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Post by Wade Mason on Jul 22, 2010 5:55:48 GMT -5
[Singles Match] Natalie Burrows Vs. AJ Adams
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Sunday July 25th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Monday July 26th at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: Last week, Burrows made her debut in the ring with a big win over Chris Maddox. She's made it clear, she's aiming for the TGW Title. AJ Adams dispatched of his masked attacker last week but found out that the attacks were driven by TGW's majority owner, Alli Taylor. What lies in store for Adams in the weeks ahead? Will Burrows continue her run against a former champion?
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Post by kris on Jul 25, 2010 18:00:06 GMT -5
Victory isn't something that goes to the head of the Southern Belle that stands on her front porch in the warmth of the Placid Valley sun, success not at all a factor when it comes to the clarity in which she looks at the business-- at her career, to be more precise. A clean win over Chris Maddox was a solid beginning to her career in TGW, but it was just that… the first step toward realizing her dream of becoming champion. The path before her would be a long and challenging one - one where she may very well see the self-proclaimed King again - but she embraced the idea of working hard whole-heartedly. Keeping one's hands dirty was the most effective way of keeping her mind clean that she had ever discovered, as her thriving garden in the back yard would attest… and if things continued to go South when it came to her relationship with her mother, she would likely wind up working her fingers right to the bone. An idea she did not care much for, however, was driving - and so she waits with all of the patience in the world, blue eyes trained upon the horizon to her left since that would be where the taxi would be arriving from. The Southern Belle is dressed for travel in a pair of khaki shorts that come to the knee and a coral-colored tank-top with subtle embellishment along the neckline, blond curls pulled back into a French braid that ensures it will stay well out of the way and leather sandals that are free of any metal upon her feet. The coral-colored suitcase she has always used sits at her feet, the proper tags neatly filled out and put in place. One of these days, she would be able to afford a limo-- well, even though she could technically afford it now, she just felt strange in the trappings of celebrity. Her home was the exception to that rule, granted, but that was on account of how she had literally restored it to its former glory herself. Rebuilding was never an easy thing, but nothing worth anything ever is… and it is that thought which guides her gaze to the camera, a nod of greeting given before she speaks, a smile upon her face and warmth in her tone as has quickly become the norm.
It's days like today, as I sit here in the sun waiting to go out on the road, that I truly realize how lucky I am. There are thousands of hopeful rookies that live and breathe for this business, pouring lifetimes of blood, sweat, and tears into a dream that never quite comes true for them no matter how much I may wish that it would. Everyone deserves a chance to walk through those curtains and feel the support, the love that those fans are willing to give… and if you ask me, anyone that does their darndest to drive those blessed people away from them are the biggest fools on the face of the earth. Most of the competitors that do that are driven by ego, an inflated sense of importance that makes them think that they don't need those fans since they can do it all and be it all without anyone to help them… well, I'd pay good money to see them try to do it without what the fans provide us. There'd be no lights, no ropes, no ring... no music or microphones or anything but a single person standing in the middle of an empty arena as they did their best to get attention - and that's assuming that they could afford to rent the space at all. Without the fans, we literally would not be able to do a blessed thing in this business - and that is something that I personally could never, ever forget. I'm no hall of famer or anything, but I know that a few dedicated people have followed my journey from day one… so I just want to take this moment to thank you. Every time I walk down that ramp and get in the ring, I do it for you.
The blond's smile warms as she blows a kiss at the camera, the gesture as sweet as she intended without being overly so. Such is the power of sincerity, of truth... two virtues that many in the industry of professional wrestling could do well to remember. That wasn't limited to just the other wrestlers, though; Natalie's expression saddens a bit as she turns her attention to her opponent.
Someone else that makes this all possible is a role that many in this business see fit to tear down in an attempt to make themselves feel larger, but they're just as vital as the fans. I speak, of course, of the opponent… and this week, mine is Mister Adams. I know that you've had a hard time of it as of late, getting attacked every time you turn around by a man that has yet to show his face. About all the more you know is the identity of the puppet master working the strings - and I do not envy you the ire of Miss Taylor, that much is for certain. However, you can rest easy when it comes to our match for one simple reason; nothing in the world riles me more than cheating, and if our boss thinks that I will willingly be party to such a thing… then she has another thing coming. Even if she too plays a vital role in this company, that does not grant her authority over my morals. Heck, there's not a person on the face of this Earth that could get me to sacrifice my self-respect and my dignity in the name of getting ahead since anything I gained from it would be hollow... but I digress.
A sheepish smile tugs at Natalie's lips.
You are a talented competitor, Mister Adams, a former champion that deserves to be recognized for your accomplishments instead of being defined by the cowardly actions of someone else. Now admittedly, I don't know very much about you beyond that fact since you are a rare quiet one in a sea of talkative people… actually, no, I stand corrected. I know that you are a technical wrestler, someone that has devoted hours and hours to one of the most difficult arts that anyone in this business can master. You're patient, and you know that success can only truly be reached by dedication - and you've enjoyed the results. And sure, you've made your mistakes and held your grudges the same as darn near anyone else on the planet… but beneath the frustration and the duress that you've been under as of late, I'm sure that the competitor that pinned Mister Only to the mat is just itching for a chance to get out. As I've said before, I know that I'm no hall of famer… but I know that I'm good enough to challenge you, to push you and help you forget all about those problems with Miss Taylor so that you can remind the world of just what great things you are capable of. I want to face you when you're at your best, at your peak because while I like to face a challenge...
The blond trails off as the sound of approaching wheels reach her ears, her time to address her opponent cut short by the arrival of her means to get to the airport. Come to think of it, it is rather unusual for a woman that has built herself back up to seemingly be skipping a step as simple as procuring her own set of wheels… but that is something to consider later. For now, she needs to finish her thought and bring this to a close. She manages it in one fell swoop.
…I absolutely love overcoming them.
Everything fades to black as the Southern Belle picks up her suitcase and descends the simple staircase, the blond doing as much of her own work as she possibly can. Being a taxi driver is taxing enough without her adding to the load, after all.
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