12,8.16 1400 Hours [RCR Night 2; 797 words]
Dec 8, 2016 19:20:54 GMT -5
Post by sasso on Dec 8, 2016 19:20:54 GMT -5
Sighing, Amanda Johnson glances at a note she holds reading: "Meet me here," along with an attached dry cleaning ticket. She enters the dry cleaner's that she stood in front of. After glancing around, searching for the enigmatic Gabi Beltran, she stepped forward into the line. The 3GW cameras captured her using the ticket to pick up the dry cleaning from an elderly Asian man working the counter. On a few occasions she looked behind him as if Beltran would pop out of the conveyor system. Finally, she completed the check out and exited the store with no subject -- just someone else's dry cleaning. Her professionalism feeling tested as she stood on the sidewalk, she finally peered inside the protective plastic which covered the laundry, asking -- even though she knew it defied all logic and physics-- "Are you in here Gabi? I know you're hiding around here somewhere, because you're squirrely and insist on ..."
She was cut off mid-thought, an arm snaking out from behind, snatching the dry cleaning from her. Amanda whirled around, seeing nobody, before jumping a mile as a voice behind her deadpanned, "Sweet, you got my laundry." Spinning back around, Johnson came face to face with Gabi Beltran, who was holding the dry cleaning order. The 3GW wrestler continued, "Been busy ... training for this rumble, wasn't gonna have time to do this interview thing or whatever unless someone took care of that for me, the lines there suck." A pause lingers and she quirks a brow, "Were you talking to my clothes?"
Somewhat indignantly, Johnson replied, "... No!?"
"Yeah, I think you were," A rare chuckle escapes the stoic Beltran, "You're kind of a freak Mandi, but you're okay in my book, you did me a solid."
"Oh, thanks I think," Amanda starts walking down the sidewalk as she attempts to get Gabi on track, "Speaking of the Rumble, you have to feel pretty good heading into it with some momentum after knocking off a vet with Championship experience in the industry like Jenny Knite."
"Nah, I think that whole momentum thing is stupid. I feel good, but not because of that. That momentum deal is just something announcers say to create narratives; make every match seem important. Unless you're a total head case, your last fight isn't going to effect your next one. Of course we do have a lot of sketchy types around this place --" Her eyes narrow as her voice starts to trail off.
"Yeah, I guess some wrestlers are pretty out of their minds." The interviewer replies, locking her gaze on Gabi for the duration of the statement.
"-- But a fight's a fight, I don't need any stories made up to get up for it. Especially one like this, where it's a free for all, violence with 20 people looking to eliminate each other. It's not gonna be about who wants it most, who's the favorite, who has momentum, or even who has the longest resume -- sometimes it's the person who you don't see coming that you have to look out for."
"You can say that again." Amanda mumbles under her breath.
"it's gonna be about can you fight, can you survive, can you have eyes on the back of your head and can you keep concentration for a long time no matter how crazy it gets or how much is going on around you. Pretty sure that fits me perfectly, " She shrugs, "Either way, I hope I get to enter this first."
A brow gets arched in her direction, "Why would you want to do that?"
"Duh, won't get to everyone in the match otherwise. Why would I not want to kick as many asses as possible and scout who's on the up and up while I'm at it. This is kind of what I live for, I'm so fucking pumped." She states, expression unchanging.
Still baffled, Johnson contines to question her, "And the opportunity to become the first Paramount Champion?"
"Sweet, whoever wins that's gonna have a huge target on their back. I live every day like that, bring it."
"Well alright, this has been quite insightful, thanks for your time."
"Yeah, no big, I feel like we've gotten pretty tight," Without warning, she grabs Amanda by the arm, pulls her close and whispers in her ear, "By the way, I wouldn't go to that dry cleaners again; pretty sure it's a front for Nakajima. Expecting the tests on the change I got from there to show trace Peruvian Marching Powder ..." Apparently deciding that was an appropriate note to sign off on, she releases her grip and Amanda winces, rubbing her arm where Beltran held it -- when she looks up Gabi has disappeared out of sight.
Fin.
She was cut off mid-thought, an arm snaking out from behind, snatching the dry cleaning from her. Amanda whirled around, seeing nobody, before jumping a mile as a voice behind her deadpanned, "Sweet, you got my laundry." Spinning back around, Johnson came face to face with Gabi Beltran, who was holding the dry cleaning order. The 3GW wrestler continued, "Been busy ... training for this rumble, wasn't gonna have time to do this interview thing or whatever unless someone took care of that for me, the lines there suck." A pause lingers and she quirks a brow, "Were you talking to my clothes?"
Somewhat indignantly, Johnson replied, "... No!?"
"Yeah, I think you were," A rare chuckle escapes the stoic Beltran, "You're kind of a freak Mandi, but you're okay in my book, you did me a solid."
"Oh, thanks I think," Amanda starts walking down the sidewalk as she attempts to get Gabi on track, "Speaking of the Rumble, you have to feel pretty good heading into it with some momentum after knocking off a vet with Championship experience in the industry like Jenny Knite."
"Nah, I think that whole momentum thing is stupid. I feel good, but not because of that. That momentum deal is just something announcers say to create narratives; make every match seem important. Unless you're a total head case, your last fight isn't going to effect your next one. Of course we do have a lot of sketchy types around this place --" Her eyes narrow as her voice starts to trail off.
"Yeah, I guess some wrestlers are pretty out of their minds." The interviewer replies, locking her gaze on Gabi for the duration of the statement.
"-- But a fight's a fight, I don't need any stories made up to get up for it. Especially one like this, where it's a free for all, violence with 20 people looking to eliminate each other. It's not gonna be about who wants it most, who's the favorite, who has momentum, or even who has the longest resume -- sometimes it's the person who you don't see coming that you have to look out for."
"You can say that again." Amanda mumbles under her breath.
"it's gonna be about can you fight, can you survive, can you have eyes on the back of your head and can you keep concentration for a long time no matter how crazy it gets or how much is going on around you. Pretty sure that fits me perfectly, " She shrugs, "Either way, I hope I get to enter this first."
A brow gets arched in her direction, "Why would you want to do that?"
"Duh, won't get to everyone in the match otherwise. Why would I not want to kick as many asses as possible and scout who's on the up and up while I'm at it. This is kind of what I live for, I'm so fucking pumped." She states, expression unchanging.
Still baffled, Johnson contines to question her, "And the opportunity to become the first Paramount Champion?"
"Sweet, whoever wins that's gonna have a huge target on their back. I live every day like that, bring it."
"Well alright, this has been quite insightful, thanks for your time."
"Yeah, no big, I feel like we've gotten pretty tight," Without warning, she grabs Amanda by the arm, pulls her close and whispers in her ear, "By the way, I wouldn't go to that dry cleaners again; pretty sure it's a front for Nakajima. Expecting the tests on the change I got from there to show trace Peruvian Marching Powder ..." Apparently deciding that was an appropriate note to sign off on, she releases her grip and Amanda winces, rubbing her arm where Beltran held it -- when she looks up Gabi has disappeared out of sight.
Fin.