She's the next big thing for woman's wrestling, but helping a young boy ruins her career before it even gets started. Can the boys father help her get back on her feet and back into the game? Or has her passion and confidence been destroyed for good?
A/N : Okay this is kinda random but the idea just sort of came to me. It was actually I dream I had where I got flipped over and landed my lower back on a rock... but then I woke up and fell out my bed so I kinda forgot about the idea until now. I'm still waiting for inspiration for Behind The Curtain, and my wrist is getting better, so look for updates for that soon.
Becky Crawford walked casually along the street on a warm Texas afternoon. She had just finished work - she was a cashier in Walmart - and was making her way home. She glanced at her watch, glad to see she'd be able to make her wrestling lesson in plenty of time. Her fellow trainer, Mick, wasn't as hard-assed as some trainers her friends had mentioned, but she knew he didn't like it when she was late, so she was relieved to not have him be angry at her as soon as she walked through the door.
"In the ring, fifty squats Crawford." Becky had barely walked in the door and already Mick was barking orders at her. "I want you and Williams to show the rookies how to take a proper bump." Becky smiled encouragingly over to the two new girls, Flynn and Gracey, both of whom were just starting out in the wrestling business and were still at the shy stage where they didn't know what to do or say in case they offended someone. "Get warmed up before you snap a chord somewhere."
Becky rolled her eyes and slid in the ring, bouncing on the balls of her feet and doing some on the spot jogging to quickly get her blood pumping. She stretched out her legs, arms, back and neck before hitting her fifty squats, adding an extra ten for good measure. She dropped to her hands and did fifty push-ups, before she jogged and stretched some more, did some sit-ups and then finished with some more stretching. She noticed about halfway through her warm up that Flynn and Gracey had started copying what she was doing halfway through. She was pleased with their initiative. It meant she didn't have to waste time at the beginning telling them to warm up. "Okay, both of you come on in here."
Flynn and Gracey both got in the ring, glad Becky was the one giving them their first bump-lesson rather than Mick. While Becky was known to be extremely stiff in the ring, she had a much softer personality and a much more approachable attitude away from the cameras, and they knew they could trust her to go easy on them at first. Becky had been fighting for Shimmer for the past year, and in that time had grown to become a huge commodity for the independant promotion. At eighteen years old, Becky was very well travelled. She had spent time in Japan, Mexico and Britain learning the tricks of the trade from a very young age. She was only fourteen years old when she first stepped foot inside a wrestling ring. Her tall frame - she stood at 5'10" without heels on, and had done since she hit puberty - and Barbie-Doll style looks - large baby blue eyes and long, straight, platinum blonde hair - made her an instant hit with the fans. And the fact she could back it up in the ring made her even more of a fan favourite.
"Okay, the trick to taking bumps is not how much of your body hits the ground, but how loud the impact is." She glanced at Flynn and Gracey to make sure they were paying close attention. "When you back bump, you have to make sure you land on your upper back, otherwise you'll do some damage to your tailbone." The girls nodded, listening intently. "You also have to tuck your chin, otherwise you'll whiplash your head and trust me, it's not fun when that happens." Becky walked forward and got in position. "You have to make your hands slap the canvas to make the impact seem more fierce. But you have to make sure your body lands in synch, otherwise there will be more than one thud and people will notice and it'll basically just sound like shit. Like this," Becky executed a perfect back bump and got back to her feet, noticing how wide-eyed Flynn had gotten at the loud noise. "Trust me, as long as you keep your neck tucked in, it doesn't ever hurt when you do it." Becky added that part... it didn't hurt when you did it... but the day after.... it wasn't nice. She did the same thing again twice, adding emphasis on the ring slap to show how the body was to land in synch. "Okay, why don't you two try it..."
Three hours later, darkness had fallen across San Antonio and Becky and Mick wrapped up the lesson for the day. Gracey and Flynn had done better than Becky had expected them to do... but she knew they'd be hurting come morning.
"You did good, you just have to work on your confidence and you need to learn to take up as much of the ring as possible." Becky instructed as they collected their gear and made their way outside before Mick locked up. "You have to catch the attention of every person in that place, even if it's just a dingy little gym hall, you have to be as big as you possibly can be so that everyone can see you. But that'll come naturally over time." She hugged them both happily and nodded towards the black eye forming on Flynn's face. "I would ice that the moment you get home, and my one request is that you both take a long, hot bubble bath tonight before you go to bed and let your body tense up." Flynn and Gracey both promised her they would before bading her goodbye. The two other trainees, two young guys called Steven and Breckin, waved at her before they two got in their cars and drove off.
"You wanting a ride Crawford?" Mick asked gruffly as he came to stand beside her. Becky lived about fifteen minutes from where the training center was.
"No thanks Mick." She smiled and kissed him gently on the cheek. "It's too nice a night to drive, I'll see you on Monday."
"Kick ass tomorrow for me girl!" Becky smiled and waved as she walked off. SHIMMER had a big event tomorrow, and she was facing Cheerleader Melissa for the first time. Melissa was undefeated in Shimmer, and Becky was set to be the one to end her streak, cementing her status as the biggest female in the business today. She was walking along, lost in her own thoughts, when she suddenly heard yelling from a nearby park. Turning slightly, she stopped walking and listened, trying to figure out what was happening.
"No! Stop- argh, get off me! Please, I don't know-" There was a loud thud then a wailing, almost like a wounded animal. Becky frowned and crossed the street, glancing left and right to see if there was anyone in the vicinity who could help her out. Realising there was nobody, she crept through the bushes and took a look at what was going on. There was a group of what appeared to be young guys, all in their early twenties, standing over a lump on the ground. Looking closer, Becky could see in the dim light a shilouette of a boy, no older than twelve years old, lying face-up on the ground, his face a bloody mess.
"Hey!" Becky yelled, emerging from the bushes. She realised too late that she hadn't thought this through as the men turned to look at her. Some looked afraid that they had been caught, while others looked plain bored. "Leave him alone."
"I'd suggest you mind your own business and walk away pretty girl." One of the guys leered at her, and she started to grow even angrier.
"He's just a kid!" She spat, stalking forward till she was right in his face. He stared at her in surprise, he hadn't ever met a girl with this much balls before. "What the hell did he ever do to you?"
"He got in our business when he wasn't invited." The man snarled, kicking the young boy once more in the stomach for good measure. "He needed to be taught a lesson."
"You are all so pathetic." Becky seethed, trying to get a good look at the boy to see if he was concious. He didn't appear to be, not anymore. "He's just a kid. Do you get some pleasure beating up little kids? Are you some sick weirdo who gets your rocks off to that?"
"Maybe I am." The guy had grown bored with her, and turned to walk away. "The little brat knows now not to meddle in my affairs." They gang of boys walked away, and Becky immediately knelt down next to the boy, whom she noticed wasn't unconcious after all. Instead he was staring at her with scared and pain-filled eyes. He was trying to say something, and Becky had to lean in close to his face to hear what he was saying.
"They have my dads wallet," The little boy was groaning, losing blood from a gash in his forehead by the second. Becky pulled out her cellphone and began to dial 911. "I can't lose it.. he'll kill me." Becky sighed and passed him the phone, ordering him to call for an ambulance while she got to her feet and went after the gang. "Hey!" They just ignored her and instead kept walking, they were out on the street and she had to run to catch up with them. "Give the kid his wallet back man, there's no need to take it."
"Fuck off bitch." One of the guys jeered. The majority of the gang kept walking save for one, who turned to glare at Becky evily.
"I'd do as you're told little girl." His voice was as cold as ice, Becky felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up due to the cold, empty eyes that were staring back at her. "Go tend to your little boy."
"Give it back you moron!" She yelled, breaking into a run again as the man turned his back on her. She was caught by surprise as he suddenly spun round and began to run towards her. She was already running so fast that she didn't have time to stop as he lowered his head and went for her knees. She felt herself being lifted into the air - like a backdrop - she thought immediately, and tried to twist her body to land on the side, but he still had a hold of her legs as he threw her right over his head. As Becky crashed down onto the concrete, she realised two things.
One, she really had to work on taking backdrops.
And two, she'd hit her head pretty hard, and the stars up above her were beginning to sping wildly. She felt a sharp pain in her lower back and then nothing as the pain and blissful darkness overtook her.