Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2020 8:22:24 GMT -7
FURY ROAD #1
2/4/2020
TANNERY ROW ALE HOUSE
BUFORD, GA
MOXIE GILLETTE VS TRACY DIXON
She looked at the advertisement again, It did not make her feel any better, any better at all.
Tracy Dixon was someone who had all her life dreamed of being a professional wrestler, who had hoped and wished that this was something she could do for a living even when she was wrestling those horrible shows where nobody took her the least bit serious. Where her presence was more of a joke and the promoters figured if they paid for her that gave them some sort of a hands on discounts and VIP privileges..it was not the time for #MeToo movements and such and to be honest, some things were just different. It was not an excuse and Tracy was the last person in the world who would think any less of any of the other people who went through the same and worse during their lives, through business or otherwise.
Yet now, when she was finally going places, assuming she was finally going to move up to something better. Getting a chance to be part of Southern Rebel Wrestling she had noticed a whole new obstacle: She didn’t really win matches. Try as she might and no matter how much she trained and how hard she worked to get better the end result usually was the same. Tracy Dixon was on the losing side of things, short end of the stick and whatever else you would like to call it.
Pity parties would not help anyone, this was not something you could just cry “foul” on and have it changed, Life was the way it was and you would have to stick through it, “shit or get off the pot” as the old folks used to say back in the day.
Associating with Wendy House was something Tracy thought could change things, that being friends with Wendy she too would be something great. House however was someone different from anyone Tracy had ever known, she was beyond quirky. Lil’ Miss Wendy was more than an odd duck. She understood however how wrestling worked. She was a hall of famer, a legend or as close to a legend as Tracy had ever gotten for sure and yet, despite Wendy’s unconventional ways of teaching her rules of the ring and ways of the squared circle..Tracy just didn’t seem to get it.
No matter what type of the match was or how many opponents she faced, Dixon had trouble with them. But her luck had to change sometime, a sun shines on a dog’s ass at least once a day as they say..or maybe the even broken clock is right at least twice a day would be even better. Two wins now and then would be better than just one. If she just kept going, if she kept doing her best, training, working out and preparing herself psychologically she too could be one of the better ones, one of those who won and achieved things, who got praise and cheers..one of the “good ones” for a change, right?
Now she had a whole new kind of opponent Moxie Gillette, A woman who knew magic, who was from Las Vegas and not a small place like Harlan County, Kentucky. Tracy didn’t like googling people but she was curious about a name like Moxie’s and on the SRW website the info on her made her seem like the type of person who didn’t want to hurt anyone. Moxie wasn’t one of those women who thrived on the destruction and torment of others. She knew magic tricks, came out to delight the crowd and together with her Tracy could help bring some smiles to people’s faces. If the two of them could not be friends maybe Moxie could teach her a trick or two? If not pulling a rabbit out of the hat then at least some card tricks, something she could later teach House and impress her. Wendy had tried to train and teach her so hard about this wrestling thing, maybe after the match and if her and Moxie got along well enough Tracy could finally teach something back to Wendy.
It would not be an easy match, these things never got easier because no two opponents were the same and even if you faced someone who you had wrestled before there was no guarantee that they would be the same way anymore. They evolved, progressed and changed, to different directions but there was progress. So surely Tracy Dixon had been doing better too. She’d have a bunch of matches in SRW and maybe she just did not notice her own progress because she focused on the wrong things.
..maybe this was the best illusion of them all that clouded her vision and impared her understanding of the bigger picture. She wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t bad at what she did. There were women who were meaner than her, who were worse than her in this business, she would not give up and become one of them. One of those women who would always find someone else to blame, how every shortcoming in their life in and out of the ring was someone else’s fault. Tracy Dixon had not come all this way and made all those sacrifices just to give up now.
This match against Moxie Gillette
would be magical.