Post by Stacy Jones on May 16, 2014 7:36:05 GMT -5
Three years had passed…that was true…but it seemed that there was no ring rust for Stacy Jones. She stepped into the ring as fierce and ready as she ever had before and though the match started weakly for her, she showed poor Gem the power of the ‘Veteran’s advantage’ and how experience truly is the greatest weapon an athlete can possess.
True, there is something to be said for youthful exuberance. The young have more energy, sure, they have a faster metabolism, yes, it can be said that they are more flexible too. Did any of these benefits of youth aid young Gem in her campaign on Trauma? It seems not. Stacy Jones made a powerful impact and a debut that won’t soon be forgotten.
In doing so, Stacy Jones qualified for the Icemann Invitational and therefore on day one at PCW, she was already past the first hurdle towards championship gold. Not bad for your first day, if she did think so herself. Ever since her debut in the industry, Stacy had managed to win her debut match in every organisation she had entered. She had held gold in each of them and PCW would not be the exception to the rule.
One thing that Stacy had never cared much for was the opinion of the fans. She cared not if they cheered her or booed her, as long as she performed as well as she could. She performed for herself and for her success only. It wasn’t pride, it wasn’t vanity, it was just necessity.
Since the death of her husband, Stacy Jones had been determined to not let anyone else get close to her. Not a man, not a woman, nobody. She would keep them away from her, from her path of destruction. Yes, to PCW she was some blonde girl with a strong superkick..but to those that had been in her past, she was a monster, she was the bringer of death and destruction…people died around her, some of them died because of her….but nobody would know, nobody would need to know. PCW was a new start, a fresh start. Stacy Jones was just Stacy Jones and she…was a winner.
May 11th, 2014 - Theodore Roosevelt Conference Center, Tampa, Florida
“The fiscal responsibility of this business is of the utmost importance to all involved. We need to increase profitability by drastically improving productivity….” droned the corporate monkey giving the talk on “Corporate Synergy” at the ‘Teddy’ as they called it nearby but what was truly named the Theodore Roosevelt Conference Center.
Stacy was here for an important meeting regarding the finances of the family business. She hadn’t been trained in business and was probably less qualified than the cactus in the corner of the room that Stacy was looking at, wondering how fun it might be if she pushed the spiked plant into the face of the speaker.
The corporate world and the wrestling world shared as many similarities as it did differences, believe it or not. Everyone wanted to get titles and championship reigns only here, the titles were job titles and the reigns? The best offices. Most of these corporate drones were cut-throat toffs with ambitions beyond their skills but Stacy? She couldn’t wait to leave. Though she didn’t need to be at most meetings now her three year stint was over, she was still the boss and if turning up to these things meant the stocks kept going up, she wasn’t gonna argue.
Finally….lunch break….
She headed out as quickly as possible, across the busy streets of Tampa, her sunglasses on to help deal with the glaring sunshine as she reached her chosen lunch place, a gourmet burger and sandwich restaurant called “The Magical Meat”. She always found the name to be ridiculous but it fit a theme. What theme? “Magic!” she thought with a chuckle as she pushed open the doors and found a place to sit, a booth table near the window. She opened up her bag, pulling out a laptop and opened it, waiting for the server to come see her. The restaurant was decorated with decks of cards, jack-in-the-box’s and magic wands. It was so cliche but she felt this was the perfect place to be.
This week on Trauma, she was to face Nathan Saniti, the “magician”. So where better to be to get into the right mindset? She didn’t know much about her opponent. He was a strange looking fellow, with uncanny magic. His tricks were quite the sight, she remembered from his fiery display this past Trauma. Though with a name like his, one must question how ‘together’ poor Nathan is.
His ‘interesting’ look clearly designed to make his opponents nervous or to distract them giving Nathan the advantage. Some crazed clown magician, making it as a professional wrestler. Such strangeness!
The cafe was weird with waiters and waitresses performing magic tricks at the tableside, drinks being served in cups shaped like top hats with magic wand stirring spoons. Stacy chuckled as she ordered from the passing rabbit-outfitted waitress.
She sat, staring into her coffee, thinking about her career thus far. She had beaten Gem, as she had foreseen, but the fight was harder than she expected, with Gem getting the upper hand on more than one occasion. If Gem was a bit more practised, she would have won, inexperience is her only weakness. If she weren’t so inexperienced, she would make a powerful ally.
Stacy rolled her eyes as she saw clowns juggling at a table. Really? This place is weird. So…where was I? Ah yes, Gem. Beating her qualified Stacy for the tournament and put her one step closer to the North American Championship. This week? Well, that’s a Nathan Saniti shaped “Proving ground”. Not part of the tournament, this match was just another chance for Stacy to prove what she can do and to make her future opponents shiver with fear.
That’s right Nathan..you’re not worthy, you’re not anything special. You’re a stepping stone…an obstacle, no…a prop, like your magic tricks..a prop to use, to take advantage of and to toss to the canvas, beaten. Magic can’t save you from defeat, it can’t save you from the result.
Do I believe in magic? No. I believe in results. I believe in getting the job done. I believe in Stacy Jones.
True, there is something to be said for youthful exuberance. The young have more energy, sure, they have a faster metabolism, yes, it can be said that they are more flexible too. Did any of these benefits of youth aid young Gem in her campaign on Trauma? It seems not. Stacy Jones made a powerful impact and a debut that won’t soon be forgotten.
In doing so, Stacy Jones qualified for the Icemann Invitational and therefore on day one at PCW, she was already past the first hurdle towards championship gold. Not bad for your first day, if she did think so herself. Ever since her debut in the industry, Stacy had managed to win her debut match in every organisation she had entered. She had held gold in each of them and PCW would not be the exception to the rule.
One thing that Stacy had never cared much for was the opinion of the fans. She cared not if they cheered her or booed her, as long as she performed as well as she could. She performed for herself and for her success only. It wasn’t pride, it wasn’t vanity, it was just necessity.
Since the death of her husband, Stacy Jones had been determined to not let anyone else get close to her. Not a man, not a woman, nobody. She would keep them away from her, from her path of destruction. Yes, to PCW she was some blonde girl with a strong superkick..but to those that had been in her past, she was a monster, she was the bringer of death and destruction…people died around her, some of them died because of her….but nobody would know, nobody would need to know. PCW was a new start, a fresh start. Stacy Jones was just Stacy Jones and she…was a winner.
May 11th, 2014 - Theodore Roosevelt Conference Center, Tampa, Florida
“The fiscal responsibility of this business is of the utmost importance to all involved. We need to increase profitability by drastically improving productivity….” droned the corporate monkey giving the talk on “Corporate Synergy” at the ‘Teddy’ as they called it nearby but what was truly named the Theodore Roosevelt Conference Center.
Stacy was here for an important meeting regarding the finances of the family business. She hadn’t been trained in business and was probably less qualified than the cactus in the corner of the room that Stacy was looking at, wondering how fun it might be if she pushed the spiked plant into the face of the speaker.
The corporate world and the wrestling world shared as many similarities as it did differences, believe it or not. Everyone wanted to get titles and championship reigns only here, the titles were job titles and the reigns? The best offices. Most of these corporate drones were cut-throat toffs with ambitions beyond their skills but Stacy? She couldn’t wait to leave. Though she didn’t need to be at most meetings now her three year stint was over, she was still the boss and if turning up to these things meant the stocks kept going up, she wasn’t gonna argue.
Finally….lunch break….
She headed out as quickly as possible, across the busy streets of Tampa, her sunglasses on to help deal with the glaring sunshine as she reached her chosen lunch place, a gourmet burger and sandwich restaurant called “The Magical Meat”. She always found the name to be ridiculous but it fit a theme. What theme? “Magic!” she thought with a chuckle as she pushed open the doors and found a place to sit, a booth table near the window. She opened up her bag, pulling out a laptop and opened it, waiting for the server to come see her. The restaurant was decorated with decks of cards, jack-in-the-box’s and magic wands. It was so cliche but she felt this was the perfect place to be.
This week on Trauma, she was to face Nathan Saniti, the “magician”. So where better to be to get into the right mindset? She didn’t know much about her opponent. He was a strange looking fellow, with uncanny magic. His tricks were quite the sight, she remembered from his fiery display this past Trauma. Though with a name like his, one must question how ‘together’ poor Nathan is.
His ‘interesting’ look clearly designed to make his opponents nervous or to distract them giving Nathan the advantage. Some crazed clown magician, making it as a professional wrestler. Such strangeness!
The cafe was weird with waiters and waitresses performing magic tricks at the tableside, drinks being served in cups shaped like top hats with magic wand stirring spoons. Stacy chuckled as she ordered from the passing rabbit-outfitted waitress.
She sat, staring into her coffee, thinking about her career thus far. She had beaten Gem, as she had foreseen, but the fight was harder than she expected, with Gem getting the upper hand on more than one occasion. If Gem was a bit more practised, she would have won, inexperience is her only weakness. If she weren’t so inexperienced, she would make a powerful ally.
Stacy rolled her eyes as she saw clowns juggling at a table. Really? This place is weird. So…where was I? Ah yes, Gem. Beating her qualified Stacy for the tournament and put her one step closer to the North American Championship. This week? Well, that’s a Nathan Saniti shaped “Proving ground”. Not part of the tournament, this match was just another chance for Stacy to prove what she can do and to make her future opponents shiver with fear.
That’s right Nathan..you’re not worthy, you’re not anything special. You’re a stepping stone…an obstacle, no…a prop, like your magic tricks..a prop to use, to take advantage of and to toss to the canvas, beaten. Magic can’t save you from defeat, it can’t save you from the result.
Do I believe in magic? No. I believe in results. I believe in getting the job done. I believe in Stacy Jones.