Blizzard is over. Nanny successfully retained her DCWF Women's Championship. I was so close to winning the match and becoming Champion again.
Nanny thought she had won. She never knew I was still in the match. As I held onto the roof of the chamber to edge myself closer to her, I could see myself with the Championship. It's been nearly 4 years now since I won the Championship - That is too long.
As I pushed myself off the edge of the pod with my feet and moonsaulted down onto Nanny, crushing her onto the mat, I was the Champion. Right then I was the DCWF Womens Champion. The only thing that could stop me was time. Could I pin her in time? I swear I got up from that canvas and pinned her 1,2,3 at least twice before I finally moved. That delay is why I'm not sat here as Horses Morrisey - DCWF Women's Champion.
I'm not old and past it. These prims aren't too old to pick myself off the canvas to pin the champion. At Blizzard I lacked something i've lacked for the past 3 and a half years. I lacked career effort. I lacked focus. I lacked a target. I was still Lazy Horses. Sure I wanted the Championship, but Nanny WANTED the Championship. Someone who merely wants the Championship formulates a plan that involves hiding on a pod and striking at the end trying to win by surprise. Whereas someone who WANTS the Championship trains every day, fights every day and stays in the Ring, fighting every challenger.
Nanny, Congratulations on your successful defence at Blizzard. I really mean that. Had I won i'd have continued as Lazy Horses and probably lost it on Warzone. When you nearly killed me with a Voodoo Drop off the pod you changed me. You made me see I need to change if I WANT to be a Champion in DCWF. Thank you. I really mean that.
Nanny, I am not leaving your life. This is just the beginning.
Sunday, 4 December 2011
I have a message for Nanny
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