Post by emmanuelle on Mar 24, 2021 22:58:17 GMT -5
Unipol Arena
Bologna, Italy
Perhaps a return to her mother’s homeland had done the young wrestler some good. After a few weeks of unanticipated struggle, losing to a man that she thought she would be more than capable of doing the job against, she felt vindicated in a way. She didn’t get the pin in the tag team match, Myojin saw to that with an assist from Emmy to make sure the pinfall wasn’t broken up. But it was winning that made her feel far better this time around. She could go to the locker room with her head held high. She wouldn’t see people standing around whispering about her performance...even if such people probably never existed in the first place. Just getting the stink of losing off her back was more than enough for Emmanuelle to step into a shower in Italy with a smile on her face, washing the sweat away as if she was washing herself clean of losing in general.
It was the most relaxed sleep that she had known for some time.
Estadio Azteca
Mexico City, Mexico
The end of a long, tiresome struggle resulted in Emmy successfully defending her WrestleWorld Shogun Championship. Hearing the roar of nearly a hundred thousand people was wonderful in terms of an adrenaline rush. That was the largest crowd that she had ever participated in a wrestling match in front of. She could only think of her time as a college student, going to the Rose Bowl, a stadium of near equal size and gravitas in the lore of North American sport, and watching her beloved UCLA Bruins play football. She had now a newfound appreciation for being involved in such an event herself, all the eyes fixed on her. Once a spectator, she was starting to feel something that she had never felt in wrestling: something akin to love. It was dangerous for her to feel this way. For starters, her persona was cool and calm at all times. She was there to make money and nothing more, not get entangled. Not to become a “mark for the business”, a derogatory term her mentor Carlos had passed onto her for people who fell in love with the business to the point of making foolish decisions. But there she stood, triumphantly holding onto her title, taking in the appreciation of Mexican wrestling fans, a notoriously difficult crowd to please in the great cathedral of Mexican sport.
She wouldn’t allow herself to get complacent. Her time in Mexico came to an end after a quick shower and a flight caught to her next destination. She had more work ahead, more money to make...and no time for revelry at her victory. The focus remained on the next task at hand, the next match on the schedule. Not long afterwards she got a text informing her of her next opponent. Another name that she had heard, but didn’t truly KNOW: Blair Regent. Well...it was off to Serbia next. It was a country she didn’t know much about and a city she had only seen on the news. With all her responsibilities, she was crossing more and more countries to visit off an extensive travel bucket list.
Such was the life of a pro wrestler.
Well, Serbia is a bit different than what I’m accustomed to. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful country with a rich history and proud people. I’m not a politician by any means and have no place in judging them or their lifestyle. There’s one thing that you notice when you look in their eyes, the Serbian people: they’ve been through some shit. Years of bloody conflict, scars seen and unseen. Even though years have passed since the wars that tore Yugoslavia apart and they have rebuilt...you feel their struggles and pain through it all.
That doesn’t have jack-shit to do with wrestling or my opponent, but it’s an observation that I’ve been able to relate to my own life. I grew up entirely different from these people, certainly without bombing raids and the threat of death or prison camps and the like, the stain of war is unique and all. But what I do feel is a connection to feelings, raw feelings, hiding just beneath the surface. It wasn’t that long ago that I was in the middle of a losing slump, not just on Proving Ground and in Project Honor but in WrestleWorld as well. Losing….well, it fucking sucks. And I was keen on getting that shit out of my system as immediately as possible. Thanks to Myojin, I was able to get that 0-for off my resume and notch a victory in the win column. So...what now? I’m still new here people barely know my name, I intentionally keep a low profile so I get to learn as many of the players around here as possible to gauge their strengths and figure out their weaknesses. I’m not on the Wired Consequences PPV and don’t have a title defense to worry about so what am I to do with my time?
Thankfully I got my answer with a new opponent, a new challenge, and a chance to build momentum presents itself in the form of someone called the Pop Punk Prince. Blair Regent. And...the more that I study this person, the more that I find that we have a bit in common. Now, does this mean we are copy and paste of each other? Fuck no. Blair is a bit more of a punk rocker type and obviously doesn’t share my taste in music from what I see. I’m a bit more on the glitzy side, both in the ring and outside of it. They’ve got a gymnast background, mine was more in things like swimming and water polo, basketball, things of that nature.
Now, far be it from me to notice that we have similar ambitions to make as much money in this wretched sport, but I can snuff out someone being in it for the money from a mile away. But there is one characteristic that sets us apart. Discipline. They fell out of love with academics and resorted to partying to try to “find themselves”. Me, myself? I decided to study...AND party. I graduated a year early, played a sport at the NCAA Division 1 level and was one of the most eligible bachelorettes in the So-Cal area. I didn’t let things like disinterest stop me from conquering things I was intent on pursuing. That’s the way I was raised, that’s the way I live my life. The only reason that I’m not sitting in a boardroom lording it over people like Blair is that I got an opportunity that I could not pass up: become a professional wrestler. And although they may be more experienced and have gone the lengths to face tougher competition here in the Proving Ground world, I have more than proven my worth every time I have set foot in the squared circle.
Within my very first full-time year of wrestling, I’ve already captured one prestigious title and am working very much on attaining more gold. But not to satisfy some ego drive. Carlos Rosso taught me a long time ago that titles are a commodity to get the paydays that you want. Project Honor is where the big bucks are, right? There’s so many dream matches just waiting to happen that I’ve not had a chance to taste yet. This is where you come into play, Blair. You’ve built up a decent reputation for yourself, right? You’re known and respected through this company.
Defeating you will keep up the momentum that Myo and I helped each other to create when we beat the big muscle guy and Car Boy on the last show. I understand that this is a one on one affair and that you have other things that you want to sit around and make weird punk music about, but I have to tell you I don’t really give a shit about any of that. You see, for me, this match is like a track meet. You think you’re fast? I’m faster. You think you’re more technically sound than I am? Try again. Think you’re gonna out-brawl me or anything? Not a chance in hell. You’re going to lose the fashion show, you’re going to lose the war of words and ultimately you’re going to lose the match as well. And there’s not anything that you can do about it.
This may sound like bold talk from a girl with one win to her record in a tag team match, but it’s bold talk from a girl with one win on her resume in a tag team match that is moving in the right direction. Unfortunately for you, that direction is right over your body. I don’t even know you personally and I don’t look down upon you at all. Buuuuuut….all you have to do is be in my way long enough to understand what I do to obstacles.
I find a way to overcome them. And if I can’t find a way...I make one.
See ya when I see ya.
Bologna, Italy
Perhaps a return to her mother’s homeland had done the young wrestler some good. After a few weeks of unanticipated struggle, losing to a man that she thought she would be more than capable of doing the job against, she felt vindicated in a way. She didn’t get the pin in the tag team match, Myojin saw to that with an assist from Emmy to make sure the pinfall wasn’t broken up. But it was winning that made her feel far better this time around. She could go to the locker room with her head held high. She wouldn’t see people standing around whispering about her performance...even if such people probably never existed in the first place. Just getting the stink of losing off her back was more than enough for Emmanuelle to step into a shower in Italy with a smile on her face, washing the sweat away as if she was washing herself clean of losing in general.
It was the most relaxed sleep that she had known for some time.
Estadio Azteca
Mexico City, Mexico
The end of a long, tiresome struggle resulted in Emmy successfully defending her WrestleWorld Shogun Championship. Hearing the roar of nearly a hundred thousand people was wonderful in terms of an adrenaline rush. That was the largest crowd that she had ever participated in a wrestling match in front of. She could only think of her time as a college student, going to the Rose Bowl, a stadium of near equal size and gravitas in the lore of North American sport, and watching her beloved UCLA Bruins play football. She had now a newfound appreciation for being involved in such an event herself, all the eyes fixed on her. Once a spectator, she was starting to feel something that she had never felt in wrestling: something akin to love. It was dangerous for her to feel this way. For starters, her persona was cool and calm at all times. She was there to make money and nothing more, not get entangled. Not to become a “mark for the business”, a derogatory term her mentor Carlos had passed onto her for people who fell in love with the business to the point of making foolish decisions. But there she stood, triumphantly holding onto her title, taking in the appreciation of Mexican wrestling fans, a notoriously difficult crowd to please in the great cathedral of Mexican sport.
She wouldn’t allow herself to get complacent. Her time in Mexico came to an end after a quick shower and a flight caught to her next destination. She had more work ahead, more money to make...and no time for revelry at her victory. The focus remained on the next task at hand, the next match on the schedule. Not long afterwards she got a text informing her of her next opponent. Another name that she had heard, but didn’t truly KNOW: Blair Regent. Well...it was off to Serbia next. It was a country she didn’t know much about and a city she had only seen on the news. With all her responsibilities, she was crossing more and more countries to visit off an extensive travel bucket list.
Such was the life of a pro wrestler.
Well, Serbia is a bit different than what I’m accustomed to. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful country with a rich history and proud people. I’m not a politician by any means and have no place in judging them or their lifestyle. There’s one thing that you notice when you look in their eyes, the Serbian people: they’ve been through some shit. Years of bloody conflict, scars seen and unseen. Even though years have passed since the wars that tore Yugoslavia apart and they have rebuilt...you feel their struggles and pain through it all.
That doesn’t have jack-shit to do with wrestling or my opponent, but it’s an observation that I’ve been able to relate to my own life. I grew up entirely different from these people, certainly without bombing raids and the threat of death or prison camps and the like, the stain of war is unique and all. But what I do feel is a connection to feelings, raw feelings, hiding just beneath the surface. It wasn’t that long ago that I was in the middle of a losing slump, not just on Proving Ground and in Project Honor but in WrestleWorld as well. Losing….well, it fucking sucks. And I was keen on getting that shit out of my system as immediately as possible. Thanks to Myojin, I was able to get that 0-for off my resume and notch a victory in the win column. So...what now? I’m still new here people barely know my name, I intentionally keep a low profile so I get to learn as many of the players around here as possible to gauge their strengths and figure out their weaknesses. I’m not on the Wired Consequences PPV and don’t have a title defense to worry about so what am I to do with my time?
Thankfully I got my answer with a new opponent, a new challenge, and a chance to build momentum presents itself in the form of someone called the Pop Punk Prince. Blair Regent. And...the more that I study this person, the more that I find that we have a bit in common. Now, does this mean we are copy and paste of each other? Fuck no. Blair is a bit more of a punk rocker type and obviously doesn’t share my taste in music from what I see. I’m a bit more on the glitzy side, both in the ring and outside of it. They’ve got a gymnast background, mine was more in things like swimming and water polo, basketball, things of that nature.
Now, far be it from me to notice that we have similar ambitions to make as much money in this wretched sport, but I can snuff out someone being in it for the money from a mile away. But there is one characteristic that sets us apart. Discipline. They fell out of love with academics and resorted to partying to try to “find themselves”. Me, myself? I decided to study...AND party. I graduated a year early, played a sport at the NCAA Division 1 level and was one of the most eligible bachelorettes in the So-Cal area. I didn’t let things like disinterest stop me from conquering things I was intent on pursuing. That’s the way I was raised, that’s the way I live my life. The only reason that I’m not sitting in a boardroom lording it over people like Blair is that I got an opportunity that I could not pass up: become a professional wrestler. And although they may be more experienced and have gone the lengths to face tougher competition here in the Proving Ground world, I have more than proven my worth every time I have set foot in the squared circle.
Within my very first full-time year of wrestling, I’ve already captured one prestigious title and am working very much on attaining more gold. But not to satisfy some ego drive. Carlos Rosso taught me a long time ago that titles are a commodity to get the paydays that you want. Project Honor is where the big bucks are, right? There’s so many dream matches just waiting to happen that I’ve not had a chance to taste yet. This is where you come into play, Blair. You’ve built up a decent reputation for yourself, right? You’re known and respected through this company.
Defeating you will keep up the momentum that Myo and I helped each other to create when we beat the big muscle guy and Car Boy on the last show. I understand that this is a one on one affair and that you have other things that you want to sit around and make weird punk music about, but I have to tell you I don’t really give a shit about any of that. You see, for me, this match is like a track meet. You think you’re fast? I’m faster. You think you’re more technically sound than I am? Try again. Think you’re gonna out-brawl me or anything? Not a chance in hell. You’re going to lose the fashion show, you’re going to lose the war of words and ultimately you’re going to lose the match as well. And there’s not anything that you can do about it.
This may sound like bold talk from a girl with one win to her record in a tag team match, but it’s bold talk from a girl with one win on her resume in a tag team match that is moving in the right direction. Unfortunately for you, that direction is right over your body. I don’t even know you personally and I don’t look down upon you at all. Buuuuuut….all you have to do is be in my way long enough to understand what I do to obstacles.
I find a way to overcome them. And if I can’t find a way...I make one.
See ya when I see ya.