Post by MJ Bell on Feb 14, 2014 10:30:33 GMT -5
February 12 – Power Body Gym
The smooth sound of “Make You Feel My Love” By Adele hums through the room. MJ is laying in the center of canvas with her arms spread wide. Her eyes shut, hair creating a cloud of reddish orange round her head, and her lips mouthing the words. Her voice low singing along to the love song. Slowly her eyes open when the sound the door closing catches her attention. Finn's hands are stuffed in a large black jacket with fur-lined hood over his head. He removes the jacket before he climbs up into the ring. The harsh smell of tobacco assaults her nostrils. She wrinkles her nose in slight disgust.
MJ Bell: Do you think I'm going to end up alone?
Finn's features twists in confusion. He walks over to stand over MJ. Her vivid hazel-green eyes gaze up at him, her expression unreadable.
She pats her palms against the mat gently.
Finn Bell: What? I leave the room and suddenly come back to you thinking you are going to end up alone?
MJ Bell: It's just a thought.
Her voice trails off a bit brief moment as she turns to face him. Her bottom lip puffs out in a pout. Finn raises a brow. MJ turns to stare back up at the ceiling.
MJ Bell: They kept playing love songs.
Finn Bell: You aren't going to end up alone... You'll have some cats... A belt.
MJ's eyes roll in annoyance as she sits up with her hands resting between her legs. Her lips tug to one side, thoughts seem to be swirling in her head. Finn's body tilts to the side to catch a glimpse of her appearance.
Finn Bell: Wait, are you being serious about this?
She turns her head to give him a blank expression before she looks forward again. For a minute she doesn't move until she lazily throws her arms up. A loud gust of air escapes her mouth.
MJ Bell: I don't know. Sort of! I mean, is it sad to be alone on Valentine's day?
Finn Bell: Uh, for most normal people that aren't in a romantic film? It isn't sad. Who cares? It's one day that guys have to spend their life savings on chocolate!
MJ Bell: Okay, okay. Voice of reason.
He releases a quiet sigh, his own eyes roll in a dramatic fashion and he takes a seat next to her. He loosely folds his arms below his chest, he seems to wait for her to speak again but MJ seems lost in her own little world. Finn taps his finger against her cheek.
Finn Bell: Let's refocus on what is important here, MJ.
MJ Bell: Yeah, okay. Sorry for the random mood shift.
Finn Bell: Me too. Don't go all 'emo cat lady' on me when there is a match coming up. You can't get distracted by things like that. You have to be ready for this match. I have faith in you. And if you lose I disown you.
Her lips twitch up into a smile and Finn bends to the side to bump his shoulder with his own. Her body moves slightly to the right as she inhales. She does a backwards somersault to get back up to her feet. She hops from foot to foot, rolls her neck around to loosen it back up.
MJ Bell: You aren't going to disown me. You want to know why? Because I'm going to refocus on the important. The up coming match has to have all my attention!
She inhales, her eyes settling on a picture on the wall across from them. Her expression grows serious. The two of them are seen in the picture both holding a tag team belt over their heads. She glances at him but he seems to staring at the same picture with his own serious expression. MJ snaps her fingers to catch his attention.
MJ Bell: That was a good year. I'm going to make you proud.
Finn Bell: Don't win for me. Win for yourself, Marie.
She wrinkles her nose up again. Her eyes dance with slight amusement. Her hand lifts outwards, thumb pointing up. He gives her a short nod.
MJ Bell: I will win. I'm going to train my ass off. So, lets go! I only have today because tomorrow we have to get in the car.
Finn Bell: Woohoo.
He remark full of sarcasm but MJ seems excited about the whole thing. She reaches over to give him a hit to the arm. Finn waves his hand out to signal her to get back to drills.
February 12 – Paradise Park
Sweat drips from her brow down her cheek before it rolls down her neck wetting the collar of her hoodie. She wipes her sweaty palms on her sweat pants before adjusting the headphones in her ears. The park was a winter wonderland but the sidewalks were clear. Her shoe kicks up a clump of snow before she sniffs. Her nose increasingly more stuffy due to the cold weather. Her whole body was aching from how hard she had pushed herself but the pain would faded. Her body would become accustomed to the work-out schedule.
She tells herself that is was only two more miles until she makes a full loop around. Her teeth bare together. Sneaker lifting from the ground leading her body forward. Her shoes sometimes leaving imprints when she passes snow patches on the sidewalk. Her head ducks down the lower half of her face engulfs in the soft scarf. She is pretty sure that her cheeks and nose are red from the cold wind.
For the most part she is going blind into the match. It wouldn't frighten her. In fact, it brings back memories from a very old match in her past. She was literally blind-folded before she entered into the ring and had no clue who she was facing against until in the ring. MJ had won that battle by the skin of her teeth and a lot determination. Maybe pain tolerance had added to the victory.
Any doubt she had disappears from her mind. She was ready for Massacre. Memory floods her mind. The sounds of a crowd cheering, booing, chanting fills her imagination, over the sound of the music. The adrenaline that surges through someones body when they enter in. Whatever gimmick they have, they flaunt, and the thrill of it all heightens. The tingle in ones fingers that travels throughout the whole body. Then to have the crowd feed off of that makes the experience. That thrill, the wins and losses, that was why MJ did it.
MJ slows to a stop her eyes meeting her brothers as he looks down at the watch on his wrist. He gives her a smile before he stands up. She stuffs her hands into her pockets, eyes staring at the ground, a grin present on her face. Days couldn't go by any faster.
MJ Bell: I'm going to kill it!
Finn Bell: Good.
She blows her bangs away from her face. Her energy returns to her. MJ didn't have time to doubt herself anymore. A sudden realization changes her expression drastically. Her head throws itself backwards and she groans.
MJ Bell: Oh, man! We have to drive tomorrow.
Her brothers just cracks up as the two of them head back towards his car. Tomorrow they would drive but regardless of being stuck in a car for that long it meant MJ would be closer to Massacre. It's going to pay off.
February 12 -
The camera wobbles but straightens out then focuses on a familiar red head. Similar to last time she is standing in front of a truck. The rest of the background is too dark to see but snow is gently falling from the sky. MJ combs both hands back through her fury locks. Her face is downwards facing and there is silence. A quite chuckle escapes her lips, head shakes from side to side then she looks up. A smile is on her lips.
MJ Bell: You know... I've been thinking.
She chuckles again looking away with more head shakes. Her smile now becomes fake, forced.
MJ Bell: You can't be friends with everyone. It isn't how things work, right? You think I haven't fought against people who told me I couldn't win? I wouldn't come out on top? I've always had someone telling me I can't. In the end... I always end up wining. I fight, I train, I sweat and I bleed for my wins. I wasn't born with the 'gift' but I'll show you how hard work pays off. You want to beat me? Bring it on but you better be ready. I won't be a walk in the park to pin.
Her lips drop the smile.
MJ Bell: You hit me and I'll hit back... Twice as hard. You knock me down and I'll get up swinging. We'll see who wins in the end. It will be one hell of a match but no one is coming out the winner but me. You can count on that.
Her eyes are intense along with the rest of her facial features as she palms the camera away and down. The street is covering more with snow and the sound of crunching is the only thing heard. The screen fades to black.
The smooth sound of “Make You Feel My Love” By Adele hums through the room. MJ is laying in the center of canvas with her arms spread wide. Her eyes shut, hair creating a cloud of reddish orange round her head, and her lips mouthing the words. Her voice low singing along to the love song. Slowly her eyes open when the sound the door closing catches her attention. Finn's hands are stuffed in a large black jacket with fur-lined hood over his head. He removes the jacket before he climbs up into the ring. The harsh smell of tobacco assaults her nostrils. She wrinkles her nose in slight disgust.
MJ Bell: Do you think I'm going to end up alone?
Finn's features twists in confusion. He walks over to stand over MJ. Her vivid hazel-green eyes gaze up at him, her expression unreadable.
She pats her palms against the mat gently.
Finn Bell: What? I leave the room and suddenly come back to you thinking you are going to end up alone?
MJ Bell: It's just a thought.
Her voice trails off a bit brief moment as she turns to face him. Her bottom lip puffs out in a pout. Finn raises a brow. MJ turns to stare back up at the ceiling.
MJ Bell: They kept playing love songs.
Finn Bell: You aren't going to end up alone... You'll have some cats... A belt.
MJ's eyes roll in annoyance as she sits up with her hands resting between her legs. Her lips tug to one side, thoughts seem to be swirling in her head. Finn's body tilts to the side to catch a glimpse of her appearance.
Finn Bell: Wait, are you being serious about this?
She turns her head to give him a blank expression before she looks forward again. For a minute she doesn't move until she lazily throws her arms up. A loud gust of air escapes her mouth.
MJ Bell: I don't know. Sort of! I mean, is it sad to be alone on Valentine's day?
Finn Bell: Uh, for most normal people that aren't in a romantic film? It isn't sad. Who cares? It's one day that guys have to spend their life savings on chocolate!
MJ Bell: Okay, okay. Voice of reason.
He releases a quiet sigh, his own eyes roll in a dramatic fashion and he takes a seat next to her. He loosely folds his arms below his chest, he seems to wait for her to speak again but MJ seems lost in her own little world. Finn taps his finger against her cheek.
Finn Bell: Let's refocus on what is important here, MJ.
MJ Bell: Yeah, okay. Sorry for the random mood shift.
Finn Bell: Me too. Don't go all 'emo cat lady' on me when there is a match coming up. You can't get distracted by things like that. You have to be ready for this match. I have faith in you. And if you lose I disown you.
Her lips twitch up into a smile and Finn bends to the side to bump his shoulder with his own. Her body moves slightly to the right as she inhales. She does a backwards somersault to get back up to her feet. She hops from foot to foot, rolls her neck around to loosen it back up.
MJ Bell: You aren't going to disown me. You want to know why? Because I'm going to refocus on the important. The up coming match has to have all my attention!
She inhales, her eyes settling on a picture on the wall across from them. Her expression grows serious. The two of them are seen in the picture both holding a tag team belt over their heads. She glances at him but he seems to staring at the same picture with his own serious expression. MJ snaps her fingers to catch his attention.
MJ Bell: That was a good year. I'm going to make you proud.
Finn Bell: Don't win for me. Win for yourself, Marie.
She wrinkles her nose up again. Her eyes dance with slight amusement. Her hand lifts outwards, thumb pointing up. He gives her a short nod.
MJ Bell: I will win. I'm going to train my ass off. So, lets go! I only have today because tomorrow we have to get in the car.
Finn Bell: Woohoo.
He remark full of sarcasm but MJ seems excited about the whole thing. She reaches over to give him a hit to the arm. Finn waves his hand out to signal her to get back to drills.
February 12 – Paradise Park
Sweat drips from her brow down her cheek before it rolls down her neck wetting the collar of her hoodie. She wipes her sweaty palms on her sweat pants before adjusting the headphones in her ears. The park was a winter wonderland but the sidewalks were clear. Her shoe kicks up a clump of snow before she sniffs. Her nose increasingly more stuffy due to the cold weather. Her whole body was aching from how hard she had pushed herself but the pain would faded. Her body would become accustomed to the work-out schedule.
She tells herself that is was only two more miles until she makes a full loop around. Her teeth bare together. Sneaker lifting from the ground leading her body forward. Her shoes sometimes leaving imprints when she passes snow patches on the sidewalk. Her head ducks down the lower half of her face engulfs in the soft scarf. She is pretty sure that her cheeks and nose are red from the cold wind.
For the most part she is going blind into the match. It wouldn't frighten her. In fact, it brings back memories from a very old match in her past. She was literally blind-folded before she entered into the ring and had no clue who she was facing against until in the ring. MJ had won that battle by the skin of her teeth and a lot determination. Maybe pain tolerance had added to the victory.
Any doubt she had disappears from her mind. She was ready for Massacre. Memory floods her mind. The sounds of a crowd cheering, booing, chanting fills her imagination, over the sound of the music. The adrenaline that surges through someones body when they enter in. Whatever gimmick they have, they flaunt, and the thrill of it all heightens. The tingle in ones fingers that travels throughout the whole body. Then to have the crowd feed off of that makes the experience. That thrill, the wins and losses, that was why MJ did it.
MJ slows to a stop her eyes meeting her brothers as he looks down at the watch on his wrist. He gives her a smile before he stands up. She stuffs her hands into her pockets, eyes staring at the ground, a grin present on her face. Days couldn't go by any faster.
MJ Bell: I'm going to kill it!
Finn Bell: Good.
She blows her bangs away from her face. Her energy returns to her. MJ didn't have time to doubt herself anymore. A sudden realization changes her expression drastically. Her head throws itself backwards and she groans.
MJ Bell: Oh, man! We have to drive tomorrow.
Her brothers just cracks up as the two of them head back towards his car. Tomorrow they would drive but regardless of being stuck in a car for that long it meant MJ would be closer to Massacre. It's going to pay off.
February 12 -
The camera wobbles but straightens out then focuses on a familiar red head. Similar to last time she is standing in front of a truck. The rest of the background is too dark to see but snow is gently falling from the sky. MJ combs both hands back through her fury locks. Her face is downwards facing and there is silence. A quite chuckle escapes her lips, head shakes from side to side then she looks up. A smile is on her lips.
MJ Bell: You know... I've been thinking.
She chuckles again looking away with more head shakes. Her smile now becomes fake, forced.
MJ Bell: You can't be friends with everyone. It isn't how things work, right? You think I haven't fought against people who told me I couldn't win? I wouldn't come out on top? I've always had someone telling me I can't. In the end... I always end up wining. I fight, I train, I sweat and I bleed for my wins. I wasn't born with the 'gift' but I'll show you how hard work pays off. You want to beat me? Bring it on but you better be ready. I won't be a walk in the park to pin.
Her lips drop the smile.
MJ Bell: You hit me and I'll hit back... Twice as hard. You knock me down and I'll get up swinging. We'll see who wins in the end. It will be one hell of a match but no one is coming out the winner but me. You can count on that.
Her eyes are intense along with the rest of her facial features as she palms the camera away and down. The street is covering more with snow and the sound of crunching is the only thing heard. The screen fades to black.