Zoey
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Dear Diary,
So, I finally finished my old diary after four months, making this the second book I've started! I know introductions are kind of overdone in these sorts of things, but I started the last one off the same way and I can't break a tradition. My name is Zoey Dominique; I'm fifteen and I live in Wisconsin. A long time wrestling mark. And I'm the biggest fan of Global Extreme Wrestling's Ripplemagne in the world!
Because of this, I tend to talk more about him than I actually do about myself. Because, well... I absolutely love him! I know it's kind of weird to be infatuated with a wrestler who hasn't even broke the year margin, but I started watching him in the Action Wrestling League and have watched Your Feature Presentation every week since then. And I just became more and more attached to him. At first, I didn't really like him because in the first few editions of Your Feature Presentation, he just didn't sit well with me. All of the sexism and arrogance really grinded my patience.
But, slowly, he began to justify everything he was saying and forced me to reevaluate the way I saw things. It wasn't through forcing me to read or making me feel inferior; he just spoke and his words flowed so smoothly and he strung logic together so well that I felt compelled to think. I found it amazing that just by being... he could make people do something as basic as thinking! And it wasn't even against any schmo either; in his first public appearances, he verbally slaughtered Rurik Krychek! A man known for making everyone he speaks to look stupid!
He's so smart, but he's an entertainer too! I began to watch and every little quirk of his made me belly laugh. I found it amazing how he could link entertainment with education in such a way that made someone like me want to learn. See, I have learning disabilities and my grades have always reflected an inability or unwillingness to learn. It's kind of funny that he, also, has learning disabilities and had poor academics. And his thoughts on academia were like... he was just able to take from my mind what I was thinking and process them into words when he was on the phone with his mother. But he made me feel like my I.E.P. wasn't going to stop me from doing something great.
I mean, he's probably one of the most thought provoking people I've ever seen. Even my mom thinks his wit is amazing and she's a lawyer! She really appreciates how much he's inspired me to strive for success too. And if he can get where he is and be who he is despite what a few papers say, then maybe I can too!
I know it's kind of weird to be so obsessed with someone that I'll probably never meet in a place like Wisconsin -- let alone have a relationship. But he makes me "believe".
It's not the most original motto, but when you put it into the context of who he is, the word "believe" means so much. I said before how he made me believe I could achieve something. But a lot of people don't know that Ripplemagne is also a devout Christian. I was raised Catholic -- just like him -- but in the last few months, I've been opening my mind to theology and I've actually done a bit of digging into his life before wrestling to read some columns he's written in the past as well as a number of debates he's had on internet forums. They just make so much sense that I'm willing to accept the same faith as him.
It's so infuriating though! Stupid Chelsea Reed booked him against nine people, who are undoubtedly going to want to kill him! She specifically designed the match to be a voluntary handicap match to make sure he's not the champion or employed by the end of the night. And anyone he eliminates is fired, so he not only has to deal with the target on his head from being an undefeated, reigning champion, but also the fact that they all want to keep their jobs and will take him out to ensure that doesn't happen.
And one of them is Oliver Creed. Forget the grudges Igor Rumpkins, Katherine Brown and whoever else has with him. In all honesty, I actually liked Oliver Creed before the last night. There was absolutely no need for him to turn his attention to Dwight Mare! He should have known that messing with Matinée Unlimited was a bad idea.
So far, he's had something in mind to condemn his opponent of the week for for every match though. And I'm kind of curious to see what he has to say about Ripplemagne, being that he is also a Christian. And I don't think he has the capability to school Ripplemagne in Religion like he did with Ace Static and Sah'ta Thor. Though, I think Oliver is Catholic and I know that Ripplemagne is Non-denominational, so that might be the focal point. Otherwise, I don't see what Oliver could possibly say about Ripplemagne.
If anything, I think it's Ripplemagne who should 'save' Oliver, all things considering. I don't think he even understands what he believes.
Anyway, it's time for bed. I've found a really nice Church that I've been attending for the last few weeks and I have to wake up early to go.
Love ya,
Zoey.
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Dear Diary,
So, I finally finished my old diary after four months, making this the second book I've started! I know introductions are kind of overdone in these sorts of things, but I started the last one off the same way and I can't break a tradition. My name is Zoey Dominique; I'm fifteen and I live in Wisconsin. A long time wrestling mark. And I'm the biggest fan of Global Extreme Wrestling's Ripplemagne in the world!
Because of this, I tend to talk more about him than I actually do about myself. Because, well... I absolutely love him! I know it's kind of weird to be infatuated with a wrestler who hasn't even broke the year margin, but I started watching him in the Action Wrestling League and have watched Your Feature Presentation every week since then. And I just became more and more attached to him. At first, I didn't really like him because in the first few editions of Your Feature Presentation, he just didn't sit well with me. All of the sexism and arrogance really grinded my patience.
But, slowly, he began to justify everything he was saying and forced me to reevaluate the way I saw things. It wasn't through forcing me to read or making me feel inferior; he just spoke and his words flowed so smoothly and he strung logic together so well that I felt compelled to think. I found it amazing that just by being... he could make people do something as basic as thinking! And it wasn't even against any schmo either; in his first public appearances, he verbally slaughtered Rurik Krychek! A man known for making everyone he speaks to look stupid!
He's so smart, but he's an entertainer too! I began to watch and every little quirk of his made me belly laugh. I found it amazing how he could link entertainment with education in such a way that made someone like me want to learn. See, I have learning disabilities and my grades have always reflected an inability or unwillingness to learn. It's kind of funny that he, also, has learning disabilities and had poor academics. And his thoughts on academia were like... he was just able to take from my mind what I was thinking and process them into words when he was on the phone with his mother. But he made me feel like my I.E.P. wasn't going to stop me from doing something great.
I mean, he's probably one of the most thought provoking people I've ever seen. Even my mom thinks his wit is amazing and she's a lawyer! She really appreciates how much he's inspired me to strive for success too. And if he can get where he is and be who he is despite what a few papers say, then maybe I can too!
I know it's kind of weird to be so obsessed with someone that I'll probably never meet in a place like Wisconsin -- let alone have a relationship. But he makes me "believe".
It's not the most original motto, but when you put it into the context of who he is, the word "believe" means so much. I said before how he made me believe I could achieve something. But a lot of people don't know that Ripplemagne is also a devout Christian. I was raised Catholic -- just like him -- but in the last few months, I've been opening my mind to theology and I've actually done a bit of digging into his life before wrestling to read some columns he's written in the past as well as a number of debates he's had on internet forums. They just make so much sense that I'm willing to accept the same faith as him.
It's so infuriating though! Stupid Chelsea Reed booked him against nine people, who are undoubtedly going to want to kill him! She specifically designed the match to be a voluntary handicap match to make sure he's not the champion or employed by the end of the night. And anyone he eliminates is fired, so he not only has to deal with the target on his head from being an undefeated, reigning champion, but also the fact that they all want to keep their jobs and will take him out to ensure that doesn't happen.
And one of them is Oliver Creed. Forget the grudges Igor Rumpkins, Katherine Brown and whoever else has with him. In all honesty, I actually liked Oliver Creed before the last night. There was absolutely no need for him to turn his attention to Dwight Mare! He should have known that messing with Matinée Unlimited was a bad idea.
So far, he's had something in mind to condemn his opponent of the week for for every match though. And I'm kind of curious to see what he has to say about Ripplemagne, being that he is also a Christian. And I don't think he has the capability to school Ripplemagne in Religion like he did with Ace Static and Sah'ta Thor. Though, I think Oliver is Catholic and I know that Ripplemagne is Non-denominational, so that might be the focal point. Otherwise, I don't see what Oliver could possibly say about Ripplemagne.
If anything, I think it's Ripplemagne who should 'save' Oliver, all things considering. I don't think he even understands what he believes.
Anyway, it's time for bed. I've found a really nice Church that I've been attending for the last few weeks and I have to wake up early to go.
Love ya,
Zoey.
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