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danielletinybruiser · 3 years ago

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The Good Fight New York/New Jersey Open 7/31/21

I competed yesterday! And I actually feel really good about it! I'm a writer, so, writing about my experiences helps me really grasp them and process them and such, so, here goes!

And also: as always, when I compete, it's in basically no-stakes tournaments for anybody. I'm not going to big competitions, I'm just doing this as a hobby and going to light fires under my butt and test my skills as they are in the moment. So, I take it seriously, but I don't go into this with delusions of grandeur! I do not think I am the next Danielle Kelly.

(Content warning for weight here, I talk about it a fair bit!)

I think I prepared pretty well this time around! I trained *a lot* and took conditioning very seriously. I also had a funny thing with weight: since getting my (cough, cough, under my breath) Peleton - I've been riding a lot and running a ton using the app. I sure thought I was being a genius doing frequent two-a-day cardio workouts, thinking "oh yeah, I'll be 125 no problem." Instead, obviously, I gained some muscle weight from doing tons of high intensity interval workouts. It's a good thing! I'm so much stronger than I was, walking now at 134-137, and my cardio is very solid. But it did mean having to be very conscious of weight to ensure I came in at 135 on Saturday.

Again, this should actually be ideal for this level of competition (read: LOW), because it means my walking weight and competition weight are super nice and close (I used to be around 126-129 and still competed at 135, thanks to the other major tournament I do having nothing between 120 and 135), and I feel so much more durable.

An action shot! Thanks for reading so far! Lol

So, I was strict with my diet for the last month (I usually am, this just meant no cheat days for a couple of weeks, really), and did weigh-ins periodically, then every day in the last week. It also meant doing a little bit of math and knowing exactly what kind of food I could have in the morning, and what was safe to do in terms of sweating just in case. It was good to know, because that came in handy!

Yesterday morning, I woke up at 136.2 (you get a 1lb allowance, so I was only .2 over). I did a shorty 15 minute HIIT workout so I could have a tiny bit of food and fluid, being very careful to not dehydrate or do anything stupid. I'm not going to cut weight for this, lol, but it would be truly ridiculous for me, at my height (5'5") and body composition (muscular, but not JACKED), to have to go in at 145 for being, you know, .2 over.

The nice side effect of a short workout in the morning was helping my nerves a little bit (they were BAD), so at least that helped me breathe. I don't know if I've ever been this anxious before competing before, and I'm not sure exactly why — I know there are no stakes besides my pride, there's no money on the line, this isn't my career! This is my hobby, for fuck's sake, so I don't know why my body interpreted "lets compete" as "we are going to WAR and we might DIE," but there it was! I was scared! Brains are stupid!

We got a tiny bit lost on the way, but it was ok because things were running behind at the tournament. No problem at all. I made weight (135.6) and started to warm up. The venue had plenty of extra space on a turf field to warm up, and Viki was a SAINT, not only to drive my nervous ass over, but to help me warm up about six times. I felt better after just drilling and flow rolling a tiny bit.

It was a long wait, but my gi division was up first. I had one opponent at bantamweight, so, a small bracket in gi.

Here's how it goes in a submission-only tournament: you have your brackets, for a full division it's basically semi-finals and finals, with a bronze medal match and the two winners do a gold/silver match. With two, it's best two out of three wins gold, the other person gets silver.

For blue belts, we have eight minute regulation matches. No points, no advantages, no stupid bullshit (sorry, I hate points tournaments). If you both survive eight minutes with no submissions, you go into overtime rounds: a back take, a spiderweb/armbar, and a classic head and arm triangle. For each, the defender needs to escape, and the attacker needs to submit. If you successfully escape, and you successfully submit, you win! If both people escape, or both people submit, you go to the next round, and it repeats as needed (back, armbar, triangle).

It's a great format, imo, and really suits my style: I play defense, I like to wear people down, and then go for it when I see an opportunity. I will play all kinds of wild positions and try to get creative and weird with it, and frankly have fun, and I think submission-only facilitates that!

Still, I was so goddamned nervous.

We started the match and it was ON. My opponent and I were really, really well matched. Size and skill wise, we gave each other a lot of hell. It was rough, too, and I have all the bruises on my face to prove it! But I was having fun. A lot of fun.

Overtime action shot!

Our match went through regulation, to overtime. I escaped her back take, but her coaches fought with the ref a little. I offered to do it again, because, hey, I want to do it better. This may have been stupid of me, but I also, like... the reason I like sub-only so much is that I hate stupid technicalities and bullshit. So I offered to go again and did! And I escaped pretty well. On my turn to attack, I submitted her.

I honestly couldn't believe I won a match in gi. The last time I got a gold medal in gi, it was because I went to the 30+ division, and my opponent was 53. I was happy to win that day, but like... c'mon. I was 35 at the time. In sub-only, women don't have age categories, and I believe my opponent was maybe a bit younger than me, but probably not far from my age, and tough as hell. She was my size, we were well-matched in strength. And she BROUGHT IT.

I remember that going through my head, like "you can win in gi???" I could hardly believe it. I got my hand raised IN GI.

This felt great, and I was basically in shock.

(I won't belabor this, but I hate the gi. I think I'm terrible in it. Tuesday night - my last hard training day before competition, I did ok, but felt demoralized. I almost cried after training and told Viki that night "I don't think I'm going to compete in gi" and thought about pulling my registration. This is why I couldn't believe it, lol).

We had a short break and went again. Again, we did the full regulation match - she had an armbar at one point that I escaped, and I did have a last second back take and choke attempt, but I ran out of time. We went to overtime, I escaped her back take... and I remember, in the moment, getting ready for my turn to attack: "this is probably for a medal. IN GI. You are this close!" and I cinched it with a submission. I got my hand raised again. I thanked her and her coaches, and even chatted with them a little.

We went to the podium - another woman congratulated me on the match, saying she watched it and love dit. The podium worker said the same, and I was flattered. Kirsten (my opponent, who again, was fucking AWESOME and tough) and I did the podium thing, getting our medals and taking pictures.

Podium action shot!

Then, it was off to watch my teammate Ollie compete and kick ass, and then get changed for no-gi, where I absolutely knew Kirsten was going to come for blood, lol.

It still didn't feel real: a gold medal? Me? Danielle? Gi-hating Danielle who almost cried after just training in a gi on Tuesday night (again, nothing went wrong, lol, my training partners are incredibly conscientious and were preparing me!) - I let myself wear the medal for a couple of minutes before putting it in the backpack.

Even now, just about 24 hours later, it doesn't feel completely real. I swear, I only even compete in the gi because it's just five bucks more to do both divisions, and you may as well get all the rolls you can on a day you are showing up.

There was a pretty big time gap between gi and no gi, but I was honestly a little nervous again. They put a (fantastic) purple belt (that's the next skill level up if you aren't familiar with jiu jitsu, and a pretty huge gap for me, being honest) in our division, and I faced her first. There was really no pressure at all here, I do not expect to win against a purple belt. I feel — very honestly — that I have a very, very long way to go in blue. Based on how the day went, I do feel like I'm on my way, and making real improvements — But I'm no where near purple.

I survived about five minutes of an eight minute regulation period, and did survive a pretty intense back take at first, but she got me with a second back take and rear naked choke/crank. All the power to her!

Then, the bronze medal match was between me and Kirsten again (who I faced in gi). Holy shit, this was a doozy. We fought really, really hard in regulation. I know she wanted it BADLY after gi, and I could tell she had serious wrestling and probably Judo as well in her background. She tossed my ass around! It was rough and it was tough, and my face is a little fucked up today, not going to lie. But I loved it, and loved rolling with her — she had such good pressure, and beautiful knee cuts, and she was strong and fast and athletic.

We went through regulation, to the first overtime. I won the "rock paper scissors" to determine who went first and I took her back... and she escaped. She did her back attack, and I escaped.

At this point, I was TIRED. Not no much cardio-tired (I have myself conditioned pretty well), but... "I want to lie down and sleep" tired. But I got her in the armbar position for the second round, squeezed... and got the tap! Again, I thought "you are this close to a medal!" and defended the second round armbar well.. I really, really thought I was out, but in the last possible instant she just NAILED IT and got my arm back and I had to tap. It was fantastic, she did well to grab it back.

So, we went to a third round of overtime. Triangle. I had her in, squeezed, cut the angle... and got the tap! Yes! Now, I really knew I was close. I tapped her, all I needed to do was escape her triangle and I'd have a bronze in no-gi. I wanted it. I really wanted it!

I got into her triangle. It was tight right away (which it should be!), I *thought* I had stacked her in the correct position to escape, I thought I could do it...

And then... I remember dreaming. I started coming to, thinking I was asleep in my bed, and that i was dreaming about competition. I started to become conscious, and I heard her say "I think she's out!" and saw her face and the ref's face. It took me a few moments, but I realized where I was, and that I had passed out completely. She sank a PERFECT blood choke on me. Absolutely picture perfect.

I sort of kept saying, in my confusion "I'm ok! I'm ok!" and shook her hand and kind of stumbled off the mat.

Me, laughing in utter confusion after taking a nice nap on the mat (my opponent was really nice about it!)

Later on, I realized: we were actually supposed to go to a fourth overtime round! We both submitted to a triangle (if you lose consciousness, that counts as a tap!), and I believe the ref was actually asking me if I wanted to continue. Hand to heart, I'm not trying to save face, I just didn't realize it at all, in my complete confusion. I accidentally forfeited by walking off, lol. I seriously had no idea, and honestly, it was probably better that I didn't try to do another round THAT confused.

But still, that is absolutely going to be something I kick myself about, for forever. Just being THAT CLOSE.

By the way, I will say: it was the second time losing consciousness in jiu jitsu (and the first time... I'm not sure I was all the way out, this time I absolutely was) — it doesn't hurt. I'm not saying it's pleasant or great, exactly, it's very, very disorienting, because you actually start to dream a bit and have NO IDEA where you are for a few. But I would rather that than a broken arm or a torn ACL, so, as things happen on the mat, really not a terrible experience.

Kirsten deserves all the respect in the world — she put me out, and FAST (I had no idea how fast until Viki told me, lol. I sure thought I was fighting it for much longer!). She was wonderful to compete with, and I felt we were very evenly matched and got the best out of one another. I chatted with her afterward and we both complimented one another.

Overall, I'm proud of how hard I fought. I know that, in competition, I have absolutely defeated my self before, and gotten so discouraged. It's never conscious, I will always push, I will always mechanically force myself to get back up and get back out. Always. But mentally, in the past, I've really fucked myself.

Yesterday, I vowed to stay patient, and I actually did. I stuck to a gameplan fully: patience, defense, attacking whenever I saw or felt an opportunity. I actually feel, for the first time, that I did my best out there, the best I can do with my jiu jitsu right now, at 4.5 years of training, as a blue belt with one stripe.

That is a wildly unfamiliar feeling. Every other time I've competed, I've come out with at least a few things that were "holy christ, I am terrible at X and need to work on Y." The only other slight exception was the sub only tournament I got my first-ever medals at (silver in both) where I legitimately shocked myself. Even then, I had a couple of specific things I needed to work on (ankle lock defense! I still think about it!)

I'm a little bit beat up today (that armbar I thought I was out of, then got caught right at the last second? I tapped on time, but "on time" with adrenaline is "a tiny bit late" so it hurts like hell today), and will probably just do cardio for a few days to take time to heal up before going back to grappling. But I feel really proud. I feel good about it. I feel stupid as hell for accidentally forfeiting, but overall very pleased with the day.

Where do I go from here? Rubber guard, baby! I want to get *great* at rubber guard. And this has given me a huge boost to keep chipping away at gi, no matter how much I may hate it in the moment. Because I won yesterday, I do get a free invitation to the submission only worlds for this tournament, so, that's something I can think about...

But for now... I'm going to try and let the good parts sink in. Viki got me victory pizza last night, and holy shit, I don't know if anything has ever tasted so good :D

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kuyarexdelsdiaries · 3 years ago

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A WORD FROM KRD: Tokyo 2020 Closing Credits

57 years after the 1964 first hosting, Tokyo has made it through the 2nd consecuitive hosting. Japan has hosted the Summer games in the capital once and the Winter Olympics (1972 in Sapporo & 1998 in Nagano) twice prior to the 2nd hosting of the olympiad in the Land of the Rising Sun.

Cignal, the country's leading direct-to-home satellite service in the country, which turned 12 this year, witnessed sporting events in all angles. With millions and millions have turned to Cignal and its prepaid counterpart Satlite for news, sports, entertainment, and more; the MVP-owned pay television service, along with telecom giants PLDT and Smart, and Terrestrial broadcasters TV5 Network (TV5 and One Sports) forged with Dentsu, a global content provider and distributor, to bring non-stop olympic coverage to filipino audiences on satellite and terrestrial TV, and on digital platforms via streaming.

The stalled olympics pushed through this year. The campaign for Team Philippines began with 19 athletes, equaled to that of Sydney games 21 years ago. Four boxers, most in the number of athletes. Followed by Three athletes in Golf, while Weightlifting, Athlethics, and Swimming with two athletes each; and one athlete in: Judo, Skateboarding, Rowing, Shooting, Artistic Gymnastics, and Taekwondo.

Aside from the Philippines, two other nations had their historic Gold medals in the Olympics for the 1st time: Bermuda, and Qatar.

Filipinos tuned in to Team Philippines action for the entire two-week duration of the games. One by one, athletes failed. Then, only the best and strongest were prevail. Meet your Pinoy Big Four in Tokyo 2020: Our medalists who performed very well in this quadrennial meet and they deserved them the best. In this month's A Word from KRD, we will pay homage to the athletes in our own little way. Our salute to them.

BRONZE MEDALIST🥉

Eumir Marcial, Boxing (Men's Middleweight, the 1st Bronze for the country since Roel Velasco in the 1992 Barcelona Olympics for the same sport after 29 years, and 1st Men's Boxing medal for PH in 25 years)

-drawn a BYE in Round of 32

-def. Younes Nemouchi, of Algeria in Round of 16- via RSC-I

-def. Arman Darchinyan (niece of Nonito Donaire's former foe Vic Darchinyan) of Armenia in Quarterfinals-via KO

-lost to Khyzhniak, a Ukranian opponent in Semis- SD

SILVER MEDALIST🥈

Nesthy Petecio, Boxing (Women's Featherweight, 1st Filipina to win the medal in Boxing, and 1st Silver Medal for PH since Hidilyn Diaz in Weightlifting at the 2016 Rio Olympics, and a significant day in Philippine Amateur Boxing when on August 3, 1996; Mansueto Velasco settled for Silver Medal in the same sport after his loss in the Atlanta games against his opponent)

-def. Matshu, a Congan opponent in Round of 32- UD

-def. Lin Yu-Ting of Chinese-Taipei in Round of 16

(upsetted World No. 1)- SD

-def. Arias, a Colombian opponent in Quarterfinals- UD

-def. Irma Testa of Italy in Semifinals- SD

-lost to Irie Sena of host Japan in the Gold Medal bout

(Petecio-Irie rivalry now stands at 3-1)- UD

SILVER MEDALIST🥈

Carlo Paalam, Boxing (Men's Flyweight)

-def. Irvine, an Irish opponent in Round of 32- SD

-def. Mohammed Flissi of Algeria in Round of 16- UD

-def. Shokobin Zoirov of Uzbekistan in Quarterfinals- SD (upsetted World no. 1 after the fight stopped in Round 2 due to a headbutt, the scorecards of judges determined the winner with one judge tied the scores)

-def. Ryomei Tanaka of host Japan in Semifinals- UD

-lost to Galai Yafal of Great Britain in the Gold Medal bout- SD

GOLD MEDALIST🥇

Hidilyn Diaz, Weightlifting (Women's 55KG, 1st Olympic Record holder for PH in 69 years, 1st Gold Medalist in a non-demo/exhibition sport for PH in history after 97 years in the country's participation at the Summer Games)

-Snatch: 97KG

-Clean & Jerk: 127KG (OR)

-Total lifts: 144KG (OR)

(Second Filipino to win multiple medals after Teofilo Yldefonso in 1928 & 1932 editions who earned Bronze in both of the games in Swimming)

Our BIG respect and congratulations also to the athletes who didn't make it to the podium in these sports disciplines during the olympic run:

-Cris Nievarez (Rowing)

-Elreen Ando (Weightlifting)

-Jayson Valdez (Shooting)

-Margielyn Didal (Skateboarding)

-Kiyomi Watanabe (Judo)

-Kurt Barbosa (Taekwondo)

-Irish Magno (Boxing)

-Kristina Knott (Athletics)

-Luke Gebbie and Remedy Rule (Swimming)

-EJ Obiena (Pole Vault)

-Carlos Yulo (Artistic Gymnastics)

-Juvic Pagunsan, Bianca Pagdanganan, and Yuka Saso (Golf)

During the 2-week run of the Olympics in Tokyo, my IG account posted the progress of our Filipino olympian hopefuls and in the end, there were only four in the podium.

Our thanks and big CONGRATULATIONS to the Cignal/TV5 crew who flew to Tokyo to bring the coverage of the games unhampered and uninterrupted thanks to the resources on Free TV, satellite, and digital streaming platforms. To Gretchen Ho, Paolo del Rosario, Sev Sarmenta, Carlo Pamintuan, and the Filipino media crew in Japan (Dyan Castillejo of ABS-CBN, Mav Gonzales of GMA, Francis Ochoa of PDI, the Samurai reporters of Bombo Radyo Philippines, et.al.), our big salute to them.

Indeed, we saw them STRONGER in the light of this present health crisis. Without these, our moment will be useless. Faster, Higher, Stronger, Together- The new Olympic motto shedding the light of every olympians around the world. Despite the issues concerning each country's situation (including the Refugee Olympic Athletes from different parts of the world, and the ROC athletes in spite of the ban on doping and other issues in Russia), and the pandemic, it is indeed a never-ending story, and a journey for our Philippine Olympic athletes. Our special thanks go out to IOC Execuitive Board Member Mikee Cojuangco-Jaworski, and also to Philippine Olympic Commitee President Bambol Tolentino, and MVP Sports Foundation led by Chairman Manny Pangilinan, and President Ricky Vargas; for making the impossible POSSIBLE. A record-breaking moment: Four medals, exceeding the 1932 output of 3 medals. What a show of support for our country, because of YOU. Through your prayers and cheers, these athletes became stronger than they could ever imagine for.

We at KRD and the Filipino people are one in congratulating our athletes and our BIG FOUR for making it this far, and their stories will not end there.

Sayonara, Tokyo Japan!

Bonjourno, Paris France!

SEE YOU ALL STRONGER IN 2024!

MABUHAY ANG ATLETANG PILIPINO!

TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY ALONE!!!

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newsunlimit · 3 years ago

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Olympics golf leaderboard (2020 Tokyo), results: Xander Schauffele wins gold with clutch par at 72nd hole

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Olympics golf leaderboard (2020 Tokyo), results: Xander Schauffele wins gold with clutch par at 72nd hole

2020 Tokyo Olympics golf leaderboard, results: Xander Schauffele wins gold with clutch par at 72nd hole: As soon as it was introduced that golf on the 2020 Tokyo Olympics can be a no-cut, small-field occasion, it ought to have been obvious that Xander Schauffele would thrive. The American received gold on Sunday with a closing 68 to complete 18 beneath at Kasumigaseki Nation Membership, clipping Rory Sabbatini by one stroke on a wild Sunday of golf outdoors of Tokyo.

Sabbatini went out a number of teams forward of Schauffele and fired a stunning 10-under 61 to place some electrical energy into what seemed like a Schauffele rout early within the day. The jolt of Sabbatini – competing beneath the Slovakian flag together with his spouse on the bag (extra on that beneath) – working up the board mixed with the issue of closing out any golf match appeared to have an effect on Schauffele late within the day.

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After a flawless first 9, Schauffele began to skid a bit going into the ending. A tee shot that just about went out of bounds and ended with him thinning an iron out of the forest as a result of his membership was wrapped round a vine resulted in a bogey 6 on the par-5 14th gap. It may have been a lot worse. He obtained that stroke again on No. 17 with a clutch up and down from a greenside bunker for birdie after which hit the shot of his life on the 18th. From 98 yards to three ft for a gold medal when he completely needed to have it to keep away from a playoff with Sabbatini.

“Most likely extra [pressure in this event than other ones] in all honesty,” Schauffele informed Golf Channel after profitable for the primary time in over two years. “I actually needed to win for my dad. I am certain he is crying someplace proper now. I form of needed this yet another than another one.”

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Schauffele’s father, Stefan, was as soon as an Olympic longing for Germany within the decathlon earlier than being hit by a drunk driver and shedding imaginative and prescient in one in all his eyes. He now coaches his son, who can be an Olympic champion.

The win is the largest of Schauffele’s still-growing resume. 4 of his 5 wins as knowledgeable have are available in related small-field, no-cut tournaments, together with the Tour Championship, WGC-HSBC Champions and Event of Champions. This one, although, will linger longer than the remainder of them and may very well be rocket gasoline to what has been an extremely profitable profession to this point, regardless of no main championship wins.

That is for later, although. For now, Schauffele will get to take pleasure in profitable the US a gold medal within the second occasion since golf was reinstated as an Olympic sport again in 2016 on the Rio Video games (Matt Kuchar took bronze for the U.S. in 2016). Schauffele was one of many extra vocal gamers this week about how monumental bringing a medal again to his residence nation can be, and I considered what he mentioned on Tuesday after he received on Sunday.

“I feel clearly profitable a gold medal and representing our nation is an enormous deal or else we would not be sitting right here speaking to you and answering these questions,” mentioned Schauffele.

“In case you take a look at different … athletes, monitor and subject, swimming, judo, another excessive athlete, that is the head. That is essentially the most honorable factor and the largest factor you are able to do in your nation. For golf it is so contemporary and so new and fortuitously [teammate] Collin [Morikawa] and I are younger, and so after we speak to you, it’s thrilling, it is vitally cool. It’s one thing we need to do, and profitable a gold medal and representing the USA appropriately. And, like I mentioned, we would not be right here if we did not really feel that manner and really feel strongly about it.”

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Schauffele has his gold medal, and although it got here in a similarly-styled match to a lot of the others he is received, he did it otherwise than earlier than. That is the primary time he is led from out in entrance and closed a 54-hole lead. That is significant in any occasion, much more so in an Olympics with a crushing weight bearing down on you, improbably within the type of a 61 from a person who simply gained citizenship to the nation he was representing a number of years in the past.

Schauffele’s gold medal is an enormous deal for myriad causes. Shutting down a match he is aware of means the world to his father. Staring down a gold medal with the most effective photographs he is ever hit. Holding off all comers by profitable from out in entrance. It might not have been seen by very many people in the US, however those that did look forward to it’ll keep in mind that he received it and the way he received it for a really very long time. Grade: A+

Listed below are the remainder of our grades for the 2020 Tokyo Olympics.

2. SILVER — Rory Sabbatini (-17): Sabbatini lit the match on hearth on Sunday forward of the leaders with that 61 that included two bogeys and one of many nice early fist pumps in golf historical past on the ultimate gap (the video beneath is unimaginable). Sabbatini talked all week in regards to the jolt he is been wanting to present to golf in Slovakia (although he is from South Africa, he has dual-citizenship as a result of his spouse, who caddied for him this week, is Slovakian). He did not find yourself profitable gold, however notching Slovakia’s third medal of those Olympic Video games is an enormous deal, and him capturing a 61 in the course of the night time (and a best-ball 57 with taking part in companion C.T. Pan!) is one I will bear in mind for an extended, very long time.

3. BRONZE — C.T. Pan (-15): Pan technically completed T3 with six different golfers however beat all of them on the fourth playoff gap for the bronze medal when Collin Morikawa’s second shot plugged in a bunker. Usually, it could be outstanding that Pan beat Morikawa, Rory McIlroy, Hideki Matsuyama and Paul Casey in a playoff, however on this occasion it’s really astonishing. Why? Pan began his match with a 74 on Thursday that was higher than two golfers. He closed 66-66-63 simply to get into the playoff and ended up taking residence a medal. Unbelievable stuff. Grade: A

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T4. Hideki Matsuyama (-15): Matsuyama was a type of golfers Pan beat within the insane seven-man playoff. He began gradual however closed laborious and had a putt to keep away from the playoff altogether on the 72nd gap. He missed it and bowed out of the playoff early on the primary gap, however his efficiency in his residence nation when everybody was anticipating a lot from the Masters champion was fairly inspiring. Particularly contemplating this was his first occasion in a month after he examined constructive for COVID-19 and missed the final main of the yr. Grade: A

(Olympics golf): T4. Rory McIlroy (-15): McIlroy misplaced out on the seven-way bronze medal playoff on the third playoff gap, however he was terrific each on and off the course all week. He gave a ton of nice quotes — and talked so much about how he must be extra relaxed on the course and extra athletic together with his placing — however that is the one I feel will stick to me the longest.

“I want to present issues an opportunity,” he mentioned of his skepticism in regards to the Olympics earlier than taking part in in it. “I used to be chatting with my spouse final night time and saying perhaps I should not be so skeptical. However I feel I must do a greater job of simply giving an opportunity, experiencing issues, not writing them off at first look. That is form of a trait of mine, however like I am glad to be confirmed incorrect. I used to be confirmed incorrect on the Ryder Cup, I have been confirmed incorrect this week and I am glad that, I am glad to say that.” Grade: A

Additionally completed T4 (-15): Sebastian Munoz, Paul Casey, Mito Pereira

T22. Sungjae Im (-10): Im gave it an awesome run on the weekend however finally got here up brief due to a gradual begin within the first two rounds that had him 1 over going to the weekend. He (and Si Woo Kim) are notable as a result of profitable any of the three medals this week would have exempted them from obligatory army service sooner or later. They’re each younger sufficient that they may have one other shot on the 2024 Olympics and even the 2028 Olympics, however with a lot of the golf world rooting for them in Tokyo, it was an enormous bummer to see them come up brief (Kim completed T32). Grade: B+

T22. Justin Thomas (-10): If this occasion had been seven or eight days lengthy, J.T. could have ended up profitable. After a gap 71 on Thursday by which he made 18 consecutive pars, he improved his rating each day and closed with a 65 on Sunday. He was among the many large group of gamers who have been overwhelmed with how good their Olympics expertise was.

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“It is so totally different,” mentioned Thomas. “It was cooler than I believed it was. I am extra happy with being right here than I believed I might be. I believed I might be proud, however the first like day or two I instantly discovered that that is like the best factor I’ve ever been part of.

“The Ryder Cup is cool, the Presidents Cup’s cool, however that is simply so totally different. I grew up watching the Ryder Cup, the Presidents Cup, the majors, and by no means grew up watching this, so nobody was ever in a position to relay or say the way it felt being an Olympian, particularly a golfer. I used to be by no means hitting putts as an 8, 10-year-old on the placing inexperienced to win the Olympics and win a gold medal. So I feel when you do not have the power to dream one thing, whenever you get right here … it may generally simply take you unexpectedly, and this undoubtedly exceeded that.” Grade: B-

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sleeplesswritersaito · 7 years ago

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Hide and Seek (Chanyeol, OC)

OC-Choi EunKyung

When EunKyung woke up, it was to a head splitting ache that drilled through her skull. The moment she opened her eyes, regret washed over her and she buried her head under her pillow with a groan.

"So you're awake," Kyungsoo said, turning around. He was seated at his desk at the corner of the room, in front of his laptop. He put his episode on pause and removed his earphones, standing up to stretch.

"What happened," EunKyung asked as he made his way to the bed where she lay, bundled up under the blankets.

"You went partying last night," he replied, punctuating each word with a poke to her forehead.

"Was it that bad?" She asked, scrunching her nose as she tried to swat his hand away while keeping her eyes closed. "My head feels like it got smashed in by mjolnir and my throat feels as dry as Helheim."

"You've had too much Thor Ragnarok," he said. "Wait here, I'll go get you something. I'll be right back," he said as he left the room.

When she heard him come back in the room, she sat up in bed, hands out to receive what he went to get.

"Did you sleep on the couch?" She asked, opening her eyes as she felt him deposit her cellphone in her open palms.

"Yeah, but it's alright," Kyungsoo said before she could apologise. "You crashed the second you hit the bed so I let you be. He left you a note, by the way."

"He?" She asked as she looked down, reading the yellow post-it note stuck to her phone screen.

Good morning, I hope you slept well! I hope your headache isn't too bad :'( I left you something, hope it helps c:

She looked up, still dazed, only to find Kyungsoo handing her a cup of water. He shook a bottle of pain relief pills and handed her one. She noticed a yellow post-it stuck to the bottle, similar to the one stuck to her phone screen, a smiley face drawn on it.

"Thanks," she said, exchanging her phone for the medicine, taking time to look at her surroundings.

His bedroom hadn't changed one bit since the last time she had been here. The walls were still bare except for the bulletin board he kept beside his desk, filled with Polaroids and sticky notes and judo medals, the shelves surrounding his desk filled with books and drama scripts. Do Kyungsoo, the judo player, the aspiring actor/director, the super star. And her in his room. In his bed, to be more precise, although she had the impression the hue of his sheets had changed since she had last been here, though her perception of colours might've been altered by the throbbing pain in her head.

"How have you been?" She asked, rubbing her temples. Downing a cup of water had helped her headache, but she couldn't wait for the medicine to kick in and rid her ears of the ringing they currently hosted. "Sorry I haven't had time to keep up with the other spheres of your life."

"It's not a problem," he said, stepping over her to sit on his bed, back to the wall, her legs under his. "We're both busy after all. The team had a tournament last weekend and we brought back the gold, so that's a mountain of stress we've put behind us. If not, I've been able to get an appointment for auditions next week and I've submitted my script to a few places. I'm waiting for callbacks, but you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Of course I did," she said as she covered a yawn with the back of her hand. "I was the one who managed to get you that interview opportunity and also the one who revised your script before sending it off to my friend and her connections. I'm not your best friend and aspiring manager for nothing."

He nodded in agreement. Ever since high school, they had followed each other like night and day, making up for each other. They had met through a theatre audition, her as a new addition to the jury panel and him as a participant. Although he had been dropped during his first audition, they had kept in touch, EunKyung noticing the potential he had. He hadn't been declined because of lack of skill that time, rather he hadn't fit the role that was demanded of him -not that it had needed justification, but she had wanted to give him one anyways. They had bonded then, as she gave him pointers and he improved, pleasantly surprised to find a friend in each other. It was no surprise that after graduating, they had been complementary in college choices and profession too.

"Back on topic," she said, finally able to properly open her eyes now that the ringing in her ears had subsided. "What happened last night? Why am I at your place and not at mine? I mean, Jaehee's nice and all, but I wouldn't want to cause a misunderstanding."

"You're all stars in her book. She passed by this morning before going back to work and gave me advice on how to deal with you. And I asked myself the same question when you rang my doorbell at 3 a.m," he replied. "I'm not too sure what happened. All I know is you went partying last night, hopefully with friends, and came back with this guy I never met. Tall. Pretty good looking. Party-looking type. I didn't get a troublemaker vibe though. Maybe just popular? I don't know. He just said he'd leave you here since you told him to bring you here and then he left."

"Simple as that?" She asked, incredulous.

"Simple as that," he echoed. "I'd check your phone to get hints, if I were you."

"I'm not sure I want to," she replied.

She wasn't the biggest party go-er out there, but when the atmosphere was good and she was in the mood to party, sometimes she let herself go a bit too much. Seeing as there were were a lot of blanks to fill in her memory, she guessed yesterday had been one of those nights.

---

"Don't you press play again," EunKyung threatened with a wooden spoon. Kyungsoo was currently holding her phone hostage, audio setting on max, his thumb hovering over the screen of her phone where a video was currently put on pause.

"Oh my God, I swear I'll make you die a cruel death Do Kyungsoo," she said as his thumb touched her phone screen and noise started to emanate from it.

"Why hello there," her slurred voice said, moving away from her as Kyungsoo evaded her flailing arms. "I just met this amazing guy, he's seriously really dreamy and amazing and he saved me and he's taking me home right now. He's a total knight in shining armor, I swear. Say hii!"

The brunette didn't have to see the video to know what the screen was showing, she'd watched it in mortified silence enough times while Kyungsoo's hangover soup was brewing. Right about now, the camera would pan to a wider view, zooming out to show two people instead of one as she extended her arm in the video. Her cheeks would be tinted an obvious pink, even in the bad lighting the streetlamps projected, and the camera angle made it obvious the boy in question was giving her a piggy back ride.

As Kyungsoo had described, he was a handsome guy. He had an angular face, pointed ears, and defined features, although slightly strained from carrying her. From the street name she could decipher in the background and the fact she knew she had been at The Eve, also supposing he had carried her from there to here, he must have been carrying her for what could've easily been twenty minutes, yet he didn't seem to be complaining. His brown hair was tussled in a way he managed to pull off and, from the upper body she could see and the bits of memories she had managed to scavenge, she could tell his build was pretty muscular. Maybe it had played a part in him not being red-faced, but then again that feat seemed to play more on the cardio aspect than the muscular one. She had spent a lot of time trying to piece things together and analysing.

"Hi," he greeted the camera, stopping on the sidewalk to stabilize her, free an arm, and wave at her phone. "Nice to meet you."

Had EunKyung been in his position her smile probably would've been forced, but his seemed genuine, white teeth shining. "You'll have to get that camera out of my face though," he said, as he turned his head to look at her from the corner of his eye, "I have to put you down while I hail a taxi."

"Alrighty," video her said with a pout. "I guess we have to say bye bye to the angel for now." As they waved on screen, the angle dropped to show a low angle of them, close to the white fabric of his dress shirt; then the image froze, the sound of passing cars stopping all at once.

"If you blackmail me with this, know I will spill all of your dirty secrets to Jaehee," EunKyung threatened once she reached Kyungsoo, unfortunately too late to stop the video from playing.

"Truce, truce," he repeated, one hand up, the other handing her her phone. "Let's not break our friendship vows, alright?"

"Only if you promise never to bring this video back," she said, pointing a finger at him while she took her phone back. "Deal?"

"Deal," he hurriedly said, hoping to let go of the subject drop as fast as possible. The secrets they shared were harmless, but he wasn't quite ready to spill all of them to his girlfriend, even if they had been together for a little over a year now. "Let's settle down for soup, ramen and Netflix and forget about this for now."

---

"So, how was your spring break?" Chanyeol's best friend asked, sitting down in the seat beside his. His eyes were bright, as bubbly as his personality was, even on this early Monday morning.

He was wearing a thin, form-fitting turtleneck that showed off the muscles he gained from being on the baseball team and faded jeans to top the effortlessly good-looking look that was typical of Byun Baekhyun.

"Who is she?" He asked before Chanyeol could answer, stressing the last word as he looked at his friend's phone screen.

"Um, Cara Delevigne, you uncultured swine?" He replied with a raised eyebrow, showing his friend his lock screen. "I thought you knew your models."

"I didn't mean her," the blond scoffed, taking the phone out of the taller's hands, accessing his home screen. "I meant her."

On screen was a blurred-edged close-up selfie of a girl. Pale skin made lighter by the streetlamp lighting, sparkly brown eyes and caramel hair illuminated glowing under the star illuminated sky, she was holding up a peace sign. In the background, it was easy to make Chanyeol out, his tall figure standing beside a bus stop, looking around for signs of the designated driver he had called over.

"She's no one," the brunette said, retaking possession of his phone and putting it on his desk. He took a mental note that it was, perhaps, a good idea to change his passcode.

"Park Chanyeol wouldn't have a nobody as his Iphone home screen," his best friend replied. "So spill the beans, pretty boy."

"She's a no-name," he replied ruffling his hair. "I met her a The Eve last weekend during Zhang's birthday party and I haven't seen her since."

"No name and no number either?" The blonde guessed, going by his friends' reaction.

They'd been best friends since first grade, so reading each other was easy. Chanyeol had never not been popular with the ladies, but he had always been more of a love-struck chaser, the kind to be infatuated at first sight rather than dating a girl who was chasing after him. Looking at the current situation, it was easy to understand he could have this girl as his wallpaper and not take a look at the girls lining up to date him.

The taller nodded. "No such luck," he said. "I was too busy getting her home and she wasn't in a state to answer whatever it is I would've asked. Plus, she's already taken."

"What makes you think that?" Baekhyun asked. "Just because she's cute and you don't know her name or have her number doesn't mean you don't have a chance with her. I'm sure we can figure something out."

"I dropped her off at her place and some guy answered the door," Chanyeol replied, leaning on his desk. He had pondered on the subject during the entire weekend, thinking of possible hypotheses explaining that guys's presence, but one of them stood out the most: the pretty Eve girl was taken.

"Hey, Sehun," Baekhyun called, leaning back in his seat, the front two legs of his chair rising in the air. "You were at Zhang's birthday last weekend, right?"

Two rows behind him, the called brunette leaned forward, twisting his torso to lean on his forearms and look forward. "Yixing's party you mean? Yeah, I was there. Why?"

"Do you know this girl?" The blonde asked, throwing him Chanyeol's phone. The latter's cheeks were buried in his palms, elbows on his desk, too deep in thought to notice his phone wasn't on his desk anymore.

The younger caught the phone mid-air, thumbing the screen to have a good look at the picture.

"I might've caught a look at her at the bar at some point," he replied. "I had my own booth, so I didn't really have time to look around, but she's cute. Don't know her name though. Who's looking for her?"

"The puppy," Baekhyun said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder to where his friend was.

"Oh," the younger replied, throwing the phone back. "Well if I discover her name or get her digits I'll let you know."

"Alright, thanks," the blonde said, just as the teacher entered the classroom.

"Knowing you lot, most of you probably forgot to read what I assigned as homework didn't you?" He asked as he took out the class material from his bag.

Half the class collectively groaned as he chuckled, rolling up his sleeves and taking a whiteboard marker.

"I knew some of you would forget and so, instead of chewing you out, I'll spend fifteen minutes doing a quick review of what you were supposed to have read. See, in chapter 23, you were supposed to have read about-"

---

"-and then your coach came up to me asking where you were and I had to come up with an excuse to save your sorry backside," Chanyeol ranted, gesturing as he explained what had happened to him yesterday. "And being the great friend I am, although I debated whether I should cover for you for the hundredth time or not, I-"

But Baekhyun was only half paying attention to what his friend was saying, rather he was focused on the caramel coloured mop of hair that was making its way in the same direction as them, in the wing sub-adjacent to the one they were walking in.

From this angle, he could see her profile and, matching it with his memories, he knew it was the girl he was looking for. She was currently talking to a boy; buzz cut, wide shoulders, well built, discussing over an agenda as they walked.

She has a cute smile, he thought to himself as her friend told her what Baekhyun guessed was a joke. Now if only I could figure out her name...

"Hey, do you know what wing this is?" He asked, interrupting Chanyeol mid-sentence.

"The one we're in?" His friend replied. "You basically have all of your classes in this wing and you still don't know what it's called?"

"I meant the one beside us," the blonde said, pointing at the wing beside theirs, just as Eve girl turned a corner and disappeared out of sight.

"Oh, that's the LSM one," Chanyeol said, peering over his friend's shoulder to look at what he was pointing at. "The theatre and social science kids have their classes there. Why?"

"Just wondering," he said. "So, what excuse did you use to cover for me this time?"

"You better stop meeting with all these girls and focus on practice a bit, because I swear I'll run out of excuses one of these days and then you'll have to save your own butt."

---

"Looks like your secret admirer is on his way to asking you out on a date," Kyungsoo teased as EunKyung opened her locker door and he snatched the post-it stuck to it, putting his hands behind his back in a bad attempt at hiding it from her.

"I think not," she said, taking the books out of her bag and placing them back in their rightful place. "And I don't think it's a secret admirer. For all I know, this looks awfully similar to your handwriting."

Kyungsoo gasped, faking to be offended. "Do you really think that I, Do Kyungsoo, would stoop so low as to hold a facade for two weeks straight?"

"You never know," she teased, sticking out her tongue as she locked her locker, snatching the blue post-it from behind his back. "It's you after all."

Would you be interested in meeting?

"Wait a minute," she said as she reread the message and let it sink in. "Are you sure you're not the one writing these? Your guesses are scarily on point."

"What do you me -oh," he said, reading the message over her shoulder as they headed towards the cafeteria.

"I swear I'm not the one writing those," he said, raising his hands in defense before she could accuse him again. "Is there a date or anything?"

"Not that I see," she said, turning the post-it around. "How am I even supposed to answer this anyway?"

"Maybe answer on the post-it and re-stick it on your locker?" Kyungsoo suggested with a shrug. "If they pass by your locker to give you these, they'll probably see your answer."

"Hmm, I guess I have no choice but to trust you on that," she replied, spinning around.

"Hey, where are you going?" He called out, turning around to follow after her.

"The faster I reply the faster I myself get a reply, right?" She said with a smile, walking backwards to answer him.

He shook his head and broke into a smile as he followed her. Although she looked like much more of an adult than he was when she was managing his schedules, she sure was child-like at times.

flashback

"Hey, you're Do Kyungsoo, right?"

He took a sip of water from his water bottle, before motioning for him to wait a bit.

"Sunbae, I'll take a five minute break. Please practice with the coach for a round or two, I'll be right back."

He bowed to a boy one year older than him who was fixing his Judo uniform and headed back his way.

"And who might you be?" He asked once he stepped off the mat. He leaned against the wall and took another sip of water while the blonde answered.

"I play on the university's baseball team. I'm Byun Baekhyun," he replied with a bright smile and an extended hand which Kyungsoo shook. "Sorry this meeting is out of the blue, I've actually been meaning to meet you for a while now."

"And why is that?" Kyungsoo asked with an arched eyebrow. "Is there an upcoming friendly competition going on between the baseball and judo team I don't know about?"

"Nothing like that,"Baekhyun replied. "It's just that a good friend of yours has caught my eye. Actually, she's caught one of my friends' eye and I've been meaning to try to get them to meet, if you don't mind."

"What are you talking about?" the brunet asked, cocking his head.

"This friend of yours, caramel top," he said making circular motions above his own hair, "Was at a party about a week ago. My friend brought her back home and she's been on his mind ever since. This is going to sound creepy, I know, but don't take it that way. I asked around and managed to find you after a little bit of asking around. I know she's not dating you, so would you happen to know if she's interested in my friend? If you say no I'll get the message across, but if she's potentially interested, I'm all for making it happen. A few mysterious notes here and there, a planned meeting later and I think there could be something there."

Thinking back to the many talks he had had with EunKyung about mystery post-it boy; from asking friends to asking friends of friends (unable to get a hold of Yixing due to his busy schedule), they had given up on finding the mysteriously good-looking guy that had dropped her off at his place last week. EunKyung had threatened him with bringing back the talk about the video but had never mentioned anything about talking about its contents. Hence, they joked about him from time to time.

"I think it's worth a shot," he said. "Give me your phone number and we'll come up with something later. I have to get back to practice."

end of flashback

"You're cancelling on me because of what?" EunKyung repeated, cupping her hand over her free ear to make sure she was hearing things right.

"I said I'm going to have to cancel because Jaehee is making me to go see some movie," he repeated.

"I don't want to make it seem as though I'm stealing you from her, but what about me?” She asked, waving her arms in exasperation though she knew he couldn’t see her. "You wanted to try the food at this restaurant precisely because of Jaehee! Because you wanted to know if it would suit her taste for the surprise party you wanted to throw her!"

"I know," he said. "I know, but I trust your taste buds and I'm sorry. Jaehee's been down because of her exams and I don't want to leave her like this."

EunKyung sighed in defeat. She knew Jaehee was studying to become a lawyer and, seeing the brick of a book she had to learn by heart and understand, she also knew her friend hadn't chosen an easy career path.

"Since you reserved, I'll go," she conceded. "I'm sure it'll taste good -the ratings say so too- but I'll tell you what I think when I'm done eating. Under which name did you reserve again?"

---

"Welcome," the boy said as Chanyeol stepped through the doors. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Hi, yes I do. I have a reservation for ChanKyung," he asked more than said, reading the name off his text messages.

"She's already here," the he said, motioning to someone else to take his place as he led him further into the restaurant. "Right this way, if you would."

Baekhyun had told him he had coined him another blind date and, although he didn't really like those impromptu meetings, he had agreed to it as a form of birthday gift. He had missed out because he had had an exam the next day and, although it was a totally valid excuse, the blond had teased him about it so much he had caved under his request. So here he was, thanking and waving off the boy once he had arrived at his designated table.

"Hi EunKy-" he said as he sat down, the words dying in his throat as he took in who was seated in front of him. Though her face wasn't as flushed as he remembered, she still looked the same. Caramel coloured hair that reached her elbows, soft brows and big eyes, she was the The Eve girl.

Her eyes had widened in recognition too.

"Uh hi," she started, snapping out of it. "What are you doing here?"

"My friend told me to come here because he had made a reservation but he didn't show," he said, making something up. He wasn't about tell the girl who had been occupying his thoughts for the past two weeks that he was here for a blind date. "What about you?"

"I'm also here because of also reservation and a no-show friend," she said. "I don't mean to sound mean, but did the waiter mix up our reservations? Since my friend didn't show up, I'm pretty sure I was supposed to have this table to myself."

"I had a reservation for ChanKyung," he offered without thinking.

She furrowed her eyebrows at that. With a confused smile she asked: "Sorry, what? Did you say just say you had a reservation for ChanKyung?"

"Yes I did," he said cautiously. "It's the name my friend gave me for the reservation he had made. Is there something wrong?"

"It's just that Chankyung is the ship name my," she started then stopped. "This is too weird to be a coincidence, don't you think? First meeting you at Yixing's party -which I am still mortified and sorry about- and then this; doesn't it all seem too good to be true?"

"Sort of like you're in a dream? I know what you mean," he chuckled. "I won't pass up of making good conversation with you though, even if this is a dream."

"Quite the smooth talker are we now," she said with a grin, hoping the warmth she felt was because of the actual room temperature and not her cheeks burning up. "Well, if you're to eat with me, you should order soon since my order is bound to arrive any time now."

---

"Hey, you owe me for this," Baekhyun whispered, slapping Kyungsoo's chest with the back of his hand.

"I paid for the tickets and the food, what more can you asked for," the judo athlete replied, stealing some of the popcorn from Baekhyun's lap. Two rows in front of them sat EunKyung and Chanyeol, sharing a popcorn and a pack of onion rings, each drinking their own slush.

"ChanKyung is doing pretty well," he said, referring to the ship name he had coined in a random hypothetical conversation with EunKyung a few weeks prior. The baseball player nodded in agreement.

"Not too bad if I do say so myself," the blond said, praising himself. "Now hush, the movie is starting."

Although the lights did indeed dim and the previews started rolling, Kyungsoo couldn't tell if his friend was referring to the movie they were about to watch or the fact that Chanyeol had just leaned into EunKyung's side, whispering something in her ear before the movie started.

The End

A/N: And that’s another wrap! This story outline struck me when I was riding the bus some time ago, yet I’ve only been able to put it into words now. (It also sort of got pushed off because of the holidays and school, sorry) Thank you for getting this far and for taking time to read my writing! It means a lot to me.

This is the picture I used to base EunKyung off of :) and also the pose EunKyung had on the picture on Chanyeol’s phone, which she stole while he was hailing a cab

But um, yes, another story posted; hopefully more coming soon! In the meantime, feel free to go read my other works (you can find my latest story here) or follow me if you want to know when I post more stories or just to look at the other kpop stuff I reblog

Alright, I don’t know what else to write, so I’ll just leave this set of pictures here and take my leave (thank the lord for this Die Jungs photoshoot and for this Fiji shoot and just Sehun’s looks in general)

because who wouldn’t want to have these fine boys in their classes

Also bless L’Officiel Hommes 2017 for these

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sae-you-sae-me · 8 years ago

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Hi! Can I get a HC with the RFA+Saeran's reaction to MC's ex who broke her heart so badly when they broke up and after MC seeing the ex, she sort of feels scared about RFA+Saeran leaving her like the way her ex did? Thank you!

Sorry this took so long! Hope you like it though~

Zen:

He took you to a restaurant for a date

Everything was great until your waiter came around

Zen saw you got really tense as soon as the waiter introduced himself

He asked you once you were alone, and you explained that he was your ex

What hit you worse is that he didn’t even recognize you

Zen could see that you were really shaken

He asked if you wanted a new waiter, but you told him it was fine

You told him how your ex dumped you over text after a year of dating

It was really abrupt and it crushed your heart because he said you were too clingy

There’s a short pause before you ask if he thinks that’s true

Of course he shuts the idea down immediately

But now Zen is fuming, because how could someone make you feel that way about yourself

When the waiter comes back around, he looks at Zen and says, “Hey! Aren’t you that popular singer online? Can I have your autograph?”

Zen smirks at you before agreeing

He writes on the napkin, “An autograph for the biggest ^*)&$ on this %^$&*%^ planet ^% you *dolphin noise*”

You watch in horror as your ex reads it

When it’s a time to order, a new waiter comes

Yoosung:

You were out for a walk in the park when someone lost their dog

Why does that always happen with Yoosung???

A beautiful woman jogs up to you to claim the dog and thank you both

She goes back to a man who you recognize and gasp

“That’s my ex,” you inform Yoosung

You tell him that your ex cheated on you and when you caught him, he just said you weren’t beautiful enough for him

“I guess he found the right girl,” you mutter

You grow quieter as the walk goes on, and Yoosung can tell what you’re thinking

“If you think you’re not good enough, or I’m going to leave you, just stop. I saved my shoulder for 21 years!”

You just tackle him in a hug and say how he’s the best

You also notice his compliments increase tenfold today

Jaehee:

You were helping Jaehee with some grocery shopping

You two were just standing in line when a guy with flowers stands in the line behind you

“MC? Is that you?” he asks. He glances at Jaehee “Guess you’re not so lonely anymore.”

Normally, Jaehee would’ve brushed it off, but the way he rolled his eyes ticked her off

Seeing how uncomfortable you were, she said she forgot something and dragged you to another aisle

She asks who it was and why you seemed so shaken up

You explain it was your ex from a few years back who had dumped you because you confronted him about spending more time with his friends than with you

You had felt lonely, and it made it worse when you found he had cheated several times

Jaehee just narrows her eyes, “Do you need me to judo flip him?”

“Jaehee, no!”

“Because I can flip him.”

“Please don’t…”

“Warn someone that there’s going to be a clean up on aisle three.”

Jumin:

It was one of those annual office parties in Jumin’s department

But, he had forgotten something at the penthouse, so you decide to run it over

While you’re there, he introduces you to his small department

Before you’re about to leave, a man saunters up to you

“So, dating the CEO now, huh? Guess you’re climbing up the ladder, gold digger.”

You would’ve slapped him if Jumin hadn’t intervened and called you to the side

He saw the situation, but wanted to ask you what happened first

That employee happened to be your ex who you broke up with due to his lack of care for you

You worked constantly in order to help him financially, but he only slacked off at home and spent most of his time drinking instead of with you

To make it worse, he accused you of being too ambitious

Jumin somehow managed to calm you down, but he was wearing a small smile on his face

“Coincidentally, we’re making cuts in the department and your ex happens to be the one to be let go due to his lack of work ethic.”

Still, your ex’s comments are starting to get to you and you ask Jumin if he thinks they could have some truth

He just sighs and pulls you into a hug, reassuring you that he knows you were never in it for the money, and your hard-working nature is one of the things he loves about you

Seven:

You both had taken a rare trip to the mall, and after hours of shopping around, you take a break on one of the benches and just people watch for a little

Seven just taps your shoulder and points to this couple making out on the other side of the area

“Is he a vampire or something? Yikes.”

He says it at a joke, but you abruptly stand up and start walking in the other direction

He’s worried so he goes after you

You tell him that the “vampire” was your ex who had randomly said he wasn’t into you after three years of dating

Later you found out he was cheating…with the very same girl he was with now

You start rambling on about how it was probably because of you

You start naming your own insecurities

Seven is patiently listening, assuming your venting

But when you say, “You probably want to leave me too because of how I am.”

He snaps

He scolds you for a really long time for thinking of yourself like that and how he would never ever leave you

…he doesn’t stop until you hug him and thank him

Saeran:

You guys are eating peacefully at a froyo place when a loud, obnoxious couple walked in

Saeran gets worried when you say you suddenly want to leave

But he doesn’t argue and walks out onto the patio with you

You apologize and explain that the couple was your ex and your old best friend

Your ex had dumped you years ago only to start dating your closest friend a few weeks later

You think he would be fuming, but he just starts talking about how the past is the past and that you needed to look ahead to a bright future together

Just as you’re starting to say you’re worried that he might find someone better, he just shuts you down and claims you’re stuck with him

“Wow…you’re a lot calmer than I expected,” you admit.

He just smiles before announcing that he wants to get more toppings

You watch from the window

You notice he mutters something to your ex

You don’t know what it was, but your ex collects his girlfriend and leaves the place

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dailykhaleej · 5 years ago

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Watch: UAE backs IOC and Tokyo Games organisers in innovative video conference

Ahmad Al Tayeb, the Chairman, Technical and Sports activities Division of the UAE NOC Picture Credit score: Equipped

Dubai: The UAE has assured the worldwide sporting world of its full help in the wake of the 2020 Tokyo Olympic Games postponement, earlier this week.

The UAE made the peace of mind to the worldwide sporting fraternity after collaborating in a video-conference assembly of the Worldwide Olympic Committee (IOC) and Nationwide Olympic Committees (NOCs) from practically 200 nations, earlier on Friday.

The UAE was represented by Ahmad Al Tayeb, Chairman, Technical and Sports activities Division of the UAE NOC, who assured the digital assembly of high worldwide sports activities leaders that the UAE was “properly and really behind every and each transfer from the IOC and the 2020 Tokyo organisers”. The assembly was chaired by IOC President Thomas Bach, who, in his opening tackle urged for “like-mindedness and unity on all fronts” from the NOCs collaborating in the assembly.

Ahmad Al Tayeb, the Chairman, Technical and Sports activities Division of the UAE NOC, in video conference with Thomas Bach of the IOC

“He was very appreciative of what the NOCs have been doing by themselves to make sure the sports activities actions internationally keep related and alive,” Al Tayeb instructed Gulf Information after spending practically two hours on a specifically set-up video conference facility.

“A choice to postpone the Olympic Games has so many assorted penalties. It was no method a straightforward choice to take, however Mr Bach assured us that the ideas of solidarity and unity will shine by our instance of sticking collectively as one fraternity,” he added.

Al Tayeb is among the many few in the UAE with a Sports activities Administration Masters diploma from the Worldwide Academy of Sport Science and Expertise (AISTS), Lausanne. Endorsed by the IOC, the 15-month AISTS postgraduate diploma is co-signed by a few of the greatest tutorial and expertise institutes in Switzerland.

“As a nation, we’re novices on the worldwide sporting enviornment, and but it’s our duty to help such an vital choice of the postponement of the Olympics. That mentioned, we’re satisfied that Japan will ship a really superb Games each time it’s held subsequent yr. I’m certain and sure that the subsequent Olympics shall be certainly one of a sort Games, the place humanity will triumph,” Al Tayeb mentioned.

“Any form of sport provides humanity a proper to self-determination, a singular house to precise on a typical platform. Sport additionally unites and unifies us all. We’re all on the identical web page and it’s this time that we really want to face by one another with the frequent aim of seeing the sunshine on the finish of the tunnel.”

Tokyo would be the ninth look of the UAE squad at a Summer time Olympics. The UAE NOC was shaped in 1979 and recognised by the IOC in 1980. They made their debut on the 1984 Los Angeles Games and received their first-ever medal — a gold in the double lure taking pictures — by Sheikh Ahmad Hasher Al Maktoum on the 2004 Games in Athens. The subsequent medal for the nation got here on the final Olympics in Rio de Janeiro when Sergiu Toma landed a bronze in the lads’s 81kg class in judo.

To date, Ivan Remarenco and Victor Scvortov, each judokas, are the one two athletes who’ve formally certified to symbolize the UAE on the 2020 Tokyo Games. Scvortov shall be competing in the lads’s 73kg class, whereas Remarenco shall be in the lads’s -100kg class.

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mulgasuk · 6 years ago

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Athletes, coaches and volunteers honoured at Sport Woking Awards

Sporting heroes and stars were honoured at the annual Sport Woking Awards ceremony held on Friday 21 September at the H.G. Wells Conference and Events Centre, Woking.

The awards celebrate talent and achievement in sport and recognise the men, women and young people who contribute to Woking’s sporting excellence. During the evening, the gathered audience heard inspiring stories of sportspeople whose work makes the lives of people in Woking healthier and happier. The evening also provided the opportunity to celebrate Team Woking’s success at the Specsavers Surrey Youth Games, where Woking won the overall medal table. Joining the evening’s celebrations were Mayor of Woking, Cllr Will Forster, Cllr Ian Eastwood representing Surrey Playing Fields, James Sawyer from Specsavers, Bob Pritchard from Active Surrey and Eleanor Cranfield from Freedom Leisure. The winners of the Sport Woking Awards 2018 were… • The Trotman Trophy – Jamie Lewis, Woking Gymnastic Club • Specsavers Young Sports Personality – Tia Hansford, 1349 Woking Air Training Corps Squadron • Active Surrey Coach of the Year - Simon Strong, Woking Walking Football • Surrey Playing Fields Young Volunteer of the Year – Lucy Gerhard-Jones, Fighting Fitness Judo • Outstanding Contribution to Sport – Fiona Creswick, Byfleet Village Football Club • Sports Personality of the Year – Louisa Piper, Woking Archery Club • Volunteer of the Year – Candy Schofield, Woking Archery Club • Disability Sport Award – The Park School • Young Sports Team of the Year – Beaufort Primary School Girls Football • Sports Team of the Year – Cardinal Saints • Club of the Year – Woking Rugby Club • Team Woking Surrey Youth Games School of the Year – Woking High School • Team Woking Surrey Youth Games Coach of the Year – Woody Swain, Badminton • Team Woking Surrey Youth Games Team of the Year – Judo and Junior Squash

Speaking at the awards, Cllr Will Forster, said: “Woking Borough has a thriving sports scene. As Mayor I have visited many of the clubs and tournaments and seen first hand the dedication and talent we have in the Borough and the hard work of the coaches and volunteers who help our sports people to excel. We are proud that world class sports men and women, like Jamie Lewis and Louisa Piper, call Woking their home. “I wish every award winner and runner up here tonight every success with their future sporting careers and will be watching avidly to see some familiar faces in Tokyo in 2020!” The winners of each category were presented with a commemorative trophy by the Mayor and will have the chance to represent Woking Borough at the Surrey County Sports Awards, which will be held on Monday 3 December 2018 at the Brooklands Hotel. The Sport Woking Awards are organised in partnership with Sport Woking and Woking Borough Council. Sport Woking, the sport council for Woking, are looking for new members, if you would like to express your interest or would like more information please contact Clive Moon, Sport Woking Chair, at [email protected] For further information on the Sport Woking Awards, please visit www.woking.gov.uk/sportawards or contact Emma-Louise Webb, Woking Borough Council’s Sports Development Officer at [email protected]

The winners - The Trotman Trophy Jamie Lewis, Woking Gymnastic Club Jamie is one of the most successful junior gymnasts Great Britain has ever produced. In his final year as a junior competitor, Jamie has won the following titles: European Youth Olympic Champion, Men’s London Open Peter Moore All-Around Champion, English Junior All-Around Champion, British Floor Champion, Junior European Floor Champion, along with a healthy collection of medals. Jamie continues to inspire athletes from around the world and now focuses on senior competitions, with his ultimate goal of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics. Specsavers Young Sports Personality Tia Hansford Tia Hansford is a 14-year old cadet of 1349 Woking Squadron, Royal Air Force Air Cadets. Tia comfortably won the 800m race in local and regional athletics competitions of the Air Training Corps (ATC). She then went on to represent the South East Region (LaSER) at the national ATC Atheltics Competition, where she came first by an impressive 18 seconds and broke an 11 year old record in the process. Tia’s achievement has enabled the LaSER to retain the national Corps athletics trophy and her performance has set an important benchmark for Surrey Wing's future standing in the regional and national sporting profile of the Air Training Corps. Active Surrey Coach of the Year Simon Strong, Woking Walking Football Simon has been working tirelessly over the last year to increase participation in Walking Football at Woking Leisure Centre. Simon first started coaching the session in April 2017 and now has 30 regular players and the sport is continuing to thrive. He is also entering successful teams into regional and national leagues. Outside of football, strong ties have been made with Woking Hospice. Simon supports his players to keep them fit and active to overcome mental health issues. He is seen as not only a great coach but a good friend by the Walking Football players. Surrey Playing Fields Young Volunteer of the Year Lucy Gerhard-Jones, Fighting Fitness Judo Lucy has been part of Fighting Fitness Judo for just over three years. She not only participates in the sport but also passes on her love for Judo to others in her voluntary role as support coach. Every week she helps with classes for the younger children. She is a caring, encouraging and approachable coach. Lucy volunteered her time as a 'Gamesmaker' (support coach and helper) at the Surrey Youth Games this year and was an asset to the Woking team. Lucy has completed her Club referee award recently and has encouraged others to consider signing up to the next available course. Outstanding Contribution to Sport Fiona Creswick, Byfleet Village Football Club Fiona has been involved in Byfleet Village Football Club and football in the local area for the last 20 years. Thanks to Fiona's dedication and work the club is lucky enough to have fantastic facilities at Kings Head Lane Recreation Ground, providing football for children aged from four years to 18 years old. She is a friendly face for parents, children and coaches and a great source of knowledge for anything football. Sports Personality of the Year Louisa Piper, Woking Archery Club Fifteen-year-old archer Louisa ended last season ranked UK No2 Senior Lady and UK No1 Junior Girl. Louisa made her GBR debut in 2017 and by October of that year had won her third international medal. As one of the four-strong GBR Senior Olympic Women’s Squad, she is currently ranked 194th in the world and the second youngest archer in the World Top 200. Volunteer of the Year Candy Schofield, Woking Archery Club Candy has been a member of Woking AC for 22 years but has put down her bow more and more to take up volunteering on a truly spectacular level. She is Woking Archery Club Treasurer and is a key organiser of the Surrey Archery Weekend. She also helps the county out with its other main Longbow, Field and Junior shoots and all run without a hitch due to the huge amount of planning Candy undertakes both beforehand and on the day. At a national level Candy has formally taken on the voluntary role of Volunteer Coordinator for the Archery GB Events.

Disability Sport Award The Park School The Park School represented Team Woking at this years Specsavers Surrey Youth Games. At the competition weekend the Park School provided enough players for Team Woking to create an additional team with Waverley. The U13 teams Woking and Waverley, and Woking won gold and silver medals respectively. The School also entered an U18 team and teachers from the school supported the students by attending the Games weekend. Young Sports Team of the Year Beaufort Primary School Girls Football In May, Beaufort Primary School girls football team from Goldsworth Park, got through to the final of the National League Trust under 11s football tournament at Wembley Stadium and won. They were the top scoring team in the tournament and didn't concede a goal! The team also won the 2018 league title for WASP (Woking Area Sport for Primary Schools) among others wins this year.

Sports Team of the Year Cardinal Saints Cardinal Saints U18 Netball squad demonstrates athleticism and skill, not to mention dedication. The sportsmanship is admirable. On the court they give it 100% and go for everything however, irrelevant of the score, they are incredibly respectful of their opposition. When they take to the court in this predominantly adult netball league they come into their own. The team has worked through the divisions and currently play in Division One, coming third this year in the summer league. Club of the Year Woking Rugby Club Woking Rugby Club are committed to participating in the league championships for both teams. The club is supported by coach Richard. The First team were successfully promoted to Surrey 3s after being crowned the Surrey 4 Champions. The Second team in their own right are regular trophy winners. The club demonstrates a total level of respect to all members and players, and the message of sportsmanship and fair play is spread widely. Team Woking Surrey Youth Games School of the Year Woking High School The school had the highest level of participation at the Specsavers Surrey Youth Games training sessions and competition weekend. Team Woking Surrey Youth Games Coach of the Year Woody Swain, Badminton Woody has proven himself to be enthusiastic, patient and incredibly encouraging with the children, without putting pressure on them. He enables them to focus on having fun and enjoying their sport. He is such a patient person and really relates to the children during their coaching. He also volunteered for the Team Woking badminton squad and as an official at the Surrey Youth Games 2018. Team Woking Surrey Youth Games Team of the Year Judo and Junior Squash Awarded for commitment to training, good sportsmanship and fair play. Both teams expressed a great level of enthusiasm at training and at the Games weekend. The participants listened to, and learnt from, the advice of the coaches, and they all offered a great level of support to their peers.

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A Prologue:

“So when it feels like you're on PCP or whatever”

“LSD or Mushrooms” I correct her. A warning light goes off in my head. You don't confuse PCP with anything, especially if you work in a NeuroPsych Unit.

I mistake the lack of expression through most of our conversation as professionalism. The other Doctors smile or frown depending on how they feel about what I say. Doctors aren't supposed to share their personal opinions with you, so I let the narcotic mistake slide. Months after this, I begin to recognize that people hide their confusion by keeping a blank face. But I'm not processing blank faces very well yet.

I'm talking to Dr.(NAME) about my experiences after severing my brain into pieces in a car accident a few months before, and I am trying to explain that I'm sick of doctors, but also that I need to work. I'm describing my experience with psilocybin to illustrate my over reactions to situations. My biggest problems in life come from dealing with my employer, an overly assertive midwestern-mother-type woman who currently is in the act of embezzling the community to pay her children. She has no idea how to do her actual job and needs my advice for every move, but she can't admit to that because then she might get caught. She's spent months talking poorly about me in preparation for her preservation and people have been saying things.

Eventually I tell Dr.(NAME) I don't look like myself, my hair, my dress, everything is a product of being forced into it at work. I hate myself. I hate the way I look.

She tells me she can't tell me to quit my job, but my boss sounds difficult to work for.

I quit my job the next week and when I tell Dr. (NAME) I did, therapy is over. I feel relieved. My insurance case manager is there and when she hear's I quit my job she gives me a hug. All of this just sounds crazy and doesn't directly impact anyone I tell, so it isn't actually happening. This is going on at around the same time as the Nassar case, and I'm starting to wonder if just sweeping things under the rug is a Michigan thing.

I have some toys I made for fun, and they're really good, so my family encourages me to give it the old college try.

I jump full force into it contacting every person I've ever met regardless of the time elapsed between our last meeting and void of context. Less than six months after separating the loaves of your brain, you're incredibly liable to act like a crazy person. Especially when you are told that you've had a miraculous recovery and should seize the day.

I'm tired of starting my story and not finishing it. I'm tired of only being the clips and phrases people know of me at best. As if I remain in every act the same as the last, as if because for a moment our perspectives ran parallel it's possible to predict my path. But if I've learned anything it's that people are at their furthest standing next to each other, where skin gets in the way of shared ideas.

When I started it didn't matter where I finished as long as I was starting something else. At the advice of my parents I started out by getting ready for both college and the olympics in the fourth grade. In a world of child televangelist superstars, capri suns, and Little Big League, you immediately separate yourself from the people sitting next to you just by trying to get to anything more than recess. The other fourth graders might not understand your goals, but they just aren't gonna be ready for college or the Olympics. The other kids didn't have goals as good as mine, I was told, so I was justified in being different.

By the time we left the only remnants of the farm fields were the irrigation ditches running through the desert, watering something, somewhere. I only see them now in flashes interrupting my day.

“You put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle it becomes the bottle. You put into a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow, or it can crash.

Be water, my friend.”

And then a grin.

The grin Bruce Lee made in grainy monochrome video after that statement instantly became my goal. Well, my goal was to be the best, and at the time I thought his grin was because he knew he could beat anybody in combat. A sure sign of being the best. I was watching him on home video at the time because I wanted to be an olympic wrestler. A gold medalist at that. The best. I used to wear a hat that said “Future 5X Olympic Champ” with dozens of Safety Pins, one for each time I pinned an opponent in a match. I was a tween proudly displaying war headdress, with a future reign of dominance spanning two decades at least.

Lee didn't say be the best. He said be water.

At half the size of adults, children use megalomania to climb to eye-level. All Bruce Lee meant to me was victory, at the time, I didn't even know if he was alive or dead. I did know that I was a wrestler, and beating all of my opponents, I thought, would also give me that smile.

That smile was confidence. As a new kid in an ocean of new kids in Arizona, confidence is all any of us were looking for. I was sure anybody who was the best had confidence.

It was the '90's and cross-training was just being introduced into the mainstream vocabulary. For me cross-training meant learning how to kick people's asses in any sport. Not getting my ass kicked meant a lot of confidence. Wrestling was supposed to be the best sport, or that's what every wrestling coach kept saying. Being the best at the best sport meant all the confidence in the world. Too busy to meet anybody that didn't wrestle, I didn't get a lot of variety. As a kid all I had to go from was what I heard from others, and cross-training lead me to Lee.

Be water, my friend.

I latched onto his concept that the ultimate fighting style was no style because, at the time, I was cross-training as a white-belt Judo, but an Arizona state champion wrestler . I kicked ass in the beginner judo category in my first tournament. I didn't even know the proper way to start a match, but I knew ippon got the win. Talk about confidence.

Talk about judo people not liking me immediately.

Being able to pick battles (wrestling) inside of battles (judo) gave me a distinct advantage simply because I knew how to move my body according to another rule book.

I didn't know it at the time, but this was my first experience with the full effects of the forces of water crashing.

Rock. Paper. Scissors. Hurricane Andrew.

I felt the effects of this rule book for the first time in the big home town wrestling match between two of the high schools in my city. I'm actually supposed to be attending the third, but the wrestling program is... better... so I go by two high schools on my way to the third. These sorts of activities are frowned upon, but my family has found all of the right loop holes, and I just wanted to be the best wrestler.

It's the 00's. Loopholes are in. We just got around Y2K with a Patch.

While shaking hands, an opponent from a junior high I attended but was also not supposed to, head dove into my knee and fractured my tibia, and tore my ACL and Meniscus.

It might've been a dirty move, but it's not totally impossible to see the justifications to attempting anything slightly less damaging. Errors were incredibly likely in both my anatomy and his judgment, both of us were starving ourselves to make weight at the time.

It wasn't until several years later, after falling out of the sky and onto the dirt while executing a perfect break-fall through some bushes to avoid injury did I fully connect the essence of training in Judo, or the gentle way, for free-ride mountain biking. Rushing rivers take debris with them. But we're not there yet.

“Get Mad!”

It's been a few years since I first saw Bruce Lee's grin. My coach yells at me from the side of the wrestling mat, clip board like semaphore in an earthquake.

Losing by points in a dual-meet match with my family watching from the stands, a switch flips. I want to giggle.

“Get Mad!”

My coach never stood a chance against Bruce Lee. When you know your master can be defeated, it wears on you. I wait for time to run down.

“Get Mad!”

I'm at my second high school. Nothing clicks here. The team doesn't like me because I won't warm up in the matching sweatpants. I've never viewed loyalty like they have. They don't like me because I don't try and pin every opponent in a little as time as possible. I try and score as many points as possible. A process which not only allows giving up points myself in the process, but has a totally different goal. I see every point as one in hundreds over a season, they see every point as an achievement in itself. To them, wrestling is about being on the team. To me, wrestling is an art, practiced by individuals. Our perspectives clash. By not “traditionally” crushing my opponents, I am crashing into my surroundings.

At this point in my life I'd spent nearly a decade spending at least 2 days a week in the gym on top wrestling daily wrestling practice. I get up and run 3 miles before school daily. All of that so I can get mad?

My opponent scored an early lead due to my own miscalculations and has been hiding in plain sight the rest of the match. Getting mad will only make me chase him. I wait for him to get confident and come to me so I can use my superior technique, strength, and conditioning late in the match to pin him.

Be water, my friend.

Only I don't get that stupid grin. The look of relived anxiety around me points out two very serious problems with the world around me:

1. My coaches and family know how much work I put in. Because they don't actually do the work they don't feel the same way I do about it. They “know” running, but they didn't know the meaning of the frosty glow of the northern lights over Escanaba Mi at 5 am Like I did.

2. High School Sports are supposed to be recreational. If we're getting angry in our recreational sports, how the hell are we supposed to view the world around us?

When water gets too warm, it evaporates. That doesn't mean it disappears.

I quit wrestling that year after eating, sweating, and bleeding wrestling for a decade.

It was an easy choice after I wasn't allowed to go “night skiing” after winning the regional championship because I might get injured for the next “state championship” tournament. I had just spent two years in an out of leg immobilizers due to a wrestling injury. I had only discovered skiing the month before.

I went on to lose well before finals a week later against somebody I had already beaten because my heart was no longer in the sport, and they did everything they could leading up to that match to beat me. Hard work is rewarded.

Gold medals make shiny paper weights at best.

When I quit wrestling, I was “wasting my talent.” I didn't care. Wrestling wasn't making me any happier no matter how much I won.

After evaporation comes condensation, and then precipitation.

It's snowier in the UP then it is in Hell, MI. I didn't really know that until I was 16, spending the majority of my childhood in Arizona, where snow is mostly a legend. The Northern Lights were a legend growing up too, and after I first saw them, I started to understand the real purpose behind running before the sun lit up the clouds of my icy exhales. Running put me in the shape required to get a late-in-life start at skiing.

Be water, my friend.

I saw Bruce Lee's elusive grin again while I was learning to ski in the neighboring town of Gladstone, Mi. It manifested itself on the face of a kid who was at oldest, a 4th grader. I was teaching myself how to spin a complete 360-degree-rotation off of a hand-shoveled jump on the side of the slope. I made quite a show of my crashes and was gathering a crowd of pre-teens who were better than me. Being in your place is important here. Little Lee stepped on the back of my ski binding, releasing it without my knowledge and dropped in in front of me, spun the trick I wanted to do perfectly, and skied away while making a face. Determined to stop my embarrassment I followed again.

I was a teenager skiing in an orange jumpsuit from GoodWill with a red flannel hat.

Teenagers don't know anything other than gusto. They just found out they can be heard. Instead of success I fell out of my ski and onto my face before I even started. The same competitive mentality I grew up wrestling with ignited itself again here. I could handle this. Hell, I liked it.

Ran by the community, the ski hill was closed more often then it was open. The snow still slid even when the ropes weren't yanking us up hill. I started skiing after the ski area closed until I knew how. When I got better at skiing I was just left alone during the day time. I didn't fit my role as the awkward older kid anymore. I lost my place and took a new one nobody knew what to do with. Walking up the hill again and again in ski boots was strange behavior.

Lee didn't say the best, he said be water.

When the population was larger, and full barstools forced the local population outside, “good” skiers skied there. Only because before the 1980's, most “good” skiers skied at their home mountains. Commercial airfare wasn't really commonplace before WW2, making long distance travel for pleasure an incredibly new concept to anybody but the wealthy or the deranged. Television cameras didn't fit in a shirt pocket back then either, so the best skiers most people had seen were the ones they could go see themselves.

Wrestling, the kind they do in high school, never gained the mass acceptance skiing did, so nobody ever saw it on TV. You could be a terrible wrestler in Gladstone Michigan, and as long as you beat other terrible wrestlers there, you could be the best. Naturally, it's easier to know a good wrestler in Gladstone, Michigan that it is to know what to talk about with a good skier.

Either way, to get a help from a stranger in Gladstone, wear a purple shirt.

No matter what shirt you're wearing, the bars in Gladstone, Michigan, are still good as they can be. The pool players are some of the best anybody knows. To show up from somewhere else in Gladstone, Michigan and be too good at is the sign of a pool shark. Chicago is just down the lake—regardless of your intentions don't look like a shark, this is the first place they get lost.

Sharks make water miserable for everybody else.

We value water above all else, if we value life. We valued that snowy hillside because without many rules, the fourth grader could be king until his mom picked him up no matter who else came. There wasn't anyone to look up to other than who was having the most fun. Sure, there might have been trophies for being the “best-skier-on-the-mountain” somewhere in the cabin, but with hot chocolate and a fireplace waiting they went as ignored as trophies in trophy cases anywhere do.

In the entire history of the world, most of the monuments we know are from the last 100 years or less. Sure there are others, but even though we all know the pyramids, we can't agree on what they're there for. Show anybody anything you've purchased in the last 10 years, and the overwhelming odds are that you can't because you've replaced everything you have in that interval at least once by now.

But that grin. Something close to it probably happens it in the event a trophy is won, but trophies aren't required. It's easy to know it no matter who wears it, but most of the time it's impossible to understand where it comes from on first glance. If you need to ask how to get it, no matter how hard you try, you'll never wear it yourself. These are the sorts of things you learn when you spend years outside playing in the snow. Sure, you might read about them, but the more you know without doing, the less you'll understand

Rock. Paper. Scissors. Tornado.

“You need to calm down.”

There in the hospital bed, where I'd been for a couple days, I saw no reason for peace. Unknowingly high on painkillers and a TBI with no idea how I got there, and not a visible scratch on my body I didn't understand why people kept telling me my pelvis, ribs, and spine were broken. I had no idea how long I was there for, but I knew I was supposed to be at work.

Working at the job I took specifically to pay me enough money to enjoy my time not working.

It's the first time in my life I've ever done anything not to be the best. I'm trying to fit in when everyone wants me to be what they view as the best. My disconnect causes it's own ripple. I'm good at it, but I don't play by the rules. My Boss doesn't play by the rules either. She hires me because I might make her team better. She's on the team to pay for her family's needs. Both of us wore the smile that comes from getting what we want. Only, as a County Convention and Visitor's Bureau, work for is literally supposed to represent the people and the place, not us. Regardless of being able to work around the rules, it's not a good idea to break them.

With several year-long projects meeting their deadlines, all involving contracts with her children, she needed my input, even if I was in the ICU. Her plans depended on them.

It wasn't her voice telling me to calm down after she left. When the sides of your brain separate, the connections sever. Brains heal, but not instantly. Every connection from the point of injury is a new one, even if it's been done for a lifetime up to that point.

At the time I can't explain why I need to get to work, all I know is that if I lose my job as a Digital Marketing Director in Marquette, Michigan, I'll have to move. I've moved no less than a dozen times since the advice coming to me was to “get mad.”

Until my accident, I was the opposite of mad. I had the stupid smile that comes from doing whatever you want.

There on my slobber soaked pillow, I had obviously fallen out of my container, and I was eager to get back in. But that's not how water works.

Water can flow, or it can crash.

In retrospect, the car accident itself was one of my least spectacular crashes.

There, upside down in front Big Gus, the world's largest chainsaw, the biggest news was that I replaced the airbag on my CRV prior to figuring out how to flip it over before I brake a sweat.

For a solid decade if I didn't know how to flow in a situation I crashed my way through. You learn that when you stop moving long enough to look back.

It brought me some pretty cool places. My ability to crash and come out unscathed landed me all sorts of snowy jobs a kid who grew up in the suburbs of Phoenix could hardly even imagine. It's easy to see that after spending a year crashing into things without any of the grace, and all of the awkwardness I used to have. I didn't discover the error in my ways until a recent wedding when I finally understood what crashing sounds like.

I've spent over a year without drinking alcohol by choice, because of the effects of my injuries. Rather than doing my best to enjoy myself I'm enjoying everyone else. Right up until the married couple's dance. Every few verses into the song the emcee announces an anniversary line and everyone who has been married less has to exit the dance floor.

Other than the first dance, it's the most anyone pays attention to dancing all night. After 45 years, only two beautiful couple remain dancing. Somewhere short of 50, only one couple remains. Amidst the cheers an exclamation is made:

“I bet he doesn't play ball in a league.” Says the man—my grandfather—who danced just a little less, but more than nearly everyone but his wife and another couple.

It's the first time I see myself missing the point of a moment entirely—so many other times. Whiskey might have made me wander around that moment, but forced to notice the world around me, it stings. I've always loved my grandma, but in that moment I learned a deep respect for her.

TBI's can do that. Change your perspective. But all things change over time. Crashing water is crashing water no matter the energy behind it. Water flows from the same energy as well.

All this crashing and flowing lead me to another Bruce Lee Quote:

“I'm moving and not moving at all. I'm like the moon underneath the waves that ever go on rolling and rocking. It is not, "I am doing this," but rather, an inner realization that "this is happening through me," or "it is doing this for me." The consciousness of self is the greatest hindrance to the proper execution of all physical action.”

I was wrong to try and be the best all of those years. But it's made me who I am. It's my job to organize this energy into a wave. Rideable waves have entries, rides based on interpretation, and exits. Here we go.

Be water, just remember that although Arizona knows both the Grand Canyon and countless flash floods, they're nothing compared to the Great Lakes (If you're in Michigan). Anybody thinking about the Mississippi or the Pacific right now just doesn't get it.

To have a perception about me is your right, but also my privilege. The interpretation of that perception isn't guaranteed, so for me to do anything about it other than what I want is false—no matter how good it feels. For the first time in my life I'm doing something not because I can, or because I should, but because I want to. For somebody who has always been able to see the opposite of intent, I now know why. Anybody can know what isn't, and though knowing feels good to the self, understanding what is nourishes our reality.

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mdmclod · 7 years ago

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No Rain, No Flower

I’ve always been the kind of girl that hid my face, so afraid to tell the world what I’ve got to say. But I have this dream right inside of me, I’m gonna let it show, this time to let you know.

In this blog, I am going to tell you a little bit of my personal background, interests, achievements and my goals.

Hi! My name is Claudine F. Nargatan, I was born on April 11, 1996 and so I am 21 years old, currently residing at 396 Banana St. Napico Manggahan Pasig City but I spent my first 12 years of life in Cavite City. Since I was in 6 years old, I am very confident and active in participating to our school programs because it is my way of showing my talents. In this age, I don’t know where I got my self-confidence in facing of many people but one thing is for sure, my mom always ask me to be active so I can get a high grades.

This is my family. I cannot imagine living my life without my family by my side. Family is very important and valuable to me and is something that should never be taken for granted. Without my family, a large part of my life and culture would be missing. In my family, basically, we are five members altogether. My father’s name is Eugenio, my mother’s name is Benita, my sister’s name is Carmela and my brother’s name is Eugene. My family is very important to me for different reasons. First of all, it is the place where I belong to. Literally, every Saturday and Sunday, I return to my home where my family lives. I cannot think that I am living without my family. When I was younger, my family members provided me with all forms of necessary supports and I am highly grateful to my parents for their unconditional supports they provided me and still they are playing the same roles as they did after my birth. I am happy with my two siblings and cannot imagine my life without them. My family is my life and thus it is most important for me than any other thing.

High school days were one of the best school days I experienced while I am living in this planet. Without high school, life is a bit of boring. Life through high school was an extraordinary feeling of a teenager that’s goes through it. For me, my high school experience was the most exciting and happiest moments of my life, because this is where I discovered my skills and talent as a SSG (Supreme Student Government) officer. I find so much joy in being able to serve others. When I choose a leadership position, I focus more on what I will be able to do for others, and less on what I will get out of the position. If I can help just one person through giving my time and energy, then I consider my contribution a success.

Before I started college, I spent months deciding what course I am going to choose. I chose AB Broadcasting, why? Because since I was in high school, my favorite hobbies are acting, reporting, and editing videos. I am very confident in public speaking especially when we have announcements in our school. That’s why, I chose AB Broadcasting because I know to myself that I am ready to face the field of broadcasting. I am currently 4th year student, studying here in University of the East Manila and I am loud and proud to say that I am Student Athlete of this university.

Playing Judo at University of the East gave me everything, literally. With a full ride, my education was paid for, along with my food allowances and board. Judo also gave me more than just money, it gave me a support group. When I arrived at college my freshman year, I had supportive teammates, a hard working coaches that wanted me to succeed, whose cared about, and wanted me to strive for excellence. We are the University of the East Judo Team and we will be competing on November for UAAP Season 80.

This is Mark Onil Reyes, he is my boyfriend. We’ve been together for almost 5 years. We started our official relationship on April 18, 2012. As soon as I met him, I knew that he was something truly special. He was so charming, kind, and charismatic, and I couldn't help but be drawn to him. But, never in a million years would I have guessed that now, after all this time, he would mean so much to me. The funny thing is, I wasn't looking for him, I just found him. Out of funny circumstance and total coincidence, we became friends, and got to know each other's personalities, fears, hopes, and dreams. Then, we blossomed into something beautiful, something that I never saw coming. But as blind as I was, I'm extremely glad that he stumbled into my weird little life and that he became such a big part of it.

This is Twisty. My little baby shihtzu. She is so smart, obedient, and cute. I really love to be with her every day. When I am sad or anything that she recognizes, she comes to me. I got her when I was 18 years old. She is very playful, naughty at times, and lively. I enjoy each and every moment I am with her. She is the best pet ever!

Whenever I think of fun, witty, smart and kind friends, their names and images instantly come to my mind. Alexandra (wearing yellow blouse), Manilyn (wearing stripes), Trisha (wearing black top), Joyhana ( wearing white), Bea (wearing jumper) and Allyssa (she’s not there in the picture), they are my friends. I just want to thank them for being the weirdest and kindest friends that I have.

I started practicing judo when I was 14 years old. It was the most remarkable decision of my life. Judo is one of the Japanese traditional martial arts and it is also an Olympic sport. As a result, Judo has become a popular sport around the world. I think that if I had not done judo at all, my life would have been completely different. When I was in high school, I really enjoyed judo just for fun. However, after I graduated from high school, I entered University of the East, which was a private school with the best judo team. I practiced more than four hours a day, six days a week for three years. I spent most of my college teammates doing judo. It was intense and hard but really fun. That is why I truly love this sport. Judo trained me not only physically but also mentally. Even though judo is a sport, it is a way of education in Japan. We usually learn judo with a lot of manners such as how to bow, how to talk respectfully, how to be humble and how to respect others. These are extremely important values for my life. I have made a lot of friends here in University of the East Judo Team, and have been helped a lot by them. Finally, I have realized that my life is always related to judo in a lot of ways. Therefore, I truly believe that my decision was right, the discipline and lessons of judo will continue to guide me in the future.

This year, it will be my last playing year in UAAP. I promise to myself that I will do my best to be the gold medalist of -52kgs UAAP Season 80 and to contribute a lot to my team. I will train hard on the days remaining because every days count. THIS IS MY YEAR, THIS IS MY TIME.

#Autobiography #OLJourn #NoRainNoFlower

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infinityknight25 · 7 years ago

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Lucha Underground: A City of Gold

Scene: Inside The Temple Matt Striker is ringside with a guest

Striker: Hey everyone welcome to the Temple. Last week my buddy Vampiro interfered in the main event to save Pentagon from having arm broke by Brock Lesnar. Which caused him to be suspended. So tonight I am joined by Joey Styles. Joey welcome.

Joey: Thanks Matt. I am excited to be here in the Temple to call the action between some of the best wrestlers and luchadors in the world.

Striker: Alright take it easy. Paul Heyman is already in the ring let’s go to our boss.

Camera cuts to Paul Heyman standing in the ring with three pedastools covered with cloths.

Heyman: (Typical talking down tone)Ladies and gentlemen. If I could have your attention. Tonight will be a night that focuses on gold. While I do not know or care to know much about the ancient Aztec and other ancient tribes of Mexico. I do know gold was a priority to them. And in MY Temple, it will be no different. With that being said I am proud to announce three new championships here at Lucha Underground.(Unveils first belt) The first being the Extreme Championship. A belt that can and will be defended in any out of the ordinary match stipulation. For example one time it may be a hardcore match. The next it could be an I quit match. (Unveils second belt) The second is the Submission championship. All matches for this title must be won by submission. No exceptions. And finally… (Unveils third belts) A tag team championship. Yes the trios is great and will still be around but now we will see what teams of two can do. Now two of these titles will be fought for amongst many competitors. But! The Submission championship will be given to a man who has well deserved it. A man who is a machine of sorts. You all know his as Samoa Joe.

Joe’s music hits and he starts walking out to the ring.

Striker: It appears a door has been opened for another Heyman loyal here in the Temple.

Styles: What do you mean another? Are you referring to Lesnar?

Striker: I am indeed. If he wasn’t given the privilege of a chance at a title shot because of being buddy buddy with Heyman he wouldn’t have become champion.

Styles: Oh your just bitter because your friend was suspended. Samoa Joe is a great submissions wrestler and will do great as the initial champion.

Striker: There ARE other fighters here in the Temple who would make great submission champions.

Styles: Well then they can come and try to take it. Can’t they?

Joe shakes Heyman’s hand and takes the belt as well as the mic.

Joe: (Holds title up) This is an honor. I will defend this belt against all comers. I can promise you this ain’t no one getting this belt in an easy way.

Heartbeats start coming over the speakers then flatlines.

Styles: Could it be?

Striker: I’ve been a wrestling fan all my life and I know that sound so well.

Styles: As do I and there he is!!!! At the top of the stairs!!!

Striker: As I live and breathe Tazz is in the Temple!

Tazz standing on the top stair is handed a microphone.

Tazz: I ain’t got no problem with earning anything. But I’ll tell you this. YOUR holding MY belt!

Joe: Is that a fact? Why are you still standing up there?

Tazz drops the mic and comes down.

Styles: What an incredible way to start the night of!

Tazz slides in the ring and Joe starts stomping on him.

Striker: Joe wasting no time in going after Tazz.

Tazz shoves Joe’s foot away and stands up. Joe comes in for a punch and gets met with a belly to belly suplex.

Striker: Suplex machine vs Samoan submission machine. This is what the Temple is all about. The best fighters in the world goin at it.

Styles: Tazz is no slouch in the Submission department. Do not forget the Kahta ha jime. Better known as the tazzmission.

Striker: Joe getting up to a charging Tazz who gets met with a belly to belly Suplex. And Tazz stands right up.

Styles: Look at how mad Joe is. He can’t believe it. Tazz and Samoa Joe tying up in the middle of the ring now.

Striker: And the little man Tazz over powers the bigger Samoa Joe with a hip toss. Now Joe is the one standing back up imeadietly and now Tazz is the angry looking one.

Styles: Tazz may be one of the angriest people I’ve ever met.

Striker: He does seem to always be in a bad mood no doubt as they tie up again and Joe forcing Tazz into a corner and applying some sort of choke.

Styles: Joe letting off now. Only to ram his shoulder into the gut of Tazz. Tazz comes out of the corner with a stiff shoulder of his own. Joe only stumbles a little bit however.

Striker: Joe comes back with a shoulder of his own and the same happens with Tazz. It would appear the two are evenly matched.

Styles: It would indeed, but I feel that Tazz will get the upper hand later in the match.

Striker: it could happen but Tazz will have to hit lots of suplexes for that to happen . Tazz chops Joe across the chest. Joe tries to chop Tazz but Tazz whips around and nails a Tazzmissionplex.

Styles: Now Tazz picking Joe up and does a Suplex.

Striker: it almost seems wierd when Tazz does a regular Suplex since he does so many variations.

Styles: I does seem odd.Tazz going for an ankle lock but Joe rolls out of it and puts Tazz in an ankle lock of his own.

Striker: Tazz scrambles to the ropes. And Joe slams Tazz’s knee into the mat in frustration.

Styles: Joe picking Tazz up now but Tazz uses Judo takeover and delivers a tiger Suplex.

Striker: These two are constantly moving and constantly trying to set the other up for a submission move. They want to make sure that when they do it will pay off and that they are the ones walking out of here with the belt.

Styles: Well. Yeah that’s what this match is all about. But as they continue in the match you can see anger and frustration building in both of these men. I feel like a rivalry might be brewing between the two.

Striker: It certainly feels that way as Tazz is now in control of the match picking Joe up off the mat who imeadietly goes after a Samoan drop! Joe now picking Tazz up from behind for a powerful release German suplex.

Styles: Tazz now folded up like a note in class as Samoa Joe picks Tazz up again and whips him into the corner with Joe charging hard behind him.

Striker: But Tazz bounces back out of the corner with an angry man’s clothesline dropping Samoa Joe. Joey you gotta think that Samoa Joe was setting up for a muscle buster and was trying to end the match.

Styles: No doubt but Tazz is now back in the driver seat as he puts Joe in the bow and arrow submission hold. But Joe now elbowing Tazz in the face to break hold before it could get fully put on.

Striker: Surely it was out of some sort of desperation to try to keep himself in the match.

Styles: Undoubtedly. As they both get to their feet. Another tie up. Joe is overpowering the smaller Tazz but Tazz uses the judo takeover again and Now it’s being locked in the Kahta ha jime!!! The Tazzmission!!

Striker: Hang on man. Samoa Joe is fighting it he’s still standing on his feet. Joe now starting to run and does a makeshift back splash with Tazz locked onto Joe’s back. Tazz now on the mat. After being crushed under the weight of Samoa Joe. Joe now locking in the STF.

Styles: Tazz will NOT tap out. He will try to find a way out.

Striker: Tazz still not tapping but it’s looking like life is beginning to fade from the challenger.

Styles: Referee now checking the arm of Tazz. Drops once. Drops twice.

Striker: And a third!!!! Tazz never gave up but his body did! Joe retains the Submission championship!!!

Styles: What a great start to Lucha Underground here tonight and we have two more great matches for two more new titles.

Striker: Tonight is a night that the Temple will definitely not disappoint.

Scene: The locker room. Fenix is seated on a bench in front of his locker. Pentagon Dark steps in behind him. Standing with a preposition. (Both will be translated from spanish)

Pentagon: Fenix. (Fenix stands) I know we’ve had our differences. But tonight we have a chance to be the first ever Lucha Underground tag team champions. I am asking you cause you like me have zero fear.

Fenix: (Fenix stands in silence. Then nods his head) Okay. I’m in.

Fenix sticks out his hand for a handshake. Pentagon Dark shakes it.

Striker: Before we start our next match we have a some great news. Next week our main event will be a twenty man over the top rope battle royal for the vacant Gift of the Gods championship. Which can be cashed in for a shot at the Lucha Underground championship.

Styles: Which would normally be a great opportunity but who in their right mind would want to face Brock Lesnar.

Striker: Certainly not me but let’s get ready for the first ever Extreme championship match. This match is an eight man elimination match. Pin falls and submissions count anywhere. Here comes our first competitor.

King Cuerno’s music comes on. He enters from the lower entrance with a trash can full of weapons.

Styles: Like a hunter with his ammunition. King Cuerno comes to the ring looking to add another trophy to his impressive trophy room.

Striker: Joey look at all the stuff around the ring. I’m seeing a lot of different weapons out there. A recliner, cinder blocks, and I’m sure there’s even more under the ring. I am a fan of violence but this seems excessive doesn’t it?

Styles: Hard to say. I too can become squeamish at times but the spectators of the Temple I’m sure will feel otherwise. (Tommy Dreamer’s music comes on) Speaking of violence! There he is! The innovator of violence has come to the Temple.

Striker: I’ve known Tommy for a while but not as long as you. I’m sure he has one thing in mind and that is to hurt someone. (Drago’s music comes on) The man with the spirit of the Dragon is entering the Temple with his nunchucks.

Styles: No doubt to bring home the gold. Just like the other seven competitors in the match. (Lights turn low some turn off The Sandman’s music turns on He enters from the top enterance) The small red glow can only mean one thing. You can see the shadow of the Singapore cane. He is The Sandman!

Striker: A man who starts bleeding before the match even starts. I mean look at him he’s bashing a beer can against his head!!!

Styles: Cuerno and Drago look very confused. (Chuckles)

Pj Black’s music hits.

Striker: Oh yeah! The high flying acrobatics of the Darewolf have arrived to the Extreme championship match!

Styles: I eagerly look forward to see what he brings to the table in this match.

2 cold Scorpio music comes on

Styles: It’s been far too long since I’ve heard this theme music. I couldn’t be happier! The man from Colorado who electrified the east coast with some amazing wrestling is here tonight.

Striker: Extreme matches aren’t exactly what Scorpio is known for. He has been in a few in his career and done well. I look forward to seeing what 2 cold Scorpio does in this match.

Texano music hits.

Striker: A man who made his name in AAA in Mexico and is a well known master of the bull rope match. This is the perfect kind of match for him.

Styles: Texano making his way to the ring with a piece of bull rope in his hand. He has his eyes set on being the Last man.

Striker: Speaking of last man we have only one competitor left to come to ring whose it going to be?

A silence hangs over the Temple for a moment to build anticipation. The Rob Van Dam’s music comes on.

Styles: The whole friggin show! Is here Mr. Lucha Underground! RVD!!! (Rvd enter in the top entrance stands at the top of the stairs and does his signature taunt)

Striker: A man who will be remembered for his crazy extreme moments in and out of a wrestling ring. He is a high flyer and may very well have one of the best frog splashes. Mr. Rob van dam. Joey out of all these guys you would have to think VanDam is the favorite.

Styles: I look at all these guys as Van Dam climbs into the ring. I see that any one can pull off a win and be the first Extreme champion here tonight but yes I would have to agree that Van Dam is highly favored in this kind of match.

Striker: And here we go! All the men wasting no time going after each other.

Styles: Scorpio and Pj Black quickly spill to the outside.

Striker: Texano forces Dreamer into a corner with a choke.

Styles: Sandman imeadietly starts caning Drago as he can’t get close enough to use his nunchucks. Thanks to the length of Sandman’s Singapore cane.

Striker: Cuerno quickly and violently going after the legs of Van Dam. Now that he’s on the ground he’s picking up a trash can lid.

Styles: Harsh shot over the head with the lid. Drago now creating some separation from Sandman and averting his attention to Scorpio and Black on the outside. Here he comes!

Striker: Excellent way to catch him off guard. Dreamer and Texano trading blows back and forth! Texano hits dreamer with that piece of bull rope and Dreamer responds with a shot from a Singapore cane of his own.

Styles: Cuerno interrupting the momentary Dreamer and Texano feud with a shoulder block to the back of Texano’s left knee. And Van Dam and Dreamer now going at it.

Striker: It’s amazing how fast friendships end when there’s gold on the line.

Styles: Not sure I’d call it funny but hopefully it can be mended once the match is over.

Striker: Pj Black with a chair shot to the back of Sandman’s head! Quickly trying to get the first elimination with a school boy. One. Two. Drago breaks the count and drops Black throat first onto a section of the barricade.

Styles: King Cuerno clotheslines Texano over the top rope. Both men now outside among the fray. Sandman! Catches Cuerno over the head with his Singapore cane and drops him down to the floor.

Striker: Scorpio sends Pj Black through the glass window of the office!

Styles: Drago now attacking Scorpio with his nunchucks. Dreamer and Van Dam are still going back and forth in the ring, while all this chaos continues outside.

Striker: Texano throws Sandman into the crowd. Cuerno jumping on the shoulders of Texano. Possibly trying to do a hurracanrana. But Texano counters with a powerbomb onto the recliner!

Styles: Texano going for the pin. One. Two. Three!

Striker: It would appear the hunter became the hunted in this match as we continue forward now with seven. Van Dam with a flip from inside the ring onto Texano. Good strategy, trying to take out the guy who did the first elimination.

Styles: Pj Black comes out of the office with… Is that a jug of milk?

Striker: That indeed is a jug of milk. Drago turns around. He ducks and Scorpio gets nailed with the jug of milk!

Styles: Sandman is now in the ring with Dreamer. Sandman with that stop sign in his hand.

Striker: What a shot from Sandman! Dreamer still on his feet. Another! Dreamer still standing! Dreamer is dizzy. Sandman throws the sign down and White Russian leg sweep on a trash can!!

Styles: Sandman goes for the pin. One! Two! Dreamer kicks out!!! Texano rams RVD with the lower half of the recliner!!!

Striker: Pj Black with an Asai moonsault off the side of the ring onto Drago. He goes for the pin. One. Two. Three.

Styles: Scorpio now in the ring with a chair. What a shot to the back of Sandman’s head! Scorpio throws Dramer out of the ring. And another shot with that chair to Sandman.

Striker: 2 cold Scorpio now setting Sandman up by a turnbuckle. Scorpio climbing to the top rope. That chair on Sandman’s face. Here we go Tumbleweed by 2 cold Scorpio.

Styles: Scorpio with the cover. One ,two and three!!!! We are down to five now.

Striker: Texano choking Van Dam on the outside with that piece of bull rope. Here comes the Darewolf Pj Black to try and break the hold.

Styles: I don’t think that was a smart move to break the focus of Texano.

Striker: I’d have to agree with you Joey. Texano and Black now trading punches. Back in the ring Dreamer has Scorpio in a corner with a choke. Rvd catching his breath off by himself in the outside.

Styles: Getting some separation from everyone else might be just what he needs to pull off a win tonight.

Striker: What wonders a small breather can do in a match like this. Pj Black leaning against the door of the office now. Texano charges. Black moves!!! Through the door goes Texano!!! Black trying to catch his own breath.

Styles: Vandaminator out of nowhere! Black is laying knocked out on the floor. Rvd climbing to the top of the turnbuckle.

Striker: We are gonna see a Five Star Frog Splash! All the way to the outside!!! One!!! Two!!! Three!! Pj Black has been eliminated!!

Styles: And then there were four. Scorpio does a swinging neck breaker to Tommy Dreamer on a chair. In comes Van Dam.

Striker: Rvd holding a chair does a modified rolling thunder to Dreamer. Goes for the pin and 2 cold Scorpio pulls him off!

Styles: The two shoving each other back and forth now. Van Dam begins separating himself with kicks to the mid section of Scorpio.

Striker: Goes for a round house kick and 2 cold Scorpio dodges it. And Rvd comes back with a handspring to hurracanrana!!!

Styles: 2 cold Scorpio is in a peculiar position now below a turnbuckle. And Van Dam going up top. Another frog splash!!!! One! Two! Three!

Striker: Van Dam just eliminated yet another competitor. Dreamer going after Van Dam with a stop sign. Texan beginning to stir from what’s left of that office over in the corner of the Temple.

Styles: He does not look too happy.

Striker: Definitely not he’s grabbing something from under the ring. Is that a lighter? Is that??? That’s gasoline!

Styles: Texano looking around for something on the outside now. He grabs his bull rope. He’s lighting it on fire!!! Van Dam does a Vandaminator in the ring. Cover one, two. Dreamer kicks out.

Striker: Dreamer has so much resilience in him it’s remarkable. RVD dragging Dreamer over to the corner and setting the chair on the face of Dreamer.

Styles: Texano seems unphased by what the two in the ring are doing as he pushes a table in the ring.

Striker: Van Dam on the top of the turnbuckle in the opposite corner of Tommy Dreamer. One can only imagine what RVD is about to do.

Styles: Vanterminator!!! Oh my!!!! I can’t believe it Dreamer looks out cold and Van Dam is struggling to get back up.

Striker: here comes Texano. He I lighting that bull rope on fire!!!

Styles: And he’s beating RVD with it!!! He’s throwing it on the mat. Picking up Van Dam.

Striker: Powerbomb onto the flaming bull rope!!!

Styles: Here’s the cover!!! One , two three!!!

Striker: Well it’s the final two and Dreamer has faced elimination more than anyone else that was in the match. And he survived it so far. Can he continue to do so and become the first ever Extreme champion?

Styles: It’s possible but look at Texano. He’s setting that table up in that corner.

Striker: Texano now looking cockily at the decimated Dreamer. He’s even sauntering over.

Styles: Look at Dreamer’s hand. Grabbing for that Singapore cane so sneakily.

Striker: I dont think Texano even notices. He doesn’t as he gets stabbed in the mid section with it!! Dreamer standing up. Shot after shot after shot with that cane. Texano seeming dazed.

Styles: He drops the cane and goes for the Spiccolli driver!!!

Striker: Look at this!!! I don’t believe it Texano get back up almost unphased by what happened just seconds ago.

Styles: Dreamer can’t believe it either.

Striker: Angry man clothesline from Texano. It just levels Tommy Dreamer.

Styles: Texano now picking up Dreamer and looking at the table in the corner.

Striker: Texano pointing at the table as Babe Ruth used to point out home runs.

Styles: Texano mocking another Ecw original’s move. Tazz’s patented Tazzmissionplex through a table!!!

Striker: Here’s the cover. One. Two. Three your first ever Extreme champion is Texano!!

Styles: What a disrespectful…(Matt Striker interrupts)

Striker: Look there at the top of the stairs!!! It’s Terry Funk!!!! And he’s got a mic!

Funk: Hey boy. ( Sits down on top step) I hear you pride yourself in being pretty good at the bull rope match. Well let me tell you something son. I’m pretty good too. So in two weeks time me and you are gonna have a bull rope match for that extreme championship. This way you can hold onto it for a week and focus on the Gift of the Gods championship battle royal. But the week after your mine.

Terry Funk sets the mic down and they both begin trash talking inaudibly. Texano continues talking while holding up the Extreme championship.

Scene: Johnny Mundo is sitting in a throne like chair enjoying himself in a bit of relaxation. Cage walks in and Mundo takes off his sunglasses and leans forward on his throne. Elbows on his knees.

Mundo: What do you want.

Cage: Championship gold. The way I see it. We know each other better than anyone else in this whole Temple does. There’s no way if we set aside our differences that we could not become Lucha Underground Tag Team champions.

Mundo: So you want to work together.

Cage: Look man if your gonna waste my time…(Mundo cuts him off)

Mundo: Oh no…. You see I have a lot of experience working in a team. I agree . I don’t think there’s a team here that could beat us. (Mundo smiles)

Scene: Ringside in the Temple.

Styles: I have to say what an amazing night of wrestling so far as Lucha Underground has been proving itself all night why it’s the ultimate proving ground for all discipline of wrestlers. If you look in the ring you see two newly formed tag teams who desire to go after the tag team titles here tonight.

Striker: Yes the teams of Pentagon Dark and Fenix in one corner. Cage and Mundo in the other. Which I gotta say I cannot believe that Cage and Jonny Mundo are teaming together. After everything they put eachother through. To become a team is amazing.

Styles: Well they aren’t the first guys to do it and they won’t be the last.

Impact players music comes on.

Striker: A team with a lot of history right here. The Impact Players making their way into the Temple. Certainly a ploy by the new owner Paul Heyman to have things in his corner.

Styles: C'mon…. You think Heyman is upset about Texano winning the Extrme championship??? He rewards competition and Texano rightfully won his Championship title.

Striker: Right and Pauly didn’t put Terry Funk coming out here to challenge Texano to a Bull Rope match in two weeks for the belt???

Styles: Funk is his own man.

Striker: Mmmmhhhhhmmm.

Blue Demon Jr.’s music comes on.

Striker: There he is. A legendary Luchador has returned to the Temple but no tag partner has come out with him. He’s just standing on the top step.

Styles: Your not the only one who noticed. Cage is grabbing a mic. I guess he can count all the way to two..

Striker: C'mon man that’s not nice.

Cage: Hey Blue Baby…. This is a tag match you can’t win the belts on your own.

Blue Demon looks toward the entrance behind him as he continues to stand on the top stair. Over the speaker’s comes….

“IIIIFFFFF YOU SMELLLLLLLL….. WHAT THE ROCK….. IS COOKIN”

Striker: After all the crazy stuff that has already gone down. The great one himself is walking into the Temple.

Styles: Certainly a very unorthodox team in Blue Demon Jr. and The Rock but they both have so muchexperience that they just might work as a team.

Striker: The four teams are now in their corners. Once one member of a team has been pinned or submitted that team will be eliminated from the match.

Styles: We are going to start with two wrestlers in the ring at first. It’s Fenix squaring up with Johnny Mundo in the center of the ring.

Striker: These two have met in the ring a few times before and its always very entertaining.

Styles: Fenix coming toward Mundo in an almost cautious manor. He’s really paying attention to those quick legs of Johnny Mundo’s.

Striker: A little too focus as Mundo lands an overhead right punch. Mundo coming in and grabbing around the waist looking to maybe to a belly to belly suplex.

Styles: Fenix spins around and throw a few elbows. Mundo loosens his grip. Fenix runs to the ropes and comes back with a flying head scissor takedown.

Striker: Looking at the other two teams you can tell they want to get in on this and start trying to eliminate the other teams.

Styles: No doubt Johnny Mundo with a coupke kicks to the back of knees of Fenix. Fenix down on the mat and gets hit hard with an insiguri from Mundo.

Striker: Mundo now heading to his corner to make a tag to the machine. Here he comes Cage coming hard out of the corner with a discus clothesline. Cage picking him up and Irish whips him into the corner of The Rock and Blue Demon jr.

Cage: (pointing at Fenix while looking at The Rock.) Tag him!!!

Rock: I don’t answer to you Jabroni. The Rock will come in when The Rock wants.

Cage: (comes to the corner to grab Fenix) Fine. His suffering is on you.

Styles: Quite the exchange there between The Rock and Cage there as Cage just violently throw Fenix to the center of the ring.

Justin Credible yells something inaudibly from his corner at Cage.

Cage: Shut up shrimp!!!

Striker: Interesting interactions between Cage and his opponents in this match as we continue forward now with a running power bomb on Fenix. Only two teams have been involved in the early going of this match so far.

Styles: Fenix punching Cage in the gut as he is trying to get to his feet. Fenix looking to run to his corner to tag.

Striker: Cage just grabs Fenix by the neck and throws him violently to the ground.

Styles: Cage about to go for the weapon x.

Striker: And in comes Pentagon Dark, Blue Demon jr. and Justin Credible. Credible the first to get to Cage and Fenix. Credible hammering away with some rights.

Styles: Cage acts unphased as Blue Demon begins to work on Fenix himself.

Striker: Discus clothesline on Credible from Cage. And he’s wasting no time picking Credible up and throwing shoulder first into his corner. Mundo ready for a tag and Cage gives it to him.

Styles: Cage putting Credible up on his shoulders as Mundo stand on the top rope. Ahh! A frontflip clothesline.

Striker: Both Cage and Mundo getting to their feet and here comes Blue Demon with a double clothesline.

Styles: Fenix tries to make it to his corner for a tag but Lance Storm comes in kicks his right leg out from under him.

Striker: Keeping Fenix in limits the team of Fenix and Pentagon’s chances of winning the titles.

Styles: Swinging neckbreaker by Blue Demon jr on Justin Credible.

Striker: Mundo now delivering some powerful chops on Fenix in his corner.

Styles: Frustration beginning to become apparent on the face of Pentagon Dark. He cannot wait to get in there and put the hurt on someone.

Striker: Speaking of hurt we have yet to see The Rock tagged in the match.

Styles: We may not have to wait much longer, Blue Demon jr headed to his corner now. But Cage blind sides Blue Demon jr with a massive discus clothesline!!!

Striker: Much like in football when a running back is hit in the ear hole of his helmet. Blue Demon jr will be in a daze for a while. So now the duo who are disregarding the rules of the match turn their focus back on Fenix who is laying in their corner. Cage looking like he’s going to hit him with Weapon X. Mundo on the top turnbuckle, no doubt getting ready for the End of the world.

Styles: But Credible out of nowhere with a clothesline knocks Cage out of the ring and Mundo. Mundo was on the top rope he fell off when the two hit the rope in their way to the outside and he too fell to the mat below.

Striker: Blue Demon jr and Fenix are the only ones left in the ring!!!!

Styles: Blue Demon making his way to the corner and same with Fenix. Both men make the tag here we go!!!

(Pentagon and Rock run toward each other and meet at the center of the ring where they stop just before the collide and stare at each other. Then they look around at the crowd.)

Striker: Surely a historic moment here in the Temple where The Rock and Pentagon Dark are meeting for the first time in the first tag team championship match. And it’s The Rock’s first match in the Temple.

Styles: Pentagon doing his trademark Cero Miedo taunt. The Rock looking side to side. He returns with a taunt of his own. Palm and fingers outstretched. Just Bring In It! Right in Pentagon’s face!!!

Striker: And Pentagon has had enough. He throws a punch, but The Rock blocked it and now answering with some rights of his own with that style of his.

Styles: Now stretching that right hand back and putting some spit on it.

Striker: Here it comes that open handed slap he is well known for!!!

Styles: Pentagon looking at him with anger. Now Pentagon Dark answering back with wild punches forcing The Rock into a corner and now choking him.

Striker: Pentagon now letting go and pacing the ring for a second. Here he comes running back to the corner! The Rock grabs him setting up for the Rock Bottom but Pentagon elbows The Rock in the side of his head. Chaos has erupted here in the Temple as the three on the outside are starting to stir. Fenix and Blue Demon jr are both sitting on the apron of the ring collecting themselves still.

Styles: Pentagon now picking The Rock up for a Powerbomb back breaker. Ouch!!! Geez!!! Dropping The Rock right on his knee back first!

Striker: Lance Storm now off the apron, rolling Credible back into the ring. Storm reaching for a tag.

Styles: That move to the outside must have done more damage to the three than thought because Credible cant even make a tag.

Striker: Cage and Mundo starting to stir but Fenix has mad his way over to that side of the ring. He’s on the apron.

Styles: Swanton onto the team of Mundo and Cage from the apron!!!

Striker: Storm finally gets Credible in a position to tag himself in. And here he comes! Tries to punch both The Rock and Pentagon.

Styles: Both men stop fighting each other and turn their focus onto Storm.

Striker: Storm looking very nervous now.

(Storm has his hands up in a stop gesture but his words are inaudible)

Styles: Storm seems to be trying to say he doesn’t want any issues with the two men.

Striker: I don’t think they are buying.

Styles: Definitely not as they answer with a double clothesline!!!

Striker: Pentagon first to grab storm and does a back breaker to him!!

Styles: The Rock is right there as well stomping away.

Striker: Pentagon picking Storm up again. Now whipping Storm to the ropes.

Styles: The Rock jumps in with a Samoan drop on Storm. The Rock now appears to be telling Pentagon Dark something.

Striker: Pentagon Dark now with Storm in that wadded up position as Pentagon get ready for his packaged piledriver.

Styles: Storm’s neck slamming first into the mat!!! The Rock now picking Storm up.

Striker: Here it comes!! The Rock Bottom!!!

Styles: Pentagon now with that arm hold that has done so much damage in the past.

Striker: Storm is tapping. The Impact Players have been eliminated but Pentagon seems to be looking to break the arm of Lance Storm.

Styles: The Rock breaks it up before he can. The Rock now heading to his corner and tags in Blue Demon jr.

Striker: Pentagon Dark doesn’t seem to care as he flies up and tackles The Rock to the outside.

Styles: Mundo now in a collar and elbow tie up with Blue Demon jr.

Striker: Blue Demon pushes hard and begins bending Mundo in half. Stretching his abs and crunching his back.

Styles: Mundo getting that right leg up and kicking Demon in the mid section.

Striker: Pentagon and The Rock are still on the outside as Pentagon drops The Rock throat first on the barricade . Joey , Pentagon is still the legal man for his team.

Styles: I’m not sure what his thinking is going after The Rock, who isn’t a legal man at the moment. Maybe he felt disrepected when he stopped him from breaking Storm’s arm. Fenix standing at his corner waiting for his teammate to come back to the match.

Striker: Cage is keeping an eye on the action that’s happening on the outside.

Styles: Back to the action in the ring. Johnny Mundo has taken control of Blue Demon jr. Mundo hits a frankensteiner from the top turnbuckle.

Striker: Cage getting down from his corner and making his way over to the two fighting on the outside. Double clothesline, knocking Pentagon and The Rock to the floor!!!

Styles: Cage now picking Pentagon up and rolling him into the ring. The Rock is pulling himself back up to his corner and everything seems to be back to normal as Pentagon heads to go corner to tag Fenix.

Striker: Mundo tags Cage in and they are now setting up a double team move on Blue Demon jr.

Styles: Cage does the Weapon X and Mundo follows it with The End of the World.

Striker: Cage covers!!! One. Two. The Rock breaks it up! Cage getting up and he looks furious.

Cage shoves TheRock and says something inaudible.

Styles: Big open handed slap from The Rock turns Cage to see Fenix on the top rope.

Striker: Hurracanrana from Fenix. Fenix now picking Cage up and dropping him gut first onto his knee. Cage bounces so hard he springs back up to his feet.

Styles: Fenix follows it up with a crazy looking arm drag and Cage back up again to his feet near the corner of Pentagon Dark who hits Cage with a super kick over the top rope.

Striker: After struggling for a moment Blue Demon jr has tagged in The Rock! Here he comes! Punching Cage in the face repeatedly followed with the patented spat on stretched back open palm.

Styles: Fenix tries to get involved but The Rock does a Samoan drop to the man of a thousand lives.

Striker: Pentagon shouting something at The Rock.

Styles: Whatever it was I definitely caught his attention as the two are now exchanging words.

Striker: Cage whips The Rock around and tries to knock his head off with a powerful clothesline but he ducked. Rock Bottom!!! Laying Cage out in front of Pentagon’s corner.

Styles: Fenix does a tornado ddt on The Rock. The impact was hard enough to work The Rock into the air.

Striker: Rock however managed to make a tag while in mid air. The Rock is now on the ground outside the ring. Getting himself together.

Styles: Pentagon sees this and is now getting down from his corner.

Striker: It’s almost like he is a tiger stalking prey in the wild.

Styles: Fenix with a snap mare on Blue Demon. He looks to his corner for a second to see Pentagon isn’t there.

Striker: Arms raised up in frustration. Meanwhile on the outside, The Rock I getting to his feet. He turns around to be met with a super kick.

Styles: Fenix jumps onto the shoulders of Blue Demon jr. Looking to possibly do a hurracanrana. Blue Demon fights it and walks toward a corner.

Striker: Fenix now perched on the top rope is punching Blue Demon in the face trying to break his hold.

Styles: Cage now getting underneath Blue Demon. Picking him up and Blue Demon is still holding onto Fenix. Both men are high up in the air.

Striker: Electirc chair drop on Blue Demon and Fenix lands on his stomach and chest.

Striker: The Rock drops Pentagon throat first on the barricade, followed by a clothesline over the barricade. They are now fighting amongst the crowd. Pentagon some how manages to get up first and just begins showering The Rock with punches. There’s a lot of action happening back in the ring Cage is up an has Fenix in his grasp.

Styles: Cage hits the Weapon X. One. Two. Three!!! Fenix was elimintated!!! The team of Fenix and PentagonDark have been eliminated.

Striker: Pentagon has finally quit fighting with The Rock and is now looking back at the ring in confusion.

Styles: His focus after that moment where he eliminated the Impact Players and tried to break Lance Storm’s arm had been too highly focusedon The Rock.

Striker: Whatever it may have been the team has been eliminated. And we are down to the final two teams.

Styles: Cage’s focus is now on the veteran and legend of Mexico. Blue Demon jr.

Striker: Demon has already been hit with both the End of the World and Weapon X but The Rock broke the pin saving the team.

Striker: That’s it Blue Demon jr got the pin! The Rock and Blue Demon jr are your first ever Lucha Underground tag team champions!!!

Styles: An incredible match as the team is handed their titles.

The Rock and Blue Demon jr make their way to the top stair where they each hold their tag titles high over their heads for a moment. They then bring their titles down and share a handshake. Blue Demon walks to the back and The Rock holds the title over his head and does his smelling of the air taunt then walks off.

Striker: What an incredible night it has been! I can’t wait for next week! For Joey Styles. I’m Matt Striker and this has been Lucha Underground.

Scene: (After show credits have rolled) Sexy Star is by herself in the locker room. She is sitting on a bench with her left leg stretched out in front of her on the bench and is lacing her boot. An unknown voice comes from the doorway.

Voice: Hey mamacita…

Sexy Star looks up and smiles. End.

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