Post by matteo evan chiesa on Mar 22, 2013 13:21:28 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] MATTEO E. CHIESA 23 | STRAIGHT | PROFESSIONAL MMA FIGHTER | LOCAL | NORMAN THEUERKORN THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? no problem, this isn't my first interview and it won't be my last unfortunately. my name is matteo chiesa, pronounced key-a-sah but everyone mostly just calls me matt - i don't really have a preference. no point in being picky over a name when you have other things to worry about, you know? THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? " what do i do for a living? i'm a professional mma fighter and have been for the past two years. it's kind of funny how i ended up with this career because i had no intentions of making this a job, it was just a hobby i had to help keep me focused. i certainly didn't think i was cut out for it but my coach thought otherwise and he basically sponsored me and got me my first fight. it wasn't until my third when i called out my weight level champ for his title belt and won the thing in the first round. ever since then it's been a non-stop journey and i couldn't be more happier. " INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? " even though i shouldn't drink, i do and i enjoy going out to the bars and just tossing a few back. um.. " -he trails off quietly, letting a heavy sigh escape him as he tries to think of what he does that's classified as fun- " um, something that's fun to me is drawing. art has always been an escape for me, it's something that brings me peace. so when i'm in a foul mood or if i'm just bored, i'll sketch or paint, you know, just something to get me out of my funk. my job is fun, at least it is to me - some people don't understand what's so fun about getting beat up by your opponent. there's always the risk of having a broken arm, leg or something more serious happen but you could be driving your car and get into a wreck. there's endless of freak accidents that could happen more often than when you're fighting in the octagon. " WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? " uhhh...yes and no..with no being the majority. well.. " -he frowns as he rubs the back of his neck as if he's uncomfortable- " god, i really hate talking about myself - i can talk about anything else but myself. it's fucking pathetic really. " -matteo shifts around in his seat as he debates whether or not he should even mention his disorder. after a moment of silence he finally comes up with the answer- " there is really more than meets the eye with me, you probably would have never known that i was diagnosed with schizophrenia when i was five years old. the misconseption with that is that people think that if you have schizophrenia then you can't function - that you are like the people inthe movies and you're crazy. i'm not crazy, i spent time in a mental institution when i was younger but i haven't been back since. i'm not cured of it because it'll never go away but i'm dealing with it, i'm living with it and it'll be fine..hopefully. " -he lifts his hand to scratch at his jaw as he thinks of something else to say- " because of my disorder, i've taken it upon myself to be celibate until the day i because i refuse to have this horrible gene passed on. did you know that if the parent carries it then it's more than likely going to be passed on by to the kid? it's even a bigger chance if the parent who has it is a male..so lucky me right? " COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? " my family is great, they really support me in everything that i do and i couldn't ask for better parents. my mom, valentina, i owe her a lot because i put her through hell when i was a kid. everything i do i'm doing it for her, i'm trying to pay her back for all the shit i did to her. yeah, it wasn't my fault but still - it hurts to know that when you were younger your parents had to lock their bedroom door at night because they were afraid that you would hurt them in their sleep. " -matteo stares at the ground as he tries his best not to cry. crying isn't something that he's not use to but he can't help but feel a little weak everytime he does.- " i even asked her to kill me once, how fucked up is that. i was about eight or so and i was in so much pain that i begged her to kill me. i just..i owe her, you know. " -he uses his shirt to wipe the escaping tears from his face, his features automatically becoming stoic once more- my dad worked a lot so he missed most of the horrid stories but he's still a great person. when he was around he helped deal with me when i would have some of my episodes, just to take the pressure off of my mom. he's a great man, a hard-worker and he never gave up on me..it says a lot. " AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. -he leans his head back and lets out a loud ha towards the ceiling.- " a childhood, no i never had that. what is that? i spent my childhood being poked and prodded at in a fucking mental hospital. - he pulls out his last cigarette and lights it, taking a long hit off of his cigarette, holding onto the smoke before exhaling slowly.- " first off, i was adopted to the man and woman i call my mother and father, their name's are valentina and micah and... god, sorry uhhh.. " -he shuts his eyes tightly, giving his head a little shake as he tries to not run out of the room. " most adoptions happen very easily but with me i come with a little..well a lot of baggage. my biological parents both suffered from schizophrenia and of course the biggest question with regards to me were if i were going to suffer from the same illness but the doctor's told them that they weren't for sure and only time would tell. i know some people wouldn't take kindly to that but there are no test to prevent schizophrenia, there's no machine you can sit under that'll tell you if you have it or not. you have to show symptoms and even then you have to go through more tests to make sure that's what you have. " -matteo, clearly becoming a bit agitated runs his hand roughly through his hair, not feeling comfortable in his own skin.- " so anyway, from what my parents told me i use to cry non-stop, i barely slept and when i did it was only for twenty to thirty minutes. " " there was one incident that i had that raised a small red flag to my mother, she said that we were both in the kitchen and she was washing the dishes and i was by the kitchen table on the floor just balling my eyes out. i'd say i was about one or so at the time, but uh, she couldn't have been more than two or three feet away and from how long it took her to get to me, i smashed my face into the tile floor. i had split my lip and forehead and also busted out the only two teeth that i had. " -he takes a drag off of the cigarette before putting it out by using the bottom of his shoe.- so they took me to the hospital and being that i was young the doctor couldn't do anything so he wrote it off as a temper tantrum accident which we now know that it was complete bullshit but he was just doing his job. from that point on i continued to have my "temper tantrums" and they only got worse as time went on. i had a lot of friends when i was growing up uh..i mean, i had a lot of imaginary friends and they would tell me what to do. so when i was five maybe six i had the outburst that made the doctors go, okay, something is definitely wrong with this kid. " -he chews on his bottom lip, not really sure if he should continue or not, he hates talking about his past because it makes him look like some sort of freak. he hates the looks that he gets when he's done talking, the eerie feeling that they no longer trust you and think that you're going to attack them or they think the opposite and want to treat him like he's a child.- " i don't remember this at all, this is what my parents told me so forgive me if i get some things wrong. we were on our way to a party that my dad's job was having and they said i went from being the happiest kid in the world to a completely nightmare. i had apparently began screaming at the top of my lungs and clawing at my arms until they bled and i succeeded i guess because i still have scars on my arms. " -he shrugs out of his jacket and holds out his arms for the interviewer to see the scars; some are faint and some are very prominent which meant they were made recently. he looks down at his arms and notices the ones that were on his wrists from a previous attempt at suicide- "i was six when i was diagnosed with schizophrenia or paranoid schizophrenia - either way i look at it, it's a fucking curse. my parents felt that it was wise that i go to a hospital and have round the clock care because they had the money to dish out. i was becoming a huge risk to not only myself but to them as well, they didn't feel safe so they sent me away. " " i stayed in the hospital for about a year and a half, being able to go home on and off between that time period because i would get better and then i'd fall off and then i'd get better and then i'd fall off. it was a repetitive cycle that once i was ten, i had the proper medication that helped chill me out. fourteen pills a day keeps the hallucinations away, it was something my mother would say whenever it was time for my meds. as much as she'd liked to think that, it was not really true. it helped keep them at bay but i still hallucinated from time to time.. -matt let's out a soft chuckle or sadness before glancing up at the interview- " i started going back to school and i didn't do the full eight hours, i would do two hours a day and then go back home and it wasn't until i was fifteen that i went to school fully. it also helped that my parents put me in various sports, martial arts being my fave because it held my attention - i didn't really worry too much about the voices.." -kicks at the ground absently, feeling completely exposed and hating it- i wasn't completely healed, schizophrenia is a life long illness and i know that eventually it will kill me. i'm sure it's weird for you to hear me say but it's the truth and i'm okay with it. when i was sixteen i had gone through a extremely depressive episode and i wanted to die because i couldn't take hearing the voices in my head, so i slit my wrists and waited for everything to end. luckily my dad came home and found me in my room and took me to the hospital where i stayed for four months and that was the last time i've had to go to the hospital. -pauses as he picks at his jacket- " for my disorder anyway but i'm not out of the clear i know..but it's a good feeling to not have to deal with the doctors all the fucking time. " What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. " my secret is that i'm a paranoid schizophrenic and i'm a virgin because i refuse to take a chance on having a child. " -shakes his head at the thought- " not my cup of tea. " ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! " i'm already living my dreams but another one of my dreams would be to have a family of my own but..that's something i know i'll never have because i refuse to pass on this damn curse. i refuse to put my child through any of this and..just, no. " -pauses for a moment before contiuing- " another dream is to be able to help younger kids like me who suffer from a mental illness, just to let them know that they can make it out here in society. that they shouldn't let it hold them back from their dreams, ya know. " AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. " yeah, thanks...oh and if you could try and keep this to yourself that'd be awesome. " -stands up to his full height, giving the interview a glare before walking towards the door- " though i know i'm asking for too much.. " BEHIND THE MASK ALEXA | 21 | CENTRAL | LAMMY | NATM i've had it with this fucking place, i need a new job.. tatiana leaned forward to get a better look at herself in the mirror, she was currently putting on the finishing touches of her make-up as her friend complained about her job. if it had been anybody else she would have jumped up and asked what was wrong but this was marsha, she complained everyday that she was going to leave but when the night ended and she was counting her tips she said nothing. 2 chainz couldn't have said it any better when he said bandz a make her dance. tips made everything better, especially when you were good at what you were doing. " you say that every night and yet i see your ass the next day. admit it, you love it here - don't be embarrassed. " she replied, her hand lowering so that she could inspect her work. a simple cat eye that made her honey brown orbs pop when she was on stage, she was like a feline - fierce as hell when she needed to be. tatiana looked at marsha through the mirror; the girl stood at about five foot five without heels, her skin color a smooth dark chocolate with an hour glass body to finish. bitch who the hell asked you? she let out a low laugh as marsha shot her a wink before heading out of the dressing room. tatiana had been dancing since she was eighteen years old, she couldn't see herself doing anything else in her life. she enjoyed dancing on stage and feeling wanted by both men and women. not only that but it provided a life for herself and her four year old son, corey, whom she loved more than life itself. the girl exhaled deeply as she stood up and examined herself in the mirror; dressed in animal print bra with black underwear and her favorite pair of hosiery and heels, she was ready to strut her stuff. tatiana walked out of the dressing room and began making her way out to the front of the club. she wasn't taking the stage until later so for now she would make her rounds throughout the club, feel on a few guys and maybe give out a lap dance or two. tatiana or better known as destiny flirted her way through the crowd, her eyes bouncing from one person to another and it wasn't long before they landed on person in particular. tino. she had met him a while ago when he first started coming inside her club. he was definitely different than all the other gentlemen in the place, he carried himself differently - sure he acted as if he had a stick up his ass but there was also something else. something that she couldn't put her finger on but she along with everyone else knew to keep their bullshit to themselves. he wasn't someone you wanted to fuck with. everything in her mind was telling her to go in the opposite direction, but of course her body did the opposite and made it's way over to the bar. " two times in one week...you must have it easy right now. " she said casually towards his direction. she leaned her back against the bar, her elbows resting on top as she waited for a response. with him you never knew if he was going to speak or just act as if you never existed which he had yet to do with her. |
