Post by Arkia Fisk on Jan 15, 2017 20:59:16 GMT
MON - JAN - 9 - 2017
[NOT RECORDING]
The glory of having a mansion is the ability to be able to put whatever the hell you want in it. In particular, a state of the art gym in the basement including a full size ring as well as a standard MMA cage. An amenity that has been put to heavy use by the Jones’ family ever since the first day. Arkia Fisk-Jones starts her week there putting in due diligence for her cardio before the start of the day. Depending on the day she either prepares for her jet flight to Detroit to take care of her trainer duties or she stays home enjoying her time with her kids. This time around it's very different as she now has an opponent in wait and need to prepare for. By midday she’s back down in that same gym inside the immaculately maintained ring with the Golden Boy himself...Juan Ramirez. PW legend and homegrown. Empire great. Golden gloves, golden moves, golden lifestyle. Chris Andrew has boxing skills but does he have multi Golden Gloves winning skills. Arkia starts her week with one the best hands in the business, ever. They are family to one another not by blood but definitely in spirit. They’ve had their problems in the past but just like family does they’ve paved it away. Always love and support.
“Come on Keyz you know you got 6 jobs and you don’t get tired.” Juan pulls from the Kevin Gates lyrics with a smirk making her work as she keeps a quick motion with her combos. As Arkia continues to hit the pads he places in front of him he studies how she’s throwing her punches and watching her posture. “Getting lazy, getting lazy size up sis!” He calls out to her again and she responds with a hard right making him jump back. “OK! I see, keep that left up even though you putting power behind it.” He taps her left hand making sure all bases are covered.
“Alright the counters are coming be ready.” He continues to dance with here footwork inside the ring as she fires off another 3 punch combo giving him a chance to follow with a right of his own...the pad connects with her blocking left. “There it is. Them hands up. Just like that. Again!” Arkia rallies off four punches going low at the pad to the body. Juan quickly fires a jab pops her in the nose. “Ok now we getting cocky or not? Just because you land four doesn’t mean he can’t land one.” Arkia quirks her eyebrow his way at that statement as she circles out. “I ain’t hitting you four times like I’ll be hitting him.” This causes Juan to chuckle as he comes to a stop. “Sounds like you need to be really hitting me then huh?” He throws the pads down and walks over to ringside to start putting on his golden gloves. Arkia smirks as she smashes her green gloves together… “Now your talking.” DING DING…
TUES - JAN - 10 - 2017
BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! Spectators are amazed that these two women are still standing. Trading shots like full bar room brawlers but shaped like pure goddesses. BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! The kicks are traded back and forth and back and forth neither faltering inside of the HKW RISE Training Facility in Detroit, Michigan. Three of the four trainers of this establishment are still alive in the Iron King Tournament. The two women of the three are currently kicking the dead dog shit out of each other inside one of the many training rings. The optional training session has long passed and while they were there together current PW Rebirth Champion, Aurora Jansen, and PW Hall of Famer, Arkia Fisk, decided now is as good time as any to beat each other down to build up. Two deadly women with deadly legs. These are the moments that should be caught on video.
“Ouch Rori!” Arkia laughs while rubbing her thigh and returns fire with a kick of her own to Aurora’s midsection which makes her wince in return. “It’s not suppose to feel good Kia.” She chuckles in response and fires right back with a low kick to the meat of the calf. Kia hisses and smiles giving a shot back. Neither woman backing down and attempting to block obviously something they wouldn’t do in a real life sparring session but at this moment the game is withstanding the punishment with a smile and maybe a slight hiss. BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! “So are we allowed to start blocking yet?” Arkia asks. BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! “Nope!” Aurora answers laughing. BOOM! BANG! BOOM! Laughter and grunts of effort is all you hear from one end of the training center to the other. “We are going to knock each other out.” Aurora says with a smile. “YUP!” Arkia responds with a smile as well. Some of the oddest training in the world can turn out to be the best. Eventually both bring their legs down from their fighting stances and they nod at each other before circling around to start the REAL sparring, legs only.
WEDS - JAN - 11 - 2017
On this day, 2 years ago, Arkia achieved the greatest feat of her life and none of it having to do with a wrestling ring. On this day two years ago she became a mother. Having triplets in approx 25 mins. This day wasn’t made for any kind of training or preparation, it was made purely for celebration. Celebrating the wonder that is Stella, Thomas IV, and May Lynn Jones.
Arkia smiles wide as all their family and friends came to celebrate the gremlins 2nd birthday. The presents have already been unwrapped and with the sea of toys and young children playing with everything on the floor. Arkia’s husband, fellow PW Hall of Famer and 1st Iron King winner Tj Jones holds her hand with pride and a smile as wide as hers. He feels the moment giving Arkia a small kiss on the cheek before closing in on her more to overpower the noise that a party of this size brings. “Don’t think for one second you aren’t getting your work in today. After the party and us being good hosts we will work in the basement. You will be ready.” The way he said it put chills down her neck. One of the very few people Arkia has yet to beat professionally is her own husband. If he vows she will be put to work she will be put to extreme work and preparation. His speciality, counters and reach. Chris being taller and heavier than Arkia will get her used to the size and weight difference of the bigger man. A place Arkia has no problem working within. She turns to face her husband and can only nod with a knowing smile looking forward to it.
THURS - JAN - 12 - 2017
“Your legs can take up the space. Of course a jab is quicker but at the same time allow your legs to attack and make up for the reach.” Arkia’s youngest brother Daniel Fisk, a top 10 Macto Legion Championship MMA fighter, stands at the other side of her without padding or anything at all. Both of them in full fighting gear and she focuses on using the legs she worked to death a few days ago with Aurora. This wasn’t a full fledge sparring session...no. Daniel Fisk is currently in recovery off of injury from his last fight and now he’s here in his help to prepare Arkia for Chris Andrew. He sidesteps a moment getting beside her to watch her posture. “He will keep the distance if you allow it. You use your legs and movement. You use your quickness and continue your pressure. Corner him. Overwhelm him. Use your knowledge and experience. He can’t get comfortable if you keep him guessing. Level changes and discipline. No home run strikes your endurance can beat him out I’m sure.” He stands back in front of her. “You corner me in here. If you even have more room similar to your street fight from the first round still...pressure. Non stop. Come at me don’t swing nothing we focusing on the feet.” Kia nods and presses forward responding to his movement by cornering him and not allowing him to come forward. They continue this drill over and over and over. A continued focus as always when it comes to her career she never remains lax or unprepared. A young gun will come to know this soon.
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[NOW RECORDING]
“I remember those days. I do Chris. I really do. Don’t let the age fool you, you never forget your humble beginnings.”
The view of a beautiful sunrise over the water. Arkia Fisk is walking along a beachfront in full running gear with red/white Black Sparrow brand trainers on her feet. Sweat is already dripping from her forehead you see the intense dampness of her long black locks. The most important part being the focus on her face and the undying fire in her eyes. Her drive hasn’t changed it hasn’t changed at all.
“I first hit a mat at the age of 12. I was the only girl in the entire group. Stayed that way through my whole scholastic wrestling career. I was small and hard headed with an extreme attitude. A lot of that hasn’t changed with the attitude but as they say a hardhead makes a soft ass, needless to say mine got whipped on...a lot. Loss after loss after loss I spent the better part of my first 2 to 3 years losing. Getting my ass handed to me in ways I never knew you could. It’s a learning curve and to be a girl and arriving late I had a lot to catch up on. Fast forward 18 years later I am a Hall of Famer and one of the most respected around. Well, depending on who you ask. Can’t please everybody. Anyways, you Chris Andrew are 19 years old. I have been learning this craft, working this life, just about as long as you’ve been alive. But...that is what makes this special, we are not in a standard wrestling match. We are looking for the diamond striker in the rough. While you’ve been “brushing up” on your boxing skills. I’ve been a prepared scrappy little bitch for the better part of 2 years. See the old PW tapes if you think I’m bullshit. I’ve continued riding that striking bike never got off. Soon as I had my kids back to the hitting yes I sure did. Helping my brother prepare for his MMA fights. Helping my cousin prepare before he went big time too. Meanwhile, you a jumpoff, an upstart, a beginner in this wide world of wrestling have been doing just about everything the fuck else ‘cept preparing for Business…”
She feigns a look of shock as if saying ‘How dare I say that?’ as she continues walking along the sand. She ends the feign look with a knowing smirks clapping her hands together with a chuckle.
“I don’t lie ladies and gentlemen. I only have this to focus on. RISE has been off due to the upcoming supershow as well as the Young Guns Cup tournament most of my kids are participating in. Ever since the day this second round was announced I’ve been at work. In preparation. This is where the hustler's spirit comes back to bite Christopher. Don’t get me wrong I respect the hell out of it. 19 years old, struggling just to make the ends meet and keep the lights on. Like I said I remember BUT, there’s a thing called making a week count and spreading yourself too thin. No one likes light jelly with the peanut butter man! Doesn’t make a quality sandwich. My entire time consisted of readying myself for a striking war with a young upcomer who would be more than happy with putting a name like mine on his mantle. Meanwhile how has your past week been suiting you? Mmm…”
She pulls the strap around her arm holding her cell phone off taking the phone out of the plastic and pushing a few buttons. First shows a still photo of his downfall to Stacy Sterling in Karnage Pro Championship Wrestling.
“Here you have a week to prepare for business. This is the 10th. Instead you taking L’s to Lucy Lawless.”
A slight shrug of the shoulders as she swipes her finger along her phone. This time another still photo of his downfall to Declan Black in Seattle Pro Wrestling.
“Here you have approximately 4 days to prepare for business. This is the 13th. Instead you taking L’s to the guy Chris Hansen tells “Why don’t you have a seat over there” on a weekly fucking basis. I was honestly rooting for you on this one. Guy is every bit of indecency as there is and can be compiled into one person. But, you take the L to him giving you realistically 3 days to get yourself ready for me.”
Arkia shakes her head with a downed expression.
“Those are guppies you lost to hun. Nothing near or even compared to me. The life of a young upstart. Similar to my beginnings on the mat. Loss after loss after loss it becomes a pain. You do get a glimmer of light every now and then. Like the fact you dumbed down Ron Swat but here is your dose of reality. You were suppose to do that. Pork Chop, you were suppose to do that. Me...Arkia Fisk....Ms Business...THE Buck 150 Missy...every single legend in this company I’ve ever hit has felt it. Even Legacy who…”
She realizes just how uncomfortable she still is with that looking down for a moment and shaking her head.
“Fuck him. Anyway...Over a week’s worth and you will realistically get maybe 2-3 days of actual prep for me. Depending on how you feeling after these L’s. Meanwhile I’ve been in SD just enjoying the breeze and the need to make a nigga bleed. Ready.”
Arkia walks past the view of the camera and it gets the view of her backside before she turns around to the face the camera in a light backwards jog.
“Christopher....
and I mean this with all the respect and appreciation one competitor can muster toward another.
I’ma beat the shit outta you. It must be done. I didn’t come here to go out in Round 2 and you obviously have plenty of other things to do.”
[NOT RECORDING]
The glory of having a mansion is the ability to be able to put whatever the hell you want in it. In particular, a state of the art gym in the basement including a full size ring as well as a standard MMA cage. An amenity that has been put to heavy use by the Jones’ family ever since the first day. Arkia Fisk-Jones starts her week there putting in due diligence for her cardio before the start of the day. Depending on the day she either prepares for her jet flight to Detroit to take care of her trainer duties or she stays home enjoying her time with her kids. This time around it's very different as she now has an opponent in wait and need to prepare for. By midday she’s back down in that same gym inside the immaculately maintained ring with the Golden Boy himself...Juan Ramirez. PW legend and homegrown. Empire great. Golden gloves, golden moves, golden lifestyle. Chris Andrew has boxing skills but does he have multi Golden Gloves winning skills. Arkia starts her week with one the best hands in the business, ever. They are family to one another not by blood but definitely in spirit. They’ve had their problems in the past but just like family does they’ve paved it away. Always love and support.
“Come on Keyz you know you got 6 jobs and you don’t get tired.” Juan pulls from the Kevin Gates lyrics with a smirk making her work as she keeps a quick motion with her combos. As Arkia continues to hit the pads he places in front of him he studies how she’s throwing her punches and watching her posture. “Getting lazy, getting lazy size up sis!” He calls out to her again and she responds with a hard right making him jump back. “OK! I see, keep that left up even though you putting power behind it.” He taps her left hand making sure all bases are covered.
“Alright the counters are coming be ready.” He continues to dance with here footwork inside the ring as she fires off another 3 punch combo giving him a chance to follow with a right of his own...the pad connects with her blocking left. “There it is. Them hands up. Just like that. Again!” Arkia rallies off four punches going low at the pad to the body. Juan quickly fires a jab pops her in the nose. “Ok now we getting cocky or not? Just because you land four doesn’t mean he can’t land one.” Arkia quirks her eyebrow his way at that statement as she circles out. “I ain’t hitting you four times like I’ll be hitting him.” This causes Juan to chuckle as he comes to a stop. “Sounds like you need to be really hitting me then huh?” He throws the pads down and walks over to ringside to start putting on his golden gloves. Arkia smirks as she smashes her green gloves together… “Now your talking.” DING DING…
TUES - JAN - 10 - 2017
BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! Spectators are amazed that these two women are still standing. Trading shots like full bar room brawlers but shaped like pure goddesses. BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! The kicks are traded back and forth and back and forth neither faltering inside of the HKW RISE Training Facility in Detroit, Michigan. Three of the four trainers of this establishment are still alive in the Iron King Tournament. The two women of the three are currently kicking the dead dog shit out of each other inside one of the many training rings. The optional training session has long passed and while they were there together current PW Rebirth Champion, Aurora Jansen, and PW Hall of Famer, Arkia Fisk, decided now is as good time as any to beat each other down to build up. Two deadly women with deadly legs. These are the moments that should be caught on video.
“Ouch Rori!” Arkia laughs while rubbing her thigh and returns fire with a kick of her own to Aurora’s midsection which makes her wince in return. “It’s not suppose to feel good Kia.” She chuckles in response and fires right back with a low kick to the meat of the calf. Kia hisses and smiles giving a shot back. Neither woman backing down and attempting to block obviously something they wouldn’t do in a real life sparring session but at this moment the game is withstanding the punishment with a smile and maybe a slight hiss. BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! “So are we allowed to start blocking yet?” Arkia asks. BOOM! BANG! BOOM! BANG! “Nope!” Aurora answers laughing. BOOM! BANG! BOOM! Laughter and grunts of effort is all you hear from one end of the training center to the other. “We are going to knock each other out.” Aurora says with a smile. “YUP!” Arkia responds with a smile as well. Some of the oddest training in the world can turn out to be the best. Eventually both bring their legs down from their fighting stances and they nod at each other before circling around to start the REAL sparring, legs only.
WEDS - JAN - 11 - 2017
On this day, 2 years ago, Arkia achieved the greatest feat of her life and none of it having to do with a wrestling ring. On this day two years ago she became a mother. Having triplets in approx 25 mins. This day wasn’t made for any kind of training or preparation, it was made purely for celebration. Celebrating the wonder that is Stella, Thomas IV, and May Lynn Jones.
Arkia smiles wide as all their family and friends came to celebrate the gremlins 2nd birthday. The presents have already been unwrapped and with the sea of toys and young children playing with everything on the floor. Arkia’s husband, fellow PW Hall of Famer and 1st Iron King winner Tj Jones holds her hand with pride and a smile as wide as hers. He feels the moment giving Arkia a small kiss on the cheek before closing in on her more to overpower the noise that a party of this size brings. “Don’t think for one second you aren’t getting your work in today. After the party and us being good hosts we will work in the basement. You will be ready.” The way he said it put chills down her neck. One of the very few people Arkia has yet to beat professionally is her own husband. If he vows she will be put to work she will be put to extreme work and preparation. His speciality, counters and reach. Chris being taller and heavier than Arkia will get her used to the size and weight difference of the bigger man. A place Arkia has no problem working within. She turns to face her husband and can only nod with a knowing smile looking forward to it.
THURS - JAN - 12 - 2017
“Your legs can take up the space. Of course a jab is quicker but at the same time allow your legs to attack and make up for the reach.” Arkia’s youngest brother Daniel Fisk, a top 10 Macto Legion Championship MMA fighter, stands at the other side of her without padding or anything at all. Both of them in full fighting gear and she focuses on using the legs she worked to death a few days ago with Aurora. This wasn’t a full fledge sparring session...no. Daniel Fisk is currently in recovery off of injury from his last fight and now he’s here in his help to prepare Arkia for Chris Andrew. He sidesteps a moment getting beside her to watch her posture. “He will keep the distance if you allow it. You use your legs and movement. You use your quickness and continue your pressure. Corner him. Overwhelm him. Use your knowledge and experience. He can’t get comfortable if you keep him guessing. Level changes and discipline. No home run strikes your endurance can beat him out I’m sure.” He stands back in front of her. “You corner me in here. If you even have more room similar to your street fight from the first round still...pressure. Non stop. Come at me don’t swing nothing we focusing on the feet.” Kia nods and presses forward responding to his movement by cornering him and not allowing him to come forward. They continue this drill over and over and over. A continued focus as always when it comes to her career she never remains lax or unprepared. A young gun will come to know this soon.
$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$
[NOW RECORDING]
“I remember those days. I do Chris. I really do. Don’t let the age fool you, you never forget your humble beginnings.”
The view of a beautiful sunrise over the water. Arkia Fisk is walking along a beachfront in full running gear with red/white Black Sparrow brand trainers on her feet. Sweat is already dripping from her forehead you see the intense dampness of her long black locks. The most important part being the focus on her face and the undying fire in her eyes. Her drive hasn’t changed it hasn’t changed at all.
“I first hit a mat at the age of 12. I was the only girl in the entire group. Stayed that way through my whole scholastic wrestling career. I was small and hard headed with an extreme attitude. A lot of that hasn’t changed with the attitude but as they say a hardhead makes a soft ass, needless to say mine got whipped on...a lot. Loss after loss after loss I spent the better part of my first 2 to 3 years losing. Getting my ass handed to me in ways I never knew you could. It’s a learning curve and to be a girl and arriving late I had a lot to catch up on. Fast forward 18 years later I am a Hall of Famer and one of the most respected around. Well, depending on who you ask. Can’t please everybody. Anyways, you Chris Andrew are 19 years old. I have been learning this craft, working this life, just about as long as you’ve been alive. But...that is what makes this special, we are not in a standard wrestling match. We are looking for the diamond striker in the rough. While you’ve been “brushing up” on your boxing skills. I’ve been a prepared scrappy little bitch for the better part of 2 years. See the old PW tapes if you think I’m bullshit. I’ve continued riding that striking bike never got off. Soon as I had my kids back to the hitting yes I sure did. Helping my brother prepare for his MMA fights. Helping my cousin prepare before he went big time too. Meanwhile, you a jumpoff, an upstart, a beginner in this wide world of wrestling have been doing just about everything the fuck else ‘cept preparing for Business…”
She feigns a look of shock as if saying ‘How dare I say that?’ as she continues walking along the sand. She ends the feign look with a knowing smirks clapping her hands together with a chuckle.
“I don’t lie ladies and gentlemen. I only have this to focus on. RISE has been off due to the upcoming supershow as well as the Young Guns Cup tournament most of my kids are participating in. Ever since the day this second round was announced I’ve been at work. In preparation. This is where the hustler's spirit comes back to bite Christopher. Don’t get me wrong I respect the hell out of it. 19 years old, struggling just to make the ends meet and keep the lights on. Like I said I remember BUT, there’s a thing called making a week count and spreading yourself too thin. No one likes light jelly with the peanut butter man! Doesn’t make a quality sandwich. My entire time consisted of readying myself for a striking war with a young upcomer who would be more than happy with putting a name like mine on his mantle. Meanwhile how has your past week been suiting you? Mmm…”
She pulls the strap around her arm holding her cell phone off taking the phone out of the plastic and pushing a few buttons. First shows a still photo of his downfall to Stacy Sterling in Karnage Pro Championship Wrestling.
“Here you have a week to prepare for business. This is the 10th. Instead you taking L’s to Lucy Lawless.”
A slight shrug of the shoulders as she swipes her finger along her phone. This time another still photo of his downfall to Declan Black in Seattle Pro Wrestling.
“Here you have approximately 4 days to prepare for business. This is the 13th. Instead you taking L’s to the guy Chris Hansen tells “Why don’t you have a seat over there” on a weekly fucking basis. I was honestly rooting for you on this one. Guy is every bit of indecency as there is and can be compiled into one person. But, you take the L to him giving you realistically 3 days to get yourself ready for me.”
Arkia shakes her head with a downed expression.
“Those are guppies you lost to hun. Nothing near or even compared to me. The life of a young upstart. Similar to my beginnings on the mat. Loss after loss after loss it becomes a pain. You do get a glimmer of light every now and then. Like the fact you dumbed down Ron Swat but here is your dose of reality. You were suppose to do that. Pork Chop, you were suppose to do that. Me...Arkia Fisk....Ms Business...THE Buck 150 Missy...every single legend in this company I’ve ever hit has felt it. Even Legacy who…”
She realizes just how uncomfortable she still is with that looking down for a moment and shaking her head.
“Fuck him. Anyway...Over a week’s worth and you will realistically get maybe 2-3 days of actual prep for me. Depending on how you feeling after these L’s. Meanwhile I’ve been in SD just enjoying the breeze and the need to make a nigga bleed. Ready.”
Arkia walks past the view of the camera and it gets the view of her backside before she turns around to the face the camera in a light backwards jog.
“Christopher....
and I mean this with all the respect and appreciation one competitor can muster toward another.
I’ma beat the shit outta you. It must be done. I didn’t come here to go out in Round 2 and you obviously have plenty of other things to do.”
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