Post by Bryce Albright on Oct 18, 2021 22:57:49 GMT -5
The camera opens to a flannel-clad Arden Taylor leaning against a white brick wall; her left leg bent inward so her foot rests against the wall. Her head was low as she wrote into a black book. After a fleeting second the camera cuts to an over-head view. Inside the book, now shown to be a day-planner, Arden was writing a note on the 5th of October:
Again, the camera cuts to a side profile as Arden writes in her take-home from the event. The camera cut in close as she raised her head; her smile of professional courtesy broke into a smile of pure joy. The camera cut, one last time, to a close up of the day planner, now held with one outstretched hand. With an audible snap, Arden closes the book with authority.
A loud clap of hands opens up our scene. Bryce Albright, wearing a Power Red Adidas tracksuit, walks toward our protagonist with his back to the camera, crossing in front of it as he does. "Alright, Arden, you won your first match. It took six months of pushing, but you finally have the ball rolling. You looked pretty clean in there too. You adapted to a high-risk style and used his own momentum to take him to the ground. You knew he had no ground game so you jumped directly to the heel hook for a quick and easy win." He turned inward so the camera could see his posture. His arms were crossed and his head lowered as he spoke with our protagonist. "Colour me impressed. A deal's a deal; you keep winning, I keep training you."
The camera pulls back to show a twenty foot by twenty foot wrestling ring housed inside what must be a twenty-five foot by twenty-five foot barn. Our protagonist stood proud, her head held high before her mentor. Bryce separated his arms and pulled his sleeves up above the forearm. "Now, this week will not be easy for you. You've got a triple threat against an opponent that works a more high-flying style like The Artist Formerly Known As Jalen Prince, but actually has some level of technical experience. You're going to need-" He shoots in toward her hips and drops her with a double leg take-down. He pops back to his feet but grabs foot control on our protagonist. "-to be ready when she fights off the heel hook. She likes going for the arm, so you have to be mindful of where you grab. If I go to low inside you can pull my arm and, hey, I was nice enough put your outside leg in perfect position for a cross-arm breaker. She will be trying to force an error out of you. So if she hooks the leg-" He reaches down and hooks Arden's ankle around the outside of his thigh in basic ground defense. He grabs her other foot and puts it against his other thigh. "-she's helping you, because she leaves that hooked leg open for a knee bar." He pivots on the inside foot and sits on her hips. He figure-fours his legs together and lays back. "Just like that. It's quick, it's explosive, and most importantly-" He holds his arms out, still holding his gable grip. "-my hands are up here, far from where they can grabbed. No cross-arm breaker, no triangle choke, and unless she taps, no wrestling for the next nine to twelve months."
In a fluid motion, Bryce releases the hold and rolls backward to his feet. "Don't overthink your offence; the simpler the better. A win's a win no matter how quickly you achieve it. If you see an opening to get her into a leg lock take it. Avoid that knee facebreaker against her; you're just inviting a bad time. She just needs to cushion the blow, and you will have basically handed her a triangle choke. Stay low and work the legs. She can't use the high-risk style if she can't put pressure on her legs." He wipes the sweat from his hands away on his track pants. "Jason Ryan, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. He lumbers around and uses his body as a weapon. He is aggressive in his style, and you can fall directly into his game plan if you're not careful." Our protagonist gets to her feet slowly. "Two-hundred forty-five pounds is a lot of weight to be carrying around. And he may be swift for his size, but that doesn't mean he's quick. People respect his speed because he has a lot of stopping power to back it up. The people that beat him, however, don't respect that speed. They time out his offence and shoot in close when he opens himself up. I trust you are more than capable of figuring out the rest once you get too close for his liking."
"Okay, so we'll the gloves and work on your head and foot work to help you with Jason Ryan, then we'll finish with some chain wrestling combinations that should help you. "
"Hello Canada, and Arden fans in the United States, and Newfoundland. It's ya girl, coming to you live from the Centre of the Damn Universe in Toronto, Ontario, Canada." Our scene comes alive with our protagonist sitting with her legs crossed in front of a black screen. A single circular lamp provides lighting for the set. "And this week we find ourselves placed squarely in the International Championship picture." She blows on her nails before brushing them against her shirt. "No small feat on my part; even Chelsea Sky had to climb her way up the food chain. I'm like the Magician from the Marvel's Ultimate universe; I can bend and shape the world around me as I see fit. I don't affect change, though, through the use of mutant powers; I go out there and win so decisively that management has no choice but to take notice. So that's why I am here tonight."
"Sure, the layperson would look at the match and see two young up-and-comers against a recent International Champion, and see Sin growing their future by elevating young talent now. I don't buy that dirt-sheet take, though; I know why I'm here. Chelsea Sky has put up some hard fought contests against well known staples of Revo1; that's why she's here. Jason Ryan doesn't know, let alone understand, what the definition of pain is and just kind of keeps trucking along like a mid-90s Corolla. He's here because I'm pretty sure he was declared clinically dead for several minutes the night he lost his championship; and that's concerning for a multitude of reasons."
"But like I said-" The previously black screen comes to life as it depicts a rolling hill of long grass. At the top of the hill, directly behind our protagonist, is a single maple tree. "I'm like the Magician, I shape the world around me as I see fit. I have willed this chance into existence, and I can will a victory from it too." She turns her head away from the camera for just a second. When she turns away a graphical glitch tears across the screen. "I will win this match in the middle of Madison Square Garden; the biggest arena in the world. I'll walk into the International Championship match as a challenger and walk out as a champion...three matches in; no pressure."
"It's something that should freak me out; give me anxiety. Honestly though, I can be more at peace. I feel like I can take advantage of Chelsea's gaps in knowledge, and Jason Ryan's confidence in his over-aggression. I feel like maybe I can force-of-will this match. I feel like I'm starting to believe that this is real, and I am so not ready to be kicked back to the earth. I can't and won't let that happen. In my heart of hearts, it's honestly that simple. So good luck to both of my opponents, because they will need it. I won't forget about you when I do my International Championship victory lap."
END
Revo1
Bos, Mass
vs. Jalen Prince
Win / $-
Again, the camera cuts to a side profile as Arden writes in her take-home from the event. The camera cut in close as she raised her head; her smile of professional courtesy broke into a smile of pure joy. The camera cut, one last time, to a close up of the day planner, now held with one outstretched hand. With an audible snap, Arden closes the book with authority.
*
A loud clap of hands opens up our scene. Bryce Albright, wearing a Power Red Adidas tracksuit, walks toward our protagonist with his back to the camera, crossing in front of it as he does. "Alright, Arden, you won your first match. It took six months of pushing, but you finally have the ball rolling. You looked pretty clean in there too. You adapted to a high-risk style and used his own momentum to take him to the ground. You knew he had no ground game so you jumped directly to the heel hook for a quick and easy win." He turned inward so the camera could see his posture. His arms were crossed and his head lowered as he spoke with our protagonist. "Colour me impressed. A deal's a deal; you keep winning, I keep training you."
The camera pulls back to show a twenty foot by twenty foot wrestling ring housed inside what must be a twenty-five foot by twenty-five foot barn. Our protagonist stood proud, her head held high before her mentor. Bryce separated his arms and pulled his sleeves up above the forearm. "Now, this week will not be easy for you. You've got a triple threat against an opponent that works a more high-flying style like The Artist Formerly Known As Jalen Prince, but actually has some level of technical experience. You're going to need-" He shoots in toward her hips and drops her with a double leg take-down. He pops back to his feet but grabs foot control on our protagonist. "-to be ready when she fights off the heel hook. She likes going for the arm, so you have to be mindful of where you grab. If I go to low inside you can pull my arm and, hey, I was nice enough put your outside leg in perfect position for a cross-arm breaker. She will be trying to force an error out of you. So if she hooks the leg-" He reaches down and hooks Arden's ankle around the outside of his thigh in basic ground defense. He grabs her other foot and puts it against his other thigh. "-she's helping you, because she leaves that hooked leg open for a knee bar." He pivots on the inside foot and sits on her hips. He figure-fours his legs together and lays back. "Just like that. It's quick, it's explosive, and most importantly-" He holds his arms out, still holding his gable grip. "-my hands are up here, far from where they can grabbed. No cross-arm breaker, no triangle choke, and unless she taps, no wrestling for the next nine to twelve months."
In a fluid motion, Bryce releases the hold and rolls backward to his feet. "Don't overthink your offence; the simpler the better. A win's a win no matter how quickly you achieve it. If you see an opening to get her into a leg lock take it. Avoid that knee facebreaker against her; you're just inviting a bad time. She just needs to cushion the blow, and you will have basically handed her a triangle choke. Stay low and work the legs. She can't use the high-risk style if she can't put pressure on her legs." He wipes the sweat from his hands away on his track pants. "Jason Ryan, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. He lumbers around and uses his body as a weapon. He is aggressive in his style, and you can fall directly into his game plan if you're not careful." Our protagonist gets to her feet slowly. "Two-hundred forty-five pounds is a lot of weight to be carrying around. And he may be swift for his size, but that doesn't mean he's quick. People respect his speed because he has a lot of stopping power to back it up. The people that beat him, however, don't respect that speed. They time out his offence and shoot in close when he opens himself up. I trust you are more than capable of figuring out the rest once you get too close for his liking."
"Okay, so we'll the gloves and work on your head and foot work to help you with Jason Ryan, then we'll finish with some chain wrestling combinations that should help you. "
*
"Hello Canada, and Arden fans in the United States, and Newfoundland. It's ya girl, coming to you live from the Centre of the Damn Universe in Toronto, Ontario, Canada." Our scene comes alive with our protagonist sitting with her legs crossed in front of a black screen. A single circular lamp provides lighting for the set. "And this week we find ourselves placed squarely in the International Championship picture." She blows on her nails before brushing them against her shirt. "No small feat on my part; even Chelsea Sky had to climb her way up the food chain. I'm like the Magician from the Marvel's Ultimate universe; I can bend and shape the world around me as I see fit. I don't affect change, though, through the use of mutant powers; I go out there and win so decisively that management has no choice but to take notice. So that's why I am here tonight."
"Sure, the layperson would look at the match and see two young up-and-comers against a recent International Champion, and see Sin growing their future by elevating young talent now. I don't buy that dirt-sheet take, though; I know why I'm here. Chelsea Sky has put up some hard fought contests against well known staples of Revo1; that's why she's here. Jason Ryan doesn't know, let alone understand, what the definition of pain is and just kind of keeps trucking along like a mid-90s Corolla. He's here because I'm pretty sure he was declared clinically dead for several minutes the night he lost his championship; and that's concerning for a multitude of reasons."
"But like I said-" The previously black screen comes to life as it depicts a rolling hill of long grass. At the top of the hill, directly behind our protagonist, is a single maple tree. "I'm like the Magician, I shape the world around me as I see fit. I have willed this chance into existence, and I can will a victory from it too." She turns her head away from the camera for just a second. When she turns away a graphical glitch tears across the screen. "I will win this match in the middle of Madison Square Garden; the biggest arena in the world. I'll walk into the International Championship match as a challenger and walk out as a champion...three matches in; no pressure."
"It's something that should freak me out; give me anxiety. Honestly though, I can be more at peace. I feel like I can take advantage of Chelsea's gaps in knowledge, and Jason Ryan's confidence in his over-aggression. I feel like maybe I can force-of-will this match. I feel like I'm starting to believe that this is real, and I am so not ready to be kicked back to the earth. I can't and won't let that happen. In my heart of hearts, it's honestly that simple. So good luck to both of my opponents, because they will need it. I won't forget about you when I do my International Championship victory lap."
END
