Post by Aerynn Donnelly on Mar 7, 2014 22:43:11 GMT -6
>>> 6 March 2014 – Las Vegas, NV <<<
-- She sat and watched the interview that Stephanie did with Brody. As she sat there, her ire built. She was suddenly very happy that she had made plans to move her father from the hospice center that he was in back home to Ireland with her Uncle Philip.
-- Now that it was done, she had no problems with the next step of her plan.
-- She reached over and picked up the phone and made a call. While she waited for the other end to pick up, she kept the video of Brody’s interview going.
Logan: “Well, hello Princess. How’s UWA’s first World Champion doing tonight?”
-- Aerynn smiled when she heard Logan’s voice.
Aerynn: “I’m doin’ just fine. Listen, I know we aren’t like official ‘r anythin’, but I need a favor from ye.”
Logan: “Sure, babe. What’s up?”
-- Aerynn looked over to Lia and nodded silently at her as she was asking if Aerynn wanted a drink.
Aerynn: “I have a safe deposit box I need someone tae go pick up in New York City. Thing is, I need it by Monday night. Somethin’ fer tha show.”
Logan: “Ok. Dare I ask what it is I’m picking up?”
Aerynn: “Best no’ tae ask. No’ yet. All it is, is a manila envelope. But, tha contents o’ tha’ envelope need tae be protected at all costs. I’ll pay fer tha trip there an’ back.”
Logan: “Sure thing. But babe, I can take care of the travel arrangements. Do I need to take anyone with me?”
-- Aerynn thought for a minute and nodded.
Aerynn: “Aye, tha’s probably a good idea. Jus’ lemme know whot ye need an’ it’s yers.”
-- Logan chuckled deeply.
Logan: “Trust me, Love. Me and my boys don’t need anyone else but us. We’ll leave within the hour. I’ll call you when I get to the city to get the info. Until then, there’s a few things you need to do while we’re riding.”
-- Logan and Aerynn spent the next half hour on the phone making plans, contingent plans and finalizing things for when he and his boys got to New York.
-- That done, she got off the phone and looked over to Lia.
Lia: “You look like the cat who ate the canary, sugar. You get everything taken care of?”
-- Aerynn smiled brightly and nodded.
Aerynn: “Aye, tis all taken care of. Now, I have a few things I need ye tae do.”
-- Aerynn eyed Lia. Looking her up and down.
Aerynn: “Ye sure yer up fer this? Tha’ ye can handle e’erythin’ we’re ‘bout tae get into?”
-- Lia pulled back with a faux shocked look.
Lia: “Lil ole me? Sugar, I can handle anything you throw my way. I can’t wait to see the look on that little ass jockey’s face when this is all goes down.”
-- Aerynn cracked up laughing. Yes, she really did call him an “ass jockey”.
-- To Aerynn, that was simply… Classic!
>>> 7 March 2014 – Pasadena, CA <<<
-- It never failed. Every time that Aerynn went into a new city for a show, she always managed to find one of the best “underground” MMA gyms in the city.
-- All she had to do was place a call, talk to both the manager and the owner, and she could get time in the gym while she was in town. Any time. Day or night.
-- Right now, it was afternoon and she pulled her bike into the parking lot of the gym. Killing the engine, she rested the bike on its kick-stand and dismounted from it. She slung the gym back over her shoulder and headed inside.
-- She didn’t bother getting dressed in her workout clothes this time, she just packed them in the back. No, today, she had put on a pair of worn blue jeans that rode a bit low on the hips, a pink tank top while throwing on a grey Nike hoodie and a pair of pink and white Nike sneakers.
-- She made her way inside and towards the manager’s office. Every male in the place stopped what they were doing as she sauntered through the gym with a confidence that only Aerynn Donnelly, had.
-- With her gym bag slung over her shoulder, she turned to look at the guys and nodded once with a Cheshire smile.
-- As she reached the manager’s office, buzz about her being in the gym began. She didn’t pay it any mind, not yet anyway, as she entered into the office after knocking and getting the confirmation of entering.
-- After about thirty minutes of talking with both the manager and the owner, all three of them stepped out and the owner showed her where the locker rooms were.
-- Once they were at the door, she turned to shake each man’s hand and headed inside. Both men turned to see that all the fighters and trainers were looking at them expectantly.
-- Fifteen minutes later, Aerynn emerged from the locker rooms. This time, she was dressed in her workout clothes. A pair of black hip-hugging sweat-capris, a black tank top, her boxing shoes and on her hands, her sparring gloves. And this time, she had pulled her hair back into its signature messy pony tail.
-- She nodded towards the manager. The man, who looked like he’d been around the ring a time or three, looked to the fighters there.
Manager: “Ok boys, here’s the deal. This young lady here, as some of you probably know, is Aerynn Donnelly. I’m sure that some of you know that she’s recently won Unchained Wrestling Alliance’s World Heavyweight Championship belt.”
-- He looked at them. Some of them were nodded emphatically. Others looked a little confused. And the old man just grinned.
Manager: “Now, Miss Donnelly is here to get a little practice in before her match on Monday night. And she’s asked if anyone is willing to be her sparring partner.”
-- A few of the guys raised their hands. And a few more began to mutter under their breath or to each other.
-- The old man raised his hands up and laughed a bit. Aerynn moved over to start stretching as the manager, whose name was, oddly enough, Mickey, started to point to certain fighters and motioning others off. Telling them that they had their own upcoming fights to worry about.
-- After about twenty more minutes of getting everything set, Aerynn had finished her stretching and warming up. She then moved to the ring and climbed inside.
-- She turned to look at Mickey and nodded. There was a trainer in each corner and Aerynn turned to look at hers. She smiled and nodded to him as she held her hand out to introduce herself to him.
-- Her trainer, Carl was his name, shook her hand in return and they talked over a few moments. He was telling her about her first opponent.
-- She gave a small nod and turned to look at the first person to step into the ring.
-- He was a young guy. Stood about six foot three. Black hair, dark piercing eyes. And as fit as anyone in the gym could be. He was dressed in a pair of boxing shorts, boxing shoes and sparring gloves. He motioned towards her.
-- Aerynn rolled her shoulders and moved to the center of the ring. As the bell rang, Aerynn’s music (Breaking Benjamin’s Blow Me Away) started.
>>> Three Hours Later <<<
-- The familiar sounds of a heavy bag being wailed on were heard. Someone had started up a camera and was now recording Aerynn as she trained. Hell, there were a few that had used their smartphones to record some of the sparring matches that Aerynn had previously.
-- Some even got up-close-and-personal video of Aerynn laying a couple of guys out with that flawless, and oh-so-graceful, Brogue Kick that she was infamous for. The Stall N’ Crawl.
-- But now? Now she was cooling herself down by just beating the fuck out of the heavy bag.
-- As she was dancing around the bag, landing punch after punch, Lia (who had shown up at some point) gave out a sharp whistle to let Aerynn know that it was time to call it a night.
-- Aerynn hit the bag a few more times before stopping. She moved over to thank the man who was holding the bag and shook his hand. After she removed her gloves, of course.
-- She motioned to Lia that she was going to shower and change and then they could go.
-- Twenty minutes later, Aerynn re-emerged from the locker room. Showered and redressed in her street clothes. She tossed her bag over to the bench that Lia was sitting on and went to thank everyone. While she was doing this, she posed for more than a handful of pictures.
-- As they were about done, Lia pulled out a video camera and hit “record”.
-- Aerynn turned around as the other fighters and trainers gathered together and sat back to listen to what she had to say.
“World Heavyweight Champion.
Now, I know tha’ tha fact tha’ I’m sayin’ it.. I know tha’ I won tha belt, jus’ pisses some off. Some e’en claim tha’ I dinna deserve tae be tha one tha’ carries tha belt.
I’m sure tha’ some e’en claim, ‘r believe, tha’ Pauly took a fall so tha’ I’d win.”
-- She leaned forward a bit. Looking right into the camera.
“I assure ye, I won tha belt fair an’ proper.
Now, it’s been said tha’ I dinna actually ‘beat’ Sentinel. Tha’ cause I dinna pin him, I dinna ‘beat’ him.
And as someone verra dear tae me once said.. A win is a win. Doesna matter how it was achieved.
But know this, Sentinel. I WILL pin ye. I WILL beat ye. One way ‘r ‘nother. I WILL get tha’ three count on ye.”
-- Aerynn stepped back and tilted her head. Remaining silent for a few moments. Looking as if she were thinking.
“Predictable.
Was my winnin’ tha belt… ‘predictable’?
Low class.
I’m sure tae someone like ye.. Born wit’ a silver spoon in his mouth.. Sure, I’m low class. I AM from South Boston. I did grow up havin’ tae fight fer me e’ery meal. While ye grew up on Lobster an’ Caviar. So, aye.. I’m low class.
An’ ye know whot, Broderick?
I’m fuckin’ PROUD tae be ‘low class’.”
-- And then she smirks. She spreads her arms out and all of the fighters and trainers.. Even Mickey himself.. step up and crowd around Aerynn.
“Slacker in life.
Tha only ‘slacker in life’ we see in UWA is ye, Broderick. Ye dinna know whot hard work is. Ye’ve ne’er done a day o’ real hard work in yer life. In fact, ye have someone else runnin’ yer business. Ye dinna do anythin’!
See, ye ferget tha’ I know more ‘bout ye than ye’ll e’er know ‘bout me.
Seems tha’ ye canna get past yer mommy issues. I mean, men like ye, yer a dime a dozen. Yer nothin’ more than a little boy cryin’ out in tha dark fer mommy’s attention.
Ye use an’ abuse women. An’ one o’ these days.. Tha’s gonna come back tae bite ye in tha ass.”
-- A dark sinister grin formed.
“Mayhap sooner than ye think.
So, ye think I need tae be taken down a peg ‘r two. An’ ye think yer tha one tha’s gonna do it?”
-- She snarked out a laugh.
“I welcome ye tae try, Brody.
Dinna e’er ferget…
Ye reap whot ye sow, boy.”
-- And as the men around her let out a cheer, the camera fades to black.
