Post by Ciara O'Connor on Sept 7, 2024 17:22:56 GMT
Ciara was stretching after a good workout. She felt ready to get back into the ring. She was more than ready. The gym was silent at this time of night and that’s how she preferred things when she could help it.
By coincidence or cruel fate, Shea O’Hara entered, just as Ciara was seemingly winding down. The two had been up and down the road together for many years, but were never friends. Once perhaps, they were enemies, but more recently even that had begun to simmer down to a casual, almost neutral indifference now. On a particularly good day, Shea might even consider Ciara a work colleague, though she doubted Ciara felt quite the same.
“Surprised you’re here so late.” Ciara mentioned casually.
“Not exactly super popular these days like,” Shea smiled. “So figured there’d be less people who want to mob me for being in The Murder at this hour, y’know?”
“Yeah, The Murder.” Ciara scoffed, “Can’t say I’m surprised you followed Viv to that.”
“Oh, sorry, I’m so darn predictable,” Shea said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Not a fan of my career decisions lately then?”
“I don’t think about your career.” Ciara shrugged, “I know you have that title match and you joined up with the newest batch of spooky bitches.”
“We’re down to just the one spooky bitch,” Shea corrected, “And she’s hardly booked, probably won’t be until somebody in management remembers that it’s Halloween soon and somebody else remembers ‘hey yeah, how about that sexy blonde with a crow fetish, she still goes here, right? Maybe we should use her for a match or two.’ just to justify keeping her on the payroll, like.”
“You don’t count Brooklyn then?” Ciara asked zipping up her gym bag. “Feel prepared for your match against the world champion?”
“Nah, Brook just continues to bury her head in the sand and wait for the perfect moment to get back at Dean or whatever the feck she’s doing right now. I only count those who still have their head in the game. V is practically the leader now and you know as well as I do that any group led by her is far from spooky.” Shea took off her regular top and quickly changed into her sports bra. “As for my upcoming match against Charlie, I was actually thinking of asking if you’d be interested in helping me train for it. It could be like the old days at the PC when you were officially one of my coaches. I need somebody who isn’t going to hold back on putting me through my paces and I obviously can’t ask V whilst she’s preparing herself to kick Dean square in the nuts and all, like.”
Ciara paused, “You want me to train you?”
“Despite our differences over the years, you’re still one of the baddest bitches I know who still works here,” Shea grinned. “I respect your toughness and the fact that you came back from an almost career-ending injury, so yeah I can think of nobody better to whoop my ass into shape for a dominant competitor like Charlie. Your management and training once did wonders for Viv and Dawn at their professional peaks, so I figured you could do the same for me, like.”
Ciara straightened up, “Okay. You want me to train you then I will. As long as you don’t whine and buckle down and do the work.”
“I always do the work. You’ll recall I never missed one of your classes,” Shea winked.
Ciara laughed, “Being a teacher’s pet doesn’t mean I will go easy on you.”
“I just asked to be pushed, I can’t afford to go easy, not against someone like Charlie.”
“Good.” Ciara put her hands on her hips, “Let’s get to work then.”
When the camera comes on Ciara is lounging in a hammock in a pair of shorts and a tank top.
“You might not remember who I am. It’s a fair thought to have. I’ve had one match my entire year back in active duty. My name is Ciara O’Connor. I like getting back into the ring. Wouldn’t mind getting in the ring more but I get there are a lot of girls in this company so there isn’t always room for all of us. Is what it is.”
“I don’t mind getting a match to kick some girl’s teeth down her throat. Take this as an invitation to ask for me anytime. I like doing it. I’m good at it. I seem to have free time to spare.”
“It’s not the first time I’ve fucked up a girl who thought she was hot shit. You’re a dime a dozen Mimi. You don’t even stand out here as the worst. You’re hoping riding a former champion’s dick will get you to the big time. You can change him. You can make him forget about his life before and focus just on you. The stench of Pick-Me is coming off you in waves.”
“You’re nothing. You’re tabloid trash. A girl who just wants to be liked and brought to the big kid's table because of who she’s fucking. But I know a narcissist user when I see one. At least most narcissists have the good grace to have something to be proud of.”
“See, people assume that because I spent some years in this company behind the scenes I must not have much to bring to the in-ring. I managed Vivienne back when she still won matches. I managed Dawn during her title reigns. I even did some training in the Performance Center to try and whip some of you idiots into ring shape. I wasn’t made to be soft and quiet. I wasn’t made to stand at the sidelines and say words of encouragement. I wasn’t built to stand by and let people get away with everything they’ve ever done. That’s not who I am. I’ve never been that person. I was made to make the world shatter and shake under my touch.”
“That’s what you all seem to misunderstand. I am violent. I am bitter. I am cruel. I have made no secret that I am not some soft wilting flower. And you are my example. You’re a joke, Mimi. Maybe they thought this would be an easy match for you, give you that confidence boost of winning?” Ciara laughs loudly. “Not happening. You are my first step, my first victory in this company. My eyes are on another prize but I have no problem dropping you to the mat where you belong. You’re English, I’m not letting you beat me. Not a chance.”
“Maybe you’ll surprise me? Doubtful… but come and have a go if you’re hard enough.”
By coincidence or cruel fate, Shea O’Hara entered, just as Ciara was seemingly winding down. The two had been up and down the road together for many years, but were never friends. Once perhaps, they were enemies, but more recently even that had begun to simmer down to a casual, almost neutral indifference now. On a particularly good day, Shea might even consider Ciara a work colleague, though she doubted Ciara felt quite the same.
“Surprised you’re here so late.” Ciara mentioned casually.
“Not exactly super popular these days like,” Shea smiled. “So figured there’d be less people who want to mob me for being in The Murder at this hour, y’know?”
“Yeah, The Murder.” Ciara scoffed, “Can’t say I’m surprised you followed Viv to that.”
“Oh, sorry, I’m so darn predictable,” Shea said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Not a fan of my career decisions lately then?”
“I don’t think about your career.” Ciara shrugged, “I know you have that title match and you joined up with the newest batch of spooky bitches.”
“We’re down to just the one spooky bitch,” Shea corrected, “And she’s hardly booked, probably won’t be until somebody in management remembers that it’s Halloween soon and somebody else remembers ‘hey yeah, how about that sexy blonde with a crow fetish, she still goes here, right? Maybe we should use her for a match or two.’ just to justify keeping her on the payroll, like.”
“You don’t count Brooklyn then?” Ciara asked zipping up her gym bag. “Feel prepared for your match against the world champion?”
“Nah, Brook just continues to bury her head in the sand and wait for the perfect moment to get back at Dean or whatever the feck she’s doing right now. I only count those who still have their head in the game. V is practically the leader now and you know as well as I do that any group led by her is far from spooky.” Shea took off her regular top and quickly changed into her sports bra. “As for my upcoming match against Charlie, I was actually thinking of asking if you’d be interested in helping me train for it. It could be like the old days at the PC when you were officially one of my coaches. I need somebody who isn’t going to hold back on putting me through my paces and I obviously can’t ask V whilst she’s preparing herself to kick Dean square in the nuts and all, like.”
Ciara paused, “You want me to train you?”
“Despite our differences over the years, you’re still one of the baddest bitches I know who still works here,” Shea grinned. “I respect your toughness and the fact that you came back from an almost career-ending injury, so yeah I can think of nobody better to whoop my ass into shape for a dominant competitor like Charlie. Your management and training once did wonders for Viv and Dawn at their professional peaks, so I figured you could do the same for me, like.”
Ciara straightened up, “Okay. You want me to train you then I will. As long as you don’t whine and buckle down and do the work.”
“I always do the work. You’ll recall I never missed one of your classes,” Shea winked.
Ciara laughed, “Being a teacher’s pet doesn’t mean I will go easy on you.”
“I just asked to be pushed, I can’t afford to go easy, not against someone like Charlie.”
“Good.” Ciara put her hands on her hips, “Let’s get to work then.”
When the camera comes on Ciara is lounging in a hammock in a pair of shorts and a tank top.
“You might not remember who I am. It’s a fair thought to have. I’ve had one match my entire year back in active duty. My name is Ciara O’Connor. I like getting back into the ring. Wouldn’t mind getting in the ring more but I get there are a lot of girls in this company so there isn’t always room for all of us. Is what it is.”
“I don’t mind getting a match to kick some girl’s teeth down her throat. Take this as an invitation to ask for me anytime. I like doing it. I’m good at it. I seem to have free time to spare.”
“It’s not the first time I’ve fucked up a girl who thought she was hot shit. You’re a dime a dozen Mimi. You don’t even stand out here as the worst. You’re hoping riding a former champion’s dick will get you to the big time. You can change him. You can make him forget about his life before and focus just on you. The stench of Pick-Me is coming off you in waves.”
“You’re nothing. You’re tabloid trash. A girl who just wants to be liked and brought to the big kid's table because of who she’s fucking. But I know a narcissist user when I see one. At least most narcissists have the good grace to have something to be proud of.”
“See, people assume that because I spent some years in this company behind the scenes I must not have much to bring to the in-ring. I managed Vivienne back when she still won matches. I managed Dawn during her title reigns. I even did some training in the Performance Center to try and whip some of you idiots into ring shape. I wasn’t made to be soft and quiet. I wasn’t made to stand at the sidelines and say words of encouragement. I wasn’t built to stand by and let people get away with everything they’ve ever done. That’s not who I am. I’ve never been that person. I was made to make the world shatter and shake under my touch.”
“That’s what you all seem to misunderstand. I am violent. I am bitter. I am cruel. I have made no secret that I am not some soft wilting flower. And you are my example. You’re a joke, Mimi. Maybe they thought this would be an easy match for you, give you that confidence boost of winning?” Ciara laughs loudly. “Not happening. You are my first step, my first victory in this company. My eyes are on another prize but I have no problem dropping you to the mat where you belong. You’re English, I’m not letting you beat me. Not a chance.”
“Maybe you’ll surprise me? Doubtful… but come and have a go if you’re hard enough.”
Well howdy there pardner.