Post by vespertine on Apr 29, 2022 22:18:26 GMT -5
Place: Gold's gym, Oakland, California
Date/Time: Sun May 24th 2022, 11AM
Date/Time: Sun May 24th 2022, 11AM
(read while playing)
UGH!
Again! Harder
UGH
Lift! Again!
URGH
All right stop!
(I put the bar back up on the lift rack.)
James: Get up. Now. Deep knee squats. Give me 3 sets of 50. Start with a 10lb weight. End with a 30lb weight.
(I do so, I go to the far corner of the gym while James finds a boxing bag. A few hot men walk by and admire what I'm doing. A couple of good looking ladies do too. After I do about 3 sets with the three different weights, I take a swig of my water bottle)
James: Did I say you can stop? Push. Harder. You want this. Hip sled. 200lbs. Now!
(Starting to feel the pain a little bit, I do so. James is helping me train for my upcoming match. On the condition I don't give him sass or lip. Hard. Very hard. I push.)
UGH!
Feel the burn. Again.
AUGH!
Come on! You want this?
URGH
Wait!
(I stop and look at him. He puts 100lbs on each side. Steps back. Indicates to start. My legs are sticks. Is he trying to break them? Me?)
AUGHHHH!
Come on!
AUGHHHH!
You aren't even breaking a sweat!
AUGHHHHH!
How many is that?
AUGHHHHH! 4!
That's right. Again!
AUGH! (I'm straining with the added weight.)
ONE MORE! GO!
AUGH!!!! (I wonder if he trains the BAWF wrestlers this way. He must. They are in good condition. And he himself has a ripped 6 pack.)
AUGH!!!
Ok! Enough.
(I put the stops and the bar back into place and lay there for a minute trying to catch my breath.)
Did I say to stop. Go to the lat pull downs. Put it on 200lbs.
(I crawl out of the hip sled seat. Grab my water and do as I'm told. It's so hard not talking back to him and jumping him. He's hot when he is training. I get to the lat pull down. Put on the 200lbs and start pulling down.)
ARGH!!!
Pathetic. Again!
AGH!!!! I can't. Too much.
Did I say you can talk or stop.
AU - GH !!! (I am straining heavily. I really can't lat pull this much. I'm not going to tell him that. He'll think I'm weak.)
There you go! For you. For Vesey!
URGGGGG!
Again! For Glory!
AUGHHHH!!!
Wait. (He puts hands on my shoulders.) GO! For the Alliance
AUGH! (Wait... what?)
Keep going. For the Horde! (I pull down halfway. I stop and go back up.)
What? That wasn't a full one.( I raise an eyebrow at him?)
Ves: What was: "For the Alliance and the horde?"
James: What? You don't get World of Warcraft?
Ves: You play World of Warcraft? Wow. Just wow.
James: Get over it. Anyway, why did you stop?
Ves: Too much information all at once. World of Warcraft.
James: You have a weak upper body. Grab some water and then get to pull ups.
(I get off the lat pull, get water and go over to the chin bar. He sits on the ground next to it and does a few crunches. I'd rather watch him but I need this badly.)
Do 10. Go!
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10.
(I finish. Wiping my brow I glance around. A few of the hot men from before are training in the ring. The ladies I saw are running on the treadmill giving me glances my way. They see me looking at them and nod. I nod back.)
James: Are we taking a break over here. Do another 10, left hand only.
(Sighing I put my water back down, I grab the bar, put my right hand on my left wrist. I do 10, stop but hang, and then do 10 more.)
Good. Right hand now.
(I let go and do as he says. He counts 10. I stop. I do 10 more.)
Good. Now, get a 30 lb weight, go to the ring apron and jump up 20 times.
(Gawking inwardly, that is the most I have ever done. I shrug as I grab the 30 lbs weight, go to the ring apron and start jumping up on the ring apron. He sits on the ring steps next to me counting.)
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10.
11 (I almost slip as my legs are getting tired. Man up!)
12.
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17. (I pause and then slide down against the apron.)
What? Are you playing around here? Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
(I don't move as I cradle the weight in my arms. I put it down and grab my water and swig it. He softens.)
James: You ok?
Ves: Yes. I don't do that jump up with that amount of weight. Even my Sensei isn't that hard on me.
James: Stick only focuses on your martial arts which is admirable but this is wrestling and in your upcoming PPV you need all your muscles and all your training has to be tip top. You have 5 days till Glory? 5 days, Ves, this is important. This... is..... GLORY! But I give you credit. You are keeping your word and not talking back to me. You are doing great. keep it up.
Ves: Do you train your BAWF wrestlers this hard?
James: I do. Those who want it, go the top and then get scouted by the major leagues. Those who don't, well they don't stay.
Ves: And where am I?
James: Doing better than I thought but you could do better, be better. You've had too many years of slacking on the training front. Sure, you focus on your abs and gluts and martial arts but wrestling is all about being well rounded. You have lost some. Time to get it back.
(He pauses before continuing)
James: Take 10. Get water. Then hit the showers.
Ves: We are done?
James: Not by a long shot. But I will give you a few hours to recoup. We will do something completely different around 3. That way, it's something new for your muscles so you won't plateau.
Ves: What? Where?
James: Berkeley county park. You ever heard of Parkour? They have this awesome beginner's course that I think you would love.
Ves: Parkour? Really? I never tried it but I been wanting to.
James: Good, get packed. I'll meet you in the lobby. (He looks around and sees the cameraman for Revo1 come through the door.) Your cameraman is here. Go and do your promo. I'll see you in 20.
(He gets up to go talk to somebody else on his way out. I grab a few sips of water before I get up and go towards the locker room.)
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"Promo Time. GO!"
(Camera guy gets set up near the water fountains and I leans against the wall and waits. By now I'm dripping with sweat. I prop a foot against the wall and the camera guy directs me to start. Camera cuts to shot....)
(I blink at the camera as an introduction.)
To Jason Ryan:
Uh Jason, who you talking to? I mean I'm right here. Who you talking to? Ain't no way in all the blue hells of buddha are you talking to me. First it was Jalen and then you turn your ire on me. We haven't met yet. (sighs) Come on, Ryan quit whining. This is a wrestling. We don't whine here. There is no whining in wrestling. Why do you make such a big deal about not getting anywhere when in fact all you need to do is put the bat down and step up. I'm not afraid of you. Are you afraid of me?
(I shrug and sigh but continue)
Ok, so if you are scared of little old me, that's flattering but that's not wrestling. That's whining. Do you actually see him as a big enough threat. Or do you see me as a bigger threat but you'd rather address him because he is easier. Is that it? You want me to kill you? You want me to end your career? Is that what you are saying? You want out of ROW? I can do that. I can end you. I can end your career. But I'm not going to kill you just to let you leave ROW. I'm going to leave you alive just enough that you are still able to wrestle. That you will still be a useful member of the roster. Well not useful. But still on the roster. You are useful to the rest of us as a punching bag. You haven't tried hard enough, you aren't here long enough, you aren't big enough, you aren't the calibre of wrestler that Talia is, that Chelsea and Toni are. You are nowhere near the calibre of wrestler that Jin is or even I am. Quite simply, I am, we all are, better than you.
(I smile coyly)
Go ahead and hide behind your celtic cross, hide behind that cigar you are so intent on smoking, hide behind that bat. Because when you step into the ring with a real ring warrior, there is nothing you can say or do to stop me from kicking your ass and raising my hand in victory. Pfff Jalen Cross? Yeah, don't think so, I'm better than he will ever be. I'm better than you will ever be.
(I pause a second, sigh, try to blow a stray hair out of my eyes then I continue)
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To Chelsea Skye
So.... rocker girl. Just trying to be all optimistic and sporty and sassy and... whatever other word ends in "Y". I beat you once, you're still reeling from your loss to your better Skye. Problem is, you still haven't wrapped your head around the whole "to be the best, you have to beat the best." Talia skye was better than you and you failed there. You failed to get any sort of win over her. Or even an advantage. You are still in the rocker chick mode. You last win was over Jason Ryan. That's not anything to be proud of. Anybody can beat Jason Ryan. And the Rock and Wrestle connection was so early 80s. Did you not get the memo. (mockingly) No you didn't. You and I weren't even born yet. But there are videos of the Rock N Wrestle Connection.
(I sigh as I go back to being serious, then I look back at the camera)
You know, if you actually put in the work that the rest of us do, you might win and keep titles a lot more. Drop the band gig. I mean, yes, you're good at it. You get good club gigs and stuff but come on, you want to be a real wrestler? Drop the band act, and be a wrestler full time.
(I watch as two hotties walk by and giggle.)
In the first round of Glory, you got past Jessie "Fucking fuck off" Lee, good job. But now you face me. After I beat Jason Ryan, I still need another punching bag. Congradulations, Skye, you're it. After Ryan, comes you. I'm going to go all out and batter your pretty little head in. No real reason but I need to let off a lot of steam and Ryan won't be able to last long with my fury and ire rising and his whining that just all around bad attitude about losing so much. So you're next, Skye. You will feel death by diva because I'm quite simply better than you.
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To Jessie Lee
Well now we get down to the Australian shipwreck that calls herself Jessie Lee. You're one I haven't met before. Now if by chance you and I make it and we face each other across the ring, well, all I can say is: I'm ready. Because what you are going to say to me: "Let's fucking go." Girl, I'm fucking ready for you. If you do happen to beat Skye sister 2, then you and I are going to meet. If you haven't been listening up to now, or even watching the monitors back stage, I beat Jason fucking Ryan, I need another punching bag and you will do nicely. You don't care if you bleed or not or get your face busted up. I'm fine with that. I don't care if you fucking bleed or get your fucking face busted up. You are fucking ready to go girl. And I'm ready to fucking take my fist and put it so far down your fucking throat you won't fucking feel food for a week. Because fuck it, let's go already. I'm fucking tired of talking. I'm fucking tired of waiting. I fucking want to fight and you want to fucking fight too, don't you. I get it. The slut from the streets of Melborne or whatever backwater place your from vs the Whore of San Francisco. I may not be whatever you fucking are, I'm in this ring, I'm in this to fucking win this. You will be my punching bag and you will fucking feel death... by diva.
(I pause as a smile appears on my face and a sparkle appears in my eyes. Never a good sign.)
LET"S
FUCKING!
GO.......
BITCH!!!!
(I get all regal again but continue anyway)
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To either Toni Beasely and Talia Skye
Now, you two listen up. As I just told Lee, you better be fucking ready. Because when I get past Jessie Lee, one of you two will be next. I'm in this, to win this. And just because you have been here longer, think you are better, think you have what it takes to make it. You don't and quite simply, I'm better than the both of you combined. If you have been paying attention up to now, you will know, I'm taking over Revo1. But you haven't been and just like Jason Ryan, what you don't know will hurt you but it won't hurt you until she is standing over you with her hand raised in victory. And that, my sweets, is Glory. Glory is like war. You do it, you go in knowing you will die trying and you come out on the other side better than ever. Dying is a day worth living for and what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Neither of you ladies have done what I have done in my career. Neither of you ladies have faced what I have faced, have been in the matches I have been in. Matches that would have killed an ordinary woman. But you don't care. And why should you? You don't see anything worth anything in me. You give me no respect. Just as well, you have done nothing to earn my respect. And because of that, I WILL beat you. Either one of you. Both of you. You think you have what it takes. The only other person in Glory who has any inkling of what I have been through, of the amount of damage I have endured, of the kinds of matches I have been in, is Talia Skye and she thinks I'm a princess having a temper tantrum. That's all kinds of wrong on all kinds of levels. I've come to take her fucking place. Finally fucking time too. Skye has been here way too long and Toni doesn't care whether she is here or not anymore.
(I stare daggers at a guy who is leering at me behind the camera. I hiss at him and he shrugs and walks on. Back to the camera and to addressing Toni or Talia.)
Stay out of my way. I'm going to the top and there is nothing you can say or do to stop this diva.
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To Min Jun
And if by chance I should happen to meet you in the ring, you don't have to be scared but you have to be warned. Last time, I was an easy warm up. This time, I will have been properly warmed up and this time, you WILL go down. I've had your shot of Jin. I like my alcohol but when it's served up by snotty little gutter trash like you, it tastes dirty and on the rocks. And that's where you will end up, Jin, on the rocks, back against the ropes, even with Lee by your side, you and your little boy toy are nothing but targets. You will lose, Jin. There is no Glory in coming in second place. The first time we met, you won by one small mistake I made. A mistake I won't make again. I am Elegance Personified. I am the Well Rounded Fighting Machine. I am the Pretty Little Poison and I will take your shot of Jin and call you on it and make you feel death.... by.... diva. Is this the ramblings of a pretty little princess that is having a temper tantrum? Or the lethal poison of one who has had your Shot of Jin, took it, and now has the means to give it back even harder. Trust me, you will never beat me again, little Robin Hood. Anyway, this isn't your hood anymore. This is the real world and in the real world, people like me win. People like you, feel death by diva.
(I pause to look around. Only a few people are wandering by now.)
LET'S
FUCKING!
GO!
BITCH!
(They all stop to look at me as I disappear off the camera and around the corner. Camera fades to black.)
(I shrug and sigh but continue)
Ok, so if you are scared of little old me, that's flattering but that's not wrestling. That's whining. Do you actually see him as a big enough threat. Or do you see me as a bigger threat but you'd rather address him because he is easier. Is that it? You want me to kill you? You want me to end your career? Is that what you are saying? You want out of ROW? I can do that. I can end you. I can end your career. But I'm not going to kill you just to let you leave ROW. I'm going to leave you alive just enough that you are still able to wrestle. That you will still be a useful member of the roster. Well not useful. But still on the roster. You are useful to the rest of us as a punching bag. You haven't tried hard enough, you aren't here long enough, you aren't big enough, you aren't the calibre of wrestler that Talia is, that Chelsea and Toni are. You are nowhere near the calibre of wrestler that Jin is or even I am. Quite simply, I am, we all are, better than you.
(I smile coyly)
Go ahead and hide behind your celtic cross, hide behind that cigar you are so intent on smoking, hide behind that bat. Because when you step into the ring with a real ring warrior, there is nothing you can say or do to stop me from kicking your ass and raising my hand in victory. Pfff Jalen Cross? Yeah, don't think so, I'm better than he will ever be. I'm better than you will ever be.
(I pause a second, sigh, try to blow a stray hair out of my eyes then I continue)
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To Chelsea Skye
So.... rocker girl. Just trying to be all optimistic and sporty and sassy and... whatever other word ends in "Y". I beat you once, you're still reeling from your loss to your better Skye. Problem is, you still haven't wrapped your head around the whole "to be the best, you have to beat the best." Talia skye was better than you and you failed there. You failed to get any sort of win over her. Or even an advantage. You are still in the rocker chick mode. You last win was over Jason Ryan. That's not anything to be proud of. Anybody can beat Jason Ryan. And the Rock and Wrestle connection was so early 80s. Did you not get the memo. (mockingly) No you didn't. You and I weren't even born yet. But there are videos of the Rock N Wrestle Connection.
(I sigh as I go back to being serious, then I look back at the camera)
You know, if you actually put in the work that the rest of us do, you might win and keep titles a lot more. Drop the band gig. I mean, yes, you're good at it. You get good club gigs and stuff but come on, you want to be a real wrestler? Drop the band act, and be a wrestler full time.
(I watch as two hotties walk by and giggle.)
In the first round of Glory, you got past Jessie "Fucking fuck off" Lee, good job. But now you face me. After I beat Jason Ryan, I still need another punching bag. Congradulations, Skye, you're it. After Ryan, comes you. I'm going to go all out and batter your pretty little head in. No real reason but I need to let off a lot of steam and Ryan won't be able to last long with my fury and ire rising and his whining that just all around bad attitude about losing so much. So you're next, Skye. You will feel death by diva because I'm quite simply better than you.
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To Jessie Lee
Well now we get down to the Australian shipwreck that calls herself Jessie Lee. You're one I haven't met before. Now if by chance you and I make it and we face each other across the ring, well, all I can say is: I'm ready. Because what you are going to say to me: "Let's fucking go." Girl, I'm fucking ready for you. If you do happen to beat Skye sister 2, then you and I are going to meet. If you haven't been listening up to now, or even watching the monitors back stage, I beat Jason fucking Ryan, I need another punching bag and you will do nicely. You don't care if you bleed or not or get your face busted up. I'm fine with that. I don't care if you fucking bleed or get your fucking face busted up. You are fucking ready to go girl. And I'm ready to fucking take my fist and put it so far down your fucking throat you won't fucking feel food for a week. Because fuck it, let's go already. I'm fucking tired of talking. I'm fucking tired of waiting. I fucking want to fight and you want to fucking fight too, don't you. I get it. The slut from the streets of Melborne or whatever backwater place your from vs the Whore of San Francisco. I may not be whatever you fucking are, I'm in this ring, I'm in this to fucking win this. You will be my punching bag and you will fucking feel death... by diva.
(I pause as a smile appears on my face and a sparkle appears in my eyes. Never a good sign.)
LET"S
FUCKING!
GO.......
BITCH!!!!
(I get all regal again but continue anyway)
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To either Toni Beasely and Talia Skye
Now, you two listen up. As I just told Lee, you better be fucking ready. Because when I get past Jessie Lee, one of you two will be next. I'm in this, to win this. And just because you have been here longer, think you are better, think you have what it takes to make it. You don't and quite simply, I'm better than the both of you combined. If you have been paying attention up to now, you will know, I'm taking over Revo1. But you haven't been and just like Jason Ryan, what you don't know will hurt you but it won't hurt you until she is standing over you with her hand raised in victory. And that, my sweets, is Glory. Glory is like war. You do it, you go in knowing you will die trying and you come out on the other side better than ever. Dying is a day worth living for and what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Neither of you ladies have done what I have done in my career. Neither of you ladies have faced what I have faced, have been in the matches I have been in. Matches that would have killed an ordinary woman. But you don't care. And why should you? You don't see anything worth anything in me. You give me no respect. Just as well, you have done nothing to earn my respect. And because of that, I WILL beat you. Either one of you. Both of you. You think you have what it takes. The only other person in Glory who has any inkling of what I have been through, of the amount of damage I have endured, of the kinds of matches I have been in, is Talia Skye and she thinks I'm a princess having a temper tantrum. That's all kinds of wrong on all kinds of levels. I've come to take her fucking place. Finally fucking time too. Skye has been here way too long and Toni doesn't care whether she is here or not anymore.
(I stare daggers at a guy who is leering at me behind the camera. I hiss at him and he shrugs and walks on. Back to the camera and to addressing Toni or Talia.)
Stay out of my way. I'm going to the top and there is nothing you can say or do to stop this diva.
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To Min Jun
And if by chance I should happen to meet you in the ring, you don't have to be scared but you have to be warned. Last time, I was an easy warm up. This time, I will have been properly warmed up and this time, you WILL go down. I've had your shot of Jin. I like my alcohol but when it's served up by snotty little gutter trash like you, it tastes dirty and on the rocks. And that's where you will end up, Jin, on the rocks, back against the ropes, even with Lee by your side, you and your little boy toy are nothing but targets. You will lose, Jin. There is no Glory in coming in second place. The first time we met, you won by one small mistake I made. A mistake I won't make again. I am Elegance Personified. I am the Well Rounded Fighting Machine. I am the Pretty Little Poison and I will take your shot of Jin and call you on it and make you feel death.... by.... diva. Is this the ramblings of a pretty little princess that is having a temper tantrum? Or the lethal poison of one who has had your Shot of Jin, took it, and now has the means to give it back even harder. Trust me, you will never beat me again, little Robin Hood. Anyway, this isn't your hood anymore. This is the real world and in the real world, people like me win. People like you, feel death by diva.
(I pause to look around. Only a few people are wandering by now.)
LET'S
FUCKING!
GO!
BITCH!
(They all stop to look at me as I disappear off the camera and around the corner. Camera fades to black.)
(RP Word count: 2990)