Post by Rosa DeLuca on Sept 1, 2024 21:42:10 GMT
She had a belt. Her first belt. The first belt of its kind. She was the first trans person to be a champion. Cals Jacobsen as the nonbinary nightmare had had a couple of fights but they never got a belt. Jess Fowler had been part of the management team.
But she was the first champion. She could go out and celebrate. But she didn’t know anyone in Japan. She’s made a few friends in the business on her own.
Besides…
Rosa felt responsible. She hadn’t been the one to tell Warren to skip medical but she had been the one to do most of the patchwork. Pax had a clean victory but her mind ran through all the ways she might have missed something that caused further injury. Making her way to Warren’s hotel room was easy, especially as she had told him she wanted to check in on him, and he had invited her up.
She took a deep breath as she knocked on his door. She was quite unprepared for when he answered, shirtless, “Hey.”
“Hey.” Warren sat up with a smile upon seeing her, her heart fluttered despite herself. “Congratulations on such a landmark victory. You’ve made history and I’m proud of you. Your name will always be recognized as a pioneer in the company now and nobody can ever take that away from you.”
Rosa blushed, why did his smile make her whole world brighter? “Thank you. I appreciate you saying so. It was hard.” She stepped into the room as he stepped aside and shut the door behind her, “How are you doing?”
“I’ve been better,” Warren said.
“You made him fight for it. You did very well.” Rosa chose to sit on the chair next to the bed. She should’ve asked about where Mimi was. “You got a good defense in. You are better than half of the previous champs. You have a pretty good record and you should be proud.”
“Thank you. Didn’t know you were such a fan.” Warren held her gaze as he sat on the bed. “Didn’t think someone like you would follow my career, honestly.”
Rosa blushed deeper, and glanced away feeling the warmth spreading, “Someone like me?”
“Yeah, someone so considerate and caring.” Warren said. “I’m not used to anybody really worrying about my health and wellbeing, especially not after they just had the biggest win of their career and should be out celebrating. Yet here you are, stuck checking up on me.”
“I’m not stuck. I chose to come.” Rosa felt something holding his hand now, her heart was beating a little faster, was she nervous? “I can celebrate my win later. You are more important.”
Why did she say that out loud? It was true but it was…one of those things you should keep in your head. You shouldn’t say it out loud, and you definitely shouldn’t say it out loud to someone else’s boyfriend.
“That’s sweet of you to say,” Warren squeezed her hand. “Maybe we can celebrate your win together, later?”
“Yeah…I’d love that.”
“You know what? So would I.”
Rosa felt herself blush more. There was a part of her that was already picturing things she shouldn’t say. There was a connection she felt with him like a fire was lit in her heart just by his smile. She didn’t care about his money, his fame, his family name, or any of the things he’d done. She just liked him. Where Gabriela had been a slow raising of the tide, for some reason his smile was flint to steel. A life, a love, a family sprung up in her mind. One where they were both happy. But he belonged to someone else. He was not hers to look at this way. She reflected on her values and the kind of person she wanted to be. She wanted to be a role model, someone people could look up to, she remembered Mimi. She could not hurt her. Would not ruin things simply because her heart was suddenly feeling so reckless and wild like a horse. She had to act with integrity. She wasn’t the kind of girl who hurt other people.
Warren likely saw the journey play out across her face as he gave her a quizzical look.
“We should invite your girlfriend too. Maybe Shea as well.” Rosa said softly, “I…could use more friends.”
“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Warren said. “Can never have too many friends, right?”
Some say an army of horsemen,
some of footsoldiers, some of ships,
is the fairest thing on the black earth,
but I say it is what one loves.
It’s very easy to make this clear
to everyone, for Helen,
by far surpassing mortals in beauty,
left the best of all husbands
and sailed to Troy,
mindful of neither her child
nor her dear parents, but
with one glimpse she was seduced by
The scene opens in a dimly lit wrestling gym, the camera focusing on the center ring where Rosa DeLuca stands. She wears a leather jacket over her wrestling gear, the words "The Italian Rose" emblazoned on her back, and the IWF Gladiatorix Championship around her waist.
“I won. I won the match.” Rosa puts both hands to her heart. ”I wanted to win. I put the hours in and I worked my butt off to win. I want to thank Caroline, Itami, and Rini for the wonderful match. I know there were lots of matches at Legacy but I think ours was one of the best. It was one of the hardest matches of my career. And I will remember it for the rest of my life. Thank you.”
Rosa beams a very large and warm smile. "You know, every time I step into this ring, I’m filled with pride—not just for myself, but for everyone who’s ever felt like they didn’t belong. For everyone who’s been told they couldn’t achieve their dreams because they didn’t fit into someone else’s box. Well, look at me now!" Rosa looks down with pride at the Gladiatorix belt. "I’ve fought tooth and nail to get to this point. Not just for myself, but for every person out there who’s been told they’re too different, too unique, too much of something to ever stand tall in this spotlight. But here I am, on the verge of making history as the first transgender champion in this company!"
"This isn’t just about winning a title—it’s about breaking barriers and proving that who you are, who you truly are, is your greatest strength. I’m proud of who I am, proud of where I’ve come from, and proud of the journey that’s led me here." Rosa bounces slightly on her feet. “I made history. Winning this title isn’t wasn’t about making history—it’s about creating a future where everyone knows they belong. So, when I step into that ring, I’m not just representing gold. I’m fighting for change. I’m fighting for every single person who dares to dream big.”
Rosa lets out a breath to help keep her calm and focused, "Mimi, you know I've got nothing but love and respect for you. I’d like to think we are friendly. Maybe not friends but I’d like us to be friends. I think you are talented. I think you are beautiful, smart, and worthy of the world. But when that bell rings, friendship steps aside. This isn't about being friends—this is about being the best."
"They say iron sharpens iron, right? Well, come match time, I’m bringing my best. I expect nothing less from you. But let me tell you something, Mimi—friend or not, I’m not holding back. Not one bit. Because to be the best, I have to face every challenge head-on. And right now, that's you."
"So bring your A-game, girl, because I’m bringing mine. Let’s give them a match they’ll never forget."
But she was the first champion. She could go out and celebrate. But she didn’t know anyone in Japan. She’s made a few friends in the business on her own.
Besides…
Rosa felt responsible. She hadn’t been the one to tell Warren to skip medical but she had been the one to do most of the patchwork. Pax had a clean victory but her mind ran through all the ways she might have missed something that caused further injury. Making her way to Warren’s hotel room was easy, especially as she had told him she wanted to check in on him, and he had invited her up.
She took a deep breath as she knocked on his door. She was quite unprepared for when he answered, shirtless, “Hey.”
“Hey.” Warren sat up with a smile upon seeing her, her heart fluttered despite herself. “Congratulations on such a landmark victory. You’ve made history and I’m proud of you. Your name will always be recognized as a pioneer in the company now and nobody can ever take that away from you.”
Rosa blushed, why did his smile make her whole world brighter? “Thank you. I appreciate you saying so. It was hard.” She stepped into the room as he stepped aside and shut the door behind her, “How are you doing?”
“I’ve been better,” Warren said.
“You made him fight for it. You did very well.” Rosa chose to sit on the chair next to the bed. She should’ve asked about where Mimi was. “You got a good defense in. You are better than half of the previous champs. You have a pretty good record and you should be proud.”
“Thank you. Didn’t know you were such a fan.” Warren held her gaze as he sat on the bed. “Didn’t think someone like you would follow my career, honestly.”
Rosa blushed deeper, and glanced away feeling the warmth spreading, “Someone like me?”
“Yeah, someone so considerate and caring.” Warren said. “I’m not used to anybody really worrying about my health and wellbeing, especially not after they just had the biggest win of their career and should be out celebrating. Yet here you are, stuck checking up on me.”
“I’m not stuck. I chose to come.” Rosa felt something holding his hand now, her heart was beating a little faster, was she nervous? “I can celebrate my win later. You are more important.”
Why did she say that out loud? It was true but it was…one of those things you should keep in your head. You shouldn’t say it out loud, and you definitely shouldn’t say it out loud to someone else’s boyfriend.
“That’s sweet of you to say,” Warren squeezed her hand. “Maybe we can celebrate your win together, later?”
“Yeah…I’d love that.”
“You know what? So would I.”
Rosa felt herself blush more. There was a part of her that was already picturing things she shouldn’t say. There was a connection she felt with him like a fire was lit in her heart just by his smile. She didn’t care about his money, his fame, his family name, or any of the things he’d done. She just liked him. Where Gabriela had been a slow raising of the tide, for some reason his smile was flint to steel. A life, a love, a family sprung up in her mind. One where they were both happy. But he belonged to someone else. He was not hers to look at this way. She reflected on her values and the kind of person she wanted to be. She wanted to be a role model, someone people could look up to, she remembered Mimi. She could not hurt her. Would not ruin things simply because her heart was suddenly feeling so reckless and wild like a horse. She had to act with integrity. She wasn’t the kind of girl who hurt other people.
Warren likely saw the journey play out across her face as he gave her a quizzical look.
“We should invite your girlfriend too. Maybe Shea as well.” Rosa said softly, “I…could use more friends.”
“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Warren said. “Can never have too many friends, right?”
Some say an army of horsemen,
some of footsoldiers, some of ships,
is the fairest thing on the black earth,
but I say it is what one loves.
It’s very easy to make this clear
to everyone, for Helen,
by far surpassing mortals in beauty,
left the best of all husbands
and sailed to Troy,
mindful of neither her child
nor her dear parents, but
with one glimpse she was seduced by
The scene opens in a dimly lit wrestling gym, the camera focusing on the center ring where Rosa DeLuca stands. She wears a leather jacket over her wrestling gear, the words "The Italian Rose" emblazoned on her back, and the IWF Gladiatorix Championship around her waist.
“I won. I won the match.” Rosa puts both hands to her heart. ”I wanted to win. I put the hours in and I worked my butt off to win. I want to thank Caroline, Itami, and Rini for the wonderful match. I know there were lots of matches at Legacy but I think ours was one of the best. It was one of the hardest matches of my career. And I will remember it for the rest of my life. Thank you.”
Rosa beams a very large and warm smile. "You know, every time I step into this ring, I’m filled with pride—not just for myself, but for everyone who’s ever felt like they didn’t belong. For everyone who’s been told they couldn’t achieve their dreams because they didn’t fit into someone else’s box. Well, look at me now!" Rosa looks down with pride at the Gladiatorix belt. "I’ve fought tooth and nail to get to this point. Not just for myself, but for every person out there who’s been told they’re too different, too unique, too much of something to ever stand tall in this spotlight. But here I am, on the verge of making history as the first transgender champion in this company!"
"This isn’t just about winning a title—it’s about breaking barriers and proving that who you are, who you truly are, is your greatest strength. I’m proud of who I am, proud of where I’ve come from, and proud of the journey that’s led me here." Rosa bounces slightly on her feet. “I made history. Winning this title isn’t wasn’t about making history—it’s about creating a future where everyone knows they belong. So, when I step into that ring, I’m not just representing gold. I’m fighting for change. I’m fighting for every single person who dares to dream big.”
Rosa lets out a breath to help keep her calm and focused, "Mimi, you know I've got nothing but love and respect for you. I’d like to think we are friendly. Maybe not friends but I’d like us to be friends. I think you are talented. I think you are beautiful, smart, and worthy of the world. But when that bell rings, friendship steps aside. This isn't about being friends—this is about being the best."
"They say iron sharpens iron, right? Well, come match time, I’m bringing my best. I expect nothing less from you. But let me tell you something, Mimi—friend or not, I’m not holding back. Not one bit. Because to be the best, I have to face every challenge head-on. And right now, that's you."
"So bring your A-game, girl, because I’m bringing mine. Let’s give them a match they’ll never forget."
Well howdy there pardner.