Post by Vivienne Daniels on Sept 9, 2017 20:30:26 GMT
The camera turns on in a small gym. Vivienne is standing next to a punching bag that is swinging slightly. Vivienne smiles at the camera and takes a deep breath.
“Imperial wrestling federation.” Vivienne places a gentle hand on her heart. “I can safely say I am extremely honored to have been allowed to join your ranks among your diamond division.”
“My name is Vivienne Rodgers. You might not know who I am right now but I’m more than willing to educate you on the subject.” Vivienne winks at the camera. “Third generation wrestler. Thomas Rodgers is my grandfather. Jacob Rodgers is my father… but that’s a little more wrestling cred for the more hardcore wrestling nerds. We all know the family doesn’t guarantee skill.”
“I’ve been working since I was a teenager to make it here. I’ve earned my spot here through blood sweat and tears. I’m not just here because of my bloodline. But I’m sure it didn’t hurt my chances. I’ve held titles in the independent circuit. I’ve been in fantastic matches with some of the best women out there. But I know this is the big Leagues.”
“I know everything I’ve done before, whatever titles and accolades I’ve gained don’t mean anything. I’m starting from the bottom. I look forward to improving. To seeing all you other girls in the ring. To really just proving myself here to all of you in the locker room and the fans.”
They had found themselves a bar not too far from the hotel room. It was fancier than the dive bars Vivienne was used to getting a drink on the road but New York was meant to be the happening place girls from small midwestern America dreamed about. Vivienne was just happy for the clean bar and music. No one had carved a number to call for a good time so it was clearly a step up.
“Here’s to hitting the life goal.” Ciara grinned widely holding up her fruit covered glass.
“Wouldn’t be here without you.” Vivienne smiled hitting her glass with her own simpler Long island ice tea.
“Liar.” Ciara goaded sipping her drink. “You worked your ass off to get here. I simply provided you the basic girl overhaul.”
Vivienne smiled sipping her drink. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
“Pot calling kettle black.” Ciara countered. “You’ve had the skill for ages. I just helped people see you.”
“And we got here.” Vivienne smiled happily. “All this work paid off. I cannot express how fucking pumped I am for this.”
“You’re going to blow them away, hon.” Ciara got an evil kind of grin. “So, now I’ve helped you achieve your dreams what do you plan to do next?”
“Buy you another…what the hell is that anyway?”
“Malibu Barbie, I think?” Ciara looked at the empty glass.
“You’re kidding…”
“Celebration means I can drink whatever I want without judgment.” Ciara stuck out her tongue.
“Aren’t you normally a brandy and whiskey girl?” Vivienne teased.
“Celebration.” Ciara shook her head. “So you didn’t mention. How’d the fam take the news?”
Vivienne pulled out her phone and pulled up the text message. “Chester hasn’t responded yet.”
“Well, no accounting for his taste.” Ciara waved it off. “Dad and Grandpa?”
“Oh.” Vivienne grinned shyly handing the phone over to her best friend.
“Grandpa glowing praise as always. Ohh… I think your dad just offered to sell me your legacy.” Ciara grinned.
“It’s a figure of speech.” Vivienne took her phone back.
“I don’t know. I could think of a few things I could use Chester for…”
“Don’t be gross. Stop. Do not want to hear this.” Vivienne shook her head.
“Party pooper.” Ciara teases bumping her shoulder. “So now to use my manager voice…”
“Uh oh.” Vivienne looked over at her. “What?”
“So the first match. Feeling prepared?”
“Totally.” Vivienne nodded. “I’ve rewatched all of her matches I could find online. I’m in prime condition. I got this.”
“You do.” Ciara nodded. “I know you bet on her in that bracket we had going.”
“The Diamonds in the rough bracket. Right. God, I’d almost forgotten about that dumpster fire...”
“For you lot. I won a pretty big payout from that.” Ciara grinned.
“You won a plastic cup.”
“A plastic cup that said eternal bragging rights!”
“Regardless? Even if I lost on her I’m not under estimating her. She’s good. I’m not going to go in half-cocked.”
“that’s what I like to hear.” Ciara grinned. “Hey, bartender! Get me a sillier girlie drink, my bff is going to kick some ass on a broadcast sporting event so get her one too.”
Vivienne laughed sipping from her drink again.
“Brooklyn Madrox. You’re my first match here in this company and I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve listened to your podcast. I’ve seen you in the ring. You and me? This is going to be fun. I know you got a little buried in the Diamonds in the rough fights. I know you had to go up against some monsters in that ring. I know it’s been a rough year for you. You don’t get the respect the other girls get. That’s rough. That can tear a girl down. I know some of the promos they made about you said you were a waste, not worth paying attention to. It hasn’t been great. We all struggle to find our footing sometimes.”
“But look, I‘ve seen you wrestle. You deserve to be in that ring. Too many women in this industry get down on themselves for not hitting the highs that other flasher girls get. Don’t let that happen to you. You’re great! You deserve to be here. I actually am pretty pumped to have you as my first match. I think it’ll be an excellent match.”
“But you and me? This is going to be great. I look forward to having you as the first step in my career in the Imperial Wrestling Federation. Maybe we’ll go out for drinks after? If you feel up to it.”
Vivienne winks. “See you on Monday.”
“Imperial wrestling federation.” Vivienne places a gentle hand on her heart. “I can safely say I am extremely honored to have been allowed to join your ranks among your diamond division.”
“My name is Vivienne Rodgers. You might not know who I am right now but I’m more than willing to educate you on the subject.” Vivienne winks at the camera. “Third generation wrestler. Thomas Rodgers is my grandfather. Jacob Rodgers is my father… but that’s a little more wrestling cred for the more hardcore wrestling nerds. We all know the family doesn’t guarantee skill.”
“I’ve been working since I was a teenager to make it here. I’ve earned my spot here through blood sweat and tears. I’m not just here because of my bloodline. But I’m sure it didn’t hurt my chances. I’ve held titles in the independent circuit. I’ve been in fantastic matches with some of the best women out there. But I know this is the big Leagues.”
“I know everything I’ve done before, whatever titles and accolades I’ve gained don’t mean anything. I’m starting from the bottom. I look forward to improving. To seeing all you other girls in the ring. To really just proving myself here to all of you in the locker room and the fans.”
They had found themselves a bar not too far from the hotel room. It was fancier than the dive bars Vivienne was used to getting a drink on the road but New York was meant to be the happening place girls from small midwestern America dreamed about. Vivienne was just happy for the clean bar and music. No one had carved a number to call for a good time so it was clearly a step up.
“Here’s to hitting the life goal.” Ciara grinned widely holding up her fruit covered glass.
“Wouldn’t be here without you.” Vivienne smiled hitting her glass with her own simpler Long island ice tea.
“Liar.” Ciara goaded sipping her drink. “You worked your ass off to get here. I simply provided you the basic girl overhaul.”
Vivienne smiled sipping her drink. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
“Pot calling kettle black.” Ciara countered. “You’ve had the skill for ages. I just helped people see you.”
“And we got here.” Vivienne smiled happily. “All this work paid off. I cannot express how fucking pumped I am for this.”
“You’re going to blow them away, hon.” Ciara got an evil kind of grin. “So, now I’ve helped you achieve your dreams what do you plan to do next?”
“Buy you another…what the hell is that anyway?”
“Malibu Barbie, I think?” Ciara looked at the empty glass.
“You’re kidding…”
“Celebration means I can drink whatever I want without judgment.” Ciara stuck out her tongue.
“Aren’t you normally a brandy and whiskey girl?” Vivienne teased.
“Celebration.” Ciara shook her head. “So you didn’t mention. How’d the fam take the news?”
Vivienne pulled out her phone and pulled up the text message. “Chester hasn’t responded yet.”
“Well, no accounting for his taste.” Ciara waved it off. “Dad and Grandpa?”
“Oh.” Vivienne grinned shyly handing the phone over to her best friend.
“Grandpa glowing praise as always. Ohh… I think your dad just offered to sell me your legacy.” Ciara grinned.
“It’s a figure of speech.” Vivienne took her phone back.
“I don’t know. I could think of a few things I could use Chester for…”
“Don’t be gross. Stop. Do not want to hear this.” Vivienne shook her head.
“Party pooper.” Ciara teases bumping her shoulder. “So now to use my manager voice…”
“Uh oh.” Vivienne looked over at her. “What?”
“So the first match. Feeling prepared?”
“Totally.” Vivienne nodded. “I’ve rewatched all of her matches I could find online. I’m in prime condition. I got this.”
“You do.” Ciara nodded. “I know you bet on her in that bracket we had going.”
“The Diamonds in the rough bracket. Right. God, I’d almost forgotten about that dumpster fire...”
“For you lot. I won a pretty big payout from that.” Ciara grinned.
“You won a plastic cup.”
“A plastic cup that said eternal bragging rights!”
“Regardless? Even if I lost on her I’m not under estimating her. She’s good. I’m not going to go in half-cocked.”
“that’s what I like to hear.” Ciara grinned. “Hey, bartender! Get me a sillier girlie drink, my bff is going to kick some ass on a broadcast sporting event so get her one too.”
Vivienne laughed sipping from her drink again.
“Brooklyn Madrox. You’re my first match here in this company and I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve listened to your podcast. I’ve seen you in the ring. You and me? This is going to be fun. I know you got a little buried in the Diamonds in the rough fights. I know you had to go up against some monsters in that ring. I know it’s been a rough year for you. You don’t get the respect the other girls get. That’s rough. That can tear a girl down. I know some of the promos they made about you said you were a waste, not worth paying attention to. It hasn’t been great. We all struggle to find our footing sometimes.”
“But look, I‘ve seen you wrestle. You deserve to be in that ring. Too many women in this industry get down on themselves for not hitting the highs that other flasher girls get. Don’t let that happen to you. You’re great! You deserve to be here. I actually am pretty pumped to have you as my first match. I think it’ll be an excellent match.”
“But you and me? This is going to be great. I look forward to having you as the first step in my career in the Imperial Wrestling Federation. Maybe we’ll go out for drinks after? If you feel up to it.”
Vivienne winks. “See you on Monday.”
Well howdy there pardner.