boom clap
Feb 4, 2016 1:12:38 GMT -5
Post by ketamine on Feb 4, 2016 1:12:38 GMT -5
“BOOM CLAP THE SOUND OF MY HEART THE BEAT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ONNNNNNNNN.”
Silence, only the sound of metal on metal as the weighted plates shift up and then come back together with a clank. Then…
“BOOOOOOOM CLAP THE SOUND OF MY HEAAAAAART THE BEAT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ONNNNNNNN!!”
Jaxie Darling groaned in frustration, pushing herself to her feet and plodding across the mat to the leg press. Nero’s bright blue hair was wrangled into a messy ponytail at the top of her head and a pair of earbuds were firmly pressed into her ears. She was wailing the lyrics at the top of her lungs… apparently the only lyrics from that particular song that she knew.
The older Darling reached down and snatched the headphones out of her sister’s ears. “If you love me at all, you will effing stop.”
Nero blinked up at her, wrinkling her nose before she snatched the earbuds back. She’d started training with Jaxie again, mostly because her training wasn’t as strictly regimented as most athletes. Hers was at odd hours and dependent on when she could sneak away from the twins for a few hours. It was worth it though, she told herself. She had to believe that because otherwise she couldn’t justify the time she spent away from them but she couldn’t give up this crazy dream she’d had since being a kid either.
It had finally clicked one day when Gracie had asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up and she realized that she wasn’t doing either of them any favors but not showing them that their mother achieved something. She didn’t ever want them to grow up thinking that those dreams that lived in your heart weren’t worth it. That they should be shoved to the side.
“I don’t get it,” she said, finally. After one last rep, she pushed away from the leg press and sat up. “Maybe I should get it though and now I just feel stupid.”
Sighing, Jaxie sat down cross legged from her to stretch. “Get what?”
“Why I have to fight Mr. Danny just because we were a tag team and we lost. We don’t not like each other… or at least, I don’t not like him but he might not like me? Is that how this works?” the younger girl scrunched her nose, genuine confusion etching across her features.
“That’s… no. No, Nero. It has nothing to do with either of you liking or not liking each other. It’s about ratings and money. You guys were a tag team and you lost so now you’re facing each other and the fans can kind of… interject from there. They make up a story in their heads that you guys dislike each other and it puts asses in seats.”
“Ohhhh…” Nero nodded, chewing her bottom lip. She’d thought she knew a lot about the business but the deeper she got in something beyond the backstage, administrative work she’d done for Hard Knox Wrestling and her training in KWI, the more she felt like she was lost at sea. There were so many ins and outs that she wasn’t sure she could keep up with them all.
“And if you beat him, that’ll be fuc--effing amazing for you,” she caught herself at the last minute. After Lil T had told her that he wanted some fucking applesauce for breakfast, Nero had to calmly and sweetly tell Jaxie that if she kept cursing, especially around the kids, Nero would have to murk her.
A smirk crosses Nero’s lips as she remembers how Jaxie had had to look up the word on Urban Dictionary before she could be properly offended by it.
“Wait, what?” she jerks back to attention, realizing that Jaxie had still been talking while she’d been giggling mentally.
“Diamond is a former champion and you’re a rookie piece of sh-crap. I mean, that’s how everyone else sees you. To them you’re a quick win and then it’s on to the next one. Someone who they actually care about fighting. Right now, you just need them to recognize that you’re someone they should pay attention to. Beating Diamond is a good way to get everyone else to sit up and take notice.”
Nero chewed at her bottom lip, “No pressure right?” she quipped, trying to calm the flutter of rabid butterflies gnawing each other’s wings off in her stomach.
“Move it, sister. You go do a fuc-shi-godda-ugh. Just go do some lunges and leave me alone.”
Her legs burned when she wobbled off of the leg press and finally quit peppering Jaxie with questions. Her older sister had done a stint in FGA before heading to Mexico to try her hand at some indie, luchadore promotions but she was currently knee deep in rehabbing a torn ACL… no pun intended. Okay, pun sort of intended… and it made her irritable.
Jaxie’s words tumbled around in her head, though, as she forced herself through a few sets of weighted lunges. She wanted everyone to sit up and take notice but what if she couldn’t make them? Or worse, what if she made them take notice in a bad way?
Maybe that absolute fear of embarrassment is what had kept her from trying this before. She was terrified of walking in all fresh faced and bright eyed and losing show after show after show until she became some kind of joke. She’d be the jobber to end all jobbers and people would laugh about facing her and ugh… she could feel her cheeks flaming just at the thought of it.
She had the training part down, she was in the best shape of her life… but still… mentally she was still scared. Mentally, she was still shaky and uncertain and she had no idea to get that confidence that people like Tony and Mr. Bwandon and Felly Welly seemed to have. People that she admired and looked up to but she had no idea how to emulate.
Nero jammed the earbuds back into her ears and changed her Spotify playlist, blasting “1Hunnit” by K CAMP while she tried closing her eyes and visualizing walking out onto the stage like Dom Harter. That kind of cocky self-assuredness that said he knew that he had better than decent chance of winning the match.
Jaxie eyed her little sister from across the wide open gym, a frown tugging her lips. Technically, the kid was sound. She had the kind of speed that made people sit up and take notice and her kicks were alway sure and steady. They always found their mark. The problem was, she had no confidence in herself… the mental side of it was one of those things that you either had or you didn’t and Jaxie couldn’t help but worry that Nero just… didn’t have it.
Silence, only the sound of metal on metal as the weighted plates shift up and then come back together with a clank. Then…
“BOOOOOOOM CLAP THE SOUND OF MY HEAAAAAART THE BEAT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ONNNNNNNN!!”
Jaxie Darling groaned in frustration, pushing herself to her feet and plodding across the mat to the leg press. Nero’s bright blue hair was wrangled into a messy ponytail at the top of her head and a pair of earbuds were firmly pressed into her ears. She was wailing the lyrics at the top of her lungs… apparently the only lyrics from that particular song that she knew.
The older Darling reached down and snatched the headphones out of her sister’s ears. “If you love me at all, you will effing stop.”
Nero blinked up at her, wrinkling her nose before she snatched the earbuds back. She’d started training with Jaxie again, mostly because her training wasn’t as strictly regimented as most athletes. Hers was at odd hours and dependent on when she could sneak away from the twins for a few hours. It was worth it though, she told herself. She had to believe that because otherwise she couldn’t justify the time she spent away from them but she couldn’t give up this crazy dream she’d had since being a kid either.
It had finally clicked one day when Gracie had asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up and she realized that she wasn’t doing either of them any favors but not showing them that their mother achieved something. She didn’t ever want them to grow up thinking that those dreams that lived in your heart weren’t worth it. That they should be shoved to the side.
“I don’t get it,” she said, finally. After one last rep, she pushed away from the leg press and sat up. “Maybe I should get it though and now I just feel stupid.”
Sighing, Jaxie sat down cross legged from her to stretch. “Get what?”
“Why I have to fight Mr. Danny just because we were a tag team and we lost. We don’t not like each other… or at least, I don’t not like him but he might not like me? Is that how this works?” the younger girl scrunched her nose, genuine confusion etching across her features.
“That’s… no. No, Nero. It has nothing to do with either of you liking or not liking each other. It’s about ratings and money. You guys were a tag team and you lost so now you’re facing each other and the fans can kind of… interject from there. They make up a story in their heads that you guys dislike each other and it puts asses in seats.”
“Ohhhh…” Nero nodded, chewing her bottom lip. She’d thought she knew a lot about the business but the deeper she got in something beyond the backstage, administrative work she’d done for Hard Knox Wrestling and her training in KWI, the more she felt like she was lost at sea. There were so many ins and outs that she wasn’t sure she could keep up with them all.
“And if you beat him, that’ll be fuc--effing amazing for you,” she caught herself at the last minute. After Lil T had told her that he wanted some fucking applesauce for breakfast, Nero had to calmly and sweetly tell Jaxie that if she kept cursing, especially around the kids, Nero would have to murk her.
A smirk crosses Nero’s lips as she remembers how Jaxie had had to look up the word on Urban Dictionary before she could be properly offended by it.
“Wait, what?” she jerks back to attention, realizing that Jaxie had still been talking while she’d been giggling mentally.
“Diamond is a former champion and you’re a rookie piece of sh-crap. I mean, that’s how everyone else sees you. To them you’re a quick win and then it’s on to the next one. Someone who they actually care about fighting. Right now, you just need them to recognize that you’re someone they should pay attention to. Beating Diamond is a good way to get everyone else to sit up and take notice.”
Nero chewed at her bottom lip, “No pressure right?” she quipped, trying to calm the flutter of rabid butterflies gnawing each other’s wings off in her stomach.
“Move it, sister. You go do a fuc-shi-godda-ugh. Just go do some lunges and leave me alone.”
Her legs burned when she wobbled off of the leg press and finally quit peppering Jaxie with questions. Her older sister had done a stint in FGA before heading to Mexico to try her hand at some indie, luchadore promotions but she was currently knee deep in rehabbing a torn ACL… no pun intended. Okay, pun sort of intended… and it made her irritable.
Jaxie’s words tumbled around in her head, though, as she forced herself through a few sets of weighted lunges. She wanted everyone to sit up and take notice but what if she couldn’t make them? Or worse, what if she made them take notice in a bad way?
Maybe that absolute fear of embarrassment is what had kept her from trying this before. She was terrified of walking in all fresh faced and bright eyed and losing show after show after show until she became some kind of joke. She’d be the jobber to end all jobbers and people would laugh about facing her and ugh… she could feel her cheeks flaming just at the thought of it.
She had the training part down, she was in the best shape of her life… but still… mentally she was still scared. Mentally, she was still shaky and uncertain and she had no idea to get that confidence that people like Tony and Mr. Bwandon and Felly Welly seemed to have. People that she admired and looked up to but she had no idea how to emulate.
Nero jammed the earbuds back into her ears and changed her Spotify playlist, blasting “1Hunnit” by K CAMP while she tried closing her eyes and visualizing walking out onto the stage like Dom Harter. That kind of cocky self-assuredness that said he knew that he had better than decent chance of winning the match.
Jaxie eyed her little sister from across the wide open gym, a frown tugging her lips. Technically, the kid was sound. She had the kind of speed that made people sit up and take notice and her kicks were alway sure and steady. They always found their mark. The problem was, she had no confidence in herself… the mental side of it was one of those things that you either had or you didn’t and Jaxie couldn’t help but worry that Nero just… didn’t have it.