Post by Mike Ragnal on Jun 23, 2007 20:38:40 GMT -5
What drives most people?
For most, it’s the cheer of the crowd that fuels their ego, helping them believe that they’ll always be the best in the fans’ eyes, no matter what.
For others, it’s all in the sport, performing only because it’s in their blood, and they know they have nothing else to fall back on.
Perhaps, though, are the few that are encouraged by their loved ones and family to continue on, especially in times when they start to doubt themselves.
Such is the case with one Mike Ragnal. For several months in Wrestling Championship Federation, he has, time and again, fought several times for the WCF Television Championship. As any fan would tell you, it was simply because winning a title would leverage the Master of Elemental Disaster higher on the card, hold a title, and make a name for himself, thus raising his ego.
If any fan was to mention this in front of Ragnal, he would tell them they were wrong…dead wrong…
The scene fades in to the Ragnal household front living room. Mike Ragnal and Sasha Pehl are sitting down on the love seat, with Mike on the right and Sasha on the left of the camera’s view, Sasha leaning into Mike, who’s arms are resting on his knees. Sasha places her hand on Mike’s shoulder as if to soothe him.
“Michael, luv,” She said, “You know you don’t have to do this.”
“I know I don’t have to, Sasha…but I just feel that I need to.”
As he leans over, he rubs his palms down his face, and sighs. His eyes look down at the floor as he speaks.
“See, there’s the key word, hon. Need. Last week, Thunder talked about how I can’t always get what I want. Maybe that old saying is true…but in all honesty, I don’t want the Television Championship, Thunder. Rather…I need it. Need is a different thing from want, because want only makes you greedy, and wanting more than you can chew. Needing is something that is of major importance to you, almost to the point that needing it so much is an obsession. So…I guess needing the Television title has become an obsession to me, because I’ve gone after it time and time again. But it’s not like the need that every other wrestler goes for when they chase championships. Some go to hold them and claim it as their own, others chase them so they can add another number or seventeen of the same belt to their collection.”
Mike takes another deep sigh, and Sasha rubs his shoulder, letting him know it’s alright to empty out his feelings. He looks over to the Aussie, and nods, then looks over into the camera.
“Maybe I’ve gone soft these last couple of months,” he continued, “I don’t know. But if you asked me the week I was about to face JJ Biggs for the Television Championship, I would have told you that I wanted the title so that I could begin to make a name for myself. It would have been the first building stick for my toy log cabin, so I could show it off to my friends and brag that it was better built than their own. But…ever since my lost to Logan…I can hear the crowds chanting my name…”Ragnal…Ragnal…Ragnal…” I hear it in the arenas so much anymore, I’ve come to realize, I don’t need or want titles just to make a name for myself. Because that’s already happened. So when I finally came to that realization, I had a new goal. It was still on the Television Championship, sure, but this time it had a purpose. The purpose being that the following week that I win the WCF TV Championship, I’m going to propose to this lovely woman right here.”
He smiles into the camera, as does Sasha as she stares at her boyfriend. She slides her hand across his leg and over to his hand, resting hers on top. Mike looks up and over at the lovely woman, and they look in each other’s eyes with passion. As they share looks with one another, Mike continues.
“I’m not going to say I want anything with Sasha, because that would just help Thunder’s case even more. But…I’d love to have a family someday, grow old, be able to have a fifty year anniversary…and I’d love to do every last bit of those things…with the only girl I’ve ever truly known love for…Ms. Sasha Pehl. And all of that starts…when I finally win the Television Championship.”
The couple then lean into one another, and soon…….they lock lips, and kiss passionately, Sasha rubbing her hand on Mike’s cheek, while Mike holds her hair back from her face. After a few seconds, their lips release, and they smile again. Mike slowly turns his head back to the camera, while the Australian wraps her arms around the Master. As she nuzzles her head into him, she speaks.
“I know I don’t talk too much…but for these last few months I thought Mikey’s chase for the title was just that. A chase. A chase that he may not possibly win, but a chase that he’ll never give up on. See…often Mike focuses on only one thing, it usually being a wrestling championship. He’s one of the best I’ve been glad to know…but he always becomes so stubborn when it comes to a goal.”
“Hey!”
Mike looks over at Sasha, who’s trying her best to cover up her giggling. Pretty soon he starts to chuckle himself, and Sasha looks up at him, and they smile again.
“Anyway,” She goes on, “Since I had no clue what he was doing it all for, I began to worry. Just thinking that it was all for naught. But the night he lost to Cairo at Timebomb…well, I was surprised when he told me. And sometimes…sometimes I wish he had kept it a secret, because I wanted a surprise. But it was his choice to tell me…and I respect that. Because much like Mikey does, I’d love to start a family just as well. And…I’d also want to start it with him.”
Mike, smiling as he looks off into space, looks over at Sasha, and gives a peck on the forehead. Mike then places his arm around the girl, and says his final words into the camera.
“Thunder…maybe I don’t know you well enough as I should. But I do want to say that there is nothing more beautiful to me than this woman, and I’m doing it all for her. Not in the weird Jimmy Jacobs loves Lacey sort of vibes…”
Sasha laughs at the last line.
“…But it really is all for her. Maybe you do have someone you love that drives you to win these titles, win these matches, and keep you in the game so that you never get rusty. I don’t know. But if you do…I hope you cherish every moment with them. Because they’ll someday be your future. And with this Sunday at Explosion, and then next month…I’ll be starting my future.
And that, Thunder…that’s the truth. And it might just shock you.”
Sasha lifts her head up at Mike, who looks over at her. And as the camera closes in before the fade out…they kiss passionately one last time.
So as it is seen, as it is proven, Mike Ragnal is not about ego, and not about sport. He is about his friends, his family, and even the one woman he wishes to be close with from now until Armageddon.
After all…Isn’t that what love truly is?
For most, it’s the cheer of the crowd that fuels their ego, helping them believe that they’ll always be the best in the fans’ eyes, no matter what.
For others, it’s all in the sport, performing only because it’s in their blood, and they know they have nothing else to fall back on.
Perhaps, though, are the few that are encouraged by their loved ones and family to continue on, especially in times when they start to doubt themselves.
Such is the case with one Mike Ragnal. For several months in Wrestling Championship Federation, he has, time and again, fought several times for the WCF Television Championship. As any fan would tell you, it was simply because winning a title would leverage the Master of Elemental Disaster higher on the card, hold a title, and make a name for himself, thus raising his ego.
If any fan was to mention this in front of Ragnal, he would tell them they were wrong…dead wrong…
The scene fades in to the Ragnal household front living room. Mike Ragnal and Sasha Pehl are sitting down on the love seat, with Mike on the right and Sasha on the left of the camera’s view, Sasha leaning into Mike, who’s arms are resting on his knees. Sasha places her hand on Mike’s shoulder as if to soothe him.
“Michael, luv,” She said, “You know you don’t have to do this.”
“I know I don’t have to, Sasha…but I just feel that I need to.”
As he leans over, he rubs his palms down his face, and sighs. His eyes look down at the floor as he speaks.
“See, there’s the key word, hon. Need. Last week, Thunder talked about how I can’t always get what I want. Maybe that old saying is true…but in all honesty, I don’t want the Television Championship, Thunder. Rather…I need it. Need is a different thing from want, because want only makes you greedy, and wanting more than you can chew. Needing is something that is of major importance to you, almost to the point that needing it so much is an obsession. So…I guess needing the Television title has become an obsession to me, because I’ve gone after it time and time again. But it’s not like the need that every other wrestler goes for when they chase championships. Some go to hold them and claim it as their own, others chase them so they can add another number or seventeen of the same belt to their collection.”
Mike takes another deep sigh, and Sasha rubs his shoulder, letting him know it’s alright to empty out his feelings. He looks over to the Aussie, and nods, then looks over into the camera.
“Maybe I’ve gone soft these last couple of months,” he continued, “I don’t know. But if you asked me the week I was about to face JJ Biggs for the Television Championship, I would have told you that I wanted the title so that I could begin to make a name for myself. It would have been the first building stick for my toy log cabin, so I could show it off to my friends and brag that it was better built than their own. But…ever since my lost to Logan…I can hear the crowds chanting my name…”Ragnal…Ragnal…Ragnal…” I hear it in the arenas so much anymore, I’ve come to realize, I don’t need or want titles just to make a name for myself. Because that’s already happened. So when I finally came to that realization, I had a new goal. It was still on the Television Championship, sure, but this time it had a purpose. The purpose being that the following week that I win the WCF TV Championship, I’m going to propose to this lovely woman right here.”
He smiles into the camera, as does Sasha as she stares at her boyfriend. She slides her hand across his leg and over to his hand, resting hers on top. Mike looks up and over at the lovely woman, and they look in each other’s eyes with passion. As they share looks with one another, Mike continues.
“I’m not going to say I want anything with Sasha, because that would just help Thunder’s case even more. But…I’d love to have a family someday, grow old, be able to have a fifty year anniversary…and I’d love to do every last bit of those things…with the only girl I’ve ever truly known love for…Ms. Sasha Pehl. And all of that starts…when I finally win the Television Championship.”
The couple then lean into one another, and soon…….they lock lips, and kiss passionately, Sasha rubbing her hand on Mike’s cheek, while Mike holds her hair back from her face. After a few seconds, their lips release, and they smile again. Mike slowly turns his head back to the camera, while the Australian wraps her arms around the Master. As she nuzzles her head into him, she speaks.
“I know I don’t talk too much…but for these last few months I thought Mikey’s chase for the title was just that. A chase. A chase that he may not possibly win, but a chase that he’ll never give up on. See…often Mike focuses on only one thing, it usually being a wrestling championship. He’s one of the best I’ve been glad to know…but he always becomes so stubborn when it comes to a goal.”
“Hey!”
Mike looks over at Sasha, who’s trying her best to cover up her giggling. Pretty soon he starts to chuckle himself, and Sasha looks up at him, and they smile again.
“Anyway,” She goes on, “Since I had no clue what he was doing it all for, I began to worry. Just thinking that it was all for naught. But the night he lost to Cairo at Timebomb…well, I was surprised when he told me. And sometimes…sometimes I wish he had kept it a secret, because I wanted a surprise. But it was his choice to tell me…and I respect that. Because much like Mikey does, I’d love to start a family just as well. And…I’d also want to start it with him.”
Mike, smiling as he looks off into space, looks over at Sasha, and gives a peck on the forehead. Mike then places his arm around the girl, and says his final words into the camera.
“Thunder…maybe I don’t know you well enough as I should. But I do want to say that there is nothing more beautiful to me than this woman, and I’m doing it all for her. Not in the weird Jimmy Jacobs loves Lacey sort of vibes…”
Sasha laughs at the last line.
“…But it really is all for her. Maybe you do have someone you love that drives you to win these titles, win these matches, and keep you in the game so that you never get rusty. I don’t know. But if you do…I hope you cherish every moment with them. Because they’ll someday be your future. And with this Sunday at Explosion, and then next month…I’ll be starting my future.
And that, Thunder…that’s the truth. And it might just shock you.”
Sasha lifts her head up at Mike, who looks over at her. And as the camera closes in before the fade out…they kiss passionately one last time.
So as it is seen, as it is proven, Mike Ragnal is not about ego, and not about sport. He is about his friends, his family, and even the one woman he wishes to be close with from now until Armageddon.
After all…Isn’t that what love truly is?
