Post by G A G A on Feb 8, 2008 17:22:58 GMT -5
Bag. Check.
Water bottle. Check.
Keys. Check.
Over hyped and ready to get back to work. Time off takes its toll, and you can only stay away from the biz for so long. Granted it’s tough, you sweat, you bruise, you bleed, you get unbelievably split ends but as soon as you leave you want more.
On her first tenure in the biz she had lost 10 times before picking up a win. But when she had the win, for those three seconds as the ref’s hand hit the mat, the stage was hers. And in those miniscule three seconds, a glorified victory was hers. Now sure, there were much bigger and better matches on the card, but to her that was a big achievement. To keep a woman down for 3 seconds, and have the crowd explode on the final millisecond was the greatest feeling. It really made you want it more. The craving is insatiable. To better yourself is a limit which you can only reach with your heart and soul. You have to believe for the rest to believe. Now all that heart and soul stuff may sound crap but it’s not. You have to go into a match believing you’ll get the cover otherwise there is no reason to turn up. She’d come such a long way since that rather amateur first encounter with a blonde in front of a crowd of about 20, which at the time was the world. Her moveset had so drastically inflated. And it was awesome.
A call came from the bedroom as she started for the door.
Scott: Don’t go. I want a repeat of last night’s love fest.
He emerged smirking with her panties in his teeth. She giggled as she snatched them from his mouth and tossed them through to the bedroom.
Candi: C’mon you know I have to work.
Scott: But we need to celebrate the lovely fall we just had. The breeze is delicious and you do have a balcony….
Candi: ………….No! Ok. Im sorry but I really have to go; I’m really trying to work hard. Plus I need to deliver my good luck card to Yukio. And I really need to perfect my Vertabreaker.
Scott: But c’mon. You can go tomorrow.
Candi: But I need to talk to Thunder about strippage at Superbrawl.
Scott: Well we can discuss strippage. Im bored. Something or Someone has to be done…..
Candi: I can’t.
Scott: No, you’re not going anywhere. I need you.
Candi: You know what…. maybe we need to take a break Scott. I just need a little time to think.
He ran over, grabbed her and kissed her. She struck him across the face. He grimaced at her. Her eyes widened with terror as he softened his gaze.
Scott: Im sorry……..Ok…huhhhhh….. I never meant for this to happen. Im being selfish. Im so proud of you, honestly. After all you’ve been through. Im such an idiot…..
Candi: No, you’re not. Im being over-sensitive. Im sorry.
She kissed him on the cheek. He looked at her and smiled. He slowly began to unzip her jacket and kiss her neck. She just couldn’t resist that warm, tingly touch on her skin. She closed her eyes and tilted back her head sensually. Passion enveloped her. He hoisted her onto his shoulders as she let out a gasp. Into the bedroom they went……
She bounded towards the counter.
Candi: Flight to Detroit please.
Checkout Woman: Im sorry that plane just left. We have another leaving tomorrow first thing. Shall I book you on?
She sighed. She had missed work again.
Checkout Woman: Madam, shall I book you on?
Candi: Uh, no, thanks. It’s too late.
She grabbed her suitcase and stumbled over to the bench. She sat down and pressed her head against the smooth, cold, flawless glass.
It felt just like heart. Cold. Aching. Empty.
Her life was taking a dramatic albeit depressing bad turn. She really needed to get to work, and back into that warm friendly environment. She had missed out on so many house shows due to her not being able to get onto a plane and go to work and it was showing. She was bored, tired and depressed. He was destroying her. And that was not good.
Water bottle. Check.
Keys. Check.
Over hyped and ready to get back to work. Time off takes its toll, and you can only stay away from the biz for so long. Granted it’s tough, you sweat, you bruise, you bleed, you get unbelievably split ends but as soon as you leave you want more.
On her first tenure in the biz she had lost 10 times before picking up a win. But when she had the win, for those three seconds as the ref’s hand hit the mat, the stage was hers. And in those miniscule three seconds, a glorified victory was hers. Now sure, there were much bigger and better matches on the card, but to her that was a big achievement. To keep a woman down for 3 seconds, and have the crowd explode on the final millisecond was the greatest feeling. It really made you want it more. The craving is insatiable. To better yourself is a limit which you can only reach with your heart and soul. You have to believe for the rest to believe. Now all that heart and soul stuff may sound crap but it’s not. You have to go into a match believing you’ll get the cover otherwise there is no reason to turn up. She’d come such a long way since that rather amateur first encounter with a blonde in front of a crowd of about 20, which at the time was the world. Her moveset had so drastically inflated. And it was awesome.
A call came from the bedroom as she started for the door.
Scott: Don’t go. I want a repeat of last night’s love fest.
He emerged smirking with her panties in his teeth. She giggled as she snatched them from his mouth and tossed them through to the bedroom.
Candi: C’mon you know I have to work.
Scott: But we need to celebrate the lovely fall we just had. The breeze is delicious and you do have a balcony….
Candi: ………….No! Ok. Im sorry but I really have to go; I’m really trying to work hard. Plus I need to deliver my good luck card to Yukio. And I really need to perfect my Vertabreaker.
Scott: But c’mon. You can go tomorrow.
Candi: But I need to talk to Thunder about strippage at Superbrawl.
Scott: Well we can discuss strippage. Im bored. Something or Someone has to be done…..
Candi: I can’t.
Scott: No, you’re not going anywhere. I need you.
Candi: You know what…. maybe we need to take a break Scott. I just need a little time to think.
He ran over, grabbed her and kissed her. She struck him across the face. He grimaced at her. Her eyes widened with terror as he softened his gaze.
Scott: Im sorry……..Ok…huhhhhh….. I never meant for this to happen. Im being selfish. Im so proud of you, honestly. After all you’ve been through. Im such an idiot…..
Candi: No, you’re not. Im being over-sensitive. Im sorry.
She kissed him on the cheek. He looked at her and smiled. He slowly began to unzip her jacket and kiss her neck. She just couldn’t resist that warm, tingly touch on her skin. She closed her eyes and tilted back her head sensually. Passion enveloped her. He hoisted her onto his shoulders as she let out a gasp. Into the bedroom they went……
She bounded towards the counter.
Candi: Flight to Detroit please.
Checkout Woman: Im sorry that plane just left. We have another leaving tomorrow first thing. Shall I book you on?
She sighed. She had missed work again.
Checkout Woman: Madam, shall I book you on?
Candi: Uh, no, thanks. It’s too late.
She grabbed her suitcase and stumbled over to the bench. She sat down and pressed her head against the smooth, cold, flawless glass.
It felt just like heart. Cold. Aching. Empty.
Her life was taking a dramatic albeit depressing bad turn. She really needed to get to work, and back into that warm friendly environment. She had missed out on so many house shows due to her not being able to get onto a plane and go to work and it was showing. She was bored, tired and depressed. He was destroying her. And that was not good.
