Post by Electra Stevens on Apr 26, 2012 12:47:04 GMT -5
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Scene opens showing an attractive blonde sitting at a desk, she looks perplexed staring at a computer
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My mind can’t seem to focus today. I wanted to take this down-time to work on my novel but all I can think about is what the hell I was thinking agreeing to come back to wrestling. The cursor on the computer is blinking at me, waiting for my direction. Without realizing it, I start to chew on one of my finger nails.
“Hey Boss Lady…” a female voice interrupts my thoughts
I look up, she frowns
“You shouldn’t bite your nails; you’ll ruin that lovely manicure.”
I know she means well, Holly has been one of my closest friends for a very long time. She knows me better than any one.[/i]
“I know, I know. I just wish that money was not forcing me to get in the ring again. I thought that I was done, truly retired from all the bullshit.”
Holly gives me a little half smile, I guess she’s trying to reassure me.
“It’s not forever. A couple matches and you can hang it up for good, concentrate on the novel.”
She giggles a little.
“Yeah. Not sure if it will only be a couple matches. I’m completely broke Holly.”
“You can’t be completely broke…..”
I give her a half smile, half grimace “Yes, nothing left, I don’t even know if I can pay you for your assistance.”
“I know.” She looks down at her feet a minute. “I may have to find another job….”
“I’m sorry Holly….I have to take care myself first…”
"I’m not complaining Lexi. Just telling you that I can’t work for free.”
I wanted to change the subject before Holly started getting upset. She did tend to let things bother her far too much.
“I watched the other roster members in the ring. I have some tough competition. And I’m a bit rusty. It’s been 8 years since I left….”
“I’m sure it will all come back to you”
“Like riding a bike…” I can’t help but smile. Holly starts to laugh.
When she’s done, she sighs and waves her hand.[/i][/color]
“I just wanted to say hi before I head out. I’ll see you later for dinner right?”
“Yup. I don’t have plans. I’m single again.” I hate being by myself
Holly walks over and tries to comfort me with a hand on my shoulder. I’m not in the mood for a hug and she senses that.
“Listen, honey, you shouldn’t stress yourself out about it okay? You know what; we’ll go out tonight, get shit-faced and hit on some hot twenty-year olds at a club. It will make you feel better….”
She smiles, waiting, expecting me to be excited. In fact I think I’m too old for that shit but I couldn’t blame Holly…she was professionally single. Instead I offer her a fake smile. She believes it, waves and leaves my apartment. I look back to the screen; the damn cursor is still blinking at me. I’ve had enough. I’m not going to get anything done just staring at it, so I decide to just go for a walk.
I start down the stairs of my apartment building. My apartment is small and near the back, it’s what I could afford. My Ex had tried to get me to take the big one when I was moving in but I said I didn’t need it
I recall my last match 8 years ago. A no DQ match with a woman whose name I couldn’t remember. I’d lost. By the end of the match I’d been running on fear, adrenaline and stubbornness. I could feel every shot that my body had taken and it was not happy about it. The next day I had felt every bruise. Everyone underestimates bruises. They hurt; they hurt worse because I’d slept on them. There is nothing quite like waking up after a good beating. It’s kind of like a hangover that covers your entire body. It was why I had decided that my time was done in the fighting aspect of the wrestling world.
I had my doubts about whether I could do it all again. Back then I’d been Fierce. Determined. I was definitely a take no shit kind of girl. I wasn’t one of those wanna be trash whores with a health club tan posing as a wrestler, when all they really were, were glorified whack-off fantasies for the fans. The point was, I had been different, and I was different. I didn’t come out waving my tits around or exposing my ass. I worked hard to prove I could be just as good as the men and I didn’t need my female anatomy to get me noticed.
I wasn’t going to just give this a half effort. All of them probably expect I’ll be an easy target because of my extended leave of absence. I was going to give this everything I had, and I was going to try my damn hardest to win my first match right out of the starting gate. I had no idea what the executives have planned for me, although they seemed excited to have me on board. Everyone has flaws that you can manipulate. It was going to be time to pull the ace from my sleeve.
By now, I’ve walked the sidewalk to its end. There’s a path leading right down to the waterfront I can see the starting of summer in Toronto. My favourite time of year. I was craving my bikini and Mai Tai’s by the pool, with a gorgeous piece of man candy beside me. It wouldn’t be long until I could bask in summer heat and hopefully by summer, I’d be done with the fighting and just focus on my writing. And…God willing, on my way to being a notable Author.
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Scene opens showing an attractive blonde sitting at a desk, she looks perplexed staring at a computer
***~***
My mind can’t seem to focus today. I wanted to take this down-time to work on my novel but all I can think about is what the hell I was thinking agreeing to come back to wrestling. The cursor on the computer is blinking at me, waiting for my direction. Without realizing it, I start to chew on one of my finger nails.
“Hey Boss Lady…” a female voice interrupts my thoughts
I look up, she frowns
“You shouldn’t bite your nails; you’ll ruin that lovely manicure.”
I know she means well, Holly has been one of my closest friends for a very long time. She knows me better than any one.[/i]
“I know, I know. I just wish that money was not forcing me to get in the ring again. I thought that I was done, truly retired from all the bullshit.”
Holly gives me a little half smile, I guess she’s trying to reassure me.
“It’s not forever. A couple matches and you can hang it up for good, concentrate on the novel.”
She giggles a little.
“Yeah. Not sure if it will only be a couple matches. I’m completely broke Holly.”
“You can’t be completely broke…..”
I give her a half smile, half grimace “Yes, nothing left, I don’t even know if I can pay you for your assistance.”
“I know.” She looks down at her feet a minute. “I may have to find another job….”
“I’m sorry Holly….I have to take care myself first…”
"I’m not complaining Lexi. Just telling you that I can’t work for free.”
I wanted to change the subject before Holly started getting upset. She did tend to let things bother her far too much.
“I watched the other roster members in the ring. I have some tough competition. And I’m a bit rusty. It’s been 8 years since I left….”
“I’m sure it will all come back to you”
“Like riding a bike…” I can’t help but smile. Holly starts to laugh.
When she’s done, she sighs and waves her hand.[/i][/color]
“I just wanted to say hi before I head out. I’ll see you later for dinner right?”
“Yup. I don’t have plans. I’m single again.” I hate being by myself
Holly walks over and tries to comfort me with a hand on my shoulder. I’m not in the mood for a hug and she senses that.
“Listen, honey, you shouldn’t stress yourself out about it okay? You know what; we’ll go out tonight, get shit-faced and hit on some hot twenty-year olds at a club. It will make you feel better….”
She smiles, waiting, expecting me to be excited. In fact I think I’m too old for that shit but I couldn’t blame Holly…she was professionally single. Instead I offer her a fake smile. She believes it, waves and leaves my apartment. I look back to the screen; the damn cursor is still blinking at me. I’ve had enough. I’m not going to get anything done just staring at it, so I decide to just go for a walk.
I start down the stairs of my apartment building. My apartment is small and near the back, it’s what I could afford. My Ex had tried to get me to take the big one when I was moving in but I said I didn’t need it
I recall my last match 8 years ago. A no DQ match with a woman whose name I couldn’t remember. I’d lost. By the end of the match I’d been running on fear, adrenaline and stubbornness. I could feel every shot that my body had taken and it was not happy about it. The next day I had felt every bruise. Everyone underestimates bruises. They hurt; they hurt worse because I’d slept on them. There is nothing quite like waking up after a good beating. It’s kind of like a hangover that covers your entire body. It was why I had decided that my time was done in the fighting aspect of the wrestling world.
I had my doubts about whether I could do it all again. Back then I’d been Fierce. Determined. I was definitely a take no shit kind of girl. I wasn’t one of those wanna be trash whores with a health club tan posing as a wrestler, when all they really were, were glorified whack-off fantasies for the fans. The point was, I had been different, and I was different. I didn’t come out waving my tits around or exposing my ass. I worked hard to prove I could be just as good as the men and I didn’t need my female anatomy to get me noticed.
I wasn’t going to just give this a half effort. All of them probably expect I’ll be an easy target because of my extended leave of absence. I was going to give this everything I had, and I was going to try my damn hardest to win my first match right out of the starting gate. I had no idea what the executives have planned for me, although they seemed excited to have me on board. Everyone has flaws that you can manipulate. It was going to be time to pull the ace from my sleeve.
By now, I’ve walked the sidewalk to its end. There’s a path leading right down to the waterfront I can see the starting of summer in Toronto. My favourite time of year. I was craving my bikini and Mai Tai’s by the pool, with a gorgeous piece of man candy beside me. It wouldn’t be long until I could bask in summer heat and hopefully by summer, I’d be done with the fighting and just focus on my writing. And…God willing, on my way to being a notable Author.
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