Post by turdferguson on Jan 14, 2017 0:54:23 GMT
1.4.17
Las Vegas, NV
Redemption 103 Bonus Segment--Aired Later
Bailey has a bounce in her step as she returns to the backstage area from the parlor room, looking as if she still had a lot of excess energy to burn off after finishing off Tony Savage in short order, not even breaking a sweat in the process. She turns a corner when Kiko Hiroyama come scurrying up with a microphone in hand, "Excuse me, Bailey!"
Huff glances over and then down at the interviewer, "Yo, sup Keeks."
"We just saw you knock out Tony Savage to advance in the Iron King Tournament, in what was actually your pro wrestling debut. Some people would call that an upset, but you seemed extremely confident in your chances."
"I seemed that way because I was, ya know?" Bailey replies with a giggle.
Hiroyama nods, "You did say that you didn't want to take a lot of damage in this match, but even so, were you disappointed that you didn't receive more of a fight?"
A shake of the head, "Nope, executed my gameplan."
Kiko looks skeptical of that proclamation, "But you said you entered this to show off your grappling skills."
"Yeah, but I thought about this matchup more and the tournament as a whole. It was like, he took a beating from Swat, so I wanted to test if his chin was cracked. Only go to the submissions if that didn't work; they wanna test all your all-around skills you know? So I figured if I could get a knockout, maybe I'll get to grapple next round." A playful wink is added, seemingly to emphasize how brilliant her plan was.
"Speaking of next round, I can inform you that you'll be facing the winner of this upcoming bout between Reya Serra and Kylie WIllingham. What are your thoughts on the matchup and do you have one that you'd prefer facing?" She has a hopeful look on her face as she holds the mic up in anticipation of the rookie's response.
A snort laugh comes in return, "My thoughts are it looks like I'm moving onto the third round then Keeks! It doesn't really matter, the Willinghams look like your typical over your head rookies and Reya's never had success in PW besides a fluke title when Ramirez was heading out the door--and she was in her prime back then! Now she's old and--" Another shake of the head, "I dunno, it'd be pretty sweet if they could eliminate each other so I don't risk blowing the graps only stip before I get to the real competition. It is what it is though, I'll be watching close!" With a pat on the head, she bounds off, leaving Kiko behind.
1.10.17
Detroit, Michigan
Off Camera
"-- I know what I told you then, I'm allowed to change my mind, aren't I?" Sighing, Bailey brushes some hair out of her eyes with one hand, holding her phone with the other as she awaited whatever stupid response Tyrell had for her. The sights and sounds of an very tall, clearly exasperated woman loudly arguing on the phone was drawing plenty of attention as she walked down the street, but she was oblivious to any outside attention she was drawing. She sharply exhales before deciding to continue her rant, "I need to stay here in Detroit and train my striking. That wasn't the plan when I said I'd stop home to see you, I thought I'd be needing to train my Jits."
"I get it, I get that you need to focus on training for this," Came her boyfriend's reply, as he tried to stay patient and avoid bringing up that she'd blown off coming back to Windsor because she 'needed to focus on training' several other times, "It just doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Your gym is closing down for the supershow prep, right?"
"That's not the point --" Bailey retorts.
"And I don't get why you need to train striking for a submision match. This really doesn't seem like the best idea to me."
Her face contorts into a nasty scowl, as if she was trying to will him to feel her death glare through the phone"-- Thanks for interrupting, can I finish, please?"
"Yeah, sorry."
"It's a submission match this round. That means there's a good chance my next one after this will be striking, which is where I need help--" She stops mid-statement, growing increasingly agitated as she ruminates over what he had said, "-- And what the hell was that supposed to mean? That I'm stupid and don't know how to handle my own career? That I need help with the one skill I'm like frickin' amazing at? Eat a dick, Tyrell."
While her meltdown was still drawing attention from passersby, Tyrell was used to her freak outs. For better or for worse, he chalked them up to Bailey being on edge from putting too much stress on herself when it came time to prepare for a competition, "No, I just think you're a little stressed out because you got that replacement opponent and you sorta like to be in control; you don't like being thrown surpri --" He went silent, realizing that he made a mistake with that last line, but the damage was already done.
"Yeah, I'm gonna pretend ya didn't say that, okay? Bye, I'm staying here in Detroit and I'm gonna hit up some boxing gyms; ain't nobody in frickin' Windsor that's good at boxing! And I'm not stressed out about this chick, she's old and probably reeks like Anne Pliska! I need to go now, bye." With that frosty goodbye, she hangs up and shoves the phone in her hoodie pocket. Her face bright red from both being visibly upset, as well as the frosty conditions, she mutters to herself, "Idiot, idiot, idiot," pressing the 'walk' button for the crosswalk along with each utterance.
The Present
On Camera
Las Vegas, NV
Redemption 103 Bonus Segment--Aired Later
Bailey has a bounce in her step as she returns to the backstage area from the parlor room, looking as if she still had a lot of excess energy to burn off after finishing off Tony Savage in short order, not even breaking a sweat in the process. She turns a corner when Kiko Hiroyama come scurrying up with a microphone in hand, "Excuse me, Bailey!"
Huff glances over and then down at the interviewer, "Yo, sup Keeks."
"We just saw you knock out Tony Savage to advance in the Iron King Tournament, in what was actually your pro wrestling debut. Some people would call that an upset, but you seemed extremely confident in your chances."
"I seemed that way because I was, ya know?" Bailey replies with a giggle.
Hiroyama nods, "You did say that you didn't want to take a lot of damage in this match, but even so, were you disappointed that you didn't receive more of a fight?"
A shake of the head, "Nope, executed my gameplan."
Kiko looks skeptical of that proclamation, "But you said you entered this to show off your grappling skills."
"Yeah, but I thought about this matchup more and the tournament as a whole. It was like, he took a beating from Swat, so I wanted to test if his chin was cracked. Only go to the submissions if that didn't work; they wanna test all your all-around skills you know? So I figured if I could get a knockout, maybe I'll get to grapple next round." A playful wink is added, seemingly to emphasize how brilliant her plan was.
"Speaking of next round, I can inform you that you'll be facing the winner of this upcoming bout between Reya Serra and Kylie WIllingham. What are your thoughts on the matchup and do you have one that you'd prefer facing?" She has a hopeful look on her face as she holds the mic up in anticipation of the rookie's response.
A snort laugh comes in return, "My thoughts are it looks like I'm moving onto the third round then Keeks! It doesn't really matter, the Willinghams look like your typical over your head rookies and Reya's never had success in PW besides a fluke title when Ramirez was heading out the door--and she was in her prime back then! Now she's old and--" Another shake of the head, "I dunno, it'd be pretty sweet if they could eliminate each other so I don't risk blowing the graps only stip before I get to the real competition. It is what it is though, I'll be watching close!" With a pat on the head, she bounds off, leaving Kiko behind.
1.10.17
Detroit, Michigan
Off Camera
"-- I know what I told you then, I'm allowed to change my mind, aren't I?" Sighing, Bailey brushes some hair out of her eyes with one hand, holding her phone with the other as she awaited whatever stupid response Tyrell had for her. The sights and sounds of an very tall, clearly exasperated woman loudly arguing on the phone was drawing plenty of attention as she walked down the street, but she was oblivious to any outside attention she was drawing. She sharply exhales before deciding to continue her rant, "I need to stay here in Detroit and train my striking. That wasn't the plan when I said I'd stop home to see you, I thought I'd be needing to train my Jits."
"I get it, I get that you need to focus on training for this," Came her boyfriend's reply, as he tried to stay patient and avoid bringing up that she'd blown off coming back to Windsor because she 'needed to focus on training' several other times, "It just doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Your gym is closing down for the supershow prep, right?"
"That's not the point --" Bailey retorts.
"And I don't get why you need to train striking for a submision match. This really doesn't seem like the best idea to me."
Her face contorts into a nasty scowl, as if she was trying to will him to feel her death glare through the phone"-- Thanks for interrupting, can I finish, please?"
"Yeah, sorry."
"It's a submission match this round. That means there's a good chance my next one after this will be striking, which is where I need help--" She stops mid-statement, growing increasingly agitated as she ruminates over what he had said, "-- And what the hell was that supposed to mean? That I'm stupid and don't know how to handle my own career? That I need help with the one skill I'm like frickin' amazing at? Eat a dick, Tyrell."
While her meltdown was still drawing attention from passersby, Tyrell was used to her freak outs. For better or for worse, he chalked them up to Bailey being on edge from putting too much stress on herself when it came time to prepare for a competition, "No, I just think you're a little stressed out because you got that replacement opponent and you sorta like to be in control; you don't like being thrown surpri --" He went silent, realizing that he made a mistake with that last line, but the damage was already done.
"Yeah, I'm gonna pretend ya didn't say that, okay? Bye, I'm staying here in Detroit and I'm gonna hit up some boxing gyms; ain't nobody in frickin' Windsor that's good at boxing! And I'm not stressed out about this chick, she's old and probably reeks like Anne Pliska! I need to go now, bye." With that frosty goodbye, she hangs up and shoves the phone in her hoodie pocket. Her face bright red from both being visibly upset, as well as the frosty conditions, she mutters to herself, "Idiot, idiot, idiot," pressing the 'walk' button for the crosswalk along with each utterance.
The Present
On Camera
Once again, a rather amateurish looking video begins to play. This time though, the pale Canadian Bailey Kaitlin Huff manages to make the transition between starting the video and taking a seat much more smoothly than she did while recording her thoughts ahead of her debut versus Tony Savage. Plopping down to a seated position, she gives a small wave.
"Well hey there again, folks."
A half-smile tugs at her lips.
"I feel like I should be a lot more excited about my debut victory, but to be honest--and I know I touched a bit on this that same night--it was just a case of handling business like I expected to. My feelings are pretty straightforward on that; now, my feelings on my round two bout coming up? Those are a bit more, you know, ehhhh."
She holds her hand up, wiggling her fingers to emphasize the point.
"On one hand, like I said, I entered this tournament to test my skills and prove that they're elite. In round two, I think we're generally at the point where the weak links have been knocked out and everyone is a challenge. Not to mention, getting to be in my kind of environment, submissions only, against someone who fancies herself a mat grappling expert? That's exactly the type of platform I need to wow the tits and pants off of everyone watching."
Her demeanor seems upbeat while making that proclamation, but her expression quickly sours.
"Buuuttt, not to be a downer, there's another part of me that thinks I shouldn't have to face her at all. Just from a standpoint of wanting to advance in this tournament, it's sort of like this--the two people who were fighting to face me each couldn't continue. That sounds to me like it should be a bye, not a case where someone inserts themselves into the tourney and beats up two close to on their death bed competitors to get to the second round."
A shrug.
"Guess it comes with the territory and all, lawless rogue territory and whatnot here in PW, but it's sort of deflating to get that glimmer of hope that I'll be freshest competitor in round three, then realize that might not be the case given that when I beat Veronica Valiant, I expect it to be fairly grueling."
Bailey gives a short nod.
"But I'll make the best of this situation, making sure that aforementioned tits and pants wowing takes place!"
A pump of her fist.
"As for my opponent, The Cougar of Wallstreet herself, woo she is something else!"
As she forages around for a stick of gum, Bailey elaborates.
"Now Ronnie, before you get your bloomers all in a twist, I know you're from England--just be a sport and let me have my zinger. I've done some studying up on you and it seems like you're one of those types who tries to play it all shrewd, cool and calculating, but is actually seething and boiling over with a barely contained rage. I don't have a lot to base that on--just your general demeanor and your blatant actions on the shows-- but my intuition is pretty good!"
A look of excitement crosses her face as she finds a stick, beginning to unpeel the wrapper.
"With that in mind, I can also imagine you might find it in your head to take out some frustrations over your pretty high profile failures as a businesswoman out on me. After all, my relatives run the most successful wrestling promotion in England and the Huff family's little shindig the Young Guns Cup is one of the hottest topics in wrestling now, right next to Iron King. That kind of presence certainly makes it a lot more difficult for your venture, the UKWF to evolve beyond -- just a thing that sorta exists. I imagine having people representing your brand like Neal Durden fail in epic fashion-- eating two pinfalls in about a minute--in the first round of my relative's little shindig could make your company look even worse. Don't get me wrong, I'm here to make my own name for myself, but I can easily see some of the mental gymnastics that might be going on in your noggin."
She pops the gum in her mouth and gives a thumbs up.
"Of course, that would be a horrible idea to think that way. So much of submission grappling is about patience, keeping your cool under pressure and all that. Can't be doing that with a clouded mind! Especially since well, let's be honest, I think I already have a pretty big edge over you mentally--no offense. Like, I know I'm not a businesswoman or anything, but I imagine it'd be pretty difficult to run large businesses properly and put in the proper time to compete as an elite athlete, one of them has to give. Not to mention that I'm pretty sure most shareholders don't really feel confidence about a company when the bigwigs are taking part in the type of mayhem that goes down here in PW. I got a good grade in my Intro to Business elective at St. Clair, so I'm pretty sure I know what I'm talking about."
Huff states confidently.
"All that, plus the whole--taking out some unresolved childhood issues- way you like to torture your opponents in the ring, says you aren't playing with a full deck of cards to me. On the flipside, it does look like all the time you haven't spent on being good at executive and rich person stuff, has been spent honing your skills. From a technical aspect you're top notch at joint manipulation and all the mat wrestling stuff that might give your average pro wrestler trouble. But that's where it gets really interesting, Ronnie. I'm not your average pro wrestler--Hell I'm probably quite below average at this point as far as the overall package goes--but like I've said before, my skills in this area are elite, my poise in the heat of competition is elite, my preparation and gameplanning is elite and I truly intend to prove that I can tap out anyone."
She appears dead serious about that statement, despite obnoxiously chewing gum while giving it.
" You might dismiss all this as bluster because you're much more experienced inside a wrestling ring, but it's not and that experience is a double-edge sword. Because I really don't think you've evolved one bit from the older tapes I tracked down and I kinda intend to prove that you're skillset is antiquated. So here's the long and short of it, listen close so ya don't miss it."
Bailey clears her throat.
"I don't much care for the way your style represents submission grappling, you make it come off like some weird freaky lesbo BDSM thing you get off on. So when I go out there, I'm not going to harbor any resentment or animosity, I'm going to carry myself the right way and school you through proper discipline, technique and physical superiority. It'll be a challenge, but one I can meet and ultimately use to show that preconceived standards of being 'high level on the mat' are starting to change; that's just how it's gonna be. So yeah, it should be fun!"
A beat.
"Well, for me, maybe not so much for you. Laters, see ya out there and see the rest of ya in the next round!"
Fin.
"Well hey there again, folks."
A half-smile tugs at her lips.
"I feel like I should be a lot more excited about my debut victory, but to be honest--and I know I touched a bit on this that same night--it was just a case of handling business like I expected to. My feelings are pretty straightforward on that; now, my feelings on my round two bout coming up? Those are a bit more, you know, ehhhh."
She holds her hand up, wiggling her fingers to emphasize the point.
"On one hand, like I said, I entered this tournament to test my skills and prove that they're elite. In round two, I think we're generally at the point where the weak links have been knocked out and everyone is a challenge. Not to mention, getting to be in my kind of environment, submissions only, against someone who fancies herself a mat grappling expert? That's exactly the type of platform I need to wow the tits and pants off of everyone watching."
Her demeanor seems upbeat while making that proclamation, but her expression quickly sours.
"Buuuttt, not to be a downer, there's another part of me that thinks I shouldn't have to face her at all. Just from a standpoint of wanting to advance in this tournament, it's sort of like this--the two people who were fighting to face me each couldn't continue. That sounds to me like it should be a bye, not a case where someone inserts themselves into the tourney and beats up two close to on their death bed competitors to get to the second round."
A shrug.
"Guess it comes with the territory and all, lawless rogue territory and whatnot here in PW, but it's sort of deflating to get that glimmer of hope that I'll be freshest competitor in round three, then realize that might not be the case given that when I beat Veronica Valiant, I expect it to be fairly grueling."
Bailey gives a short nod.
"But I'll make the best of this situation, making sure that aforementioned tits and pants wowing takes place!"
A pump of her fist.
"As for my opponent, The Cougar of Wallstreet herself, woo she is something else!"
As she forages around for a stick of gum, Bailey elaborates.
"Now Ronnie, before you get your bloomers all in a twist, I know you're from England--just be a sport and let me have my zinger. I've done some studying up on you and it seems like you're one of those types who tries to play it all shrewd, cool and calculating, but is actually seething and boiling over with a barely contained rage. I don't have a lot to base that on--just your general demeanor and your blatant actions on the shows-- but my intuition is pretty good!"
A look of excitement crosses her face as she finds a stick, beginning to unpeel the wrapper.
"With that in mind, I can also imagine you might find it in your head to take out some frustrations over your pretty high profile failures as a businesswoman out on me. After all, my relatives run the most successful wrestling promotion in England and the Huff family's little shindig the Young Guns Cup is one of the hottest topics in wrestling now, right next to Iron King. That kind of presence certainly makes it a lot more difficult for your venture, the UKWF to evolve beyond -- just a thing that sorta exists. I imagine having people representing your brand like Neal Durden fail in epic fashion-- eating two pinfalls in about a minute--in the first round of my relative's little shindig could make your company look even worse. Don't get me wrong, I'm here to make my own name for myself, but I can easily see some of the mental gymnastics that might be going on in your noggin."
She pops the gum in her mouth and gives a thumbs up.
"Of course, that would be a horrible idea to think that way. So much of submission grappling is about patience, keeping your cool under pressure and all that. Can't be doing that with a clouded mind! Especially since well, let's be honest, I think I already have a pretty big edge over you mentally--no offense. Like, I know I'm not a businesswoman or anything, but I imagine it'd be pretty difficult to run large businesses properly and put in the proper time to compete as an elite athlete, one of them has to give. Not to mention that I'm pretty sure most shareholders don't really feel confidence about a company when the bigwigs are taking part in the type of mayhem that goes down here in PW. I got a good grade in my Intro to Business elective at St. Clair, so I'm pretty sure I know what I'm talking about."
Huff states confidently.
"All that, plus the whole--taking out some unresolved childhood issues- way you like to torture your opponents in the ring, says you aren't playing with a full deck of cards to me. On the flipside, it does look like all the time you haven't spent on being good at executive and rich person stuff, has been spent honing your skills. From a technical aspect you're top notch at joint manipulation and all the mat wrestling stuff that might give your average pro wrestler trouble. But that's where it gets really interesting, Ronnie. I'm not your average pro wrestler--Hell I'm probably quite below average at this point as far as the overall package goes--but like I've said before, my skills in this area are elite, my poise in the heat of competition is elite, my preparation and gameplanning is elite and I truly intend to prove that I can tap out anyone."
She appears dead serious about that statement, despite obnoxiously chewing gum while giving it.
" You might dismiss all this as bluster because you're much more experienced inside a wrestling ring, but it's not and that experience is a double-edge sword. Because I really don't think you've evolved one bit from the older tapes I tracked down and I kinda intend to prove that you're skillset is antiquated. So here's the long and short of it, listen close so ya don't miss it."
Bailey clears her throat.
"I don't much care for the way your style represents submission grappling, you make it come off like some weird freaky lesbo BDSM thing you get off on. So when I go out there, I'm not going to harbor any resentment or animosity, I'm going to carry myself the right way and school you through proper discipline, technique and physical superiority. It'll be a challenge, but one I can meet and ultimately use to show that preconceived standards of being 'high level on the mat' are starting to change; that's just how it's gonna be. So yeah, it should be fun!"
A beat.
"Well, for me, maybe not so much for you. Laters, see ya out there and see the rest of ya in the next round!"
Fin.