Post by MJ Bell on Feb 11, 2014 23:13:40 GMT -5
February 11 – Power Body Gym
MJ Bell is in a nearly empty work out room. Work-out equipment set up around the room with a few flat screen TVs on the walls. Only a couple of people were in the room. Most of them were keeping to themselves. The only sound is the distant chatter of two woman gossiping, clinks of equipment shifting and the TV. MJ is sitting on a bench with a water bottle in her hands, her hair is obscuring her face from view and it was obvious that she had just finished a work out. From the looks of how she is slumped forward it seem that it had been a strenuous one. MJ was fidgety after learning about the first match she would be participating in after her break. It was a triple threat match.
It wasn't the first and it wouldn't be the last but the nervous butterflies transform into angry bees that swirl in her stomach. The people in the match were not the problem, in fact, she was excited to see their skills. Her abilities on the other hand were not close to her own standards. MJ trained everyday since the break but jogging, doing push-ups didn't mean she had wrestled everyday. There was no one to blame but herself. She would change the doubt into pure confident. MJ knew her own talent and she knew just how hard she could push herself.
She finally looks up as the back of her arm swipes across her damp forehead. Her eyes glance up at a male standing before her. His facial features seem quite similar to her own. He offers her his hand with a rather large grin. MJ lifts her hand to grab a hold of his before she uses him as counter balance to stand. He slings an arm around he shoulder and her elbow playfully bumps into his side.
MJ Bell: Hey. I'm shocked you're awake at this time. Glad you took my offer up.
His eyebrow lifts in question. The two of them walk out of the work out room, taking a sharp turn to the left and down the hall. He removes his arm from her shoulders.
Finn Bell: Do you know what time it is? You've been here a long time MJ.
MJ Bell: I wouldn't doubt it. I have to get back to my own standard. No way I'm losing this match. I don't care if it costs me an arm and leg.
Finn Bell: Well, shit, I feel bad for your opponents then. Give'em a good Shining Wizard for me.
Finn pushes open a door, turning in he keeps a hand on the door to keep it open. MJ follows him into a room with a wrestling ring in the middle. Around the room are various items. Some for wrestling and others for boxing. MJ's lips tug down at the corner, her eyes grow stormy in an angry mix of emotion and when Finn turns he glowers in her direction.
Finn Bell: Don't give me that look.
MJ Bell: S-sorry. I just,
Her palms turns skyward extending towards the ring as she turns to look at the floor. Her expression was suddenly guilty.
Finn Bell: Let's just say it!
MJ Bell: Finn, c'mon, don't...
He cups his hands near his mouth before he shouts.
Finn Bell: I can't wrestle anymore!
He drops both hands to his side with a small disappointed smile. He shrugs his shoulders.
Finn Bell: Any serious wrestling anymore, that is.
It's okay. It's not a secret or so dirty phrase.
MJ Bell: ...Maybe you can recover more or something. Heal up ?
Finn Bell: Mom would kill me sis.
The smile widens into a rather chipper grin. When he looks back to MJ his smile falters into another scowl. Her eyebrows furrow together.
Finn Bell: You can't give me that wounded puppy face every time I want to spar with you. Okay? I'm over it. Chilled. So cool the pity.
MJ Bell: I know, I know but we were the best tag team partners. I don't think I’ll ever be in a tag team with anyone again.
Finn Bell: You are being dramatic.
MJ Bell: Hey, whoa, just a little.
She makes a b-line towards a small radio that is perched on top of a bookshelf that is over flowing with different wraps, tapes and first-aid items. Her hand sets the water bottle on the random table next to the book shelf. She reaches up to turn it on. Instantly the two of them are assaulted with horribly loud static. MJ goes to cover her ears before she turns the sound all the way down.
Finn Bell: Fuck! Dude, what the hell.
He curses a few more times as he does a quick roll into the ring. She rubs her area directly below her ear in an attempt to stop the ringing. Very slowly she turns to volume up one more before clicking through static filled stations until she finds one without. Love me again by John Newman comes on. MJ sways her head to the beat of the sound before she finally climbs up onto the canvas. Finn is jumping from one foot to the next as he throws a few punches to the air.
Finn Bell: So what match do you have?
MJ Bell: A triple threat.
With a quick glance Finn can tell that MJ seems stressed about the match. He leans forward, his hand claps her on the upper arm. She gives him a short smile.
Finn Bell: No sweat. You used to love those matches.
MJ Bell: True but I used to wrestler everyday. I stopped doing that for like three months.
Finn Bell: People go years without wrestling and still make awesome come backs. What happened to being confident? You'll be alright. Don't let the competition see you sweat.
MJ Bell: I'm just being a dumb emotional girl. Tomorrow I'll have that confident back. I'm going to win.
Finn Bell: Or die trying.
She stretches the word out before he claps her own hands together. She bends forward touched her hands to the tops of her shoes then continues to do some other basic stretches. Finn cracks his knuckles waiting for his sister to finish.
Finn Bell: Alright. We'll start out easy.
MJ answers with a quick head nod. Abruptly his palm slams flat against her chest sending her down to the mat. Her eyes go wide as the shock from the hit knocks the air out of her lungs for a brief moment. MJ lifts herself onto her elbows, blowing a lock of hair out of her face, and giving him an evil eye. He replies with a smug grin and a shrug. When she finally keeps up he repeats his action. MJ's pace quickens, so she stands up ready for Finn to push her back down. Finn keeps shouting at her to get up faster. After repeating the exercise before he suddenly changes it.
Finn Bell: Ropes! Go! C'mon MJ, pick up the fucking pace!
She shots him a look of frustration however it doesn't stop her from running towards the rope. She pivots her body so she can bounce off. MJ rushes to the other to do it again.
Finn Bell: DUCK!
As MJ is running back to the other side his arm flings out to clothesline her. Her reflexes were sluggish and she hits the canvas with a loud crash. Finn shakes his head.
Finn Bell: You are getting lazy. Let's go! Move!
She pulls her legs in then kips up. MJ takes a deep breath in before continuing on their work out. She continues to bounce of side to side avoiding any hits he tries to throw. Randomly he yells at her to drop down. She does without any question or any look of frustration. Her facial expression, now was full of determination. She was already glistening with sweat again. After 40 minutes pass, he waves his hand out to stop MJ but on instinct she ducks under.
Finn Bell: We're done.
Cool it there, tiger.
MJ Bell: Finally!
She falls against the ropes before plopping straight down on her butt. Her arms prop on top of the bottom rope as she pants. Finn slides out of the ring to grab her water bottle and pass it to her. He climbs back in and sits next to her.
Finn Bell: Aside from being slow on reacting you did a good job.
MJ Bell: I have to do better. I need to get my groove back.
Finn Bell: You'll be alright. I didn't pick you to be my tag team partner because we're siblings, I did it because you are good.
MJ Bell: I know. I keep hearing that.
Finn Bell: Well, it's true.
MJ Bell: I wish I was born with natural talent like you.
Finn Bell: Don't, You get careless.
She takes a long drink from the water bottle before she caps it and sets it down against the floor. Her eyes narrow slightly as if in thought. She didn't know what to say at that point. The two of them sit listening to the music. Finn rests his head back while he taps his finger against his knee. Out of the corner of her eye she looks at him before she rests her head against his shoulder for a moment.
MJ Bell: You going to come watch me?
Finn Bell: Sure. Wouldn't miss that. Especially if I get to talk shit because you lose for being lazy!
MJ Bell: Jerk!
She snaps playfully punching his shoulder. The two of them chuckle before he releases a slow sigh from his mouth. Very slowly she pulls herself up to her feet. MJ's hands rub against her knees before she walks over to the turn to music off.
MJ Bell: Seriously, you are treating me to lunch.
Finn Bell: What-- why?
MJ Bell: You knocked me on my ass!
Finn rolls out of the ring and laughs as he walks towards the door. His eyes dance with amusement to watch her stick her tongue out at him.
Finn Bell: Yeah I did. You asked for it! You can't be all, 'Boo hooo! I'm a loser' then not expect to get knocked down.
She tilts her head to the right then left, her lips poof out some as she seems to consider this. Her lips pull to one corner.
MJ Bell: Oh! So there is this wrestler, who is new, and I totally recognize him from Japan. Pretty cool huh?
Finn Bell: Is this from when dad made us watch wrestling from other countries?
Her lips inch apart as her eyes narrow at him. Her eyes glance down then fly back up at his face.
MJ Bell: Really? Did you really just say that? Yes!
Finn Bell: Cool, what's his name?
MJ Bell: Kenshin.
His heads dips down the lifts up. She just rolls her eyes during the time that her fists hits his shoulder. He rubs it with a mouthed 'hey'. MJ holds her hand out to run into the woman’s locker room to snatch up her bag and jacket. Hastily she zips of her bright yellow jacket before slinging her duffel over her shoulder. As she exits,
MJ Bell: News is so wasted on you. Oh! I also know who i'm in a match against.
Finn Bell: Go on?
MJ Bell: She's someone I know on Twitter's husband.
He gives her a mocking smile before it transforms into a look of fake awe. Once against she gives him a good sock in the arm. He rubs with mocking a sob. MJ rolls her eyes, her hip bumping against him. Her back pushes against the door to open it up to the outside cold. The two of them head out to lunch.
February 11 –
The screen fades into MJ sitting, well more leaning on the back of a truck. Her legs are crossed at the ankle and she is clearly leaning back on her palms. A sudden, bright smile is present on her face. Her oddly vivid hair is tied back in a pony tail. She is wear an opened sided white shirt with the words 'True Love' written in bold print. On her bottom she is wearing jeans and black boots.
MJ Bell: This is it going to be short and sweet. I don't have much to say right now. With all sincerity I wish my opponents all the best of luck and I look forward to the match.
She looks down at the ground as her boots unfold and she stands up. Her hand moves her bangs out of her face, her eyes looking up. She steps a little closer to the camera.
MJ Bell: That being said, I'm not going down with out one hell of a fight. Expect the very best from me. I may but new here but I'm not new to the ring or 'tough' opponents.
She beacons the camera closer with a curl of her index. The camera zooms in close to her face. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, the smile now replaced with a smirk.
MJ Bell: Oh, and I don't plan on losing. Have a good night.
Her hands lifts up and pushes the camera down. From the ground you can see her shadow walking away. The screen fades to black.
MJ Bell is in a nearly empty work out room. Work-out equipment set up around the room with a few flat screen TVs on the walls. Only a couple of people were in the room. Most of them were keeping to themselves. The only sound is the distant chatter of two woman gossiping, clinks of equipment shifting and the TV. MJ is sitting on a bench with a water bottle in her hands, her hair is obscuring her face from view and it was obvious that she had just finished a work out. From the looks of how she is slumped forward it seem that it had been a strenuous one. MJ was fidgety after learning about the first match she would be participating in after her break. It was a triple threat match.
It wasn't the first and it wouldn't be the last but the nervous butterflies transform into angry bees that swirl in her stomach. The people in the match were not the problem, in fact, she was excited to see their skills. Her abilities on the other hand were not close to her own standards. MJ trained everyday since the break but jogging, doing push-ups didn't mean she had wrestled everyday. There was no one to blame but herself. She would change the doubt into pure confident. MJ knew her own talent and she knew just how hard she could push herself.
She finally looks up as the back of her arm swipes across her damp forehead. Her eyes glance up at a male standing before her. His facial features seem quite similar to her own. He offers her his hand with a rather large grin. MJ lifts her hand to grab a hold of his before she uses him as counter balance to stand. He slings an arm around he shoulder and her elbow playfully bumps into his side.
MJ Bell: Hey. I'm shocked you're awake at this time. Glad you took my offer up.
His eyebrow lifts in question. The two of them walk out of the work out room, taking a sharp turn to the left and down the hall. He removes his arm from her shoulders.
Finn Bell: Do you know what time it is? You've been here a long time MJ.
MJ Bell: I wouldn't doubt it. I have to get back to my own standard. No way I'm losing this match. I don't care if it costs me an arm and leg.
Finn Bell: Well, shit, I feel bad for your opponents then. Give'em a good Shining Wizard for me.
Finn pushes open a door, turning in he keeps a hand on the door to keep it open. MJ follows him into a room with a wrestling ring in the middle. Around the room are various items. Some for wrestling and others for boxing. MJ's lips tug down at the corner, her eyes grow stormy in an angry mix of emotion and when Finn turns he glowers in her direction.
Finn Bell: Don't give me that look.
MJ Bell: S-sorry. I just,
Her palms turns skyward extending towards the ring as she turns to look at the floor. Her expression was suddenly guilty.
Finn Bell: Let's just say it!
MJ Bell: Finn, c'mon, don't...
He cups his hands near his mouth before he shouts.
Finn Bell: I can't wrestle anymore!
He drops both hands to his side with a small disappointed smile. He shrugs his shoulders.
Finn Bell: Any serious wrestling anymore, that is.
It's okay. It's not a secret or so dirty phrase.
MJ Bell: ...Maybe you can recover more or something. Heal up ?
Finn Bell: Mom would kill me sis.
The smile widens into a rather chipper grin. When he looks back to MJ his smile falters into another scowl. Her eyebrows furrow together.
Finn Bell: You can't give me that wounded puppy face every time I want to spar with you. Okay? I'm over it. Chilled. So cool the pity.
MJ Bell: I know, I know but we were the best tag team partners. I don't think I’ll ever be in a tag team with anyone again.
Finn Bell: You are being dramatic.
MJ Bell: Hey, whoa, just a little.
She makes a b-line towards a small radio that is perched on top of a bookshelf that is over flowing with different wraps, tapes and first-aid items. Her hand sets the water bottle on the random table next to the book shelf. She reaches up to turn it on. Instantly the two of them are assaulted with horribly loud static. MJ goes to cover her ears before she turns the sound all the way down.
Finn Bell: Fuck! Dude, what the hell.
He curses a few more times as he does a quick roll into the ring. She rubs her area directly below her ear in an attempt to stop the ringing. Very slowly she turns to volume up one more before clicking through static filled stations until she finds one without. Love me again by John Newman comes on. MJ sways her head to the beat of the sound before she finally climbs up onto the canvas. Finn is jumping from one foot to the next as he throws a few punches to the air.
Finn Bell: So what match do you have?
MJ Bell: A triple threat.
With a quick glance Finn can tell that MJ seems stressed about the match. He leans forward, his hand claps her on the upper arm. She gives him a short smile.
Finn Bell: No sweat. You used to love those matches.
MJ Bell: True but I used to wrestler everyday. I stopped doing that for like three months.
Finn Bell: People go years without wrestling and still make awesome come backs. What happened to being confident? You'll be alright. Don't let the competition see you sweat.
MJ Bell: I'm just being a dumb emotional girl. Tomorrow I'll have that confident back. I'm going to win.
Finn Bell: Or die trying.
She stretches the word out before he claps her own hands together. She bends forward touched her hands to the tops of her shoes then continues to do some other basic stretches. Finn cracks his knuckles waiting for his sister to finish.
Finn Bell: Alright. We'll start out easy.
MJ answers with a quick head nod. Abruptly his palm slams flat against her chest sending her down to the mat. Her eyes go wide as the shock from the hit knocks the air out of her lungs for a brief moment. MJ lifts herself onto her elbows, blowing a lock of hair out of her face, and giving him an evil eye. He replies with a smug grin and a shrug. When she finally keeps up he repeats his action. MJ's pace quickens, so she stands up ready for Finn to push her back down. Finn keeps shouting at her to get up faster. After repeating the exercise before he suddenly changes it.
Finn Bell: Ropes! Go! C'mon MJ, pick up the fucking pace!
She shots him a look of frustration however it doesn't stop her from running towards the rope. She pivots her body so she can bounce off. MJ rushes to the other to do it again.
Finn Bell: DUCK!
As MJ is running back to the other side his arm flings out to clothesline her. Her reflexes were sluggish and she hits the canvas with a loud crash. Finn shakes his head.
Finn Bell: You are getting lazy. Let's go! Move!
She pulls her legs in then kips up. MJ takes a deep breath in before continuing on their work out. She continues to bounce of side to side avoiding any hits he tries to throw. Randomly he yells at her to drop down. She does without any question or any look of frustration. Her facial expression, now was full of determination. She was already glistening with sweat again. After 40 minutes pass, he waves his hand out to stop MJ but on instinct she ducks under.
Finn Bell: We're done.
Cool it there, tiger.
MJ Bell: Finally!
She falls against the ropes before plopping straight down on her butt. Her arms prop on top of the bottom rope as she pants. Finn slides out of the ring to grab her water bottle and pass it to her. He climbs back in and sits next to her.
Finn Bell: Aside from being slow on reacting you did a good job.
MJ Bell: I have to do better. I need to get my groove back.
Finn Bell: You'll be alright. I didn't pick you to be my tag team partner because we're siblings, I did it because you are good.
MJ Bell: I know. I keep hearing that.
Finn Bell: Well, it's true.
MJ Bell: I wish I was born with natural talent like you.
Finn Bell: Don't, You get careless.
She takes a long drink from the water bottle before she caps it and sets it down against the floor. Her eyes narrow slightly as if in thought. She didn't know what to say at that point. The two of them sit listening to the music. Finn rests his head back while he taps his finger against his knee. Out of the corner of her eye she looks at him before she rests her head against his shoulder for a moment.
MJ Bell: You going to come watch me?
Finn Bell: Sure. Wouldn't miss that. Especially if I get to talk shit because you lose for being lazy!
MJ Bell: Jerk!
She snaps playfully punching his shoulder. The two of them chuckle before he releases a slow sigh from his mouth. Very slowly she pulls herself up to her feet. MJ's hands rub against her knees before she walks over to the turn to music off.
MJ Bell: Seriously, you are treating me to lunch.
Finn Bell: What-- why?
MJ Bell: You knocked me on my ass!
Finn rolls out of the ring and laughs as he walks towards the door. His eyes dance with amusement to watch her stick her tongue out at him.
Finn Bell: Yeah I did. You asked for it! You can't be all, 'Boo hooo! I'm a loser' then not expect to get knocked down.
She tilts her head to the right then left, her lips poof out some as she seems to consider this. Her lips pull to one corner.
MJ Bell: Oh! So there is this wrestler, who is new, and I totally recognize him from Japan. Pretty cool huh?
Finn Bell: Is this from when dad made us watch wrestling from other countries?
Her lips inch apart as her eyes narrow at him. Her eyes glance down then fly back up at his face.
MJ Bell: Really? Did you really just say that? Yes!
Finn Bell: Cool, what's his name?
MJ Bell: Kenshin.
His heads dips down the lifts up. She just rolls her eyes during the time that her fists hits his shoulder. He rubs it with a mouthed 'hey'. MJ holds her hand out to run into the woman’s locker room to snatch up her bag and jacket. Hastily she zips of her bright yellow jacket before slinging her duffel over her shoulder. As she exits,
MJ Bell: News is so wasted on you. Oh! I also know who i'm in a match against.
Finn Bell: Go on?
MJ Bell: She's someone I know on Twitter's husband.
He gives her a mocking smile before it transforms into a look of fake awe. Once against she gives him a good sock in the arm. He rubs with mocking a sob. MJ rolls her eyes, her hip bumping against him. Her back pushes against the door to open it up to the outside cold. The two of them head out to lunch.
February 11 –
The screen fades into MJ sitting, well more leaning on the back of a truck. Her legs are crossed at the ankle and she is clearly leaning back on her palms. A sudden, bright smile is present on her face. Her oddly vivid hair is tied back in a pony tail. She is wear an opened sided white shirt with the words 'True Love' written in bold print. On her bottom she is wearing jeans and black boots.
MJ Bell: This is it going to be short and sweet. I don't have much to say right now. With all sincerity I wish my opponents all the best of luck and I look forward to the match.
She looks down at the ground as her boots unfold and she stands up. Her hand moves her bangs out of her face, her eyes looking up. She steps a little closer to the camera.
MJ Bell: That being said, I'm not going down with out one hell of a fight. Expect the very best from me. I may but new here but I'm not new to the ring or 'tough' opponents.
She beacons the camera closer with a curl of her index. The camera zooms in close to her face. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, the smile now replaced with a smirk.
MJ Bell: Oh, and I don't plan on losing. Have a good night.
Her hands lifts up and pushes the camera down. From the ground you can see her shadow walking away. The screen fades to black.