3GW's Fez
Oct 4, 2016 19:21:19 GMT -5
Post by Jaelynn on Oct 4, 2016 19:21:19 GMT -5
(On Camera - a la documentary style.)
“Randy's School of Wrestling” became Jae’s second home since deciding she wanted to become a professional wrestler. Just as the name suggested, there was nothing spectacular about the location, however, it was a starting point for the young woman.
After a sweat filled training session, a flushed Jaelynn rushes to the nearest garbage can. She leans over the rim, and lets out nothing but unpleasant gagging noises. “False alarm,” she says to herself.
She raises her shirt to wipe off the sweat from her forehead and walks back to the ring. She takes a seat on the top step with her knees in front of her.
Reflection time: Her performance at Thursday Night Challenge wasn't up to par. The excuses were forming in her head for Randy, but that's where they remained. He didn't want to hear any of it, and instead his focus went towards figuring out where to begin with helping the clueless woman.
“So, uh I made it through my first appearance, and I lived to tell about it.”
“That's not very comforting. There will be bigger and much meaner opponents. Peaches spared you, and there are few as forgiving out there.”
“Shit, you're right. I have Pedro Gonzales to deal with, and we didn't start things off on the right foot,” she says with a sly smirk.
“You kids and your online personas, you're not doing any favors for yourself.”
“It's a new world for me, Randy. I know I have a ton of catching up to do - if I can even consider myself competition for anyone at 3GW. I totally forgot to check out the second page on my internet search for Peaches. I'll never do that again!”
Randy rolls his eyes. This is how their conversations went every time she'd show up to train with a hangover. The word “never” was taken loosely by the patient trainer.
“It's really cute that Pedro had the nerve to throw that thing called, ‘shade,’ when our match was announced. The little guy’s underoos were still clammy from his match with Ethan Thompson, but as soon as the decision was reversed, he felt like the cat's meow, huh? You can't blame Pedro, can you? Many will go by the argument that a win’s a win! By default he can raise his pantaloons above his navel and yap about me all he wants! I lost to Peaches and I’m eating my words, because of karma or whatever it is that you believe in. The struggle is too real, so don't expect me to quit, because the boy with the bad haircut pissed me off! Bet you feel like hot Tapatío right now! Something tells me you're used to being the underdog, and you’re starting to ease out of that, but not fast enough. You were picked last in gym class, and you were declared the winner in what seemed like an afterthought. I guess if women are getting married unconscious in Las Vegas, you can win matches like that, too. Noted!”
Jae reacts with a sarcastic gasp. Randy shakes his head, walking over to the opposite side of the gym. A small refrigerator is situated near the reception area. He takes out a water bottle and a taller glass bottle covered in cream colored masking tape. He walks back to the ring, handing the bottled water to his trainee.
“I don’t mind making a chihuahua out of you, Pedro. It’s not even racism, because just like the annoying specimen, you’re small, and you seem easy to walk all over, but you’ve got quite the chompers on the downlow, and don’t even get me started on your horrendous bark. I have no idea where this smidge of condescension comes from - FYI, it’s not flattering on you.”
She scoffs as she recalls her brief social media exchange with Pedro. Technology isn’t one of her strongest points, hence, her lack of presence in the digital world. Randy shakes his head, uncapping the glass bottle. He takes a swig of the censored drink, almost as though he is rubbing it in that his trainee is not of legal drinking age.
“Russian?” Jae asks.
“Peach Schnapps,” he responds with a shrug.
She tilts her head to the side, eyeing the masking tape. Just as she was beginning to cool down, she turns red again, and snatches the bottle from Randy. Her cheeks puff up, and as the feed begins to fade to black, the sound of glass shattering echoes throughout the gymnasium.
“Randy's School of Wrestling” became Jae’s second home since deciding she wanted to become a professional wrestler. Just as the name suggested, there was nothing spectacular about the location, however, it was a starting point for the young woman.
After a sweat filled training session, a flushed Jaelynn rushes to the nearest garbage can. She leans over the rim, and lets out nothing but unpleasant gagging noises. “False alarm,” she says to herself.
She raises her shirt to wipe off the sweat from her forehead and walks back to the ring. She takes a seat on the top step with her knees in front of her.
Reflection time: Her performance at Thursday Night Challenge wasn't up to par. The excuses were forming in her head for Randy, but that's where they remained. He didn't want to hear any of it, and instead his focus went towards figuring out where to begin with helping the clueless woman.
“So, uh I made it through my first appearance, and I lived to tell about it.”
“That's not very comforting. There will be bigger and much meaner opponents. Peaches spared you, and there are few as forgiving out there.”
“Shit, you're right. I have Pedro Gonzales to deal with, and we didn't start things off on the right foot,” she says with a sly smirk.
“You kids and your online personas, you're not doing any favors for yourself.”
“It's a new world for me, Randy. I know I have a ton of catching up to do - if I can even consider myself competition for anyone at 3GW. I totally forgot to check out the second page on my internet search for Peaches. I'll never do that again!”
Randy rolls his eyes. This is how their conversations went every time she'd show up to train with a hangover. The word “never” was taken loosely by the patient trainer.
“It's really cute that Pedro had the nerve to throw that thing called, ‘shade,’ when our match was announced. The little guy’s underoos were still clammy from his match with Ethan Thompson, but as soon as the decision was reversed, he felt like the cat's meow, huh? You can't blame Pedro, can you? Many will go by the argument that a win’s a win! By default he can raise his pantaloons above his navel and yap about me all he wants! I lost to Peaches and I’m eating my words, because of karma or whatever it is that you believe in. The struggle is too real, so don't expect me to quit, because the boy with the bad haircut pissed me off! Bet you feel like hot Tapatío right now! Something tells me you're used to being the underdog, and you’re starting to ease out of that, but not fast enough. You were picked last in gym class, and you were declared the winner in what seemed like an afterthought. I guess if women are getting married unconscious in Las Vegas, you can win matches like that, too. Noted!”
Jae reacts with a sarcastic gasp. Randy shakes his head, walking over to the opposite side of the gym. A small refrigerator is situated near the reception area. He takes out a water bottle and a taller glass bottle covered in cream colored masking tape. He walks back to the ring, handing the bottled water to his trainee.
“I don’t mind making a chihuahua out of you, Pedro. It’s not even racism, because just like the annoying specimen, you’re small, and you seem easy to walk all over, but you’ve got quite the chompers on the downlow, and don’t even get me started on your horrendous bark. I have no idea where this smidge of condescension comes from - FYI, it’s not flattering on you.”
She scoffs as she recalls her brief social media exchange with Pedro. Technology isn’t one of her strongest points, hence, her lack of presence in the digital world. Randy shakes his head, uncapping the glass bottle. He takes a swig of the censored drink, almost as though he is rubbing it in that his trainee is not of legal drinking age.
“Russian?” Jae asks.
“Peach Schnapps,” he responds with a shrug.
She tilts her head to the side, eyeing the masking tape. Just as she was beginning to cool down, she turns red again, and snatches the bottle from Randy. Her cheeks puff up, and as the feed begins to fade to black, the sound of glass shattering echoes throughout the gymnasium.