Post by Vincent X. Toriano on Feb 25, 2012 16:13:31 GMT
*The time was closer and closer to when I would walk down to the ring for the very first time ad step into the ring with MG. I pictured myself getting a match by walking down to the ring, introducing myself, and challenging someone to the match. That didn’t end up how it went, but I did indeed get a match. It was time my wrestling career began. The journey to become one of the best begins tonight. No one knows who I am and it’s time I begin to make myself known. *
*I sit in my locker room on the brown wooden bench. It wasn’t a fancy locker room and well, I didn’t expect one since I was a rookie here. I finish taping my wrist and hand. I toss the leftover tape in my bag and zipped it up. I place the bag in the locker beside me. I begin to visualize my match tonight. I visualize myself putting on a show for the fans. I don’t know what the end result of the match will be, but I sure do hope it will be a win. Even if I don’t come out with a victory, I want to the leave the ring knowing that I gave it my all. As the time draws nearer, my heart begins to race and m breathing heavier. I inhale, hold it for three seconds, then exhale trying to control my breathing and calm myself. It’s very exciting. I stand to my feet and begin boxing the air. I get some good combinations in before stretching. I do some light static stretches followed by some dynamic stretches to get the blood flowing in my muscles. Just as I was doing this, someone steps into my locker room.*
"Hey"
*I sit in my locker room on the brown wooden bench. It wasn’t a fancy locker room and well, I didn’t expect one since I was a rookie here. I finish taping my wrist and hand. I toss the leftover tape in my bag and zipped it up. I place the bag in the locker beside me. I begin to visualize my match tonight. I visualize myself putting on a show for the fans. I don’t know what the end result of the match will be, but I sure do hope it will be a win. Even if I don’t come out with a victory, I want to the leave the ring knowing that I gave it my all. As the time draws nearer, my heart begins to race and m breathing heavier. I inhale, hold it for three seconds, then exhale trying to control my breathing and calm myself. It’s very exciting. I stand to my feet and begin boxing the air. I get some good combinations in before stretching. I do some light static stretches followed by some dynamic stretches to get the blood flowing in my muscles. Just as I was doing this, someone steps into my locker room.*
"Hey"