Post by Jessica | Rémiel on Nov 29, 2017 19:05:36 GMT -5
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REMI FONTAINE
Chapter 1-1: The Adventure Begins!
West Coast Genesis HYPE vs. C.J. Lorson
First Person View: Remi!
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huff, puff, huff, puff
You know… it didn’t occur to me how exhausted I would be after my first ever “professional” wrestling match. I’m stumbling everywhere, my entire body hurts, and I’m not sure why I thought it was a good idea to ask my dad to video record me stepping through the curtains and into the bustling activity of the backstage area.
For a student with A’s and B’s I’m not exactly thinking logically.
Anyways, I walk with my shaky legs over to a bench and take a seat. I almost stumbled but I kept my footing. Somehow. My aunt makes over to me and hands me a water bottle that I happily accept. I twist the cap off and splash some of the water over the top of my head and down the rest of my body.
“Oh god, that’s cold!”
My body shakes and shivers, but in a good way? I can’t exactly explain it. After half of the bottle’s empty I finally take a sip of the water and sigh.
“And I thought I liked kicks… Nah, Jack Santore LOVES kicks. Makes sense. I should’ve thought of a different strategy.”
“I tried to tell you a kick competition wasn’t going to work.”
My dad talks behind the video recorder and I shrug. With some energy restored, I rise up from the bench and carefully take the video camera so I can turn it towards him. He’s a little surprised but he offers a warm smile. My father’s Quentin Fontaine, French and Italian teacher for Brooklyn Technical High School. Fun fact, he’s actually half French on his father’s side and half Italian on his mother’s side! He’s taken care of me since the day I was born and I couldn’t have asked for a better father. He’s literally my biggest fan and supporter. For the first fourteen years of my life we traveled back and forth between Italy and France. My dad mostly raised me in Venice, Rome, Paris, and Mont Saint-Michel. I’d like to say I’m blessed!
“Ah, hello everyone.”
He acknowledges the viewing audience with a polite bow.
You know, if anyone decides to watch this when it’s uploaded.
“Ah, Remi, you’re the star of the show. Shouldn’t the camera be on you?”
“Your father makes a good point.”
I turn the camera towards my aunt and she gently smiles. I bet everyone knows who she is, but this is Xaria Karloff. Some people might recognize her a little more with her birth surname, Linette. Yeah, she is THE Rainbow Angel! Technically speaking, she’s my half-aunt? Because she and my dad share the same father. None of us knew that until I did some research on my family tree and I was able to connect the dots. I watched her wrestle on TV growing up. It was funny because I thought she kinda looked like my dad, but I wasn’t sure until I was REALLY curious. Suffice to say, I’m glad I was because now I have the coolest aunt in the world! When we found out about each other, she insisted on flying us to New York City so we could meet in person. Meeting her and my little cousins Christian and Jacques -- Pénélope wasn’t born at the time-- was the deciding factor in our improvised move to Brooklyn.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize the video camera was taken from me until it was too late. Xaria giggles softly and turns it towards me. I guess I should focus on the matter at hand.
“So, uh…”
Huff
“Hey, hi, bonjour, ciao. In case you didn’t know, I’m Remi Fontaine, the Rebel Angel, and one of the newest signees for West Coast Genesis. Sorry if I’m breathing a little heavy, I just wrestled my match against Jack Santore on Unscripted and…”
Puff
“...it kinda sucked for me anyway.”
I pause to take a couple sips of my water and softly gasp.
“I didn’t win. I guess it shouldn’t come as a surprise, I’ve only trained in wrestling since…”
“January.”
My aunt speaks with a smile on her face and I nod.
“Yeah, so it hasn’t even been a year. Meanwhile, Jack’s trained a lot longer and he’s incredibly professional. At least he was respectful and he didn’t cheat to win. I’d be really pissed off if he did, but he’s cool in my book. Congrats man, you were the better wrestler tonight.”
Instinctively my right hand moves up to the bridge of my nose. Right, my glasses… Uh… I look over as my dad presents me with my glasses case and I open it. Before I put them on, I take a small towel and wipe the sweat from my face. Okay, now I push my glasses up with a finger.
“Sorry, force of habit. In case anyone’s wondering, I can wrestle just fine without my glasses. These are mostly for style… and reading, but who’s paying attention?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to edit your videos?”
I look towards my aunt and shake my head.
“I’m sure. I want to show everyone pure, raw footage. It’s not going to be pretty-pretty or professional. This is about showing people who I am and how my life works. With that said, I don’t want to bore anyone with super long videos of wrestling talk, so I’m going to keep the videos on the shorter side. This one’s more of an introduction, but most of my videos will reflect on what’s going on and what’s happening next. Of course there’s gonna be a focus on the shows and my opponents. Jack’s pretty badass and I respect him. In two weeks, I’m going up against C.J. Lorson, another fully-trained pro wrestler. His arsenal’s technically sound and he’s bigger than me--”
“Most of your peers are bigger than you, Remi.”
My dad has a way of stating the obvious but being super sly about the timing. The grin on his face is captured by the camera and I just pout.
“...soooooo I gotta amp up my skill set. I like kicks. I like flying. I like flying kicks, it’s a good combo. C.J. seems like a cool dude. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be another respectful, awesome matchup for Hype in La Jolla. That’s a nice beachy place in San Diego.”
“Oui! I’m already making plans for your birthday party in La Jolla.”
My eyes light up at the mention of my birthday party. I’m turning 18 on Friday, December 1st. It’s literally the day before Hype so I’m hoping to pick up the win against C.J. as a birthday present to myself. Would be nice to start my brand new adventure with 1-1 on my wrestling record.
“Oh? You’ll have to let me in on your event planning, sis.”
Seeing the smiles on their faces makes me smile. Still, we’re getting closer to the time limit for this first video. I don’t want it to drag on. I focus on the task at hand and clear my throat.
“C.J., I hope you’re watching this. I’ve got another video planned for ya, don’t worry. Like I said, this is more of an introduction than anything else. I’m looking forward to facing you in the ring in two weeks and I’m sorry if I hit you too hard.”
Pause.
“...Nah, I’m not sorry.”
I stick my tongue out and a sheepish grin crosses my face.
“But hey, that’s actually good! You can expect me to give it a hundred percent, not just for our match, but EVERY match I wrestle. I’m not just a Fontaine, you know. In a way, I’m kind of a Linette-Karloff too. You can expect this second-gen wrestler to kick some ass--!”
“Language.”
Hearing that from my dad causes me to break concentration. It sounds oddly familiar, I don’t know why. I see my aunt giggle and the camera shakes a little.
“Wow, he said it before me.”
“Nyah!”
I stick my tongue out towards them and step up to the camera. Gotta bring it to a close.
“I’m almost an adult…”
“A young adult!”
“It still counts!”
grumble, grumble
Come on now…
“That’s all for today! I need to take a shower, call my boyfriend, and play some Overwatch. See you on the other side, amici miei!”
^^^ For the original viewing, click-click!
+-+-+-+
REMI FONTAINE
Chapter 1-1: The Adventure Begins!
West Coast Genesis HYPE vs. C.J. Lorson
First Person View: Remi!
+-+-+-+
huff, puff, huff, puff
You know… it didn’t occur to me how exhausted I would be after my first ever “professional” wrestling match. I’m stumbling everywhere, my entire body hurts, and I’m not sure why I thought it was a good idea to ask my dad to video record me stepping through the curtains and into the bustling activity of the backstage area.
For a student with A’s and B’s I’m not exactly thinking logically.
Anyways, I walk with my shaky legs over to a bench and take a seat. I almost stumbled but I kept my footing. Somehow. My aunt makes over to me and hands me a water bottle that I happily accept. I twist the cap off and splash some of the water over the top of my head and down the rest of my body.
“Oh god, that’s cold!”
My body shakes and shivers, but in a good way? I can’t exactly explain it. After half of the bottle’s empty I finally take a sip of the water and sigh.
“And I thought I liked kicks… Nah, Jack Santore LOVES kicks. Makes sense. I should’ve thought of a different strategy.”
“I tried to tell you a kick competition wasn’t going to work.”
My dad talks behind the video recorder and I shrug. With some energy restored, I rise up from the bench and carefully take the video camera so I can turn it towards him. He’s a little surprised but he offers a warm smile. My father’s Quentin Fontaine, French and Italian teacher for Brooklyn Technical High School. Fun fact, he’s actually half French on his father’s side and half Italian on his mother’s side! He’s taken care of me since the day I was born and I couldn’t have asked for a better father. He’s literally my biggest fan and supporter. For the first fourteen years of my life we traveled back and forth between Italy and France. My dad mostly raised me in Venice, Rome, Paris, and Mont Saint-Michel. I’d like to say I’m blessed!
“Ah, hello everyone.”
He acknowledges the viewing audience with a polite bow.
You know, if anyone decides to watch this when it’s uploaded.
“Ah, Remi, you’re the star of the show. Shouldn’t the camera be on you?”
“Your father makes a good point.”
I turn the camera towards my aunt and she gently smiles. I bet everyone knows who she is, but this is Xaria Karloff. Some people might recognize her a little more with her birth surname, Linette. Yeah, she is THE Rainbow Angel! Technically speaking, she’s my half-aunt? Because she and my dad share the same father. None of us knew that until I did some research on my family tree and I was able to connect the dots. I watched her wrestle on TV growing up. It was funny because I thought she kinda looked like my dad, but I wasn’t sure until I was REALLY curious. Suffice to say, I’m glad I was because now I have the coolest aunt in the world! When we found out about each other, she insisted on flying us to New York City so we could meet in person. Meeting her and my little cousins Christian and Jacques -- Pénélope wasn’t born at the time-- was the deciding factor in our improvised move to Brooklyn.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize the video camera was taken from me until it was too late. Xaria giggles softly and turns it towards me. I guess I should focus on the matter at hand.
“So, uh…”
Huff
“Hey, hi, bonjour, ciao. In case you didn’t know, I’m Remi Fontaine, the Rebel Angel, and one of the newest signees for West Coast Genesis. Sorry if I’m breathing a little heavy, I just wrestled my match against Jack Santore on Unscripted and…”
Puff
“...it kinda sucked for me anyway.”
I pause to take a couple sips of my water and softly gasp.
“I didn’t win. I guess it shouldn’t come as a surprise, I’ve only trained in wrestling since…”
“January.”
My aunt speaks with a smile on her face and I nod.
“Yeah, so it hasn’t even been a year. Meanwhile, Jack’s trained a lot longer and he’s incredibly professional. At least he was respectful and he didn’t cheat to win. I’d be really pissed off if he did, but he’s cool in my book. Congrats man, you were the better wrestler tonight.”
Instinctively my right hand moves up to the bridge of my nose. Right, my glasses… Uh… I look over as my dad presents me with my glasses case and I open it. Before I put them on, I take a small towel and wipe the sweat from my face. Okay, now I push my glasses up with a finger.
“Sorry, force of habit. In case anyone’s wondering, I can wrestle just fine without my glasses. These are mostly for style… and reading, but who’s paying attention?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to edit your videos?”
I look towards my aunt and shake my head.
“I’m sure. I want to show everyone pure, raw footage. It’s not going to be pretty-pretty or professional. This is about showing people who I am and how my life works. With that said, I don’t want to bore anyone with super long videos of wrestling talk, so I’m going to keep the videos on the shorter side. This one’s more of an introduction, but most of my videos will reflect on what’s going on and what’s happening next. Of course there’s gonna be a focus on the shows and my opponents. Jack’s pretty badass and I respect him. In two weeks, I’m going up against C.J. Lorson, another fully-trained pro wrestler. His arsenal’s technically sound and he’s bigger than me--”
“Most of your peers are bigger than you, Remi.”
My dad has a way of stating the obvious but being super sly about the timing. The grin on his face is captured by the camera and I just pout.
“...soooooo I gotta amp up my skill set. I like kicks. I like flying. I like flying kicks, it’s a good combo. C.J. seems like a cool dude. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be another respectful, awesome matchup for Hype in La Jolla. That’s a nice beachy place in San Diego.”
“Oui! I’m already making plans for your birthday party in La Jolla.”
My eyes light up at the mention of my birthday party. I’m turning 18 on Friday, December 1st. It’s literally the day before Hype so I’m hoping to pick up the win against C.J. as a birthday present to myself. Would be nice to start my brand new adventure with 1-1 on my wrestling record.
“Oh? You’ll have to let me in on your event planning, sis.”
Seeing the smiles on their faces makes me smile. Still, we’re getting closer to the time limit for this first video. I don’t want it to drag on. I focus on the task at hand and clear my throat.
“C.J., I hope you’re watching this. I’ve got another video planned for ya, don’t worry. Like I said, this is more of an introduction than anything else. I’m looking forward to facing you in the ring in two weeks and I’m sorry if I hit you too hard.”
Pause.
“...Nah, I’m not sorry.”
I stick my tongue out and a sheepish grin crosses my face.
“But hey, that’s actually good! You can expect me to give it a hundred percent, not just for our match, but EVERY match I wrestle. I’m not just a Fontaine, you know. In a way, I’m kind of a Linette-Karloff too. You can expect this second-gen wrestler to kick some ass--!”
“Language.”
Hearing that from my dad causes me to break concentration. It sounds oddly familiar, I don’t know why. I see my aunt giggle and the camera shakes a little.
“Wow, he said it before me.”
“Nyah!”
I stick my tongue out towards them and step up to the camera. Gotta bring it to a close.
“I’m almost an adult…”
“A young adult!”
“It still counts!”
grumble, grumble
Come on now…
“That’s all for today! I need to take a shower, call my boyfriend, and play some Overwatch. See you on the other side, amici miei!”