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Earning my shot, Because I'm amazing at titles!
Posted: Sep 22 2017, 10:15 AM
Joined: 16-November 16
CA: “Honestly, Jess – fuck them!”
This isn't another of Craig's LFL rants. No. Instead, this is his attempt at calming me down, making me feel better. Strangely, it tends to work more often than not.
CA: “I'm getting sick to death of these supposedly tough wrestlers having ridiculously thin skin. I've spent years trying to find out what works best for me as a finishing move. As it turns out, all I need to do is say something that isn't at all offensive and they're all but beaten!”
He parades around our bedroom, stomping his feet as he does so.
CA: “One thing I've learned over the past few weeks is that, in this business, friendships are fragile. The only people you can trust are those closest to you – sometimes, that means only yourself. But personally, I'm beyond the point of valuing friendships over furthering my career. My supposed 'best friend' could be standing in the way of me and that big Championship win, and maybe before I'd have let them have it. But now? Absolutely not. This is not a team sport.”
He stops to look at me, noticing that I'm still sobbing slightly.
CA: “You need to stop crying and woman up. Seriously. I understand things are hard for you at the moment, but feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to get you anywhere. You've got a huge opportunity coming up at Global Warfare, and your match this week at Ruckus isn't exactly a walk in the park. You need to turn your weaknesses into your strengths. Okay, so you've upset some people recently. So what? We both know you didn't do anything wrong, so if they're going to have a problem with you over something like that, fuck them.”
He's right, actually. I need to stop caring too much. I'm an emotional person – of course I am. But I can't let my emotions get in the way of my career. I've worked too hard to get to where I'm at, to let petty bullshit bring me down. I sit up and use the sleeve of Craig's hoody to wipe the tears from my eyes.
JA: “Actually, you know what? I've worked my arse off recently to get opportunities, and now I'm finally getting some. We could have faced deportation from Australia in just a few weeks time, but we fought and fought to get our new visas. Like I said last week on Ruckus, I'm Jessica Anderson. My name isn't 'Craig Anderson's Wife', and if people are going to start believing that, I first need to start acting like I believe it myself.”
I jump off the bed and begin to stretch. I've got some big matches coming up over the next few days, and I certainly need to prepare.
JA: “I know that my friends will support me no matter what. I've said this before, but I'll say it again. It doesn't matter whether I have to work with you or against you, at the end of the day I'm done with letting other people take the opportunities that I feel I have earned time and time again. It's not #TeamUnbooked any more. It's going to be #TeamWeCan'tAffordToNotBookYou.”
Craig looks at me with that exact same smile that he always has when he manages to get me out of one of my strops, slightly biting his lower lip.
JA: “So, do you know what? I'm not making any more innocent Twitter jokes. If I want to be taken seriously as a legitimate threat in this business, I need to start behaving like one. I'm never going to make the most of my opportunities otherwise. There's two entire rosters that I'm competing with to earn my shot. I'm ready!”
After I've finished up in Canada, I'll be heading to Australia. I have both Krissy Spencer and Carina Eventide standing in my way. It won't be easy, but if I can get by both of them, a statement of my intent will have been made!
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