Post by darkwitchkaitlyn on Mar 21, 2024 21:30:16 GMT -5
On a frigid night in Kearney, the sounds of leaves rustling and howling as the breeze blows through them can be heard outside the window of a moderately sized house on the outskirts of town. Inside of the house, the sizzling sounds of a fireplace can be heard as Kaitlyn sits on her scarlet leather couch, feeling the heat as it radiates off her body. Attired in a black t-shirt, a black leather jacket, denim jeans and black leather boots, her hair is tied up in two braids as she stares forward. Her eyes shimmer as the light reflects off them and her scarlet lipstick causes her lips to have a certain pop about them that usually isn’t there and her hands are resting atop her quadriceps. Exhaling, she begins to ponder the decision she recently made to join another wrestling promotion - one she hopes will help her gain experience and exposure to this new world for her. After all, something she remembers from her time in gymnastics and equestrian is that the only way to truly improve and learn more is to experience it for yourself. In those sports, that meant competing in events and picking up on tricks and tips that others were executing. She is assuming that the same is true for wrestling.
“They say the best way to improve is to practice. To go out there and repeatedly do something, until you reach a point where you can say you’ve mastered it.” she remarks, her words hanging in the air as she exhales once more, attempting to gather her thoughts “Or at least gotten to a point where you can consistently go out there and perform the best you possibly can.”
Her lips curl upward as she continues to stare forward, the small crackling sound of her fireplace permeating throughout the air while she allows her mind to absorb the words she just spoke. Take them to heart, as they echo inside of her. Glancing across at one of the pictures adorning her wall, one of her sitting atop a cream colored horse - her name being Lacey, when she was nine years old and preparing for an event being held in Omaha. A dressage event that she won. She visualizes herself that day, remembering the butterflies that had been in her stomach leading into the event, just like the butterflies that have lingered inside of her stomach ever since she entered the world of wrestling - ones that have caused her to even doubt if she has made the right decision at times. Inhaling, she closes her eyes, remembering the meditation tactics that her mom taught to in order to handle situations where she might be feeling anxious or overwhelmed. Two feelings that are prominent inside of her right now. Turning her head back forward, she steadies her breathing.
“After all, if I am to find my way inside of the ring. If I am to become the star that I dream of being, then I need to make sure that I fully immerse myself in the sport. That I become someone who people can see knows what she’s doing in between the ropes. Right now, even though I have stepped into the ring three times, I am not there… Hell, I still get confused as to what to do when I bounce off the ropes.” her words are candid as she softly laughs. “I’m just lucky that I’ve been in the ring with people who have been able to show me what I need to do and where I need to be. Coaches, just like my old gymnastics and cheerleading coaches, who I’ve simply followed the lead of.”
She gives a swell smile, before remarking “You can thank them for me not embarrassing myself,” as she playfully pokes her tongue out. Knowing that she should probably thank those who she has stepped into the ring with for helping guide her to play her part. Whether it be the people she has teamed up with or gone up against. They have all helped her to learn what she needs to do in order to reach the level she wants to. To get to the point where the fans will cheer for her, and she can say that she has made it in wrestling. She adjusts her body, feeling the warmth of the fireplace and her jacket.
“Soon enough, I’ll be able to go out there and trust myself - having finally learned more than the basics. Every day is just another step toward that…” she states, taking a deep breath. “It is why I have decided to join another wrestling company. Somewhere called Thunder Pro Wrestling, to continue learning. Continue finding my feet and making every moment mine so that I can shoot for the stars.”
Pursing her lips, she blows a kiss into the air, pretending that there is someone else in the room ready to receive it, even though she is alone. In reality, the kiss is intended for the few fans that she has made in her time in the ring - namely the occasional person who talks to her in the street, telling her that they wish the best for her in wrestling. A statement that never fails to warm her heart. The glowing from the fireplace adds an additional light source to the room as she genuinely smiles, though alongside the previous thoughts of people wishing her luck, the cautionary comments of her sister resonate. Reminding her that even if she chooses to ignore it, there is still a risk of injury in wrestling. A risk of her career being cut short, even more than there is in gymnastics and equestrian - something she has to be wary of if she is going to commit to this. Exhaling, she tilts her head back, looking up at the ceiling and allowing the thoughts to fester before tilting her head back down, a focused look across her face.
“I plan on making the moment last. Each and every night, I will go out there and show you that while I am new to this. While I mightn’t have a legacy in this sport, you can’t overlook me. You can’t see me as being just another girl in this sport, because I plan on making it mine. Making sure that I am the one who is victorious and smiling for the fans.” she flashes the same smile she envisions she will be giving in the ring. One that mixes her country charm with a sincere joy. The sort of smile she gave after victories at equestrian events or gymnastics meets. “Having given them a taste of what I can do. So, Thunder Pro Wrestling, I hope you can accept me because I will be giving you everything I have inside of me each and every time I step between the ropes.”
There’s an innocence to her words. One only matched by the affable and bubbly tone that exudes itself from her tone. It’s the sort of person that she is - friendly, excited and genuinely happy to have found a new goal to work toward in life. She would have been content with making gymnastics or horse riding her career, but knew that deep down - she needed something else to freshen up her life. Preferably something oriented around the outdoors and athletics, as they are two things she has loved her entire life - in her mind, wrestling fits the bill for the athletic side of the equation. Resting her arms on the armrest, she shuffles her body forward, her eyes narrowing.
“I want to be the woman you look forward to seeing. The one who you can say inspired you to pursue your own dreams in life. Whether it be in this sport or otherwise, because I believe in all of you.” Her words are angelic as she maintains the smile. “I promise I will be that hero one day, no matter what it takes. Just watch me as I begin my rise and shine. Just as I know you will shine alongside me, no matter what path you choose.”
She then stands up, blowing another kiss, this time cupping her right hand under her jaw to help it along before making her way over to the fireplace and turning it off. The room is sufficiently warm, to the point where she had felt herself beginning to sweat under her jacket. Speaking of the jacket, she wiggles out of it, leaving it atop the couch after walking back to it before walking toward the arched doorway once more, then turning right and heading toward her room. The sounds of her footsteps and a sweetly remarked “Love you.” being the last things that can be heard.
“They say the best way to improve is to practice. To go out there and repeatedly do something, until you reach a point where you can say you’ve mastered it.” she remarks, her words hanging in the air as she exhales once more, attempting to gather her thoughts “Or at least gotten to a point where you can consistently go out there and perform the best you possibly can.”
Her lips curl upward as she continues to stare forward, the small crackling sound of her fireplace permeating throughout the air while she allows her mind to absorb the words she just spoke. Take them to heart, as they echo inside of her. Glancing across at one of the pictures adorning her wall, one of her sitting atop a cream colored horse - her name being Lacey, when she was nine years old and preparing for an event being held in Omaha. A dressage event that she won. She visualizes herself that day, remembering the butterflies that had been in her stomach leading into the event, just like the butterflies that have lingered inside of her stomach ever since she entered the world of wrestling - ones that have caused her to even doubt if she has made the right decision at times. Inhaling, she closes her eyes, remembering the meditation tactics that her mom taught to in order to handle situations where she might be feeling anxious or overwhelmed. Two feelings that are prominent inside of her right now. Turning her head back forward, she steadies her breathing.
“After all, if I am to find my way inside of the ring. If I am to become the star that I dream of being, then I need to make sure that I fully immerse myself in the sport. That I become someone who people can see knows what she’s doing in between the ropes. Right now, even though I have stepped into the ring three times, I am not there… Hell, I still get confused as to what to do when I bounce off the ropes.” her words are candid as she softly laughs. “I’m just lucky that I’ve been in the ring with people who have been able to show me what I need to do and where I need to be. Coaches, just like my old gymnastics and cheerleading coaches, who I’ve simply followed the lead of.”
She gives a swell smile, before remarking “You can thank them for me not embarrassing myself,” as she playfully pokes her tongue out. Knowing that she should probably thank those who she has stepped into the ring with for helping guide her to play her part. Whether it be the people she has teamed up with or gone up against. They have all helped her to learn what she needs to do in order to reach the level she wants to. To get to the point where the fans will cheer for her, and she can say that she has made it in wrestling. She adjusts her body, feeling the warmth of the fireplace and her jacket.
“Soon enough, I’ll be able to go out there and trust myself - having finally learned more than the basics. Every day is just another step toward that…” she states, taking a deep breath. “It is why I have decided to join another wrestling company. Somewhere called Thunder Pro Wrestling, to continue learning. Continue finding my feet and making every moment mine so that I can shoot for the stars.”
Pursing her lips, she blows a kiss into the air, pretending that there is someone else in the room ready to receive it, even though she is alone. In reality, the kiss is intended for the few fans that she has made in her time in the ring - namely the occasional person who talks to her in the street, telling her that they wish the best for her in wrestling. A statement that never fails to warm her heart. The glowing from the fireplace adds an additional light source to the room as she genuinely smiles, though alongside the previous thoughts of people wishing her luck, the cautionary comments of her sister resonate. Reminding her that even if she chooses to ignore it, there is still a risk of injury in wrestling. A risk of her career being cut short, even more than there is in gymnastics and equestrian - something she has to be wary of if she is going to commit to this. Exhaling, she tilts her head back, looking up at the ceiling and allowing the thoughts to fester before tilting her head back down, a focused look across her face.
“I plan on making the moment last. Each and every night, I will go out there and show you that while I am new to this. While I mightn’t have a legacy in this sport, you can’t overlook me. You can’t see me as being just another girl in this sport, because I plan on making it mine. Making sure that I am the one who is victorious and smiling for the fans.” she flashes the same smile she envisions she will be giving in the ring. One that mixes her country charm with a sincere joy. The sort of smile she gave after victories at equestrian events or gymnastics meets. “Having given them a taste of what I can do. So, Thunder Pro Wrestling, I hope you can accept me because I will be giving you everything I have inside of me each and every time I step between the ropes.”
There’s an innocence to her words. One only matched by the affable and bubbly tone that exudes itself from her tone. It’s the sort of person that she is - friendly, excited and genuinely happy to have found a new goal to work toward in life. She would have been content with making gymnastics or horse riding her career, but knew that deep down - she needed something else to freshen up her life. Preferably something oriented around the outdoors and athletics, as they are two things she has loved her entire life - in her mind, wrestling fits the bill for the athletic side of the equation. Resting her arms on the armrest, she shuffles her body forward, her eyes narrowing.
“I want to be the woman you look forward to seeing. The one who you can say inspired you to pursue your own dreams in life. Whether it be in this sport or otherwise, because I believe in all of you.” Her words are angelic as she maintains the smile. “I promise I will be that hero one day, no matter what it takes. Just watch me as I begin my rise and shine. Just as I know you will shine alongside me, no matter what path you choose.”
She then stands up, blowing another kiss, this time cupping her right hand under her jaw to help it along before making her way over to the fireplace and turning it off. The room is sufficiently warm, to the point where she had felt herself beginning to sweat under her jacket. Speaking of the jacket, she wiggles out of it, leaving it atop the couch after walking back to it before walking toward the arched doorway once more, then turning right and heading toward her room. The sounds of her footsteps and a sweetly remarked “Love you.” being the last things that can be heard.
