I Six months later...I
Kid Razor kicked the punching bag for the 90th time that day, and received a satisfying smack. Razor and his buddies had been training at Ohio Valley Wrestling for six months, and they were starting to get bored. They had traveled around to local gyms and stuff, but other then that had been honing their skills. Many of the people there were just like them. They had come through talent as well. Razor gave the bag a solid kick-punch combo, then swiftly dropkicked it. Razor got up and started to walk away when he spotted Scott and another guy, Adam Davis, sparring in the ring. Scott dodged a lethal high kick, then put his arms out and caught his legs, tripped him onto the ground, and fell back, flinging Adam into a turnbuckle. Adam stumbled back and Scott lifted him up on his shoulders and hit the Hellfire, his own custom move that required speed and good grip. Adam collapsed to the mat and Scott covered him. Gwendolyn counted. 1! 2! 3! Scott raised his hands in victory and exited the ring. Razor walked up and patted Scott on the back. "Nice job, although your punches were a bit sloppy-lookin'." Scott grinned. "Sloppy.like your entire technique." Razor chuckled. "Yeah, yeah."
Blaze was hanging out in a corner of the room, sipping some Gatorade and watching the people training. She had been bored for about 5 months now, and counting. She just wanted to get out of here and wrestle in the big leagues. She was still pondering this when J.R. walked in. Blaze stood up and walked over. J.R. looked around as the students walked over. J.R. cleared his throat and spoke. "The WWE has decided to let in four of you and one valet. The people who are going to the WWE are." J.R. looked down for a moment, then looked up again. "Scott Gabriel." Scott whooped and raised his arms in the air. "Kid Razor". Razor played air guitar before raising his arms. "Blaze Inferno". A slight smile crept to Blaze's face. "Gwendolyn, as a valet." Gwen beamed as Scott patted her on the back.. "And last but not least.Rebecca Adams." Rebecca smiled. Lalla's face fell. "Her? I beat her in a match!" J.R. turned to her. "But she put on a better performance. Work on expanding matches."
Lalla looked as though she would cry. She quickly walked off. Razor ran in pursuit of her, he ponytail flying. J.R. looked almost ashamed of having to do that, but he none the less smiled. "You're all doing just fine. All those whose names I called out will be heading to Phoenix, Arizona. Have a nice day." J.R. walked out of the OVW gym, carrying with him the hopes and dreams of many.
Razor walked into the locker room to find Lalla desperately trying to hold back tears. Razor approached slowly. "Are you alright?" Lalla responded by jumping into Razor and hugging him tightly while crying into his shoulder. Razor but a slightly uncomfortable but none the less reassuring hand on Lalla's shoulder. "It's gonna be ok. Just work a little harder." Lalla sobbed softer now. "I've been here for months, worked my ass of, and now they say I have to be here longer. Razor, I'm tired of waiting." Razor nodded. "You'll watch me, won't you?" Lalla nodded. Razor clasped her shoulder and smiled. Lalla responded by looking up, staring straight into his eyes, and kissing him. Razor first was a little surprised, then moved more into it. The locker room was silent except for the sound of lip on lip.
The next day, three vehicles drove off. One contained Rebecca Adams, one was a motorcycle with Blaze on it, and the other was a metallic green Acura with Scott, Razor, and Gwen inside. And all were heading towards the airport, which would take them to sunny Phoenix, AZ.
Kid Razor kicked the punching bag for the 90th time that day, and received a satisfying smack. Razor and his buddies had been training at Ohio Valley Wrestling for six months, and they were starting to get bored. They had traveled around to local gyms and stuff, but other then that had been honing their skills. Many of the people there were just like them. They had come through talent as well. Razor gave the bag a solid kick-punch combo, then swiftly dropkicked it. Razor got up and started to walk away when he spotted Scott and another guy, Adam Davis, sparring in the ring. Scott dodged a lethal high kick, then put his arms out and caught his legs, tripped him onto the ground, and fell back, flinging Adam into a turnbuckle. Adam stumbled back and Scott lifted him up on his shoulders and hit the Hellfire, his own custom move that required speed and good grip. Adam collapsed to the mat and Scott covered him. Gwendolyn counted. 1! 2! 3! Scott raised his hands in victory and exited the ring. Razor walked up and patted Scott on the back. "Nice job, although your punches were a bit sloppy-lookin'." Scott grinned. "Sloppy.like your entire technique." Razor chuckled. "Yeah, yeah."
Blaze was hanging out in a corner of the room, sipping some Gatorade and watching the people training. She had been bored for about 5 months now, and counting. She just wanted to get out of here and wrestle in the big leagues. She was still pondering this when J.R. walked in. Blaze stood up and walked over. J.R. looked around as the students walked over. J.R. cleared his throat and spoke. "The WWE has decided to let in four of you and one valet. The people who are going to the WWE are." J.R. looked down for a moment, then looked up again. "Scott Gabriel." Scott whooped and raised his arms in the air. "Kid Razor". Razor played air guitar before raising his arms. "Blaze Inferno". A slight smile crept to Blaze's face. "Gwendolyn, as a valet." Gwen beamed as Scott patted her on the back.. "And last but not least.Rebecca Adams." Rebecca smiled. Lalla's face fell. "Her? I beat her in a match!" J.R. turned to her. "But she put on a better performance. Work on expanding matches."
Lalla looked as though she would cry. She quickly walked off. Razor ran in pursuit of her, he ponytail flying. J.R. looked almost ashamed of having to do that, but he none the less smiled. "You're all doing just fine. All those whose names I called out will be heading to Phoenix, Arizona. Have a nice day." J.R. walked out of the OVW gym, carrying with him the hopes and dreams of many.
Razor walked into the locker room to find Lalla desperately trying to hold back tears. Razor approached slowly. "Are you alright?" Lalla responded by jumping into Razor and hugging him tightly while crying into his shoulder. Razor but a slightly uncomfortable but none the less reassuring hand on Lalla's shoulder. "It's gonna be ok. Just work a little harder." Lalla sobbed softer now. "I've been here for months, worked my ass of, and now they say I have to be here longer. Razor, I'm tired of waiting." Razor nodded. "You'll watch me, won't you?" Lalla nodded. Razor clasped her shoulder and smiled. Lalla responded by looking up, staring straight into his eyes, and kissing him. Razor first was a little surprised, then moved more into it. The locker room was silent except for the sound of lip on lip.
The next day, three vehicles drove off. One contained Rebecca Adams, one was a motorcycle with Blaze on it, and the other was a metallic green Acura with Scott, Razor, and Gwen inside. And all were heading towards the airport, which would take them to sunny Phoenix, AZ.