Post by ryderdadori on Jan 17, 2016 22:46:32 GMT -6
Sunday January 17th
Location: Dallas Fighting Gym
Kyra: If you’re going to do this, do it right! If you stop running, you will get run over. Keep running, Ryder!
Kyra: You’re coming into my world, you won’t make me look bad. Keep going!
Ryder: Is this...All...You’ve...Got…
Kyra: Okay, you can take a break now. Don’t die on me!
Kyra: This is what I hate more than anything, Ry. The ropes hurt, but they scar our bodies, and that’s the regrettable part of ‘training.’
Kyra: How are you feeling? Do you think you’re ready?
Ryder: I feel like a million bucks. Never felt better in my life.
Ryder: This is only my first week of training Ky, I don’t think I’m ready yet. I think I need a couple weeks. I’m not as quick a learner as you, and I can’t afford a top of the line trainer, as boring as she may be.
Kyra: Are you talking about that Adison whatever her name is? I don’t pay a bit of attention to her. We have a mutual disliking of each other. I’ve learned more from my old mustache-having trainer and Tyson Gregory. The thing is...and don’t take this the wrong way, you and I just have different paths in this profession.
Kyra: I’m Miss Dallas, the pageant winning face with the million dollar personality. Throwing me on TV regardless of how trained I am will generate money, ratings, and most of all...money. Wait, I think I said that already. Anyway, you get my point. People know my history, they can google me. They know yours as well, but yours isn’t as…
Kyra: Flattering as mine. You come from a poor family, you made something of yourself, but it’s in skating or skateboarding whatever you guys call it. You have to do more, you have to work harder than I do. My spot on the HCS roster is guaranteed, yours...not so much.
Ryder: Really? Still talking down to me I see.
Ryder: I can be googled too. I appear on billboards, I’m in magazines that circulate around the world, both as a skater and as a model Kyra. This face is seen by MILLIONS. I’m not some city pageant winner, I’m not from a rich family, but I’m a face people know, and to prove that, the contract I’ve yet to sign, is also guaranteed.
Kyra: Where the heck are you going?
Ryder: I’m taking a piss, is that ok...COACH?
Kyra: You know not to talk to me like that. I should just give up now, obviously you aren’t taking this seriously or appreciating the time I’m taking out of my day to help you.
Kyra: You can apologize for talking like that before you enter this ring. I’ve learned a few moves, and I’m willing to teach them to you if you’re willing to cut the attitude.
Ryder: Really Ky? I can apologize? Nevermind the fact you think SO low of me that you think my whole life is just some joke, that I’m your arm candy, you’re trophy boy of sorts. The “poor” guy you took in because he’s cute and makes you look more in touch with the people. I love you Kyra, do you love me?
Kyra: How you could even question that is beyond me. You have a key to my house. We’ve been dating for over six months now. If this were just a game, or some thought out plan to make myself look better, don’t you think I would have dropped you by now?
Kyra: You’re from a poor family, but that doesn’t matter to me, I was talking about what matters to the people. They are going to be the one’s to judge you, not me. You made something of yourself. As immature as skating is, at least you’re the best at it. Now, do you want to be the best at wrestling or not?
Ryder: Let’s do it, what’s next?
Kyra: Lean your head down so that I can grab it.
Kyra: This is called a head locky...I mean a head lock, I think. Basically, you squeeze as hard as you can and try to force your opponent to give up. Does it hurt yet?
Ryder: Oh god this hurts so bad.
Ryder: How was that?
Kyra: Who taught you that?
Kyra: That wasn’t a part of what I was teaching you.
Ryder: My trainer forced us to learn that stuff on the first day. He didn’t make me run too hard but he showed me some basic maneuvers. Told me the cardio stuff was for me to do in my own time. If I didn’t want to get blown up in the ring I’d take that part as seriously.
Ryder: Pretty cool huh?
Kyra: You aren’t ready. You don’t listen to me. While you think it’s ‘pretty cool dude’ or whatever you skaters say, I actually have something to protect, and that is my body.
Kyra: You have the bad boy thing going for you, I have my body. What you just did was performed a move that was never…
Ryder: Save the lecture. I know I know it’s all about you. I’m sorry that I did something you don’t know yet. I will stick to things you know so that you look better.
Kyra: Actually I think we should call it a wrap on this session. I have to train tomorrow with Jay at my class, and I refuse to go there with bruises all over because my boyfriend wants to play super wrestler when he has no idea what he’s doing. How about you take your own training and let me do mine separately?
Ryder: Yeah, you go play with Jay tomorrow. I know you’d rather train with him anyway. I’m not classy enough for that training class. I don’t have the right kind of yoga pants.
Kyra: No, you’re trying to do too much without being properly trained. YOU AREN’T READY!
Kyra: I want you to be, trust me, I want nothing more than for us to be the official power couple of HCS, but you need more work. You’ll get there, and if you would like, I can even pay for a class for you, but the class I’m taking with Jay is full and the trainer isn’t taking on new students.
Ryder: I’ll be fine, I have a trainer, he’s showing me wrestling maneuvers and how to execute them, he’s not wasting my time with pageantry and dance steps. I’m a skater, I spend ninety percent of my time doing cardio workout, my trainer knows my cardio is ok, and he’s cool with me working on that on my own. So you train with Jay, go to the doctor with him, and I’ll keep going to my trainer and learn to wrestle.
Kyra: Fine, we’ll do our own thing professionally, and I hope you make it to the top with me. Now, I’m thirsty from all of that yelling, can you go grab me a water please?
Ryder: Here, have the rest.
Kyra: I’m going home now. Seriously, Ry, get over your little attitude. Everyone learns at different paces. You’re coming to the HCS show with me anyways, so I’m sure that will be more of an eye opening experience of what you’re really getting yourself into if you sign that contract. Okay?
Ryder: Okay dear.
Ryder: Anything you say.
Kyra: Where are you going?
Ryder: To take a shower?
Kyra: In public showers? Please, come back to my place we can wash up there.
Ryder: If I must.
Kyra: You act like that’s some kind of punishment for being a bad student. Look, you might be bad at wrestling right now, but you’re still a good boyfriend. Business and personal might have to be kept separate, but we’ll get there. One place I’ll NEVER get is in a public shower. Ugh, I can’t believe you were going to actually use that dirty thing. You know you could get some creepy fungus from the floors in there, right?
Ryder: I was kidding hon. You know I love showering with you.
Kyra: At least that’s one thing we do without arguing.
Kyra: I forgive you for the attitude by the way, even though you never apologized for whatever that weird move was that you did on me.
Ryder: It was a hip toss. It’s pretty basic really. I’m shocked your trainer hasn’t taught you that one yet. That’s one of the first things he taught was hitting the ropes, into a drop, into a hip toss. It’s a key to chain wrestling.
Kyra: He might have taught it, but I took a few days off from the physical stuff during training. I told him I had a stomach bug and couldn’t do any slamming or being slammed. Good excuse for getting out of working when you aren’t in the mood.
Ryder: Honey, you’ve been telling me I need to take this seriously, I know you’re serious about the wrestling thing, but you need to take the training seriously too, or you’re going to wind up getting hurt, and I really don’t want to visit you in the hospital. I hate hospitals.
Kyra: I won’t end up in a hospital, I mean too much to HCS and they know that.
Location: Dallas Fighting Gym
Ryder and Kyra are in the empty gym. Kyra had used her pull and money to ensure the gym was open to only them at this time. She’s got a twisted smile on her face making her boyfriend run ropes. Ryder is clearly getting winded but keeps pushing anyway, sweat rolling down his face. Kyra, who has already went through the torture of rope running courtesy of Tyson Gregory shouts at him as she stands on the outside of the ring.
Kyra: If you’re going to do this, do it right! If you stop running, you will get run over. Keep running, Ryder!
‘Miss Dallas’ places her hands on her hips as she maneuvers herself right up against the ring standing on the outside. Ryder gives her a look, almost begging for a break but Kyra shakes her head.
Kyra: You’re coming into my world, you won’t make me look bad. Keep going!
Those words coming out of her mouth are almost ironic, considering she hasn’t wrestled an official match yet. Ryder keeps pushing, breathing heavily, but fighting through the pain and agony. His chest on fire.
Ryder: Is this...All...You’ve...Got…
Ryder’s voice is clearly labored through heavy breathing, but he’s trying to look tough for his girlfriend. He doesn’t want her to think he’s weak, but Kyra can see how tired he is. She removes her hands from her hips, resting them now on the ring mat as she peers into the ring.
Kyra: Okay, you can take a break now. Don’t die on me!
As Ryder stops in the middle of the ring, taking a knee, Kyra climbs up onto the ring apron and then steps under the middle rope. She lifts her shirt up enough to show the bruises on her sides.
Kyra: This is what I hate more than anything, Ry. The ropes hurt, but they scar our bodies, and that’s the regrettable part of ‘training.’
The air quotation marks show her annoyance as she looks at the redness across her boyfriends ribcage.
Kyra: How are you feeling? Do you think you’re ready?
Ryder stands up straight, holding his arms over his head, taking in long breaths, trying to fill his lungs and get his breathing back on track, his long hair dangling in his eyes, the sweat forcing it to stick to his face. Ryder takes a deep breath and then looks at Kyra.
Ryder: I feel like a million bucks. Never felt better in my life.
He was obviously being sarcastic, but there was a part of him that felt pretty alive. The adrenaline that he once got from hitting large gaps, and finding great lines for videos is now coursing through him as he starts his journey into a new world.
Kyra: Are you talking about that Adison whatever her name is? I don’t pay a bit of attention to her. We have a mutual disliking of each other. I’ve learned more from my old mustache-having trainer and Tyson Gregory. The thing is...and don’t take this the wrong way, you and I just have different paths in this profession.
Ryder looks confused as Kyra continues.
Kyra: I’m Miss Dallas, the pageant winning face with the million dollar personality. Throwing me on TV regardless of how trained I am will generate money, ratings, and most of all...money. Wait, I think I said that already. Anyway, you get my point. People know my history, they can google me. They know yours as well, but yours isn’t as…
Pauses.
Kyra: Flattering as mine. You come from a poor family, you made something of yourself, but it’s in skating or skateboarding whatever you guys call it. You have to do more, you have to work harder than I do. My spot on the HCS roster is guaranteed, yours...not so much.
Ryder rolls his eyes and climbs out of the ring.
Ryder: Really? Still talking down to me I see.
Ryder grabs his water bottle out of his bag, and starts taking off his shirt, wiping off with a towel, and walking towards the locker room.
Ryder: I can be googled too. I appear on billboards, I’m in magazines that circulate around the world, both as a skater and as a model Kyra. This face is seen by MILLIONS. I’m not some city pageant winner, I’m not from a rich family, but I’m a face people know, and to prove that, the contract I’ve yet to sign, is also guaranteed.
Ryder flings open the locker room door as Kyra stands in the middle of the ring confused.
Ryder: I’m taking a piss, is that ok...COACH?
Ryder is obviously annoyed that his girlfriend still after all this time, thinks so low of him.
As Kyra starts to exit the ring, Ryder emerges from the locker room, prompting Kyra to back pedal to the middle of the ring. She wears an expression of frustration.
Ryder looks frustrated.
Ryder: Really Ky? I can apologize? Nevermind the fact you think SO low of me that you think my whole life is just some joke, that I’m your arm candy, you’re trophy boy of sorts. The “poor” guy you took in because he’s cute and makes you look more in touch with the people. I love you Kyra, do you love me?
Kyra: How you could even question that is beyond me. You have a key to my house. We’ve been dating for over six months now. If this were just a game, or some thought out plan to make myself look better, don’t you think I would have dropped you by now?
Kyra shakes her head.
The arrogant rookie, who hardly knows any moves herself has a confidence about her that would have you believe she’s a seasoned veteran. Ryder takes a deep breath, clearing his head, calming himself down. He takes another swig of water, and spits it on the floor before climbing into the ring.
Ryder: Let’s do it, what’s next?
Kyra walks over to Ryder.
Kyra: Lean your head down so that I can grab it.
Ryder bends over as Kyra wraps her arms around his head, locking her hands.
Kyra: This is called a head locky...I mean a head lock, I think. Basically, you squeeze as hard as you can and try to force your opponent to give up. Does it hurt yet?
Ryder: Oh god this hurts so bad.
He was faking, hoping she bought it. Then he maneuvers her towards the ropes bouncing her off and pushing her towards the opposite rope, before dropping down in front of her for her to step over and rebound, catching her with a hip toss on the return. Kyra hits the mat and pops back up, a bit shocked.
Ryder: How was that?
Kyra: Who taught you that?
She asks, rubbing her lower back.
Kyra: That wasn’t a part of what I was teaching you.
Ryder smiles.
Ryder: My trainer forced us to learn that stuff on the first day. He didn’t make me run too hard but he showed me some basic maneuvers. Told me the cardio stuff was for me to do in my own time. If I didn’t want to get blown up in the ring I’d take that part as seriously.
Ryder has a look of pride on his face.
Ryder: Pretty cool huh?
Kyra: You aren’t ready. You don’t listen to me. While you think it’s ‘pretty cool dude’ or whatever you skaters say, I actually have something to protect, and that is my body.
Ryder again rolls his eyes, knowing he’s about to be lectured about her pageant winning looks per usual.
Kyra: You have the bad boy thing going for you, I have my body. What you just did was performed a move that was never…
Ryder puts his hand up.
Ryder: Save the lecture. I know I know it’s all about you. I’m sorry that I did something you don’t know yet. I will stick to things you know so that you look better.
Kyra: Actually I think we should call it a wrap on this session. I have to train tomorrow with Jay at my class, and I refuse to go there with bruises all over because my boyfriend wants to play super wrestler when he has no idea what he’s doing. How about you take your own training and let me do mine separately?
Ryder: Yeah, you go play with Jay tomorrow. I know you’d rather train with him anyway. I’m not classy enough for that training class. I don’t have the right kind of yoga pants.
Kyra: No, you’re trying to do too much without being properly trained. YOU AREN’T READY!
Raising her voice, she takes a few steps away from him.
Kyra: I want you to be, trust me, I want nothing more than for us to be the official power couple of HCS, but you need more work. You’ll get there, and if you would like, I can even pay for a class for you, but the class I’m taking with Jay is full and the trainer isn’t taking on new students.
Ryder again rolls his eyes, getting frustrated.
Ryder: I’ll be fine, I have a trainer, he’s showing me wrestling maneuvers and how to execute them, he’s not wasting my time with pageantry and dance steps. I’m a skater, I spend ninety percent of my time doing cardio workout, my trainer knows my cardio is ok, and he’s cool with me working on that on my own. So you train with Jay, go to the doctor with him, and I’ll keep going to my trainer and learn to wrestle.
Kyra: Fine, we’ll do our own thing professionally, and I hope you make it to the top with me. Now, I’m thirsty from all of that yelling, can you go grab me a water please?
Ryder tosses her his water bottle.
Ryder: Here, have the rest.
Kyra can’t believe he tossed the bottle towards her, luckily, she caught it. She unscrewed the cap, finishing the water before walking up to him and pressing the bottle hard against his chest, looking up into his eyes.
Kyra: I’m going home now. Seriously, Ry, get over your little attitude. Everyone learns at different paces. You’re coming to the HCS show with me anyways, so I’m sure that will be more of an eye opening experience of what you’re really getting yourself into if you sign that contract. Okay?
Ryder: Okay dear.
Tired of fighting he just finally caves and rolls his eyes as he says it.
Ryder: Anything you say.
Ryder throws his bottle in the bag, and walks to the locker room to wash up.
Kyra: Where are you going?
Ryder: To take a shower?
Kyra: In public showers? Please, come back to my place we can wash up there.
Ryder laughs at her prissy attitude, but never one to turn down a shower with his beautiful girlfriend obliges.
Ryder: If I must.
Ryder’s voice is sarcastic, making Kyra chuckle.
Kyra: You act like that’s some kind of punishment for being a bad student. Look, you might be bad at wrestling right now, but you’re still a good boyfriend. Business and personal might have to be kept separate, but we’ll get there. One place I’ll NEVER get is in a public shower. Ugh, I can’t believe you were going to actually use that dirty thing. You know you could get some creepy fungus from the floors in there, right?
She lifts up her bag and holds it out towards him. Ryder grabs the bag and flings it over his shoulder feeling silly wearing a pink princess bag.
Ryder: I was kidding hon. You know I love showering with you.
Kyra: At least that’s one thing we do without arguing.
Miss Dallas laughs, as they push open the doors to exit the gym. The pink limousine that chauffeurs Kyra everywhere is waiting as the door is being held open for her and Ryder. Kyra turns her head, looking back at her boyfriend.
Ryder: It was a hip toss. It’s pretty basic really. I’m shocked your trainer hasn’t taught you that one yet. That’s one of the first things he taught was hitting the ropes, into a drop, into a hip toss. It’s a key to chain wrestling.
They both take a seat in the back of the limo.
Kyra: He might have taught it, but I took a few days off from the physical stuff during training. I told him I had a stomach bug and couldn’t do any slamming or being slammed. Good excuse for getting out of working when you aren’t in the mood.
Ryder looks at her.
Ryder: Honey, you’ve been telling me I need to take this seriously, I know you’re serious about the wrestling thing, but you need to take the training seriously too, or you’re going to wind up getting hurt, and I really don’t want to visit you in the hospital. I hate hospitals.
Kyra: I won’t end up in a hospital, I mean too much to HCS and they know that.
She pulls her phone out and begins scrolling through it, now seeming zoned out. Ryder is used to this. He begins saying something but she doesn’t even respond, so he kicks his feet up, grabs a fancy beer from the bar cooler, and relaxes as they drive the twenty minutes to Kyra’s place.