Post by Drew Stevenson on Sept 17, 2016 11:06:18 GMT -6
Most people would think, especially in the world of professional wrestling that when you hold four Championship belts simultaneously that you are doing everything right and that there is absolutely nothing to change. The same could be said for the amount of success that I have managed to rack up throughout the years, it's impressive, even I can't deny that fact but for some reason: there's more – something that I haven't accomplished yet that I feel like I need to.
With these thoughts running through my head all night, I haven't gotten any sleep. No, I have been sitting on the floor with my back up against the wall just thinking, trying to think about what it is that I need to grasp so that I can feel “complete”. I have the Hall of Fame rings, I have the yearly awards, I have all of those things that would immediately put me at the very top of this industry but for some strange reason; it's still not enough, not for me anyway.
I want more, I can't explain it but I want more and the more that I sit here on the floor thinking about it? For the first time in my entire career, I don't know how to get it. Granted, I don't even know what it is that I am trying to grab, it's like this imaginary brass ring that continues to elude me but I can't let it elude me any longer, I have to grab it and I have to keep it close to my chest.
Waking up as I am still seated on the floor, I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep. Looking around for the annoying alarm that is my iPhone, I reach up and behind me on the dresser as I grab it and immediately press the “dismiss” button so that it will shut up and go away. Quickly placing it back onto the dresser, I rub my eyes and rise to my feet knowing that I have a lot to get done today. Dressed only in my boxers, I stumble into the bathroom where I do my business and then take a quick shower so that I can start my day.
Having finished my shower and all of that personal hygiene stuff, I decided to dress very casually today as I wouldn't be in front of a camera or anything so I really had no reason to “look the part” as they like to say. Wearing my black T-shirt which has a crimson red eagle on it holding two swords, underneath it reads “RVCA” and “Fedor” as I have been a big fan of this man for many, many years, ever since his time over in the organization known as the Pride Fighting Championship which is no longer around but took place in Japan back when it was. Anyway, grabbing my iPhone and keys from off of the dresser of my hotel room, I step out into the hallway and make my way through the hotel until I exit outside which just so happens to be a very beautiful day here in New York.
Immediately hearing the hard rock version of the Punch Out theme that Nintendo created for the newest incarnation of the video game, I looked at my iPhone to see that it is a longtime friend calling me. Pressing the green accept button and then placing the phone to my ear, the very familiar voice on the other end is definitely one that I am glad to hear from.
Stevenson: Hey there pops, I haven't heard from you in a while, what's going on?
Now for those wondering, it's not my real father because he and my mother passed away when I was seven years old, tragically in a car wreck. No, the man on the other end of the phone is named Gregory Mitchell, the infamous father of the legendary Jacob Mitchell who used to be a professional wrestler as well: well both of them did to be exact. With the phone placed to my ear, I walk through the parking lot, heading to my emerald green hummer as I listen to what my mentor has to say.
Stevenson: Yeah, I'm surprised that I'm still going as well. As you know, I have talked about hanging the old boots up many times and I have even tried but for some reason – I can't explain it, I keep coming back. I mean, I can explain it technically because I love what I do, I love this business and everything about it but let me pick your brain for a moment if you don't mind.
Arriving to my large hammer, I place the keys into the door and unlock it as I then grab the door handle, open the driver side door and step into it. Quickly shutting the door behind me, I didn't want people listening in on my conversations, especially those pesky paparazzi's who like to hang around trying to gather all of the gossip that they can.
Stevenson: Last night I couldn't sleep, not until my body basically shut itself down. No, I normally don't have problems going to sleep but for some reason, which I can't explain, there's something missing in my career. I know, it's definitely strange because I currently hold four titles, FOUR and I have even transitioned over to the world of MMA successfully so I’m not sure why I am feeling this way.
I have the gold, I have the fame, I have the glory, I have the Hall of Fame rings, hell; I have it all when you stop and think about it but like I said, for some reason, there's just something that I have to do and I don't know what it is.
Listening on to my father figure, I nod my head slowly as he is very wise and gives me some fantastic advice.
Stevenson: Hm… Yeah, maybe you're right. I mean, we both know that I am going to be that guy who dies in the middle of the ring, there's no denying that. Yeah, it is good that I still have that fire that most people lack, especially when they have been around as long as I have. I have noticed that most people become complacent, they just don't care about the business anymore or about having to prove themselves and you know, I admit; I was guilty of that as well not too long ago so maybe that's why I am feeling the way that I am.
I don't know, I just know that I NEED the competition and I’m hoping that I get it.
Smiling while listening to Gregory, we say our goodbyes as I hang up my iPhone and place it on the passenger seat right next to me. Starting the engine, I slowly back out of the parking lot and drive away heading to my match as I have to be there shortly.
Feeling much better now than when I woke up, I think I know the cure to my problem. Hoping to fix it very soon, maybe I have decided to turn over a new leaf, I don't know but I do know one thing, I am definitely going to garner the attention of my peers if I haven't already.
With these thoughts running through my head all night, I haven't gotten any sleep. No, I have been sitting on the floor with my back up against the wall just thinking, trying to think about what it is that I need to grasp so that I can feel “complete”. I have the Hall of Fame rings, I have the yearly awards, I have all of those things that would immediately put me at the very top of this industry but for some strange reason; it's still not enough, not for me anyway.
I want more, I can't explain it but I want more and the more that I sit here on the floor thinking about it? For the first time in my entire career, I don't know how to get it. Granted, I don't even know what it is that I am trying to grab, it's like this imaginary brass ring that continues to elude me but I can't let it elude me any longer, I have to grab it and I have to keep it close to my chest.
BZZZZ…
Waking up as I am still seated on the floor, I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep. Looking around for the annoying alarm that is my iPhone, I reach up and behind me on the dresser as I grab it and immediately press the “dismiss” button so that it will shut up and go away. Quickly placing it back onto the dresser, I rub my eyes and rise to my feet knowing that I have a lot to get done today. Dressed only in my boxers, I stumble into the bathroom where I do my business and then take a quick shower so that I can start my day.
Poughkeepsie, New York
11:26 a.m.
11:26 a.m.
Having finished my shower and all of that personal hygiene stuff, I decided to dress very casually today as I wouldn't be in front of a camera or anything so I really had no reason to “look the part” as they like to say. Wearing my black T-shirt which has a crimson red eagle on it holding two swords, underneath it reads “RVCA” and “Fedor” as I have been a big fan of this man for many, many years, ever since his time over in the organization known as the Pride Fighting Championship which is no longer around but took place in Japan back when it was. Anyway, grabbing my iPhone and keys from off of the dresser of my hotel room, I step out into the hallway and make my way through the hotel until I exit outside which just so happens to be a very beautiful day here in New York.
Immediately hearing the hard rock version of the Punch Out theme that Nintendo created for the newest incarnation of the video game, I looked at my iPhone to see that it is a longtime friend calling me. Pressing the green accept button and then placing the phone to my ear, the very familiar voice on the other end is definitely one that I am glad to hear from.
Stevenson: Hey there pops, I haven't heard from you in a while, what's going on?
Now for those wondering, it's not my real father because he and my mother passed away when I was seven years old, tragically in a car wreck. No, the man on the other end of the phone is named Gregory Mitchell, the infamous father of the legendary Jacob Mitchell who used to be a professional wrestler as well: well both of them did to be exact. With the phone placed to my ear, I walk through the parking lot, heading to my emerald green hummer as I listen to what my mentor has to say.
Stevenson: Yeah, I'm surprised that I'm still going as well. As you know, I have talked about hanging the old boots up many times and I have even tried but for some reason – I can't explain it, I keep coming back. I mean, I can explain it technically because I love what I do, I love this business and everything about it but let me pick your brain for a moment if you don't mind.
Arriving to my large hammer, I place the keys into the door and unlock it as I then grab the door handle, open the driver side door and step into it. Quickly shutting the door behind me, I didn't want people listening in on my conversations, especially those pesky paparazzi's who like to hang around trying to gather all of the gossip that they can.
Stevenson: Last night I couldn't sleep, not until my body basically shut itself down. No, I normally don't have problems going to sleep but for some reason, which I can't explain, there's something missing in my career. I know, it's definitely strange because I currently hold four titles, FOUR and I have even transitioned over to the world of MMA successfully so I’m not sure why I am feeling this way.
I have the gold, I have the fame, I have the glory, I have the Hall of Fame rings, hell; I have it all when you stop and think about it but like I said, for some reason, there's just something that I have to do and I don't know what it is.
Listening on to my father figure, I nod my head slowly as he is very wise and gives me some fantastic advice.
Stevenson: Hm… Yeah, maybe you're right. I mean, we both know that I am going to be that guy who dies in the middle of the ring, there's no denying that. Yeah, it is good that I still have that fire that most people lack, especially when they have been around as long as I have. I have noticed that most people become complacent, they just don't care about the business anymore or about having to prove themselves and you know, I admit; I was guilty of that as well not too long ago so maybe that's why I am feeling the way that I am.
I don't know, I just know that I NEED the competition and I’m hoping that I get it.
Smiling while listening to Gregory, we say our goodbyes as I hang up my iPhone and place it on the passenger seat right next to me. Starting the engine, I slowly back out of the parking lot and drive away heading to my match as I have to be there shortly.
Feeling much better now than when I woke up, I think I know the cure to my problem. Hoping to fix it very soon, maybe I have decided to turn over a new leaf, I don't know but I do know one thing, I am definitely going to garner the attention of my peers if I haven't already.
