Post by Andy D on Aug 22, 2016 15:01:21 GMT -5
You really want to know what it feels like to be the clown at midnight? Where there's only ever one joke and it's always on you? Well, here you are. Now do you get it? - The Joker [Batman #681]
In any career in professional sports there are ups and there are downs. Take Usain Bolt, won all 3 main sprint gold medals (100m, 200m, 4x100m relay) at 3 consecutive Olympic Games. Considered the fastest man alive. That’s about as up as you can get. Of course he may end up losing one of those as one of his relay team mates in Beijing is rumoured to have tested positive in the historic drugs re-testing scandal that’s rocking the whole of athletics at the moment. Which would be a down.
Speaking of losing gold. Yup, I find myself once again needing a new belt to hold up my trousers, and unfortunately the buckle on that wont nearly be as big or as shiny as the last one. On the ups and down’s list, I am defiantly on the down.
I knew it was going to be tough against a competitor such as Seromine, especially with all those ‘followers’ that keep accompanying him. I’d researched their behaviour before our match and knew they wouldn’t interfere on their own accord, but damn if they weren’t still a distraction. Not that that’s an excuse of course, at the end the day Seromine beat me and got the title. And considering how tenacious he was trying to get hold of it, and how much he had constantly threatened to take my blood as well as the belt, I’m probably lucky that the International Title is all I lost. It sucks, yes, but it’s not the end of the world.
However the internet seems to treat it entirely differently. There seems to be 3 different types of comments that are directed at stuff (not even just me here, just in general), the people who seem to be super supportive of you, who are over excited when you win and are majorly upset if you lose (a.k.a the superfan), there’s the people who are the opposite, who laugh at you when you lose and criticise you when you win (a.k.a the haters), and then there the people who just hurl abuse at you at you at every single opportunity (a.k.a the wankers).
And oh boy are both the haters and the wankers are having a field day right now. I wont go on to repeat what they’ve been saying as its mostly been vial, but let’s just sum it up by saying they’re happy I lost the belt and not happy that Seromine didn’t kill me in the process. And then to add to all the negativity comments, comes my T197 match. Tyrone Crazy Boy Smith. It’s like my life is one bad joke right now.
Even the superfans are struggling to get hyped for this one, and the rest are all ready just ripping it to shreds just because of how many time’s we’ve done this dance. They look at this as the same old repeated nonsense, but in reality nothing is further from the truth. Because we’ve done this so many times before, because we’ve locked up in the middle of the ring so many times before, this is becoming a nightmare of a match up for us.
We knew each other well in the ring many years ago from working together, when we turned into rivals, it took some doing in order to outsmart each other and gain a victory. Now skip a decade later and it is getting damn near impossible to stay one step ahead in order to eke out a victory. At this point its becoming more about psychology in the ring than the moves themselves.
And Crazy Boy was never a slouch either. Every time he has pushed me to my limits in order to try and beat me and I’ve had to push beyond them in order to beat him. And each time I do I learn a bit more about what I’m truly capable of, along with what Crazy Boy is willing to do to win. And I have no doubt it’s the exact same for him as I push him to his limits and he pushes beyond them as well. As that’s all we can do at this point.
So while I understand that to you this may seem like the same old same old. Crazy Boy versus Andy D on repeat, to us it’ll be the hardest, most epic match that we can be in right now. It’ll be tougher to win than any championship belt against anybody else on the roster.
But the wankers will sill probably insult me at every opportunity like a really bad joke that nobody’s laughing at. It seems to be the only thing they know how to type.
In any career in professional sports there are ups and there are downs. Take Usain Bolt, won all 3 main sprint gold medals (100m, 200m, 4x100m relay) at 3 consecutive Olympic Games. Considered the fastest man alive. That’s about as up as you can get. Of course he may end up losing one of those as one of his relay team mates in Beijing is rumoured to have tested positive in the historic drugs re-testing scandal that’s rocking the whole of athletics at the moment. Which would be a down.
Speaking of losing gold. Yup, I find myself once again needing a new belt to hold up my trousers, and unfortunately the buckle on that wont nearly be as big or as shiny as the last one. On the ups and down’s list, I am defiantly on the down.
I knew it was going to be tough against a competitor such as Seromine, especially with all those ‘followers’ that keep accompanying him. I’d researched their behaviour before our match and knew they wouldn’t interfere on their own accord, but damn if they weren’t still a distraction. Not that that’s an excuse of course, at the end the day Seromine beat me and got the title. And considering how tenacious he was trying to get hold of it, and how much he had constantly threatened to take my blood as well as the belt, I’m probably lucky that the International Title is all I lost. It sucks, yes, but it’s not the end of the world.
However the internet seems to treat it entirely differently. There seems to be 3 different types of comments that are directed at stuff (not even just me here, just in general), the people who seem to be super supportive of you, who are over excited when you win and are majorly upset if you lose (a.k.a the superfan), there’s the people who are the opposite, who laugh at you when you lose and criticise you when you win (a.k.a the haters), and then there the people who just hurl abuse at you at you at every single opportunity (a.k.a the wankers).
And oh boy are both the haters and the wankers are having a field day right now. I wont go on to repeat what they’ve been saying as its mostly been vial, but let’s just sum it up by saying they’re happy I lost the belt and not happy that Seromine didn’t kill me in the process. And then to add to all the negativity comments, comes my T197 match. Tyrone Crazy Boy Smith. It’s like my life is one bad joke right now.
Even the superfans are struggling to get hyped for this one, and the rest are all ready just ripping it to shreds just because of how many time’s we’ve done this dance. They look at this as the same old repeated nonsense, but in reality nothing is further from the truth. Because we’ve done this so many times before, because we’ve locked up in the middle of the ring so many times before, this is becoming a nightmare of a match up for us.
We knew each other well in the ring many years ago from working together, when we turned into rivals, it took some doing in order to outsmart each other and gain a victory. Now skip a decade later and it is getting damn near impossible to stay one step ahead in order to eke out a victory. At this point its becoming more about psychology in the ring than the moves themselves.
And Crazy Boy was never a slouch either. Every time he has pushed me to my limits in order to try and beat me and I’ve had to push beyond them in order to beat him. And each time I do I learn a bit more about what I’m truly capable of, along with what Crazy Boy is willing to do to win. And I have no doubt it’s the exact same for him as I push him to his limits and he pushes beyond them as well. As that’s all we can do at this point.
So while I understand that to you this may seem like the same old same old. Crazy Boy versus Andy D on repeat, to us it’ll be the hardest, most epic match that we can be in right now. It’ll be tougher to win than any championship belt against anybody else on the roster.
But the wankers will sill probably insult me at every opportunity like a really bad joke that nobody’s laughing at. It seems to be the only thing they know how to type.
