Post by Maggie Lockheart on May 17, 2021 22:23:45 GMT -5
::: 6/10 Studios Presents :::
The Interstate Love Song Chronicles - I
"Hot damn... check out the ass on the new girl."
It's typically a tiring, tedious task, setting up all the folding chairs along the ringside area before each show, but it's something that has to be done.
Two men in Revolution 1 hoodies and cargo pants go through the same routine that they've been through a hundred-times over before the pandemic began. They're just two of many - there's an entire battalion of these workers strewn about the arena, all performing their menial tasks.
After having his attention drawn to it, the second man glares over a few rows back where the 'new girl' has been bending over to wipe down every single seat that they've erected with disinfectant. He tries to steal a glimpse here and there, but doesn't realize that his own momentary glimpses tend to linger just a bit longer each time.
"Oh that? Yeah." The second man would love to turn his attention back to the task at hand, and play it cool. "It's nice. I'll give her a seven."
Some are working on the ring while others test the lights. They're the unsung heroes of the professional wrestling industry. If they do their job correctly, you'd never even know that they were there.
"Seven?" The first man's lips flutter with anger. "You act like you wouldn't take her in the back right now-"
"Hey, I never said I'd say no to a seven. You're the one who-"
"Pssh. You wouldn't say no to a four. Probably wouldn't say no to a three and a half if she came onto you."
"Man, screw you."
"No way," The first man smirked. "I'm way out of your league. You don't make nearly enough from Revolution 1 to hook up with a perfect ten."
The second man shook his head and went back to unfolding chairs. He glanced over to see that the new girl had been catching up to them. He couldn't make out many of her features due to her wearing a similar hoodie with the hood pulled up and a facemask on. But damn, he figured she must've been poured into that tight, faded blue denim; the way it hugged the bottom of her hourglass figure. To him it was a sight to behold.
"Well, perfect ten better get his ass in gear," the second worker retorted, "unless you want the new girl to lap us."
"Oooh, you mean we'll get a closer look?" First guy chuckled. "I best slow down, then."
"Come on man, I just want to get the job done."
The first worker grabbed a few more chairs off of the rack and handed half of his haul over to the second worker.
"Alright, geesh. I was just lookin' out for ya, Tommy. Hasn't it been long enough? Don't you think it's time you get... back in the game?"
Tommy, the second man, glanced over at Ed, the first guy, and shrugged his shoulders.
"I dunno." Tommy glanced over at the seven's ass again, biting his own lip in the process. "Do I really come off as that desperate though? She's the new girl at work-"
"Yeah? So?" Ed would have smacked Tommy across the face if he wasn't holding four steel folding chairs in his hands. "You don't know nothing about her, she don't know nothing about you. What's so wrong with going up to her and saying 'hi'?"
In reality, Tommy was nervous, a quite common occurrence since he and his highschool sweetheart broke up a little over three months ago. He thought that he'd know when he was ready to move on, but things barely felt different since that day. It was so difficult to reconcile and move on from the girl he truly loved that he often felt awkward and uncomfortable in the mere presence of a girl whom he found attractive.
"I dunno. I guess 'nothing'," Tommy said with another shrug. "But what if-"
"You gotta get those 'what ifs' outta your head, kid. They ain't helping nothin'. If you like the new girl's ass, then go tell her she's got a nice ass. It's a compliment. Besides, what is she gonna really do about it? I guarantee you that it'll work better than you standin' here staring at her ass all night while she works like some creep or some shit. Besides, don't you know there are better things to do with an ass like that than just look at it all the time?"
"I'll tell you what she's going to do about it," Tommy started setting down the chairs a little harder than he was before, practically banging their feet against the floor of the arena. "She's gonna go right to the boss and say that I sexually harassed her... to which I would agree... because work is not the place to be having this conversation, let alone the place to be trying to pick up chicks," He enunciated out into a strained whisper
"Oh, you worry too goddamn much," Ed said with a sigh, his hands on his hips. He saw that the girl was working the row that was just two behind the one that they were setting up. Soon she'd be within talking distance. "Fine, here, watch a pro at work."
Tommy glanced back as well to see the girl with the 'seven' ass catching up to them. His eyes went as wide as saucers when he put two-and-two together, and lunged out for Eddie to shush him but was too late.
"So, what do you really think of the new girl, Tommy?"
Ed's voice was crisp and loud, so much so that the new girl could no longer pretend as though she didn't hear them or couldn't make out what they were saying. She pulled herself upright from the chair she was cleaning and came to face the two men from the backside of the row they were setting up.
The girl cocked her head to the side and pointed at her chest. "Me?"
But Tommy's anxieties kicked into overdrive, and he cut Eddie off before he could even utter a word. "No... uhhh... we were just talkin' about the new girl that's ummm... supposed to debut tonight...?" He made it up on the fly as he went. "Uhh, yeah. What's her name again?"
The new girl peered at them from behind her surgical facemask. Eddie rolled his eyes at Tommy's desperate attempt at getting out of this, knowing now that he'd have to play along to save face.
Ed didn't look so pleased that his master plan was foiled by Tom's quick thinking skills. "What? Oh, you mean the one that's supposedly deformed from all the scars she has all over her body?" He said of the rumor that had been circulating amongst the ring crew.
"Yeah, that's the one!" Tommy quickly replied. "She's the one that's a world champion over at that other place... I just can't remember her name though... shoot." Tommy glanced over into the eyes of the new girl and chuckled. "Come to think of it, can't remember the name of the other place either. But whatever, must suck to be a freaking world champion and still need to go to other places to fight."
Ed set down a few more chairs in front of the new girl and added,
"Not like any of what she does out there matters anyway." Ed peered up at the new girl. "It wouldn't be the first time a new somebody came in from the outside talkin' big shit and ended up gettin' sent right back out on a stretcher."
The new girl glared at the two of them.
"Kinda makes me glad I'm down here with you guys and not in that ring yet." The new girl finally spoke, though her volume and tone did give off the impression to the guys that she was a bit timid.
Ed smirked and shook his head. "No no, you're not on the ring crew tonight. You're down here, doin' chairs with us, like we always do... ey Tommy boy?"
Tommy blushed deeply, but the girl nodded at Ed.
"That's, umm, great," the new girl said. "But I-"
"Yep. Set 'em all up. Let people sit in 'em for a few hours, then tear 'em all back down after everyone leaves," Tommy said. "First ones in, last ones out, like always... we like to call ourselves the eternally unnoticed..."
"Well, until we get our big break one day," Ed added as he turned back to the girl. "Until then, it's called payin' your dues. Yep. Us in Revo might do things old-school around here... but I love it that way. If you ask me, we need less twenty-something hotshots with their other, outside championships and their outside egos more people like us who actually respect the business enough to do the dirty work."
She glared up at the two men with piercing emerald eyes.
"That's why I'm here, I want to pay my dues," she said as she briefly pulled down her mask and peeled back her hood to reveal her true identity. "Just like everyone else... even if I think my ass is at least an eight."
"I'm excited to get started on this new adventure here at Revolution 1 wrestling."
"My name is Magdalena Marie Lockheart, but please, feel free to call me whatever you'd like. I find myself in my debut match at Revo 1 against a fine specimen who goes by the name of Arcana and apparently we're going to be fighting on Tuesday Night Legacy. Mmm, I like that word. Legacy. But apparently, there's stakes in this match in the sense that Arcana and I are going to be fighting in the first round of the Glory Tournament. I'm not sure what I did to deserve entry into such a tournament, but ce la vie."
"And I'm not the type to stand in front of a camera and tell you that I'm going to win the Glory Tournament... I'd like to, but I like my promises to hold onto their agency. I'm not a soothsayer, or a fortune-teller, though I do own a crystal ball. But I cannot tell you that I'm going to go out there and whoop Arcana's ass... I've never even met the woman. I could tell you through the rigorous research that I've done that her and I share a similar outlook on how we fight in almost all aspects except one. I actually do care if I win or not. It's not that losing devastates me, but it's more just a case of me being a very goal-oriented person... with just a pinch of OCD. If I lose tonight or at any part of this Glory tournament, or hell, if I lose at any point at all anywhere... I'm going to want to know why. I'm going to want to improve. You know how I know this? Because I go through the same routine when I win, too."
"And so far, there's nothing personal about it. It just is how it is. I have no intention of bringing up outside successes. I have no intention of running down the Revolution 1 roster. All I want to do is to add a bit more to my plate. 13 days of rest between fights is just a bit too much for someone my age, and besides, there's plenty of glory out there to be had. I guess if there's one bad thing to say about me, it's that I wouldn't mind taking all of the Glory for myself, as I carve out another branch of the Black Legacy."
"I'm not saying that I know it will happen. All that I promise everyone here in Revolution 1, including Arcana, is that I know that I can make changes come."