Trust in Your Heart
Oct 27, 2016 19:45:07 GMT -5
Post by Noelle Smith on Oct 27, 2016 19:45:07 GMT -5
So much to think about. Back on the 16th, just before the ‘big announcement’ about what the powers that be were going to do to handle Zero McHannon’s walking out with the big belt, Noelle had Tweeted that. She’d meant something else entirely, because her time was so neatly divided anymore that she rarely actually had the time to think at all. Every day she would take the trip to the Bronx, and the usual riders of the 6 train had gotten so used to her that when she’d taken off two days for Jenny Knite’s birthday they’d been worried about her. People thought that New Yorkers were all cold, distant people but Noelle knew that just wasn’t true. They were cautious, good God almighty were they cautious, but once they embraced you and knew you they were some of the warmest and most protective people around. She’d never felt so much at home in any other city, they’d taken her in and she’d felt that inner ‘click’ that she’d always longed for and so very rarely actually found.
She belonged here. She felt more than that, she felt blessed. She made a mental note, to send something nice to Kucci for his telling her about the gym, told her who to talk to and why.
Noelle was on the return trip, back to the sanctuary of her own space and even that made her remember the chain of events that led to her moving in. She’d needed somewhere safe, somewhere that she could recover from what her own blood kin had put her through. To sort it all out, alone and without the worries of certain crazy folk knowing where she was 24/7. Dealing with them on Twitter was as always whatever. Words typed back and forth over the ether that meant absolutely nothing at the end of it. There were an extremely limited number of people on her timeline that meant everything to her, and they knew who they were. She was humming as she took the stairs up to number three, and as always she marveled at how beautiful the place Star had helped her find was. Everything was beautiful, everything was exactly how she would have asked it to be, as if the decorator had chosen after a peek into her unconscious mind. For a moment she was surprised that her beloved Corgi puppy wasn’t immediately barking and dancing around her feet - Sir Maxwell of the Ninth Dimension was the name she’d put on his official papers, courtesy of Artemis Kaiser’s suggestion. He usually answered to Maxie or ‘who’s a good boy’ though, and he really was.
Noelle’s voice was soft, she didn’t want to startle him if he was napping. “Here pupper…” a soft click of her tongue against the back of her teeth. “Where are you sweetie?”
She put her gym bag down, feeling a bit of relief as she heard the click of his trimmed nails, and rolled her eyes at herself. Patterns, expectations, routine. She thrived on those things, those conditions in her life. It was something she knew about herself, and tried very hard to turn it into something that was an advantage. For the most part she was successful, because that made it easy for her to ‘do the work’ as it were. She felt better going to the gym and busting her ass because it was something she did, every day at a certain time. The downside of this desire for order was as always ‘what if’. She liked control, she liked order - for the most part. But recently she had learned the value of chaos, of spontaneity, of whim. Plopping down on the floor she took off her shoes and socks, setting them in the little area she kept by the door and relaxing against the wall for a moment. While she sat there and just breathed in the relaxing calm of her home space her tired body enjoying just sitting still for a moment, her brain kicked in and started supplying details that she hadn’t realized she’d even noticed. Nostrils flared as she caught a very singular scent of cologne over the smell of the peppermint candles and the gentle cruelty-free shampoo she used on Maxie, her tired gaze fixed on the hook she kept his leash on - the leash was curled up on one of the chairs that sat next to the pass-through bar for the kitchen and she knew she hadn’t left it there.No wonder he didn’t glom me the moment I came in the door.
Feeling a little surge of adrenaline, she quickly rose to her feet and padded in bare feet towards the bedroom, her voice lifting in pleased surprise as she vanished out of view.
[Online Blog: Noelleicious.com]
Still With Me
Hello FGA Fans
I’ve gotten your emails and Tweets, and had some message board postings passed on, and thank you for the support. I even want to thank the ones that were a little less than supportive, as evidenced by the one I got to read off on Jimmy Kimmel’s show, though it wasn’t quite as mean as I expected. There’s a little love even behind the shade!
I see the concern, people. Worried that ‘certain influences’ are going to turn my head. Worried that I’m going to get hurt again. Worried, worried, worried. That’s kind of you all, but the things I am doing need to be done. When we don’t look up, look around, and listen to people that matter? Why bother? I know that I can’t stay still, stay static, stay in place. I have to keep going forward, and I’ve said it time and again.
What’s more? I’m showing it.
#MuchLove
Noelle
=[on cam]=
October 27 2016
The sound of a door opening and then closing firmly is heard, then the light tap of high heels for a couple of paces, a low pair of murmurs, male and female. Somewhere in another room a single sharp bark, then a click followed by the programmed melody that told the listener a TV had been turned on. After that the camera panned away from the clean white wall it had been pointed at, to find Noelle Smith perched on a high legged bar stool type chair, long legs neaty folded, her bare toes flexing as the camera moved up to focus on her face and then back, taking her in. She watched it with a half smile for a few moments, her eyes closing halfway before she spoke.
“There’s comfort in routine. There’s something to be said, for things in their place, when and where we expect them to be. Humans as a whole like order. They like to define things with little labels, put them away in neat little boxes, all tidy and clean. They take something as fluid as time and divide that up too. Years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes… right down to the seconds. Us wrestlers? We love a bit of that, love telling each other ‘all it takes to beat you is three seconds’. Those three seconds can be the sweetest or most agonizing little things ever, depending on which end of them you are. Promise you that. But trying to impose order on everything doesn’t erase the truth. Life is change. It’s glorious, chaotic and messy. We like to point at results of effort and say ‘I knew I’d get there’ and act like it was inevitable, but was it really? Or was it just a combination of things that made us think we had control of that change? These are the things I wonder while I’m in the gym, letting my body do what needs done. I can be sweating up a storm and in that sweet spot, and yet my brain is still going a mile a minute.” A gentle shrug, her hands lifting to about the level of her breasts before dropping to her lap.
“Sometimes though, we fight a little too hard for that pretend order and we forget that some of life’s best moments come when we embrace that chaos, embrace that change. That’s something that Izzy Anders has right. We can’t refuse to evolve, and being afraid of change is pretty much guaranteeing failure and decay. Who wants that? Really, I’m not kidding, who wants that because I don’t and they can have my share. I’m not the Noelle I was back in PDW, or before my sister tried to erase me and take my life for herself. How could I be? I may have been unimaginably naive more than once in my life - the proof is right there for anyone that wants to look up what happened at the contract signing before my shot at the Pride title while Tony held it. That was also just business, for those that still laugh at the beatdown I caught. Guess what? It’s wrestling and that sort of thing is pretty much par for the course. We all have that one person we’re going to trust even if everyone tells us not to, right? Because we all like to think we know better, at the end of the day, than the people who are trying to warn us. We don’t listen because we don’t want to listen.” Noelle looked down at her hands, shaking her head, soft curls bouncing. “I’m done ignoring what’s there to be seen, and I’m listening now as hard as I can. My eyes, my ears, but most importantly my mind are open.” She lifted a hand, running it through her loose, ringleted curls, the overhead light glinting off the mirror shine of her manicure.
“So in this little lottery - Shirley Jackson front and center please? The front office ran our names through an electronic hat trick - I’m guessing really, for all I know the CEO wrote our names on paper slips and ball them up and ate them after picking them out of an actual hat...but anyway. Most of us? Well we got what we got. People we don’t know well in the ring, or at least well enough to actually count them as partner material. Some? Luckier than others. I’m counting myself in that group, because like him or not? Johnny Karma is one of those guys who is tougher than nails, and he’s proved it over and over. He’s like those old Timex commercials from way back in the day, he can take a licking and keep on ticking or something like that.” Noelle tipped her head slightly, her eyes narrowing. “He’s that never-say-die kind of wrestler. Even when he knows he’s not supposed to have a chance, he tries anyway. Someone’s whole crew might come at him and he’d just tell them to bring it and attempt to whip as much ass as he could before the ‘inevitable’ happens. Except sometimes for guys like him? That inevitable doesn’t happen and he ends up amazing everyone.” Noelle looked up, remembering something obviously before she turned her gaze more fully at the camera.
“I remember how Johnny Karma was when I first came to Frontier Grappling Arts. Things were a whole lot different then, but that’s everything.” Noe paused, the tip of her tongue darting to wet her lips. “I’m not sure when that Johnny Karma’s veneer of perfection and aura of infallibility cracked. That’s not an insult, because you know the old saying too about having to break some eggs to make an omelet. But back to it, he went seemingly overnight from the Golden Boy to something a whole lot less focused, less intimidating, just less. I don’t think that was what he intended, and that’s still not an insult. If you don’t know how to fall and get back up? You’ve got no damn business in a wrestling ring. Nobody wins forever, and every one of us has that one person that it seems like no matter what, we’ll never be able to conquer. That they’ve got that one step ahead of us that we need to trip them up on before it’s our turn to shine.” She mused a little, pushing off the chair and then she started to pace, neat little steps back and forth.
“All these little neat things I’m saying, really… they’re just soundbites. The bloggers, those guys that run the little ‘fan dedicated’ web pages, the sports radio guys? They love those. They eat them up like candy. Most of us oblige them even if we say we don’t care. Least to best, we all have something to say, to and about each other. It’s a shame though, because really to me all that matters is the match. Well, in this case? Hopefully the matches. Spare me the quips though, I know going into this how people feel. It’s just like when I faced Johnny Cannon, no one believed that I was going to beat him, but I didn’t let that stop me from getting my ass in that ring and showing him I have more fight in me than he gave me credit for. I refuse to call myself an underdog, because I’m not. Not even once.” She stops her pacing and looks up at the ceiling, contemplating her words.
“I get called a lot of names, I’m sure you’ve seen it. A lot of them from people whom you’d think would know better, but they wanna run around being childish little bitches rather than remember what we’re actually here for anyway. Be real, for once in your damn lives, will you? Calling me a groupie or worse isn’t going to suddenly make you less pathetic, less creepy, less crazy, less airheaded, less anything that you are less than everyone else at. I don’t mind you talking shit because at the end of the day none of it’s true, and none of it is going to make me hit you less hard when I finally get my hands on you. Because what you seem to have forgotten is that once I hit my stride? I can beat people that wish I couldn’t do it. Done it, will do it again, trust me. I know this doesn’t happen overnight, because I’m not stupid. I came back from something a lot of people couldn’t have, I fought to be here and I’m going to keep fighting and that’s how it is. No matter what, I am going to be here until the doors close, whether that happens because Izzy Anders burns the place to the ground or we get bought out, whatever.
That part doesn’t matter as much as the part where I’m not leaving. FGA is my home, I’ve bled here and shed tears, and left as much sweat in that ring as anyone else. And I can hear you out there going ‘but Noe, if it’s home why are you letting Izzy say those things?’ Because Izzy? Has a point. She’s got fire in her, and philosophy, and she might just be right about a lot of things.” Noelle sighed softly, giving the camera another look.
“Everyone wants change, but nobody seems to want to change. There’s another soundbite for you.” She moved to stand behind the chair, her arms folding across the top as she bent to rest her chin on them.
“I was wrong though, when I said nobody thinks I can do this. Jenny Knite? She believes in me, and that means something to me. Sorry, Jenny. Got on a roll. Everyone else can think that I can’t, to make up for it. Johnny Karma? I think that he believes that together we can do the thing, that we can take down Dan Herrera and Cordy Stevenson, who happen to be the FGA Tag Team Champions. For me it’s a little less simple than to say I believe we can, too. Dan and Cordy, no matter what anyone else has said about them, to them, whatever… they’ve already proven they know what they’re doing as a team. They have time and again shown what they can do together, a like-minded unit, every inch champions. They earned that special status, as a real team and that can’t be underestimated in this first round, not one little bit.” Noelle took a deep breath.
“Too bad though that this thing doesn’t end in the first round. If… and I mean this with all my heart - if you do manage to get past Karma and I? Then you get to face each other and we all know what’s going to happen if that’s the case. No matter what either of you say? You know it too. Dan’s a long time company guy, he’s a vet, for real. He knew and forgot more than most of us are ever going to know about wrestling. Cordy? Her very name (when she isn’t getting called worse things than I get called) is pretty much always right there when people talk about the cream, the top, the people that are super tough to beat. That’s nothing to be sneezed at either. Yet. Yet no matter how good you both are individually, as a team that’s currently holding some very shiny gold of your own? You’ve both got the same problems that Karma and I have had too, when it comes to stuff that really matters to us. You’ve both had success, more than I have for sure. But as a team? You’ve got a serious expiration date stamp on you, and Dan knows this. No matter how much heart a man has, there comes a time where the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, and I say that with every ounce of respect the man has earned. Cordy? I’m not going to insult you, because I know you’ve fought just as hard to get back here after you got injured as I did, and that deserves respect too, even if no one else says so.” Noelle closes her eyes, before she continues to speak.
“So say, Zee? Sorry, Zero since I know Zee drives you up a fucking wall… thank you. No one else is going to say that either, but if you hadn’t walked out on the company we wouldn’t be here right now, trying to fill that void, right? You say that we all lack the passion, the conviction, the desire. That you have and could run through all of us, and that’s fine, you keep thinking that when your next opponent opens your neck like a Pez dispenser for flapping your lips so much about her. But still, thank you. Some of us want this harder than you’d ever believe we could...harder than we ever believed we could. And some of us are going to do anything, everything it takes for this win because what do we really have to lose?”
She opens her eyes and blinks, focusing on the camera. “Really, what do we have to lose? Why not bring it all, every little bit. I want to win this match, Dan, Cordy. I really do because if that happens? I get something I want more than you could imagine. I get to face Johnny Karma.” She straightened up, gives the camera a tight nod, and then walks away with a sway of her hips before the camera clicks off.
=[off cam]=
October 27 2016
She stood there wearing a silk sheet, wrapped around the front of her and pinned to her side with her bicep, though the top edge had worked free, peeling away from the warm toned skin of her back as she stood at the side of her bed, her voice soft as she spoke so not to wake the pup that was curled up in a very fluffy doggy bed at the foot of it. “It’s the nerves, I think. I just let my mouth run off with me, but… part of me doesn’t care. It’s like a weight lifted off me after. Do you ever remember feeling that way?” She paused, listening for a moment before she nodded and took in a deep breath.
“You’re right, really. I just keep running it all around in my head, and I know I’ll get it all out by the time it matters. You’ve taught me how to let it go, I just need to do it faster.” Her voice got softer as she suddenly giggled, obviously pulled forward towards the bed by her wrist.
“I know, I know. Trust in your heart.”
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Any character who appears in this RP does so with full permission.
She belonged here. She felt more than that, she felt blessed. She made a mental note, to send something nice to Kucci for his telling her about the gym, told her who to talk to and why.
Noelle was on the return trip, back to the sanctuary of her own space and even that made her remember the chain of events that led to her moving in. She’d needed somewhere safe, somewhere that she could recover from what her own blood kin had put her through. To sort it all out, alone and without the worries of certain crazy folk knowing where she was 24/7. Dealing with them on Twitter was as always whatever. Words typed back and forth over the ether that meant absolutely nothing at the end of it. There were an extremely limited number of people on her timeline that meant everything to her, and they knew who they were. She was humming as she took the stairs up to number three, and as always she marveled at how beautiful the place Star had helped her find was. Everything was beautiful, everything was exactly how she would have asked it to be, as if the decorator had chosen after a peek into her unconscious mind. For a moment she was surprised that her beloved Corgi puppy wasn’t immediately barking and dancing around her feet - Sir Maxwell of the Ninth Dimension was the name she’d put on his official papers, courtesy of Artemis Kaiser’s suggestion. He usually answered to Maxie or ‘who’s a good boy’ though, and he really was.
Noelle’s voice was soft, she didn’t want to startle him if he was napping. “Here pupper…” a soft click of her tongue against the back of her teeth. “Where are you sweetie?”
She put her gym bag down, feeling a bit of relief as she heard the click of his trimmed nails, and rolled her eyes at herself. Patterns, expectations, routine. She thrived on those things, those conditions in her life. It was something she knew about herself, and tried very hard to turn it into something that was an advantage. For the most part she was successful, because that made it easy for her to ‘do the work’ as it were. She felt better going to the gym and busting her ass because it was something she did, every day at a certain time. The downside of this desire for order was as always ‘what if’. She liked control, she liked order - for the most part. But recently she had learned the value of chaos, of spontaneity, of whim. Plopping down on the floor she took off her shoes and socks, setting them in the little area she kept by the door and relaxing against the wall for a moment. While she sat there and just breathed in the relaxing calm of her home space her tired body enjoying just sitting still for a moment, her brain kicked in and started supplying details that she hadn’t realized she’d even noticed. Nostrils flared as she caught a very singular scent of cologne over the smell of the peppermint candles and the gentle cruelty-free shampoo she used on Maxie, her tired gaze fixed on the hook she kept his leash on - the leash was curled up on one of the chairs that sat next to the pass-through bar for the kitchen and she knew she hadn’t left it there.No wonder he didn’t glom me the moment I came in the door.
Feeling a little surge of adrenaline, she quickly rose to her feet and padded in bare feet towards the bedroom, her voice lifting in pleased surprise as she vanished out of view.
[Online Blog: Noelleicious.com]
Still With Me
Hello FGA Fans
I’ve gotten your emails and Tweets, and had some message board postings passed on, and thank you for the support. I even want to thank the ones that were a little less than supportive, as evidenced by the one I got to read off on Jimmy Kimmel’s show, though it wasn’t quite as mean as I expected. There’s a little love even behind the shade!
I see the concern, people. Worried that ‘certain influences’ are going to turn my head. Worried that I’m going to get hurt again. Worried, worried, worried. That’s kind of you all, but the things I am doing need to be done. When we don’t look up, look around, and listen to people that matter? Why bother? I know that I can’t stay still, stay static, stay in place. I have to keep going forward, and I’ve said it time and again.
What’s more? I’m showing it.
#MuchLove
Noelle
=[on cam]=
October 27 2016
The sound of a door opening and then closing firmly is heard, then the light tap of high heels for a couple of paces, a low pair of murmurs, male and female. Somewhere in another room a single sharp bark, then a click followed by the programmed melody that told the listener a TV had been turned on. After that the camera panned away from the clean white wall it had been pointed at, to find Noelle Smith perched on a high legged bar stool type chair, long legs neaty folded, her bare toes flexing as the camera moved up to focus on her face and then back, taking her in. She watched it with a half smile for a few moments, her eyes closing halfway before she spoke.
“There’s comfort in routine. There’s something to be said, for things in their place, when and where we expect them to be. Humans as a whole like order. They like to define things with little labels, put them away in neat little boxes, all tidy and clean. They take something as fluid as time and divide that up too. Years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes… right down to the seconds. Us wrestlers? We love a bit of that, love telling each other ‘all it takes to beat you is three seconds’. Those three seconds can be the sweetest or most agonizing little things ever, depending on which end of them you are. Promise you that. But trying to impose order on everything doesn’t erase the truth. Life is change. It’s glorious, chaotic and messy. We like to point at results of effort and say ‘I knew I’d get there’ and act like it was inevitable, but was it really? Or was it just a combination of things that made us think we had control of that change? These are the things I wonder while I’m in the gym, letting my body do what needs done. I can be sweating up a storm and in that sweet spot, and yet my brain is still going a mile a minute.” A gentle shrug, her hands lifting to about the level of her breasts before dropping to her lap.
“Sometimes though, we fight a little too hard for that pretend order and we forget that some of life’s best moments come when we embrace that chaos, embrace that change. That’s something that Izzy Anders has right. We can’t refuse to evolve, and being afraid of change is pretty much guaranteeing failure and decay. Who wants that? Really, I’m not kidding, who wants that because I don’t and they can have my share. I’m not the Noelle I was back in PDW, or before my sister tried to erase me and take my life for herself. How could I be? I may have been unimaginably naive more than once in my life - the proof is right there for anyone that wants to look up what happened at the contract signing before my shot at the Pride title while Tony held it. That was also just business, for those that still laugh at the beatdown I caught. Guess what? It’s wrestling and that sort of thing is pretty much par for the course. We all have that one person we’re going to trust even if everyone tells us not to, right? Because we all like to think we know better, at the end of the day, than the people who are trying to warn us. We don’t listen because we don’t want to listen.” Noelle looked down at her hands, shaking her head, soft curls bouncing. “I’m done ignoring what’s there to be seen, and I’m listening now as hard as I can. My eyes, my ears, but most importantly my mind are open.” She lifted a hand, running it through her loose, ringleted curls, the overhead light glinting off the mirror shine of her manicure.
“So in this little lottery - Shirley Jackson front and center please? The front office ran our names through an electronic hat trick - I’m guessing really, for all I know the CEO wrote our names on paper slips and ball them up and ate them after picking them out of an actual hat...but anyway. Most of us? Well we got what we got. People we don’t know well in the ring, or at least well enough to actually count them as partner material. Some? Luckier than others. I’m counting myself in that group, because like him or not? Johnny Karma is one of those guys who is tougher than nails, and he’s proved it over and over. He’s like those old Timex commercials from way back in the day, he can take a licking and keep on ticking or something like that.” Noelle tipped her head slightly, her eyes narrowing. “He’s that never-say-die kind of wrestler. Even when he knows he’s not supposed to have a chance, he tries anyway. Someone’s whole crew might come at him and he’d just tell them to bring it and attempt to whip as much ass as he could before the ‘inevitable’ happens. Except sometimes for guys like him? That inevitable doesn’t happen and he ends up amazing everyone.” Noelle looked up, remembering something obviously before she turned her gaze more fully at the camera.
“I remember how Johnny Karma was when I first came to Frontier Grappling Arts. Things were a whole lot different then, but that’s everything.” Noe paused, the tip of her tongue darting to wet her lips. “I’m not sure when that Johnny Karma’s veneer of perfection and aura of infallibility cracked. That’s not an insult, because you know the old saying too about having to break some eggs to make an omelet. But back to it, he went seemingly overnight from the Golden Boy to something a whole lot less focused, less intimidating, just less. I don’t think that was what he intended, and that’s still not an insult. If you don’t know how to fall and get back up? You’ve got no damn business in a wrestling ring. Nobody wins forever, and every one of us has that one person that it seems like no matter what, we’ll never be able to conquer. That they’ve got that one step ahead of us that we need to trip them up on before it’s our turn to shine.” She mused a little, pushing off the chair and then she started to pace, neat little steps back and forth.
“All these little neat things I’m saying, really… they’re just soundbites. The bloggers, those guys that run the little ‘fan dedicated’ web pages, the sports radio guys? They love those. They eat them up like candy. Most of us oblige them even if we say we don’t care. Least to best, we all have something to say, to and about each other. It’s a shame though, because really to me all that matters is the match. Well, in this case? Hopefully the matches. Spare me the quips though, I know going into this how people feel. It’s just like when I faced Johnny Cannon, no one believed that I was going to beat him, but I didn’t let that stop me from getting my ass in that ring and showing him I have more fight in me than he gave me credit for. I refuse to call myself an underdog, because I’m not. Not even once.” She stops her pacing and looks up at the ceiling, contemplating her words.
“I get called a lot of names, I’m sure you’ve seen it. A lot of them from people whom you’d think would know better, but they wanna run around being childish little bitches rather than remember what we’re actually here for anyway. Be real, for once in your damn lives, will you? Calling me a groupie or worse isn’t going to suddenly make you less pathetic, less creepy, less crazy, less airheaded, less anything that you are less than everyone else at. I don’t mind you talking shit because at the end of the day none of it’s true, and none of it is going to make me hit you less hard when I finally get my hands on you. Because what you seem to have forgotten is that once I hit my stride? I can beat people that wish I couldn’t do it. Done it, will do it again, trust me. I know this doesn’t happen overnight, because I’m not stupid. I came back from something a lot of people couldn’t have, I fought to be here and I’m going to keep fighting and that’s how it is. No matter what, I am going to be here until the doors close, whether that happens because Izzy Anders burns the place to the ground or we get bought out, whatever.
That part doesn’t matter as much as the part where I’m not leaving. FGA is my home, I’ve bled here and shed tears, and left as much sweat in that ring as anyone else. And I can hear you out there going ‘but Noe, if it’s home why are you letting Izzy say those things?’ Because Izzy? Has a point. She’s got fire in her, and philosophy, and she might just be right about a lot of things.” Noelle sighed softly, giving the camera another look.
“Everyone wants change, but nobody seems to want to change. There’s another soundbite for you.” She moved to stand behind the chair, her arms folding across the top as she bent to rest her chin on them.
“I was wrong though, when I said nobody thinks I can do this. Jenny Knite? She believes in me, and that means something to me. Sorry, Jenny. Got on a roll. Everyone else can think that I can’t, to make up for it. Johnny Karma? I think that he believes that together we can do the thing, that we can take down Dan Herrera and Cordy Stevenson, who happen to be the FGA Tag Team Champions. For me it’s a little less simple than to say I believe we can, too. Dan and Cordy, no matter what anyone else has said about them, to them, whatever… they’ve already proven they know what they’re doing as a team. They have time and again shown what they can do together, a like-minded unit, every inch champions. They earned that special status, as a real team and that can’t be underestimated in this first round, not one little bit.” Noelle took a deep breath.
“Too bad though that this thing doesn’t end in the first round. If… and I mean this with all my heart - if you do manage to get past Karma and I? Then you get to face each other and we all know what’s going to happen if that’s the case. No matter what either of you say? You know it too. Dan’s a long time company guy, he’s a vet, for real. He knew and forgot more than most of us are ever going to know about wrestling. Cordy? Her very name (when she isn’t getting called worse things than I get called) is pretty much always right there when people talk about the cream, the top, the people that are super tough to beat. That’s nothing to be sneezed at either. Yet. Yet no matter how good you both are individually, as a team that’s currently holding some very shiny gold of your own? You’ve both got the same problems that Karma and I have had too, when it comes to stuff that really matters to us. You’ve both had success, more than I have for sure. But as a team? You’ve got a serious expiration date stamp on you, and Dan knows this. No matter how much heart a man has, there comes a time where the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, and I say that with every ounce of respect the man has earned. Cordy? I’m not going to insult you, because I know you’ve fought just as hard to get back here after you got injured as I did, and that deserves respect too, even if no one else says so.” Noelle closes her eyes, before she continues to speak.
“So say, Zee? Sorry, Zero since I know Zee drives you up a fucking wall… thank you. No one else is going to say that either, but if you hadn’t walked out on the company we wouldn’t be here right now, trying to fill that void, right? You say that we all lack the passion, the conviction, the desire. That you have and could run through all of us, and that’s fine, you keep thinking that when your next opponent opens your neck like a Pez dispenser for flapping your lips so much about her. But still, thank you. Some of us want this harder than you’d ever believe we could...harder than we ever believed we could. And some of us are going to do anything, everything it takes for this win because what do we really have to lose?”
She opens her eyes and blinks, focusing on the camera. “Really, what do we have to lose? Why not bring it all, every little bit. I want to win this match, Dan, Cordy. I really do because if that happens? I get something I want more than you could imagine. I get to face Johnny Karma.” She straightened up, gives the camera a tight nod, and then walks away with a sway of her hips before the camera clicks off.
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October 27 2016
She stood there wearing a silk sheet, wrapped around the front of her and pinned to her side with her bicep, though the top edge had worked free, peeling away from the warm toned skin of her back as she stood at the side of her bed, her voice soft as she spoke so not to wake the pup that was curled up in a very fluffy doggy bed at the foot of it. “It’s the nerves, I think. I just let my mouth run off with me, but… part of me doesn’t care. It’s like a weight lifted off me after. Do you ever remember feeling that way?” She paused, listening for a moment before she nodded and took in a deep breath.
“You’re right, really. I just keep running it all around in my head, and I know I’ll get it all out by the time it matters. You’ve taught me how to let it go, I just need to do it faster.” Her voice got softer as she suddenly giggled, obviously pulled forward towards the bed by her wrist.
“I know, I know. Trust in your heart.”
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Any character who appears in this RP does so with full permission.