Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2021 21:07:47 GMT -8
A Dodge Intrepid pulls up in a parking lot, driven by newly-minted NFW Trauma wrestler Faye Brown, with Georgia Tech football fan Logan Bailey asleep in the passenger seat. The pause of forward momentum is enough to wake Logan up as Faye cuts the engine off with a deep breath.
Faye Brown: "This is it: the school where I initially learned to wrestle."
Logan looks to his right... then to Faye.
Logan Bailey: "This is a Planet Fitness."
Faye Brown: "No, not there, the place to its left."
Logan looks back towards the multi-purpose building, and sees a small building labelled as a wrestling school. It has a fairly dirty ring in it, with little room for anything else. The owner is a bit of a pack rat, too. Understandably, Logan is confused.
Logan Bailey: "Really?"
Faye Brown: "It's Cortland, New York, Logan. Surely you weren't expecting anything extravagant."
Logan Bailey: "I wasn't expecting anything in this part of the state."
Faye snorts a little as she opens her door and exits the vehicle.
Faye Brown: "Then I rest my case."
Logan also gets out of the car from his side. They shut their doors before walking up to this mystery wrestling school. Once inside, there's no one there to greet them, before Faye shouts...
Faye Brown: "AY, GATES!"
She's answered with a deep, but somehow still whiny-sounding...
Gates?: "WHAT?!"
Faye Brown: "IT'S FAYE."
Gates: "FUCK ARE YOU DOIN' SHOWIN' YO' FACE 'ROUND 'ERE?"
Faye Brown: "YOU KNOW WHY, YA GOD DAMN SCHEMBOYGAH!"
Logan Bailey: "Faye, what the fuck is happening?"
Faye looks to Logan, drastically toning down her still-very-much-Brooklyn accent so he can understand her.
Faye Brown: "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you... me and this guy kinda... hate each other."
Logan Bailey: "What's a... what did you call him, a shem-burger?"
Faye Brown: "Schem-boy-gah. It's Brooklyn slang. It means slob."
Logan Bailey: "Oh... so y'all actually..."
Faye Brown: "Yep."
And out comes Gates from what appears to be his bed in what would normally be an office space. Gates is an out-of-shape, middle-aged man who looks for all the world like his body will fall apart if it so much as touched the ring apron. He's scratching the back of his head as he approaches our couple in question. Gates must have just woken up.
Gates: "All right, ya fuckin' scootch, you an' ya little boy toy here wanna learn graps, yeh?"
Logan confusedly shrugs.
Logan Bailey: "...hi, I'm Logan?"
Faye puts her hand up, though in a more "let me deal with this" fashion as opposed to anything abrasive.
Faye Brown: "Yeh, dis 'eh's Logan, an' he's my shala-bubbala, really. Tuhday, he's just 'ere ta watch me finish my trainin'. You can tell he ain't from 'ere."
Gates: "I'm shocked you ain't skitch 'im... but yeh, we'll finish ya fuckin' trainin' er whatevuh. I shuld chahge ya double. Boy toy..."
Logan Bailey: "Logan."
Gates: "Boy toy."
Logan Bailey: "Yeah, OK."
Gates: "You can watch fr'm ringside, just don't touch anythin' but da wall."
Logan Bailey: "Don't you have a chair?"
Gates: "We don' do dat hea. Just clean, ol'-fashined graps."
Logan Bailey: "Fair enough. I'll be taking my place at the wall now."
Annoyed, Logan simply walks to his right, so he can see the action as he normally does from home. Faye and Gates are already in the ring, ready to lock up.
Gates: "A'ight, so ya remembah da basics, bitch?"
Faye Brown: "Know 'em like da back-a my hand, bahst-uhd."
Gates: "Show me, den!"
Faye backs into the ropes, getting a running start, before attempting a step-up enzugiri to Gates. Gates simply counters by grabbing Faye's leg from out of the air, slapping her down to her belly, and applying a half-crab.
Gates: "I taught you knew dese like da behck-a-yo-hand?"
Logan Bailey: "C'mon Faye, fight back."
Gates: "Shush it, boy toy!"
Logan sits back down, grumbling to himself. Faye reverses the half-crab into a pinning predicament.
Faye Brown: "Ay, Logan! Count!"
Logan Bailey: "One!"
Gates gets a shoulder up and rolls onto his rear-end, whereupon Faye greets him with a toe kick right to his mush. The sound that kick makes fills the entire room, and Gates goes down. Faye runs the ropes again, and Gates ducks down. Faye jumps up to avoid him, before she gets shoved halfway across the ring by Gates, who got up to his feet quicker than a hiccup. Faye's landing isn't particularly graceful, though she quickly gets up and the two start trading forearms, with Faye actually getting the advantage. Once she has Gates down to one knee, Faye runs to the ropes one more time and nails a shining wizard right to Gates's face. Gates almost falls to the ground, but Faye catches him by wrenching his arm behind his back. Faye falls back and, just like that, hits her Riot Maker DDT. She covers Gates again, prompting Logan to count.
Logan Bailey: "One! Two! Three! You'd get ten-million on that, babe! You're ready to me."
Faye Brown: "Ah ya still gon' chahge me double?"
Gates simply shakes his head no.
Gates: "Nah, ya earned stor' credit... yooze ready fir da big time."
Faye Brown: "Thought so. Ya still take debit?"
Gates: "Mhm. You know wheh. I agrees with ya boy toy, yooze ready..."
Faye exits the ring and gets out her debit card from Knoxville TVA Employees Credit Union, and inserts it into the card reader. Faye is only charged 45 dollars. Sure, Gates'll probably use it on shitty food as opposed to fixing up the place, but at least it's not going to drugs or anything. Gates isn't that shady.
Faye Brown: "C'mon, babe! We've got a long way to go before we get back to Knoxville!"
Logan Bailey: "Coming."
The couple exit the building, leaving Gates to lie in his filthy ring.
Gates: "Damn, I oughta clean dis place..."
Faye Brown: "This is it: the school where I initially learned to wrestle."
Logan looks to his right... then to Faye.
Logan Bailey: "This is a Planet Fitness."
Faye Brown: "No, not there, the place to its left."
Logan looks back towards the multi-purpose building, and sees a small building labelled as a wrestling school. It has a fairly dirty ring in it, with little room for anything else. The owner is a bit of a pack rat, too. Understandably, Logan is confused.
Logan Bailey: "Really?"
Faye Brown: "It's Cortland, New York, Logan. Surely you weren't expecting anything extravagant."
Logan Bailey: "I wasn't expecting anything in this part of the state."
Faye snorts a little as she opens her door and exits the vehicle.
Faye Brown: "Then I rest my case."
Logan also gets out of the car from his side. They shut their doors before walking up to this mystery wrestling school. Once inside, there's no one there to greet them, before Faye shouts...
Faye Brown: "AY, GATES!"
She's answered with a deep, but somehow still whiny-sounding...
Gates?: "WHAT?!"
Faye Brown: "IT'S FAYE."
Gates: "FUCK ARE YOU DOIN' SHOWIN' YO' FACE 'ROUND 'ERE?"
Faye Brown: "YOU KNOW WHY, YA GOD DAMN SCHEMBOYGAH!"
Logan Bailey: "Faye, what the fuck is happening?"
Faye looks to Logan, drastically toning down her still-very-much-Brooklyn accent so he can understand her.
Faye Brown: "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you... me and this guy kinda... hate each other."
Logan Bailey: "What's a... what did you call him, a shem-burger?"
Faye Brown: "Schem-boy-gah. It's Brooklyn slang. It means slob."
Logan Bailey: "Oh... so y'all actually..."
Faye Brown: "Yep."
And out comes Gates from what appears to be his bed in what would normally be an office space. Gates is an out-of-shape, middle-aged man who looks for all the world like his body will fall apart if it so much as touched the ring apron. He's scratching the back of his head as he approaches our couple in question. Gates must have just woken up.
Gates: "All right, ya fuckin' scootch, you an' ya little boy toy here wanna learn graps, yeh?"
Logan confusedly shrugs.
Logan Bailey: "...hi, I'm Logan?"
Faye puts her hand up, though in a more "let me deal with this" fashion as opposed to anything abrasive.
Faye Brown: "Yeh, dis 'eh's Logan, an' he's my shala-bubbala, really. Tuhday, he's just 'ere ta watch me finish my trainin'. You can tell he ain't from 'ere."
Gates: "I'm shocked you ain't skitch 'im... but yeh, we'll finish ya fuckin' trainin' er whatevuh. I shuld chahge ya double. Boy toy..."
Logan Bailey: "Logan."
Gates: "Boy toy."
Logan Bailey: "Yeah, OK."
Gates: "You can watch fr'm ringside, just don't touch anythin' but da wall."
Logan Bailey: "Don't you have a chair?"
Gates: "We don' do dat hea. Just clean, ol'-fashined graps."
Logan Bailey: "Fair enough. I'll be taking my place at the wall now."
Annoyed, Logan simply walks to his right, so he can see the action as he normally does from home. Faye and Gates are already in the ring, ready to lock up.
Gates: "A'ight, so ya remembah da basics, bitch?"
Faye Brown: "Know 'em like da back-a my hand, bahst-uhd."
Gates: "Show me, den!"
Faye backs into the ropes, getting a running start, before attempting a step-up enzugiri to Gates. Gates simply counters by grabbing Faye's leg from out of the air, slapping her down to her belly, and applying a half-crab.
Gates: "I taught you knew dese like da behck-a-yo-hand?"
Logan Bailey: "C'mon Faye, fight back."
Gates: "Shush it, boy toy!"
Logan sits back down, grumbling to himself. Faye reverses the half-crab into a pinning predicament.
Faye Brown: "Ay, Logan! Count!"
Logan Bailey: "One!"
Gates gets a shoulder up and rolls onto his rear-end, whereupon Faye greets him with a toe kick right to his mush. The sound that kick makes fills the entire room, and Gates goes down. Faye runs the ropes again, and Gates ducks down. Faye jumps up to avoid him, before she gets shoved halfway across the ring by Gates, who got up to his feet quicker than a hiccup. Faye's landing isn't particularly graceful, though she quickly gets up and the two start trading forearms, with Faye actually getting the advantage. Once she has Gates down to one knee, Faye runs to the ropes one more time and nails a shining wizard right to Gates's face. Gates almost falls to the ground, but Faye catches him by wrenching his arm behind his back. Faye falls back and, just like that, hits her Riot Maker DDT. She covers Gates again, prompting Logan to count.
Logan Bailey: "One! Two! Three! You'd get ten-million on that, babe! You're ready to me."
Faye Brown: "Ah ya still gon' chahge me double?"
Gates simply shakes his head no.
Gates: "Nah, ya earned stor' credit... yooze ready fir da big time."
Faye Brown: "Thought so. Ya still take debit?"
Gates: "Mhm. You know wheh. I agrees with ya boy toy, yooze ready..."
Faye exits the ring and gets out her debit card from Knoxville TVA Employees Credit Union, and inserts it into the card reader. Faye is only charged 45 dollars. Sure, Gates'll probably use it on shitty food as opposed to fixing up the place, but at least it's not going to drugs or anything. Gates isn't that shady.
Faye Brown: "C'mon, babe! We've got a long way to go before we get back to Knoxville!"
Logan Bailey: "Coming."
The couple exit the building, leaving Gates to lie in his filthy ring.
Gates: "Damn, I oughta clean dis place..."
