Post by turdferguson on Mar 19, 2017 15:37:56 GMT
3.19.17
The Honolulu beachfront is an idyllic scene on most mornings, this one being no exception. As long as you can stand sharing the beach with some tourists there many sights which could be more pleasant. This particular beach is inhabited by the usual cavalcade of resort-dwellers, notable among them, a bikini clad young woman lounging in a beach chair while downing a mai tai-- not the first she's indulged in today. That in itself might not seem noteworthy, but the fact that the camera crew is clearly here to record her? Well, that much is worth taking notice of.
"Oh hey guys, waddup?"
Noticing the cameras are rolling, Frisky Dingo Johnson, otherwise known as 'Frisky D' glances up in their direction, raising her glass.
"I see you all caught my in my natural environment."
A beat.
"Well, I mean, not really since I'm from Vancouver. But you know, the drinki and ..."
Her voice starts to trail off before she manages to refocus her train of thought.
"... What I'm trying to say here is, I've only been in Hawaii for a short while, but it already feels like a second home to. It's like I've live here my whole life!"
She tilts her head in the direction of a couple walking by and yells out.
"Hey Haole's watch your damn step and remember you're guests here!"
When this draws some nasty looks, she holds her hand out and sheepishly explains herself.
"Kidding, kidding, I w ..."
She stops to hiccup.
"Scuse me, I was just doing a bit, nothing to see here."
Frisky points at the camera to illustrate her point, which seems to satisfy her fellow beachgoers. Taking a drink from her glass, she continues on.
"Anyways, I know it might look like I'm not taking this opportunity too seriously or whatever. Maybe I should have staged myself running on a treadmill, but trust me I really am. It's just that like, this whole deal has been a whirlwind and I need to unwind. Lemme just run this down for you all."
She takes a deep breath, then a brief second to remember what she was going to say, before proceeding to explain herself.
"Legit, I was as surprised I got a chance here as anyone. I dunno if I would have if they weren't touring the P.N. Dub just recently. So it's been crazy since then, I hadda get my travel ish sorted with the being a Canadian citizen and picking out a flight and hotel, which was really expensive and will prolly put me in the red for this whole trip."
An awkward pause and shifty glance follows.
"That's not to say that they aren't paying me enough, it's just like, the initial investment is-- yeah. I'm the dark match tryout and prob not even the most talked about one, since that Kamigawa dude has some cred. Swear, I dunno how these other up and coming wrestlers work like three continents in a week, if there's some secret Batcopter for us that I dunno about,please hit me up. But, uh, it's more like take a hit now, hope it pays off with something bigger. I think it was, uh, Jesus who said in the bible:'To dare is to dream!' y'know? I don't believe in playing it safe in life, I wanna take chances."
That was definitely not who said that.
"And getting used to having to spend time on film study instead of just showing and finding out who I'm facing, before fighting them and heading to another job? That took time, and the whole explaining to Tim-- dude who had booked me to bartend his club for St. Paddy's weekend-- that I actually needed time off was another deal. Because he was like 'why' and I was like, 'I need to go to Hawaii and bum fight a big dude with a beard so I can earn a full time gig and not have to ba-- uh, just please give me the time. I've been reliable up to this point for ya-- mostly.' Sooo that was pretty rough."
A shrug and she polishes off her drink.
"But I got the time off because I wasn't gonna let some boss walk all over me."
Her eyes suddenly light up.
"Just like I won't let Seth Iser walk all over me in that ring! Boom, nailed it!"
Looking proud of herself, she continues.
"I know it won't be easy, the dude's big, got experience and it seems like a lot of bitterness and rage pent up. Like I'm not the type to get scared, but I scrapped the idea to call him 'Seth Eyesore' because of y'know ... all this."
She sets the glass down on the sand and motions her hands around to indicate the area where his beard and whatnot would be.
"Just because I look in that dude's eyes and I think the anger goes beyond the fact he just got stuck with a horse tranq, something he really doesn't want to be following up by letting someone named Frisky Dingo make their name off of him. Like, there's a deep pain there that prob involving someone named 'Uncle Bad Touch' and trips in an old Cadillac on a hot Summer day, a pain he wants to take out on whoever's across from him. So that'll be tough to deal with, but I also know this much about his bitterness. Heard a rumor on the mean streets of the wrestlezone.com forums that part of it is unhappiness about his standing in the biz after all the time he's put in. Well, I know this much, the dude's got a manager so he can't be doing that bad. I sure as hell don't have cash to throw around so I can have some mafia dude follow me around and demand matches for me. I wish I had that much, but I don't."
A short nod.
"Which puts it into focus for me, beyond the fact this is a great chance and I really like doing this, how big this is. Don't wanna be cliche, but it'd change everything, so I'm not gonna let him put me down. He'll try to put the hurt on me, but I'll be ... I'll be like the wind, I'll be the matrix."
She pushes herself up, then starts demonstrating some strange drunken hand movements and evasion tactics.
"Might even hit him with this."
[Sprinting, she runs up a nearby palm tree and springs off it with a moonsault of sorts, faceplanting like a snow angel in the sand. A few moments pass before she pops back up and starts brushing herself off.
"I'm okay! I'm ohhh ..."
She stops, as she catches a sight out of the corner of her eye.
"... I,--uh--that's definitely glass and sand lodged in my arm. Should probably wrap this up and get that cleaned out."
Frisky grimaces and turns, beginning to walk off before she whirls back around while raising her index finger.
"I'm still gonna make it a win though! Prep your cornhole, Seth, we gonna get Frisky!"
She starts walking away again, muttering, "Will that work for a catchphrase? ... Nah, prob not," to herself before the video footage cuts to static.
Fin.