Post by Tegan Taylor on Mar 24, 2018 10:44:06 GMT -5
(#OOC This was my RP for PHW this week. Has some backstory)
What the hell am I doing?
I stared at myself in the full size mirror, dressed to compete, only hours until the start of my first PHW event. An event where I was going to be stepping into the ring for the first time in two years. An event where I was going to be trying to toss people I barely knew out of a ring to win a championship in a company nobody has barely even heard of. Was I ready for it? Could I really win it? If you asked me a few years ago if I was ready for an event like this I would of given you a thumbs up and a perky smile but now things have changed, I have changed.
I suffered an injury that took me out of action longer than expected. Then I thought about retiring, I tried wrestling here and there but nothing stuck. This might be my last real chance to make a name for myself, for my big comeback and I couldn’t blow it. I needed to win this championship. I needed to survive this battle royal and somehow prove that Tegan Taylor is someone who will take the new promotion, PHW, into new heights. Someone who they can help build the brand out of.
Or I was going to end up getting in the ring and thrown down on my ass. I will be humiliated and lost if that happens. Heck, even if I don’t win it I need to make a name for myself. I need to last and I need to eliminate everyone and anyone I can get my hands on. I was smaller but I was feisty, fast and determined. But lots of people will be bigger, stronger and with less ring rust. I might be screwed so I ask myself once more…
What the hell am I doing?
A month ago I decided to begin this journey. I was on Twitter, being a goof, when I saw a match from some random promotion on some random channel. It seemed like there were a million companies anymore airing all the time.
You miss it, don’t you?
The voice of my dad startled me out of my trance. I looked down suddenly and realized the grilled cheese I was cooking was about to burn and I quickly flipped it over. I shrugged at him before looking down at my phone and all the wrestlers I once knew chatting back and forth or starting stupid Twitter wars.
You do. I know that look.
I do but I don’t at the same time. I get to stay home with you and make sure you are taking care of yourself if I don’t wrestle. If I end up back in the ring I could end up who knows where doing who knows what. I’m fine…
Bullshit.
He walked over, looking down at my phone as I was watching some gif from a match. It was a sweet moonsault, one I used to be able to do without a second thought. He put his hand on my arm before turning me around. I had been out of action and bartending lately because his health hadn’t been the best and I wanted to watch him. I was all he had for family and he was all I had. My mom left us long ago and wasn’t even something that ever crossed my mind really. He was my family and if I had to keep him healthy but bugging him I would.
I know you worry about me but I will be fine. I can’t stand you not following your dreams.
They were my dreams but it was so long ago… I don’t know if I still even have it in me. I mean I want to but I don’t at the same time.
Why don’t you give it a try?
Because I don’t know where I would end up working or anything. It’s too unpredictable and I could get injured again or something… It’s complicated.
You are making it complicated. You got hurt once. You were fantastic. You were a champion in multiple companies. I loved watching you. I want to see it again. You always had the biggest smile on your face before a match and even after. Heck, if you lost a match you still were able to light up the arena with a smile.
I blushed a bit, rolling my eyes. Of course the thought of returning to the ring was great but it was also terrifying. Could I do it? Did he really want me to do it?
You are just trying to get rid of me, aren’t you?
No. I just see you always watching something. Just give it a try for me.
He seemed like he really wanted me to go back. He always did though, he felt guilty that I was staying with him and not out living my dream. He had been doing better recently too. Almost two years ago he was diagnosed with cancer, he fought hard but I couldn’t stand leaving him alone, so I stayed but now it seemed like it was gone for now. Maybe I could give it a try?
Maybe…
No maybes. Just do it. I want to see you kick people and fly in the air. You’ve done so much for me that I want you to do something for you, Tegz.
From there everything became a blur. I threw out some feelers to see who was interested in my return. I reconnected with some old friends and started to train. Then PHW signed me followed quickly by SAP Wrestling. One was brand new, looking to make a name for itself, which I liked. It was fresh and would allow me to try to become the face of the company. It would allow me to grow as they grew. It seemed like a fun idea. Then SAP just had a killer roster and a great reputation, I couldn’t pass it up. It would be a place to truly test myself. Not to say PHW wouldn’t be but it was more unknown. I could watch SAP and see what they had to offer.
I moved to New York with my new friend Amaya, the trainer for PHW, and began to work my ass off day in and day out to prepare for my return to the ring. PHW was my first show back and it was a battle royal, probably the worst possible match to come back to. It wasn’t a way to showcase my skills. It was a crazy melee of insanity. Something where I could lost in the shuffle if I didn’t go above and beyond. Of course after training and all that I had to get back to the other side of wrestling…. The promo. I had to talk about the match, my opponents and all that. Instead of doing it at the arena though I figured I would do it somewhere sunny and bright. The weather didn’t agree with that though so instead of sitting in a sunny park, I ended up in a gloomy gazebo with rain pouring down behind me for my first PHW promo. Was that a bad omen? It sure felt like it.
PHW! It kind of sounds like the noise a laser makes in a movie when you say it differently. Phew! Phew!
I shot at the camera with my finger making laser noises for a second with a grin. This was a weird way to start but remember I was really out of practice and trash talk was never a skill of mine to begin with.
Phew! Phew! Wrestling is the new name and it is a brand new company. Somewhere fresh, original and exciting. Everyone is always curious to check out the first show of a new company. They know it will either be the start of something special or the first shot fired at a already sinking ship. I’m hoping PHW is something special though. The amount of talent they have acquired in a short time is ridiculous! I mean it is a huge roster full of talents I’ve heard of before and who I never expected to jump on a new company so quickly.
Hell, my fake Twitter dad, Wally Lee joined up right after me even. That is a weird sentence when I say it aloud but it is exciting for me still. I’m straight up giddy for this event. I want to get in that ring and shake hands and hug everyone before the bell. I’m sure that won’t fly but I just hope everyone else realizes this is the start of something special like I know it is. Instead of hugs I will get mean mugs and dirty looks but that is wrestling. You can either try to enjoy it or be miserable and self centered. I don’t mind how people act. It is up to them to be a turd or not. I choose to smile, enjoy myself and kick as much ass as possible while doing it.
Now I’m sure some people have seen me before. There are a few Tegan Taylor fans out there in the universe and they know what I’m capable of doing. They know that I do not get in the ring without a fire burning inside me. I like to bring everything I have to each match. I put my heart and soul into each move and when I don’t win sometimes I get upset but I try to learn from it and move on. PHW though is not an event I can learn from. This is an event I need to win. This is my big return and I need something great to happen. I’ve had lots of bad stuff happen in my life the last few years and it is time for me to reverse my karma and for all that bad to turn to good. I want to show PHW and the world that I haven’t lost a step and that I’m ready to take on the world once again. I’m going to make PHW Tegan-Tacular!
I could sit here and pick random people to insult or make fun of but I don’t need to do that. This match doesn’t need to be negative for any reason. It is a match about the future of a little baby promotion. It is a match to see who the first locker room leader in PHW is going to be. The first person to ever hold a PHW championship. That is a big historic moment and everyone gets to be involved in that. Sadly only one person gets to be that special person and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure it is me, but it is still pretty magical if you ask me.
I glanced down for a second, wondering if I could actually pull it off or not. This was when my doubts started and I started to realize how important winning really was for me. I knew everyone else was under pressure too but for a lot of them it was just another match. It wasn’t a big return, a test to see if they belonged in the ring still or not. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders for some reason going into a goofy battle royal.
PHW is giving me a second chance and I’m not going to let them down. I know I’m not big and scary and I obviously won’t be powerbombing people out of the ring or gorilla pressing people into the audience. Some think that is a disadvantage for me but power isn’t that important in a battle royal in my opinion. Speed and ring IQ are more important. I am fast and I kick hard. I will navigate that ring the best I can to avoid the right people and pick my spots to get as many eliminations as fast as I can.
Ideally I would of loved my big return to the ring to be a singles match. A real showcase of my ability against a great opponent but instead I am thrown into insanity. Make the most with what you have though, right? This is my match and my moment to shine. It will be a Tegan-Tastic good time too, guys. I wanna win, I need to win but I’m not going to get overly serious and do things that are against who I am. I am going in that ring to kick people, throw them out of the ring and win a belt. Nothing more and nothing less. I am not looking to make enemies and if I make an alliance for a bit maybe I can make new friends, who knows?
So if you like me or if you hate me, tune into PHW and see what happens. I promise it will be a crazy affair with lots of talented people. I’m not going to promise that I will win, that always seems foolish, but I will promise I will give it everything I have each second I’m inside that ring and if that is good enough I will walk out as the first ever winner in PHW and as SilverCrown champion too. I look pretty cute with a belt around my wais too by the way so hopefully you get to see that.
To my opponents, good luck and bring your best. I want to be tested. I want to sweat. I want to be pushed to new limits and I want to see if I’ve lost a step or if I’m better than ever. I feel great though and like I’m in the best shape of my life so I won’t be a push over in any way at all. I will put up a fight against even the biggest, meanest of opponents. I promise that. PHW Blackout, episode 1, will be a night to remember, everyone. You don’t wanna miss it and you don’t wanna miss me either.
That was all I had to say. It felt weird but I didn’t feel like I blew it either. I didn’t want to be some loud mouth trash talking idiot who couldn’t back herself up or just threaten people to sound scary. I was myself and that was all I could really be. I stood up and stared out at the rain for a second before grabbing my jacket and heading off…
And ended up eventually at the arena, ready to go out there and face the world. What the hell was I doing? I was in over my head but I was going to drown if I couldn’t swim. It was a risk I was willing to take. Time was going away quickly and before I knew it I was going to end in the ring, face to face with a bunch of strangers and putting it all out there for the world. Hopefully I wouldn’t make an ass out of myself. There was only one way I was going to find out.
I spun around away from the mirror, letting out a long breath. I couldn’t second guess myself. I was going out there to win and nothing else. This was my night, this was my match and I was going to be SilverCrown Champion.
What the hell am I doing?
I stared at myself in the full size mirror, dressed to compete, only hours until the start of my first PHW event. An event where I was going to be stepping into the ring for the first time in two years. An event where I was going to be trying to toss people I barely knew out of a ring to win a championship in a company nobody has barely even heard of. Was I ready for it? Could I really win it? If you asked me a few years ago if I was ready for an event like this I would of given you a thumbs up and a perky smile but now things have changed, I have changed.
I suffered an injury that took me out of action longer than expected. Then I thought about retiring, I tried wrestling here and there but nothing stuck. This might be my last real chance to make a name for myself, for my big comeback and I couldn’t blow it. I needed to win this championship. I needed to survive this battle royal and somehow prove that Tegan Taylor is someone who will take the new promotion, PHW, into new heights. Someone who they can help build the brand out of.
Or I was going to end up getting in the ring and thrown down on my ass. I will be humiliated and lost if that happens. Heck, even if I don’t win it I need to make a name for myself. I need to last and I need to eliminate everyone and anyone I can get my hands on. I was smaller but I was feisty, fast and determined. But lots of people will be bigger, stronger and with less ring rust. I might be screwed so I ask myself once more…
What the hell am I doing?
A month ago I decided to begin this journey. I was on Twitter, being a goof, when I saw a match from some random promotion on some random channel. It seemed like there were a million companies anymore airing all the time.
You miss it, don’t you?
The voice of my dad startled me out of my trance. I looked down suddenly and realized the grilled cheese I was cooking was about to burn and I quickly flipped it over. I shrugged at him before looking down at my phone and all the wrestlers I once knew chatting back and forth or starting stupid Twitter wars.
You do. I know that look.
I do but I don’t at the same time. I get to stay home with you and make sure you are taking care of yourself if I don’t wrestle. If I end up back in the ring I could end up who knows where doing who knows what. I’m fine…
Bullshit.
He walked over, looking down at my phone as I was watching some gif from a match. It was a sweet moonsault, one I used to be able to do without a second thought. He put his hand on my arm before turning me around. I had been out of action and bartending lately because his health hadn’t been the best and I wanted to watch him. I was all he had for family and he was all I had. My mom left us long ago and wasn’t even something that ever crossed my mind really. He was my family and if I had to keep him healthy but bugging him I would.
I know you worry about me but I will be fine. I can’t stand you not following your dreams.
They were my dreams but it was so long ago… I don’t know if I still even have it in me. I mean I want to but I don’t at the same time.
Why don’t you give it a try?
Because I don’t know where I would end up working or anything. It’s too unpredictable and I could get injured again or something… It’s complicated.
You are making it complicated. You got hurt once. You were fantastic. You were a champion in multiple companies. I loved watching you. I want to see it again. You always had the biggest smile on your face before a match and even after. Heck, if you lost a match you still were able to light up the arena with a smile.
I blushed a bit, rolling my eyes. Of course the thought of returning to the ring was great but it was also terrifying. Could I do it? Did he really want me to do it?
You are just trying to get rid of me, aren’t you?
No. I just see you always watching something. Just give it a try for me.
He seemed like he really wanted me to go back. He always did though, he felt guilty that I was staying with him and not out living my dream. He had been doing better recently too. Almost two years ago he was diagnosed with cancer, he fought hard but I couldn’t stand leaving him alone, so I stayed but now it seemed like it was gone for now. Maybe I could give it a try?
Maybe…
No maybes. Just do it. I want to see you kick people and fly in the air. You’ve done so much for me that I want you to do something for you, Tegz.
From there everything became a blur. I threw out some feelers to see who was interested in my return. I reconnected with some old friends and started to train. Then PHW signed me followed quickly by SAP Wrestling. One was brand new, looking to make a name for itself, which I liked. It was fresh and would allow me to try to become the face of the company. It would allow me to grow as they grew. It seemed like a fun idea. Then SAP just had a killer roster and a great reputation, I couldn’t pass it up. It would be a place to truly test myself. Not to say PHW wouldn’t be but it was more unknown. I could watch SAP and see what they had to offer.
I moved to New York with my new friend Amaya, the trainer for PHW, and began to work my ass off day in and day out to prepare for my return to the ring. PHW was my first show back and it was a battle royal, probably the worst possible match to come back to. It wasn’t a way to showcase my skills. It was a crazy melee of insanity. Something where I could lost in the shuffle if I didn’t go above and beyond. Of course after training and all that I had to get back to the other side of wrestling…. The promo. I had to talk about the match, my opponents and all that. Instead of doing it at the arena though I figured I would do it somewhere sunny and bright. The weather didn’t agree with that though so instead of sitting in a sunny park, I ended up in a gloomy gazebo with rain pouring down behind me for my first PHW promo. Was that a bad omen? It sure felt like it.
PHW! It kind of sounds like the noise a laser makes in a movie when you say it differently. Phew! Phew!
I shot at the camera with my finger making laser noises for a second with a grin. This was a weird way to start but remember I was really out of practice and trash talk was never a skill of mine to begin with.
Phew! Phew! Wrestling is the new name and it is a brand new company. Somewhere fresh, original and exciting. Everyone is always curious to check out the first show of a new company. They know it will either be the start of something special or the first shot fired at a already sinking ship. I’m hoping PHW is something special though. The amount of talent they have acquired in a short time is ridiculous! I mean it is a huge roster full of talents I’ve heard of before and who I never expected to jump on a new company so quickly.
Hell, my fake Twitter dad, Wally Lee joined up right after me even. That is a weird sentence when I say it aloud but it is exciting for me still. I’m straight up giddy for this event. I want to get in that ring and shake hands and hug everyone before the bell. I’m sure that won’t fly but I just hope everyone else realizes this is the start of something special like I know it is. Instead of hugs I will get mean mugs and dirty looks but that is wrestling. You can either try to enjoy it or be miserable and self centered. I don’t mind how people act. It is up to them to be a turd or not. I choose to smile, enjoy myself and kick as much ass as possible while doing it.
Now I’m sure some people have seen me before. There are a few Tegan Taylor fans out there in the universe and they know what I’m capable of doing. They know that I do not get in the ring without a fire burning inside me. I like to bring everything I have to each match. I put my heart and soul into each move and when I don’t win sometimes I get upset but I try to learn from it and move on. PHW though is not an event I can learn from. This is an event I need to win. This is my big return and I need something great to happen. I’ve had lots of bad stuff happen in my life the last few years and it is time for me to reverse my karma and for all that bad to turn to good. I want to show PHW and the world that I haven’t lost a step and that I’m ready to take on the world once again. I’m going to make PHW Tegan-Tacular!
I could sit here and pick random people to insult or make fun of but I don’t need to do that. This match doesn’t need to be negative for any reason. It is a match about the future of a little baby promotion. It is a match to see who the first locker room leader in PHW is going to be. The first person to ever hold a PHW championship. That is a big historic moment and everyone gets to be involved in that. Sadly only one person gets to be that special person and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure it is me, but it is still pretty magical if you ask me.
I glanced down for a second, wondering if I could actually pull it off or not. This was when my doubts started and I started to realize how important winning really was for me. I knew everyone else was under pressure too but for a lot of them it was just another match. It wasn’t a big return, a test to see if they belonged in the ring still or not. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders for some reason going into a goofy battle royal.
PHW is giving me a second chance and I’m not going to let them down. I know I’m not big and scary and I obviously won’t be powerbombing people out of the ring or gorilla pressing people into the audience. Some think that is a disadvantage for me but power isn’t that important in a battle royal in my opinion. Speed and ring IQ are more important. I am fast and I kick hard. I will navigate that ring the best I can to avoid the right people and pick my spots to get as many eliminations as fast as I can.
Ideally I would of loved my big return to the ring to be a singles match. A real showcase of my ability against a great opponent but instead I am thrown into insanity. Make the most with what you have though, right? This is my match and my moment to shine. It will be a Tegan-Tastic good time too, guys. I wanna win, I need to win but I’m not going to get overly serious and do things that are against who I am. I am going in that ring to kick people, throw them out of the ring and win a belt. Nothing more and nothing less. I am not looking to make enemies and if I make an alliance for a bit maybe I can make new friends, who knows?
So if you like me or if you hate me, tune into PHW and see what happens. I promise it will be a crazy affair with lots of talented people. I’m not going to promise that I will win, that always seems foolish, but I will promise I will give it everything I have each second I’m inside that ring and if that is good enough I will walk out as the first ever winner in PHW and as SilverCrown champion too. I look pretty cute with a belt around my wais too by the way so hopefully you get to see that.
To my opponents, good luck and bring your best. I want to be tested. I want to sweat. I want to be pushed to new limits and I want to see if I’ve lost a step or if I’m better than ever. I feel great though and like I’m in the best shape of my life so I won’t be a push over in any way at all. I will put up a fight against even the biggest, meanest of opponents. I promise that. PHW Blackout, episode 1, will be a night to remember, everyone. You don’t wanna miss it and you don’t wanna miss me either.
That was all I had to say. It felt weird but I didn’t feel like I blew it either. I didn’t want to be some loud mouth trash talking idiot who couldn’t back herself up or just threaten people to sound scary. I was myself and that was all I could really be. I stood up and stared out at the rain for a second before grabbing my jacket and heading off…
And ended up eventually at the arena, ready to go out there and face the world. What the hell was I doing? I was in over my head but I was going to drown if I couldn’t swim. It was a risk I was willing to take. Time was going away quickly and before I knew it I was going to end in the ring, face to face with a bunch of strangers and putting it all out there for the world. Hopefully I wouldn’t make an ass out of myself. There was only one way I was going to find out.
I spun around away from the mirror, letting out a long breath. I couldn’t second guess myself. I was going out there to win and nothing else. This was my night, this was my match and I was going to be SilverCrown Champion.