Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 3:40:28 GMT -5
Damn.
After spending 4 hours a day on in-ring training, still no victory in PCW.
Sapphire had been working hard on improving her ring skills and general conditioning but it had not been enough. She had not gotten that spark yet; that something that you needed to find to get ahead in this business.
Just this week on Trauma she saw Eira and Stacy Jones face each other in a First Blood match, two women taking center stage in a brutal match and showing the boys how to fight.
Sapphire wanted that to be her, she wanted to fight, to win, to draw the crowds and not just for her beauty. She sympathised now with the female wrestlers she watched when she was growing up. The internet trolls bullying them for “being hired for their looks” or for starting on wrestling shows first and getting training after.
It must have been as hurtful for them as it is for her, feeling like you’re being judged for your inexperience. Something was different for her though. Every failure was fuel to her fire, motivation to succeed. She wanted to learn, wanted to progress, wanted to win.
Part of getting ahead in the business is paying your dues and Sapphire was not scared of this. She was happy to pay her dues, get her battle scars and take the losses because every loss was another chance to learn from her mistakes and from the best in their field. People like Eden, Gem and more.
After a little time off for the Icey’s, Sapphire had been spending the week on extra training, attending some of the men’s classes at the local wrestling academy. She couldn’t rely on just fighting women in PCW so it made no sense to only train with them. Turns out this was a good plan as when the card was announced for Trauma 158, Sapphire saw that she was to open the show in a one on one match with Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith, a guy who was last seen brutally attacking a fatigued and injured Stacy Jones after her First Blood match.
This was not good.
She hadn’t even beaten a girl her size yet, let alone a musclebound man like Crazy Boy. It would be a tough week but it’s one she felt she could manage. She knew she had what it would take to be successful and it would pay off eventually.
Who starts a new career perfectly? Nobody, everyone needs time to learn and grow before they can truly succeed and Sapphire knew it was her time.
“So, you’re the little blonde who wants to learn to fight, huh?” called a greasy looking man from the door of the gym. He was muscled and defined but not too large. Wearing a tight black ‘wifebeater’ vest with some baggy red and black wrestling trunks, this mohawked man sneered at her with derision.
Sapphire walked over. “No, I’m not here to learn to ‘fight’, I’m here to learn how to win…in wrestling matches, not fights…” she said, in what she thought was a pretty touch sounding voice, but then again, she had always thought the Rum Tum Tugger from Cats was the toughest guy around…yeah..those were the days.
He sniggered. “Those other broads not satisfying you at practise?” he said with a sick wink that dripped with innuendo and satire.
“No…I need to learn how to wrestle, not how to perform for cameras and get a beauty shot. I’m in it for the long haul” she replied with confidence.
“Well…I’m Havoc and I’ll be your trainer today. I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow because you’re gonna be resting your bruised ass…” he warned her as he climbed into the training ring. “Bring it, Blondie”
So it began, an afternoon of hard knocks, stiff working and brutal workouts. Sapphire was hurting, her calf muscles burned, her shoulders ached and her ass, oh god her ass…bruised and sore from the bumps.
She knew this pain would be there for a while and decided to simply carry on with her workout after the training and just condition herself.
She was ready and these sore body parts were simply badges of honour for her because she had been in there with a big guy and come off no worse than in a real fight with Eden or with Gem.
Sapphire was ready for Tyrone Smith but was “Crazy Boy” ready for her? Only time will tell.
After spending 4 hours a day on in-ring training, still no victory in PCW.
Sapphire had been working hard on improving her ring skills and general conditioning but it had not been enough. She had not gotten that spark yet; that something that you needed to find to get ahead in this business.
Just this week on Trauma she saw Eira and Stacy Jones face each other in a First Blood match, two women taking center stage in a brutal match and showing the boys how to fight.
Sapphire wanted that to be her, she wanted to fight, to win, to draw the crowds and not just for her beauty. She sympathised now with the female wrestlers she watched when she was growing up. The internet trolls bullying them for “being hired for their looks” or for starting on wrestling shows first and getting training after.
It must have been as hurtful for them as it is for her, feeling like you’re being judged for your inexperience. Something was different for her though. Every failure was fuel to her fire, motivation to succeed. She wanted to learn, wanted to progress, wanted to win.
Part of getting ahead in the business is paying your dues and Sapphire was not scared of this. She was happy to pay her dues, get her battle scars and take the losses because every loss was another chance to learn from her mistakes and from the best in their field. People like Eden, Gem and more.
After a little time off for the Icey’s, Sapphire had been spending the week on extra training, attending some of the men’s classes at the local wrestling academy. She couldn’t rely on just fighting women in PCW so it made no sense to only train with them. Turns out this was a good plan as when the card was announced for Trauma 158, Sapphire saw that she was to open the show in a one on one match with Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith, a guy who was last seen brutally attacking a fatigued and injured Stacy Jones after her First Blood match.
This was not good.
She hadn’t even beaten a girl her size yet, let alone a musclebound man like Crazy Boy. It would be a tough week but it’s one she felt she could manage. She knew she had what it would take to be successful and it would pay off eventually.
Who starts a new career perfectly? Nobody, everyone needs time to learn and grow before they can truly succeed and Sapphire knew it was her time.
“So, you’re the little blonde who wants to learn to fight, huh?” called a greasy looking man from the door of the gym. He was muscled and defined but not too large. Wearing a tight black ‘wifebeater’ vest with some baggy red and black wrestling trunks, this mohawked man sneered at her with derision.
Sapphire walked over. “No, I’m not here to learn to ‘fight’, I’m here to learn how to win…in wrestling matches, not fights…” she said, in what she thought was a pretty touch sounding voice, but then again, she had always thought the Rum Tum Tugger from Cats was the toughest guy around…yeah..those were the days.
He sniggered. “Those other broads not satisfying you at practise?” he said with a sick wink that dripped with innuendo and satire.
“No…I need to learn how to wrestle, not how to perform for cameras and get a beauty shot. I’m in it for the long haul” she replied with confidence.
“Well…I’m Havoc and I’ll be your trainer today. I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow because you’re gonna be resting your bruised ass…” he warned her as he climbed into the training ring. “Bring it, Blondie”
So it began, an afternoon of hard knocks, stiff working and brutal workouts. Sapphire was hurting, her calf muscles burned, her shoulders ached and her ass, oh god her ass…bruised and sore from the bumps.
She knew this pain would be there for a while and decided to simply carry on with her workout after the training and just condition herself.
She was ready and these sore body parts were simply badges of honour for her because she had been in there with a big guy and come off no worse than in a real fight with Eden or with Gem.
Sapphire was ready for Tyrone Smith but was “Crazy Boy” ready for her? Only time will tell.