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Post by Josh Duncan on Sept 3, 2014 15:43:15 GMT -6
1 RP Max. 300 word minimum. Deadline is September 17th at 11:59 PM Eastern.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2014 21:08:56 GMT -6
::.Saturday, September 13, 2014.::
I picked up my seating card marker and looked at the rest of the table. Seeing as how I was early to arrive the rest were empty but Marissa had warned me ahead of time about who was there. I was at the castoff table. Ug.
Hanging my purse on the back of the chair I take a seat. My body was still aching from my match in IWA but it was nothing I wasn't used to. If anything it reminded me of why I stepped into a ring every time. Why I continued to do it even when it seemed like everyone was out to get me to quit. My hand goes up to my forehead. I'd opted to take the bandages off and try to cover the stitches the best I could with foundation. Stung like crazy but I didn't want to look messed up for Marissa's pictures.
Marissa had been my friend since tenth grade. The girl that lived across the street from my foster family. We didn't go to the same school since my foster father had enrolled me in a military academy to help try and give me an outlet for that rage in me but that hadn't stopped us from being fast and long time friends. The only friend I had that was a girl.
Today was her wedding day.
Slowly the reception room starts to fill up with people.
The only reason I was at the 'singles' table was because Matai had been unable to come with me. Unfortunately he'd been committed to some promotional gigs for IWA and since my trip was kinda last minute, he didn't want to break his promise. I could understand that completely. Didn't make me miss him any less though.
Within the hour my table has slowly filled up with... sigh... single men. Just great. I'd kill Mari for this. She knew I was seeing someone but had thrown me to the proverbial wolves here. Guess I was kinda used to fending off rabid hyena's... Sidney, Priscilla.. and now Shayna. Yup. I was always putting out some fires.
I have to admit, most of them seen alright looking but I always say... there's always a reason for a good looking guy to be single. I was 'treated' to that the moment the guy next to me moves in close to my ear. It would be warranted had the music been too loud to hear over but it wasn't.
"So, here alone eh?" He smiles at me and his breath could knock you out on noxious level alone. Yup someone was checking out the open bar before sitting down.
"Yes." I try not to give any indication that I'm bothered by his breath.
Another guy at the table perks up at that. "It's a pity, a pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone."
Here we go.
"I'm not actually alone." I reply.
"Sure... then where's this boyfriend now?" Another. I was going to get ganged up on. Much like an animal I attacked when cornered. This situation was not all that different than any other I'd been in during my life, however I had promised both Mati and Marissa that I wouldn't cause any drama....I couldn't help it if they brought it to me.
"He's in Washington." I try to keep my answers short. Let them know I'm not interesting. Normally I'd have no trouble with small talk but I didn't want any of these guys thinking I was interested, even remotely.
"Washington... oh so you're a west coast girl then. I've always had a thing for American girls." The first guy with the killer breath this time.
I sigh, "I'm not from Washington. I'm from Toronto. I live there for work."
"Are you a model?"
"No... well yes... but it's not my actual job. I'm a professional wrestler."
A chorus of laughs. My anger level is slowly rising.
"How could you be a wrestler? You're tiny."
Anger level: 2
"I'm actually a champion." I'm starting to get very, very annoyed at this point.
"I have a good idea what you're really a champion of." That guy instantly gets a high five from the guy next to him.
"Don't be rude guys..." Another one chimes in. "Some people take that kind of profession very seriously..." he smirks.
Anger level: 3
The guy on my other side notices the stitches at my hairline and leans a bit closer. "Does your boyfriend hurt you?" He points to my injury.
"What? No. I just told you I'm a wrestler. I got attacked with a barbwire wrapped bat last week." More chuckles, "Why is that so hard for you to believe?"
I know that sitting down, wearing this strapless dress I don't look like much but god help this guys if they get me to anger level 5.
"Sweetheart it's okay. Sometimes a chick needs a little slap now and again to put her in her place... no shame."
Did he really just say that?! I know he doesn't know my background or where I come from but this was starting to really push it. I know my face must be starting to turn red by now. I stand, nearly knocking the chair over. Reaching across the table I grab his tie and pull tightly.
"I would seriously consider shutting up right now if you know what's good for you..."
Anger level: 4.5
"Evelyn!!!" I feel a hand on my back. "Let the guy go now okay?" Marissa, dressed in a white flowy gown releases my fingers from this man's tie. The guy sits down, looking a mix between shocked and mad. She pulls me away from the table, grabbing my purse she puts it over my arm and leads me toward the door. As we do, Luke, Marissa's new husband takes a seat at the table and the only thing I hear as we walk away is, "You're lucky she didn't beat the shit out of you Jeff. What the hell guys?"
The cool air assaults me and instantly cools me off. I give a slight sheepish look to my friend and she shakes her head, still patting me on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry Marissa..."
"No... I understand. I should have known better than to sit you with Luke's asshole friends. You can sit with us when you come back and cool off...I don't care if the table is crowded I paid for the damn thing."
"I am quite capable of beating up anybody if I needed to. Man or Woman. Makes no difference."
"Is everything okay? I mean I know that what they said probably was uncalled for but really... you've seemed... off since you got in..."
"I won't bore you with details but it seems that with both LAW and IWA I got bitches clawing at my back wanting my spot. I wouldn't be human if it didn't get to me."
She nods her head, "I'm sorry that I don't follow your career. You know how I feel about wrestling but you know I support you anyway right? You never did tell me what happened with your head and why you're sporting stitches. I mean, I know it's got to do with your...match... right? that's what you call it?" I nod, "Right so what happened?"
I tell her the whole story and she grimaces and at the end, a hand goes to her mouth in shock. "How can they do that? Isn't that illegal?"
"Yes, if it were say out on the street but not really in wrestling sweetie. It's just part of it. Not to say that I'm exactly condoning that behaviour because frankly I think that it takes away something from this sport to have to resort to using weapons. Regardless, I have something planned for the darling come Thursday. Paybacks a bitch, then you mess with one."
Marissa bites her bottom lip.
"Don't worry honey. I'll be fine. This is a busy week for me. I want to make an apparence at Livewire. I have a few things I need to get off my chest, then I have a match with this Indy place called PWP, then Sunday is LAW."
"How do you do it?" She shakes her head, "What if you got seriously injured at one of those events... I mean...That would be a lot of income lost wouldn't it?"
"Mari... I told you, you got enough to worry about. You got Luke... and Danica too."
Danica, her six month old daughter. A surprise to both her and Luke and they'd had to put off their wedding until after her birth because of it but neither of them regretted it. She was adorable, especially in that little dress that was made to be identical to Marissa's.
"The only thing that I think I might be just a touch on edge about is the fact that my match at PWP is my first professional match against a man. I mean sure, I faced a few in my time at Olympia but so far, I've only faced women. Maybe this sounds cocky but I think I've got it in the bag. He's a good guy though from what I've seen, better at aerial than I am but I think the fact that I've got a wicked punch is going to once again be my saving grace."
Marissa looks almost confused. I can't help but laugh.
"It's okay Sweetie, I know you don't know what the hell I'm talking about."
Her smile is compassionate. "Ready to go back in now?"
I nod.
Justin,
You get the honour of being the first guy I face professionally in a ring. I gotta say although I didn't see much of what you can do what I've seen seems mint. You got a pretty awesome air game so kudos for that.
However, despite the fact that we're both playing this game for the right reasons, it doesn't change the fact that I'm in this to win. That being said... it means you're going to lose.
I don't mean to discourage you in any way, in fact I hope it just makes you want to fight that much harder to give the crowd a good show between two awesome opponents. I've only ever lost one match in my career so far and it was because my tag team partner didn't pull her weight. That annoys me yes but I'll brush it off and keep moving forward. I don't intend for my first match with a guy is another loss. My pride just won't allow it.
But when all is said and done, nobody is going to look down on you Justin because based on your history you're just going to get back up, dust off and keep going. It's a great skill to have. I've had to do that in way too many other aspect of my life so far and wrestling and being in that ring are things that I don't accept defeat in.
I wish you all the best in this match and in the future. I hope that title comes to you soon.
Until then, I'll see you in the ring sweetie.
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