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Post by Josh Duncan on Aug 4, 2014 10:49:15 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 1:44:51 GMT -6
Lessons begins...
This is going to be my third debut in a matter of weeks. Three companies, three ways I want to make an impact.
I don't know much about my opponent. In fact I'm the type of person that respects those I face. I'm a firm believer that it's the person you face that truly makes you look good. If I win here in this match it will because I had someone to make my abilities out there believable.
Maybe that sounds naive.
To me it sounds like I think of it more like a partnership. Albeit a strange one I get that. It's not as though my opponent is going to come out here and say all this kinda stuff about me. In fact based on statistics... she'll probably run me down.
That's fine. I'm a big girl and I can handle it. I don't easily crack under pressure.
Savannah, from what I've read of your brief bio you like to fight hard and fast and much like me you just want to be respected. Now I'm not much of a street fighter. In fact I even prefer to avoid weapons whenever possible, except in certain circumstances.
I am hoping that you will give me a debut to remember. That when I get in the ring with you, that people are going to see not only two beautiful women but two accomplished fighters. Now maybe I don't have the accolades that you do. Obviously I'm new to the squared circle, no my accomplishments are that I have worked my ass off to be able to get into this sport. I purposely took my time to prefect my skills, to make sure that every move, every punch, every kick... all of it...I made sure that I have worked out all those kinks that come with being a newbie.
I have seen many people come through Olympia. Being trained by Thomas Fischer, by Jeremy even by Kahlan and Justin. They all did their 1-2 years, thought they were ready and then within six months are finding themselves dragging their feet back into Olympia ready to start over from scratch because they left the school way to early.
I am not one of these people.
Win or lose, no matter where I am six months from now I won't be heading back to Olympia for anything other than to visit what I consider my family. I have never been more ready for anything then to showcase what I've learned. To prove that Kahlan is a not only a great athlete herself by showing me what she knows but that she knows how to teach people to be great athletes. How to be legends.
So if you ask me what my ultimate goal is... it's to be in fact, A legend.
So when we face each other across that ring Savannah, I'm going to give you my best because you deserve to only face the best. I only hope that you'll pay me the same respect.
..::July 18, 2009::..
I could feel the sweat pooling between my shoulder blades. It was damn hot in the gym. Even hotter because the air conditioning was broken and while we were waiting for the repair to finish the gym was littered with varying fans of different sizes but none of them were good enough. It was like hell. And that was exactly what my opponent thought Olympia was.
His name was Terry Jordan. I remember clearly how bitter he was. How much he resented not only having to be in this ring with me, someone that was barely two years into their training but him... he was someone that had returned from a failed stint in the pros. Someone who had failed and with nothing else left to do, returned to the place of his training to try and improve himself but it was evident that he hated the Fischers and blamed them for his lack of success.
He was sweating just as hard as I was. He had his hair tied back into a long black pony tail and to be completely honest, he wasn't really that great to look at. I'm not a shallow person but I believe that someone has to at least be somewhat attractive to succeed in this business because first and foremost you have to sell them with your face and then you tell them why. If you can convince them to watch you with your face and your words that your skills only continue to sell. Terry Jordan hand none of these things.
Thomas had told me time and time again that cutting a promo before your match was an art form. It wasn't just taking time to cut off an opponent it was selling yourself. Like marketing a product. Terry Jordan got on a mic and all he could do was cut up other people to make himself feel better. He was no better than a bully with an outlet to express it. He started getting personal... too personal. It got him into too much politics and in so doing he lost. A lot.
But you know... it was his lack of training not his lack of personality that landed him back into the gym.
He motions for me to come at him, that arrogant bored expression on his face, like I wasn't good enough to face him.
"Come on... are you going to do this or what? I don't have all day." His voice is full of anger and disinterest.
I had no idea how to respond to him. At that point in my career, I didn't have the training to talk on a mic. I didn't know how to talk to people really. That didn't come until later. At that point I also had a respect for Terry because I thought he had the experience to deserve it. That I had something to learn from this man. I'd been very wrong.
I hesitated for only a second and of course Terry took that out like the cowardly ass munch he was. he charged, looking to spear me. Out of instinct I planted my feet and prepared myself for pain, but it didn't come. I'd inadvertently closed my eyes.
"Evie, open your eyes." I opened them to see all six foot ten inches of Jeremy Fischer holding the asshole Terry Jordan in a headlock. Terry was struggling, his face going red.
Now if you knew anything about Jeremy, you'd know that he didn't talk much, so even those few words was a shock to me. He barely got into train me himself but the fact that he had gotten into the ring so quickly without me even knowing was amazing. Terry is clawing at Jerry's arms, still trying to get him to release him but it doesn't phase him, instead he's staring intently at me.
"Never close your eyes." he lets Terry go and he drops to his knees on the mat, coughing, clutching his neck he looks up at Jerry with anger. Even the fact that jerry is formidable and imposing doesn't stop Terry from starting to go into a tirade.
"What the fuck man? Who the hell do you think you are man handling me? You gotta protect the little princess then she's not good enough to be in a ring at all let alone with me..."
Jerry averts his eyes to look down at the man and his expression suddenly changes from one of anger to one of fear.
"Leave. Don't think about stepping foot in here again."
Terry Jordan left that ring that day and I'd never seen anybody that scared of anybody. After he's left with his tail between his legs Jerry once again looks at me. I'd seen that look before. I'd seen him give it to Kah constantly, I'd seen him give it to Lexi and now, he was giving me that look. The look that meant that I was more than just another student to him.
"Evie. Don't ever close your eyes. Never be afraid of your opponent. It's not only a blight on yourself but also to your opponent. You have to know how to take care yourself in that ring because as much as you think you can trust others that say they have your back in this business you never know when something is going to sway their allegiance. Even your own family. Do you understand that?"
I nod. Jerry always kinda scared me and the fact that he was saying more than two words to me was enough to awe me into silence.
"Good. Take today off. Go take a cool shower and Dad wants you to come over for dinner tonight."
He turns, giving me the barest of smiles and leaves the ring, stepping over the top rope like the giant he was. The tallest of the Fischer family. The gentle giant, even though he'd kill me for saying that.
That had been the beginning of my lessons about respect and the importance of self awareness. Of recognizing the strengths of my fellow wrestlers and to treat this like a dance instead of a competition. Yes it was a competition I wasn't forgetting that but it was more like a dance in that you had to compliment your partner...because if they looked bad then so did you.
After that day, Jerry never said more than a few words at a time but I could read volumes in his eyes.
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Post by savannah on Aug 18, 2014 21:52:36 GMT -6
We fade in on a ring in a gym.
"You know, I like PWP. I like the idea of going up against people you never met before, and might never meet again unless it's here.
Savanna chuckles.
"I even kind of enjoy trying to find out about the people I'm up against. Google their feds, check out old matches on Youtube, that sort of thing.
So… I come back to the group after last month's' big 10th show, which rocked, by the way, only to find myself up agains…
Savannah shrugged.
Well, let's just say that everything I did trying to get some intel on this 'Evie Taylor' fell flat on its face, so that all I was left with at the end of the day was the bio she submitted to Josh.
I'm not a fan of going by a wrestler's bio. One time I did it and the bitch said 'well,that isn't me now'- despite the fact she was the one who sent in the information- and she never fucking changed it!
Since then, I've liked to do my best to find some shit on an opponent, but this time?
Evie, Evie hon there was more out there for opponents the first time I climbed into the ring then what I can find about you!
So.. I'm left with what's in your bio.
Which rocks, by the way. I'm sure that what experience there is behind it is good.
Would be nice to know. But anyway…
From what I can gather you feel yourself a brawler. And before you correct me yes, I know it says 'Brawler, technical' but that's only how people trying to hide from their past say it.
Notice that I don't. I'm proud of my past, I'm ready to throw down against anyone, anywhere, any rules. Hell, if Josh ever decides to go with Hardcore matches I'm there!
So, miss Taylor. Come on. Step into the Cat's Lair. Bring everything you got, and I'll bring everthing I have.
Some people call fights when two chicks get together 'cat fights'. Let's show them what happens when the claws really come out!
See you then.
We fade to black.
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