Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2019 7:16:19 GMT -7
(Off Camera)
“Sunday Morning Coming Down”
Atlanta, Georgia.
October 27th 2019
There was something almost religious going to the gym on a Sunday morning, others had to go to church services to get their fix of security and inner peace, but for Tracy Dixon, early morning workout was fitting and important start to a day just like a hefty breakfast. She looked around and saw no one, the brilliance of modern gyms was that you didn’t need staff members to let you in or watch you. Card readers are a blessing. Not a soul here and no blaring music tearing up one’s eardrums.
She smiled, letting her headphones dangle around the neck and started doing some squats when…
“Youz gonna need to do mowe than squats if yous think you can affect to that bum”
Tracy:”...no fucking way. House..”
She stops, turning around looking at the petite woman smirking at her.
Tracy: “How the fuck did you get in here?”
Webdy: “Through ze door, how did you think dummy?!”
Tracy:”This is a members only gym, Wendy you can’t just barge in here.”
She giggled.
Wendy:” Yous is a member though and we are friends, this is a mez trial. Besides, you look like you could use some help.”
The Kentuckian rolled her eyes.
Tracy:”Help? From YOU?..I don’t think so. You here to make some more fat jokes at me send them through twitter or something. I gotta get back to training.”
House shook her head.
Wendy:”Well if mez started to talk to you about nutwitiion we’d be here all day and mez miss the Simpsons mawathon on the telly, so nope. Mez just figuwed that I could help you with yousr wrasslins, friends do that kinda stuffz and not everyone has a hall of farmer famer as a fwiend anyway, you should be grateful.”
Dixon’s face was unimpressed.
Tracy: “Oh yeah, I’m bursting with pride. Besides the last time we were in the ring I caught a loss and you were yelling at me over a cake..not necessarily a friendly thing to do.”
House took a serious face, putting a palm on Dixon’s shoulder.
Wendy: “Twacy, mez is your fwiend and while you don’t mind me being blunt you are kinda swollen..”
Tracy: …
Wendy: “Like a blimp, A GOODYEAR BLIMP.”
Tracy:..
Wendy: “You know what mez mean right? Those big things that fly in the sky..”
Tracy: ..”oh yeah, get on with your point or I’ll send you flying.”
House seemed shocked.
Wendy: “No need to be angwy, mez here to help you. No wonder you have no fwiends besides da house”
Tracy: “I have friends..”
Wendy: “Yeah? Where? Me sees nobody? They hiding behind you?”
She peeks around Dixon.
Wendy: “Nope, no fwiends..lying is not nice.”
Dixon was starting to lose her patience along with the beauty of this quiet Sunday morning.
Tracy: “Look, House..”
Wendy: “Pwease, call me Wendy, we gal pals nao!”
Tracy: “..Wendy. I really gotta train. I got this match against Jennifer Williams on Tuesday and I haven’t got a single win since I debuted on Southern Rebel Wrestling so..”
Wendy: “Oh yeah, mez knows, but all that is gonna change nao!”
Tracy: “..yeah?”
Wendy: “oooooh yyyyeaaaah, yous gonna become a winner. ‘Cause ones yous down with da houze, you won’t lose.”
Tracy: “Wendy..you’ve lost more than I have.”
Wendy: “Nope.”
Tracy: “What?”
Wendy: “Mez can’t lose.”
Tracy: “Why?”
Wendy: “You wanna know why?”
Tracy: “I did ask didn’t I?”
Wendy: “You did.”
Tracy: “So..”
Wendy: “So what?”
Tracy: “Why can’t you lose Wendy?”
Wendy: “Oh, because I can’t it’s impossible.”
Tracy: “...and why is that?”
Wendy: “Why is what?”
Her new “friend” takes a deep breath. Before bellowing out.
Tracy: “WHY CAN’T YOU LOSE WENDY?! WHY IS IT IMPOSSIBLE?!?”
Wendy: “OOOOHH!”
She leans in close, unfazed by Tracy’s anger like letting her in on a huge secret. Whispering softly.
Wendy: “Because da house always wins..”
Tracy: “Bullshit.”
Wendy. “Nu-uh they say so in Vegas, gotta be truth dot com. You know Vegas right?”
Tracy: “..yeah.”
Wendy: “It’s this city they built in the middle of the desert with a lot of money, tehy call it Las Vegas, me’s seen it on the telly and can even find it on a map.”
Tracy: “I’m impressed you can find your way out of a room..”
Wendy: “Oh me’s clever! Like Einstein of exploring. Besides, just because me is special doesn’t mean me can’t help.”
With a moment of pondering Tracy gets a sly smirk on her face.
Tracy: “You sure can, say Wendy, could you help me?”
House nods eagerly.
Wendy: “Yup, whatchu need fwiend?”
Tracy: “Get the hell away from me..”
House frowns, her lip starts to quiver, eyes water up.
Wendy: “..youz is mean, Me is trying to be a fwiend and all you do is be mean…”
Tracy: “Look..Wendy..I didn’t mean to..”
But it was too late, the water works were on and House shrieks out.
Wendy: “BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAA”
Uncontrollable crying, sobbing and sniffling went on Tracy was sure if anyone walked in on them now it would not end up good.
Tracy: “Awww come on Wendy, I didn’t mean it..”
Wendy: “YES YOU DID, YOU WERE MEAN TO MEEEEE”~
Tracy: “I’m sorry, look just please stop crying..”
Wendy: “NOOOOO! CAN’T STOP, WON’T STOP BWAAAAAAAAAAAA”
This was going nowhere. Dixon was getting depserate.
Tracy: “What would get you to stop crying?”
Wendy: “BEEEE MY FWIEEEEEND~”
Tracy: “Okay.”
Wendy: “WHAAAAT?!~”
Tracy: “Okay, I’ll be your friend.”
The crying stopped in an instant and House looked at Dixon.
Wendy: “Fo realzies?”
Dixon nodded.
Wendy: “Kewl!”
Soon enough the two new friends were doing series of training reps on different equipment. Well Tracy was and House was basically there yelling at her to push harder. When Dixon sat there out of breath glistening with sweat and gulping down water she turned to House.
Tracy: “Hey Wendy..”
Wendy: “Yeah?”
Tracy: “Why don’t you train?”
House chuckles.
Wendy: “Oh those who don’t have talent train. Me’s a legend. Mez already got talent, knowledge and experience but mez no brag about it and hide it well you see.”
Tracy: “Yeah, you sure do all that..okay then Miss Legend, miss Hall of famer. What can you tell me about Jennifer Williams?”
Wendy: “Secwets.”
Tracy: “Oh do tell?”
Wendy: “Nope.”
Tracy: “What?!”
Wendy: “Not for free.”
Dixon frowns.
Tracy: “I thought we were friends?”
Wendy: “We are, but diz be biznizz. Mez didn’t get to be a legend by giving things out for free.”
That actually brought a smile on Dixon’s face.
Tracy: “Oh you little hustler you, Well game gotta respect game. What would you want?”
Wendy: “Cake.”
Tracy: “..YOU CAN’T HAVE CAKE?! IF THIS ABOUT THAT DAMN CAKE AGAIN I’M PUTTING YOU THROUGH A WALL!”
Wendy: “Well you can’t have one..yous fat enough, besides, yous gotta match. Mez not booked, I can eat all the cake I want!”
Tracy: “..now who’s being mean?”
Wendy: “Mez got to be mean, it’s the only way you rookies learn, they call it tough love. You know what that is right?”
Tracy: “I guess..”
House leans in and hugs her new pal.
Wendy: “Mez loves you fwiend..now go get me some cake and I’ll tell you about Jennyfur Williams..”
Dixon gets up, walking towards the door as she slams it shut House sits there chuckling to herself.
Wendy: “See..now mez getting back the cake you ate before. Stoopid Twacy, told you da houze always wins!”