and simply spending time getting a couple of drinks down the pub or snuggled up on the couch with a takeaway and the latest episode of The Walking Dead on the TV. Personally I don’t see the appeal of the show, but that may be because I’ve spent a lot of time with a couple of brain dead idiots who probably shouldn’t be alive these days yet somehow are.
But the thing is I want to be romantic. I want to give surprise gifts, I want to do candlelit dinners, I want to whisk becks away on a romantic getaway vacation. The problem with the vacation is its a struggle to do spontaneously and fit within both of our schedules. The gifts I don’t if I should go extravagant or simplistic and the candlelit dinner… well lets just say I should look into some cooking lessons.
But I’m not backing down from the challenge. How could I when I’m not backing down from Grimm, not backing down from whomever may come after my title belt. This is simply one more personal fault to learn from, overcome and conquer.
And when I do eventually overcome it, it’ll make a beating from Grimm seem like… well it’ll still seem like a beating from Grimm. Just with a really pretty girl nursing me back to health.
