Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2022 2:58:51 GMT -5
There’s some things you can do in one and a half seconds.. You could sneeze. You could say the first part of the word “understandably”. If you’re a female you could have sex with any of Sonya’s upcoming opponents and know first hand what a one and a half second man is. One and a half seconds means none of those things to Norris, the man with the unenviable task of managing the anti pro wrestling activist turned pro wrestler against her will - Sonya Benson. For him, one and a half seconds meant one thing…
Progress.
Norris held the stopwatch and encouraged his client as she crossed the finish line and jogged to a stop, nearly collapsing, with her bodyguard Smith trailing her six.
”There ya go! Boom! Full one and a half seconds faster than when you started last month! Ever forward! Yes! “
Sonya couldn’t possibly care less though. She snatched a water bottle from him and greedily gulped it down. He toweled her down as she drank, but his increasing smile irked her to no end.
”Stop with that stupid look.”
She plopped onto the stairs and exaggerated the state of how badly worn out her legs were. Norris sensed this and swiped his phone out, thumbing it quickly.
”Oh shit! Oh shitting shit! Someone applied to be your trainer! FINALLY!”
Sonya bolted to a stand like she was fresh as a daisy.
”Ah-ha! Gotcha! I fibbed. No trainer. I knew you were faking.”
He slid the phone back into his pocket as she gave him looks that could kill with the same efficiency of a nuclear bomb. Norris felt a tantrum coming but luckily she spared him by huffing and plopping back onto the stairs.
”Running is so stupid. It’s bad for the knees. If I was trapped in a room with Hitler, Bin Laden, and the physical manifestation of running, and I had a gun with only two bullets… I’d shoot running twice.”
Portly ole Norris ambled over to her and sighed.
”I agree, but getting your cardio up and increasing your speed will help you survive in the ring, especially when you’re a woman fighting bigger folks. And, uh, not having much training to speak of. Oh and you’re definitely gonna need it in your next match because Swindle alone has already beaten Levy twice. You’re gonna need to speed into and out of the ring to break up pin attempts.”
She shot him a look. In her heart of hearts she truly didn’t know if she could do such a thing. She could get captured by an enemy team member and horribly brutalized! Norris already knew the look and threw his hands up with a shrug.
”It might be your only shot at winning. Damn, If only Giovanni and even Levy were credentialed, they’d be perfect to teach you since you can actually tolerate them and just like you they have class, but right now that’d be like making you learn to ride a bike on training wheels. You need a crash course to the top by certified trainers if you’re gonna speed through these last 20 wins.”
She nodded, albeit reluctantly.
”The only saving grace about this stupid match is that my partners are Giovanni and Levy. We're like peas in a pod. They are my poddies. Oh, and speaking of trainer, I think it’s time we use blackmail to make someone train me. I can’t believe those imbecilic meatbags with eyes are too stupid to accept such a massive payment from me. It defies logic, even for professional wrestlers.”
Norris nodded sternly in opposition to her remedy.
”Forcing someone to train ya is a horrible idea. They’d damn sure take liberties and try to injure you. How about we try a different approach? Maybe instead of throwing money at the locker room, you appeal to someone’s, um, heart?”
Sonya didn’t like that idea, but she didn’t shoot it down either. Norris realized he had her interest in it, so he grabbed her feet and began aiding her in cool down leg exercises, since the aristocrat still hadn’t bought into the idea of doing cool down exercises on her own after completing a run.
”Well? Go on. Spill it.”
Norris grinned like a proud father.
”Ross Hanson was a gullible little gooey gooey goody good. Naive beyond measure. Didn’t even accept your cash offer, yet he was willing to train you. He felt like you were worth it simply because you were willing to put the effort in. Ha! What a tool, right?”
She retaliated with a scoffing laugh then a frown, because Ross pulled the ultimate troll move and ditched her before the first day of training.
”People such as Ross are usually an anomaly in wrestling, BUT there are other tool’ish folks out there who just might be naive little goody goody gum drops! If you play your cards right, Sonya, you just might court them into your trainer. BUT, ya can’t appeal to them with money; they can’t be bought. Ya gotta speak to their heart, and I’ll be honest… it’s still a long shot.”
The woman who’d plunged so many promotions into the grave plucked her feet from his grasp and powered her succulent pleasure pillars to reach full verticality. Standing with hands on hips, she waited with an expectant expression.
”Uhhh, okay? Do you have any people in mind?”
Norris shot his index finger up with pause.
”I’ll tell you once you’ve completed your stair runs.”
That inherently bratty face of hers hardened into the renowned Benson bitch-face. Had it not been for her prior agreement to let Norris train her without protest in the basics of exercise she would’ve made him spill the beans right there on the spot. Turning, power-pouting, whining, the woman began her knee-hiking jaunt up the stairs fast as she could while Norris watched on delighted in yet another spark of progress.
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When Norris told Sonya about the special referee in her match, the man named El Puma, her beautiful brain started conjuring schemes.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Sonya, flanked by Smith and Norris, smoothed out her solid white GORGEOUS pant suit complimented by a white pleated double breasted blazer, and waited at the hotel door for the man to answer.
And answer he did, swinging the door open revealing himself in skinny jeans with his chest hair protruding from a v-neck shirt. His eyes grew to enormous levels as they took in the most stunning woman in this world and the worlds not yet discovered.
”(speaking in perfect spanish) El Puma, I’m Sonya Benson.”
She smiled that pearly white smile and extended her hand for a shake. El Puma surprised her by kissing the top of her velvet gloved hand like the old timers used to do back when the world was a lot more classy and civilized.
”(speaking in spanish) ARRIBA OH MY! Hello, beautiful mamacita.”
Sonya was taken aback by his remarks and general demeanor. It was so foreign to the usual knuckle dragging marble mouthed crap she’d heard from pro wrestlers.
”(speaking in spanish) Oh! Wow. Ok then. Thank you. And you sir, dare I say there is no equal to the handsomeness that floods my very view this day!”
He clutched his heart as if her compliment was so sweet that it killed him.
”(speaking in spanish) Unrivaled beauty and kindness unmatched? And perfect spanish? My beating heart has gone still inside me! Whatever could have found you upon my doorsteps? Do tell, mamaciiiittta.”
She could not believe how well this was going. Usually she’s met with disdain by any who she comes across in the wrestling circuit.
”(speaking in spanish) Well, Mr. Machismo, word from on-high is that you will be the special referee in my 3 vs 3 tag match on Project Underground. Let me guess, Ratman isn’t giving you referee pay is he?”
He shook his head no and adjusted his blue mask to get a better view of the beauty before him.
”(speaking in spanish) No. He’s paying me in taco and pizza vouchers. Oh and truck stop chilli. All I can eats. ”
The grin that spread across Sonya’s cherry red lips couldn’t have possibly gone any wider at hearing those words.
”(speaking in spanish) Well, well, well…. Those are delightful rewards, but I think they fall a little short. Your spot as the special ring adjutant in my match is why I wanted to see you. There’s a lot of people on the roster who want to hurt me, like, really really want to hurt me, like really badly. They want to make an example out of me in the ring. I’m just a helpless, defenseless girl being forced into this cruel world, but they don’t care. My opponents Archimedes, Swindle, and TJ are no different. Well, Archimedes might be the exception since he doesn’t take anything or anyone seriously. He’s busy parading around in daisy dukes and gobbling testicle cushions. He’s aloof and probably doesn’t know who I am. Swindle though? That guy is passionate about this deplorable craft. I’d venture to say he knows some wrestlers whose dreams I ended by shutting down their promotion. He alone could probably clobber my entire team. He’s undefeated in these matches. The man is gonna want to hurt me real bad in the match, so I was thinking maybe we can work out an arrangement? Surely you wouldn’t want to witness such a damsel like me getting harmed, right?”
The entire time she’d been speaking, she noted the dreamy stare coming from his eyes when he looked into her big blue pools of hope. El Puma seemed eager about this but scratched his masked head while casting a curious look.
”(speaking in spanish) Go on mamacita. Tell me more.”
”(yep, still speaking in spanish) Well, Ratman booked the match so that anyone can be tagged in by their teammates leaving the ring. This might sound like a blessing on paper, since theoretically I could simply leave the ring if I somehow get tagged in. However, If Giovanni and Levy get bounced out of the ring, my goose is cooked. Plus, do I even need to mention TJ Thompson? The man, no, the psychopath tried to use a chainsaw on someone. It’s terrifying. It’s a lose-lose for me. So, I come to you offering you a very generous amount of money AND gift cards. All you must do is make sure my team wins, primarily, or if that’s not possible make sure no harm comes to me.
He waved her off excitedly.
”(speaking in spanish) Say no more! I accept!”
He caught her off guard with his sudden acceptance. She looked at Norris, who was having a hard time keeping his smile at bay, and retrieved an envelope from him. She turned back to El Puma
”(speaking in spanish) Here’s a small deposit. Trust me, there’s more where that came from, and upon completion after the match I’ll throw in the array of gift cards too.”
He flipped through the impressive series of greens, his eyes growing wider with each passing bill.
”(speaking in spanish) Consider it done under one condition. I get all these things you said you’ll give me, PLUS I want one date with you. If you agree then no harm will come to you. I will not only defend your honor, I’ll even fight for it if need be”
She almost let the “ew. No” slip but caught herself. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
”(speaking in spanish) Um, well. I, uh. You see, there’s– ahhh damn it, fine ok yes it’s a deal. ”
El Puma leapt into the air as if he’d hit the lottery and did a mariachi dance, as if he somehow had a chance with her even if all the cards played right come match time. After exchanging a few more pleasantries the meeting was over and Sonya retreated back to her black up-armored SUV.
”What a mangy little fuck! A date? I still think we should have cut a deal with True Society instead. This bullshit Big Drip whatver-the-hell will be looking to send them a message at your expense.”
Sonya gestured airily at him.
”El Puma is the easier mark. It would have taken too much time and effort to cut a deal with True Society. Oh, and watch your language please.”
”Wilco, Sonya. I just dunno about the Puma cat, he gets beat up alot, so if he did try to help ya he might wind up doing nothing for you at all. ”
”Right. But as long as he’s getting beat up and I’m not, then it’s all good.””
Norris cocked a brow. Good point. He nodded.
End of RP
OOC: sorry for crap rp. I’ve been feeling like dookie lately and had rush it. If we lose have Sonya eat the pin please.