Post by Caitlyn Storm on Nov 18, 2016 22:25:38 GMT -5
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“I just don’t understand Michael, where did we go wrong?” The woman’s voice trembled from the tears that threatened to fall, as she spoke.
Without looking at his wife Michael passed the plain white envelope with the initials CRW in the corner, through his fingers. “I really don’t know Sara. We’ve given her everything. Maybe this is the teenage rebellion that never appeared, perhaps she is simply a late bloomer.”
A single tear escaped from Sara’s eye and rolled slowly down her perfectly made up cheek, streaking her tanned coloured foundation in the process. “She must hate us but I just don’t understand why.”
“See now Caitlyn, you’ve made your mother cry. Stop this nonsense at once, your poor mother’s nerves can’t take it.” Michael placed his hand on his wife’s shoulder in what, in appearance at least, should have been a comforting gesture but the awkward way it rested there limply conveyed no emotion beyond the robotic gesture.
Across the room, sitting so still that she could almost be mistaken for a statute was it not for the slow steady rise and fall of her chest with each breath, Caitlyn mumbled something so quietly that had her lips not moved, it wouldn’t have been believed to be anything more than a gentle breeze.
In contrast her father’s sigh and accompanying words boomed through the almost museum-like lounge. “How many times Caitlyn, don’t mumble. You’re an educated young woman, act and speak like one.”
“Dad, please don’t shout. I’m not trying to hurt you or Mum but please hear me out, this is really important to me.” Although her words were still quiet and her voice held a small tremor, her face showed a steely determination. “This isn’t something I’m doing to hurt you, I really want this, I want to be a wrestler, I’ve worked hard and I could be good…..I could be really good. Please just listen.”
Sara’s tears stopped as she looked into her daughter’s pleading eyes. The desperation radiated across the room and hit her in waves, she knew her daughter; she knew Caitlyn wasn’t a fly by night kind of girl and the young girl that had once sat upon her knee patiently while she plaited her hair, was now a fine young woman. The least they could do was hear her out. Placing her hand on Michael’s arm before he could speak she smiled reassuringly across to Caitlyn. “Of course we’ll listen to you, my darling.”
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On Camera
The Beauty of our Dreams
18th November 2016
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The silence was deafening in the seemingly empty, semi dilapidated gym space; a pin could very well have been heard had it been dropped to the grey carpet tiled floor. The slow rhythmic breathing of someone just outside of shot becomes audible but instead of helping to diminish the silence it instead makes it all the more palpable.
“Everybody has a dream.”
The soft feminine voice comes through almost melodically in the quiet scene.
“Some people dream of fortune; some dream of fame; me….I dream of being the best I can possibly be.”
The camera pans around to see an athletic, pretty blonde sitting on a weights bench; her gaze drifting out across the empty space in front of her.
“When I was a little girl, my mother and father always told me that I could be ANYTHING I wanted to be and I believed them. I took their simple words and etched them on my very soul. The thought that I could be anything; do anything; achieve anything is the one core ideal that has seen me through my life so far.
When I decide I want to achieve a goal; meet my targets; reach my dreams, I put 110% of myself into doing whatever I need to, to get me to where I need and want to be.
Mind
Heart
Body
Soul
Every particle of my being goes towards pushing myself to the very limits. There are no half measures if you truly want to succeed."
The blonde turns to face the camera, showing her to be the rookie wrestler recently signed to Code Red Wrestling, Caitlyn Storm.
“I felt the rush of adrenaline the second I watched my very first wrestling match. That feeling; the buzz of excitement; the almost electric atmosphere as these talented and athletic men and women seemed to fly around the ring. Throwing their bodies around with seemingly no regard for their own safety, all to entertain the crowd and the crowd… oh boy the crowd loved every second. I remember watching them with such awe thinking that these people must be some kind of super humans. I mean surely no normal person could do the things they were doing...could they?
I became almost obsessed with finding out; I searched out every piece of information I could find on wrestling…. Believe me, there is a lot of information out there. When I found out that I could do it...me...Caitlyn Storm, I couldn’t believe it. I felt like all my Christmases had come at once. I decided then and there that I would give everything I had to make that dream a reality.
I spent two years training; practising and perfecting as many holds, throws and counters as I possibly could. I was a sponge, soaking up every little piece of knowledge I could get my hands on.”
The beaming smile on Caitlyn’s face shows her excitement and almost childlike wonderment at the whole thing.
“The last two years have flown past so fast but they do say that time flies when you’re having fun. It is really true what they say, find a job you love and you’ll never work a day in your life… despite the blood, sweat and tears that has brought me here, I have loved every single tiny second of it. I’ve worn every bruise with pride, knowing that each one was getting me one step closer to achieving my dream.
Now in two days time I take the first step of the new mountain I have to climb. My very first match. I’m still pinching myself to check that I’m not asleep. I get to climb the steps, step between the ropes and set foot on the canvas of that hallowed squared circle… I’m still not sure why it’s called that, but it sounds good, so I’ll go with it.”
Caitlyn shrugs slightly still trying to work her mind around why anyone would call a square a circle.
“Wait… I think I just got it… it’s because it’s a ring but a square one… right? That must be it.”
She slaps her thigh looking thoroughly pleased with herself.
“That’s brilliant.. but I really should stay on topic, Where was I? Oh yes, my very first match. On November 20th I enter the ring with two other women to participate in a triple threat match. Hannah Vogul and Ellie Rae… and me Caitlyn Storm.
When I first completed my initial training I was advised far and wide to always research my opponents; learn everything I can about them. Research them, watch tapes of past matches, anything you can to learn their styles and learn about them. I’ve tried… I really have."
Caitlyn’s smile drops slightly looking disappointed with herself.
“The only thing I could really find is that Hannah, you’re new to wrestling too… Ellie, you are a complete mystery, I couldn’t find anything on you.
Despite my fruitless search it won’t change the fact that the three of us are going to go head to head and I don’t know about you ladies but I’m excited. I can’t wait to put my training into practice and give the fans a match to remember.”
Her smile returns as she looks directly into the camera.
“It’s time for me to stop following my dream and start living it!”
The scene fades to black.
Off Camera
Storm Household, New York
1st November 2016
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“I just don’t understand Michael, where did we go wrong?” The woman’s voice trembled from the tears that threatened to fall, as she spoke.
Without looking at his wife Michael passed the plain white envelope with the initials CRW in the corner, through his fingers. “I really don’t know Sara. We’ve given her everything. Maybe this is the teenage rebellion that never appeared, perhaps she is simply a late bloomer.”
A single tear escaped from Sara’s eye and rolled slowly down her perfectly made up cheek, streaking her tanned coloured foundation in the process. “She must hate us but I just don’t understand why.”
“See now Caitlyn, you’ve made your mother cry. Stop this nonsense at once, your poor mother’s nerves can’t take it.” Michael placed his hand on his wife’s shoulder in what, in appearance at least, should have been a comforting gesture but the awkward way it rested there limply conveyed no emotion beyond the robotic gesture.
Across the room, sitting so still that she could almost be mistaken for a statute was it not for the slow steady rise and fall of her chest with each breath, Caitlyn mumbled something so quietly that had her lips not moved, it wouldn’t have been believed to be anything more than a gentle breeze.
In contrast her father’s sigh and accompanying words boomed through the almost museum-like lounge. “How many times Caitlyn, don’t mumble. You’re an educated young woman, act and speak like one.”
“Dad, please don’t shout. I’m not trying to hurt you or Mum but please hear me out, this is really important to me.” Although her words were still quiet and her voice held a small tremor, her face showed a steely determination. “This isn’t something I’m doing to hurt you, I really want this, I want to be a wrestler, I’ve worked hard and I could be good…..I could be really good. Please just listen.”
Sara’s tears stopped as she looked into her daughter’s pleading eyes. The desperation radiated across the room and hit her in waves, she knew her daughter; she knew Caitlyn wasn’t a fly by night kind of girl and the young girl that had once sat upon her knee patiently while she plaited her hair, was now a fine young woman. The least they could do was hear her out. Placing her hand on Michael’s arm before he could speak she smiled reassuringly across to Caitlyn. “Of course we’ll listen to you, my darling.”
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On Camera
The Beauty of our Dreams
18th November 2016
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The Future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt
The silence was deafening in the seemingly empty, semi dilapidated gym space; a pin could very well have been heard had it been dropped to the grey carpet tiled floor. The slow rhythmic breathing of someone just outside of shot becomes audible but instead of helping to diminish the silence it instead makes it all the more palpable.
“Everybody has a dream.”
The soft feminine voice comes through almost melodically in the quiet scene.
“Some people dream of fortune; some dream of fame; me….I dream of being the best I can possibly be.”
The camera pans around to see an athletic, pretty blonde sitting on a weights bench; her gaze drifting out across the empty space in front of her.
“When I was a little girl, my mother and father always told me that I could be ANYTHING I wanted to be and I believed them. I took their simple words and etched them on my very soul. The thought that I could be anything; do anything; achieve anything is the one core ideal that has seen me through my life so far.
When I decide I want to achieve a goal; meet my targets; reach my dreams, I put 110% of myself into doing whatever I need to, to get me to where I need and want to be.
Mind
Heart
Body
Soul
Every particle of my being goes towards pushing myself to the very limits. There are no half measures if you truly want to succeed."
The blonde turns to face the camera, showing her to be the rookie wrestler recently signed to Code Red Wrestling, Caitlyn Storm.
“I felt the rush of adrenaline the second I watched my very first wrestling match. That feeling; the buzz of excitement; the almost electric atmosphere as these talented and athletic men and women seemed to fly around the ring. Throwing their bodies around with seemingly no regard for their own safety, all to entertain the crowd and the crowd… oh boy the crowd loved every second. I remember watching them with such awe thinking that these people must be some kind of super humans. I mean surely no normal person could do the things they were doing...could they?
I became almost obsessed with finding out; I searched out every piece of information I could find on wrestling…. Believe me, there is a lot of information out there. When I found out that I could do it...me...Caitlyn Storm, I couldn’t believe it. I felt like all my Christmases had come at once. I decided then and there that I would give everything I had to make that dream a reality.
I spent two years training; practising and perfecting as many holds, throws and counters as I possibly could. I was a sponge, soaking up every little piece of knowledge I could get my hands on.”
The beaming smile on Caitlyn’s face shows her excitement and almost childlike wonderment at the whole thing.
“The last two years have flown past so fast but they do say that time flies when you’re having fun. It is really true what they say, find a job you love and you’ll never work a day in your life… despite the blood, sweat and tears that has brought me here, I have loved every single tiny second of it. I’ve worn every bruise with pride, knowing that each one was getting me one step closer to achieving my dream.
Now in two days time I take the first step of the new mountain I have to climb. My very first match. I’m still pinching myself to check that I’m not asleep. I get to climb the steps, step between the ropes and set foot on the canvas of that hallowed squared circle… I’m still not sure why it’s called that, but it sounds good, so I’ll go with it.”
Caitlyn shrugs slightly still trying to work her mind around why anyone would call a square a circle.
“Wait… I think I just got it… it’s because it’s a ring but a square one… right? That must be it.”
She slaps her thigh looking thoroughly pleased with herself.
“That’s brilliant.. but I really should stay on topic, Where was I? Oh yes, my very first match. On November 20th I enter the ring with two other women to participate in a triple threat match. Hannah Vogul and Ellie Rae… and me Caitlyn Storm.
When I first completed my initial training I was advised far and wide to always research my opponents; learn everything I can about them. Research them, watch tapes of past matches, anything you can to learn their styles and learn about them. I’ve tried… I really have."
Caitlyn’s smile drops slightly looking disappointed with herself.
“The only thing I could really find is that Hannah, you’re new to wrestling too… Ellie, you are a complete mystery, I couldn’t find anything on you.
Despite my fruitless search it won’t change the fact that the three of us are going to go head to head and I don’t know about you ladies but I’m excited. I can’t wait to put my training into practice and give the fans a match to remember.”
Her smile returns as she looks directly into the camera.
“It’s time for me to stop following my dream and start living it!”
The scene fades to black.