Post by turdferguson on Aug 23, 2017 2:57:01 GMT
8.10.17
Off Camera
"-- Wait, so legit? That's like a real guy, that wasn't one of you messing with me?" Frisky queried, a befuddled expression crossing her face, "Bryson, seriously, face to face this isn't you screwing with me or whatever," Bryson, an employee here at one of clubs she worked bartending shifts for, could not look her face to face. He was busy trying to scrub a toilet in the men's room stall ahead of the doors opening later this evening. Frisky for her part, was standing by the "Caution: Wet Floor" sign that was keeping the door propped open.
"Yeah," He answered, "The dude ran that one place SCW for a while, ran it into the toilet. Guess he must have switched fields to whatever you say he called himself in that letter," A pause, then he added, "You're the wrestler, how do I know more about this than you do?"
She shrugged even though he couldn't see her, "I didn't watch that company! Like, I turned on one of their shows once and there was some dude named Cyclone calling people 'Ass Jesters' without a hint of irony. Seemed kinda trash to me, so I decided I'd pass on them," A hint of incredulity creeps into her voice, "Geez, I love it and all but it's not like I'm a cyborg or whatever with time to watch every company out there. I barely get to sleep, I always have like five million jobs!"
"Yeah, you're really showing that tireless work ethic right now," Came his deadpan reply.
"Ouch."
"Kidding, relax."
The blonde scrunched her face up a bit, "So uhhh, when you say he was bad at his job? LIke he just made a couple bad decisions, or super incompetent?"
"The second one."
Silence follows, "Yikes. Like, at first I was wondering why this dude would want to rep me of all people, now I'm just sort of insulted that um, apparently morons think I have a big future ahead of me.
"Well maybe he's better at this than he was at running a company."
"True ..." Frisky still seems unsure, but at least is contemplating the idea now, "Maybe it can't hurt to meet with him. He might have some contacts even if he is the worst."
"Exactly, everyone has strengths," He cranes his head back to glance at her, "Like some people are good at manual labor, like others are good at asking a million questions while they're trying to work."
"I'm not even on the clock yet!" She exclaims, raising her hands up to profess her innocence, "Geez, I'll leave you and Mr. Toilet alone, you two have fun." Backing up as she said that, Frisky attempted to quietely shuffle away. In the process, she stepped on the wet floor sign and almost ate it, but managed to catch herself a few inches from hitting the ground. Wiping her brow, she pushed herself back up, "See that, that's coordination, that's a pro athlete in action right there."
8.21.17
Vancouver, British Columbia
On Camera
Off Camera
"-- Wait, so legit? That's like a real guy, that wasn't one of you messing with me?" Frisky queried, a befuddled expression crossing her face, "Bryson, seriously, face to face this isn't you screwing with me or whatever," Bryson, an employee here at one of clubs she worked bartending shifts for, could not look her face to face. He was busy trying to scrub a toilet in the men's room stall ahead of the doors opening later this evening. Frisky for her part, was standing by the "Caution: Wet Floor" sign that was keeping the door propped open.
"Yeah," He answered, "The dude ran that one place SCW for a while, ran it into the toilet. Guess he must have switched fields to whatever you say he called himself in that letter," A pause, then he added, "You're the wrestler, how do I know more about this than you do?"
She shrugged even though he couldn't see her, "I didn't watch that company! Like, I turned on one of their shows once and there was some dude named Cyclone calling people 'Ass Jesters' without a hint of irony. Seemed kinda trash to me, so I decided I'd pass on them," A hint of incredulity creeps into her voice, "Geez, I love it and all but it's not like I'm a cyborg or whatever with time to watch every company out there. I barely get to sleep, I always have like five million jobs!"
"Yeah, you're really showing that tireless work ethic right now," Came his deadpan reply.
"Ouch."
"Kidding, relax."
The blonde scrunched her face up a bit, "So uhhh, when you say he was bad at his job? LIke he just made a couple bad decisions, or super incompetent?"
"The second one."
Silence follows, "Yikes. Like, at first I was wondering why this dude would want to rep me of all people, now I'm just sort of insulted that um, apparently morons think I have a big future ahead of me.
"Well maybe he's better at this than he was at running a company."
"True ..." Frisky still seems unsure, but at least is contemplating the idea now, "Maybe it can't hurt to meet with him. He might have some contacts even if he is the worst."
"Exactly, everyone has strengths," He cranes his head back to glance at her, "Like some people are good at manual labor, like others are good at asking a million questions while they're trying to work."
"I'm not even on the clock yet!" She exclaims, raising her hands up to profess her innocence, "Geez, I'll leave you and Mr. Toilet alone, you two have fun." Backing up as she said that, Frisky attempted to quietely shuffle away. In the process, she stepped on the wet floor sign and almost ate it, but managed to catch herself a few inches from hitting the ground. Wiping her brow, she pushed herself back up, "See that, that's coordination, that's a pro athlete in action right there."
8.21.17
Vancouver, British Columbia
On Camera
Frisky D's apartment is a bit of a mess, as per usual. Laundry is all over the place, her mirror is a bit dirty. There's nothing deep to read into that, besides that she's a young woman who keeps a very active lifestyle-- just with the caveat that cleaning her room isn't usually one of those activities. She's wearing an old school Sonics jersey, pajama pants and a Duff Beer hat as she sits on the edge of her bed cross-legged. Tapping her chin, she seems deep in contemplation.
"Man, I gotta be honest, I'm in kind of a weird headspace right now."
She remarks.
"Like, I was so amped up for beating the holy piss out of Mason Daniels, putting it all on the line Loser Leaves Town. I think the stakes of it were a bigger opponent for me than he was, to be honest. No lie, he was dangerous and all given he and his girlfriend tried to uh, literally murder me with a chainsaw--"
A pause hangs in the air.
"--but it was also sort of a fight with myself too. I was at a crossroads where I told myself that this was like a real watershed moment for me. Time to find out what I was made of, show that I'm not someone to make a target out of and create these do or die stakes where I was playing Russian Roulette. Either I belonged here in PW because I could take a stand for myself, show that I'm more than just a goofy kid ambling along, or I didn't. I felt like I had to be an adult for once, make a decision and either go all in or get thrown out. No half measures, no wondering whether I belonged."
She clears her throat lightly.
"Don't get me wrong, I mean I knew I was pretty talented and stuff. That isn't a pity party thing, but uh, crap. I think you can get what I'm getting at, right? Point is, I was in the zone, I passed the test. This was a new side of Frisky D, focused, ready, time for a new chapter to start!"
Frisky pumps her arm.
"Then the moment passed, all the cliches wore off and I was like ... huh, that's it? I had that rush, then I didn't know what was next. Like, I didn't even feel much different either. I still had a ton of late bills sitting on my counter and as I got reminded when the Redemption 111 Card came out? Welp, I'm still probably gonna be the underdog against a lot of the roster her. The fight to belong here is one that's just starting. Look at the preview for my match on the Phoenix website, it's basically about Sophie and I'm kinda thrown in there as 'another young star who had a big win' you know?"
A shrug.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not even saying they're wrong to put it that way. Of course she's the favorite, of course she's waayyyy more accomplished in wrestling than me. If I was a promoter dude putting together a match I'd be looking to spotlight her too. This really wasn't meant to be a battle to see which one makes it up the ladder, it's meant to be a showcase for her. That's just reality, again I'm not complaining about it. It was just a reminder of where I actually stand right now and how much work there is ahead of me. Because while there's every reason for this match to be about Sophie going in, it's up to me to change that and show I'm more than just an up and comer who can feel good about a moral victory or whatever. It's up to me to make sure it's a lot bigger deal when I face her the next time and that there even is a next time."
She nods her head in affirmation.
"As for how I do that? Uh, that's a good question because legit, I'm not gonna pretend I can come close to understanding a lot about her. I've tried to be a good girl and do my homework, but --and I mean this in the most respectful way possible--I don't understand what the hell she's talking about half the time. Like the whole ... Twitter dynamic with Aurora and the uh, thing they have, the whole bird eating her own wings deal. I'm sure it does make sense to lots of people, but it's not a language I speak, y'know?"
Frisky sighs lightly.
"What I do understand is that she's really good, quick, technically great and what I can connect the whole eating wings thing to with her is that she's got a hunger to her right now. Like, good as she was before, something's clicked for her and she's operating at a higher level now. And she'll probably be looking to use that hunger to uh, eat me I guess, to build herself up for something bigger. Like I was able to parse that she's looking for the big fights, the ones that really speak to her, so I'm part of her path to building back up to that."
Biting her lip, she raps her fingers against her knee.
"Which when that clicked for me, kind of made it a bit more clear what the key here for me is. It isn't about her, or how I react to what she does. I've been talking about her, her, her, when the key to my success here is about me. Because her like, predatory nature and the fact that what she lacks in chainsaws she makes up for in precision and skill with her violence means that I'm in a lot of danger here. It means I need to be back in survival mode, probably more than before."
She stops to consider her statement.
"Nah, not probably I need to. It's a fact, I need to be in survival mode, fighting to stay above water. That's not me being corny to get myself hype up for this match, it's a fact. You look at the history of this company it's the Wild West. They came right back and picked up where they left off, battle royals on boats. The type of self-preservation I showed, the focus, the ability to survice, I need to step that up to a whole other level. And y'know what?"
Frisky quirks a brow.
"I'm cool with that, I can rationalize it all I want, but I've pretty much come to the conclusion that no matter how I spin it in my head I'm a risk taker. That's the situation where I'm at my best, where I thrive. Not just a wrestling thing, that's a way of life thing for me. I need to fly by the seat of my pants, I need to do stunt work, I need to walk alone down questionable back alleys when I'm tanked at 2 AM. Not to get overly dorky and philisophical, but that sense of danger is what keeps me from being complacent. Some people just can't function well with the ordinary, with the routine. I mean, look--"
She waves her arms around at her mess of a room.
"--this is how I function trying to handle mundane tasks, not well. "
After a deep breath, she lets out a sharp exhale.
"So I'm not gonna hold myeslf back by making this all about things besides me. Like, that might seem selfish to have the focus just be on ... doing me, than the very real danger Sophie presents? But what'd be selfish is to not perform at my best because I'm stuck getting inside my own head. I'm letting it all hang out, I'm ready to go. Gonna head to Denver and do a springboard flippy off John Elways sturdy chin, or whatever I have to do. Because in a situation like this? The best battle plan is not to limit the idea of what kind of adversity you might have to face by having expectations. I'm ready for something that I'm not ready for, that I'm not prepared for. Because I'm ready to find something inside me that I might not even know I have."
She gestures at herself in a rather vague motion, trying not to focus in on any specific body part.
"No limits; let's do this."
Fin.
"Man, I gotta be honest, I'm in kind of a weird headspace right now."
She remarks.
"Like, I was so amped up for beating the holy piss out of Mason Daniels, putting it all on the line Loser Leaves Town. I think the stakes of it were a bigger opponent for me than he was, to be honest. No lie, he was dangerous and all given he and his girlfriend tried to uh, literally murder me with a chainsaw--"
A pause hangs in the air.
"--but it was also sort of a fight with myself too. I was at a crossroads where I told myself that this was like a real watershed moment for me. Time to find out what I was made of, show that I'm not someone to make a target out of and create these do or die stakes where I was playing Russian Roulette. Either I belonged here in PW because I could take a stand for myself, show that I'm more than just a goofy kid ambling along, or I didn't. I felt like I had to be an adult for once, make a decision and either go all in or get thrown out. No half measures, no wondering whether I belonged."
She clears her throat lightly.
"Don't get me wrong, I mean I knew I was pretty talented and stuff. That isn't a pity party thing, but uh, crap. I think you can get what I'm getting at, right? Point is, I was in the zone, I passed the test. This was a new side of Frisky D, focused, ready, time for a new chapter to start!"
Frisky pumps her arm.
"Then the moment passed, all the cliches wore off and I was like ... huh, that's it? I had that rush, then I didn't know what was next. Like, I didn't even feel much different either. I still had a ton of late bills sitting on my counter and as I got reminded when the Redemption 111 Card came out? Welp, I'm still probably gonna be the underdog against a lot of the roster her. The fight to belong here is one that's just starting. Look at the preview for my match on the Phoenix website, it's basically about Sophie and I'm kinda thrown in there as 'another young star who had a big win' you know?"
A shrug.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not even saying they're wrong to put it that way. Of course she's the favorite, of course she's waayyyy more accomplished in wrestling than me. If I was a promoter dude putting together a match I'd be looking to spotlight her too. This really wasn't meant to be a battle to see which one makes it up the ladder, it's meant to be a showcase for her. That's just reality, again I'm not complaining about it. It was just a reminder of where I actually stand right now and how much work there is ahead of me. Because while there's every reason for this match to be about Sophie going in, it's up to me to change that and show I'm more than just an up and comer who can feel good about a moral victory or whatever. It's up to me to make sure it's a lot bigger deal when I face her the next time and that there even is a next time."
She nods her head in affirmation.
"As for how I do that? Uh, that's a good question because legit, I'm not gonna pretend I can come close to understanding a lot about her. I've tried to be a good girl and do my homework, but --and I mean this in the most respectful way possible--I don't understand what the hell she's talking about half the time. Like the whole ... Twitter dynamic with Aurora and the uh, thing they have, the whole bird eating her own wings deal. I'm sure it does make sense to lots of people, but it's not a language I speak, y'know?"
Frisky sighs lightly.
"What I do understand is that she's really good, quick, technically great and what I can connect the whole eating wings thing to with her is that she's got a hunger to her right now. Like, good as she was before, something's clicked for her and she's operating at a higher level now. And she'll probably be looking to use that hunger to uh, eat me I guess, to build herself up for something bigger. Like I was able to parse that she's looking for the big fights, the ones that really speak to her, so I'm part of her path to building back up to that."
Biting her lip, she raps her fingers against her knee.
"Which when that clicked for me, kind of made it a bit more clear what the key here for me is. It isn't about her, or how I react to what she does. I've been talking about her, her, her, when the key to my success here is about me. Because her like, predatory nature and the fact that what she lacks in chainsaws she makes up for in precision and skill with her violence means that I'm in a lot of danger here. It means I need to be back in survival mode, probably more than before."
She stops to consider her statement.
"Nah, not probably I need to. It's a fact, I need to be in survival mode, fighting to stay above water. That's not me being corny to get myself hype up for this match, it's a fact. You look at the history of this company it's the Wild West. They came right back and picked up where they left off, battle royals on boats. The type of self-preservation I showed, the focus, the ability to survice, I need to step that up to a whole other level. And y'know what?"
Frisky quirks a brow.
"I'm cool with that, I can rationalize it all I want, but I've pretty much come to the conclusion that no matter how I spin it in my head I'm a risk taker. That's the situation where I'm at my best, where I thrive. Not just a wrestling thing, that's a way of life thing for me. I need to fly by the seat of my pants, I need to do stunt work, I need to walk alone down questionable back alleys when I'm tanked at 2 AM. Not to get overly dorky and philisophical, but that sense of danger is what keeps me from being complacent. Some people just can't function well with the ordinary, with the routine. I mean, look--"
She waves her arms around at her mess of a room.
"--this is how I function trying to handle mundane tasks, not well. "
After a deep breath, she lets out a sharp exhale.
"So I'm not gonna hold myeslf back by making this all about things besides me. Like, that might seem selfish to have the focus just be on ... doing me, than the very real danger Sophie presents? But what'd be selfish is to not perform at my best because I'm stuck getting inside my own head. I'm letting it all hang out, I'm ready to go. Gonna head to Denver and do a springboard flippy off John Elways sturdy chin, or whatever I have to do. Because in a situation like this? The best battle plan is not to limit the idea of what kind of adversity you might have to face by having expectations. I'm ready for something that I'm not ready for, that I'm not prepared for. Because I'm ready to find something inside me that I might not even know I have."
She gestures at herself in a rather vague motion, trying not to focus in on any specific body part.
"No limits; let's do this."
Fin.