Post by Rachel Redding on Jun 9, 2017 19:51:11 GMT -5
Settle in on a shot of Rachel Redding, laid out on a lounger next to a pool. Santa Barbara, California is the location, specifically in Rachel’s fairly recently acquired abode. She's not looking at the camera, at least, not that we can tell; sunglasses block her eyes from being seen, and she's dressed in a plain white swimsuit. Without looking at the camera, she begins addressing it.
"It's nice, every once in awhile, to take a day for myself. A day to relax, maybe get in a light workout...just a day off. Off from the hectic travel schedules, off from the wear and tear of the wrestling ring, off from the inane ramblings of everyone on Twitter. After all, I've been a busy lady."
Rachel tilts her head slightly toward the camera, enough to tell she's looking at it now, though the sunglasses continue to obstruct sight of her eyes.
"Just since the last Hype, since the last time I stepped in front of a WGC camera and ended the all too long career of Brandy Cognac, I've…"
She counts them off on her fingers as she goes.
"Won the California Cup, representing WCG.
Had a title match against the SAP Heavyweight Champion.
Entered and won a battle royal for contendership to the Hollywood Pro Women’s Title.
Won a tournament to represent WCG at one of the biggest shows of the year, WrestleForce...during which I beat you, Danni.
Went to the finals of the Hollywood Pro Queen of California Tournament.
Competed for the World Crown Syndicate International Title.
And competed in 15 total matches in countless cities and states, plus Canada. Now what…"
Rachel finally reaches up, slightly lowering the shades, in order to cast a contemptible glance at the camera.
"...exactly have you been doing in this time, Danni? See, for me? This is a day off; like I said, relaxation, a brief workout, maybe a trip to the beach with a friend. For you? You've spent every day like this. Every day, answering inane questions from Ask.fm; expensive trips to exotic locales where you party and drink; taking pictures in bikinis with dogs...and your pets, too."
Rachel sits up now, pushing her sunglasses back up onto her face. There's a slight sneer in her mouth as she continues.
"See, I make the statement that I'm the Hardest Working Wrestler in the World, and it's not hyperbole. It's nothing but truth, not because I have the desire to be the best. Everyone has the desire to be the best in wrestling; every single person in the WCG or Redemption locker room desires it, or they wouldn't be in this sport. Me? I have the drive to be the best. I have what all these part timers, people like you, who are content to have your one little match every month, maybe occasionally represent WCG in a tournament like the AFI, make a token appearance and lose in the first round, and spend the rest of your time posing as a wrestler, what they don't. I want to be the best, so I go everywhere. I fight everyone. And when you're still taking selfies and vacations, I'll be on top of the professional wrestling world."
Rachel shakes her head, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"I have what so many in WCG don't have. I have a killer instinct. One that is only starting to show itself, like it did last month against Cognac. This isn't some great unleashing on you though, Danni. I don't plan on treating you like I did Cognac, because unlike her, you at least plan on showing up. But where you see a match, and want to look ahead to the...South Bay Championship...I see an opportunity. A win over you means another notch in my win column. A win over you means I'm on to bigger and better things than the South Bay title. Because that? Your reaction to its reveal, your excitement about being in the inaugural title match? It's just another point that separates you and me, Danni. You're content with that, maybe you're content to team up with your boyfriend and go after a hypothetical tag team title. Me? I don't rest until I take my spot, the one at the top, the one holding the WCG West Coast Title, and then on to even bigger and better things, while you...again...remain content with where you are."
Rachel lays back down on the lounger, again looking away from the camera.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to enjoy my Average Danni LeBlanc Day. After all, tomorrow I've got to get back to real work."
Rachel raises a hand to shoo the camera away before grabbing a glass of tea seated next to her, taking a long sip from it as the camera fades out.
"It's nice, every once in awhile, to take a day for myself. A day to relax, maybe get in a light workout...just a day off. Off from the hectic travel schedules, off from the wear and tear of the wrestling ring, off from the inane ramblings of everyone on Twitter. After all, I've been a busy lady."
Rachel tilts her head slightly toward the camera, enough to tell she's looking at it now, though the sunglasses continue to obstruct sight of her eyes.
"Just since the last Hype, since the last time I stepped in front of a WGC camera and ended the all too long career of Brandy Cognac, I've…"
She counts them off on her fingers as she goes.
"Won the California Cup, representing WCG.
Had a title match against the SAP Heavyweight Champion.
Entered and won a battle royal for contendership to the Hollywood Pro Women’s Title.
Won a tournament to represent WCG at one of the biggest shows of the year, WrestleForce...during which I beat you, Danni.
Went to the finals of the Hollywood Pro Queen of California Tournament.
Competed for the World Crown Syndicate International Title.
And competed in 15 total matches in countless cities and states, plus Canada. Now what…"
Rachel finally reaches up, slightly lowering the shades, in order to cast a contemptible glance at the camera.
"...exactly have you been doing in this time, Danni? See, for me? This is a day off; like I said, relaxation, a brief workout, maybe a trip to the beach with a friend. For you? You've spent every day like this. Every day, answering inane questions from Ask.fm; expensive trips to exotic locales where you party and drink; taking pictures in bikinis with dogs...and your pets, too."
Rachel sits up now, pushing her sunglasses back up onto her face. There's a slight sneer in her mouth as she continues.
"See, I make the statement that I'm the Hardest Working Wrestler in the World, and it's not hyperbole. It's nothing but truth, not because I have the desire to be the best. Everyone has the desire to be the best in wrestling; every single person in the WCG or Redemption locker room desires it, or they wouldn't be in this sport. Me? I have the drive to be the best. I have what all these part timers, people like you, who are content to have your one little match every month, maybe occasionally represent WCG in a tournament like the AFI, make a token appearance and lose in the first round, and spend the rest of your time posing as a wrestler, what they don't. I want to be the best, so I go everywhere. I fight everyone. And when you're still taking selfies and vacations, I'll be on top of the professional wrestling world."
Rachel shakes her head, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"I have what so many in WCG don't have. I have a killer instinct. One that is only starting to show itself, like it did last month against Cognac. This isn't some great unleashing on you though, Danni. I don't plan on treating you like I did Cognac, because unlike her, you at least plan on showing up. But where you see a match, and want to look ahead to the...South Bay Championship...I see an opportunity. A win over you means another notch in my win column. A win over you means I'm on to bigger and better things than the South Bay title. Because that? Your reaction to its reveal, your excitement about being in the inaugural title match? It's just another point that separates you and me, Danni. You're content with that, maybe you're content to team up with your boyfriend and go after a hypothetical tag team title. Me? I don't rest until I take my spot, the one at the top, the one holding the WCG West Coast Title, and then on to even bigger and better things, while you...again...remain content with where you are."
Rachel lays back down on the lounger, again looking away from the camera.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to enjoy my Average Danni LeBlanc Day. After all, tomorrow I've got to get back to real work."
Rachel raises a hand to shoo the camera away before grabbing a glass of tea seated next to her, taking a long sip from it as the camera fades out.