Finished Chapter Two. Don't own WWE, and I might bring in other people
later. No more reviewing applications, please.
The training facility was quiet except for the grunts of men lifting weights and the sound of the barbells lifting. A wrestling ring sat smack dab in the middle of the large room, but it remained silent and dusty. No one had used it for five years. Not since Hulk Hogan. Hulk Hogan, the supposed "Icon of Sports Entertainment", had stopped by the gym on one of his publicity tours. He had offered advice, worked out a little, and even sparred in the ring with a young contender. Hogan won, of course, and shook the kid's hand. Then he cupped his hand to his ear and did his customary "Hulkamania Hype-Up" routine. Then he quietly left.
Since then, the ring had remained motionless for years. No one dared enter a ring used by a so-called "legend". When people came to the gym from that day on. They mostly just quietly did their business and leave. They did it so intently, at that time, they didn't notice the brunette walk in.
She looked around the gym in boredom. You've seen one, you've seen them all. This was no exception. Men with muscle were seen working out, but almost like robots, doing it so.mechanically. The girl made her way down to the middle of the gym, where the ring sat. She dropped her bag on the ground and stared at it for a little, then slid in under the bottom rope and stood up. The effect was almost immediate. Almost all of the men stopped and looked at the ring. Most made their way over. The girl just stood there, here face expressionless. One guy dared to enter as well, and he looked her straight in the eye. "Wanna wrestle?" She smiled for the first time and nodded her head slowly. The she took of her sweater to reveal a black top that had a picture of nightingale on it. She put herself in a ready position. The man merely flexed, cracked his knuckles and neck, and started to circle her. She did the same. Suddenly, with out warning, she spun around and hit a Spinning Wheel kick. The man recoiled from the hit and landed on a turnbuckle. Then the girl ran at him and hit a Dropkick right into his face. He crumpled to the mat. The girl stood a good four feet away as the man recovered, and as soon as he did, she ran in and hit a DDT. Once again, the man lay lifeless on the mat. She went for the pin. Another guy counted through the ropes. "1.2.3!" The girl raised her hands in victory then grabbed her sweater and exited the ring, stopping to grab her bag on her way out. She dropped a paper right outside the door before leaving. After she left, one guy walked up and read the paper.
Blaze Inferno was here.
The diner was quiet. Nothing much was happening, except for the laughing of a group of four at a table. They were laughing their heads off at something, and were doing it so loud they were attracting the attention of most of the diner's occupants.
"Yeah.oh my God, that was funny.And remember, when he tried to do a flip, and he fell and landed on his knee, and he started cursing in Russian?" asked one of the four, a guy, between guffaws. Everyone immediately laughed again. Then they started to calm down, but still chuckled a bit. The man with the braids took another sip of his coffee. This guy was Scott Gabriel, but most called him "Soul Reaper", including his friends. The other people at the table were Gwendolyn, Lalla Wylde, and Kid "Rock n' Roll" Razor. Kid looked up. "When are we going to Trax West?" he asked for about the tenth time. Gwen looked over. "When we get the money, and when we have time for the road trip." Lalla spoke up. "I say we go now. J.R. visiting there soon." Scott now spoke up. "Exactly. We'll travel 30 miles just to see some fat Oaklahoman. I'm just 'spiffing'". His sarcasm was apparent, but most wanted to go. J.R. was a big talent scout for the WWE. Scott looked at the faces of his friends. "Al right, we leave in two days."
The training facility was quiet except for the grunts of men lifting weights and the sound of the barbells lifting. A wrestling ring sat smack dab in the middle of the large room, but it remained silent and dusty. No one had used it for five years. Not since Hulk Hogan. Hulk Hogan, the supposed "Icon of Sports Entertainment", had stopped by the gym on one of his publicity tours. He had offered advice, worked out a little, and even sparred in the ring with a young contender. Hogan won, of course, and shook the kid's hand. Then he cupped his hand to his ear and did his customary "Hulkamania Hype-Up" routine. Then he quietly left.
Since then, the ring had remained motionless for years. No one dared enter a ring used by a so-called "legend". When people came to the gym from that day on. They mostly just quietly did their business and leave. They did it so intently, at that time, they didn't notice the brunette walk in.
She looked around the gym in boredom. You've seen one, you've seen them all. This was no exception. Men with muscle were seen working out, but almost like robots, doing it so.mechanically. The girl made her way down to the middle of the gym, where the ring sat. She dropped her bag on the ground and stared at it for a little, then slid in under the bottom rope and stood up. The effect was almost immediate. Almost all of the men stopped and looked at the ring. Most made their way over. The girl just stood there, here face expressionless. One guy dared to enter as well, and he looked her straight in the eye. "Wanna wrestle?" She smiled for the first time and nodded her head slowly. The she took of her sweater to reveal a black top that had a picture of nightingale on it. She put herself in a ready position. The man merely flexed, cracked his knuckles and neck, and started to circle her. She did the same. Suddenly, with out warning, she spun around and hit a Spinning Wheel kick. The man recoiled from the hit and landed on a turnbuckle. Then the girl ran at him and hit a Dropkick right into his face. He crumpled to the mat. The girl stood a good four feet away as the man recovered, and as soon as he did, she ran in and hit a DDT. Once again, the man lay lifeless on the mat. She went for the pin. Another guy counted through the ropes. "1.2.3!" The girl raised her hands in victory then grabbed her sweater and exited the ring, stopping to grab her bag on her way out. She dropped a paper right outside the door before leaving. After she left, one guy walked up and read the paper.
Blaze Inferno was here.
The diner was quiet. Nothing much was happening, except for the laughing of a group of four at a table. They were laughing their heads off at something, and were doing it so loud they were attracting the attention of most of the diner's occupants.
"Yeah.oh my God, that was funny.And remember, when he tried to do a flip, and he fell and landed on his knee, and he started cursing in Russian?" asked one of the four, a guy, between guffaws. Everyone immediately laughed again. Then they started to calm down, but still chuckled a bit. The man with the braids took another sip of his coffee. This guy was Scott Gabriel, but most called him "Soul Reaper", including his friends. The other people at the table were Gwendolyn, Lalla Wylde, and Kid "Rock n' Roll" Razor. Kid looked up. "When are we going to Trax West?" he asked for about the tenth time. Gwen looked over. "When we get the money, and when we have time for the road trip." Lalla spoke up. "I say we go now. J.R. visiting there soon." Scott now spoke up. "Exactly. We'll travel 30 miles just to see some fat Oaklahoman. I'm just 'spiffing'". His sarcasm was apparent, but most wanted to go. J.R. was a big talent scout for the WWE. Scott looked at the faces of his friends. "Al right, we leave in two days."