Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 10:03:33 GMT -5
Last Week.....
The general feel in the ring is tension.
A man, dressed in black basketball shorts and a grey t-shirt stands stoically. On the shirt are three blue letters. S P D. The letters representing the man’s career, the one that was stalled against his wishes. It was his anger that had led him to this place. Right now.
In front of him is a petite woman. She only stood about 5’6, not too short by american standards but still quite a few inches shorter than him. But it's not her petiteness that grabs attention or her vibrant red hair. It's not even that her last name is the same as Pride Pro’s General Manager.
No, this woman is none other than Violet Cooper-Ripley. LAW hall of famer and its inaugural Marquee champion. These days though, she spent most of her time training the future of the business at the Jet City Sports Lab. It allowed her to stay in the industry and still have time to be a mom.
Unfortunately, the man in front of her did not have the same awe and respect for the Ladies Wrestling icon. In fact, it appeared he had nothing but disdain for her.
He crosses his arms across his chest, a scowl crossing his attractive lips. Violet sighs heavily.
“Listen... Officer.” her hazel eyes roll skyward for a second, indicating that she wasn't meaning it to be anything but sarcastic. “You might have a gazillion degree blackbelt in kung fu but it's not the same as getting into a ring with some fucker who can kick your head right off your shoulders and display it like Ned Stark as a warning to other newbs.”
Her hands go to her hips, her body language now showing that this isn't their first argument... today or in the TWO days since starting to train.
The man, was Merrick J Henderson. Brother to Kinley Henderson who worked the reception desk at JCL. Not to mention had found herself accidently knocked up with triplets by fellow student, Kurtis Gordon.
(But this narrator digresses...)
“I didn't take Kung Fu, Cooper. It’s Krav Maga and jiu jitsu. Both very effective forms of self defense. Plus...” he holds up a finger, which only proves to irritate the fiery redhead more. “I was a wrestling champion in both high school AND College. I think I got this.”
The smug look on his face ignites Violet’s irritation to evolve into aggravation. She takes the few feet between them quickly so that she was looking up into his face.
“None of that is going to fucking matter. This isn't MMA. This isn't you taking down some drug dealer or petty thief. These are people who only care about two things.” she holds up two fingers for emphasis. “Winning championship gold, and inflicting as much physical damage as possible. It is an added bonus if they manage to get some emotional digs in there too. No one is going to take ‘high school’ wrestling as serious experience. You are a newb and newbs are lower than fleas.”
Merrick still appears unmoved by her words.
“I think I will be alright.”
Violet laughs again, “Cocky. Cocky guys make mistakes. Don’t be that guy...”
She trails off.
Merrick knew their tension had a little to do with their common link to Kurtis. Kurtis and Vi’s sister Heather shared a brief fling not long ago which had ended badly. Still, he thought Violet should be able to look past it, just as he had done with Kurtis.
“Look, Cooper. I am not a moron. I have watched wrestling shows before. I get what you mean but I don't need a babysitter. I will take my chances being myself.”
She shakes his her head. “You’ll learn. And I don't want to be your sitter but I take my job as a trainer very seriously. You get hurt out there and it looks bad on me and my reputation as a trainer. Despite me not wanting to take you on and you obviously having a problem being trained by a woman, you are now my responsibility. So shut your fat fucking mouth and hit me already.”
Merrick scowls more deeply, but he gets into a fighting stance, his left foot firm while his right slides back and rises up to the ball. He raises his fists up to his face. He moves in to attempt a quick jab only for Vi to nonchalantly move her head to the side. She smirks. He tries again, but still the redhead dodges without a sweat.
“Stop trying to hit me and fucking hit me Merry Brandybuck. Actually hit me!”
Merrick’s scowl temporarily breaks. “Did you just call me a hobbit?”
Violet shrugs. He punches again but this time she grabs his fist and within seconds she has him twisted over. “You see Merrick, right now I can do whatever I want to you.”
She starts twisting harder and he winces in pain. “I can walk you around like an obedient little puppy.” she paces the ring, pulling him along as he grunts. “All because you have issues hitting a woman and are easily distracted. We have to fix that.”
She lets go and he stumbles back, rubbing his arm.
“It is never about size. I have taken down 6’8 giants all because they got cocky. If someone has a obvious physical weakness, better believe they will have found something else to counter it with and it is not always going to be fair. In high school wrestling, it's all about rules. In professional wrestling there are no rules. They try to tell you there are but there really isn't any. You do anything to get a win. And I mean anything. Playing dirty is acceptable because there are just as many people willing to do the same.”
Merrick nods. She can tell that the point has been driven home now.
“Good lesson kid. Now, let's go down to the bag and you can show me what you got.”
She slaps his shoulder before sliding underneath the bottom rope and for the first time, Merrick felt confident about something in his life.
The general feel in the ring is tension.
A man, dressed in black basketball shorts and a grey t-shirt stands stoically. On the shirt are three blue letters. S P D. The letters representing the man’s career, the one that was stalled against his wishes. It was his anger that had led him to this place. Right now.
In front of him is a petite woman. She only stood about 5’6, not too short by american standards but still quite a few inches shorter than him. But it's not her petiteness that grabs attention or her vibrant red hair. It's not even that her last name is the same as Pride Pro’s General Manager.
No, this woman is none other than Violet Cooper-Ripley. LAW hall of famer and its inaugural Marquee champion. These days though, she spent most of her time training the future of the business at the Jet City Sports Lab. It allowed her to stay in the industry and still have time to be a mom.
Unfortunately, the man in front of her did not have the same awe and respect for the Ladies Wrestling icon. In fact, it appeared he had nothing but disdain for her.
He crosses his arms across his chest, a scowl crossing his attractive lips. Violet sighs heavily.
“Listen... Officer.” her hazel eyes roll skyward for a second, indicating that she wasn't meaning it to be anything but sarcastic. “You might have a gazillion degree blackbelt in kung fu but it's not the same as getting into a ring with some fucker who can kick your head right off your shoulders and display it like Ned Stark as a warning to other newbs.”
Her hands go to her hips, her body language now showing that this isn't their first argument... today or in the TWO days since starting to train.
The man, was Merrick J Henderson. Brother to Kinley Henderson who worked the reception desk at JCL. Not to mention had found herself accidently knocked up with triplets by fellow student, Kurtis Gordon.
(But this narrator digresses...)
“I didn't take Kung Fu, Cooper. It’s Krav Maga and jiu jitsu. Both very effective forms of self defense. Plus...” he holds up a finger, which only proves to irritate the fiery redhead more. “I was a wrestling champion in both high school AND College. I think I got this.”
The smug look on his face ignites Violet’s irritation to evolve into aggravation. She takes the few feet between them quickly so that she was looking up into his face.
“None of that is going to fucking matter. This isn't MMA. This isn't you taking down some drug dealer or petty thief. These are people who only care about two things.” she holds up two fingers for emphasis. “Winning championship gold, and inflicting as much physical damage as possible. It is an added bonus if they manage to get some emotional digs in there too. No one is going to take ‘high school’ wrestling as serious experience. You are a newb and newbs are lower than fleas.”
Merrick still appears unmoved by her words.
“I think I will be alright.”
Violet laughs again, “Cocky. Cocky guys make mistakes. Don’t be that guy...”
She trails off.
Merrick knew their tension had a little to do with their common link to Kurtis. Kurtis and Vi’s sister Heather shared a brief fling not long ago which had ended badly. Still, he thought Violet should be able to look past it, just as he had done with Kurtis.
“Look, Cooper. I am not a moron. I have watched wrestling shows before. I get what you mean but I don't need a babysitter. I will take my chances being myself.”
She shakes his her head. “You’ll learn. And I don't want to be your sitter but I take my job as a trainer very seriously. You get hurt out there and it looks bad on me and my reputation as a trainer. Despite me not wanting to take you on and you obviously having a problem being trained by a woman, you are now my responsibility. So shut your fat fucking mouth and hit me already.”
Merrick scowls more deeply, but he gets into a fighting stance, his left foot firm while his right slides back and rises up to the ball. He raises his fists up to his face. He moves in to attempt a quick jab only for Vi to nonchalantly move her head to the side. She smirks. He tries again, but still the redhead dodges without a sweat.
“Stop trying to hit me and fucking hit me Merry Brandybuck. Actually hit me!”
Merrick’s scowl temporarily breaks. “Did you just call me a hobbit?”
Violet shrugs. He punches again but this time she grabs his fist and within seconds she has him twisted over. “You see Merrick, right now I can do whatever I want to you.”
She starts twisting harder and he winces in pain. “I can walk you around like an obedient little puppy.” she paces the ring, pulling him along as he grunts. “All because you have issues hitting a woman and are easily distracted. We have to fix that.”
She lets go and he stumbles back, rubbing his arm.
“It is never about size. I have taken down 6’8 giants all because they got cocky. If someone has a obvious physical weakness, better believe they will have found something else to counter it with and it is not always going to be fair. In high school wrestling, it's all about rules. In professional wrestling there are no rules. They try to tell you there are but there really isn't any. You do anything to get a win. And I mean anything. Playing dirty is acceptable because there are just as many people willing to do the same.”
Merrick nods. She can tell that the point has been driven home now.
“Good lesson kid. Now, let's go down to the bag and you can show me what you got.”
She slaps his shoulder before sliding underneath the bottom rope and for the first time, Merrick felt confident about something in his life.
