Post by Ciara O'Connor on Apr 12, 2024 4:12:53 GMT
Ciara sat at her kitchen table, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. She sipped her coffee, feeling the weight of the decision she had to make hanging heavy in the air. Going back to work after her divorce was daunting, especially considering she had lost the easy position she once held as a trainer in the Performance Center. But she knew she couldn't let fear hold her back any longer.
Taking a deep breath, Ciara began to talk herself into it. "Okay, Ciara, you've been through worse. You've faced challenges before and come out stronger. This is just another hurdle to overcome."
She thought back to her passion for wrestling, the joy she felt helping others achieve their goals as a manager. That sense of fulfillment couldn't be lost just because her personal life had taken a hit. "I love what I do," she reminded herself. "And I'm good at it. Maybe even better now that I've faced some adversity."
But there were practical considerations too. "I need to support myself," she acknowledged. "I can't rely on anyone else to take care of me. I have skills and experience that are valuable, and I need to use them to build a future for myself."
Ciara knew it wouldn't be easy. There would be days when doubt crept in, when the weight of her circumstances felt overwhelming. But she refused to let that stop her. "I'm resilient," she declared. "I've been knocked down before, but I always get back up. And this time will be no different."
With a newfound determination, Ciara finished her coffee and stood up from the table. She was ready to face the world again, to reclaim her place in the fitness industry and forge a new path forward. It wouldn't be easy, but she knew she was capable of rising to the challenge.
The camera comes on to Ciara standing in a white kitchen in a pair of black heels and a short black dress.
“Who am I fighting my first match back? Rosa, was it?”
Ciara puts her hands on the counter behind her.
“Not that I expect anyone to really pay attention to this match. You don’t remember me. You certainly don’t remember her. But I’m recording this and as they say, if it exists someone is watching it. Or is that just about porn?”
Ciara jumps onto the counter, crossing her legs.
"But let’s assume Rosa finds her way here. Hi, Rosa. Surprised you could tear yourself away from whatever insignificant thing you do with your time. Oh, don't play coy with me. We both know you're not exactly making waves in this company. Unlike some of us who actually matter."
Ciara smiles.
“Ciara O’Connor. I trained Vivienne Rodgers, back when she used to win matches. I managed Dawn Halliwell, and got her her first few championships. I did that. Not the dead fuck who shot 10 ccs of dream killer into her mom just to show up at the last fucking minute. Me.”
Ciara leans back on the counter slightly.
“But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? You're too busy being forgettable.”
Ciara looks down at her short nails.
“Trust me, darling, you'd do well to remember who I am. But considering your track record, I highly doubt you're capable of remembering anything that matters.”
Ciara waves Rosa or the viewer off.
“Run along now, Rosa. Before you embarrass yourself even further”
Taking a deep breath, Ciara began to talk herself into it. "Okay, Ciara, you've been through worse. You've faced challenges before and come out stronger. This is just another hurdle to overcome."
She thought back to her passion for wrestling, the joy she felt helping others achieve their goals as a manager. That sense of fulfillment couldn't be lost just because her personal life had taken a hit. "I love what I do," she reminded herself. "And I'm good at it. Maybe even better now that I've faced some adversity."
But there were practical considerations too. "I need to support myself," she acknowledged. "I can't rely on anyone else to take care of me. I have skills and experience that are valuable, and I need to use them to build a future for myself."
Ciara knew it wouldn't be easy. There would be days when doubt crept in, when the weight of her circumstances felt overwhelming. But she refused to let that stop her. "I'm resilient," she declared. "I've been knocked down before, but I always get back up. And this time will be no different."
With a newfound determination, Ciara finished her coffee and stood up from the table. She was ready to face the world again, to reclaim her place in the fitness industry and forge a new path forward. It wouldn't be easy, but she knew she was capable of rising to the challenge.
The camera comes on to Ciara standing in a white kitchen in a pair of black heels and a short black dress.
“Who am I fighting my first match back? Rosa, was it?”
Ciara puts her hands on the counter behind her.
“Not that I expect anyone to really pay attention to this match. You don’t remember me. You certainly don’t remember her. But I’m recording this and as they say, if it exists someone is watching it. Or is that just about porn?”
Ciara jumps onto the counter, crossing her legs.
"But let’s assume Rosa finds her way here. Hi, Rosa. Surprised you could tear yourself away from whatever insignificant thing you do with your time. Oh, don't play coy with me. We both know you're not exactly making waves in this company. Unlike some of us who actually matter."
Ciara smiles.
“Ciara O’Connor. I trained Vivienne Rodgers, back when she used to win matches. I managed Dawn Halliwell, and got her her first few championships. I did that. Not the dead fuck who shot 10 ccs of dream killer into her mom just to show up at the last fucking minute. Me.”
Ciara leans back on the counter slightly.
“But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? You're too busy being forgettable.”
Ciara looks down at her short nails.
“Trust me, darling, you'd do well to remember who I am. But considering your track record, I highly doubt you're capable of remembering anything that matters.”
Ciara waves Rosa or the viewer off.
“Run along now, Rosa. Before you embarrass yourself even further”
Well howdy there pardner.