Sydney Christensen vs. The Crimson Baroness
Oct 19, 2015 1:06:30 GMT -5
Post by Sydney Christensen on Oct 19, 2015 1:06:30 GMT -5
Monday, October 5th, 2015
San Diego, California
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The sound of a sigh echoes throughout the locker room, which was empty of people. Given that the current edition of rEvolution Wrestling television had just wrapped, an empty locker room wasn’t all that uncommon. Seated on a solitary wooden bench in the wrestler widely considered to be rEvoluion’s “Ace,” Sydney Christensen. Sydney is still clad in her pink and black ring attire as she lets out another sigh, frustration showing on her face. Her frustration wasn’t due to the fact that she lost tonight. Losing was an unfortunate part of the business. She wasn’t even that upset that she lost to someone who had become quite the thorn in her side as of late, the young upstart Elizabeth Lannister. Sydney’s frustration is something deeper, something people didn’t necessarily see at first glance. Despite everyone around her saying that she was as good as they come and she didn’t have to worry about a thing, there was a part of Sydney that wondered just how genuine those sentiments were. It was one thing to have the vote of confidence from her peers. It was a completely different thing for her to have that confidence inside of her.
The sound of footsteps approaching the locker room seems to shake Sydney out of her self-induced funk. Standing in the doorway was the head trainer for rEvolution, a legend all on her own, Angela Jameson. Angela looks over at Sydney with a look of slight concern.
Angela: Syd? What are you still doing here? Everyone else has pretty much left.
Sydney: I’m just thinking.
Angela: Everything OK?
She says as she walks over and takes a seat next to Sydney on the bench. Sydney runs a hand through her blonde and pink locks as she sighs.
Sydney: What am I doing?
Angela: Pardon?
Sydney: What am I doing here? Everything around here has been changing at a rapid pace for months now and all I am doing is sitting here questioning my place. It’s almost like no matter what I do, it’s not good enough anymore.
Angela: Is this about your match tonight?
Sydney: It’s about more than that. I don’t know. I guess I’m just letting everything get to me. I’m at the point now where I’m seriously wondering if I’m letting more than just myself down.
The older woman holds up her hand in a manner to cut off the young Canadian.
Angela: Stop it. Just….stop, ok? First off, you are NOT letting anyone down. You are being extremely too hard on yourself. Losing is tough. Losing to someone you aren’t particularly fond of? It’s the worst. But you are so much better than you give yourself credit for, Syd. If I didn’t genuinely feel this way, then you wouldn’t have been the first person I called when talks of reviving this place were being had. You possess something special inside that few people have. Not only are you one of the most athletically gifted wrestlers we have here in San Diego, but you have this passion for the wrestling business that comes through every time you set foot in the ring. Don’t ever forget that.
Sydney sat there for a minute, processing everything that Angela was telling her. She knew that what the veteran was telling her was true, to an extent. It certainly was a boost to her confidence, which resulted in a smile creeping onto her face.
Sydney: Thanks for that. I guess I shouldn’t let tonight, especially Elizabeth, get to me. It’s hard though. She just gets under your skin, you know?
Angela laughs to herself as she nods.
Angela: I made my entire career out of that. I still do to an extent.
Sydney laughs as she starts to peel the tape from around her wrists.
Angela: Listen, why don’t you finish up here, get cleaned up and go home to get some sleep? Tomorrow morning, I’ll help you get ready for the next matches.
Sydney: You know, you are pretty much one of the only people who have expressed any feelings of encouragement regarding my impending trip to North Carolina. It’s good to know someone other than my husband is in my corner.
Angela: I am always going to have your back. The fact that you are branching out and getting your name out there shows fortitude. I’m proud of you, Sydney. It shouldn’t matter what any of the other students think of it. The important thing is that you are doing this for yourself.
She reaches out and pats Sydney reassuringly on the leg before leaving the locker room. Sydney watches her leave and continues to go about her routine. Her confidence was renewed for the moment. Now she had to hope that carried over two weeks from now when she set out for the unknown. If she can survive San Diego, she can survive anything.
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Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Sydney Christensen. I’m not some wet behind the ears rookie who is just starting out in this business. I’m not some impressionable child who is easily intimidated by the older, more ill-mannered competitors. I have been doing this for a few years now. I’ve won more championships than most people can dream of holding. Awards? I’ve got them. The endorsement of not one but two legends of the business? I’ve got those too. What I am trying to say in the nicest way possible is that I am every bit as good as people say that I am. I back up every single thing I say in the ring, and I back it up quite well.
Why am I bringing this up? It’s simple. I’m the type of person who likes to remind others from time to time just who the hell I am. Or in the case of a certain self-absorbed little princess, it’s more of an introduction.
How you doing, Baroness?
I have to hand it to you, Baroness. You are certainly quite the actress. I mean, for a second there I almost believe you when you come out time after time and say that you earned the Carolina Cup. Heck, I almost believed you when for days, you walked around with a “shoulder injury” after Emily Carter shoved you. Everyone and their uncle could see that it was self-defense on Emily’s part. But with a wounded puppy dog look and the batting of your eyelashes, you got Emily in trouble. The worst part is how proud of yourself you were after that. Its things like this that has me shaking my head. I honestly can’t wait for the day when the stars align and you are forced to be in a match with Emily. Who knows? I may even fly out from San Diego to watch that in person.
I’m going to say something and I am only going to say this once, so you may want to take a few notes. For all of your delusions of grandeur, for all of your bragging, you have done a good job of playing this game. You’ve shown the kind of cunning and ruthlessness people need to get ahead in wrestling. Kudos to you on that. But being the most cunning and ruthless player of mind games will only get you so far. Obviously you’ve got the in ring skills, going off of what I’ve seen of you up to this point. But you also need one thing that you have absolutely none of.
Heart.
You don’t quite have the heart for this business, Baroness. To you, this is all just one big stage where you can prance around and make believe that the world and everything in it revolves around you. Newsflash sweetheart, it doesn’t. I’m very well aware of the fact that it takes a vast amount of different types of people to make the world go around, but I wouldn’t object if people such as you were somehow left out of things. Just saying.
I’ve had more than one person come up to me and question my decision to compete at Frontier to the Future. Everyone seems to be of the opinion that this is a dumb idea and that I stand no chance of succeeding. First and foremost, I am a competitor. I compete to win and will do any and everything to win. I’m not doing this for my family. I’m not doing this for the people I work with back in San Diego. I’m doing this for me and me alone. Michael Jordan said that everyone fails at something, but never accept not trying. I’ve had my ups and downs as of late. But come Wednesday, the biggest up will come when I make you tap in the middle of the ring and take the Carolina Cup away from you. The best thing about all of this? There is nothing you will be able to do to stop it. See you Wednesday.
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San Diego, California
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The sound of a sigh echoes throughout the locker room, which was empty of people. Given that the current edition of rEvolution Wrestling television had just wrapped, an empty locker room wasn’t all that uncommon. Seated on a solitary wooden bench in the wrestler widely considered to be rEvoluion’s “Ace,” Sydney Christensen. Sydney is still clad in her pink and black ring attire as she lets out another sigh, frustration showing on her face. Her frustration wasn’t due to the fact that she lost tonight. Losing was an unfortunate part of the business. She wasn’t even that upset that she lost to someone who had become quite the thorn in her side as of late, the young upstart Elizabeth Lannister. Sydney’s frustration is something deeper, something people didn’t necessarily see at first glance. Despite everyone around her saying that she was as good as they come and she didn’t have to worry about a thing, there was a part of Sydney that wondered just how genuine those sentiments were. It was one thing to have the vote of confidence from her peers. It was a completely different thing for her to have that confidence inside of her.
The sound of footsteps approaching the locker room seems to shake Sydney out of her self-induced funk. Standing in the doorway was the head trainer for rEvolution, a legend all on her own, Angela Jameson. Angela looks over at Sydney with a look of slight concern.
Angela: Syd? What are you still doing here? Everyone else has pretty much left.
Sydney: I’m just thinking.
Angela: Everything OK?
She says as she walks over and takes a seat next to Sydney on the bench. Sydney runs a hand through her blonde and pink locks as she sighs.
Sydney: What am I doing?
Angela: Pardon?
Sydney: What am I doing here? Everything around here has been changing at a rapid pace for months now and all I am doing is sitting here questioning my place. It’s almost like no matter what I do, it’s not good enough anymore.
Angela: Is this about your match tonight?
Sydney: It’s about more than that. I don’t know. I guess I’m just letting everything get to me. I’m at the point now where I’m seriously wondering if I’m letting more than just myself down.
The older woman holds up her hand in a manner to cut off the young Canadian.
Angela: Stop it. Just….stop, ok? First off, you are NOT letting anyone down. You are being extremely too hard on yourself. Losing is tough. Losing to someone you aren’t particularly fond of? It’s the worst. But you are so much better than you give yourself credit for, Syd. If I didn’t genuinely feel this way, then you wouldn’t have been the first person I called when talks of reviving this place were being had. You possess something special inside that few people have. Not only are you one of the most athletically gifted wrestlers we have here in San Diego, but you have this passion for the wrestling business that comes through every time you set foot in the ring. Don’t ever forget that.
Sydney sat there for a minute, processing everything that Angela was telling her. She knew that what the veteran was telling her was true, to an extent. It certainly was a boost to her confidence, which resulted in a smile creeping onto her face.
Sydney: Thanks for that. I guess I shouldn’t let tonight, especially Elizabeth, get to me. It’s hard though. She just gets under your skin, you know?
Angela laughs to herself as she nods.
Angela: I made my entire career out of that. I still do to an extent.
Sydney laughs as she starts to peel the tape from around her wrists.
Angela: Listen, why don’t you finish up here, get cleaned up and go home to get some sleep? Tomorrow morning, I’ll help you get ready for the next matches.
Sydney: You know, you are pretty much one of the only people who have expressed any feelings of encouragement regarding my impending trip to North Carolina. It’s good to know someone other than my husband is in my corner.
Angela: I am always going to have your back. The fact that you are branching out and getting your name out there shows fortitude. I’m proud of you, Sydney. It shouldn’t matter what any of the other students think of it. The important thing is that you are doing this for yourself.
She reaches out and pats Sydney reassuringly on the leg before leaving the locker room. Sydney watches her leave and continues to go about her routine. Her confidence was renewed for the moment. Now she had to hope that carried over two weeks from now when she set out for the unknown. If she can survive San Diego, she can survive anything.
******************************************************************************
Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Sydney Christensen. I’m not some wet behind the ears rookie who is just starting out in this business. I’m not some impressionable child who is easily intimidated by the older, more ill-mannered competitors. I have been doing this for a few years now. I’ve won more championships than most people can dream of holding. Awards? I’ve got them. The endorsement of not one but two legends of the business? I’ve got those too. What I am trying to say in the nicest way possible is that I am every bit as good as people say that I am. I back up every single thing I say in the ring, and I back it up quite well.
Why am I bringing this up? It’s simple. I’m the type of person who likes to remind others from time to time just who the hell I am. Or in the case of a certain self-absorbed little princess, it’s more of an introduction.
How you doing, Baroness?
I have to hand it to you, Baroness. You are certainly quite the actress. I mean, for a second there I almost believe you when you come out time after time and say that you earned the Carolina Cup. Heck, I almost believed you when for days, you walked around with a “shoulder injury” after Emily Carter shoved you. Everyone and their uncle could see that it was self-defense on Emily’s part. But with a wounded puppy dog look and the batting of your eyelashes, you got Emily in trouble. The worst part is how proud of yourself you were after that. Its things like this that has me shaking my head. I honestly can’t wait for the day when the stars align and you are forced to be in a match with Emily. Who knows? I may even fly out from San Diego to watch that in person.
I’m going to say something and I am only going to say this once, so you may want to take a few notes. For all of your delusions of grandeur, for all of your bragging, you have done a good job of playing this game. You’ve shown the kind of cunning and ruthlessness people need to get ahead in wrestling. Kudos to you on that. But being the most cunning and ruthless player of mind games will only get you so far. Obviously you’ve got the in ring skills, going off of what I’ve seen of you up to this point. But you also need one thing that you have absolutely none of.
Heart.
You don’t quite have the heart for this business, Baroness. To you, this is all just one big stage where you can prance around and make believe that the world and everything in it revolves around you. Newsflash sweetheart, it doesn’t. I’m very well aware of the fact that it takes a vast amount of different types of people to make the world go around, but I wouldn’t object if people such as you were somehow left out of things. Just saying.
I’ve had more than one person come up to me and question my decision to compete at Frontier to the Future. Everyone seems to be of the opinion that this is a dumb idea and that I stand no chance of succeeding. First and foremost, I am a competitor. I compete to win and will do any and everything to win. I’m not doing this for my family. I’m not doing this for the people I work with back in San Diego. I’m doing this for me and me alone. Michael Jordan said that everyone fails at something, but never accept not trying. I’ve had my ups and downs as of late. But come Wednesday, the biggest up will come when I make you tap in the middle of the ring and take the Carolina Cup away from you. The best thing about all of this? There is nothing you will be able to do to stop it. See you Wednesday.
Word Count: 1498