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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 18:23:33 GMT -5
Cheap Thrills :: 03 The students of Steel Bones Wrestling: Orlando crowded around the ring, leaning against the apron. Tiffany stared at the massive constructed scaffold in front of her, her eyes on the beam where she would be standing across from the massive Matthias Black.
"I have to do this. So-Cal needs Gage. They need to get rid of Cortez and #TeamFriendship." She whispered to herself.
"Tiff?"
"So-Cal needs Gage." She repeated, not bothering to look around her. "It's up to me. I can do this. I can do this. I can beat him. I'll beat him. This isn't about me. This is about everyone. I'm doing this to save everyone from Cortez. This is Papa's story. I need to finish it. And I need to end Matthias Black."
“I don’t think that it’s right to put a student up against a currently-active competitor when it’s not even a seminar.”
Dorian leaned against the back of the chair, listening to everyone in the conference room talk. Even Shania was video calling in, and Shannon. Both looked irritated, to say the least. All of them began bitching instantly. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t argue, he didn’t bother to join in.
“That girl down there didn’t just go to a normal wrestling company. If she had, it wouldn’t be--”
“We’re being represented by our alumni -- surely, we owe it to help them when they need help.”
“A scaffold match isn't what we train them for. Not here. Besides, what’s to say it’s even going to help her at all? The size of Matthias Black is enough to simply tell her she made a mistake in taking that girl's place. And Landon even more so with going along with it. He’s ridiculously powerful. All he’s gonna have to do is toss her over the side and it’ll be over and finished. We all know Dorian trained her to run like the wind, but she’s a sitting duck up there. Can’t even spread her wings.”
“Do you put so little doubt into your own alumni?” Shania argued. “Tiffany is more resourceful than you know. She’s speed driven, yes, but she’s fresh. Matthias Black has been travelling and getting banned from God knows how many companies. He’s a powerhouse wrestler, but he’s not the best. It’s not just how much speed you put into your footwork, but the agility in which you fight. Even Ashtyn Rave had Moxley, and Moxley and Black are the same person. It took shattering her kneecap to get her out of competition.”
“I still don’t think--”
“I’ll do it.” Dorian cut off the next person. The room went silent. Before his sister could protest, he was moving out of the room, removing his blazer instantly.
He’d never been the type to sit down and bitch about doing the right thing.
Whoever expected that Dorian would go easy on his little “girlfriend” had been utterly wrong entirely. Tiffany landed on her back, hitting the steel of the scaffold hard, having been tossed right off Dorian’s back. The students cringed, but looked on in anticipation of this. After all, they picked up rumors of Dorian’s story too. He’d been a champion in his own time in a promotion in England, 406 days running -- until he just stopped. Quit. Dropped the title and everything. And no one knew why.
“I heard he hand-picked her out of her class of six.” One whispered to another.
“Oh? I heard she got more training in the back . . .” another said, snidely. And unfortunately, that’d been a rumor, though untrue.
“Regardless, I can see why.” Leaning forward, the other replied. “Even up on that scaffold, you can see that look of determination in Tiff’s eyes. She knows how legit aggressive she’s gonna have to be. She’s not going down to Matthias. There’s too much heart. Too much spunk. If anyone can take down Cortez’s pick, it’s Tiff. She wants this too badly.”
“If she could find something on Matthias that could weaken him . . .”
“Somehow, she’s gotta figure out how to use that speed. Get the jump on him.”
“It’s three feet wide, how do you think she’s going to do that?”
“Don’t count her out. She’s gonna wanna do this because it’s the man whose girlfriend basically caused her pops to die. This is revenge, pure and simple.”
“Get up.” Dorian snapped, leaning over Tiffany as she once again hit the scaffold. He grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her up. And as much as he hated even the thought of having to do this, he knew that if he didn’t, she wouldn’t be ready whatsoever. He wasn’t the epitome of strength that Matthias was, but he was the same height, just a little lighter build.
Tiff grit her teeth. This had gone on for a while, but if there was anything that she could do, it was endure. But she’d forgotten that Dorian was a fierce competitor, and that hadn’t changed since he quit wrestling. The excitement she’d had in facing her trainer was going away, very quickly.
She kicked him.
She punched him.
Nothing was working.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that, Tiff.”
Her mind was racing. But it brought her back.
"You can do anything, sweetheart. If you think about it, who are the real heroes in the stories? Those who weren't afraid to get a little dirty. They would do anything and everything they could to save the world. Remember Odysseus and the Cyclops? Odysseus wasn't going to let him or his people be killed by the cyclops anymore, so when the monster left, he figured out a way to escape, to save his people. He blinded him, Tiffy. Stabbed him in his eye with a piece of timber, won the day. If you join this sport, you're gonna have to do better than me, Tiff."
"No one is as good as you, Papa."
"Heh . . . we'll see. I'm going down to the match with Matthias. Wish me luck sweetheart. Remember . . . "
She shouldered him in the stomach, and then snapped him in the knee with her foot. It brought him, at least, down to her level. She kicked him in the chest. But none of these would affect Matthias, just as they really didn’t affect Dorian.
“. . . you can’t hit what you can’t see.”
It was a dirty tactic, but she knew now that she wouldn’t win this completely if she didn’t try. Grabbing Dorian’s hair herself, she took her nicely manicured fingers . . .
. . . and poked him right in the fucking eye.
It was a distraction enough that Tiffany was able to dropkick him in the head then, and knock him completely and utterly off-balance. He stumbled backwards. She took her chance, and bashed him head on, falling off the scaffold along with Dorian.
"And you can’t be afraid of the cheap thrills in goin' down with ‘em."
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