Post by Stacy Jones on May 20, 2018 7:14:21 GMT -5
The stars shined brightly in the inky black sky that stretched across the heavens above where Stacy Jones was laying. There were no boats, no sun loungers, no ice cream trucks, nothing. Just sand, sea and the sound of gulls.
Outside, on the beach, she laid out in jeans, a t-shirt and a denim jacket as she simply rested, enjoying the sounds of the calm but strong waves as they crashed against rocks in the distance and lapped over the sand just feet from where she lay. These sounds, these smells, and these feelings of breeze over skin…they were home. A place where she had fond memories of youth, of rebellion, of hot guys. Baker Beach was the place she went to whenever she needed to relax or to reflect. Even now at age 28.
California was a place that Stacy had grown to love after moving there from her native England. Shipped over as a girl when her parents rose to prominence in the corporate world and moved to work at their business headquarters in the Bay Area. She had protested at first, after all, for a rich teenage girl in a private school, life was all about building your brand, your entourage and your reputation and moving meant abandoning that work and starting fresh in not only a new school but a new country and culture too.
It was hard at first, fitting in with her accent, her different clothes and her British ways but she learned to adapt quickly. She used her uniqueness to her advantage, becoming “Cool and Exotic” rather than foreign and odd. She went to St. Bernadette’s Academy, which was a private school for the children of the rich, famous and those who were simply savvy in the corporate world. It didn’t take long and she had a solid core of friends who basically adopted her as one of their own. Think “Mean Girls” only less mean.
Her best friend growing up was a girl named Julia. Julia was the cool redhead with the punk skirts and spiked jewelry and Stacy was the blonde bombshell with the British Accent. Between the usual teenage discussions of boys and fashion and which royal prince they would marry (Stacy always ended up with Harry as Julia felt he would clash with her hair), the discussion came up one sunny Tuesday about bulking out their academic resume with some kind of extra-curricular…
Tuesday, June 8th, 2004 – San Francisco, California.
The sand glistened with the June sun beating down upon it as Baker Beach lit up in the glory of the weather. Stacy Jones and her best friend Julia laid out in their new bikinis, as they tanned themselves on their towels. They had left school early to enjoy the weather and they didn’t care about getting caught. Nobody would do anything about it anyway.
A cold soda in hand, Stacy sipped some and leaned over to the wireless radio they had brought with them and turned up the volume as her favourite song came on, Avril Lavigne’s “My Happy Ending”. They rocked out a little and chatted about their music tastes as the radio station went to commercial.
“Bay Area…are you looking for a new challenge? Are you up for the fight? We’re auditioning this coming Saturday for a new breed of athlete. If you’re between 16 and 22 and have an athletic background, come try out for California’s newest wrestling training academy, Golden Gate Wrestling. Doors open 9am at the Bayard Theatre” blasted the advert and Stacy and Julia looked at one another.
Stacy put her hair behind an ear and lowered her sunglasses a little. “Weren’t you literally just saying colleges needed us to have some kind of extra-curricular?” she asked, sipping on her diet coke.
Julia laughed. “Yeah, but I was meaning something like starting a band or like a t-shirt business.” She said. “Wrestling? Isn’t that for big oily men who couldn’t hack football?” She laughed, almost hysterically.
“Hmm, maybe, but they didn’t say we had to be guys, they just said athletic, I’m a cheerleader and you’re a gymnast. Why not us?” Stacy suggested. “Worth a try right? I mean, what have we got to lose…except I guess our dignity.” She chuckled as she sat up on the towel and looked to her friend. “I’m serious, let’s give it a go. I mean, it’s gonna feel great to let out some stress in a wrestling match right? Hell, we could practice something together. Two hot chicks walk in and own it? That’s gotta get some eyebrows raised right?” she asked, a sudden excited vigor in her voice as she reached her arm over to turn off the radio her focus entirely on this idea now.
Julia sat up also, took the hairband from her wrist, and gathered up her long hair before putting it up in a messy ponytail. “Look, if we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna need to get ready now, it’s on Saturday right? I’ve not even seen the gym this past week because of finals. You sure we can do this?”
“Only one way to find out.” Came the response from the sunkissed blonde. “Let’s go.” She said, grabbing their belongings as she stood, dusting herself off from the sand and simply walking to the car in her bikini. No need to get dressed, this was California. Bikinis on young girls like her were practically expected……..
Present Day on Baker Beach, San Francisco, California.
Warmth spread across her, slowly from her feet, up her legs, her stomach, chest and finally the face. The sounds of laughter came from somewhere and then the sound of dogs barking. It all seemed like a strange swirling of experiences all happening at once but this was soon interrupted by an odd vibrating sensation coming from down below.
No…not there you perverts.
In her pocket, her cellphone rang and suddenly, she opened her eyes and blinked as the sun shone right into her eyes. Stacy looked around, trying to gauge what was happening as her eyes blearily came into focus. She’d fallen asleep on the beach…again.
Hastily, she grabbed her phone from her pocket and looked at the screen. It was her brother and fellow PCW talent, Seth Archer. She slid a finger over the “accept call” bar and lifted the phone to her ear.
“Mmmhmm?” she mumbled out lazily, still half asleep. She rubbed her eyes and sat up slowly as she waited for a reply.
“Mmhmm? Good morning to you too, sis…I just wanted to know where the hell you are. I’m sat here at the Half Moon and you’re nowhere to be seen. I’m stalling for you but you really need to hurry your ass up, the press are waiting to talk to you or did you forget you have an interview today?” he asked, loudly. Well, it seemed loud but everything does when you’ve been awake less than a minute.
Yawning, she got to her feet and brushed off the sand from her body. “Oh shit..yeah, I’ll be right there…I uh…need to head home for a shower first though…” she explained. “No time” he interrupted. “and GO HOME? You sleeping around Sis? Filth. Just say goodbye to whatever junkdog you went home with and get here now. I can only flirt with this reporter so much before he starts expecting a handjob.” Came her brothers’ subtle tone.
She shook her head as she started to stomp up the sandy beach to the parking lot where her gorgeous new Lexus was waiting, getting herself into the driver seat and plugging the phone into the system to use the Bluetooth. “Alright, I’m in the car…I’ll be there in ten….” She said as she set up the navigation and drove.
It did not take too long to get to the Half Moon Café from where she was and luckily, she was prepared. In the trunk of her car, she opened a compartment, pulled out some breath mints, deodorant and a hairbrush, took some time to get herself nice, and prepared before she finally took a deep breath and headed into the café.
Half-Moon Café, downtown San Francisco, California.
Half-Moon was a little boutique café where Stacy and Seth had frequented a lot during the past few years and so Seth had thought this the perfect location to stage a media interview while Stacy was home for a week off. She had agreed but those memories were a little faded right now, what with waking up not long before, but she had her game face on as she opened the doors and walked in.
The decor was simple and minimalist with the tables being white with simple white chairs and a wooden floor. Seth was sat at the bar with who she could only assume was the reporter who was here to interview her. She could tell as Seth had his “flirt to get what he wants” face on. She rolled her eyes and headed over.
“Ah, the woman of the hour, arriving fashionably late as usual. Good morning, sis” said Seth as she approached. She smiled and nodded to the journalist who got to his feet and offered a hand. “Ms Jones, a pleasure to meet you, I’m Juan Rodriguez of The Squared Circle” he said as she shook his hand. He was a little short, mixed race with an adorable smile. Hey, Seth could do worse. Fuck, Seth HAD done worse…multiple times. She chuckled in her head as she was led to a large table to sit at with the reporter and Seth. A coffee was brought over to her, which she needed more than blood in her veins right now so she happily sipped from the cup as the reporter straightened his jacket and nodded to the camera operator behind.
“Stacy, you shocked the world a few weeks ago when in your return match, you bested Gerard Angelo in your return match to PCW, shocking your critics and heading through to the second round of the Icemann Invitational. How did you feel about winning that match?” he asked with a serious expression on his face. She smiled. “It felt good, I’d been working hard for a long time to rehab my injury and get back into shape. I didn’t know if I’d ever get back to a PCW ring, but I’m ready for it and the challenges ahead and I only see gold in my future, Juan” she said in reply, sipping her coffee.
“Since that match, Gerard lost his opportunity for a second chance in the tournament by losing the Last Chance Battle Royal. Do you think he has what it takes to be in PCW?” he asked. “Well, I think he is cocky, arrogant and not as good as he thinks he is, that’s for sure.” She said. “But saying that, he IS very talented and though he underestimated me, I think the battle royal had some incredibly strong competition, some of which he couldn’t have prepared for, so yeah, he belongs here but he has to pay his dues, like we all do.”
She looked over to Seth and back to the reporter who began his next question. “Stacy, you were involved in an incredible fatal four way match last week that fans are still talking about today, how do you feel the match went?” he asked.
She stifled a yawn, remembering she was on camera and replied: “It was an incredible match for sure and yes I didn’t win but I didn’t lose either. I mean, it was Stormm who ate the pinfall, not me and so I’d say I did a good job. I mean, sure there are people who say I was pinned but the referee said otherwise and they’re the professionals. I took a nasty powerbomb on the stairs in the match and that’s why I took this week off to come home and rest up my body before I go back for some retribution.”
“It’s the second round of the tournament this week on Trauma and the brackets are released. You’ll be facing another fairly new member of the PCW elite, Dominator. How do you prepare to face such a monstrous man?” asked Juan with a curious tone in his voice, seeming genuinely interested in the coming response.
Stacy looked determined as she pushed her hair behind her ear and looked right into the camera. “Dominator, you may be big, you may be strong too, but you know what? None of that matters when you’re in the ring with me. Just this last week, I almost made Grimm submit, I almost made the big bearded monster of PCW tap out. He is a legend here and even he was close to tapping out to my arsenal and he would have if Stormm hadn’t have gotten involved. The old adage is that the bigger they are, the harder they fall and I’ll put that to the test this week at Trauma. Yeah, I’m smaller and weaker but you’ve got to catch me first. I’m not going to make this easy for you” she said with a smile.
“You see, you may be the Underground King, Dominator, but this match is not your normal beat down. You’re fighting a pioneer who has honed her craft to become one of the best technical highflyers of her generation and I will not rest until I get my arm raised in victory and head on to the next round of the tournament where I’m going to continue my road to the gold. Try and stop me.”
The camera operator cuts the feed and Juan stands up to shake her hand. “Great interview Ms Jones, I’ll get that on social media by this afternoon. I wish you luck” he said and looked to Seth. “You’ve got my number, Seth…” he winked and headed back outside to his van.
Seth shook his head and laughed to his sister.
“Well looks like I’ve got a reporter in my pocket at least, could be useful!”
“You slut….” She said and laughed as they headed outside to the car.
Outside, on the beach, she laid out in jeans, a t-shirt and a denim jacket as she simply rested, enjoying the sounds of the calm but strong waves as they crashed against rocks in the distance and lapped over the sand just feet from where she lay. These sounds, these smells, and these feelings of breeze over skin…they were home. A place where she had fond memories of youth, of rebellion, of hot guys. Baker Beach was the place she went to whenever she needed to relax or to reflect. Even now at age 28.
California was a place that Stacy had grown to love after moving there from her native England. Shipped over as a girl when her parents rose to prominence in the corporate world and moved to work at their business headquarters in the Bay Area. She had protested at first, after all, for a rich teenage girl in a private school, life was all about building your brand, your entourage and your reputation and moving meant abandoning that work and starting fresh in not only a new school but a new country and culture too.
It was hard at first, fitting in with her accent, her different clothes and her British ways but she learned to adapt quickly. She used her uniqueness to her advantage, becoming “Cool and Exotic” rather than foreign and odd. She went to St. Bernadette’s Academy, which was a private school for the children of the rich, famous and those who were simply savvy in the corporate world. It didn’t take long and she had a solid core of friends who basically adopted her as one of their own. Think “Mean Girls” only less mean.
Her best friend growing up was a girl named Julia. Julia was the cool redhead with the punk skirts and spiked jewelry and Stacy was the blonde bombshell with the British Accent. Between the usual teenage discussions of boys and fashion and which royal prince they would marry (Stacy always ended up with Harry as Julia felt he would clash with her hair), the discussion came up one sunny Tuesday about bulking out their academic resume with some kind of extra-curricular…
Tuesday, June 8th, 2004 – San Francisco, California.
The sand glistened with the June sun beating down upon it as Baker Beach lit up in the glory of the weather. Stacy Jones and her best friend Julia laid out in their new bikinis, as they tanned themselves on their towels. They had left school early to enjoy the weather and they didn’t care about getting caught. Nobody would do anything about it anyway.
A cold soda in hand, Stacy sipped some and leaned over to the wireless radio they had brought with them and turned up the volume as her favourite song came on, Avril Lavigne’s “My Happy Ending”. They rocked out a little and chatted about their music tastes as the radio station went to commercial.
“Bay Area…are you looking for a new challenge? Are you up for the fight? We’re auditioning this coming Saturday for a new breed of athlete. If you’re between 16 and 22 and have an athletic background, come try out for California’s newest wrestling training academy, Golden Gate Wrestling. Doors open 9am at the Bayard Theatre” blasted the advert and Stacy and Julia looked at one another.
Stacy put her hair behind an ear and lowered her sunglasses a little. “Weren’t you literally just saying colleges needed us to have some kind of extra-curricular?” she asked, sipping on her diet coke.
Julia laughed. “Yeah, but I was meaning something like starting a band or like a t-shirt business.” She said. “Wrestling? Isn’t that for big oily men who couldn’t hack football?” She laughed, almost hysterically.
“Hmm, maybe, but they didn’t say we had to be guys, they just said athletic, I’m a cheerleader and you’re a gymnast. Why not us?” Stacy suggested. “Worth a try right? I mean, what have we got to lose…except I guess our dignity.” She chuckled as she sat up on the towel and looked to her friend. “I’m serious, let’s give it a go. I mean, it’s gonna feel great to let out some stress in a wrestling match right? Hell, we could practice something together. Two hot chicks walk in and own it? That’s gotta get some eyebrows raised right?” she asked, a sudden excited vigor in her voice as she reached her arm over to turn off the radio her focus entirely on this idea now.
Julia sat up also, took the hairband from her wrist, and gathered up her long hair before putting it up in a messy ponytail. “Look, if we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna need to get ready now, it’s on Saturday right? I’ve not even seen the gym this past week because of finals. You sure we can do this?”
“Only one way to find out.” Came the response from the sunkissed blonde. “Let’s go.” She said, grabbing their belongings as she stood, dusting herself off from the sand and simply walking to the car in her bikini. No need to get dressed, this was California. Bikinis on young girls like her were practically expected……..
Present Day on Baker Beach, San Francisco, California.
Warmth spread across her, slowly from her feet, up her legs, her stomach, chest and finally the face. The sounds of laughter came from somewhere and then the sound of dogs barking. It all seemed like a strange swirling of experiences all happening at once but this was soon interrupted by an odd vibrating sensation coming from down below.
No…not there you perverts.
In her pocket, her cellphone rang and suddenly, she opened her eyes and blinked as the sun shone right into her eyes. Stacy looked around, trying to gauge what was happening as her eyes blearily came into focus. She’d fallen asleep on the beach…again.
Hastily, she grabbed her phone from her pocket and looked at the screen. It was her brother and fellow PCW talent, Seth Archer. She slid a finger over the “accept call” bar and lifted the phone to her ear.
“Mmmhmm?” she mumbled out lazily, still half asleep. She rubbed her eyes and sat up slowly as she waited for a reply.
“Mmhmm? Good morning to you too, sis…I just wanted to know where the hell you are. I’m sat here at the Half Moon and you’re nowhere to be seen. I’m stalling for you but you really need to hurry your ass up, the press are waiting to talk to you or did you forget you have an interview today?” he asked, loudly. Well, it seemed loud but everything does when you’ve been awake less than a minute.
Yawning, she got to her feet and brushed off the sand from her body. “Oh shit..yeah, I’ll be right there…I uh…need to head home for a shower first though…” she explained. “No time” he interrupted. “and GO HOME? You sleeping around Sis? Filth. Just say goodbye to whatever junkdog you went home with and get here now. I can only flirt with this reporter so much before he starts expecting a handjob.” Came her brothers’ subtle tone.
She shook her head as she started to stomp up the sandy beach to the parking lot where her gorgeous new Lexus was waiting, getting herself into the driver seat and plugging the phone into the system to use the Bluetooth. “Alright, I’m in the car…I’ll be there in ten….” She said as she set up the navigation and drove.
It did not take too long to get to the Half Moon Café from where she was and luckily, she was prepared. In the trunk of her car, she opened a compartment, pulled out some breath mints, deodorant and a hairbrush, took some time to get herself nice, and prepared before she finally took a deep breath and headed into the café.
Half-Moon Café, downtown San Francisco, California.
Half-Moon was a little boutique café where Stacy and Seth had frequented a lot during the past few years and so Seth had thought this the perfect location to stage a media interview while Stacy was home for a week off. She had agreed but those memories were a little faded right now, what with waking up not long before, but she had her game face on as she opened the doors and walked in.
The decor was simple and minimalist with the tables being white with simple white chairs and a wooden floor. Seth was sat at the bar with who she could only assume was the reporter who was here to interview her. She could tell as Seth had his “flirt to get what he wants” face on. She rolled her eyes and headed over.
“Ah, the woman of the hour, arriving fashionably late as usual. Good morning, sis” said Seth as she approached. She smiled and nodded to the journalist who got to his feet and offered a hand. “Ms Jones, a pleasure to meet you, I’m Juan Rodriguez of The Squared Circle” he said as she shook his hand. He was a little short, mixed race with an adorable smile. Hey, Seth could do worse. Fuck, Seth HAD done worse…multiple times. She chuckled in her head as she was led to a large table to sit at with the reporter and Seth. A coffee was brought over to her, which she needed more than blood in her veins right now so she happily sipped from the cup as the reporter straightened his jacket and nodded to the camera operator behind.
“Stacy, you shocked the world a few weeks ago when in your return match, you bested Gerard Angelo in your return match to PCW, shocking your critics and heading through to the second round of the Icemann Invitational. How did you feel about winning that match?” he asked with a serious expression on his face. She smiled. “It felt good, I’d been working hard for a long time to rehab my injury and get back into shape. I didn’t know if I’d ever get back to a PCW ring, but I’m ready for it and the challenges ahead and I only see gold in my future, Juan” she said in reply, sipping her coffee.
“Since that match, Gerard lost his opportunity for a second chance in the tournament by losing the Last Chance Battle Royal. Do you think he has what it takes to be in PCW?” he asked. “Well, I think he is cocky, arrogant and not as good as he thinks he is, that’s for sure.” She said. “But saying that, he IS very talented and though he underestimated me, I think the battle royal had some incredibly strong competition, some of which he couldn’t have prepared for, so yeah, he belongs here but he has to pay his dues, like we all do.”
She looked over to Seth and back to the reporter who began his next question. “Stacy, you were involved in an incredible fatal four way match last week that fans are still talking about today, how do you feel the match went?” he asked.
She stifled a yawn, remembering she was on camera and replied: “It was an incredible match for sure and yes I didn’t win but I didn’t lose either. I mean, it was Stormm who ate the pinfall, not me and so I’d say I did a good job. I mean, sure there are people who say I was pinned but the referee said otherwise and they’re the professionals. I took a nasty powerbomb on the stairs in the match and that’s why I took this week off to come home and rest up my body before I go back for some retribution.”
“It’s the second round of the tournament this week on Trauma and the brackets are released. You’ll be facing another fairly new member of the PCW elite, Dominator. How do you prepare to face such a monstrous man?” asked Juan with a curious tone in his voice, seeming genuinely interested in the coming response.
Stacy looked determined as she pushed her hair behind her ear and looked right into the camera. “Dominator, you may be big, you may be strong too, but you know what? None of that matters when you’re in the ring with me. Just this last week, I almost made Grimm submit, I almost made the big bearded monster of PCW tap out. He is a legend here and even he was close to tapping out to my arsenal and he would have if Stormm hadn’t have gotten involved. The old adage is that the bigger they are, the harder they fall and I’ll put that to the test this week at Trauma. Yeah, I’m smaller and weaker but you’ve got to catch me first. I’m not going to make this easy for you” she said with a smile.
“You see, you may be the Underground King, Dominator, but this match is not your normal beat down. You’re fighting a pioneer who has honed her craft to become one of the best technical highflyers of her generation and I will not rest until I get my arm raised in victory and head on to the next round of the tournament where I’m going to continue my road to the gold. Try and stop me.”
The camera operator cuts the feed and Juan stands up to shake her hand. “Great interview Ms Jones, I’ll get that on social media by this afternoon. I wish you luck” he said and looked to Seth. “You’ve got my number, Seth…” he winked and headed back outside to his van.
Seth shook his head and laughed to his sister.
“Well looks like I’ve got a reporter in my pocket at least, could be useful!”
“You slut….” She said and laughed as they headed outside to the car.