Post by Emerson on Mar 30, 2021 17:45:20 GMT -5
They say all the worlds a stage. I find that kind of perplexing. As in I really do not understand it, ahahaha.
When I was a little kid I used to get bullied a lot. I was a runt, small and quiet, kept to myself. I didnt know how to fight but I was got into fights. Go figure. I just never backed down from anyone, no matter how much bigger they were than me or how much better they were at fighting than me. And yet there I was everyday in the principals office. Bloody nose and bruises everywhere. He would give detention to the other boy and send him on his way. But rarely did he ever give me detention. Mostly he would talk to me. He would ask me what I was thinking. His name was Principal Janicki. I still remember him. He would ask me about my situation at home. Which he already knew about so I wouldnt answer. He asked me whatever possessed me to fight a kid that much bigger?
I just shrugged.
He said that wasnt an answer.
So in the best six year old voice I could muster I told him because it wasnt right. Whether its me or someone else getting bullied or beat up, it wasnt right. Mr. Janicki would tell me to find a teacher first. I told him teachers wouldnt be around my entire life. I pointed out that we had learned in history class about world war 2. He nodded his head knowing he knew the curriculum. I told him did the soldiers find a teacher to stand up to the nazis? Mr. Janicki laughed so hard he turned red. He said he wouldnt think so.
I told him if we dont stand up for ourselves, then who will?
He rebutted with, I lost all these fights every single time. Wasnt I tired of getting hit.?
I shrugged my shoulders and said yes. But then I said if doing what is right meant getting hurt, then so be it.
Janicki said I was too young to think like that. He told me think and not always use your fists first. There are other ways around fights.
I asked like what? And he said that the two boys who usually picked on me had issues too. That is why they were the way they were. They just took it out on me cause they didnt know any better. And if you were older and understood them more maybe you wouldnt be in such a hurry to fight.
I stayed quiet because he was right I didnt understand.
But now years later I do understand. I understand.
And so this brings me to Candace. What can I say? You are still world champion and that speaks volumes about you and your ability. But you have not lived up to your status. You have scraped by each match and that too says a lot. You find ways to win. But your luck is up. Now I will be the one to take it to you and I will not let up. Not one single bit.
And Jack and all that will not be on my mind I will try my best and I will take that world title from you. This is the elite 8 and I shouldnt have gotten this far since I am a very low seed. But upsets happen and on Titans another upset will happen.
Be ready.
That is all I have to say.
Fade to black
When I was a little kid I used to get bullied a lot. I was a runt, small and quiet, kept to myself. I didnt know how to fight but I was got into fights. Go figure. I just never backed down from anyone, no matter how much bigger they were than me or how much better they were at fighting than me. And yet there I was everyday in the principals office. Bloody nose and bruises everywhere. He would give detention to the other boy and send him on his way. But rarely did he ever give me detention. Mostly he would talk to me. He would ask me what I was thinking. His name was Principal Janicki. I still remember him. He would ask me about my situation at home. Which he already knew about so I wouldnt answer. He asked me whatever possessed me to fight a kid that much bigger?
I just shrugged.
He said that wasnt an answer.
So in the best six year old voice I could muster I told him because it wasnt right. Whether its me or someone else getting bullied or beat up, it wasnt right. Mr. Janicki would tell me to find a teacher first. I told him teachers wouldnt be around my entire life. I pointed out that we had learned in history class about world war 2. He nodded his head knowing he knew the curriculum. I told him did the soldiers find a teacher to stand up to the nazis? Mr. Janicki laughed so hard he turned red. He said he wouldnt think so.
I told him if we dont stand up for ourselves, then who will?
He rebutted with, I lost all these fights every single time. Wasnt I tired of getting hit.?
I shrugged my shoulders and said yes. But then I said if doing what is right meant getting hurt, then so be it.
Janicki said I was too young to think like that. He told me think and not always use your fists first. There are other ways around fights.
I asked like what? And he said that the two boys who usually picked on me had issues too. That is why they were the way they were. They just took it out on me cause they didnt know any better. And if you were older and understood them more maybe you wouldnt be in such a hurry to fight.
I stayed quiet because he was right I didnt understand.
But now years later I do understand. I understand.
And so this brings me to Candace. What can I say? You are still world champion and that speaks volumes about you and your ability. But you have not lived up to your status. You have scraped by each match and that too says a lot. You find ways to win. But your luck is up. Now I will be the one to take it to you and I will not let up. Not one single bit.
And Jack and all that will not be on my mind I will try my best and I will take that world title from you. This is the elite 8 and I shouldnt have gotten this far since I am a very low seed. But upsets happen and on Titans another upset will happen.
Be ready.
That is all I have to say.
Fade to black
