Post by Robbie A on Feb 4, 2022 13:47:37 GMT -5
Fade into Trixie Mars on a jog through the River Mountains Trail Loop. Headphones in, laser focused, sweat pouring, it's clear she's been running a while. As we follow her, we hear her on a voiceover.
Setbacks…Everybody gets them, in life. They come in all shapes and sizes, and can have all kinds of effect on a person. I’ve had a number of setbacks. I never had a dad, he split before I was even born. That got hard at times, they say there’s nothing as cruel as school children and I can certainly attest to that. Sure, looking back, some of the hate I got was pathetic, but to a six year old on the playground? That’s emotional bullets right there. Then when your backwards ass school does a “Daddy-Daughter dance” like it’s still the goddamn eighties, yeah, that get’s a little hard too. But you know what? I realised pretty quickly that my mom rocked so damn hard it didn’t matter that I never met him, or knew him.
Setbacks…Like being the only person in your friendship group interested in sports. I loved all sorts, hockey, soccer, and of course, wrestling. But I had nobody to share them with. I played a bit of soccer, sure, but none of my friends were really interested, and to be blunt the girls didn’t like a pretty girl being any good, so back came there daddy jibes. So what to do? Sure I’d enjoy watching it all, and hey the internet is great to chat to fellow fans, but when all your friends want to talk about around the lunch table is boys and whatever a Kardashian is and does, it’s hard to be enthusiastic.
Setbacks…like being told that a career in professional wrestling isn’t going to be achievable. Being told that there’s a million and one women just like me, and that to success I need to have some form of X-Factor. Being told that I’m not tall enough, not fast enough, not physical enough, and one idiot even said I’m not pretty enough to make up for my other failings. Seriously, some people are freaking terrible. And then, even then after finding a trainer, being marginalised by independent promoters who are cannot see the bigger picture, who can’t see the talent that I possess, telling me time and time and freaking time again that you’ll just have to wait for an opportunity because they see these five guys as hotter tickets, despite me kicking their asses in previous weeks.
Setbacks…Like not being able to stop the vile David Berg from pinning Jack Ruby, costing me a shot at the Sin City Title. Having cleared house of Isabella’s goons and having Berg beat before that damn cowboy got involved. Still, I knew the pitfalls of a match like that, but damn, it leaves a sour taste in the mouth.
I’m used to the setbacks, but what’s more important is how I’ve bounced back from each and every one of them. I stood up to the bullies and punched them square in the mouth. I found friends who did share my passion for sports, and they are some of the best friends I have. I trained, I got better, and eventually I found Rob Arnold, who has taken me here to UP Wrestling. Each and every one of these setbacks simply made me bide my time, figure out how to overcome, and smash through the glass ceilings that they presented themselves as. So sure, I didn’t get the win last time out, but I sure as hell didn’t lose, I just got hungrier. And when Trixie Mars gets that vibe, it’s pretty hard to stop her. So Isabella, you and I get to rumble again, and I get that you may have one eye on Jester Lebeau, but you’ve got a bigger problem coming your way…me.
As she reaches a corner, she stops to rest, absorb the view of the vast Nevada desert, she glances at the camera knowingly, as if she knows the final line is coming.
Isabella Von Krauss, I don’t think you’ve had many setbacks in your life, judging by your hissy-fit after the show, but let me tell you something sweetie, Trixie Mars is about to be your next setback.
She winks, and heads off again, the camera does not follow, and instead fades out.
Setbacks…Everybody gets them, in life. They come in all shapes and sizes, and can have all kinds of effect on a person. I’ve had a number of setbacks. I never had a dad, he split before I was even born. That got hard at times, they say there’s nothing as cruel as school children and I can certainly attest to that. Sure, looking back, some of the hate I got was pathetic, but to a six year old on the playground? That’s emotional bullets right there. Then when your backwards ass school does a “Daddy-Daughter dance” like it’s still the goddamn eighties, yeah, that get’s a little hard too. But you know what? I realised pretty quickly that my mom rocked so damn hard it didn’t matter that I never met him, or knew him.
Setbacks…Like being the only person in your friendship group interested in sports. I loved all sorts, hockey, soccer, and of course, wrestling. But I had nobody to share them with. I played a bit of soccer, sure, but none of my friends were really interested, and to be blunt the girls didn’t like a pretty girl being any good, so back came there daddy jibes. So what to do? Sure I’d enjoy watching it all, and hey the internet is great to chat to fellow fans, but when all your friends want to talk about around the lunch table is boys and whatever a Kardashian is and does, it’s hard to be enthusiastic.
Setbacks…like being told that a career in professional wrestling isn’t going to be achievable. Being told that there’s a million and one women just like me, and that to success I need to have some form of X-Factor. Being told that I’m not tall enough, not fast enough, not physical enough, and one idiot even said I’m not pretty enough to make up for my other failings. Seriously, some people are freaking terrible. And then, even then after finding a trainer, being marginalised by independent promoters who are cannot see the bigger picture, who can’t see the talent that I possess, telling me time and time and freaking time again that you’ll just have to wait for an opportunity because they see these five guys as hotter tickets, despite me kicking their asses in previous weeks.
Setbacks…Like not being able to stop the vile David Berg from pinning Jack Ruby, costing me a shot at the Sin City Title. Having cleared house of Isabella’s goons and having Berg beat before that damn cowboy got involved. Still, I knew the pitfalls of a match like that, but damn, it leaves a sour taste in the mouth.
I’m used to the setbacks, but what’s more important is how I’ve bounced back from each and every one of them. I stood up to the bullies and punched them square in the mouth. I found friends who did share my passion for sports, and they are some of the best friends I have. I trained, I got better, and eventually I found Rob Arnold, who has taken me here to UP Wrestling. Each and every one of these setbacks simply made me bide my time, figure out how to overcome, and smash through the glass ceilings that they presented themselves as. So sure, I didn’t get the win last time out, but I sure as hell didn’t lose, I just got hungrier. And when Trixie Mars gets that vibe, it’s pretty hard to stop her. So Isabella, you and I get to rumble again, and I get that you may have one eye on Jester Lebeau, but you’ve got a bigger problem coming your way…me.
As she reaches a corner, she stops to rest, absorb the view of the vast Nevada desert, she glances at the camera knowingly, as if she knows the final line is coming.
Isabella Von Krauss, I don’t think you’ve had many setbacks in your life, judging by your hissy-fit after the show, but let me tell you something sweetie, Trixie Mars is about to be your next setback.
She winks, and heads off again, the camera does not follow, and instead fades out.
