Post by vip on Jun 6, 2022 12:30:22 GMT -5
*Cameras rolling*
“Don’t get me wrong.”
The voice of Wristlock Academy’s VIP, Victoria Irving-Point, is heard over the sounds of some high end resort. Her trip had been paid for, Courtesy of Wristlock Academy, so she was enjoying a few solitary moments before her return to the ring. Feet kicked up on the beach, some sort of purple mixed drink in her hand. It even had one of those fancy little umbrellas in it. Classy.
“I appreciate everything that the Academy Does. Truly. Trained me. Helped me get a foot in the door of this industry. I’ve met a lot of wonderful people. Amazing connections and all of that. But I can’t help but feel like as time goes on, I’m being forgotten about. All these new students breaking out into the business. All the great work STRONGHOLD is doing. Again. I’m here for all of it. But there was a point in time where I was supposed to be the next big thing. There was a time when I was getting all the support from Ⓣ. And he says it’s because I don’t need as much help as the others. Or that I’m strong enough to stand on my own two feet. But still. I can’t help but feel like I’m being isolated. And not just isolated from the school. From the business as a whole. It’s been months since I’ve gotten a phone call from any wrestling companies. I didn’t even make it out of my first year. Not due to injury though. Or life events. It’s like I just stopped existing. I tried so hard to emulate Ⓣ. And not literally, though a bunch of you would disagree. I tried to go hard from the get go. Come out guns blazing. Attitude on high. And for a minute things were working out. Then, the company I was in folded and from there, it was all downhill. I started spending more and more time at the Academy. Preparing myself for my next opportunity. But it never came.”
“I kept working. Hoping that things would start looking up. I waited. And waited some more. Finally, I figured that some things just weren’t meant to be. I started helping out with training around the Academy. Just doing my part you know? And then last week happened. I asked for a few vacation days, just to clear my mind and relax. So naturally, that’s when I get a call from Slash. Telling me she heard about something through the grapevines. A show going on not too far from my resort. I didn’t even need the details. I knew this was the opportunity I was waiting for. A chance to get myself off this little island I put myself on. A chance to show everyone that I have what it takes. A chance to prove to myself that I didn’t make a mistake in choosing this profession. Even if that means wrestling for any shady ass promotion that’ll have me.”
*Cameras cut*
“Don’t get me wrong.”
The voice of Wristlock Academy’s VIP, Victoria Irving-Point, is heard over the sounds of some high end resort. Her trip had been paid for, Courtesy of Wristlock Academy, so she was enjoying a few solitary moments before her return to the ring. Feet kicked up on the beach, some sort of purple mixed drink in her hand. It even had one of those fancy little umbrellas in it. Classy.
“I appreciate everything that the Academy Does. Truly. Trained me. Helped me get a foot in the door of this industry. I’ve met a lot of wonderful people. Amazing connections and all of that. But I can’t help but feel like as time goes on, I’m being forgotten about. All these new students breaking out into the business. All the great work STRONGHOLD is doing. Again. I’m here for all of it. But there was a point in time where I was supposed to be the next big thing. There was a time when I was getting all the support from Ⓣ. And he says it’s because I don’t need as much help as the others. Or that I’m strong enough to stand on my own two feet. But still. I can’t help but feel like I’m being isolated. And not just isolated from the school. From the business as a whole. It’s been months since I’ve gotten a phone call from any wrestling companies. I didn’t even make it out of my first year. Not due to injury though. Or life events. It’s like I just stopped existing. I tried so hard to emulate Ⓣ. And not literally, though a bunch of you would disagree. I tried to go hard from the get go. Come out guns blazing. Attitude on high. And for a minute things were working out. Then, the company I was in folded and from there, it was all downhill. I started spending more and more time at the Academy. Preparing myself for my next opportunity. But it never came.”
“I kept working. Hoping that things would start looking up. I waited. And waited some more. Finally, I figured that some things just weren’t meant to be. I started helping out with training around the Academy. Just doing my part you know? And then last week happened. I asked for a few vacation days, just to clear my mind and relax. So naturally, that’s when I get a call from Slash. Telling me she heard about something through the grapevines. A show going on not too far from my resort. I didn’t even need the details. I knew this was the opportunity I was waiting for. A chance to get myself off this little island I put myself on. A chance to show everyone that I have what it takes. A chance to prove to myself that I didn’t make a mistake in choosing this profession. Even if that means wrestling for any shady ass promotion that’ll have me.”
*Cameras cut*