Post by Lava on Nov 16, 2014 22:48:28 GMT
THE ACADEMIC
MEETS
THE PRACTICAL
MEETS
THE PRACTICAL
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Weston 'The Intellectual' Alexander. The smartest man in MetroPRO.
'The Silencer' Lava. The most driven woman in MetroPRO.
Something will have to give.
An interesting move by Mort Goodman,
Taking two of his brightest and putting them against each other in the very first round.
One might question the strategy of such a move, but as the saying goes,
"Ours is not to question why, ours is but to do or die".
Nonetheless, it's an interesting choice.
Our submission skills cancel each other out effectively
We're both among the absolute best submission fighters in the world.
There's and equal chance either of us could catch the other,
And just as equal a chance the we could counter anything the other offers.
Alexander is a combat sports genius.
He's a brilliant ring-general and his technique is flawless,
And that means a lot coming from someone,
That scores in the top 20% of both of those categories themselves.
I can't out-think him in the ring,it's true and his technique is sharper than mine.
Although I can hang with him better in both those departments than most of the roster.
One lucky point for me is this:
Through his experience, Alexander is much more used to dealing with the chaos of a pro-wrestling ring than I.
Very, very much so in fact.
However, Weston is not a cheater.
Weston won't be bringing an ally to the ring to distract me, so the biggest hole in my game comes off the table.
From there we are pretty closely matched.
His endurance, stamina and composure are slightly better, and he's a scratch better at taking a punch.
I am faster, stronger, have a better mat game and hit much, much harder than he does.
Neither of us fly. Neither of us cheat.
But here's the thing... I finish fights.
I may not be as smart as Weston Alexander,
But I'm smart enough to know how to win this fight.
First off, when judging results from a combine,
His endurance and stamina might seem higher than mine,
But you have to measure these things against the opposition that they actually face.
Weston hits like he's got pillows strapped to his hands,
And his throws and his slams aren't much better.
I have steel fists, steel elbows, steel knees,
And I slam harder than a guy who has 7" in height and 60 lbs weight on me.
So the stamina & endurance numbers might look a little different,
After I've hit him a few times.
I've said it before, I'll say it again...
I've traveled half-way across the globe for this opportunity.
I've left friends, family and a successful MMA career behind,
All at only 24 years old,
To travel to America and fight for the dream I've had my whole life.
This is everything to me.
That's why I make the sacrifices that I make.
That's why I'm in a dark, dirty, noisy gym,
While other girls my age are in dark, dirty, noisy nightclubs.
That's why I'm sparring as other MetroPro athletes do photo shoots and signings.
That's why I'm alone.
People say 'Come have some fun!' like they think that I don't know exactly what I'm missing.
They laugh & they dance while I bleed & I sweat.
And they think that they know something that I don't.
But they don't.
I know what I've giving up, every single day.
I know the extent of all my sacrifices, and I know what they're costing me.
But I also know what I gain in the exchange.
I know what I want, I've always known.
I want to be the best.
Not good.
Not great.
The absolute best ever.
Some people think they can have it all.
Some athletes in this business think that they can be the best,
And achieve that goal while still having a full, dynamic life.
Maybe they can.
Maybe I could.
I don't know.
What I do know is this...
When hard work and talent meet, they're unstoppable.
I can't control what anyone else does.
I can't control how anyone else reaches for their dreams.
I can only control myself.
And I know I won't ever let anyone work harder for it than me.
It's just not going to happen.
That's why I live this life.
This lonely, hard life.
Because when I feel another athlete crumple under my fist or collapse in my choke,
Then it's all worth it.
In this fight against Weston Alexander, maybe my best weapon has been taken away.
But it's never been my ONLY weapon.
I will impose my will, take Alexander to the mat,
And I will rain fists and elbows down on him until his eyes swell shut.
And it will be worth it.
