Training Lessons [Chapter II]

A building is seen with a large golden tiger outside the doors. The building is set with eight floors with an extension to the building including a larger penthouse on the top floor to make the building look like a giant "J".



BAM

Trixie winces as she falls down holding the back of her knee. The pain of a stiff boot connecting to her exposed back of the knee turning it slightly red as she looks ahead to the 6'2" male before her who is walking off the strike like it wasn't anything.



And Trixie looks to one of the banners, the codes of the school. Fight Face to Face, Code #4. Leaving your back exposed did cause trouble and Trixie felt a tiny strain getting up after the match she had proving to have lasting results.



There were no easy days here. Trixie struggles but makes it back up to her feet as she spies in the room, around the ring were students of different ages. Two females, one clearly in her late teens and one around Trixie's age. The men were Trixie's age group but the man whom had just kicked her knee and left it feeling hallow was approaching thirty, hairy beard and afro in the orange tights and a grey shirt on.



He says to the older girl who steps in and follows his calling finger to stand opposite Trixie and spun to face her.



Trixie just glances to him. A man whom never crossed over to the side of "beloved by fans" or "cheered for being good". A bad wrestler by trade and he marketed himself as such. Trixie was in the school because it taught people not only the fundamentals of wrestling, but the means and methods to moves nobody else did as she glances to code #1: Superkick Every-*******-Thing. Trixie glances back to Hilary before her, taking into account her trainer's first code, superkicks one of wrestling's greatest moves and often used on the face where her trainer took them and took them low. Superkicks below the belt, behind the knee to bust an opponent's knee and put them on the shelf. Chest, sternum, center of the back. He hit them anywhere and students of his used them anywhere. Trixie was back to get the codes instilled in her as she uses her hand to brush away a bead of sweat coming close to stinging her eye.



No he didn't as both women lunged towards each other and Trixie caught her opponent off balance with a quickly placed superkick to her hip and just went for the hangman neckbreaker when she's groped firmly on the shoulder.



This was true. Hilary, a blonde, very much like Becky, an Engage Superstar of the company where Trixie put the star out on Engage Episode 1, showing Trixie's capabilities of ending a career with one move of hers, making her a threat to any company. The shoulder touch was a second at most but it reminded Trixie of her quick victory over Becky and what would follow would be a huge victory over Lara Chambers on the second show, making it evident Trixie's capabilities in the ring were highly underrated by many.





Hilary making sounds, groaning as she's bent backwards and pulling on Trixie's hands. Another key to the school; trust. Trixie releases Hilary's neck and she steps away holding it. The school's trust that nobody would willingly put another student at risk, it wasn't Trixie's place to do that.





He grabs her mouth and eyeballs her before letting her go.



He clicks his fingers with a vicious tense of his face.



He claps his hands and the students around him dismount and all occupy the machines. Hilary, however, gives Trixie a dirty look as she gets out and goes to the treadmill, unhappy she was shown up in the ring in front of her teacher.







Trixie says sliding out of the ring as the man she's talking to steps out and walks with her to the exit of the school/gymnasium.







His bluntness never really impacting on Trixie, often offending some. His little care for other people played a key part in that, letting people get offended and doing as they pleased. Trixie did spy in his hand was his phone and on the phone, it lit up with another reminder from Twitter to check his latest follower, clearly not one to obsess over the social media which Trixie found refreshing, back at her roots before she herself got online for lack of a better term. She felt nineteen again walking and to her delight, the door was not got for her. There wasn't an ounce of gentlemen like behaviour in this man, again refreshing. So used to doors being opened for her throughout her life by men and women, yet here was a guy who opened the door and walked through, not a care in the world if she followed him through it or not. Though she had been through an arduous day of stamina training, intensity burst, superkick drills, major bump takings to name the tip of the iceberg, she cracked a smile for the feeling of her old self. The casino waitress turned pro wrestler, who opened the door to follow through,



The reception of the building was quite small, an elevator and stairs to Trixie's left with a front desk for students to collect keys or leave keys and directly in front of Trixie sat an open room to a small bar where the trainer had already grabbed a seat at the bar and poured himself his favourite drink; Guinness. Trixie did look to see if he'd poured her favourite but was oddly gleeful he hadn't, thinking it was so very him to not bother with anyone but himself but walked over the few feet of the reception floor into the bar.



Small, bar with just the three bar stools and the bar itself. An AC DC lit up sign behind the bar on a red wall with the floor having lit panels going from red, yellow, blue green as if it was a 70's dancefloor.



But Trixie is met with silence as he drinks from his glass.





He says with his glass down making Trixie pause.





Trixie looks at him confused, worried, wondering, perplexed, interested, on edge and heart in her throat what he meant by that.



Taken from the TrixieBrand.com website. First Prize is front row seats to the Convergence PPV, travel and accommodation included for the best answer.