Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2020 12:27:13 GMT -8
Breathe in, straightening your arms and pushing your body upward away from the ground. Hold for two seconds, maintaining balance. Breathe out, slow, deep; bending the arms in a controlled descent toward the ground. Now shift your weight to the right, maintaining balance. Retract your left hand, putting all weight on your right. Keep the left arm pressed to your side, remember to maintain right-side balance. Now breathe in . . .
Hannah Kristianssen wasn't big on meditation. That was her best friend's gig. Hannah just liked strenuous exercise. So what if doing one-armed handstand pushups became her morning ritual. All the bullshit that would spew forth from her mouth for the duration of the day had to come from somewhere.
It was almost 4am. Her husband Jacen would be arriving soon. They'd work out together for the next two hours before the nine-to-fivers started trickling in. But for now, Hannah had free reign over the gym.
Sunshine peeked in the high windows, casting translucent rays of light down on the vacant wrestling ring. It always reminded Hannah of that dusty old gym where Jacen first taught her how to wrestle.
Breathe in, straightening your right arm. Hold for two seconds, and breathe out. Now switch to the left hand.
As she worked out the left arm and hand, Hannah thought back on those early days with Jacen. Sure the Army taught her how to fight and she was damn good at it, but Hannah was a blank slate when it came to wrestling.
Body glistening with sweat, , Hannah smiled as she thought about the 'good ol' days." Working hand to mouth with barely enough left over to pay for her training, Hannah spent more time at the gym with Jacen than she did in her own apartment. Then when training turned into dating and dating turned into . . . well you get the idea. Tieing the knot was a forgone conclusion. And now he was the father of her children. Go figure.
Hannah sighed, content. After a shit childhood and watching friends die in the Sandpit, she had everything a girl could ask for: a loving partner, great friends, children with seemingly limitless energy, no pun intended. She wondered sometimes, how someone like her could be blessed with so much.
There was just one more thing that would make her life perfect: main eventing the biggest shows in wrestling. Hannah knew she had it in her. Hell, she'd already been a top draw in Pittsburgh and Fort Worth. That wasn't enough though. Hannah wanted to be a household commodity across the great U.S. of A. She wanted to tour Japan and Germany, to fill the Tokyo Dome and Wembley Stadium to the rafters. She wanted her name in lights on the marquee at Madison Square Garden and the O2 Arena. MOre than that, she wanted to carry a promotion on her shoulders. When fans thought about professional wrestling, hers was the first name that came to mind.
Limitless didn't exactly give her a spot in the main event, but they did book her in a match with Jazmyn Rain. It wasn't the headliner, but damnit if she'd let an opportunity like this slip through her fingers. Jazmyn was no rookie, and she was no slouch. In fact, she'd experienced the kind of success Hannah longed for. She was good, real good. And she'd give Hannah the fight of her life. More than that, Hannah knew deep down that this could have been a main event match. As such, she was determined to deliver the goods. Hannah Kristianssen versus Jazmyn Rain would be a main event caliber match. And if Hannah could somehow find a way to win, then it would be a damn good start.
"You about ready?" Jacen Benedict stood a foot away. Hannah marveled; for a two-hundred eighty pound man, she hadn't even heard him come in much less walk over to her. Jacen had a thick, full beard that hung down two inches below his chin, dirty blonde hair tied back into a loose ponytail, and piercing blue eyes. He wore a black 'War Factory' muscle shirt and forest camo shorts. Strong, hairy legs were exposed to the comfortable sixty degrees inside the gym.
"Hell yeah," replied Hannah. She bent at the waist, bringing both feet to the floor and straightening up. She was ready for the daily workout with her husband, but also ready for her match with Jazmyn Rain.
Hannah Kristianssen wasn't big on meditation. That was her best friend's gig. Hannah just liked strenuous exercise. So what if doing one-armed handstand pushups became her morning ritual. All the bullshit that would spew forth from her mouth for the duration of the day had to come from somewhere.
It was almost 4am. Her husband Jacen would be arriving soon. They'd work out together for the next two hours before the nine-to-fivers started trickling in. But for now, Hannah had free reign over the gym.
Sunshine peeked in the high windows, casting translucent rays of light down on the vacant wrestling ring. It always reminded Hannah of that dusty old gym where Jacen first taught her how to wrestle.
Breathe in, straightening your right arm. Hold for two seconds, and breathe out. Now switch to the left hand.
As she worked out the left arm and hand, Hannah thought back on those early days with Jacen. Sure the Army taught her how to fight and she was damn good at it, but Hannah was a blank slate when it came to wrestling.
Body glistening with sweat, , Hannah smiled as she thought about the 'good ol' days." Working hand to mouth with barely enough left over to pay for her training, Hannah spent more time at the gym with Jacen than she did in her own apartment. Then when training turned into dating and dating turned into . . . well you get the idea. Tieing the knot was a forgone conclusion. And now he was the father of her children. Go figure.
Hannah sighed, content. After a shit childhood and watching friends die in the Sandpit, she had everything a girl could ask for: a loving partner, great friends, children with seemingly limitless energy, no pun intended. She wondered sometimes, how someone like her could be blessed with so much.
There was just one more thing that would make her life perfect: main eventing the biggest shows in wrestling. Hannah knew she had it in her. Hell, she'd already been a top draw in Pittsburgh and Fort Worth. That wasn't enough though. Hannah wanted to be a household commodity across the great U.S. of A. She wanted to tour Japan and Germany, to fill the Tokyo Dome and Wembley Stadium to the rafters. She wanted her name in lights on the marquee at Madison Square Garden and the O2 Arena. MOre than that, she wanted to carry a promotion on her shoulders. When fans thought about professional wrestling, hers was the first name that came to mind.
Limitless didn't exactly give her a spot in the main event, but they did book her in a match with Jazmyn Rain. It wasn't the headliner, but damnit if she'd let an opportunity like this slip through her fingers. Jazmyn was no rookie, and she was no slouch. In fact, she'd experienced the kind of success Hannah longed for. She was good, real good. And she'd give Hannah the fight of her life. More than that, Hannah knew deep down that this could have been a main event match. As such, she was determined to deliver the goods. Hannah Kristianssen versus Jazmyn Rain would be a main event caliber match. And if Hannah could somehow find a way to win, then it would be a damn good start.
"You about ready?" Jacen Benedict stood a foot away. Hannah marveled; for a two-hundred eighty pound man, she hadn't even heard him come in much less walk over to her. Jacen had a thick, full beard that hung down two inches below his chin, dirty blonde hair tied back into a loose ponytail, and piercing blue eyes. He wore a black 'War Factory' muscle shirt and forest camo shorts. Strong, hairy legs were exposed to the comfortable sixty degrees inside the gym.
"Hell yeah," replied Hannah. She bent at the waist, bringing both feet to the floor and straightening up. She was ready for the daily workout with her husband, but also ready for her match with Jazmyn Rain.