Post by Aerynn Donnelly on Feb 21, 2014 23:26:04 GMT -6
>>> 21 February 2014 - Reno, NV <<<
-- It was two days before Tragic Engagement. Lia had been in town for almost a week. It just what Aerynn needed. Some time to clear her head. Get her priorities straight. She needed this time to remind her just what she was “fighting” for.
-- Her life. The life of her father. She had been searching for a way to make sense of.. Well.. Everything. That’s when she met Brody.
-- It had started at one of the local bars in South Boston. He tried hitting on her and she all but laughed in his face and left the bar with her group of friends. A few days later, he was back. Making her an offer she couldn’t refuse.
-- No. It was true. She really couldn’t refuse the offer to become his bodyguard because he used the trump card in his pocket. Her father. Her father and his care.
-- Brody had promised her that if she came to work for him, he’d make sure her father had the best medical care that money could buy. And so far, he’d kept his word. Of course, she didn’t walk into the agreement blind. She made a few stipulations, herself. Ones that Brody had agreed to.
-- She blinked and shook her head as she pushed the thoughts of those days tried to crawl their way to the forefront of her mind. She took a deep breath as she seen that the road before her was completely empty.
-- She reached into her pocket and pulled out her iPod. She scrolled down to a specific playlist and hit “Play”. She sat on her bike a moment, closed her eyes and let the music seep into her blood. She reached up and dropped the visor of her helmet down over her face and gunned the engine of her bike.
-- Her bike, a Suzuki GSX-R1000, was black and purred like a panther after she’s gorged herself on her evening meal. This bike was Aerynn’s baby. She took better care of the bike than she did herself. And once the light she was at turned green.. She was off.
-- She lost herself to the feeling of freedom the speed gave her.
-- She was dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt with a silver cross/ahnk and roses on it, a red leather jacket and black leather boots. She had braided her hair so that her helmet would fit properly. And as always, she wore very little in the way of make-up or jewelry.
-- “Yes, ‘twas easy tae lose oneself when yer riding down a back highway at speeds o’ o’er 100 miles-per-hour wit’ some damn good music blasting in yer ears.”, she thought to herself.
-- She must’ve rode a good two hours before stopping to take a bit of a break. She pulled into some little out-of-the-way diner and killed the engine of the bike. She sat back a minute and just relaxed.
Guy: “You know, we really should stop meeting like this, Miss Donnelly.”
-- The voice came out of nowhere. Even startled her a bit as the man used her Christian name.
-- She turned in the direction that the voice came from and a genuine smile formed as she seen who the owner of the voice was.
Aerynn: “If it isna Mister ‘Not-A-Douche-Bag.”
-- Yes, the owner of the voice was the very same man that she and Lia has met the other night at the fights. She dismounted from the bike and leaned back against it after she secured her helmet. She raised that green gaze up to meet his own brilliant smile.
-- A small laugh sounded from her.
Aerynn: “So, whot are ye doin’ way out here?”
-- He looked over to the diner and then back to Aerynn. Shrugging non-chalantly.
Guy: “The food here is amazing. I usually come out here two or three times a week. Plus, this is my parents joint.”
-- Now that caused a brow to raise on Aerynn’s part.
Aerynn: “Really? Well, I’m goin’ tae have tae give it a go now. Can’t tempt a girl wit’ a great meal an’ not expect her tae pass it by.”
-- She pushed away from the bike to stand to her fully height and motioned towards the door. Only to stop after a few steps and looked at him as he was already halfway up the steps heading inside the place.
Aerynn: “Ye know.. I dinna get yer name tha o’her night. Ye have me at a disadvantage.”
-- The man turned around with a Cheshire grin.
Guy: “Name’s Logan.”
-- Aerynn paused for a moment and kept her gaze on him.
Aerynn: “Logan, huh? Fittin’.”
Logan: “Pops thought so. I was named after one of his best friends from the military.”
-- And with that, they headed inside.
-- After what seemed like, and really was, hours later, they exited the diner. It was dark out and she looked up at the night sky.
Aerynn: “E’erything is so.. clear out here. So.. quiet.”
-- Logan nodded as he looked over at her. He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from looking at her.
Logan: “Yeah, the view is beautiful. That’s for sure.”
-- Aerynn moved her attention from looking up at the night sky and over to him. Blushing (yes! She really did blush!!), she twitched her nose a bit and scuffed the toe of her boot on the ground.
Aerynn: “I was talkin’ ‘bout the scenery.”
Logan: “Yeah, so was I.”
-- Aerynn turned to look at him fully as she was pulling her red leather jacket back on. She reached up to pull her braid out from it and smiled up at him.
Aerynn: “So, ye got any plans fer Sunday?”
-- Logan shook his head in the negative.
Logan: “No, can’t say I do. Except, I have these tickets to go see a show that’s got this amazing woman facing three other guys for a new wrestling company’s first pay-per-view.”
-- He grinned as Aerynn suddenly looked shocked.
Aerynn: “Yer comin’ tae Tragic Engagement?”
-- Logan nodded.
Logan: “Yep. Got VIP passes and everything.”
-- Aerynn blushed again and started past him toward her bike. Pausing beside him for just a moment.
Aerynn: “Well, I hope I dinna disappoint. Where are ye stayin’ at while yer there?”
-- Logan shrugged and moved to walk with her.
Logan: “At one of the local hotels. Made a special trip to see the show. I wouldn’t miss this show for anything, Princess.”
-- At his use of the word “Princess”, she couldn’t stop the sudden laughter that spilled out. And he gave her a look.
Logan: “Do I even want to know what’s so funny?”
Aerynn: “Ye called me ‘Princess’. Oddly ‘nough, I use tha’ word a lot meself. Say, wanna follow me back to Reno? Have a drink before I call it a night?”
-- Logan nodded over to his own bike.
Logan: “After you.. Princess.”
-- And with that, she remounted her bike, retrieved her helmet and placed it back on after she secured the earbuds of her iPod into her ears and started up the music again. She started her bike up and glanced over to him.
Aerynn: “Try an’ keep up.”
-- And with that, she gunned the engine and off she went.
>>> 3 Hours Later <<<
-- They were sitting at one of Reno’s local pubs having a few drinks. Aerynn was drinking lightly as she had to get up early in the morning for a training session. And Logan was simply enjoying the company. Yeah, he was drinking, but not as heavily or hard as he could’ve.
-- Aerynn looked over to him and tilted her head slightly.
Aerynn: “So, do ye have any plans fer tomorrow?”
Logan: “Nah. Was just gonna hang in town until the show Sunday.”
Aerynn: “Ye up fer comin’ tae hang while I get a trainin’ session in tomorrow in tha mornin’? Then we can jus’ hang fer tha rest o’ tha day. Lia’s wit’ me, too.”
-- Logan shrugged and nodded.
Logan: “Sure. What kind of training to do you? I might even join you. If that’s ok.”
Aerynn: “I do a normal workout an’ then mixed fightin’. Boxing, bare knuckle. I have a damn good trainer. An’ then I jog fer ‘bout an hour after.”
-- Logan nods again.
Logan: “Sounds good to me. How about we call it a night then, Miss Donnelly?”
-- Aerynn finished off her beer and nodded in agreement.
>>> 22 February 2014 - Reno, NV - Gym <<<
-- As always, Aerynn woke at 5 a.m. She had showered and dressed in her typical workout gear. A pair of black capri sweats, a black sports bra and boxing shoes. She pulled her hair back into a messy pony tail and then grabbed a hoodie. The hoodie she grabbed as black as well. Black with the words “SOUTHIE” on it. And a picture of a pair of brass knuckles, two baseball bats crossed and a ribbon under it that said, “617 * Strong”.
-- She knelt down and picked up her training bag and slung it over her shoulder as she headed out of her hotel room. Heading down in the elevator, she pulled her iPod out and placed the earbuds into her ears and when the doors opened, she headed to the garage to her bike.
-- Twenty minutes later, she was walking into the gym. Logan was already there and, from the looks of him, had worked up a damn good sweat.
-- He looked over to her and smiled.
Logan: “You’re late.”
-- She dropped her bag and pulled the earbuds out of her ears and smirked as she pulled her hoodie off.
Aerynn: “I’m keepin’ wit’ me schedule. Ye here tae work out, or give me shite?”
-- The playfulness between them was refreshing. She sat down on the floor of the gym and began to stretch. After thirty minutes of working out and stretching, Logan nodded to Aerynn’s trainer that he would hold the heavy bag for Aerynn.
-- She was tightening the straps of her sparring gloves as she walked over to the bag. Arching a brow as she looked at him.
Aerynn: “Ye sure ye can handle this?”
Logan: “Bring it on, Princess.”
-- And with that, Aerynn threw the first of many punches.
Logan: “God damn, woman!”
-- Was all Logan had the chance to say before Aerynn attacked the heavy bag.
>>> Later That Day <<<
“Sentinel. Nick Daniels. Pauly O’Conner. Aerynn Donnelly.”
-- She looked up at the camera from her vantage point on the wall that she was sitting on.
“These names will go down in history as tha first contenders o’ UWA’s first e’er World Heavyweight Championship. Each one o’ these names has a certain.. respect tha’ comes wit’ ‘em.”
-- She hopped down off the wall and stood to her full height. She was still wearing the same clothes that she’d put on earlier that day. She looked like she had been workin’ her ass off.
“Sentinel. The Silent Destroyer. Now, I’ll give ye tha’ yer a force tae be reckoned wit’. But, ye know whot happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. There’s an endless transference of energy.
Ye an’ I are these two things. Ye, are tha unstoppable force. And I? I am tha’ immovable object.
Ye seek tae destroy e’erythin’ in yer path as ye claw, fight an’ silently scream yer way tae tha top o’ UWA.
I said it once, I’ll say it again.. Yer beatin’ the drums o’ war an’ no one’s listenin’.”
-- She placed her hands into the pocket of her Southie hoodie and looked back to the camera.
“Nick Daniels. Tha star tha’ wants tae burn brightly. Tha star tha’ fails tae remember tha’ it’s only in death tha’ a star burns brightest.”
-- She pulls her hands out of the hoodie pocket and brings them up as if to pray.
“Pauly. Me oldest an’ dearest friend. Ye’ve realized yer mistake an’ owned it. Ye did tha right thing. It’s in yer humility tha’ ye’ve found honor. Tis nae other man worthy o’ my respect in alla this as ye are.”
-- She began to pace back and forth.
“It’s been brought up many o’ time tha’ I’ve not much experience in tha world o’ wrestlin’. It’s been said tha’ I dinna deserve tae be o’ part o’ tha Fatal-Four-Way fer tha World Heavyweight Championship. But ye see, yer all wrong. We all.. Nick Daniels, Sentinel, Pauly O’Conner.. Me. We all deserve tae be here.
We all deserve tae step in tha ring an’ fight tae our last drop o’ will an’ passion fer tha honor tae hold tha belt up an’ proudly claim tha title o’ World Heavyweight Champion.
Nick an’ Sentinel have held many o’ world titles. They’ve taken tha world o’ wrestlin’ by tha balls an’ held on like pit bulls nae wantin’ tae let go. They’ve locked their jaws in an’ refused tae give up. An’ tha’s all honorable an’ shite.
But like I said tha o’her day, whot’s all tha’ mean here in UWA? Not. A. Fuckin’. Thing.
There are those who think tha’ jus’ ‘cause me an’ Pauly are new tae tha ring, tha’ we dinna deserve tae be in tha main event fer tha title. Tha’ we dinna know whot bein’ a champion means.
Well, I’m here tae tell ye.. Yer wrong. Dead wrong.
Pauly an’ I know whot it means tae be a champion. We both know whot it means tae walk wit’ our heads up. Tae have a certain type o’ pride fer tha achievements tha’ years an’ months o’ trainin’ have wrought.
From tha time tha’ we were children, we’ve been fightin’. Fightin’ fer a cause. ‘R fightin’ fer our lives.
I know whot it means tae fight tae keep food on tha table. Tae keep tha lights turned on. I know whot it means tae fight tae keep a roof o’er me head.
If anyone in this knows whot it means tae fight fer their life.. Tis me. Me an’ me kin.”
-- She stops a moment and looks to the camera.
“Once ‘gain, I remind ye.. I AM the immoveable object in alla this.
I’ll nae go down any o’her way.. But fightin’.”
-- And the scene goes black.
