Post by penelope on Oct 23, 2023 7:19:46 GMT -5
The Champions Advantage Performance Center was a veritable hub of activity. What with news of the upcoming Make-A-Wish Foundation charity event doing the rounds that is. The performers were going all out in showcasing their wares. Each one hoped they would be one of the lucky handful selected by the performers of This Is Awesome’s “Last Man Standing” competition. It was a very good way to get themselves noticed and try to bring a smile to the faces of some children at the same time. Some of the entrants on the Red and Blue teams had already selected their opponents, but there was still time.
Inside the large main area which housed multiple wrestling rings, the previously occupied rookies were left in awe as smack bang in the middle of the room, a purplish hue began to manifest. One by one each of them all stopped and stood, mouths agape as the purple blob in mid-air began to grow bigger and bigger, until it was almost seven feet in height and about five feet wide. They all quickly jump out of the various rings they were in, scrambling back against the wall as two shapes appear from within…whatever the heck this was. A moment later two people appear from within. One, a tall, foreboding man with stiff body language and an intense air about him. The second, a woman, almost a foot shorter dressed all in black who was easily the more relaxed of the two.
Penelope:” Can you believe we were on the Titanic?! I mean, the actual Titanic?! That was insane Mr Hemingway, don’t you agree?”
Drake Hemingway: “Indeed. It was quite the evening…pity about the staff though. A dreadful fate that…freezing to death in the ocean.”
Penelope: “Mm. Watching them go about their business…not even having a clue what was going to happen. Shame nobody did something about that.”
Penelope grins in her devilish way as she looks up at Drake who rolls his eyes. The portal through which they walked slowly diminished behind the pair.
Drake: “Because of course, you did.”
Penelope: “What? So, I may have written a note in lipstick on one of the ladies' bathroom mirrors detailing the exact date and time the ship might happen to run afoul of an iceberg.”
Drake: “What has Mr Buchanan told you about altering the course of history?”
Penelope: “ Oh, Eli never likes to have any fun. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Drake: “What’s the worst that could-”
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose as Penelope looks rather nonplussed about the entire situation.
Drake: “They literally did an episode on the TV show Supernatural detailing exactly what would happen. Everyone still dies Penelope…just instead of the passengers it was all the descendants who should never have been born.”
Penelope: “And you think that because you saw it on some ridiculous TV show, that aired on the CW I might add, that it somehow would be what happens now?”
Drake: “You know what, I-”
He goes to continue before pausing, the movements of the wrestlers slowly walking away from the walls catching his attention. He gently nudges Penelope who turns, remembering why they were there to begin with as she begins eyeing all the potential opponents.
Penelope: “Aren’t you all meant to be…doing something? If you wanted to make a good impression on one of the biggest attractions in this entire event, you aren’t doing a very good job.”
She watches, the students still shocked by what they saw. Penelope realizes the fact a second later, waving her arms as she laughs.
Penelope: ”What? That? Don’t tell me none of you have ever traveled by temporal displacement spell before?”
Crickets.
Penelope: “None of you?”
She looks up at Drake who’s eyes have been bouncing between the students, whispering under her breath.
Penelope: “Can you say sheltered?”
She giggles to herself before continuing, clapping her hands.
Penelope: “Quickly now! Back to drills and rope running and bump taking and so on and so forth yes?”
It takes a few more minutes before the students all make their way back and try to put the sheer absurdity they witnessed out of their minds. As they all get back to what they were doing prior to the interruption, Drake and Penelope begin scouting, walking around the various rings, watching the students busting their butts. Penelope talks with Drake as they walk.
Penelope:” I don’t know Drake. None of these people are...calling to me.”
Drake: “Not to overstep my bounds but, does it really matter?”
Penelope: “I want to put on a show Mr Hemingway, not put the kids to sleep. I need someone who at least looks like they could be a challenge.”
He nods and begins watching again before his attention is drawn to a smaller ring away from the rest. Inside of which is a woman who is using a punching bag and performing release German suplexes with it. Her grunts start to cut through the noise as she does one after another, the strain evident on her face.
Drake: “Someone like her perhaps?”
Drake points and Penelope follows his finger towards the woman, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Penelope: “Indeed Mr Hemingway…come to mama…”
She whispers under her breath as they make a beeline over to where the woman is now doing military press slams with the weighty bag. Her bright red hair and solid, well-muscled frame made her stand out even more from the rest of the students in the center. Penelope watches as the woman grabs the bag, and straining with effort, hoists it above her head with her arms fully extended before letting it drop unceremoniously to the mat. Penelope claps her hands, getting the young woman's attention as she turns, wiping the sweat from her face.
Penelope: “Impressive my dear, how very impressive!”
Bia: “Thanks.”
Penelope: “Pardon the interruption but, would I be able to have a word with you Ms?”
Bia: “Name’s Bia love.”
Penelope: “Ms Bia.”
Bia: “No not Ms Bia…just Bia.”
Penelope: ”Ah. Another member of the singular ring name club it would seem, Mr Hemingway. Penelope…future Last Woman Standing.”
She laughs as she extends her up away from her as the physical specimen of a woman walks over and leans out through the ropes. She grabs Penelope’s hand in a firm handshake, bits of sweat dripping down onto Penelope who goes to let go but realizes she can’t.
Bia: “Pleasure. Now uh, ya wanna get ta the point, Halloween Barbie?”
Her thick Australian accent does little to hide her annoyance at the interruption as she lets go of the handshake. Penelope wipes the bits of her sweat off as best she can before replying. Penelope's own annoyance at her flippant attitude starts to show.
Penelope: “I’m here to offer you a chance to go one-on-one with me. There’s going to be a Make-A-Wish charity event held soon and I’d like you to be the one I take on. Give the kids a show and all that.”
Penelope hops up onto the apron, quickly realizing the woman was a few inches taller and a good thirty pounds heavier. Thirty sounds of solid muscle judging by the solidness of her arms, legs, and shoulders. Penelope has a split second of hesitation but quickly pushes it out of her mind.
Penelope: “Look at the sad sacks around you young lady…I could have picked them, but I want you. I want you because I can tell you won’t be a pushover. You’ve got something…and it’s something I want, inside that ring. Opportunities like this don’t come around very often Bia…”
The intense young woman pauses, nodding once, knowing Penelope’s statements were true. This could be huge, and everyone in here had been hoping they’d get picked.
Bia:”Yeah, look love…no need to go blowin’ some up my arse okay? You want me to put on a show for ya? Ya got it, but I ain’t layin’ down for ya darl’.”
Penelope smirks.
Penelope: “Is that so?”
Bia nods with a wide smile, her teeth showing like a predator eyeing down a kill.
Bia: “Fuckin’ oath it is…I’ma break you in two.”
Penelope pats her on the shoulder, before wiping the sweat on her pant leg.
Penelope: “Good…good. You’re a pushy young woman, but I like that. You bring every bit of what you’ve got, and we'll be just fine. Just remember…it isn’t personal.”
Penelope steps back through the ropes as Bia watches her and Drake.
Bia: “We done?”
Penelope nods as she hops down and returns to stand with Drake as Bia meanwhile goes back to the bag. She hoists it up on her shoulder and starts doing powerslams as Penelope stands and admires her hard work with the smirk still on her face.
Inside the large main area which housed multiple wrestling rings, the previously occupied rookies were left in awe as smack bang in the middle of the room, a purplish hue began to manifest. One by one each of them all stopped and stood, mouths agape as the purple blob in mid-air began to grow bigger and bigger, until it was almost seven feet in height and about five feet wide. They all quickly jump out of the various rings they were in, scrambling back against the wall as two shapes appear from within…whatever the heck this was. A moment later two people appear from within. One, a tall, foreboding man with stiff body language and an intense air about him. The second, a woman, almost a foot shorter dressed all in black who was easily the more relaxed of the two.
Penelope:” Can you believe we were on the Titanic?! I mean, the actual Titanic?! That was insane Mr Hemingway, don’t you agree?”
Drake Hemingway: “Indeed. It was quite the evening…pity about the staff though. A dreadful fate that…freezing to death in the ocean.”
Penelope: “Mm. Watching them go about their business…not even having a clue what was going to happen. Shame nobody did something about that.”
Penelope grins in her devilish way as she looks up at Drake who rolls his eyes. The portal through which they walked slowly diminished behind the pair.
Drake: “Because of course, you did.”
Penelope: “What? So, I may have written a note in lipstick on one of the ladies' bathroom mirrors detailing the exact date and time the ship might happen to run afoul of an iceberg.”
Drake: “What has Mr Buchanan told you about altering the course of history?”
Penelope: “ Oh, Eli never likes to have any fun. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Drake: “What’s the worst that could-”
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose as Penelope looks rather nonplussed about the entire situation.
Drake: “They literally did an episode on the TV show Supernatural detailing exactly what would happen. Everyone still dies Penelope…just instead of the passengers it was all the descendants who should never have been born.”
Penelope: “And you think that because you saw it on some ridiculous TV show, that aired on the CW I might add, that it somehow would be what happens now?”
Drake: “You know what, I-”
He goes to continue before pausing, the movements of the wrestlers slowly walking away from the walls catching his attention. He gently nudges Penelope who turns, remembering why they were there to begin with as she begins eyeing all the potential opponents.
Penelope: “Aren’t you all meant to be…doing something? If you wanted to make a good impression on one of the biggest attractions in this entire event, you aren’t doing a very good job.”
She watches, the students still shocked by what they saw. Penelope realizes the fact a second later, waving her arms as she laughs.
Penelope: ”What? That? Don’t tell me none of you have ever traveled by temporal displacement spell before?”
Crickets.
Penelope: “None of you?”
She looks up at Drake who’s eyes have been bouncing between the students, whispering under her breath.
Penelope: “Can you say sheltered?”
She giggles to herself before continuing, clapping her hands.
Penelope: “Quickly now! Back to drills and rope running and bump taking and so on and so forth yes?”
It takes a few more minutes before the students all make their way back and try to put the sheer absurdity they witnessed out of their minds. As they all get back to what they were doing prior to the interruption, Drake and Penelope begin scouting, walking around the various rings, watching the students busting their butts. Penelope talks with Drake as they walk.
Penelope:” I don’t know Drake. None of these people are...calling to me.”
Drake: “Not to overstep my bounds but, does it really matter?”
Penelope: “I want to put on a show Mr Hemingway, not put the kids to sleep. I need someone who at least looks like they could be a challenge.”
He nods and begins watching again before his attention is drawn to a smaller ring away from the rest. Inside of which is a woman who is using a punching bag and performing release German suplexes with it. Her grunts start to cut through the noise as she does one after another, the strain evident on her face.
Drake: “Someone like her perhaps?”
Drake points and Penelope follows his finger towards the woman, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Penelope: “Indeed Mr Hemingway…come to mama…”
She whispers under her breath as they make a beeline over to where the woman is now doing military press slams with the weighty bag. Her bright red hair and solid, well-muscled frame made her stand out even more from the rest of the students in the center. Penelope watches as the woman grabs the bag, and straining with effort, hoists it above her head with her arms fully extended before letting it drop unceremoniously to the mat. Penelope claps her hands, getting the young woman's attention as she turns, wiping the sweat from her face.
Penelope: “Impressive my dear, how very impressive!”
Bia: “Thanks.”
Penelope: “Pardon the interruption but, would I be able to have a word with you Ms?”
Bia: “Name’s Bia love.”
Penelope: “Ms Bia.”
Bia: “No not Ms Bia…just Bia.”
Penelope: ”Ah. Another member of the singular ring name club it would seem, Mr Hemingway. Penelope…future Last Woman Standing.”
She laughs as she extends her up away from her as the physical specimen of a woman walks over and leans out through the ropes. She grabs Penelope’s hand in a firm handshake, bits of sweat dripping down onto Penelope who goes to let go but realizes she can’t.
Bia: “Pleasure. Now uh, ya wanna get ta the point, Halloween Barbie?”
Her thick Australian accent does little to hide her annoyance at the interruption as she lets go of the handshake. Penelope wipes the bits of her sweat off as best she can before replying. Penelope's own annoyance at her flippant attitude starts to show.
Penelope: “I’m here to offer you a chance to go one-on-one with me. There’s going to be a Make-A-Wish charity event held soon and I’d like you to be the one I take on. Give the kids a show and all that.”
Penelope hops up onto the apron, quickly realizing the woman was a few inches taller and a good thirty pounds heavier. Thirty sounds of solid muscle judging by the solidness of her arms, legs, and shoulders. Penelope has a split second of hesitation but quickly pushes it out of her mind.
Penelope: “Look at the sad sacks around you young lady…I could have picked them, but I want you. I want you because I can tell you won’t be a pushover. You’ve got something…and it’s something I want, inside that ring. Opportunities like this don’t come around very often Bia…”
The intense young woman pauses, nodding once, knowing Penelope’s statements were true. This could be huge, and everyone in here had been hoping they’d get picked.
Bia:”Yeah, look love…no need to go blowin’ some up my arse okay? You want me to put on a show for ya? Ya got it, but I ain’t layin’ down for ya darl’.”
Penelope smirks.
Penelope: “Is that so?”
Bia nods with a wide smile, her teeth showing like a predator eyeing down a kill.
Bia: “Fuckin’ oath it is…I’ma break you in two.”
Penelope pats her on the shoulder, before wiping the sweat on her pant leg.
Penelope: “Good…good. You’re a pushy young woman, but I like that. You bring every bit of what you’ve got, and we'll be just fine. Just remember…it isn’t personal.”
Penelope steps back through the ropes as Bia watches her and Drake.
Bia: “We done?”
Penelope nods as she hops down and returns to stand with Drake as Bia meanwhile goes back to the bag. She hoists it up on her shoulder and starts doing powerslams as Penelope stands and admires her hard work with the smirk still on her face.