Anything written within ~~ is an entry in Terry-Anne's journal... everything else is not... :-) It's that simple...
~Journal,
This past week has been so insane! I went from being someone who probably wasn't going to get her shot at being a wrestler to being booked at the next show! I know it's only an Indie fed, but I'm excited anyways! They've got me booked in an InterGender match, and I can't wait.
I'm sitting in the back of Trina Anderson's old mini-van as we travel to the place where we're going to wrestle. I've got some training to do before the show, then I have to practice my promos. Yuck!!! I have to do that every show from now on until they think I've got it right... :-(
The guy who is my partner in the InterGender match is riding with us, too. Along with three other people... damn free loaders!!!! Just kidding... :-) The guys name is Jacob Moroven. He's kind of cute, and he's a pretty nice guy. Most of the people in the TWF (Technical Wrestling Federation... I didn't think of the name!!! Leave me alone! :-)) are... except for Naughtia Tylen. She's messed up... she's riding in this vehicle, too... darn...
Well, I'll talk later! I gotta go! C-ya!~
"Terry-Anne Lundon! Stop writing in that stupid journal!" Trina shouted, jokingly, from the driver's seat.
"I did, I did..." Terry-Anne replied with a laugh. "Your worse than my mom..."
"Aww!!! Little Terry-Anne still listens to what her mommy says?" Terrance Woods said from his seat in front of Terry-Anne, and earned himself a smack on the back of the head from her for the remark.
"Shut up, Terrance..." Jacob said, laughing at him as he rubbed his head.
"Getting beat up by a girl... sad, Terrance, very sad..." Trina said with a chuckle.
"Shut up and drive!" Terrance yelled, not very happy with the remarks.
"We're here anyways... get your sorry butts out of my car!!!" Trina yelled with a laugh.
"Yes, m'am!" Jacob said as Terrance opened the sliding door and Jacob pushed past him to get out first.
"Hey!" Terrance yelped before jumping out of the van and running after Jacob, who had already taken off.
"Boys..." Trina said with a laugh as she walked up to Naughtia and Terry-Anne.
Naughtia only rolled her eyes and walked away. Terry-Anne and Trina exchanged glances before watching Naughtia walk through the doors to enter the old community center where they were working tonight.
"Somebody needs to fix her attitude..." Terry-Anne said.
"Amen... she acts like a spoiled little brat," Trina agreed.
"Probably because they took the Women's title away from her," Terry-Anne said.
"Probably," Trina said, nodding in agreement. "Anyways, we need to head on in. You have to get training before tonight!"
"Yipee..." Terry-Anne said, rolling her eyes. "I get to learn how to get my butt kicked... yah!"
Trina laughed a little bit, and the two girls headed into the arena.
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BOOM! Terry-Anne landed hard on her shoulders and back as she practiced the Swanton Bomb.
"Ow!" she yelped, holding her right shoulder.
"Come on! Get up!" Terrance told her, standing there with his arms crossed.
Terry-Anne scrambled to her feet quickly, still holding her right shoulder.
"How many times have I showed you this and you continue to mess it up!" Terrance said, now joking around a little bit.
Terry-Anne shrugged with her left shoulder, and stared at the ground. She had been messing the swanton bomb up every time she tried it out, no matter how many times Terrance had showed it to her.
Terrance approached her, "Terry, I know you can do this. I'm not being mean to you because I'm mad, I just want you to get this right so you don't hurt yourself when you try it..."
"I know..." Terry-Anne mumbled, still not looking up.
Terrance sighed, "come on... you've trained enough for today. I'll get out of the ring and listen to your promo..."
Terrance slid out of the ring and grabbed the microphone that lay on the announcer's table. He checked to make sure it worked, then handed it to Terry-Anne through the ropes.
As she began, Terry-Anne saw two more guys enter the small area near the ring. One was Jacob, but she hadn't seen the other one before. She finished up her promo, and Terrance nodded in approval.
"Not bad, but you need to work on your attitude. Your character is a 110% bitch... people need to be able to tell that by the way you're talking," Terrance told her, then helped her exit the ring.
"Terry-Anne, this is the guy who is going to team with Naughtia tonight... Paul Moore," Jacob said, introducing the new guy. "He's new, too, so he's training now."
"Ahhh! You're too freakin' big! We're going to die," Terry-Anne joked, then started walking away. "I'll talk to you guys later! I have to make a quick phone call! Have fun training!!!"
With that, Terry-Anne walked away, leaving the three men behind.
"Does she have what it takes, Terrance?" Jacob asked.
"She's okay, but if she tries for that swanton bomb tonight, I don't know," Terrance said with a grim expression. "Her promos are getting better, though. Maybe she could just be a manager if her wrestling doesn't work."
"I think she has what it takes... just give her some more time... she doesn't have to be a high-flyer," Jacob said.
"Dude, she's too small to do anything else! She's 5'2" and only weights 110 pounds! She'll get knocked around too much if she tries to be technical or if she brawls," Terrance argued.
"Let her try some of it... it can't get any worse, if you have that to say," Jacob said, before he and Paul got into the ring. "We'll talk about this later, Terrance!"
Terrance shook his head and walked off. He would have to give Terry-Anne a chance, whether he wanted to or not. He sighed, and exitted the main area to look for Trina.
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Okay, I know that was short, but I'm in a hurry. Character descriptions will be in the next part.
~Journal,
This past week has been so insane! I went from being someone who probably wasn't going to get her shot at being a wrestler to being booked at the next show! I know it's only an Indie fed, but I'm excited anyways! They've got me booked in an InterGender match, and I can't wait.
I'm sitting in the back of Trina Anderson's old mini-van as we travel to the place where we're going to wrestle. I've got some training to do before the show, then I have to practice my promos. Yuck!!! I have to do that every show from now on until they think I've got it right... :-(
The guy who is my partner in the InterGender match is riding with us, too. Along with three other people... damn free loaders!!!! Just kidding... :-) The guys name is Jacob Moroven. He's kind of cute, and he's a pretty nice guy. Most of the people in the TWF (Technical Wrestling Federation... I didn't think of the name!!! Leave me alone! :-)) are... except for Naughtia Tylen. She's messed up... she's riding in this vehicle, too... darn...
Well, I'll talk later! I gotta go! C-ya!~
"Terry-Anne Lundon! Stop writing in that stupid journal!" Trina shouted, jokingly, from the driver's seat.
"I did, I did..." Terry-Anne replied with a laugh. "Your worse than my mom..."
"Aww!!! Little Terry-Anne still listens to what her mommy says?" Terrance Woods said from his seat in front of Terry-Anne, and earned himself a smack on the back of the head from her for the remark.
"Shut up, Terrance..." Jacob said, laughing at him as he rubbed his head.
"Getting beat up by a girl... sad, Terrance, very sad..." Trina said with a chuckle.
"Shut up and drive!" Terrance yelled, not very happy with the remarks.
"We're here anyways... get your sorry butts out of my car!!!" Trina yelled with a laugh.
"Yes, m'am!" Jacob said as Terrance opened the sliding door and Jacob pushed past him to get out first.
"Hey!" Terrance yelped before jumping out of the van and running after Jacob, who had already taken off.
"Boys..." Trina said with a laugh as she walked up to Naughtia and Terry-Anne.
Naughtia only rolled her eyes and walked away. Terry-Anne and Trina exchanged glances before watching Naughtia walk through the doors to enter the old community center where they were working tonight.
"Somebody needs to fix her attitude..." Terry-Anne said.
"Amen... she acts like a spoiled little brat," Trina agreed.
"Probably because they took the Women's title away from her," Terry-Anne said.
"Probably," Trina said, nodding in agreement. "Anyways, we need to head on in. You have to get training before tonight!"
"Yipee..." Terry-Anne said, rolling her eyes. "I get to learn how to get my butt kicked... yah!"
Trina laughed a little bit, and the two girls headed into the arena.
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BOOM! Terry-Anne landed hard on her shoulders and back as she practiced the Swanton Bomb.
"Ow!" she yelped, holding her right shoulder.
"Come on! Get up!" Terrance told her, standing there with his arms crossed.
Terry-Anne scrambled to her feet quickly, still holding her right shoulder.
"How many times have I showed you this and you continue to mess it up!" Terrance said, now joking around a little bit.
Terry-Anne shrugged with her left shoulder, and stared at the ground. She had been messing the swanton bomb up every time she tried it out, no matter how many times Terrance had showed it to her.
Terrance approached her, "Terry, I know you can do this. I'm not being mean to you because I'm mad, I just want you to get this right so you don't hurt yourself when you try it..."
"I know..." Terry-Anne mumbled, still not looking up.
Terrance sighed, "come on... you've trained enough for today. I'll get out of the ring and listen to your promo..."
Terrance slid out of the ring and grabbed the microphone that lay on the announcer's table. He checked to make sure it worked, then handed it to Terry-Anne through the ropes.
As she began, Terry-Anne saw two more guys enter the small area near the ring. One was Jacob, but she hadn't seen the other one before. She finished up her promo, and Terrance nodded in approval.
"Not bad, but you need to work on your attitude. Your character is a 110% bitch... people need to be able to tell that by the way you're talking," Terrance told her, then helped her exit the ring.
"Terry-Anne, this is the guy who is going to team with Naughtia tonight... Paul Moore," Jacob said, introducing the new guy. "He's new, too, so he's training now."
"Ahhh! You're too freakin' big! We're going to die," Terry-Anne joked, then started walking away. "I'll talk to you guys later! I have to make a quick phone call! Have fun training!!!"
With that, Terry-Anne walked away, leaving the three men behind.
"Does she have what it takes, Terrance?" Jacob asked.
"She's okay, but if she tries for that swanton bomb tonight, I don't know," Terrance said with a grim expression. "Her promos are getting better, though. Maybe she could just be a manager if her wrestling doesn't work."
"I think she has what it takes... just give her some more time... she doesn't have to be a high-flyer," Jacob said.
"Dude, she's too small to do anything else! She's 5'2" and only weights 110 pounds! She'll get knocked around too much if she tries to be technical or if she brawls," Terrance argued.
"Let her try some of it... it can't get any worse, if you have that to say," Jacob said, before he and Paul got into the ring. "We'll talk about this later, Terrance!"
Terrance shook his head and walked off. He would have to give Terry-Anne a chance, whether he wanted to or not. He sighed, and exitted the main area to look for Trina.
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Okay, I know that was short, but I'm in a hurry. Character descriptions will be in the next part.