Post by Robbie A on Jan 2, 2022 13:32:12 GMT -5
New Orleans, Louisiana. 01st January, 2022.
“It’s time.” Says the voice of a man. We are still cut in black.
“Really?” Replies a woman.
“I got the call yesterday, but thought it would be better to let you rest, enjoy the celebrations, I know this is the first time you’ve spent New Year’s away from your mother, so I didn’t want to compound that.”
“Thank you, but you really didn’t need to. I’m not something you need to protect.”
The man laughs.
“Oh believe me, Trixie, I know, I know full well.”
We finally fade in to see The Academy gym, UP Wrestling’s newest signing, Trixie Mars don’s boxing gloves and has seemingly been doing bag work. Rob Arnold is also in view, he’s certainly dressed for business, not pleasure.
“So when do we head out?” Trixie inquires, stepping away from the bag to look at her manager fully.
“Tomorrow morning, I want to head out as early as possible because we’ve not had too much time to check out The Sahara Events Center. I’d like us both, but you especially to get used to the surroundings because the company seems to operate almost all of it’s shows from there, so you’re going to need to like it there, kid!” They exchange a smirk.
“That’s fine, I assume we’ll split our time here and there?”
“That’s correct, why?” Arnold raises an eyebrow.
“Well, I quite like it here, to be honest I was a little upset you didn’t sign me to Next Level Wrestling.”
“Trixie, firstly, the idea of you and Riley Richards spending too much time together quite frankly scares me more than my ex-wife does. The two of you, the over confident millennials that you are would probably drive me to question my own existence within a week. Secondly, I don’t believe in having all my eggs in one basket. Finally, UP Wrestling has been on my radar for a while now, and I have wanted to bring The Academy there for the same amount of time. I could have sent you anywhere, FIRESIDE, J-Rok, NLW, any of them…but I wanted you here. Remember one of the first things I told you when we met?”
“Sometimes I just have to trust you.”
“Bingo.” Rob smirks and taps his head knowingly, which draws a sigh from Mars.
“And that’s fine, I just like to know from time to time a little bit of the plan, boss!”
“The plan is to keep improving your abilities and turn you into a star. Riley Richards and Leon Chant? Success stories, and in the case of Riley he was even more raw than you when he came and found me. I watched you tear up the Pacific North West but those guys are not in the same league as what we have here, and certainly not in your league, Trixie.”
Mars nods in agreement.
“So who’s first?”
“A man called Bubba.”
They both pause and Arnold looks a touch embarrassed.
“…Boss, why does he sound like the guys I was facing before?”
“…because he kind of is…sorry Trix.” He sighs. “But that happens in new places, I was hoping they would throw you up against somebody with a bit more pedigree, but that’s how it is a lot of times. But listen, that’s okay, they want you to go out and make a statement, they want to measure you up and see just how for real you are.”
“How real I am? How for real I am?” She chuckles to herself. “You sure about that?”
Arnold straightens up a bit under her challenge.
“What are you suggesting?”
“Look, you’ve been great in bringing me in to the fold, you’ve treated me real well and I can’t thank you enough, but even with your pull I can’t pretend I’m not used to people doubting me. I’m sure you went to bat for me but they’ll still doubt me…that is until I keep being the Bubba’s-“
“He has a tag team partner called Tater.” Arnold chips in.
“...Of course he does.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s fine, give me the Bubba’s, give me the Taters, give me the nobodies-“
“He’s here too.”
“Who?"
“Joe Nobody.” The joke goes slightly over Trixie's head...but Rob Arnold and Joe Nobody have cross paths before.
“…Ugh…well look, give me them all, let me tick their stupid boxes until the numbers start adding up, win after win, until they have no choice but to start giving me real opportunities. And even then, they’ll still expect me to fail, they’ll still want to hold me back.”
She puts a couple punches into the bag.
“But it’s nothing new. You know what else isn’t new to me? Succeeding anyway. The Emerald Underdog they like to call me, and I hated that nickname to start with, I hated the idea of being expected to lose, but now I wear it as a badge of honour. They called me that…and still lost. And UP Wrestling, as excited as I am to be going there…if they think I’ll settle for the Bubba’s of this world…they’re going to be in for a big surprise.”
Trixie huffs, but Arnold simply smiles.
“Sorry, I should be more respectful, but I’m just tired of being doubted.”
“Don’t apologise, that’s the attitude I want. Make sure you pack it with all your gear…I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
Rob leaves, and we fade out as Trixie resumes her bag work.
“It’s time.” Says the voice of a man. We are still cut in black.
“Really?” Replies a woman.
“I got the call yesterday, but thought it would be better to let you rest, enjoy the celebrations, I know this is the first time you’ve spent New Year’s away from your mother, so I didn’t want to compound that.”
“Thank you, but you really didn’t need to. I’m not something you need to protect.”
The man laughs.
“Oh believe me, Trixie, I know, I know full well.”
We finally fade in to see The Academy gym, UP Wrestling’s newest signing, Trixie Mars don’s boxing gloves and has seemingly been doing bag work. Rob Arnold is also in view, he’s certainly dressed for business, not pleasure.
“So when do we head out?” Trixie inquires, stepping away from the bag to look at her manager fully.
“Tomorrow morning, I want to head out as early as possible because we’ve not had too much time to check out The Sahara Events Center. I’d like us both, but you especially to get used to the surroundings because the company seems to operate almost all of it’s shows from there, so you’re going to need to like it there, kid!” They exchange a smirk.
“That’s fine, I assume we’ll split our time here and there?”
“That’s correct, why?” Arnold raises an eyebrow.
“Well, I quite like it here, to be honest I was a little upset you didn’t sign me to Next Level Wrestling.”
“Trixie, firstly, the idea of you and Riley Richards spending too much time together quite frankly scares me more than my ex-wife does. The two of you, the over confident millennials that you are would probably drive me to question my own existence within a week. Secondly, I don’t believe in having all my eggs in one basket. Finally, UP Wrestling has been on my radar for a while now, and I have wanted to bring The Academy there for the same amount of time. I could have sent you anywhere, FIRESIDE, J-Rok, NLW, any of them…but I wanted you here. Remember one of the first things I told you when we met?”
“Sometimes I just have to trust you.”
“Bingo.” Rob smirks and taps his head knowingly, which draws a sigh from Mars.
“And that’s fine, I just like to know from time to time a little bit of the plan, boss!”
“The plan is to keep improving your abilities and turn you into a star. Riley Richards and Leon Chant? Success stories, and in the case of Riley he was even more raw than you when he came and found me. I watched you tear up the Pacific North West but those guys are not in the same league as what we have here, and certainly not in your league, Trixie.”
Mars nods in agreement.
“So who’s first?”
“A man called Bubba.”
They both pause and Arnold looks a touch embarrassed.
“…Boss, why does he sound like the guys I was facing before?”
“…because he kind of is…sorry Trix.” He sighs. “But that happens in new places, I was hoping they would throw you up against somebody with a bit more pedigree, but that’s how it is a lot of times. But listen, that’s okay, they want you to go out and make a statement, they want to measure you up and see just how for real you are.”
“How real I am? How for real I am?” She chuckles to herself. “You sure about that?”
Arnold straightens up a bit under her challenge.
“What are you suggesting?”
“Look, you’ve been great in bringing me in to the fold, you’ve treated me real well and I can’t thank you enough, but even with your pull I can’t pretend I’m not used to people doubting me. I’m sure you went to bat for me but they’ll still doubt me…that is until I keep being the Bubba’s-“
“He has a tag team partner called Tater.” Arnold chips in.
“...Of course he does.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s fine, give me the Bubba’s, give me the Taters, give me the nobodies-“
“He’s here too.”
“Who?"
“Joe Nobody.” The joke goes slightly over Trixie's head...but Rob Arnold and Joe Nobody have cross paths before.
“…Ugh…well look, give me them all, let me tick their stupid boxes until the numbers start adding up, win after win, until they have no choice but to start giving me real opportunities. And even then, they’ll still expect me to fail, they’ll still want to hold me back.”
She puts a couple punches into the bag.
“But it’s nothing new. You know what else isn’t new to me? Succeeding anyway. The Emerald Underdog they like to call me, and I hated that nickname to start with, I hated the idea of being expected to lose, but now I wear it as a badge of honour. They called me that…and still lost. And UP Wrestling, as excited as I am to be going there…if they think I’ll settle for the Bubba’s of this world…they’re going to be in for a big surprise.”
Trixie huffs, but Arnold simply smiles.
“Sorry, I should be more respectful, but I’m just tired of being doubted.”
“Don’t apologise, that’s the attitude I want. Make sure you pack it with all your gear…I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
Rob leaves, and we fade out as Trixie resumes her bag work.
