Post by RAM on Apr 6, 2023 6:43:53 GMT
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March 31, 2023 - 1:30 PM
Inside the Midlothian Historic Gymnasium, a.k.a. "The Old Gym"...
"Ten minutes -- GO!!"
As the buzzer sounded and the clocked ticked down, Ram started running laps, going full-throttle into a dead sprint. A day after he accepted Fiona McFly's offer to train him, it was no secret that he want to show her what he was capable of doing. Piece of cake...he muttered to himself as he sprinted around the old gym's recently-restored hardwood basketball court.
Yet as the minutes ticked?
He would soon realize that this trial wasn't going to be as easy as he thought.
Perched in the scorer's skybox, Fiona had a good panoramic view of the action on the court. She gazed stoically at Ram as music from the famous band Queen -- her favorite band -- blared from the Bluetooth stereo speaker she had hooked up to her phone. She sighed, watching as Ram began to slow down as the scoreboard clock hit five minutes.
"Slow down, Ram! Pace yourself!"
Ram, his breathing labored and sweating from head to toe, looked up at Fiona.
"What about hittin' people...?!"
"You're not ready to hit yet!"
"Gaahhhhh....!!!"
By the time the last two minutes ticked down, Ram wasn't able to endure the pace he'd put himself through. As the buzzer sounded, he plunked himself down on the first row of bleachers, placing a white towel around his head. Fiona turned off the music before salking down the steps, her stoic demeanor giving way to one that, frankly, wants him to know exactly what went wrong.
"Well, Ram...how're you feeling?"
"Like I did the hokey-pokey…"
"You knocked yourself out, love. Congratulations -- it's the worst thing you can do."
Ram's eyes bulged out.
"Whaddaya think I'm supposed to be? A pussy...?"
Fiona responded in a tough, but somewhat gentle, manner.
"I get it, a'right...you don't want to lose, you didn't choose to train with me in order to lose. You want to push others, you want them to push you back, but more importantly? You want to push yourself. But...you have to know yourself first. How much you can dish out, how much you can take...you have to learn and understand your limits on both sides. It's all about balance and control."
She paused, wrapping a gentle arm around the young man.
"Otherwise, you won't have enough energy to end a match with a flourish and get the win. You wan't have the courage to get back up after getting your ass kicked. Good balance leads to good control. Bad balance leads to moments like this…"
Fiona pulled out her iPhone and showed Ram a YouTuber's video of the incident that took place in the White Lion put in Baldock...
"...or that…"
...before pulling him the moment that saw him chucked over the top rope in the Roulette.
"You understand me?"
Ram sighed
"When am I gonna be able to punch...?!"
Fiona chuckled, mustering a sly grin on her face.
"You're thinking too far ahead -- not 'til when I tell you you're ready…"
She then proceeded to march up the stands and back into the skybox. Man...he muttered under his breath as ten more minutes went up on the scoreboard. At that moment, he realized that Fiona was going to get through to him -- one way or another -- before something worse than the Baldock incident happened.
"You have to know your limits first..."
...to be continued...
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March 31, 2023 - 1:30 PM
Inside the Midlothian Historic Gymnasium, a.k.a. "The Old Gym"...
"Ten minutes -- GO!!"
As the buzzer sounded and the clocked ticked down, Ram started running laps, going full-throttle into a dead sprint. A day after he accepted Fiona McFly's offer to train him, it was no secret that he want to show her what he was capable of doing. Piece of cake...he muttered to himself as he sprinted around the old gym's recently-restored hardwood basketball court.
Yet as the minutes ticked?
He would soon realize that this trial wasn't going to be as easy as he thought.
Perched in the scorer's skybox, Fiona had a good panoramic view of the action on the court. She gazed stoically at Ram as music from the famous band Queen -- her favorite band -- blared from the Bluetooth stereo speaker she had hooked up to her phone. She sighed, watching as Ram began to slow down as the scoreboard clock hit five minutes.
"Slow down, Ram! Pace yourself!"
Ram, his breathing labored and sweating from head to toe, looked up at Fiona.
"What about hittin' people...?!"
"You're not ready to hit yet!"
"Gaahhhhh....!!!"
By the time the last two minutes ticked down, Ram wasn't able to endure the pace he'd put himself through. As the buzzer sounded, he plunked himself down on the first row of bleachers, placing a white towel around his head. Fiona turned off the music before salking down the steps, her stoic demeanor giving way to one that, frankly, wants him to know exactly what went wrong.
"Well, Ram...how're you feeling?"
"Like I did the hokey-pokey…"
"You knocked yourself out, love. Congratulations -- it's the worst thing you can do."
Ram's eyes bulged out.
"Whaddaya think I'm supposed to be? A pussy...?"
Fiona responded in a tough, but somewhat gentle, manner.
"I get it, a'right...you don't want to lose, you didn't choose to train with me in order to lose. You want to push others, you want them to push you back, but more importantly? You want to push yourself. But...you have to know yourself first. How much you can dish out, how much you can take...you have to learn and understand your limits on both sides. It's all about balance and control."
She paused, wrapping a gentle arm around the young man.
"Otherwise, you won't have enough energy to end a match with a flourish and get the win. You wan't have the courage to get back up after getting your ass kicked. Good balance leads to good control. Bad balance leads to moments like this…"
Fiona pulled out her iPhone and showed Ram a YouTuber's video of the incident that took place in the White Lion put in Baldock...
"...or that…"
...before pulling him the moment that saw him chucked over the top rope in the Roulette.
"You understand me?"
Ram sighed
"When am I gonna be able to punch...?!"
Fiona chuckled, mustering a sly grin on her face.
"You're thinking too far ahead -- not 'til when I tell you you're ready…"
She then proceeded to march up the stands and back into the skybox. Man...he muttered under his breath as ten more minutes went up on the scoreboard. At that moment, he realized that Fiona was going to get through to him -- one way or another -- before something worse than the Baldock incident happened.
"You have to know your limits first..."
...to be continued...
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So...I didn't win the Roulette like I wanted.
I was in the top five or so -- but y'all boys know somethin'?!
There ain't no points for second place, to quote from a famous summer movie from the '80s. No ifs, ands, or buts about it...I failed. When that happened, my mind was goin' into places I never thought I'd imagine. I started gettin' agitated with every second, every moment, and then...that's when I start doin' stupid shit. Yeah, as I'm in this TV title match with Nick Danger and Caleb Cannin, I already get the sense that there's gonna be a cloud hangin' over my head.
After all, I made a mess of a situation under the guise of fendin' someone I admire.
Y'all know the feelin', right boys?! Y'all know the feelin' you get whenever you do somethin' so controversial, you're gonna get piled on by the jackoffs in the media. I have a feelin' that the empty-headed dipshit callin' herself Rayne is gonna crow the usual talkin' points -- that I don't deserve this title shot, that I deserve to be back in jail and all that other bullshit. I welcome every single one of those words 'cause come Odyssey?
A LOT of y'all is gonna eat those words like a barbecue brisket sandwich.
Lemme ask ya somethin', Nick...do you THINK you're ready to step up your game and evolve to the next level? Look, I want to like you. I really, really do...mainly 'cause you've been a brother to me on the road and all that shit. Truth is, I understand you have a family to think about. I understand that you don't want to let your loved ones down. But when this TV title is on the line?
Stop blowin' sunshine and rainbos up my ass! This ain't Brokeback Mountain, this is the rough, tough world of professional wrestling! Carve me up for the stupid shit I pulled in Baldock! Tell me that I ain't ready to hold onto my first ever title! Get on a pulpit and tell the choir that you want that belt more than I do! 'Cause honestly, right now...you're like that saccharin love ballad that doesn't belong on a Slipknot album.
All filler, no killer -- and unless you're ready and willin' to step up and shine?!
I'm fixin' to carve YOU up like a Sunday roast.
Speakin' of steppin' up...Caleb Cannin, did ya enjoy the Roulette?! Oh, wait a minute...YOU WEREN'T THERE!!! You had an opportunity like Nick had to march your ass into the ring and prove that you were more than just the holder of that Television title, but pffft, ya don't goofed it all up. All this talk about JJ bein' a coward, all this talk about you bein' a fighter and all that bullshit?! You only said a helluva lot more about yourself than anyone else.
You just cast yourself as a pussy -- right down to your DNA.
A man that's afraid to lose to a young kid like myself -- or to Nick Danger, I'll add out of respect.
You tried makin' fun of my screwups in the past. You tried callin' yourself "the future" of professional wrestlin' -- like we've heard that shit before. But I did to you like what I did to Nick Danger -- I twerked your arm so hard, you screamed louder than the 70,000 folks who packed AT&T Stadium, on average, for a three-night concert featurin' Taylor Swift! And just to bum from one of her songs?
You ain't never, ever, ever holdin' that Television title belt again!
Not if I have anything to say about it!!
As much as I WANT to talk about what's fixin' to happen when I win that TV title?! I ain't gonna give y'all the satisfaction of spoilers. All I'm GONNA tell you is this...I ain't plannin' on sittin' on my ass every week, lookin' down on high with the Angel Blakes of the world. I ain't plannin' on restin' on my laurels just 'cause I'm workin' with a Hall of Famer in her own right. Nah...this is the part of th program when I promise you all that -- no matter what y'all tell me -- you're gonna be lookin' at not the future or not a savior.
You're gonna be lookin' at the Next Revolution.
And that's fixin' to start right here, right now.
Later.
Well howdy there pardner.