Grit and Determination

Grit and Determination

Posted on June 21, 2024 at 10:49 pm by Steve Solex

The dimly lit gym smelled of sweat and iron. The rhythmic clanging of weights and the steady hum of the treadmill fill the air. Solex stood in front of the heavy bag, his fists taped up tightly, and sweat dripping down his face. Every ounce of his being was focused on preparing for HOW’s final War Games match and what might be his last opportunity at winning the HOW World Championship,

Solex delivered a thunderous left hook, the heavy bag swinging violently in response. Light on his feet and lightning quick with his hands, he followed up with a right cross and then circled the bag throwing a series of crisp jabs. Each strike he threw was measured and precise, honed from years of training and real world experience forged on the battlefields in combat. Solex knew that if he was going to win War Games, he needed to be in peak physical shape and mental condition.

Seth, a close friend of Solex’s, watched from the corner of the gym. He’d been there for Solex these last few months, mentoring the Last Man in Wrestling through the struggles that he’s had with his faith. 

“Again!” Seth shouted from his stool, his voice booming through the gym. “Keep your form tight. Everything counts!”

Solex nodded before adjusting his stance and throwing another perfect combination of punches, followed up with a body kick that could shatter any opponents ribs. Pain shot through his knuckles, but Solex welcomed it with a devilish grin. Pain was just a reminder that he was alive, that he was fighting for something that truly mattered to him.

If you falter in a time of trouble, how small is your strength!” Seth shouted, quoting Proverbs 24:10. “This is your time of trouble. Don’t falter!”

The words hit home and resonated deep with Solex, igniting a fire in his gut. His intensity immediately increased as he unleashed another flurry of punches into the bag, each one harder than the last. Solex wasn’t just training his body, he – with Seth’s help – was fortifying his mind.

“You’re not just fighting for the title, bro,” Seth said as he approached Solex. “You’re fighting for everything that you believe in. You’re fighting for honor, for respect, for the man that you’ve become!”

Solex paused, and took in a few deep breaths. “I know, man. And nobody is going to take this from me. Not Silent Witness, not Scott Stevens, not Mike Best. Nobody! Whatever it takes, I’m willing to do it.”

Seth smiled, a look of determination in his eyes. “Good! Warriors like you, Steve, are strategically designed for the struggle of preparation. Remember Joshua 1:9, Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid. For the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go. You’ve got the strength and you’ve got the courage. And you are not alone in this fight!”

Seth’s words fueled Solex’s resolve as he moved to the deadlift area, where a loaded barbell was waiting on him. Solex positioned himself behind the weights, his hands gripping the cold steel, and he began a series of deadlifts. The bar bent under the pressure of the immense weight as he pulled it up into position, locking out his hips. The weight would be unliftable for a normal man, but Solex thrived under the pressure; each lift a testament to his grit and power.

He gives strength to the weary, and increases the power of the weak,” Seth recited Isaiah 40:29 as Solex powered through the reps. “You might feel weary right now, Steve. But you are not weak. Not by a long shot! You are 275lbs of twisted steel! Let’s freakin’ go!”

Solex’s muscles burned from the exertion, but again he welcomed the pain with a grin. Solex completed the set and dropped the weights sending them crashing down to the mat below with a satisfying thud. 

Solex dropped to a knee to catch his breath and said, “War Games is going to be brutal. But I’m ready. I’ve been waiting and training for this moment my entire life. This is the culmination of years in combat, decades in the weightroom, and countless hours in the weightroom.”

“Yeah, you are,” Seth replied, grinning from ear to ear. “You’ve faced challenges before, Steve, and you’ve come out stronger every single time. This is just another challenge.”

Solex hopped back up to his feet and jogged over to the treadmill. He increased the incline to its max height and started a high-intensity interval run, the machine whirring to life.  Seth walked up next to the treadmill and recited Phillipians 4:13, “I can do all things through Him, who gives me strength.