Post by darkwitchkaitlyn on Apr 1, 2024 20:36:33 GMT -5
The neighing of an Arabian horse with a silky smooth jet black coat can be heard, as it leans its head out of its stable, allowing Kaitlyn to softly pat it as an appreciation for a successful ride throughout the vast, open farmland at the family home about fifty miles outside of the city of Kearney. Arrited in a black t-shirt, denim jeans with a chocolate brown leather belt and black leather knee-high boots, Kaitlyn looks into the eyes of the horse, a genuine smile across her face. Stroking its head, she whispers “Thank you, Midnight,” before stepping back onto the grass as the horse gives her an approving neigh before pulling its head back into its table, just as tired as the woman herself following the ride, yet it gives her a look that shows that it appreciated the journey the two took just as much as the woman herself did. Exhaling, Kaitlyn turns to walk away from the farm, feeling the gentle currents of air that swirl around her while she begins making her way back to the house on the other side of the farm, knowing that it is almost lunch time and that her mom has prepared a feast for the family. It’s a tradition for the family to gather around on the farm for Easter - one of the few times throughout the entire year that they get to see one another, considering the fact that Zac and Michael moved out of state to start their own families and Mikayla is often busy with work or other commitments. Usually, Kaitlyn is the only family member who is able to visit their parents during holidays or other celebrations - which is something that she intends on doing even as she enters the world of wrestling.
Sauntering through the grass, the thudding sound of her shoes against the grass and dirt can be heard as her mind begins to drift toward focusing on said wrestling career. Especially with how far she has come, even this early into her career. Each and every time she has stepped into the ring, she has been amazed. Not just by herself - mainly the fact that she is yet to truly embarrass herself like she did the first few times she entered an equestrian event, or when she almost broke her own neck during her second ever gymnastics competition, but by the people that she has stepped into the ring with. How easy they have made it look inside of the ring. How flawless they look each and every time they execute their moves - a level she wishes to reach one day. Turning her body to the left, she makes her way toward the wooden french posts that mark the dividing line between the house part and the farm part of her family residence, still internally fixated on wrestling and what she has to do in order to reach the level of those she has faced. Although she has been a sponge when it comes to learning from them. Soaking in everything and attempting to use it for herself, she knows that at some point - she has to find her own inner confidence and not just rely on those around her. Just as she had done in gymnastics, for she has learned that wrestling is an individual sport. It’s her that defines the path that she takes in the sport.
“One day, I will fly… One day, the world will be mine and I will have truly made it.” she whispers, an attempt to ease the knots that had begun to form in her stomach. “I just need the opportunity. The chance to go out there and prove that I belong. Prove that I am capable of doing this… of becoming the hero that people need.”
The pace of her walking quickens as she makes her way down the small hill leading to the back door of the home, her mind beginning to ponder the first match she has been assigned as part of her Thunder Pro Wrestling career, to take place at the Target Center in Minneapolis. Her first opportunity to experience the city and acclimatize herself with it - seeing as she will be traveling back there in June for the National Pro Wrestling Association’s first ever event. An event that she is just as excited for as the Thunder Pro Wrestling one. It is the first place that gave her a chance. That was willing to invite her into this new sport and made her feel at home. Something that she knows could have gone differently, considering the insular nature of wrestling and the stories she had read about newcomers who found themselves overwhelmed by the sport - some who even had history in the sport, causing her to embrace each and every moment she spends in this world. It is why she hasn’t put pressure on herself as she had during her time in equestrian and gymnastics - at least, not yet. Eventually, she knows she will have expectations placed on her and people to live up to, but that isn’t now. Now, she just needs to ensure that she is prepared for what will be her forth match ever.
“April 12th is just another moment for me to grasp… for me to show that I am becoming more confident in myself. Learning more and more each day about what I need to do in order to reach the stars.” she remarks, wandering over to a white plastic chair situated in front of a circular glass table and about ten feet from the family BBQ and sitting atop it. “Showing the world that I am more than just a pretty face.”
Glancing around the garden, she notices the pink lilies that she helped her mother plant in a row behind the brick wall of the house. Something that the two of them felt would spruce up the otherwise drab and dreary garden, and something she promised that she would help maintain every time she visits. Including when she watered the flowers before riding Midnight.
“That just like flowers, I will fully blossom and give you a sight that you won’t ever want to forget. An experience that will make you smile every time you think about it.” her eyes widen, as there is an innocent joy in her voice. “And I promise that I will. I want you to join me on this ride… I want you to experience the dream that I have been, and I will show you a woman that you can truly be proud to say you watched grow into a flower. A woman who made your life just that little bit brighter just by experiencing her.”
She laughs, knowing that some people might take that the wrong way, but the sweet smile across her face shows her sincerity. She truly wants to bring everyone along with her, just as she said when she introduced herself to Thunder Pro Wrestling. It’s one of the reasons she chose wrestling, as she feels like it gives her the best opportunity to spread her joy and light to the world - even beyond what she has done locally.
“I want each and every one of you there with me when I go out there, because I know I can’t do this alone. I know I cannot be the light in the shadows if I don’t have you all walking alongside me.” her lips curl upward. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
She laughs, winking before adjusting her body in the seat and remarking “Not in that way, sillies,” as if she knows that the invisible person she is speaking to is possibly taking her statement to mean something - flirty - to say the least. There’s friends of hers who would take it that way, at least.
“I mean I promise I’ll remember all of you that were with me as a little caterpillar when I become the butterfly I am destined to be. I will eternally hold each and every one of you in my heart and make sure that each time I step into the ring, I give you my best.” she remarks, adjusting her body in the chair. “It’s what you deserve to see, and it’s the only way I can truly feel like I belong.”
Each word hitting the air with a sincerity about them, Kaitlyn maintains the smile that she has become known for. One that hasn’t left her lips since the day she found out that she had been accepted as a wrestler. To her, this is what she wishes to do for the rest of her career - even if she had never seen it before deciding on a whim to give it a shot. Yet it’s as she has said before - life operates in strange ways. Placing her right hand atop her quadricep, her eyes begin to move away from the flowers toward the back door of the house, the sweet scent of pumpkin floating into the air toward her nostrils. An indication that she should probably head inside and get ready for lunch.
“I don’t want to let you down. I don’t want to give you anything less… starting with when I step into the ring against Baretta Blade. My first time competing on my own. My first time having to face off with just one other person.” she states, her tone one of reflection and masking the anxiety brewing within her. “I’m ready for it though. It may be an adjustment from stepping into the ring with others there to support me, or in a battle royal… but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t embrace that. I’m sure you have more experience than me, Beretta. I’m sure you have the fans out there, willing you on. Just know that I do too. That I have people who are counting on me to go out there and make the moment mine. Give them something that they cannot resist.”
She hesitates saying the next words, not wanting to come across as mean or disparaging. She truly respects Beretta, even if the two may not know one another - just as she respects everybody in the industry. She admires what it has taken for them to put themselves in the positions they have and the work they put in night after night, even more so now that she has gotten a taste for it herself. Her lips straighten as she exhales, figuring that she might as well just say it.
“You won’t be stopping me from doing that. I won’t let you stand in my way of showing what I can do. What I have learned from being in the ring against some of the brightest and best this sport has to offer - and I will do whatever I can to make sure that I am the one in the lights when the match is over.” she states, rising from the chair. “This is just the opening chapter of my career. My first time on my own on this stage and I plan on making the most of it… I hope you’re ready, sweetie.”
She joyously laughs, dimples beginning to appear on her cheeks as the smile returns and she saunters toward the door.
“This is what I’ve been waiting for.” she remarks, both about the impending lunch that her mom has prepared and her match against Beretta. “I can’t wait to truly begin taking my first steps into the world and seeing what it has to offer.”
She places her right hand atop the cool steel handle, turning it clockwise before pushing it open and walking inside, quietly whispering “Happy Easter,” as the sounds of her feet hitting the soft nylon carpeted floor and heading toward the kitchen being the last thing that can be heard.
Sauntering through the grass, the thudding sound of her shoes against the grass and dirt can be heard as her mind begins to drift toward focusing on said wrestling career. Especially with how far she has come, even this early into her career. Each and every time she has stepped into the ring, she has been amazed. Not just by herself - mainly the fact that she is yet to truly embarrass herself like she did the first few times she entered an equestrian event, or when she almost broke her own neck during her second ever gymnastics competition, but by the people that she has stepped into the ring with. How easy they have made it look inside of the ring. How flawless they look each and every time they execute their moves - a level she wishes to reach one day. Turning her body to the left, she makes her way toward the wooden french posts that mark the dividing line between the house part and the farm part of her family residence, still internally fixated on wrestling and what she has to do in order to reach the level of those she has faced. Although she has been a sponge when it comes to learning from them. Soaking in everything and attempting to use it for herself, she knows that at some point - she has to find her own inner confidence and not just rely on those around her. Just as she had done in gymnastics, for she has learned that wrestling is an individual sport. It’s her that defines the path that she takes in the sport.
“One day, I will fly… One day, the world will be mine and I will have truly made it.” she whispers, an attempt to ease the knots that had begun to form in her stomach. “I just need the opportunity. The chance to go out there and prove that I belong. Prove that I am capable of doing this… of becoming the hero that people need.”
The pace of her walking quickens as she makes her way down the small hill leading to the back door of the home, her mind beginning to ponder the first match she has been assigned as part of her Thunder Pro Wrestling career, to take place at the Target Center in Minneapolis. Her first opportunity to experience the city and acclimatize herself with it - seeing as she will be traveling back there in June for the National Pro Wrestling Association’s first ever event. An event that she is just as excited for as the Thunder Pro Wrestling one. It is the first place that gave her a chance. That was willing to invite her into this new sport and made her feel at home. Something that she knows could have gone differently, considering the insular nature of wrestling and the stories she had read about newcomers who found themselves overwhelmed by the sport - some who even had history in the sport, causing her to embrace each and every moment she spends in this world. It is why she hasn’t put pressure on herself as she had during her time in equestrian and gymnastics - at least, not yet. Eventually, she knows she will have expectations placed on her and people to live up to, but that isn’t now. Now, she just needs to ensure that she is prepared for what will be her forth match ever.
“April 12th is just another moment for me to grasp… for me to show that I am becoming more confident in myself. Learning more and more each day about what I need to do in order to reach the stars.” she remarks, wandering over to a white plastic chair situated in front of a circular glass table and about ten feet from the family BBQ and sitting atop it. “Showing the world that I am more than just a pretty face.”
Glancing around the garden, she notices the pink lilies that she helped her mother plant in a row behind the brick wall of the house. Something that the two of them felt would spruce up the otherwise drab and dreary garden, and something she promised that she would help maintain every time she visits. Including when she watered the flowers before riding Midnight.
“That just like flowers, I will fully blossom and give you a sight that you won’t ever want to forget. An experience that will make you smile every time you think about it.” her eyes widen, as there is an innocent joy in her voice. “And I promise that I will. I want you to join me on this ride… I want you to experience the dream that I have been, and I will show you a woman that you can truly be proud to say you watched grow into a flower. A woman who made your life just that little bit brighter just by experiencing her.”
She laughs, knowing that some people might take that the wrong way, but the sweet smile across her face shows her sincerity. She truly wants to bring everyone along with her, just as she said when she introduced herself to Thunder Pro Wrestling. It’s one of the reasons she chose wrestling, as she feels like it gives her the best opportunity to spread her joy and light to the world - even beyond what she has done locally.
“I want each and every one of you there with me when I go out there, because I know I can’t do this alone. I know I cannot be the light in the shadows if I don’t have you all walking alongside me.” her lips curl upward. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
She laughs, winking before adjusting her body in the seat and remarking “Not in that way, sillies,” as if she knows that the invisible person she is speaking to is possibly taking her statement to mean something - flirty - to say the least. There’s friends of hers who would take it that way, at least.
“I mean I promise I’ll remember all of you that were with me as a little caterpillar when I become the butterfly I am destined to be. I will eternally hold each and every one of you in my heart and make sure that each time I step into the ring, I give you my best.” she remarks, adjusting her body in the chair. “It’s what you deserve to see, and it’s the only way I can truly feel like I belong.”
Each word hitting the air with a sincerity about them, Kaitlyn maintains the smile that she has become known for. One that hasn’t left her lips since the day she found out that she had been accepted as a wrestler. To her, this is what she wishes to do for the rest of her career - even if she had never seen it before deciding on a whim to give it a shot. Yet it’s as she has said before - life operates in strange ways. Placing her right hand atop her quadricep, her eyes begin to move away from the flowers toward the back door of the house, the sweet scent of pumpkin floating into the air toward her nostrils. An indication that she should probably head inside and get ready for lunch.
“I don’t want to let you down. I don’t want to give you anything less… starting with when I step into the ring against Baretta Blade. My first time competing on my own. My first time having to face off with just one other person.” she states, her tone one of reflection and masking the anxiety brewing within her. “I’m ready for it though. It may be an adjustment from stepping into the ring with others there to support me, or in a battle royal… but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t embrace that. I’m sure you have more experience than me, Beretta. I’m sure you have the fans out there, willing you on. Just know that I do too. That I have people who are counting on me to go out there and make the moment mine. Give them something that they cannot resist.”
She hesitates saying the next words, not wanting to come across as mean or disparaging. She truly respects Beretta, even if the two may not know one another - just as she respects everybody in the industry. She admires what it has taken for them to put themselves in the positions they have and the work they put in night after night, even more so now that she has gotten a taste for it herself. Her lips straighten as she exhales, figuring that she might as well just say it.
“You won’t be stopping me from doing that. I won’t let you stand in my way of showing what I can do. What I have learned from being in the ring against some of the brightest and best this sport has to offer - and I will do whatever I can to make sure that I am the one in the lights when the match is over.” she states, rising from the chair. “This is just the opening chapter of my career. My first time on my own on this stage and I plan on making the most of it… I hope you’re ready, sweetie.”
She joyously laughs, dimples beginning to appear on her cheeks as the smile returns and she saunters toward the door.
“This is what I’ve been waiting for.” she remarks, both about the impending lunch that her mom has prepared and her match against Beretta. “I can’t wait to truly begin taking my first steps into the world and seeing what it has to offer.”
She places her right hand atop the cool steel handle, turning it clockwise before pushing it open and walking inside, quietly whispering “Happy Easter,” as the sounds of her feet hitting the soft nylon carpeted floor and heading toward the kitchen being the last thing that can be heard.
