Post by Nicholas Gray on Jul 12, 2015 16:59:34 GMT -6
Her day would come.
Her day would come.
Those words, that thought, kept her going. All of the pain, all of the frustrations, she would endure. She would continue to prove herself, and she would be rewarded for that. Her day would come.
It was another day of work. The gym currently occupied by four people, all of them there for her. Well, except for one, the annoying little…
She shook her head, trying to keep herself focused on the things that mattered. It was another day of work, where her progress would be tested, and where she would hopefully show that she was getting close to being ready to be proudly shown off to the world. Currently she stood in the ring with the man who had done the most for her.
The Omega.
The one who’d changed everything for her. Before, she didn’t know a thing about wrestling, not devoting a moment of her thoughts to it. When she’d met him, she had no idea who he was. He wasn’t even suppose to be there. She still remembered the incredulous look on his face, and considering the circumstances she could understand why he looked like that, though now she can’t help but think there was more to it than that. Not at the time, of course. At the time the only thing in her mind was an intense panic, an attempt to get past him, and the feeling of her head suddenly smashing into the linoleum. She expected to be plenty of places when she came to, but just sitting at his table wasn’t one. Or the offer that followed, and all of this that came after. A new path, a new purpose.
What an odd thing, she would constantly think. “It was Fate” he would say, though he never elaborated on what made him think that. Then again, she never asked for clarification, because she didn’t really care. What she cared about was that he had taken her under his wing, and fostered her growth. From nothing to something, now carrying a cause in her heart. The her of a year, of six months ago, would never recognize her. And that face made her smile. She was reaching the zenith she knew she was meant to reach.
Outside of the ring, on a bench, sat the Angry One. The one she’d been so wrong about. When she was told about him, when she saw old video of him, she found him laughable. Surely he had to be an example of what not to become, right? When they met, she had expressed this view. It had gone poorly. But during that she had to have shown something that convinced him to give her a chance, and by now she’d spent as much time working with him as she had the Omega. Whenever they were in the ring together, she could feel his trepidation. With what she had learned of him, she understood why. But she was convinced she could break away from that, and be more than that disgusting failure ever would. With her talent, it would be easy.
It hadn’t been the easiest time since meeting him, of course. He had put her in a living space that was barely above the shit she was use to, but that didn’t matter. Not when compared to what he taught her. She was used to being in fights back on the streets, sure, but his experience in that kind of fight was practically unmatched, and he was teaching her moves and tricks she would never have thought of. He was turning her from someone that had been in street fights, to someone that won them decisively, brutally, using whatever was around her if needed. Bringing out what was naturally inside of her, and teaching her how to let that flow into her fists, and beat anyone down. He’d done just as much for her as the Omega had, and she’d always have thanks to give him for that.
Sitting next to the Angry One was the Insufferable, Annoying Bitch. As opposed to who she sat besides, the IAB did not pay any attention to what was happening in the ring. As fucking usual. Just looking at her brought a scowl to her own face. The disrespect she showed by never even trying to see her progress, the disrespect shown by her snide little insults and comments. How dare she get in the way. One day, one day...
And once again the IAB fucked her over, as thinking about the bitch distracted her, allowing the Omega to grapple her, spinning around so her back was pressed against him, and being thrown back onto the mat. She landed as well as she could, but still hurt. The Omega stood up and walked to her, crouching down to better meet her gaze as she sat up.
The Omega: You still get distracted too easily.
The sigh she lets out is involuntary, a reaction she can’t help over hearing words she’s heard so many times before. Her reward for her sigh is to have a hand grab her ear and yank on it. She let out a yelp and grabbed his hand, the hand releasing after a moment passed and he was certain she understood. He spoke to her with the same tone he always did when he said these words: a mix of encouraging and annoyed.
The Omega: If you don’t want to keep hearing that, then work on it.
He says that a lot. He’s not the only one that does. All of them, in their own ways, say that. Right now, in their own way, they were all thinking it. Except for one. That thought leads to the observation she had kept making lately, about the one missing.
The only one always missing was the Scary One.
She understood it had been a tense day, when he was shown off to the others. There had been lots of shouting, lots of threats, punches so close to being thrown, a friendship suddenly stretched to breaking. But it didn’t explode, and she felt happiness over that. To see the cause she had come to believe in suddenly crumble, the friendship of the two who’d helped her grow so much disintegrate would have been the worst thing she could imagine. Besides the bangs, and the fire, at least.
Things calmed, and the cause continued to grow.
And then the Omega introduced him to her and it started again. If anything, he’d been even angrier that time, directly shouting at the Scary One to never even look at her again. And he repeated the same thing to her: never look at him, never see of him, never think about him.
She understood them both, really. The Omega wanted her to learn from the best. And the pedigree of the Scary One was immense, his conquests legendary. But he was also a dangerous monster that shouldn’t be allowed to walk around, and thus the Angry One didn’t want him near her. That didn’t stop her from getting annoyed at being ordered like that, of course. But she understood.
In their ways they wanted to nurture her growth and protect her, and she understood why. She was the combination of them, their individual strengths mixing together to create a greater future.
She was their Legacy.
...but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be curious. And what the Angry One didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right?
The Omega wiped some sweat from his forehead before walking to one of the corners, bending down to pick up a water bottle and taking a drink from it before looking back at her.
The Omega: Right, I’m done with you for the day.
He leaned on the ropes, looking out at the Angry One.
The Omega: You want a run with her?
He took a look at her and then nodded, standing up and starting to unzip his hoodie. Beside him the IAB was looking at her tablet still, and her expression changed to one of confusion. The Omega noted this and shifted his attention to her.
The Omega: Something up, Janine?
She didn’t respond immediately, something else that frustrated her deeply about the IAB, damn her other names, how dare she not respond when spoken to? She continued to look at her tablet for a few moments before finally responding.
The IAB, Janine: I have a “very urgent” e-mail from Dr. Kuller, that’s meant to be passed up to the top of the chain in person.
The Angry One: Then why not send it straight to them then?
She scrolls a bit on her tablet and starts to actually read the message, the confusion only deepening on her face.
The IAB, Janine: Because I’m trustworthy enough and it’s very likely that I’m “not being monitored.”
The Omega: ...right, okay, what the fuck?
The Omega quickly exits the ring, the Legacy swiftly following behind him. Both the IAB and the Angry One’s stood up now, the IAB quickly reading the e-mail, a frown deepening on her face the whole while. The Angry One and the Omega came to stand side by side in front of that aggravating IAB, as she flipped her tablet around so they could read the message. With the two men blocking her way, the Legacy tried to read it too. Grabbing onto their shoulders and hoisting herself up, she caught a few words before she was pushed down. She tried to move past the Angry One’s side to see, catching a few more words before being elbowed back. She then did the same on the Omega’s side, catching another few words before being pushed back. This time, the Omega turned to face her, annoyance streaking his face.
The Omega: Look, you’re done for the day. Go get cleaned up and go find something to do. We’re going to be busy for the rest of the day.
The Angry One nodded, adding without looking back at her.
The Angry One: We’ll start bright and early tomorrow. Now get.
She frowned for a moment, but then nodded. She started to turn and depart, and heard that damned IAB speak to the two, her voice just loud enough for her to catch the words.
The IAB, Janine: Is now a good time to once again voice my objections to her being part of this?
The Omega: No. It’s not. Now is a good time to focus on this...this problem.
They huddle around the tablet again, talking too low for her to hear now as she walked away. Let them talk about it, let them not include her, that was fine. She caught just enough of it to get the full picture, or at least enough to satisfy her. The worrying message...
“...danger to everyone…”
“...what needs to be done...”
“Anderson Cobalt is…Libra…”
What needs to be done, huh?
And so she walked to the locker room, ready to take a shower and clean the sweat of the ring off of her. And she was grinning ear to ear the whole while.
Her day was coming.
Her day was coming.
Her day would come.
Those words, that thought, kept her going. All of the pain, all of the frustrations, she would endure. She would continue to prove herself, and she would be rewarded for that. Her day would come.
It was another day of work. The gym currently occupied by four people, all of them there for her. Well, except for one, the annoying little…
She shook her head, trying to keep herself focused on the things that mattered. It was another day of work, where her progress would be tested, and where she would hopefully show that she was getting close to being ready to be proudly shown off to the world. Currently she stood in the ring with the man who had done the most for her.
The Omega.
The one who’d changed everything for her. Before, she didn’t know a thing about wrestling, not devoting a moment of her thoughts to it. When she’d met him, she had no idea who he was. He wasn’t even suppose to be there. She still remembered the incredulous look on his face, and considering the circumstances she could understand why he looked like that, though now she can’t help but think there was more to it than that. Not at the time, of course. At the time the only thing in her mind was an intense panic, an attempt to get past him, and the feeling of her head suddenly smashing into the linoleum. She expected to be plenty of places when she came to, but just sitting at his table wasn’t one. Or the offer that followed, and all of this that came after. A new path, a new purpose.
What an odd thing, she would constantly think. “It was Fate” he would say, though he never elaborated on what made him think that. Then again, she never asked for clarification, because she didn’t really care. What she cared about was that he had taken her under his wing, and fostered her growth. From nothing to something, now carrying a cause in her heart. The her of a year, of six months ago, would never recognize her. And that face made her smile. She was reaching the zenith she knew she was meant to reach.
Outside of the ring, on a bench, sat the Angry One. The one she’d been so wrong about. When she was told about him, when she saw old video of him, she found him laughable. Surely he had to be an example of what not to become, right? When they met, she had expressed this view. It had gone poorly. But during that she had to have shown something that convinced him to give her a chance, and by now she’d spent as much time working with him as she had the Omega. Whenever they were in the ring together, she could feel his trepidation. With what she had learned of him, she understood why. But she was convinced she could break away from that, and be more than that disgusting failure ever would. With her talent, it would be easy.
It hadn’t been the easiest time since meeting him, of course. He had put her in a living space that was barely above the shit she was use to, but that didn’t matter. Not when compared to what he taught her. She was used to being in fights back on the streets, sure, but his experience in that kind of fight was practically unmatched, and he was teaching her moves and tricks she would never have thought of. He was turning her from someone that had been in street fights, to someone that won them decisively, brutally, using whatever was around her if needed. Bringing out what was naturally inside of her, and teaching her how to let that flow into her fists, and beat anyone down. He’d done just as much for her as the Omega had, and she’d always have thanks to give him for that.
Sitting next to the Angry One was the Insufferable, Annoying Bitch. As opposed to who she sat besides, the IAB did not pay any attention to what was happening in the ring. As fucking usual. Just looking at her brought a scowl to her own face. The disrespect she showed by never even trying to see her progress, the disrespect shown by her snide little insults and comments. How dare she get in the way. One day, one day...
And once again the IAB fucked her over, as thinking about the bitch distracted her, allowing the Omega to grapple her, spinning around so her back was pressed against him, and being thrown back onto the mat. She landed as well as she could, but still hurt. The Omega stood up and walked to her, crouching down to better meet her gaze as she sat up.
The Omega: You still get distracted too easily.
The sigh she lets out is involuntary, a reaction she can’t help over hearing words she’s heard so many times before. Her reward for her sigh is to have a hand grab her ear and yank on it. She let out a yelp and grabbed his hand, the hand releasing after a moment passed and he was certain she understood. He spoke to her with the same tone he always did when he said these words: a mix of encouraging and annoyed.
The Omega: If you don’t want to keep hearing that, then work on it.
He says that a lot. He’s not the only one that does. All of them, in their own ways, say that. Right now, in their own way, they were all thinking it. Except for one. That thought leads to the observation she had kept making lately, about the one missing.
The only one always missing was the Scary One.
She understood it had been a tense day, when he was shown off to the others. There had been lots of shouting, lots of threats, punches so close to being thrown, a friendship suddenly stretched to breaking. But it didn’t explode, and she felt happiness over that. To see the cause she had come to believe in suddenly crumble, the friendship of the two who’d helped her grow so much disintegrate would have been the worst thing she could imagine. Besides the bangs, and the fire, at least.
Things calmed, and the cause continued to grow.
And then the Omega introduced him to her and it started again. If anything, he’d been even angrier that time, directly shouting at the Scary One to never even look at her again. And he repeated the same thing to her: never look at him, never see of him, never think about him.
She understood them both, really. The Omega wanted her to learn from the best. And the pedigree of the Scary One was immense, his conquests legendary. But he was also a dangerous monster that shouldn’t be allowed to walk around, and thus the Angry One didn’t want him near her. That didn’t stop her from getting annoyed at being ordered like that, of course. But she understood.
In their ways they wanted to nurture her growth and protect her, and she understood why. She was the combination of them, their individual strengths mixing together to create a greater future.
She was their Legacy.
...but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be curious. And what the Angry One didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right?
The Omega wiped some sweat from his forehead before walking to one of the corners, bending down to pick up a water bottle and taking a drink from it before looking back at her.
The Omega: Right, I’m done with you for the day.
He leaned on the ropes, looking out at the Angry One.
The Omega: You want a run with her?
He took a look at her and then nodded, standing up and starting to unzip his hoodie. Beside him the IAB was looking at her tablet still, and her expression changed to one of confusion. The Omega noted this and shifted his attention to her.
The Omega: Something up, Janine?
She didn’t respond immediately, something else that frustrated her deeply about the IAB, damn her other names, how dare she not respond when spoken to? She continued to look at her tablet for a few moments before finally responding.
The IAB, Janine: I have a “very urgent” e-mail from Dr. Kuller, that’s meant to be passed up to the top of the chain in person.
The Angry One: Then why not send it straight to them then?
She scrolls a bit on her tablet and starts to actually read the message, the confusion only deepening on her face.
The IAB, Janine: Because I’m trustworthy enough and it’s very likely that I’m “not being monitored.”
The Omega: ...right, okay, what the fuck?
The Omega quickly exits the ring, the Legacy swiftly following behind him. Both the IAB and the Angry One’s stood up now, the IAB quickly reading the e-mail, a frown deepening on her face the whole while. The Angry One and the Omega came to stand side by side in front of that aggravating IAB, as she flipped her tablet around so they could read the message. With the two men blocking her way, the Legacy tried to read it too. Grabbing onto their shoulders and hoisting herself up, she caught a few words before she was pushed down. She tried to move past the Angry One’s side to see, catching a few more words before being elbowed back. She then did the same on the Omega’s side, catching another few words before being pushed back. This time, the Omega turned to face her, annoyance streaking his face.
The Omega: Look, you’re done for the day. Go get cleaned up and go find something to do. We’re going to be busy for the rest of the day.
The Angry One nodded, adding without looking back at her.
The Angry One: We’ll start bright and early tomorrow. Now get.
She frowned for a moment, but then nodded. She started to turn and depart, and heard that damned IAB speak to the two, her voice just loud enough for her to catch the words.
The IAB, Janine: Is now a good time to once again voice my objections to her being part of this?
The Omega: No. It’s not. Now is a good time to focus on this...this problem.
They huddle around the tablet again, talking too low for her to hear now as she walked away. Let them talk about it, let them not include her, that was fine. She caught just enough of it to get the full picture, or at least enough to satisfy her. The worrying message...
“...danger to everyone…”
“...what needs to be done...”
“Anderson Cobalt is…Libra…”
What needs to be done, huh?
And so she walked to the locker room, ready to take a shower and clean the sweat of the ring off of her. And she was grinning ear to ear the whole while.
Her day was coming.
Her day was coming.
