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Post by The BombTrax on May 13, 2016 18:34:19 GMT
Singles Match Ava versus S.O.B.
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday May 25th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment Deadline: Tuesday, May 24th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2016 17:42:27 GMT
❥ DEAR DIARY ** PRESENT DAY **
I had the worst night of sleep that I could ever have. No matter what I did I could not find myself getting comfortable. I could not let my mind rest. I could not just drift off the sleep. I remember looking at my clock at all times of the night. The thing that made not sleeping worse was the fact that I had an early morning flight out of Los Angeles to head down to Louisiana. Sure enough though when that alarm went off. I was up and out the door to the airport. At this particular moment I had found myself walking down the small aisle of the plane. My ticket it hand which I continued to glance out when it came to looking for my seat. Sure I found my seat and just where I wanted it. All the way in the back and to the window. Squeezing myself between the small space to get to my seat. I sat myself down placing my purse on my lap. This was no more than a five hour flight and that was five hours that I could have used in order to take a nap. You know to make up for the sleep I didn't get last night.
Course I didn't use my noggin the way that I should have. I opt against taking that nap and opened up my purse peering inside of it. Digging around for a couple of seconds until I locked eyes on what I wanted. Right inside my purse was the little note book that I used for a diary. Yes I was a twenty near twenty one year old woman and I kept a diary. Granted it wasn't something I wrote in all the time. Only when I felt inspired to do so. When I had something to get off my chest and didn't have anyone to go too. Today felt like a perfect day to write. So much had happened since my last entry. I went to pull out the diary right along with the pink pen that I kept with it. Opening up the till I saw the next available blank page. Pressing the pen to the paper finding myself jumping right in like I had never left off to begin with.
May 25th, 2016.
Dear Diary,
It’s me again. I haven’t wrote in you in quite sometime. I’d say it’s been close to a year now since I made my last entry. Good reason for that though my wrestling career was really taking off. I really got that big break when I signed with OWF and got the chance to showcase my skills on a weekly basis. It was no walk in the park. That’s a given. I had to fight week after week. Night after night. I had to be up against some of the hardest and toughest competition that has ever existed in the wrestling world. I don’t regret being in that position though because it did make me a better wrestler. I did go on to have one of the most successful runs as the OWF Women’s Champion. At the time I was the longest reigning OWF Women’s Champion. I am sure by now that record has been shatter. For no other reason that the man that runs the place is downright petty and downright childish at times. I hate to talk poorly about someone, but I am never going to forget how he talked me sometimes.
In fact that was kind of a contributing factor in why I decided that OWF was not the place for me. Kraven just thought that he was the man. He thought that everything he said and everything he did was just godly. He carried himself like there was no one better than him. He could never take a suggestion or anyone else’s opinion. It was his way or the highway, which is why my cousins ended up leaving the company. They had a few words to say. Kraven took it out of context and he started to go off on them. My cousins were never the type to let someone talk to them like that. They would have much sooner punched you in the face than deal with disrespect like that. I do commend them for doing the right thing. They decided to leave. They gave the middle finger - literally - and walked right out the door. Never to be seen again. Their time in OWF left such a bad taste in their mouth. They retired from wrestling. To me the writing was on the wall. It was only a matter of time until I would find myself leaving.
A few short weeks after their dismissal I knew my leave was coming. Kraven had made sure that the president of OWF started to make my life a living heck. She started to handpick people to go against me. She started putting me in ridiculous positions with my hands tied behind my back. This woman was doing everything she could to cost me the championship. Now I sucked it up and I tried to be a fighting champion. I tried to overcome all the odds. I tried to stand tall with everything that was thrown at me. I did well for a bit but eventually it became too much and I did lose my OWF Women’s Championship. The night that I lost is the same night I walked in the office and informed Kraven that I would be leaving. He tried to stop me. Tried to seem like he cared. All this other stuff he was able to feed everyone else, but I never bought it. I didn’t let him talk me out of it. I said my goodbye and out of OWF I went. I had the whole world of professional wrestling ahead of me.
I ended up taking myself to Japan. Now that’s a place that everyone should wrestle at least once in their life. The Japanese love their wrestling. The Japanese culture treat wrestling with such honor and such respect. I truly loved every second of being over there. Sadly for me my time in Japan didn’t last very long. I was there for a little over a month and then I ended up breaking my wrist on a fall outside of the ring. For the first time since I was seventeen years old. Wrestling was no longer my focus. I had to take the time off. I had to heal my wrist. It also provided me with an opportunity to sit back and think about some things. It gave me the chance to think about what I wanted to do next with my career. In that time off is when I decided that I wanted to be much-much more than just a woman in the wrestling business. I wanted much-much more than just having good matches with other women. I wanted much-much more than just existing in wrestling.
I had decided I wanted to be one of the BEST Professional Wrestlers to have ever existed.
The focus had shifted and it went to making sure I was a hundred percent. Sure enough I got the clearance. My wrist was a hundred percent and around that time I got an offer to go wrestle in the UK for Total Honour Wrestling. Nothing against the company or even the man running it, but that offer ended up being a waste of my time. We never saw a second show. All that money was put into the company only for the man to decide he didn’t have the passion to run things and close up shop. It was a little discouraging, but I understand those type of things happen. I found myself going right back on the search for a wrestling company. Till my attention was directed in Pure Amusement Wrestling. A tiny company based out of Louisiana. Tiny or not, but a company that is picking up steam and making waves in the world of professional wrestling. Instantly upon digging a little further. I found myself falling in love with the concept of PAW. Like who wouldn’t want to wrestle in a circus?!
All you can eat cotton candy?! Rollercoasters? Ferris wheels?! Games?! Clowns?! I’m sold. I will forever be a little girl at heart. That’s never going to change with me. I get to enjoy all of these things and on top of that I get the live out my dream of being a professional wrestler? It doesn’t seem like it could get much better than that. I was eager to put my name down to the dotted line. Then on Wicked 10 I had my first face to face with the live crowd and it wasn’t very long before those fans made the jitters go away. They were some of the most accepting fans I have ever been before. Each and every single one of them seemed just as excited to see what I was able to bring to the table as I am to actually be there. Well, the wait for them and the wait for myself isn’t something that is going to last too long. This coming Thursday for Wicked 11. I am officially going to make my wrestling debut under the PAW banner.
Truth be told I find myself in a position where I don’t know too much about my opponent. Only thing I do know is that he has been around since the beginning of the company. Also there are rumors going around that he’s kind of a bigot. People say that he’s got some nasty things to say about people’s genders and their races. Now I have never been one to go off of people’s opinions. I’m someone that gives everyone a fair chance. That’s exactly what this man is going to get out of me. I certainly hope that the things that are said about him are nothing more than rumors. For I would hate to have to be in the ring with someone like that. We are all human beings and we all deserve the same love as everyone else. Regardless of what color our skin happens to be, what our gender is, or who we choose to spend our lives with. Guess I’ll see what I am dealing with when I arrive that night. But for now I know that I could not be more excited. Can’t wait to show PAW that the name Ava Miller is here to stay.
XOXO -- AVA
By the time I had finished my entry. I had started to come to terms with the fact that the plane was already rushing itself down the runway. Slowly feeling the plane start to lift itself up into the air for take off. Well, it was a five our flight. My eyes did feel heavy. I knew that the next two days were going to be just mentally exhausting with me having my debut match for the company. I had to make sure that I got some rest. Last thing I wanted to do was go out there and end up failing because I didn't get enough sleep. I placed the diary back down into my purse closing it up before leaning myself against the side of the plane. The hard surface might not have been ideal but at this point it would have to do. My eyes slowly closed as I just felt every jerk of the plane as it sliced through the air. I waited for that slumber that was sure to come.
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