Post by Maggie Lockheart on May 24, 2021 21:13:33 GMT -5
- May 18th -
On a night that started out with Magdalena Lockheart setting up chairs with the rest of the ring crew, it finished with her first victory in Revolution 1 wrestling. She wasn't sure how her match with Arcana was going to go, but she had done her homework on her opponent and at the very least was expecting a good fight, which was exactly what she got. Maggie didn't come to Revo looking for immediate success, however, for all intents and purposes, winning was a welcomed added bonus.
After the show went off the air, Lockheart was scouring the backstage area hoping to get some direction as to where she was needed to help tear down the ring. Instead, she was spotted by Jerika Mason, a backstage interviewer who asked if she was available for comment on her match that evening. Considering that this fell more under her contracted duties as a wrestler, she obliged.
Still clad in her ring gear, Maggie sat down in a steel folding chair across from Jerika who had also taken a seat; a massive backdrop had the Revolution 1 logo visible between them.
"So, I know that not everything went well considering the post-match attack from Jalen Prince," Jerika mentioned, "But to score a pinfall over Arcana is a pretty impressive feat."
Perhaps it was. Maggie didn't know Arcana that well. But Maggie had assumed that there was a reason why Arcana was in an opening round match for the Glory tournament. Someone in Revolution must have thought high enough of her talent that she had a shot to win.
"Well, thank you," Maggie replied, "I respect the effort that Arcana put out there, and it was nice to square off with a fresh face for a change. As far as Prince's attack is concerned, I've been wrestling professionally for almost four years now, so he wasn't anywhere close to the first and far, far from the last shitbag to try to drum up some little bit of attention to himself at my expense. That's okay though, I'm sure our paths will cross again sooner rather than later. I'll make sure to repay the favor."
The interviewer chuckles.
"Perhaps you'll see him as soon as Glory, our next upcoming Pay Per View event."
"When's that again?"
"Next week."
Maggie's eyes widened.
"Next week?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Oh... wow."
"You did win the right to move on to the pay per view and to continue to fight for a championship of your choosing should you win the Glory tournament. Is there an issue?"
Maggie peered up into the camera briefly before turning her eyes back to Jerika
"No, absolutely not." She cleared her throat. "I didn't expect to be earning opportunities this soon. I've hardly had any time to get to know anyone here, let alone get a feel for Revolution 1 itself. But that's alright, sometimes the best ways to learn are to just be thrown into the fire."
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The Interstate Love Song Chronicles - II
- May 24th -
Level Up Wrestling was brand new. Revolution 1 was already established. But there was a reason why the Level Up Wrestling Final Boss champion chose to expand her brand to this new frontier. For one, it was different. The fighters there all represented something fresh and different. Maggie knew that she would be walking in as an outsider as opposed to just one wrestler in a sea of hopefuls all vying to establish themselves in a vast unknown.
In Revolution 1, the pecking order had already been established. Maggie knew that she would have to work her way from the bottom and prove herself if she wanted to obtain her goal. But what was that exactly? In the lead-up to what would be a hard fought title match with a fellow Level Up wrestler in Don Tirri, Maggie realized that, at 24 years of age, that there was a lot more that she could be doing with her fighting career.
Working one day out of every fourteen wasn't cutting it. Working every show in the same arena in Indianapolis wasn't going to cut it either. Magdalena Lockheart knew that with the talent that she had at her age that she was wasting time and opportunity if she didn't work more. Don Tirri would travel from city to city, show to show the old fashioned way and had a bank account that reflected what twenty years in the business could do for you if one put in the effort of becoming a household name.
Magdalena Lockheart could be a household name, if she could prove her worth to a larger audience.
In the era of Twitch and YouTube, she was already well on her way. But as far as Revo 1 was concerned, she was an unknown. Maggie drove into town the night before the show and visited a few local hotspots to spread the word about tomorrow night's show. Because they were in New Orleans (and because of a couple of drunk tweets a few weeks ago giving birth to 'Margarita Lockheart') she decided to hit up a few famous bars along world-famous Bourbon Street. And because she was on Revo 1 business, she decided to leave the Final Boss championship belt at the hotel. There wouldn't be any cross-promoting, as no one in Revolution 1 was going to give a shit what she did or did not accomplish outside of the fed anyway.
It was exciting to finally be outside of the typical Baltimore to Indianapolis and back again route. The only thing that could have made the trip any better was if Maggie didn't have to travel it alone.
Maggie had a long cylindrical drink in her hand as she walked along Bourbon street at dusk. A camera followed her as she passed from bar to bar.
"You know, there's something to be said about being the new girl again. To be the relative unknown."
She stopped out front of the window of an old tavern, one rumored to be haunted by more than just the spirits behind the bar.
"Then again, the sentiment works both ways. I can't think of the last time that I was as far south as New Orleans. All of the sights and the sounds are as foreign to me as I am to the other competitors in the Glory tournament. And that's okay... I honestly don't expect to win or to be given a title shot this soon in my Revolution 1 run. What would I say to a champion that had just met me. Umm, hello, excuse me, I'm kinda a big deal... and I'm here to take your belt?"
Maggie smirked.
"Absolutely not. Maybe I am a big deal... and then again... maybe talent doesn't translate from place to place. But I've been to several places and I've accomplished great things in almost every city, town, and arena that I've stepped foot in. I'm 24 years old, in October I'll be 25, and I've accomplished more in a much shorter career than what most professional wrestlers do in their lifetimes. I'm grateful for that. I'm thankful for that. But at the same time, I'm not starving for that. I didn't come to Revolution 1 Wrestling to be a belt-grabber. Not right away, anyway. Right now I just want to sit back and take in the scenery..."
She relaxes back against the tavern wall and takes a sip from the long neon straw that protrudes from the two-foot-long cylinder.
"Don't worry, it's non-alcohol."
She glances as a few pedestrians just so happen to carelessly pass between her and the camera, momentarily ruining the shot.
"Where was I? Oh yeah. The Glory tournament. It's a great concept and all, and I'm sure if I had been around for six months or so, I'd probably take it more seriously. But I'm not desperate. I'm patient. I don't want to be the eighth person to come out on national television and tell you that I'm the only one that has a shot at winning this tournament because... reasons. That's not how I operate. I could list off the seven other names, I could talk trash about my next round opponent in Sierra Silver... but why would I do that? I don't have a crystal ball. Well, I do, but apparently, it's broken."
"If I did want to tell you what I knew would happen, I wouldn't talk about just the Glory Tournament. And while I'm sure for some it's the best shot that they'll ever get at relevancy, and while I understand that there are certain bragging rights and Glory that comes along with being a Glory tournament winner, my sights are set a little bit bigger than one show, one night. No no, I understand the distinct disadvantage that I'm currently in, so I'm going to step through that curtain tomorrow night and do my best. If I win? Great. If I don't, I learned something for next time. If I had to tell you anything, I'd tell you that if you give me a little while, I will climb rung by rung from the bottom to the top of Revolution 1 wrestling. Mainly because I can't help myself, a highly competitive nature and the fact that I'm always looking for a good fight just always seem to get me in trouble no matter where I go."
"There's so much that you all don't know about me yet, and sometimes it seems like it's going to be impossible to catch you up to speed. But again, patience is the key. For right now, just know that I don't make promises that I cannot keep. If I say that I don't know who is going to win tomorrow night, that's because I value my honesty and your trust. I haven't been wrestling forever, but I've fought those with careers almost as long as my lifespan and with the injuries I've sustained over the years I seriously doubt that my sunset is far from the horizon. So I've had to learn from their mistakes... try to grow from every little mistake that I've made, too. And the last thing that I want is to come out and sound like one of these other dime-a-dozen douchebags that all believe they're god's gift to wrestling."
"I'd much rather leave that kind of talk for the ring. You know, the kind of tongues spoken in pounding flesh and cracking bone... along with the sound of blood being spilled."
"So to Sierra, and to the rest of the competitors in the tournament, I wish you all the best of luck. Tomorrow night will be somebody's time, for sure. All that I can promise tonight is that you all had better keep an eye on me, especially when I get some traction with the ground. It would be an absolute shame if anyone were surprised if in two months, six months, ten months, that the name of Magdalena Lockheart is what's on the tip of everyone's tongue. I'm in it for the long-haul, and I plan to conduct my business here accordingly."
"It's so early in the story, we haven't even left the prologue. But Revolution 1, one of these days, maybe even soon, you're going to see the real me. And at that point all I'll have to say is... look at what you just made me do."
