I Need This... Aug 14, 2016 13:10:13 GMT -6
Post by Stacy Jones on Aug 14, 2016 13:10:13 GMT -6
After doing some thinking. It’s time I need to remind some people just who exactly Stacy Jones really is. And what better way to do that then to go back to my roots. Where I first started training to be a wrestler.
My father was never an actual wrestler himself, but he was so heavily invested in the business as a whole that as soon as I told him that I wanted to be a wrestler after he took me to see my first ever live wrestling event at Madison Square Garden, he jumped at the opportunity to be the one to train me.
And I couldn’t have been happier for him to be my trainer. He rented out a cheap wrestling gym and we’d spend hours and hours together. He used to say I was a natural. Most of the stuff he taught me, I was able to pick up pretty quickly, obviously there were some things that took me a while to get the hang of, but he was patient with me.
So here I am, standing outside of the old run-down gym where my father used to train me. Dressed in a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers, a black Glampire T-shirt, a black leather jacket and a plain black woollen hat, I stroke my hand across the plaque that was erected onto the building in tribute to Dad when he passed away.
A single tear falls down my cheek as I feel a hand on my shoulder, placing my own hand on top of it. Smiling, I look over towards the owner of the hand, my sweet chinchilla and the love of my life, Jennifer Renee Lawson.
"Are you going to hold up, sweetie? I understand if you can't do this today."
Nodding, I take a deep breath in and slowly exhale before taking hold of her hand in mine.
“I’ll…be okay. I need to do this…and I want to show the love of my life one of the places that is close to my heart.”
Placing my free hand onto the door, I push it open and we both enter the place. It’s clear the place hasn’t been used in years. The old stench of sweat stings my nostrils, as awful as the smell may be, it takes me back and I feel like it was only yesterday that I was last here, training with Dad.
"This place...definitely needs a clean."
I walk over to the old training ring as I run my index finger across the apron, checking my finger, it’s now black as I rub it clean.
Heading over to one of the old punching bags, I lightly punch it as it creaks on the old rusted chain. From the corner of my eye, I notice Jen bending down and picking up an old tattered photo.
"Guess someone didn't have a chance to pick up their valuables when they left. This is a pretty picture minus the tattered nature of it."
Heading over to her, I look at it and the picture is of…me…with Dad, a large trophy in between the two of us. The memories flood back as I remember that when the gym started getting more people through the door, my Dad put on a tournament involving all the trainees, and I won. He was so proud…you can tell from his smile in the photo.
“Don’t you recognize the young girl there, honey?”
"The photo looks a bit bad for wear...but it's a very beautiful little girl. Is that my raven?"
I nod as more tears roll down my cheeks, stroking my hand across the picture.
“Yes. And that’s my Dad with me. He put on a tournament involving everyone he was training. I ended up winning it. I wonder if Daddy kept that trophy…I haven’t seen it in years…”
"I'm sure he kept it somewhere...is there a trophy case in here?"
Looking around, I notice the door leading to my Dad’s office. If he wasn’t training me or any of the other kids, he was in the office calling up as many wrestling companies as possible, trying to me signed to one.
“I…think he had one in his office over there…”
"Well let's go check it out my love."
We make our way over to the office and I grab hold of the handle and push, but it won’t budge.
“Damn. It’s locked.”
"I mean, this door is pretty old, it could probably be taken down pretty easily."
I don’t want to break it. If anything, I want to try and restore this place back to it’s former glory. Wait? I remember receiving a key from Dad before he passed away, I have it on my key chain.
Taking my keys from my jacket pocket, I find the key Dad gave me and place it into the key hole and twist it.
I turn to Jen with a smile on my face as I slowly push the door open.
"Yay, no property damage!"
“Jen. I want to get this place restored back to it’s original state. I know I’ve still got a good few years left in me as a wrestler, unless something catastrophic happens, but I want to become a trainer just like Dad. And I want you to help me with it too…”
"I mean...I'm not the most physically amazing person, but I can help here with what I can. It will be a lot of hard work though."
Chuckling, I take her hands in mine and stare into her big beautiful eyes.
“I don’t mean helping me get this place restored. I’m going to get professionals in to do all of that work. I mean, I want you to help me keep my Dad’s legacy alive by helping me train people.”
"Oh...sweetie, I'm not good enough in a physical aspect to do that."
“You can call up various promotions though, maybe even try and book arenas where we can put on small shows to help showcase the talents of the people we train. I really want you to be a part of this with me…”
"But...but I don't want to fail and disappoint you and disgrace your father's legacy..."
Pulling her towards me, I plant a long, deep, passionate kiss on her lips.
“Jen. You need to realize that you are a lot better than you give yourself credit for. I’m not saying this because you’re the love of my life…I’m saying this because it’s true. I know you’ll do great. I know you will do me and my father proud. Please…”
"I'll...I'll try I guess, but the moment I start failing don't keep me around, I don't want to be detrimental to this place."
“You won’t fail. But anyway, that’s still a while away…now to see if this trophy is here.”
"Right...I'm sure it's gotta be around here somewhere."
Scanning the room, I notice at the back of the room what appears to be a large glass case but the panes are so thick with dirt that I can’t see anything inside of it.
“Maybe that’s it…”
"Check and see, babe. I'm gonna look through this desk for a moment and see if your dad left anything else that's valuable."
I nod as she begins to check through the desk as I get a closer look at the glass case, I carefully unhook the small latch on it and open it when suddenly, the door falls off it’s hinges and smashes to smithereens on the floor causing both Jen and I to jump a little.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Stacy!"
“I’m sorry! It just…fell!”
"No that's fine, you just scared the fucking pee out of me...also I hit my knee on the desk."
Heading over to her, I wrap my arms around her with an embrace.
“I’m sorry, honey. I’ll make you feel better later…did you find anything?”
"I found a few things...there's a photo album here, and also a letter with your name on it."
Nodding, she passes me the letter and I stare at it for a few moments as once again I begin to tear up a little.
“I-I’ll…read it later…”
Placing the letter carefully into my inside pocket, I notice that Jen’s attention is focused on the trophy cabinet I was checking out earlier.
Turning around to look at the trophy cabinet, I notice that inside…it almost looks like a shrine to me. A large framed version of the old tattered photo we saw earlier is visible, with the very trophy set in front of it along with other smaller trophies and medals I’d won, each one with a small framed photo of me and Dad posing with said trophies and medals.
“I…had no idea he kept all of these…”
"There are so many things...trophies, medals, pictures...look Stacy, are those some things you drew for your Dad?"
Picking up the small collection of pictures, they are indeed pictures I drew for him. Of me raising a World Championship above my head, with him holding up my free arm in celebration.
“He…never got to see me win a professional title. I…wish he had done…”
I suddenly lunge into her arms, wrapping my arms around her tightly.
“I m-miss him so much, Jen.”
"Sweetie, it's okay...what you don't know, is he is here...he's in your heart, watching over you every step of the way, and he wants you to keep succeeding and be happy. He believes in you, just like I believe in you."
Smiling, I give her another passionate kiss before we begin to collect up all the important items we have found ready to take back home with us.
Bringing back old memories of the days when my Dad used to train me has helped me remember who I am again. It’s time to remind people who I am as well. People need to remember that I am “The Glampire” Stacy Jones, former two-time Xcel Champion…
Future World Visionary Champion…
So the match is finally here. The match that wrestling fans have wanted to see for a year and a half. The match both Mevy and I have wanted to have for a year and a half. On one side of the ring you’ll have a former fifteen time World Champion and on the other, you’ll have a former two-time Xcel Champion. Only way to win, is to put your opponent through a table.
This will be my very first tables match. And I’m facing someone who is an expert at putting people through one. This will be her thirtieth tables match in her career, she’s won twenty four of those and lost five. I know she’ll be looking to go twenty five and five and have the perfect send off to the end of her career.
But I need to win this match…
I’m here at the Norfolk Scope in Norfolk, Virginia. The place where Heatstroke will take place and where the Vow faithful will witness Emevlas Stastias’ final ever wrestling match. Against yours truly of course, in a tables match.
Dressed in my wrestling gear along with my black leather jacket, I sit in the stands where on August 18th, will be filled with screaming VoW fans. But right now, I’m the only one here as an eerie silence overtakes the arena.
“BattleMania. A thirty person tournament open to any wrestler from any organization. That was when Mevy and I first met. We were already familiar with one another. I was aware of her accomplishments…how she is one of the most successful women who had ever stepped into a wrestling ring.”
I look up into the camera, running my right hand through my long black and silver hair.
“We hoped that we would meet in that match. The fans watching the show were hoping we would meet in that match. But it wasn’t meant to be…”
Shaking my head, I lightly scratch my cheek.
“Fast forward and then the EWC hold a King of the Cage tournament. I figured since I didn’t do as well as I had hoped too in BattleMania that I would try my hand at it, so I signed up for it. And then not long after that…Mevy signs up for it and then all of a sudden just like that…we have our second chance to finally meet inside that squared circle.”
Standing to my feet, I begin to traverse down the steps towards where the ring is set up.
“But then fate would unfortunately strike again, and Mevy was eliminated and then later on in the tournament…so was I…”
I chuckle as I reach the ring and hop up onto the apron, climbing through the ropes, I slide my hand across the top rope.
“But now. There is no thirty person over the top rope Battle Royal stopping us from stepping into the ring against one another. There is no knock-out tournament stopping the inevitable from happening. On August 18th, at Heatstroke…it will finally happen. Emevlas Stastias will do battle with Stacy Jones…in a Tables Match nonetheless.”
Rolling out of the ring, I pull up the ring apron and pull out a table and slide it into the ring. Heading in after it, I set it up in the centre and climb on top of it, crossing my legs and sitting on it.
“I’m gonna admit, Mevy. I’m nervous as Hell about this match. This is my first ever Tables Match in my career and this is your thirtieth. You have built your career on putting countless opponents through tables just like the one I am sitting on right now…”
I chuckle as I clasp my hands together as if I’m praying for some reason.
“But considering my dream is to one day become the VoW World Visionary Champion…I need to prove what I am truly capable of in the ring! I need to show everyone in the back…every single fan in attendance just who the Hell I am!”
Slowly lifting my head, I glare into the camera, a fire burning inside of me.
“I know you will be hoping to end your career in the most perfect way possible, by throwing me through a table and having your arm raised. But I’m afraid I’m going to have to make sure that doesn’t happen, Mevy. You’re at the end of your career…and I still have a long future ahead of me and if I am able to defeat a legend such as yourself? It could very well be the thing I need to help myself achieve my dream!”
I uncross my legs and climb off the table, making my way over to the ropes and resting my arms on the top one, still focusing on the camera.
“Some may think of that being selfish on my part…maybe it is in a way. But what kind of wrestler would I be if I went into a match not wanting to walk out the winner? I need this win more than you need it, Mevy. At Heatstroke, it won’t be me picking splinters out of my backside…oh no…it’ll be you!”
Slowly cracking my neck from left to right, I smirk.
“Mevy, you shall suffer my judgement…your Final Penance…is coming!”
I then make my way over to the ropes and exit the ring, making my way up the ramp to the back to continue preparing for one of the biggest matches of my career.
This is the big one. If I can defeat someone as accomplished as Emevlas Stastias, in her own match nonetheless…it would do wonders for my career. Like I said, I need to make sure that I walk out of Heatstroke with the victory. Once I’ve defeated her, of course I’ll let her have all the glory and say her goodbyes to the wrestling world…
But I need this victory for myself…