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It turned out to be a long day, my whole world seems to be going in a turbulent whirlwind since last Sunday, I finally had the courage to go to SCW officials about a try out and I’ve been granted it this week. Danica Jones arrives in Sin City Wrestling. After a long run I decided to head back to my parents’ home in the Hamptons, they don’t know that I’m venturing into the professional wrestling world, they know I’m still doing my studies but to live the dream there must be sacrifices. I step into the house, pulling my earphones out and placing my keys into the bowl near the door, all I hear is the sound of my father complaining as usual in his office. Cautiously I walk past the open door to his office, entering the kitchen to see my mother sitting at the counter drinking a cup of coffee; I sigh as I walk past her and open the fridge.
[ Mother ]
Have you done your homework?
[ Danica ]
It’s not homework, mom, I’m not in high school!
[ Mother ]
Alright, coursework! Have you done it?
[ Danica ]
I have done it all, just got some studying to do, but I’m on top of everything!
I pull out a carton of orange juice, grabbing a glass out of the top cupboard before pouring the orange liquid into it, I take a long sip of the sharp tasting juice before turning to face my mother.
[ Danica ]
Have you heard much from Angelina?
Could of called her by her wrestling name, Angel Kash, but the last time I did that they talked to me for hours about not following her.
[ Mother ]
I spoke to your Auntie Nicole and she told me about her travels to Las Vegas
I held my breath just in case Angel told Auntie Nicole about my venture into the business.
[ Mother ]
‘Sin City Wrestling’ honestly whatever next, from being a Femme fatale to being called a Beauty, now she’s being called a ‘bombshell’! I remember her when she was younger and we looked after her, having her fits because she couldn’t get what she wanted. I said to your father that you’d not be like her and thank the lord you haven’t turned out like Angelina!
Our family is very wealthy, Angel always got what she desired even from a young age, I always wanted to be like her but I never got the chance too. When she became a professional wrestler the family supported her, we went to a few shows which grew my interest into venturing into the sport too, and my mother wasn’t a great lover of the career choice having pushed my studies hard. But I had been bitten by the wrestling bug. I went to wrestling classes in the evening saying I was around a friends to my parents, it had been a long process but finally I had my training and now ready to show the world that the Jones’ are true wrestling dynasty.
[ Mother ]
You get the degree and you’ll get yourself a proper job and finding a proper man to settle down with, just like me, Angelina has made her own bed to lie in with her ‘trillion dollar’ sideshow, you will be my trillion dollar princess when you climb the ladder of success!
I groaned as I place the carton of juice back into the fridge. I really couldn’t stand any more of her baffling on about a career that will never happen with me, Sunday Night I’ll be stepping into the ring and competing not just for the first time but against my own cousin. The cousin I have idolised for the majority of my life. Walking past my mom as she continues to fantasise, my father standing by his desk as he continues to rant on the phone, I make my way up the stairs and enter my room. The maid had made her bed and cleaned thoroughly as usual, I take my sweaty hoodie off and chuck it to the floor as I walk over to my wardrobe and pull out any top that my hands could get a hold off, sliding it on I then walk over to my desk to see my research had been placed in small piles as the smell of polish lingers in the air. I sit down and begin to flick through, trying to find the reference and further reading sheets to study on, but the thought of Sunday continues to run through my mind so much that I let the papers go and pull the lid of my laptop open. Typing into a search engine the name ‘Angel Kash’ I watch some videos of my famous cousin, reading some articles by fans and haters, I cannot help but smile seeing the cocky bitch strut her stuff in the middle of the ring. One day I’ll hopefully be like that, one day. I sign into my blog page and begin to type away.
I will not be living in the shadows of my dreams anymore, I took a DVD and my references from my wrestling teacher to officials at Sin City Wrestling, I had not expected to be seen or get acknowledged the way that I did. For that I thank them. They have given me the chance to wrestle this Sunday at the first ever Climax Control of 2013! My chance to perhaps live the dream that I keep living in my head!
The whole reason that I am stepping foot into this business is because of my cousin, Angel, she is elegant in her looks and gracious in the ring. I hope to one day be as good as her but that will take time. I’m not expected to be an instant hit as majority of the bombshells have been wrestling for years, their talent is amazing, some of the best female wrestling in the world in my eyes. I have a lot to do in order to compete with the likes of them. My only thought is to do enough to gain a contract and maybe get the respect of my cousin.
I highly doubt it.
Anyone who knows Angel Kash knows that she’s god’s gift to mankind, her beauty excels all before and all after her, she isn’t known as the Trillion Dollar Bitch for nothing. I have a lot to live up to in order to even be considered a true Kash. One of the reasons I am not sporting her name is that I don’t think she’d want me disgracing her reputation. A former woman’s, television and tag champion. She fought for those titles and won them through her hard work. I’m new and don’t want to just join the bandwagon without competing in a professional contest. This coming Sunday I hope to change that philosophy.
It isn’t just Angel I have to worry about, it’s Faith, someone else who is looking to showcase what she can do to management as well as the other bombshells. Two unknown women, against a well-travelled Angel Kash, how exciting!
I do not know much about Faith (the bombshell not the word) so I’ll be looking forward to competing against you this coming Sunday. Angel will be expected to walk this by beating some unknown and her own cousin, perhaps some old deep down resentment against me, who knows but do not think I am underestimating you by talking about my cousin more than yourself. I share blood with this women and I’d like to make her a believer in me. I hope you understand.
The Winner of the Match.. DANICA JONES!
It looks so good on paper, but that is all it is, in order for that to be reality I have to beat Faith and Angel. To be booked by the SCW again, and maybe travel in the other regions of the NWA, I have to show my hunger and desire as a competitor too. I may not win with the wrestle talent in the ring, but being defeatist won’t do me any favours, I am going to put everything I have learnt to the test at Climax Control. Win, Loss, Draw. Danica Jones has taken her first step in a career that might be fruitful, or could fade and die in an instant, in either case it would of all started in Sin City.
No relation to Nick Jones.
I have been messaged on facebook about the possibility being related or married to the former heavyweight champion, Nick Jones, I have never met the two time champion either backstage or in my bed.
I’m going to sign out now, much love to my fellow bloggers and peeps on facebook, wish me luck for this Sunday!!!
D.
xoxoxoxox
I press preview, re-reading what I had just typed, wasn’t my greatest blog but I need to express my views somehow. Saving it and watching it appear on top of my countless blogs about my life and cousin, it might look like I’m her number one fan but she is family and that bond cannot be cut, in my eyes anyways. I shut the lid down and gaze out of my window. Dreaming of stepping in the ring in front of a crowd had always been my ambition and it’s not too long until it actually happens. My heart skips a beat in anticipation, my hands begin to sweat, I’m smiling like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland in excitement. I get off my chair and begin to dance around in happiness.
I am going to be a professional wrestler!
Sunday Night it begins!
After a little while I just slump down on my bed and begin to laugh, I’m not sure why I am laughing like a little school girl, but nothing could stop this feeling as I gaze up at the white ceiling. My mom opens the door to see what the thudding and laughing was about, I couldn’t respond or acknowledge her, I must of looked like I was on drugs as she takes her leave. I continue to laugh as my eyes get heavy, from the run and excitement of Climax Control, they continue to flicker before I let out a massive yawn and finally crash.
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