IT'S MY LIFE IT'S
NOW OR NEVER
Hi my name's Louse Jackson I'm 20 years old.
There are a number of reasons for writing this Fiction I may get kicked off I don't know
because it's not a real fiction it's a true story. Some of you may think I'm
being big headed for writing this but has you read it there is a reason why I
am writing it.
For Christmas I got Bret Harts book and The Rocks book. After reading what
they say about when Owen Hart died and getting into a row with Dad about
who real or how un-real wrestling is, a seven year old girl coming up to you
saying she want's to be a wrestler just like you, you have to do something.
This is my story-:
When I was 14 years old I was very, very ill I almost died. When I got better I wanted to do something that no one in my school did so I took up mat wresting.
I sat on a bench lacing my boats up I loved watching the WWF. I wasn't so keen on WCW at the time. I liked the same WWF superstars has everyone else Bret Hart, Razor Ramón, Diesel,
HBK, British Bulldog Davie boy smith, Undertaker, etc., etc., etc. I was in my
6th championships, the Lancaster championships in Manchester at the grass
roots center for mat wrestling. I had been in 2 London Championships where
I had come away with a sliver and a bronze medal, One in my home town of
Wigan where I had come away with bronze and one in Manchester again
coming away with a bronze. I was also princess of the mat. Not that great I
know but I felt good. This was my 2nd in Manchester
"Yo Louse you all set to kick some ass?" Asked Danny my couch.
"Sure am Danny"
"Ok Just remember keep your level low and change your moves there getting
used to the way you wrestle you. Know who your fighting?"
I shook my head "No I'm just lacing up then I'm going to take a look"
He smiled "OK good luck" Danny was the only one who believed in me. well
apart from my family and friends.
My Mum and dad wasn't to happy about me becoming a wrestler but they
still supported me.
People at school thought I was crazy some where real good about it though
and some where nasty some people mocked me 1. because I'm a girl and 2.
Because I was wrestling.
A few of the lads where impressed not that, that was the reason I went to
become a wrestler I had done Karate also. It got me by but people still picked
at me I went to become a wrestler because I enjoyed watching it and had
dreams of becoming a WWF superstar.
"Start at the bottom, start at the mat and work your way into the ring" A
friend of the family had told me. I had gone to see him about becoming a ring
wrestler he had told me I was to young.
I went and looked at the list on the wall my heart sank. I was fighting one of
my friends Gemma we had messed around on the mat at the club but we had
never been put up for a title match before she had 2 maybe 3 years over me
and was a lot taller and weighted a bit more than me.
I went and got changed into my kit and put my Ince bulldogs track suit over
the top. I went on the mat and started to warm up started going though the
moves I had learned week in week out hour after hour. The matches started I
watched a few matches and carried on warming up I was on at 2:30pm.
"You ok?" Gemma asked me
"I'm ok"
"I'll go easy on you"
"WHAT!!!! I don't want you to I can take care of my self"
"OK but I'm not going to hard on you. Your smaller than me I don't want to hurt you"
"Thanks"
She walked out of the room I didn't mean to go mad at her but I hated people saying they would go easy on me because I was small.
2:30 came quicker than I wanted it. I walked to the edge of the mat. I had Jack in my corner we got on at the club but has a corner man...Well...he always found a way to knock you down with no matter how well you did. Walking to the middle I had the worst case of butterflies ever! It seamed to hours instead of seconds to get to the middle.
My name was given out has was Gemma's the Ref went though the rules. The Whistle blow and that was it friendship out the window.
We went into the match I took her down with a double leg take down I had speed on my side but she at strength she was able to rib-gut be into a slam.
I did move after move I frond counters for her moves she found counters for mine I looked at the time and score we where equal but time was running out we circled each other.
She went for my legs I was able to keep myself from falling but she put all her weight into me making me fall bringing her with me.
I felt a shooting plain go all though my body has if someone had put millions of red hot pins into me. The match was over she had pined me.
NOW OR NEVER
Hi my name's Louse Jackson I'm 20 years old.
There are a number of reasons for writing this Fiction I may get kicked off I don't know
because it's not a real fiction it's a true story. Some of you may think I'm
being big headed for writing this but has you read it there is a reason why I
am writing it.
For Christmas I got Bret Harts book and The Rocks book. After reading what
they say about when Owen Hart died and getting into a row with Dad about
who real or how un-real wrestling is, a seven year old girl coming up to you
saying she want's to be a wrestler just like you, you have to do something.
This is my story-:
When I was 14 years old I was very, very ill I almost died. When I got better I wanted to do something that no one in my school did so I took up mat wresting.
I sat on a bench lacing my boats up I loved watching the WWF. I wasn't so keen on WCW at the time. I liked the same WWF superstars has everyone else Bret Hart, Razor Ramón, Diesel,
HBK, British Bulldog Davie boy smith, Undertaker, etc., etc., etc. I was in my
6th championships, the Lancaster championships in Manchester at the grass
roots center for mat wrestling. I had been in 2 London Championships where
I had come away with a sliver and a bronze medal, One in my home town of
Wigan where I had come away with bronze and one in Manchester again
coming away with a bronze. I was also princess of the mat. Not that great I
know but I felt good. This was my 2nd in Manchester
"Yo Louse you all set to kick some ass?" Asked Danny my couch.
"Sure am Danny"
"Ok Just remember keep your level low and change your moves there getting
used to the way you wrestle you. Know who your fighting?"
I shook my head "No I'm just lacing up then I'm going to take a look"
He smiled "OK good luck" Danny was the only one who believed in me. well
apart from my family and friends.
My Mum and dad wasn't to happy about me becoming a wrestler but they
still supported me.
People at school thought I was crazy some where real good about it though
and some where nasty some people mocked me 1. because I'm a girl and 2.
Because I was wrestling.
A few of the lads where impressed not that, that was the reason I went to
become a wrestler I had done Karate also. It got me by but people still picked
at me I went to become a wrestler because I enjoyed watching it and had
dreams of becoming a WWF superstar.
"Start at the bottom, start at the mat and work your way into the ring" A
friend of the family had told me. I had gone to see him about becoming a ring
wrestler he had told me I was to young.
I went and looked at the list on the wall my heart sank. I was fighting one of
my friends Gemma we had messed around on the mat at the club but we had
never been put up for a title match before she had 2 maybe 3 years over me
and was a lot taller and weighted a bit more than me.
I went and got changed into my kit and put my Ince bulldogs track suit over
the top. I went on the mat and started to warm up started going though the
moves I had learned week in week out hour after hour. The matches started I
watched a few matches and carried on warming up I was on at 2:30pm.
"You ok?" Gemma asked me
"I'm ok"
"I'll go easy on you"
"WHAT!!!! I don't want you to I can take care of my self"
"OK but I'm not going to hard on you. Your smaller than me I don't want to hurt you"
"Thanks"
She walked out of the room I didn't mean to go mad at her but I hated people saying they would go easy on me because I was small.
2:30 came quicker than I wanted it. I walked to the edge of the mat. I had Jack in my corner we got on at the club but has a corner man...Well...he always found a way to knock you down with no matter how well you did. Walking to the middle I had the worst case of butterflies ever! It seamed to hours instead of seconds to get to the middle.
My name was given out has was Gemma's the Ref went though the rules. The Whistle blow and that was it friendship out the window.
We went into the match I took her down with a double leg take down I had speed on my side but she at strength she was able to rib-gut be into a slam.
I did move after move I frond counters for her moves she found counters for mine I looked at the time and score we where equal but time was running out we circled each other.
She went for my legs I was able to keep myself from falling but she put all her weight into me making me fall bringing her with me.
I felt a shooting plain go all though my body has if someone had put millions of red hot pins into me. The match was over she had pined me.
