Post by Kris Titan on Sept 17, 2012 8:13:14 GMT -6
Fast forward two years...give or take.
I was once a piece of clay to be molded into something more. And, to an extent, I was. Stacey Lynn Jordan stuck it out and saw me through. She pulled me from the NCW before long, stating that it simply 'wasn't my time'. I argued at the time, but she was right in the end. The place was too big, to new and exciting. I was in danger of losing sight of the big picture, and that wasn't something that I could afford. Stacey didn't have many students, but she had enough to know that wasting time with someone that could get lost in the excess of fame wasn't something she wanted to do. I assured her that wasn't the case, even told her I could prove it. She made me a deal then; if I could make her tap out before she could do the same to me, she'd let me stay in NCW.
I lost, of course.
Maybe I didn't hold any illusions of staying anyway, but several years on the Indy circuit and independent federations did me good. My style became more solid, my ring work and routine moves fleshed out and solidified. Stacey told me to forgo my dismissal of what most wrestlers would call 'Signature Moves' in favor of implementing a few if only to show just how hard I could hit, to give my opponent's something to fear. Of course this prompted another submission match that I lost, but in the end I didn't mind. I worked hard for this, for what I am now. I still have my old moves, still working on the new ones. I feel more...confident. But I suppose that was Stacey's intent. She's my rock in a lot of ways, her and Kris almost like my surrogate parents. Without them, I'd think I'd be very lonely during the holidays and such when everyone's spending time with family. Mai went to college in Japan at my request as it was always something sh wanted to do. And even with Stacey and Kris taking me out or letting me crash at their place, the loneliness is still there.
It only grew when I realized that I was attracted to a disturbingly straight girl in the last independent federation I was in.
But with Stacey's blessing, I came back to NCW, head cowed and full of apologies. I don't know if I was let back in because of the lack of 'Starlets' in the division or because they were honestly impressed with my improvement in the ring. I was raw before and only got in on raw talent. Maybe they liked that sort of thing, maybe they were just hurting for females to join up. Or, hell, maybe NCW just needs more Asians. Whatever the reason, the tryout to regain access to one of the biggest federations on the planet took mere minutes before I was added to the roster. The pay was generous, the expectations were high. I didn't want to be the rookie that lost all her matches again. I wanted to win, I wanted to show Stacey her hard work actually meant something.
...I wanted to find happiness for myself.
(The day was only somewhat chilly, but that was because it was early morning and Kris Titan had chosen to run her usual route with a simple tank top and running shorts. She didn't need to, though, as Stacey had given her the day off in celebration of re-signing with NCW. Kris wasn't one to slack in her training though, and she reasoned that her 'tight little body' didn't keep itself in shape. But the bigger reason was because, as of late, her view on her teacher was beginning to take a route she didn't really feel like taking. Stacey was most definitely a beautiful woman; strong, athletic and strong willed, she was everything Kris wanted to be and more. She was also someone Kris was becoming more and more attracted to, and she really, really couldn't have that.)
Voice: 'ey babygirl, you made it.
(Kris blinked before looking up to see the smiling face of her manager. Kevin O'Neil was still there for her after all this time, still supporting her right alongside Trisha VanReardon. They'd both been huge in helping Kris launch her career and while she wasn't making them the money they wanted, Kevin and Trisha didn't seem to mind that once and awhile they had to pay out of pocket to help Kris along. For his part, Kevin had grown fond of the small Asian woman and liked to see how she developed in the ring as well as out. Her budding love of women was a bit of a disappointment but he was happy when she came to him about it over Trisha, who seemed like the logical choice. And while under most circumstances he would have spent time trying to deter her from 'The Dark Side', he instead decided it was best to be a shoulder to lean on as opposed to a perverted manager. Besides, he had all day to do the latter.)
Kevin O'Neil: Glad ta have ya sugarshack. Come give daddy some love before we sit down and go over bidness.
(He got up to give his wrestler a hug but was shoved back down into his seat by Trisha, who simply eyes him before she got up herself to give Kris a hug and a small peck on the cheek. She pulled back, holding the small Asian woman by her shoulders and beaming. Out of all of them she was probably the most proud, though it was debatable between her and Kevin. Kris had become something of a sister to her, and even though Trisha could sense the sudden shift in their relationship since Kris left her last Indy federation, she still held the other woman in high regard and would do anything to make her happy.)
Trisha VanReardon: Kris, how are you doll? You look well.
Kris Titan: I'm good. I honestly didn't know I was here already...
(It was her normal path, after all, and her feet seemed to have carried her here all by themselves. Still, when she met with Kevin and Trisha she came to The Cup of Life, and it was merely convenient that it was on her running path. She blinked a moment as she looked about, then back to Trisha with a meek smile.)
Kris Titan: Lost in thought, I guess.
Kevin O'Neil: Oh come on...no lovin' for Big Daddy? None?!
(Trisha rolled her eyes sat down as Kevin bear hugged the life out of Kris. He got a hug back and a kiss on the cheek for his efforts, which was enough to make the black man smile wide. He sat down along with Kris and then held up a hand to signal someone to come take their orders.)
Kevin O'Neil: Babygirl, here we are again. Stacey's all up in arms about you going back in, but we know better, don't we? She's just as excited to see how all that hard work of hers is gonna pay off. I say it don't matter, right? Cause I'll be damned when I see you wrestle. Like night and day and shi-t. You learned some pretty good moves, keepin' the smaller circuits on their toes.
Trisha VanReardon: And your promos have always been solid. People love to hear you talk.
(Kris blushed at the praise, a hand going to scratch the back of her neck as she looked down at the suddenly very interesting ground.)
Kris Titan: Well...yeah, I guess. NCW though...I'm guessin' some people are gonna say I washed out.
Kevin O'Neil: You did...kinda. But it was mostly Stacey that pulled you. And you know somethin'? Anyone that's got shi-t to say about that can talk to her. See if she don't whoop their candy asses for questioning her decision. shi-t, she almost killed you in the ring for talking shi-t.
(The wrestler huffed before crossing her arms.)
Kris Titan: She didn't 'almost kill me', Kevin. She just made me tap out.
Trisha VanReardon: After forty minutes of wrestling. I'll admit you gave her a run for her money, but Stacey isn't one to give up. Ever. Taking the bet was good at the time, however. She felt you needed to...loosen up your attitude and tighten up your game, as she put it. Looking back, I'd be lying if I say I didn't disagree. Now, though...I can see the difference.
Kevin O'Neil: Too bad they didn't book you right away. Wanna see some shi-t?
(Kevin opened the laptop that was in front of him and twirled it as the screen came back to life. On the news was 'The Return of Kris Titan' as part of an article on a online newsletter that focused on pro wrestling. NCW was always big news on there, and Kris blinked as she looked over the article. It covered her only matches in NCW and speculated on just how much she'd changed since her time gone. It also had a poll on there to give visitors of the site the option to vote on whether they approved of the return or not. With Kevin already voting, Kris could see the votes were clearly in favor of her being back in NCW.)
Kris Titan: Odd. I didn't have many matches, and those were back in 2010. How do people even remember me?
Trisha VanReardon: Oh dear, I've always told you that you need to keep up with your own press. People love you on the Indy circuit. Put your name on a YouTube search bar once and see how many people have dedicated videos and such in your name. It's rather adorable.
Kris Titan: So...they like me cause of my time in the Indies?
Kevin O'Neil: F--k yeah. You're the Princess of the Indies, lady. F--kers can't get enough of you. Plus, look at it realistically; you see all them other bitches with their fancy moves and complicated ass maneuvers. You have a style most can emulate, hard hitting and simple. That ain't a bad thing, so get that screwy look offa your face. All I'm saying is that if someone sees something they think they can do and think they can do it themselves, it just means more time people gonna spend watching you to see your routine.
(They stopped talking for a moment as a waitress brought over their drinks and coffees. They'd all been there so many times that all the employees knew them on site and were therefore dubbed 'regulars', enough to the point where they knew all their orders. Kris took up her cup of coffee and cupped it, blowing over the side as her eyes lingered on the generous behind of the waitress before she tore her gaze away and back to Kevin and Trisha. Her friends seemed to have noticed and shared a knowing look, but said nothing and merely smiled.)
Kris Titan: I don't know if I like the idea of people copying my style, if I'm being honest.
Trisha VanReardon: Don't worry about it. Most Americans love wrestling. It's become such a national pastime and the industry is such a huge sell that you're going to get many, many admirers and people that want to copy you to some extent. It's also true that there are many more that love the Japanese style of shoot fighting. Your style is akin to that, which is part of the reason why you're so popular.
Kris Titan: What are the other reasons.
Kevin O'Neil: Cause you's HAWT baby!! Asian, tight body, small booty, great abs...you draw people in. How many peeps you think are gonna look atcha and think you're boring? NONE. People want to see the underdog win. They want to see David beat Goliath. You're tiny compared to a lot of men and women, but you beat both in the Indies, right? NCW ain't gonna let you wrestle the men, which is a damn shame, but you'll be at he top of the Starlet Division in no time.
Kris Titan: Yeah...I guess...
Kevin O'Neil: Don't 'guess', babygirl. Just trust us, and trust you, dig? Now come on. Let's get down to the particulars of your contract, and lesse just how much we can shove that pretty ass in people's faces on live television—OW!! Trisha!!
(Kris rolled her eyes as Trisha berated Kevin on his usual harmless form of sexual harassment. They all knew Kris was so used to it at this point that it hardly mattered, but she let them argue anyways. It was the usual thing, and it comforted Kris to know that some things just never change. Kevin and Trisha were so opposite it was funny, yet they were such a good team when to came to her career. The Asian woman sat back and smiled, sipping her coffee as she looked back towards the people around her. Her eyes locked onto that same behind of the waitress she spied earlier, her eyes slowly going up her body until they locked onto the waitresses own. A small wink told her that today was gonna be a good day.)
PAY ATTENTION.
I'm back.
I'm to understand that I'm actually wanted back, so I suppose it's a good thing. I also know that there are also a lot that don't want me back, but there are always gonna be haters abound, so it's really not that big of a deal. But to all those that supported me while I was in the Indies trying to broaden my horizons and get better, thank you. I truly appreciate all of you.
Now...let's not make this into a proverbial wall of text, yeah?
I've always been adamant that trash talking was something that was beyond me, and I still maintain that fact. I don't focus on it because it doesn't help me wrestle any better, and if you suck you suck, regardless on how many times you can call someone a 'douchebag' or make fun of someone for whatever stupid reason. Like, I've heard Freya likes the black dong. Why is that funny again? Why is that relevant? Does that change the fact that she whooped my ass the first time I stepped into the NCW ring? Or how she's slapped the crap out of most of the Starlet's?
Nope. But, upon using Google I see that it's a insult that everyone's used. Shall I slow clap now or later?
I'll play the game because I have to, though. I mean, why not right? Trash talking has always been apart of the wrestling world, and the better you are at it the more everyone seems to like you. Or, at the very least, recognize your name. Which is fine, really.
I'll just be over here getting recognized on actually having talent. The rest of you, those that couldn't wrestle themselves out of a wet paper bag? Yeah, you have fun.