Post by angelquinn on Apr 10, 2012 20:07:21 GMT -4
The drenched towel stained by blood lands hard across the locker and drops quickly to the floor making a sickening squish as it lands. An exhausted female body collapses down on the bench near the towel and leans her head back against the locker. Sweat pours through her black sweat pants and purple sports bra and drips to the floor. She move s her hand up to her forehead right below where her dark brown hair meets her skin and rubs the small gash left there. The sticky red blood, matted in her hair and plastered on different parts of her head, glistens as it mixes with the sweat. She winces in pain as she rubs the cut and lets out a big sigh.
Angel –
Just another day in paradise.
She rolls her eyes as she lets out a sigh. Paradise indeed! She’s just wrestled her 2nd match of the day and 10th in a week’s time. She’s traveled over a thousand miles, bouncing from show to show just to pick up a lousy fifty dollar paycheck at each one. That is, if she is lucky enough to have the booker pay her for that event. She grows tired of this life, but not of the sport. She loves wrestling more than anything, and has dedicated the last two years of her life to it. However, she’s starting to wonder what it’s all worth. She’s won match after match, beating guys twice her size and proving to be a dominant force in the territory, but it means NOTHING!
She’s waiting, just waiting for greener pastures, for somebody to call begging for her talents to be displayed on the big stage. But it’s so hard this day and age to be taken seriously as a woman in a sport dominated by oversized guys roided up on whatever new superdrug comes on the market. It’s hard to be taken seriously in a sport polluted by half naked supermodels flopping around in the ring for what they call “entertainment.” She refuses to do that, refuses to sell her body out instead of her talent just to get her face on the big screen. Though, at times it’s tough not to just give in to the demands of the powers that be who only want to see a pretty face. But she keeps fighting, she keeps going out there and busting her ass in hope that one day, somebody might take notice.
??? –
Great job out there sweetheart.
Normally anybody calling her sweetheart would soon be receiving a swift kick to the crotch, but Angelina looks up and sees the smiling face of Jack Thompson, the promoter who put on this little super show tonight that brought talent around from the area’s most prestigious indy feds. Jack was a good guy, who always respected her for her talent, not her breasts.
Angel –
The last guy who called me sweetheart may eventually get out of traction. Taking your life in your own hands there Jacky boy.
She smiles at him warmly knowing that Jack is one of the few promoters around who will actually book her the way she was meant to be booked. Most promoters want her to wrestle a strip down match, or a baby oil on a pole match, or worse….a bikini contest. But Jack takes her seriously. Today she fought against the PWA’s heavyweight champion, a man who has been undefeated for years and she battled her heart out.
Jack –
We both know that you’ll do no such thing to me. At least, not until you get this.
Jack tosses an envelope her way. Angel is shocked to just be handed the money she’s owed without having to hunt the promoter down and pray that she gets there before the rest of the greedy hands have left the promoter holding an empty purse. She doesn’t do this for the money, but a girl has to eat. Living in her car only goes so far and occasionally a hot shower is her only sanctuary from the realities of this cold hard career she’s chosen. She looks in the envelope and her jaw drops to the ground.
Angel –
What the hell Jack?
She’s used to getting stiffed, used to getting shorted cause the promoter just can’t afford it. It’s a fact of this life and it happens. But today, she struck gold. She stares down at the fat stack of bills, more than twice that she was promised and it causes her to suppress a tear.
Jack –
You earned it kid. Basher hasn’t been defeated in the 2 years he’s been touring this area, and you battled him for 30 minutes to a time limit draw. The fans were screaming for more. They want me to book Angelina vs. Basher part two for the show next month. PWA wants to bring you in for a title match at their next show as well. Unfortunately, none of that is really going to happen.
Angel’s heart sinks. OF course it’s not going to happen, she thinks. Who in their right mind would put a girl at the top of their card, and what champion would risk his reputation of losing to one? I’m sure Basher is putting quite the spin on this little match of his, excuse after excuse taking any chance to bury her further down the card.
Angel –
Can’t take a chance that a girl might prove to be more than just a glorified stripper in that ring, can they?
Her temper flares now as her face turns beat red. She knows this isn’t Jack’s fault and she knows that he fought tooth and nail for her, but she doesn’t care right now. Two years of earning her dues and she’s tired of being disrespected.
Angel –
I’m tired of this bullshit Jack. Is the poor little undefeated champion scared that I’m going to shove that title up his ass? I’m sure he’s doing everything he possibly can, pulling every single backstage string to keep me from even being booked on the same show as him. I’m sure he’ll bury me on the internet tonight, make up some story to make himself look good.
Jack bursts out in laughter and this sends Angel into more of a rage. All her pain and exhaustion disappears and for a brief second takes her adoration for Jack with it as she’s prepared to choke the life out of the man she was ready to hug. He shakes his head and holds his hands up.
Jack –
Nothing like that princess. It appears however that you won’t be available to wrestle in the Pacific Northwest area anymore.
What? Has it gone that far? Has she been blacklisted because of her refusal to demean herself as nothing more than a soft-core porn icon? She’s watched girls without even a tenth of her talent being called up to bigger promotions, even national ones just because they were willing to whore themselves out on Television. She knew that her principles were holding her back, but she never imagined they would cost her a chance to work at all. Her face sinks as she slopes back down in her seat.
Angel –
So that’s it? It’s over?
Jack looks incredibly confused, wondering just what is going on in that girl’s head.
Jack –
Over? Darling, it’s just the beginning. Come on in!
He shouts out to the hall and a man in a suit with a huge smile on his face comes waltzing into the room and shakes hands with Jack, both of them sharing a jolly laugh. Angel is more confused than ever now. What is this about?
??? –
Nice to meet you Miss Quinn….
He said her name, but she didn’t hear it as she was still trying to figure out what the deal was. She shakes the hand offered to her out of habbit as she tries to follow along with the words coming out of his mouth.
??? –
I represent Action Packed Wrestling… I assume you’ve heard of it?
She nods her head, who hasn’t heard of it But why would they be here? Probably to offer her a job as a ring girl or some sort of valet to some overpaid meathead. It wouldn’t be the first time a big time company came with the same sort of offer. But her answer would be the same now as it always has.
Representative –
We’ve been following you, watching you and we are very interested in what you have to offer. President Jeff himself sent me to offer you a position with the company as…..
Angel –
No thank you.
Both Jack and the representative looked shocked beyond all belief.
Representative –
Excuse me?
Angel –
I appreciate you coming all the way down here, but I am not a ring girl and I am certainly not a valet. So I respectfully decline your offer.
He looks at Jack confused who just shrugs at him. He looks back at her and shakes her head.
Representative –
Miss, I think you are mistaken. You see, Jeff and Reginald have sent me here to recruit you for Asylum…as a wrestler, a full time member of their locker room.
WHAM! It felt like a kick to the face. Her jaw dropped and she stood there stunned. Unwittingly she reaches her left hand over to her right arm and pinches herself hard. She grimaces from the pain realizing now that she is in fact not dreaming. There must be some mistake though, why would APW want her?
Angel –
If this is some sort of prank or practical joke, it’s not funny.
Representative –
I assure you that this is no joke. Here…
He pulls out a folder full of documents and hands them to her. She opens the folder and sees the first page that reads “Contract” at the top. The rest of the words blend together as her vision blurs. She finds herself sitting now, not realizing how she got there. She stares blankly ahead.
Representative –
I realize this is a big decision as I’m sure you’re heavily recruited but take all the time you want…
Angel –
I’ll do it!
The words came floating out of her mouth as if she didn’t even say them. Both Jack and the representative smile at each other, but it’s overshadowed by the beaming grin on the face of Angelina Quinn. Finally, after all her work, after all the blood and sweat…her dream was coming true.
The rest of the conversation is semantics. She understands little of what is being said as the visions of performing in the bright lights dances in her head. She’s leaving a small pond where she was a VERY large fish and going to the middle of the ocean as just a speck of an organism. She knows that the path ahead of her is most difficult, but she doesn’t care. This is what she’s wanted since she first stepped in a wrestling ring, and now here it is. It’s a tough road ahead of her, she knows…but she’ll be okay. After all, this is her destiny.
Angel –
Just another day in paradise.
She rolls her eyes as she lets out a sigh. Paradise indeed! She’s just wrestled her 2nd match of the day and 10th in a week’s time. She’s traveled over a thousand miles, bouncing from show to show just to pick up a lousy fifty dollar paycheck at each one. That is, if she is lucky enough to have the booker pay her for that event. She grows tired of this life, but not of the sport. She loves wrestling more than anything, and has dedicated the last two years of her life to it. However, she’s starting to wonder what it’s all worth. She’s won match after match, beating guys twice her size and proving to be a dominant force in the territory, but it means NOTHING!
She’s waiting, just waiting for greener pastures, for somebody to call begging for her talents to be displayed on the big stage. But it’s so hard this day and age to be taken seriously as a woman in a sport dominated by oversized guys roided up on whatever new superdrug comes on the market. It’s hard to be taken seriously in a sport polluted by half naked supermodels flopping around in the ring for what they call “entertainment.” She refuses to do that, refuses to sell her body out instead of her talent just to get her face on the big screen. Though, at times it’s tough not to just give in to the demands of the powers that be who only want to see a pretty face. But she keeps fighting, she keeps going out there and busting her ass in hope that one day, somebody might take notice.
??? –
Great job out there sweetheart.
Normally anybody calling her sweetheart would soon be receiving a swift kick to the crotch, but Angelina looks up and sees the smiling face of Jack Thompson, the promoter who put on this little super show tonight that brought talent around from the area’s most prestigious indy feds. Jack was a good guy, who always respected her for her talent, not her breasts.
Angel –
The last guy who called me sweetheart may eventually get out of traction. Taking your life in your own hands there Jacky boy.
She smiles at him warmly knowing that Jack is one of the few promoters around who will actually book her the way she was meant to be booked. Most promoters want her to wrestle a strip down match, or a baby oil on a pole match, or worse….a bikini contest. But Jack takes her seriously. Today she fought against the PWA’s heavyweight champion, a man who has been undefeated for years and she battled her heart out.
Jack –
We both know that you’ll do no such thing to me. At least, not until you get this.
Jack tosses an envelope her way. Angel is shocked to just be handed the money she’s owed without having to hunt the promoter down and pray that she gets there before the rest of the greedy hands have left the promoter holding an empty purse. She doesn’t do this for the money, but a girl has to eat. Living in her car only goes so far and occasionally a hot shower is her only sanctuary from the realities of this cold hard career she’s chosen. She looks in the envelope and her jaw drops to the ground.
Angel –
What the hell Jack?
She’s used to getting stiffed, used to getting shorted cause the promoter just can’t afford it. It’s a fact of this life and it happens. But today, she struck gold. She stares down at the fat stack of bills, more than twice that she was promised and it causes her to suppress a tear.
Jack –
You earned it kid. Basher hasn’t been defeated in the 2 years he’s been touring this area, and you battled him for 30 minutes to a time limit draw. The fans were screaming for more. They want me to book Angelina vs. Basher part two for the show next month. PWA wants to bring you in for a title match at their next show as well. Unfortunately, none of that is really going to happen.
Angel’s heart sinks. OF course it’s not going to happen, she thinks. Who in their right mind would put a girl at the top of their card, and what champion would risk his reputation of losing to one? I’m sure Basher is putting quite the spin on this little match of his, excuse after excuse taking any chance to bury her further down the card.
Angel –
Can’t take a chance that a girl might prove to be more than just a glorified stripper in that ring, can they?
Her temper flares now as her face turns beat red. She knows this isn’t Jack’s fault and she knows that he fought tooth and nail for her, but she doesn’t care right now. Two years of earning her dues and she’s tired of being disrespected.
Angel –
I’m tired of this bullshit Jack. Is the poor little undefeated champion scared that I’m going to shove that title up his ass? I’m sure he’s doing everything he possibly can, pulling every single backstage string to keep me from even being booked on the same show as him. I’m sure he’ll bury me on the internet tonight, make up some story to make himself look good.
Jack bursts out in laughter and this sends Angel into more of a rage. All her pain and exhaustion disappears and for a brief second takes her adoration for Jack with it as she’s prepared to choke the life out of the man she was ready to hug. He shakes his head and holds his hands up.
Jack –
Nothing like that princess. It appears however that you won’t be available to wrestle in the Pacific Northwest area anymore.
What? Has it gone that far? Has she been blacklisted because of her refusal to demean herself as nothing more than a soft-core porn icon? She’s watched girls without even a tenth of her talent being called up to bigger promotions, even national ones just because they were willing to whore themselves out on Television. She knew that her principles were holding her back, but she never imagined they would cost her a chance to work at all. Her face sinks as she slopes back down in her seat.
Angel –
So that’s it? It’s over?
Jack looks incredibly confused, wondering just what is going on in that girl’s head.
Jack –
Over? Darling, it’s just the beginning. Come on in!
He shouts out to the hall and a man in a suit with a huge smile on his face comes waltzing into the room and shakes hands with Jack, both of them sharing a jolly laugh. Angel is more confused than ever now. What is this about?
??? –
Nice to meet you Miss Quinn….
He said her name, but she didn’t hear it as she was still trying to figure out what the deal was. She shakes the hand offered to her out of habbit as she tries to follow along with the words coming out of his mouth.
??? –
I represent Action Packed Wrestling… I assume you’ve heard of it?
She nods her head, who hasn’t heard of it But why would they be here? Probably to offer her a job as a ring girl or some sort of valet to some overpaid meathead. It wouldn’t be the first time a big time company came with the same sort of offer. But her answer would be the same now as it always has.
Representative –
We’ve been following you, watching you and we are very interested in what you have to offer. President Jeff himself sent me to offer you a position with the company as…..
Angel –
No thank you.
Both Jack and the representative looked shocked beyond all belief.
Representative –
Excuse me?
Angel –
I appreciate you coming all the way down here, but I am not a ring girl and I am certainly not a valet. So I respectfully decline your offer.
He looks at Jack confused who just shrugs at him. He looks back at her and shakes her head.
Representative –
Miss, I think you are mistaken. You see, Jeff and Reginald have sent me here to recruit you for Asylum…as a wrestler, a full time member of their locker room.
WHAM! It felt like a kick to the face. Her jaw dropped and she stood there stunned. Unwittingly she reaches her left hand over to her right arm and pinches herself hard. She grimaces from the pain realizing now that she is in fact not dreaming. There must be some mistake though, why would APW want her?
Angel –
If this is some sort of prank or practical joke, it’s not funny.
Representative –
I assure you that this is no joke. Here…
He pulls out a folder full of documents and hands them to her. She opens the folder and sees the first page that reads “Contract” at the top. The rest of the words blend together as her vision blurs. She finds herself sitting now, not realizing how she got there. She stares blankly ahead.
Representative –
I realize this is a big decision as I’m sure you’re heavily recruited but take all the time you want…
Angel –
I’ll do it!
The words came floating out of her mouth as if she didn’t even say them. Both Jack and the representative smile at each other, but it’s overshadowed by the beaming grin on the face of Angelina Quinn. Finally, after all her work, after all the blood and sweat…her dream was coming true.
The rest of the conversation is semantics. She understands little of what is being said as the visions of performing in the bright lights dances in her head. She’s leaving a small pond where she was a VERY large fish and going to the middle of the ocean as just a speck of an organism. She knows that the path ahead of her is most difficult, but she doesn’t care. This is what she’s wanted since she first stepped in a wrestling ring, and now here it is. It’s a tough road ahead of her, she knows…but she’ll be okay. After all, this is her destiny.
