The door of the old gym opened and in walked Helena Ring already dressed in a pair of tight blue workout shorts, matching top, and white tennis shoes. A gym bag was slung over one of her toned burden carriers, one that she quickly tossed off and to the side like it was nothing. Her face was set with determination so profound that those in attendance gave her notice as she confidently walked toward the gym's ring. "Helena! Finally! Welcome back" bellowed her long time coach and mentor, Fred Dixon, as he exited the ring and swarmed her with a big hug. Despite her impressive size and physique, the larger and older man dwarfed her with his 6'6" 260 pound frame. She gave him a big hug back. It was indeed good to see him. Fred had been her wrestling coach in college before he eventually moved out to Vegas and opened up Dixon's Gym several years ago.
Helena: Thanks, coach. I need to get some training and mentoring in.He laughed and gave her a pat on the back.
Fred: No better place than here. I heard you signed with a company based not far from here. Sin City Wrestling, eh?She gave him a nod and a smile.
Helena: Yes sir. Unfortunately my first match is kind of a complex one. It wasn't what I had hoped for, and it is something that leads me to believe my employer is up to no good. Fred cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.
Fred: Do tell. He sat with her as she began to do basic warm up stretches.
Helena: Well, it is a mixed tag match for starters. Everyone involved except one is brand new to SCW, and the one that isn't new to SCW is a veteran and pretty good in the ring, oh and he is also one of my opponents of course. Somehow I got stuck with a shit-knuckle jerk as a partner. His name is Desmond Knight. I can't stand him. They could have at least partnered me up with someone good looking, but nope. I am stuck with some smug douchebag with a shitty haircut. He's probably going to be a coward who expects me to do all the work so he can take all the glory.Fred rubbed the small patch of graying hair on the end of his chin. He thought for a moment and shrugged his shoulders.
Fred: Do you think you can kick Desmond's ass?Helena let out a yowl of laughter.
Helena: Oh God yes. All I'd have to do is flex my muscles and give him the classic ghost boo and he'd tuck tail like the dog that he is and run away like a scalded one.Fred joined the laughter.
Fred: What about the other two, your opponents? Do you think you can take them both?Helena: Absolutely. At the same time too.Fred: There's your answer then. That's how you fix the problem. When the bell rings you'll be starting the match due to Desmond's girlish sensibilities to getting hurt, so just turn to him real quick and grab him, then hurl him into the ring and treat him to a good ole beat down. That shouldn't take long, right? Then toss him out of the ring and proceed to do the same to the other two. Match will be over in a matter of a few minutes. Easy night.One of Helena's eyebrows went skyward as the proverbial light bulb sprung to life over her head.
Helena: Not a bad idea at all, coach.He cast a proud look back at her, clearly happy with himself.
Fred: Tell me of your opponents. Strengths? Weaknesses? Anything, you know?Helena stopped warming up and rubbed her hands together. Her powerful arms flexed and bulged with her motions as she bit her bottom lip with some angst at the thought of her foes.
Helena: Well the only threat from them is the King of Cock and Knees, Ben Jordan. Speaks sloppy. He's from East London, which supposedly means a good thing somehow, and is a former ACW champion and Super J Cup winner. He is a good technical wrestler living off of past glories, like so many others do. He is a little bit stronger than me but not as quick, nothing I can't handle. She paused and a conflicted expression came over her face. There was some frustration surfacing at the thought of Ben's tag partner.
Helena: Then there is Lyah Lindberg. I want to like her. I feel bad for what happened to her at the hands of Mark Ward. But you know, Fred, uggghhh have you ever seen a face that you just wanted to punch repeatedly and make it disappear?He rocked his head back and chuckled, giving her a thumbs up.
Helena: Well, I found that face in hers. She doesn't have an ugly face. She doesn't have a pretty face. She just has a punch worthy face and I have no idea why I feel this way. I have done my research on her, and maybe the reason I don't like her is because the only thing more fake than her personality is her bewbs? I don't know. She just seems like a typical blonde pop tart. A mindless bubble gum popping drone. What kind of idiot gets forced into a contract signing and doesn't bother getting it easily annulled through legal action? She pretty much shrugged her shoulders like a submissive little tart and accepted her plight. Who does she think she is, Europe during the Muslim refugee crisis or something? Just accepting her own destruction? I don't get it. Heck, Fred, most women would have dumped a loser like Drake the moment he went suicidal and took on three men at once, especially when any of those three could beat the brakes off him one on one probably. But did she? Nope. Just mindlessly played into a scheme that any person with a lick of sense would have seen coming a mile away, all in the name of this fallacy known as "love".Helena moved to the weights and easily heaved two 130 pound barbells into the air above her head. Ironically, 130 pounds is the same as Lyah weighs. Fred moved with her and sat on the bench beside her. He said nothing. It was good for her to get all this anger to surface, to get worked up, because that always makes a person train harder.
Helena: You know what makes me even more gobsmacked than all that, coach? Lyah actually thinks she has a shot. She really believes she has an advantage against me. She is probably thinking in her head "oh hehehe I am faster than her so, like, I totes can be like speedy and stuff and win hehehe". Does she not know she has a huge handicap and target on her knee? Like I said, I've done my research. I am not a stupid meat head, coach. I know about her bum knee and don't think for a second I am not going to go after it, just like you've trained me to do. Even if she didn't have a bad wheel, she still has a load to worry about when it comes to me. I'm stronger than her. I'm tougher than her. I'm clearly smarter than her. I've been in more matches than her. I have more experience than her. I've fought women AND men bigger, faster, smarter, and tougher than her and defeated them. I know how to negate an opponent's speed by cutting off the ring and leaving them no egress route. Hell, I learned that stuff back when I was wrestling in college. For Pete sake, I bet my rectum has a tougher time rassling a turd from it than I will competing in the ring against Lyah. Fred gave Helena a strange look at her last remark. It was an unexpected comparison and it gave him a small chuckle, but that was it. Helena roared and hurled down the barbells, then placed them back where she had found them. He motioned for her to follow him and led her over to the heavy bags. Fred slipped behind one of the bags and held it there, bracing his body against it as Helena got into a fighting stance.
Fred: Well, tell me how you really feel, Helena. Haha.She smiled and fired a powerful punch that rocked the bag back and Fred nearly off balance.
Helena: Oh, I am just getting started on her. Did you know that she bounced around to four different foster homes when she was a kid? That's right. FOUR! I bet you anything the reason why that happened is because she was a conniving little ungrateful brat-tastic bitch. I can just see her causing drama, stealing stuff, having inappropriate sexual relations with her foster siblings, and the whole nine yards growing up, causing her to keep getting booted from home after home. I bet she didn't leave voluntarily either. I can almost guarantee she was forced out of her last home at 18. I wonder if Drake even knows about that, or did she give him enough reason not to question her past when she bed him down that first time? What a sucker. What a pair of suckers. I wish that prick Mark Ward would have put Drake and Lyah in there against me instead, that way I could beat some sense into the both of them at once. They're not evil people or anything, coach. Just ones I don't like. The only thing that actually makes sense about Lyah is her entrance song, because right there in Buenos Aires, Argentina, she will be "going under".... yep going under the ring when I Chokeslam her coat hanger frail frame through it. She did a blistering fast combination of punches and kicks at the bag and almost loosed it from its chain of holding. Then she unloaded her Wonder Woman punch that knocked it off its chain and sent her coach sprawling to the ground. She quickly helped him up and brushed him off. After a few quick laughs he gathered his bearings.
Fred: Sounds like they are just stupid people, and I can relate to you because I don't like stupid people either. Anyway, come with me. Time to do your old favorite. Mountain training.Helena's mouth grew agape. His statement would require an actual mountain. Perplexed, she followed suit and entered into a large room that had a series of boulders that had been brought in by Fred some time ago. She marveled the set up and quickly made her way to the biggest boulder. It was about 5 feet tall and 6 feet around. It took her many tries from a plethora of different angles to finally get the damned thing lifted onto her muscular burden carriers, then the Modern Day Wonder Woman held it aloft her head. While she commenced this, her coach snagged a thick bamboo stick from the corner and began whacking away at her abdomen with hard shots.
Fred: Don't drop it. You know what happens when you drop it.The warrior woman growled defiantly and refused to drop the boulder as Fred blasted away at her tight and toned tummy. Helena endured this until the allotted time passed. The buzzer went off and he stopped whacking her. Helen let out a guttural roar, tossed the boulder away from her, and did a power pose complimented by a primal howl. The pair gave each other approving nods and hugged, then headed out to do some more training.
