Post by PH RECORDS on Nov 29, 2020 17:24:44 GMT -5
It is often said that a demon wears the most tempting of disguises to entice wandering souls into the darkness to be tortured. The same can be said for decent enough souls getting their due by having good people or things enter their lives. The young woman who had opened one of her travel cases for the sixth time tonight to make sure she packed everything wasn’t sure of what was happening to her at the moment but at the same time she didn’t care. All she knew was that for the first time in a very long while she was excited. Along with being on her own for the first time and school starting up again on the 17th, she was getting ready to leave for her first wrestling show in a while. On top of that, it’s her first show in America and she was ready to make a great first impression. So many emotions were filling her head at the same time she could barely stand after zipping her case shut. Hearing her phone ping her eyes widened and she walked over to it, drawn to it immediately as had been the case recently. Before this, at least since moving, she would barely use it aside from the daily conference calls and brain teasers. Now she was glued. Following sending her response, she looked over some of the extra props she was set to bring for a promo, which caused a sigh to escape her.
“Maybe I should be more considerate with what I bring, especially since I’m sure I won’t be the one who ends up carrying it all, at least most of the way. This will definitely lead to my promo being less flashy, but I think that’s okay. Thinking of what someone thinks aside from my folks is weird, ugh.”
Putting her phone down on the counter, the woman lightly smacks her cheeks together as if to wake herself up from her hazy state.
“No time to overthink. I’ve mentally changed my schedule drastically and need to hurry if I’m going to get any rest.”
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A slow fade in brings us to a home office setting. The sight of a desk, a chair, and a beige wall greet us. These items are joined by a woman with short hair to match her petite size, her back turned to the camera. Dressed in a pleated skirt that’s just above the knees, long sleeved tucked in blouse, knee high socks and mary janes, all in black, she appears to be in the midst of adorning the wall with documents and pictures. A soft chuckle is then heard before she begins to speak while continuing her work.
“Some would shy away from showing the process they go through in order to give that special presentation of theirs. However I believe that the best way to truly make a connection is to give a glance into every aspect of the show. Now of course that’s not going to include me literally getting ready in a locker room because duh, but with all else, why not? I’ve got nothing to hide and those who have followed me on my decade long journey know that all too well. That reminds me, I am heading into a new territory, new company, so I have to make an introduction. How silly of me…”
Putting the finishing touches, the woman turns around, eyes locked on the camera as she walks over and takes a seat in the chair. She flashes a quick smile and then begins to speak again.
“Hello everyone, you may call me Zane, and to preface the full on dive into who I am, I’ll say that I’m the sort of harsh but still friendly reality of the wrestling world. What does that mean exactly? Well basically I get kicks out of chopping down the competition by revealing their truths, kicking tropes in the face, and setting all the masks ablaze. Oh and while I do that, I also let you know why you’ll all end up loving me. If you’re lucky you might even get some costumes and a dance or two. Now that we got that out the way, let me give more juicy details and get the first lesson started.”
Pushing the chair out from the desk a bit, Zane gives way for the camera to get a look at the document and picture covered wall.
“Now what you see behind me is the collection of notes and other scribbles about each of my opponents for Proving Ground. I’ll get to that in a bit though because since I’m the most important person in the match, living, undead or whatever I get to be talked about first.”
Scooting back in, Zane shoots a quick wink before moving on.
“Zane, the twenty year old wrestling prodigy with a decade experience bringing smiles to faces and twelve overall getting her brains scrambled in the ring. Shockingly despite this, Zane in her civilian form still manages a perfect GPA on the way to getting her B.A. in sports management focused business administration.”
Zane pauses, rolling her eyes and laughing. She regains her composure after about twenty seconds and continues.
“Okay talking about myself in the third person was weird, I don’t know how other people can pull it off no problem. As for the wrestling end of things, I’ve forgotten more than most will ever get to remember and have taken every turn on the road to being comfortable with who I am as an athlete and performer. That’s why I can be a little silly with all this. Wrestling is imprinted into my soul and after giving every type of gimmick a try from brooding to kawaii idol, I decided to throw it all out the window and just be myself. The decision may have caused my old man to blow a gasket since back in my home country I kind of became a brand but with just one chance at this life deal, I figured I should have fun with it. That and I chose to continue my career in a new territory. I gave my home and England a go so why not come to the United States. Now obviously there are reasons outside of wrestling that I’m here now, but this is going to be an interesting challenge and I thrive when it comes to those. You’ll find that out soon enough.”
Showing off that smile of hers again, Zane takes a moment to think things over, tapping her chin with her right index finger, lowering her hand and speaking once a thought hits.
“I could pull off the whole ‘I’ll let my ring work do the talking’ but the business has evolved to a point where if you don’t put a message behind the mayhem, or have someone do it for you, you’re not going to get very far. So here are some of the reasons why I’m awesome. I’m what some refer to as an adaptive wrestler. I’ve familiarized myself with several different styles and depending on the opponent, I switch things up. Basically if I’m working against someone close enough to my size, I can utilize more strength and leverage style moves while being all flippy dippy for the cheers I’ve become so addicted to over the years. Someone’s way bigger than me, then things change. Now I can’t go into too much detail but with every step I take, I absorb more information, more techniques so no two matches with me will be the same. So sorry to spoil the party for my current and future opposition but scouting won’t do you that much good when it comes to me. On top of that, I have full confidence in who I am and what I do. Win or lose, that doesn’t get the least bit shaken. Why? It’s simple, no matter what happens, I win by learning. Nobody is perfect and while I admittedly have an ego, getting bested here and there isn’t going to shatter me. It did in the past but then I was told an interesting quote from someone who was obviously a big fan of that band Queen. ‘Some days you can hit the high notes like Freddie and others you can’t. Either way you still get to sing.’ That kind of resonated with me so again sorry to everybody else but bringing up this and that won’t do you much good either. Another plus for me is that I’m pretty impatient. Seeing that as a good thing may raise a few eyebrows but hear me out.”
Raising her arms and motioning for those watching to calm down, Zane folds her arms on the desk before continuing.
“If I was an incredibly patient person in this business, I would be a fool and let others cut ahead of me on the road to glory. Doesn’t sound so smart does it? Of course not. I want to ascend to the top rankings wise, be the top champion and want to do it as soon as possible. That of course means I’ll do what I have to in order to get the win but no worries, I won’t be a jerk about it. Not unless you try to pull that trick on me first, then all bets are off. So the last reason I’ll divulge for now is one that needs no explanation. I’m a student and calculator above all else, so trust me when I say I got all the bases covered. Now that I got that all done with, let me talk to you about who I’ll be facing and why, despite them all being super talented, I’m going to be the one coming back to this very house with the win.”
Getting up from her seat, Zane opens one of the desk drawers, pulling out something quickly and closing it. She walks back over to the wall and approaches the first picture. With a flick of her wrist, the item she retrieved is revealed to be an extendable pointer. She whips it against the first picture before speaking.
“First up there is this guy Alejandro, which aside from sharing his name with one heck of an earworm, seems to be a very capable opponent with a chip on his shoulder. Well it seems more like a cape because judging by his past matches that I was able to watch, the guy has a head as big as my entire house. Not that oozing confidence is a bad thing, there’s just something about him that gives me the vibe of the irritating hubris will be the cause of your demise trope which is so blah to me at this point. Now while I’m not going to zoom in on my strategy against him, let’s just say that I’ve figured out fourteen different ways he can approach this match and have an answer for all of them. So while he may feel as though this match is in the bag, that bag has a giant hole in it that I cut with my squiggly designer scissors. Also yes I realize he can toss me like I’m a piece of paper but if you can’t catch your prey or have it coiled around you taking your breath away, you can’t do much tossing now can you. Next!”
Taking a few steps, Zane whips her pointer at the next picture but this time doesn’t look too amused as she goes on.
“So the second one I wanted to touch on is this Brandon fellow. From what I’ve seen he looks to be a dangerous guy coming in from the world of mma who will probably try to maim everyone in the match. Do I even need to get into this?”
Glaring at the camera, Zane huffs.
“Fine. Strong guys like this all have the same tunnel vision that causes them to lose touch of the beauty of competition and fall victim to their own animalistic nature. You make a mistake, you bet your buns I’m taking advantage of that. Since he’s not as complex of a competitor like our friend Allie, I only needed six different scenarios to jot down and find a counter for. Next!”
A couple more steps are taken and the pointer is whipped at the final picture before Zane moves forward with her spiel.
“Phoenix, my oh my you are interesting for several reasons. None of them actually include your wrestling ability funny enough. It was very easy to find your work online even outside the two matches you’ve had in Project Honor. You’re style not seeming interesting doesn’t mean I’m taking anything away from you as a competitor and actually see you as the wildest card in play. However I’m fairly confident that with the twelve different scenarios presented, I got your number. No my dear, what you bring in is a variable I’ve never come across before. The actual possibility that you may be an otherworldly beast. Granted it sounds crazy, but we know so little about the world that it shouldn’t be taken as an impossibility. So along with the strategies I have against you, I’ve compiled ways to incapacitate you based on all available folklore I could get my hands on in the allotted time given to prepare for this match. Although I could always make a pact with you to use the other two as meat shields and then have an honorable bout between us to see who wins. I get the feeling that’s not going to happen though so I just have to trust in the research and hope I don’t get bitten.”
Zane walks over to the desk, placing the pointer on it and then moving so she is in the center of the frame.
“So now where does this leave us? I’ve briefly covered my opponents, inflated my ego a bit and made such fun use of this pointer. It appears as though my job for now is done and in the morning I set off to Texas where the talking stops and the action takes place. I keep feeling like something is missing. Oh I know.”
Another chuckle comes from the young woman before she claps her hands once, causing the main light to shut off, leaving a single bright light hovering above her.
“A declaration that the spotlight is now mine. I’ll be seeing you all soon.”
Zane smirks once more in a sly manner before a simple snap of her fingers cuts the feed, bringing the scene to a sudden end.
“Maybe I should be more considerate with what I bring, especially since I’m sure I won’t be the one who ends up carrying it all, at least most of the way. This will definitely lead to my promo being less flashy, but I think that’s okay. Thinking of what someone thinks aside from my folks is weird, ugh.”
Putting her phone down on the counter, the woman lightly smacks her cheeks together as if to wake herself up from her hazy state.
“No time to overthink. I’ve mentally changed my schedule drastically and need to hurry if I’m going to get any rest.”
——————
A slow fade in brings us to a home office setting. The sight of a desk, a chair, and a beige wall greet us. These items are joined by a woman with short hair to match her petite size, her back turned to the camera. Dressed in a pleated skirt that’s just above the knees, long sleeved tucked in blouse, knee high socks and mary janes, all in black, she appears to be in the midst of adorning the wall with documents and pictures. A soft chuckle is then heard before she begins to speak while continuing her work.
“Some would shy away from showing the process they go through in order to give that special presentation of theirs. However I believe that the best way to truly make a connection is to give a glance into every aspect of the show. Now of course that’s not going to include me literally getting ready in a locker room because duh, but with all else, why not? I’ve got nothing to hide and those who have followed me on my decade long journey know that all too well. That reminds me, I am heading into a new territory, new company, so I have to make an introduction. How silly of me…”
Putting the finishing touches, the woman turns around, eyes locked on the camera as she walks over and takes a seat in the chair. She flashes a quick smile and then begins to speak again.
“Hello everyone, you may call me Zane, and to preface the full on dive into who I am, I’ll say that I’m the sort of harsh but still friendly reality of the wrestling world. What does that mean exactly? Well basically I get kicks out of chopping down the competition by revealing their truths, kicking tropes in the face, and setting all the masks ablaze. Oh and while I do that, I also let you know why you’ll all end up loving me. If you’re lucky you might even get some costumes and a dance or two. Now that we got that out the way, let me give more juicy details and get the first lesson started.”
Pushing the chair out from the desk a bit, Zane gives way for the camera to get a look at the document and picture covered wall.
“Now what you see behind me is the collection of notes and other scribbles about each of my opponents for Proving Ground. I’ll get to that in a bit though because since I’m the most important person in the match, living, undead or whatever I get to be talked about first.”
Scooting back in, Zane shoots a quick wink before moving on.
“Zane, the twenty year old wrestling prodigy with a decade experience bringing smiles to faces and twelve overall getting her brains scrambled in the ring. Shockingly despite this, Zane in her civilian form still manages a perfect GPA on the way to getting her B.A. in sports management focused business administration.”
Zane pauses, rolling her eyes and laughing. She regains her composure after about twenty seconds and continues.
“Okay talking about myself in the third person was weird, I don’t know how other people can pull it off no problem. As for the wrestling end of things, I’ve forgotten more than most will ever get to remember and have taken every turn on the road to being comfortable with who I am as an athlete and performer. That’s why I can be a little silly with all this. Wrestling is imprinted into my soul and after giving every type of gimmick a try from brooding to kawaii idol, I decided to throw it all out the window and just be myself. The decision may have caused my old man to blow a gasket since back in my home country I kind of became a brand but with just one chance at this life deal, I figured I should have fun with it. That and I chose to continue my career in a new territory. I gave my home and England a go so why not come to the United States. Now obviously there are reasons outside of wrestling that I’m here now, but this is going to be an interesting challenge and I thrive when it comes to those. You’ll find that out soon enough.”
Showing off that smile of hers again, Zane takes a moment to think things over, tapping her chin with her right index finger, lowering her hand and speaking once a thought hits.
“I could pull off the whole ‘I’ll let my ring work do the talking’ but the business has evolved to a point where if you don’t put a message behind the mayhem, or have someone do it for you, you’re not going to get very far. So here are some of the reasons why I’m awesome. I’m what some refer to as an adaptive wrestler. I’ve familiarized myself with several different styles and depending on the opponent, I switch things up. Basically if I’m working against someone close enough to my size, I can utilize more strength and leverage style moves while being all flippy dippy for the cheers I’ve become so addicted to over the years. Someone’s way bigger than me, then things change. Now I can’t go into too much detail but with every step I take, I absorb more information, more techniques so no two matches with me will be the same. So sorry to spoil the party for my current and future opposition but scouting won’t do you that much good when it comes to me. On top of that, I have full confidence in who I am and what I do. Win or lose, that doesn’t get the least bit shaken. Why? It’s simple, no matter what happens, I win by learning. Nobody is perfect and while I admittedly have an ego, getting bested here and there isn’t going to shatter me. It did in the past but then I was told an interesting quote from someone who was obviously a big fan of that band Queen. ‘Some days you can hit the high notes like Freddie and others you can’t. Either way you still get to sing.’ That kind of resonated with me so again sorry to everybody else but bringing up this and that won’t do you much good either. Another plus for me is that I’m pretty impatient. Seeing that as a good thing may raise a few eyebrows but hear me out.”
Raising her arms and motioning for those watching to calm down, Zane folds her arms on the desk before continuing.
“If I was an incredibly patient person in this business, I would be a fool and let others cut ahead of me on the road to glory. Doesn’t sound so smart does it? Of course not. I want to ascend to the top rankings wise, be the top champion and want to do it as soon as possible. That of course means I’ll do what I have to in order to get the win but no worries, I won’t be a jerk about it. Not unless you try to pull that trick on me first, then all bets are off. So the last reason I’ll divulge for now is one that needs no explanation. I’m a student and calculator above all else, so trust me when I say I got all the bases covered. Now that I got that all done with, let me talk to you about who I’ll be facing and why, despite them all being super talented, I’m going to be the one coming back to this very house with the win.”
Getting up from her seat, Zane opens one of the desk drawers, pulling out something quickly and closing it. She walks back over to the wall and approaches the first picture. With a flick of her wrist, the item she retrieved is revealed to be an extendable pointer. She whips it against the first picture before speaking.
“First up there is this guy Alejandro, which aside from sharing his name with one heck of an earworm, seems to be a very capable opponent with a chip on his shoulder. Well it seems more like a cape because judging by his past matches that I was able to watch, the guy has a head as big as my entire house. Not that oozing confidence is a bad thing, there’s just something about him that gives me the vibe of the irritating hubris will be the cause of your demise trope which is so blah to me at this point. Now while I’m not going to zoom in on my strategy against him, let’s just say that I’ve figured out fourteen different ways he can approach this match and have an answer for all of them. So while he may feel as though this match is in the bag, that bag has a giant hole in it that I cut with my squiggly designer scissors. Also yes I realize he can toss me like I’m a piece of paper but if you can’t catch your prey or have it coiled around you taking your breath away, you can’t do much tossing now can you. Next!”
Taking a few steps, Zane whips her pointer at the next picture but this time doesn’t look too amused as she goes on.
“So the second one I wanted to touch on is this Brandon fellow. From what I’ve seen he looks to be a dangerous guy coming in from the world of mma who will probably try to maim everyone in the match. Do I even need to get into this?”
Glaring at the camera, Zane huffs.
“Fine. Strong guys like this all have the same tunnel vision that causes them to lose touch of the beauty of competition and fall victim to their own animalistic nature. You make a mistake, you bet your buns I’m taking advantage of that. Since he’s not as complex of a competitor like our friend Allie, I only needed six different scenarios to jot down and find a counter for. Next!”
A couple more steps are taken and the pointer is whipped at the final picture before Zane moves forward with her spiel.
“Phoenix, my oh my you are interesting for several reasons. None of them actually include your wrestling ability funny enough. It was very easy to find your work online even outside the two matches you’ve had in Project Honor. You’re style not seeming interesting doesn’t mean I’m taking anything away from you as a competitor and actually see you as the wildest card in play. However I’m fairly confident that with the twelve different scenarios presented, I got your number. No my dear, what you bring in is a variable I’ve never come across before. The actual possibility that you may be an otherworldly beast. Granted it sounds crazy, but we know so little about the world that it shouldn’t be taken as an impossibility. So along with the strategies I have against you, I’ve compiled ways to incapacitate you based on all available folklore I could get my hands on in the allotted time given to prepare for this match. Although I could always make a pact with you to use the other two as meat shields and then have an honorable bout between us to see who wins. I get the feeling that’s not going to happen though so I just have to trust in the research and hope I don’t get bitten.”
Zane walks over to the desk, placing the pointer on it and then moving so she is in the center of the frame.
“So now where does this leave us? I’ve briefly covered my opponents, inflated my ego a bit and made such fun use of this pointer. It appears as though my job for now is done and in the morning I set off to Texas where the talking stops and the action takes place. I keep feeling like something is missing. Oh I know.”
Another chuckle comes from the young woman before she claps her hands once, causing the main light to shut off, leaving a single bright light hovering above her.
“A declaration that the spotlight is now mine. I’ll be seeing you all soon.”
Zane smirks once more in a sly manner before a simple snap of her fingers cuts the feed, bringing the scene to a sudden end.