One Way Train To Slumber Town
Feb 5, 2018 2:56:21 GMT -5
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Off Camera
Aged eyes keep guard over Lisa Foster as she brings the sledgehammer down across the large tractor tire without relent for the umpteenth time. Despite winter’s grip taking hold of the normally mild Texas climate, the MMA star turned professional wrestler is dehydrated, hot, and sweating like a hog in the parking lot of the hybrid gym outfitted for all forms of combat, including professional wrestling.
"It’s only Steven Stevens. You’re going to overdo it."
The comment earns the old man, her head trainer Catskill Jack, a warning glance he knows all too well. She ignores his remark and discards the sledgehammer, before squatting low and seizing the massive tire from underneath.
Lisa Foster: “It’s only” is where mistakes are made. You testing me or something you old coot?
The corner of her mouth curls into a grin, and with a mighty lift and push she goes about tossing and turning it over and over again all the way down the parking lot. Catskill follows in her wake, smiling all the while. She’s correct. He’s always testing her. Not just physically, but mentally as well. When she completes the trek her body quakes, every one of her 160 pounds of toned muscle standing out in high relief.
Does she relent? Nope. She goes right into a set of push ups.
Catskill Jack: Hurry up, slowpoke. Knock them out so we can go inside and shoot one of those stupid promos they want.
He scoffs at the notion of mandatory promo videos. If he had his way, Lisa would train her ass off until match time and then handle business where it counts, in the ring. There’d be none of this “your mom sucks and you’re ugly and I’m gonna beat you up” trash talk. He’s old school like that. He tosses her a water as she finishes up, and she greedily partakes in it as they commence their journey toward the expansive building.
Catskill Jack: But seriously, we’ve looked into him and know what he’s about. You should do just fine.
Lisa Foster: I just hope that arrogant buffoon Camilla Gonzalez watches the match. Maybe then she’ll shut her penis housing assembly and jump off my Twitter feed.
He swats her hard across the back of the head, still showing signs of swiftness and power even in his elder years. She nurses the area and shoots him a perked brow.
Catskill Jack: Do NOT lose focus. If you go in there wondering if some gator mouthed tadpole ass is getting the hint not to mess with you, she’ll mess with you even more because you’ll likely get your ass handed to you by ole Steven. I still can’t believe his parents named him that. I feel bad for him.
They share some laughs at Steven's expense and step back into the gymnasium, where they meet up with the production crew from Action Wrestling and busy themselves setting everything up.
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On Camera
The camera springs to life showing Lisa stationed on the edge of a wrestling ring, clothed in a pair of white workout pants tight against her legs, a gray Under Armour shirt, and white Reebok shoes. Her lips spread into an infectious smile and she gives a cute little salute to those who will be viewing the video once it’s viral on the net and the official Action Wrestling website.
Lisa: Howdy, Action fans! I’m Lisa Foster. Some may know me already from my exploits in the MMA circuits and recent contract signing press conference or my twitter battle with fart mouth Camilla Gonzalez, but for those who don’t know me, allow me to indulge you. I’m strong as an ox, quick as a hiccup, and tough as a two dollar steak. I did very well for myself in MMA but wanted to try an even greater challenge, and that’s professional wrestling. I’ve always been a fan but never thought I’d be in a position to make the jump, until now. Action Wrestling is the perfect promotion for my start in this new world. The promotion is new and the head honchos are going to be pulling out all the stops to earn their stripes among the other organizations out there, and the same can be said for me against my fellow roster members.
She gives a matter-of-fact gesture with her head to follow up her words, which are spoken with a sweet honeyed tone and flecked with Texan accent here and there.
Lisa: Speaking of fellow roster members, for my first outing I’m going against you, Steven Stevens. I’m sure this is the part where I’m supposed to tell you how stupid you are and how unattractive your face is and all of that silliness, but I’m not going to do that. To be honest, you were pretty smart for using your MMA background to land a spot on the roster, and you’re pretty easy on the eyes if I do say so myself. This is a good match for both of us. The powers-that-be are taking a gamble on us. We’re both from the MMA side of the fence and untested in pro wrestling. So we’re basically on a even playing field, but only one of us is going to climb up a rung when the dust settles, and it’s going to be me…..
Why?
She narrows her eyes and wags a finger his way.
Lisa: Because I’ve read your dossier. It’s public knowledge. You’re an MMA drop out. I was very successful in MMA and won titles. I didn’t drop out, I left for a greater challenge. You’re lazy, dude. It seems you don’t care about assimilating yourself into pro wrestling, instead you’re going to rely primarily on your MMA training and that’s it. Me? I’ve already been busting my butt training. I’ve been trotting the states, checking into various professional wrestling academies to immerse myself in this craft. I’m sure you’re even going to buy into the hype that the media will pump out in this little match of ours, the whole “what would happen if a man and woman MMA fighter fought”, you know? That doesn’t make you stupid, it just makes you gullible to think you can win because of genetic differences and all that noise. Skill wins the day, and I have it in spades over you.
A few men and women decked out in pro wrestling gear start trickling into the ring she’s currently perched upon, prompting her notice and subsequent head nod. She stands up and begins working her dark, sweat dampened tresses into a ponytail.
Lisa: Don’t let any of my words sour you, Steven. I mean no ill will. I.. well… wait… I do mean a little bit of ill will, because you’re a damn Raiders fan after all, which means you totally deserve to be murder punched and have the brakes beat plum off of you. Anyone who is not a Dallas Cowboys fan deserves the same treatment, so it’s not just you, man! I respect you. I respect anyone who steps into a combat sports ring. I even respect that walking bag of silicone and hot air, Camilla Gonzalez. She got lost on her way to Starbucks and wound up accidentally signing a wrestling contract, but instead of cowering she’s going all in, willing to put her body on the line to make the most of it here. However, Steven, when the bell rings it’s going to seem like I don’t respect you at all, because I’m coming to rip you root from stem and toss you onto the one way train to Slumber Town.
But at the end of the night, remember something… Always aim for the moon, because even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.
Having delivered her closing, cheesy remark, she graces the viewers with a spirit lifting smile before turning and stepping into the ring. The scene fades to black as she begins doing warm up exercises with the instructors charged with making her into a competitive professional wrestler.
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