Escaping poverty through blood, sweat, and tears.
Aug 16, 2022 18:13:48 GMT
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Post by kyliesinclair on Aug 16, 2022 18:13:48 GMT
Kylie wakes to the lingering scent of perfume on the pillow next to her, her smile fades as she see’s the empty space in the bed next to her, a faint warmth on the sheets the only sign there was someone there.
“One morning I’ll catch you sneaking out...” she smiles to herself as she kicks the covers off and hits the floor to begin her morning ritual, first she stretches then fifty push ups, fifty sit ups, no jumping jacks. (The downstairs neighbours do not approve of jumping jacks.)
Upon completion she pads barefoot over to her dresser and gets her workout clothes and her work clothes for the day, pausing she looks down at an old battered NES system on the dresser, swallowing hard she kisses two fingers and reverently brushes them across the machine.
Kylie: Wish me luck today.
The shower is a brief cold affair (Hot water out again!) she hastily scrubs herself clean and dresses, she’s distracted from her usual grumblings about cold water by the email she received a couple days ago.
Wrestleverse.
A brand new organization for a brand new Wrestler, one so green she hasn’t even had her first match yet, and by all accounts her first match is going to be memorable.
“Glass?” she ponders to herself, “Just what the hell do they have planned?”
Kylie has to admit the future has never looked so exciting or unpredictable, there’s just one problem.
Marcus.
Dressed and ready to go with her worn backpack slung over her shoulder she grabs her cellphone, in a world of second hand appliances and used clothing her cellphone is an expensive but necessary evil, Her apartment building might as well be second hand too, one lit cigarette butt away from burning down and inexplicably cold even in the middle of the summer, (She Ponders sometimes if it was built over the remains of an Indian burial ground)
Feeling inspired on her way to work she stops and takes out her phone to record a message for the Wrestleverse fans, after all a promo before a match is to be expected is it not?
Recording-
Kylie Sinclair: H-Hello Wrestleverse, you’ll have to bear with me, this is my first time doing something like this, I have to warn you I might ramble a bit...See I’m the new girl here, and I’ve got a lot to prove, making my debut at New Ground, Wrestlverse's first Pay Per View, it means while everyone else has had two shows to establish themselves I’m showing up late and knocking on the door.
Kylie Sinclair: But I’m not one for knocking, in fact I think the best way to make an impression is to kick the door down, Ever since I first watched my father wrestle I’ve been a girl with a dream, I wanted to stand in that ring and carve out a future of my own, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, whatever the cost!
Kylie Sinclair: When you’re this close to the bottom of the ladder you don’t have too far to fall, me and poverty are best friends you see, so when i say I’ll fight my way to the top, to a stable income, to fame? That means I’ll fight tooth and nail to get there, and if i have to step over an unconscious body or two to get there then that’s fine by me.
Kylie Sinclair: Glass, Glass and more Glass? If that’s what gets me in the door then bring it on! this industry is built on blood sweat and tears, and I’ve had my fair share of sweat and tears, if anyone thinks this girl is afraid to bleed then you’ve got another thing coming!
Leaving it at that she shuts the phone off and sighs, hopefully that will be enough fuel to start a fire.
--
Divone’s Gym isn’t much to look at from the outside but the inside is filled with serviceable equipment and a reliable ring that hasn’t fallen apart yet, opening the door she’s greeted as she usually is by the Temperamental redhead behind the counter.
“Oi! If it aint the great white hype! When are ya gonna get in the ring and help us pay some bills eh?”
Dedra is a knockout, with a dancers body and am Irish accent that has every male member of the gym wrapped around her little finger, unfortunately she has a sharp tongue and in Kyle's esteemed opinion is a bigger bitch than Cartman’s mom.
“Morning Dee Dee,” she calls out sweetly with a raised middle finger as she makes her way into the ring.
“Ladies...” a calm sounding yet amused voice interrupts them, “Believe it or not this is a professional establishment,”
Marcus Divone, Dedra’s adopted father and owner of the gym is forever calmly standing between the two keeping them from coming to blows, for the last 8 months he’s trained Kylie, more like a father figure than a teacher to her, he’s slipped her cash on bad days, taken her out to eat when he knows she’s skipped more than one meal, and never once raised his voice to her, he’s never once been disappointed with her.
Which is why as she goes through her morning workout she feels guilt gnawing away at her, she hasn’t told him about Wrestleverse, she’s asked him to help her find a place to put her skills to the test but every time he’s given her the same answer.
“You’re not ready yet, Patience Kylie”
When she’s finished she hits the showers, body buzzing from the feel of a good workout, she tries to avoid his gaze as she leave the gym and when he attempts to talk with her she makes a hasty excuse about being late for work and slips out the door.
She’s going to have to prove to her mentor that she’s ready, and to do that she’s going to have to bleed for it.
“One morning I’ll catch you sneaking out...” she smiles to herself as she kicks the covers off and hits the floor to begin her morning ritual, first she stretches then fifty push ups, fifty sit ups, no jumping jacks. (The downstairs neighbours do not approve of jumping jacks.)
Upon completion she pads barefoot over to her dresser and gets her workout clothes and her work clothes for the day, pausing she looks down at an old battered NES system on the dresser, swallowing hard she kisses two fingers and reverently brushes them across the machine.
Kylie: Wish me luck today.
The shower is a brief cold affair (Hot water out again!) she hastily scrubs herself clean and dresses, she’s distracted from her usual grumblings about cold water by the email she received a couple days ago.
Wrestleverse.
A brand new organization for a brand new Wrestler, one so green she hasn’t even had her first match yet, and by all accounts her first match is going to be memorable.
“Glass?” she ponders to herself, “Just what the hell do they have planned?”
Kylie has to admit the future has never looked so exciting or unpredictable, there’s just one problem.
Marcus.
Dressed and ready to go with her worn backpack slung over her shoulder she grabs her cellphone, in a world of second hand appliances and used clothing her cellphone is an expensive but necessary evil, Her apartment building might as well be second hand too, one lit cigarette butt away from burning down and inexplicably cold even in the middle of the summer, (She Ponders sometimes if it was built over the remains of an Indian burial ground)
Feeling inspired on her way to work she stops and takes out her phone to record a message for the Wrestleverse fans, after all a promo before a match is to be expected is it not?
Recording-
Kylie Sinclair: H-Hello Wrestleverse, you’ll have to bear with me, this is my first time doing something like this, I have to warn you I might ramble a bit...See I’m the new girl here, and I’ve got a lot to prove, making my debut at New Ground, Wrestlverse's first Pay Per View, it means while everyone else has had two shows to establish themselves I’m showing up late and knocking on the door.
Kylie Sinclair: But I’m not one for knocking, in fact I think the best way to make an impression is to kick the door down, Ever since I first watched my father wrestle I’ve been a girl with a dream, I wanted to stand in that ring and carve out a future of my own, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, whatever the cost!
Kylie Sinclair: When you’re this close to the bottom of the ladder you don’t have too far to fall, me and poverty are best friends you see, so when i say I’ll fight my way to the top, to a stable income, to fame? That means I’ll fight tooth and nail to get there, and if i have to step over an unconscious body or two to get there then that’s fine by me.
Kylie Sinclair: Glass, Glass and more Glass? If that’s what gets me in the door then bring it on! this industry is built on blood sweat and tears, and I’ve had my fair share of sweat and tears, if anyone thinks this girl is afraid to bleed then you’ve got another thing coming!
Leaving it at that she shuts the phone off and sighs, hopefully that will be enough fuel to start a fire.
--
Divone’s Gym isn’t much to look at from the outside but the inside is filled with serviceable equipment and a reliable ring that hasn’t fallen apart yet, opening the door she’s greeted as she usually is by the Temperamental redhead behind the counter.
“Oi! If it aint the great white hype! When are ya gonna get in the ring and help us pay some bills eh?”
Dedra is a knockout, with a dancers body and am Irish accent that has every male member of the gym wrapped around her little finger, unfortunately she has a sharp tongue and in Kyle's esteemed opinion is a bigger bitch than Cartman’s mom.
“Morning Dee Dee,” she calls out sweetly with a raised middle finger as she makes her way into the ring.
“Ladies...” a calm sounding yet amused voice interrupts them, “Believe it or not this is a professional establishment,”
Marcus Divone, Dedra’s adopted father and owner of the gym is forever calmly standing between the two keeping them from coming to blows, for the last 8 months he’s trained Kylie, more like a father figure than a teacher to her, he’s slipped her cash on bad days, taken her out to eat when he knows she’s skipped more than one meal, and never once raised his voice to her, he’s never once been disappointed with her.
Which is why as she goes through her morning workout she feels guilt gnawing away at her, she hasn’t told him about Wrestleverse, she’s asked him to help her find a place to put her skills to the test but every time he’s given her the same answer.
“You’re not ready yet, Patience Kylie”
When she’s finished she hits the showers, body buzzing from the feel of a good workout, she tries to avoid his gaze as she leave the gym and when he attempts to talk with her she makes a hasty excuse about being late for work and slips out the door.
She’s going to have to prove to her mentor that she’s ready, and to do that she’s going to have to bleed for it.