Post by Jazmyn Rain on Feb 18, 2018 16:03:06 GMT -5
Chapter Two
Excerpt from Jazmyn Rain’s currently unnamed and unpublished autobiography…
“My wrestling career began when I found this wrestling school located in the outskirts of the Hampton Roads region of Virginia: Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Academy, it was. It cost me nearly three grand to make it possible to go there and all of it was provided by my father on the condition that I pay him back. The pressure was on me. My father had just made a serious investment in me to find my purpose and better my life so knowing that, I knew that I had to face incredible odds and overcome them so that I wouldn’t let his investment in me go to waste. To this day, I consider it one of the best things that my father has ever done for me and I owe so much of my happiness in my life and so much of my success in this business to him because without him, this wouldn’t be possible.
I drove myself from Charlotte to Hampton Roads with only the clothes on my back, a week’s worth of change of clothes, gym gear, hygiene products and a thousand dollars in my purse and yes, I had to pay my father back that money also. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I arrived at VCWA. I remember being unable to sleep the night before my first day there because I was so excited and yet, so nervous. I do admit that I was afraid to fail. The weight of the world was on my shoulders with the knowledge that if I failed, I was letting my father down, I was letting myself down, and worst of all, I’d be proving my birth mother (who never saw anything in me growing up) right and proving her right was something that I was driven not to do! But that first day… I was thrown into the fire as I quickly realized how cruel the professional wrestling business could be…”
Date: April 28, 2010 (FLASHBACK)
A nervous, jittery and excited Jazmyn arrives at the Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Academy wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a teal-colored Jacksonville Jaguars tank top. Her hair is tied up in a bit of a sloppy ponytail and she’s carrying a large, black gym bag. Her palms are sweating out of nervousness as she has no idea what to expect on her first day of training. She takes notice of some fellow wrestling students walking out of the main gym of the facility, each of them in a jacket. She takes notice that they’re walking out in silver, green and brown jackets, but that’s not the only pattern she’s noticing.
Jazmyn: Weird… the kids coming out in the silver jackets seem to be happy, but the ones coming out in the brown jackets seem to be miserable… and scrawny kids at that…
Jazmyn winces, feeling sympathy for the kids wearing the brown jackets. Someone comes out of the doors that Jazmyn happens to be standing in front of, an usher. The usher greets her.
Usher: Hello there! You’re the next audition, right?
Jazmyn: Audition?
Jazmyn is confused.
Jazmyn: They didn’t tell me about an audition.
Usher: Don’t worry… uh… name?
Jazmyn: Jazmyn. Jazmyn Cabrera.
Usher: Oh right, right. Jazmyn, you don’t need to worry about the audition too much. You’re already going to be with us no matter what. We weren’t going to allow you to spend three thousand dollars for nothing. The audition is merely for placement, to see where you need to be. When you go through the audition, you are going to be assigned to one of three clubs: the silver club, the midnight green club, and the brown club. Silver is for the best of the best, the ones deemed the most ready for the business, midnight green is for those in the middle that show potential and need improvement, and brown is for those that… well… not to scare you or anything, but let me put it to you this way. Nobody that has ever been a member of the brown club has ever made it to a worldwide wrestling promotion. That’s the one you want to avoid, is that clear?
Jazmyn nods her head, but inside of it, she’s already beginning to be scared of whatever audition that she is going to deal with in a few moments.
Usher: Good luck, Jazmyn. Don’t sweat it too much. Just… be yourself…
The usher opens the doors and Jazmyn nods while swallowing some saliva to further highlight her nervousness. She walks in the gym and instantly spots three people: an older, Caucasian man, a younger African-American, and a woman waiting for her.
Older Man: Stand in the circle, please.
Jazmyn walks to the circle, standing in it and placing down her gym bag.
Older Man: You’re Jazmyn Cabrera, right?
Jazmyn nods her head.
Older Man: Let us introduce ourselves first. I’m Mason Randall, the lead trainer of the Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Academy. The man on my right is Brian Hollins, the current Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, and the woman on my left is Veronica Stevens, former wrestler now the head trainer of the female students. You’ll be seeing a lot of her.
Jazmyn: Um… hi…
Brian & Veronica: Hi Jazmyn.
Mason: So… let’s see what you’re all about. First off, you’re 25 which is quite old to be starting in this business…
Brian: I’m 23, no offense Jazmyn. Just thought it should be noted.
Jazmyn: Yeah...I’ve been… well… my life after college has been interesting to say the least.
Mason: Clearly! You haven’t had a job in over two years! What have you been doing with your life? Living with mommy and daddy?
Jazmyn: My dad…
Mason: Let me guess… daddy paid for you to come here?
Jazmyn winces and nods.
Mason: Oh jeez…
Mason Randall shakes his head, which does nothing but unnerve the future two-time GCW Global Champion.
Mason: Well, you’re here, so I suppose. Let me ask you this: why professional wrestling? Why do you want to be part of this business?
Jazmyn: Well… um… it’s something that I want to do for the rest of my life because… um… because…
Jazmyn winces again, trying to come up with an answer.
Jazmyn: ...it’s hard to explain. It kind of feels like, you know… I was put on this planet to do this though I don’t know WHY… I don’t know…
Mason: Can I be honest with you for a second, Jazmyn?
Jazmyn: Sure…
Mason: You’re gorgeous…
Jazmyn: Um… thank you?
Mason: But my first impression of you is that perhaps you’re a better fit to be someone else’s arm candy.
Veronica: Mason, she hasn’t even auditioned yet.
Mason: I know…
Jazmyn: Arm candy? But… I want to wrestle!
Mason: Fine, I get it. But have you ever wrestled in your life?
Jazmyn: No.
Mason: Have you ever watched wrestling?
Jazmyn: I have… not like… you know… religiously but still…
Brian: Jaz… I can call you Jaz, right? Not to put any pressure on you, but from the looks of things, you’ve got to knock this audition out of the park.
Jazmyn: What even IS the audition anyway?
Mason: I’m glad you asked. The audition is simple. Cut a promo for us.
Jazmyn: A what?
Mason: PROMO! Ever heard of one? Ever watched one? You know when a wrestler gets in the ring or does an interview and talks on the microphone? That’s what a promo is! They talk about themselves, their opponents, their goals, their dreams, their plans… FUCK… if you’re going to be a wrestler, you should at least know what a fucking promo is. How the hell did a bimbo like you even graduate HIGH SCHOOL let alone college?
Jazmyn: Okay sir… that’s not necessary. I’m TRYING, okay? I’m new to this.
Mason: I understand that. But to be honest, if you don’t even know what a promo is, maybe this isn’t the business for you. But, everyone deserves a shot. So, here’s yours. Cut a promo.
Jazmyn: About what?
Mason: Anything. If you have to think about a fake opponent in a fake wrestling promotion to help yourself out, then by all means do so.
Jazmyn: Okay… I think I got it…
Jazmyn sighs as she tries to figure out exactly what to promo about. She wipes away some sweat that was forming on her eyebrows out of nervousness before thinking a little more. Jazmyn takes a deep breath and decides to give it her best shot.
Jazmyn: Okay… *clears throat*... so tonight, in that ring, I am going to face… um… I am going to face...uh… um… Britney Spears… yeah! Britney Spears. Bitch, you want to walk into my house with your fake tits and your fake blonde hair… I’m even surprised you even have hair you crazy, shallow slut bomb… anyway, you want to come into my ring with that shit well guess what? I am gonna fuck you up so good you’re going to be begging Kevin Federline to stick that dick up your butt and fuck you over just like he did when he got two kids out of you and then bailed on you, taking them with him. You don’t belong in this ring! I will… I will like… kick your ass and make you want to shave your head all over again! And then when I kick your ass, I am going to be the champion of the world…. Uh… yeah… fuck you Britney….
Jazmyn winces as she sees a bewildered expression on the faces of all three people at the table. Brian slowly claps before Mason shoots a glare at him.
Brian: What? I hate Britney.
Veronica: Jazmyn… uh… listen. It was a good effort, don’t get me wrong. But… you did ramble quite a bit and went off subject. When you cut a wrestling promo, you want to stay focused and on topic. I think once you get the hang of it, you might be really good at it, but you are going to need a lot of learning and a lot of hard work to make it in this business.
Jazmyn: And I want to make it! I do! I’m going to do whatever it takes to do it!
Brian: You got guts girl! I’ll say that. And hey, I laughed… but that’s the thing… if you’re trying to be serious, laughter isn’t the reaction you want, you know what I’m saying?
Jazmyn nods.
Mason: Fucking hell. Jazmyn, let me start off by saying this. That was the worst promo I’ve ever heard in my life.
Jazmyn’s eyes widen in terror.
Mason: And let me be real here. You’re 25. You’re already behind the eight ball and you can’t cut a promo to save your life. You’re a lost cause. You have NO CHANCE of making it in this business as a wrestler. Your best bet is to look pretty for all the studs at ringside. You’re perfect for a valet. Your role is to just be the dimwit, beautiful girl that stands there at ringside, shows off her breasts, shows off her skin, smiles and says nothing. That is your ceiling in this business and you’ve already established that you don’t want to be that. I’m sorry, but you have no business doing this. You’re a terror. You’re a joke. You’re not going to amount to anything. So, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to give you daddy’s money back so you can head back down to Charlotte and you should apologize to him for wasting his time and money. I’d rather have my ex-wife train here, than you.
Jazmyn: NO! But… sir…. I… I’m sorry. I….
Mason: You’re the first person that was so bad that I don’t even want to bother with them.
Jazmyn: PLEASE! Give me a chance!!!!
Tears start welling up in her eyes as Jazmyn is seeing her dream begin to vaporize before it even has a chance to happen.
Veronica: Mason… seriously? She came all this way from Charlotte. She wants to at least TRY this!
Brian: Yeah man! I thought this place was about giving everyone a chance.
Jazmyn: Please? I want this so bad! Please!!!!
Tears start to stroll down her face and Mason sighs and shakes his head.
Mason: Fine! Might as well keep the three thousand dollars right? But, clearly and obviously… you’re going in the brown club….
Jazmyn drops to her knees, continuing to cry knowing that she just got the worst news she could have, besides being dropped entirely.
Jazmyn: But...that’s like… a death sentence here…
Mason: I know. You want to know why the color is brown? Because it’s the color of what the worst of the worst, and especially you, are… absolute shit! No “brown club” member has ever made it big and… well… if you’re SOMEHOW the first, I’ll shut this school down!
The usher walks in with a brown colored jacket and hands it to a crying Jazmyn who reluctantly takes it as she stands up.
Mason: Now get out of my sight. You’re a disgrace. You won’t even last two weeks here.
Jazmyn takes the brown jacket and leaves the main gym. She quickly finds the women’s bathroom and locks herself in the stall. Sitting down on the toilet seat, she hides her face in the brown jacket, crying and sobbing in it.
Jazmyn: What did I do to deserve to be treated like that? Is that how cruel this business is? Maybe I SHOULD quit…
A couple of sobs later, she changes her tune.
Jazmyn: No… I’ve come this far already. I’m… I’m gonna prove him wrong. How? I don’t know… but I will…
Jazmyn continues to cry, knowing that her wrestling journey has gotten off to a brutal start and knowing that she has one hell of an uphill battle ahead to make her dream happen.
Excerpt from Jazmyn Rain’s currently unnamed and unpublished autobiography…
“My wrestling career began when I found this wrestling school located in the outskirts of the Hampton Roads region of Virginia: Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Academy, it was. It cost me nearly three grand to make it possible to go there and all of it was provided by my father on the condition that I pay him back. The pressure was on me. My father had just made a serious investment in me to find my purpose and better my life so knowing that, I knew that I had to face incredible odds and overcome them so that I wouldn’t let his investment in me go to waste. To this day, I consider it one of the best things that my father has ever done for me and I owe so much of my happiness in my life and so much of my success in this business to him because without him, this wouldn’t be possible.
I drove myself from Charlotte to Hampton Roads with only the clothes on my back, a week’s worth of change of clothes, gym gear, hygiene products and a thousand dollars in my purse and yes, I had to pay my father back that money also. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I arrived at VCWA. I remember being unable to sleep the night before my first day there because I was so excited and yet, so nervous. I do admit that I was afraid to fail. The weight of the world was on my shoulders with the knowledge that if I failed, I was letting my father down, I was letting myself down, and worst of all, I’d be proving my birth mother (who never saw anything in me growing up) right and proving her right was something that I was driven not to do! But that first day… I was thrown into the fire as I quickly realized how cruel the professional wrestling business could be…”
Date: April 28, 2010 (FLASHBACK)
A nervous, jittery and excited Jazmyn arrives at the Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Academy wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a teal-colored Jacksonville Jaguars tank top. Her hair is tied up in a bit of a sloppy ponytail and she’s carrying a large, black gym bag. Her palms are sweating out of nervousness as she has no idea what to expect on her first day of training. She takes notice of some fellow wrestling students walking out of the main gym of the facility, each of them in a jacket. She takes notice that they’re walking out in silver, green and brown jackets, but that’s not the only pattern she’s noticing.
Jazmyn: Weird… the kids coming out in the silver jackets seem to be happy, but the ones coming out in the brown jackets seem to be miserable… and scrawny kids at that…
Jazmyn winces, feeling sympathy for the kids wearing the brown jackets. Someone comes out of the doors that Jazmyn happens to be standing in front of, an usher. The usher greets her.
Usher: Hello there! You’re the next audition, right?
Jazmyn: Audition?
Jazmyn is confused.
Jazmyn: They didn’t tell me about an audition.
Usher: Don’t worry… uh… name?
Jazmyn: Jazmyn. Jazmyn Cabrera.
Usher: Oh right, right. Jazmyn, you don’t need to worry about the audition too much. You’re already going to be with us no matter what. We weren’t going to allow you to spend three thousand dollars for nothing. The audition is merely for placement, to see where you need to be. When you go through the audition, you are going to be assigned to one of three clubs: the silver club, the midnight green club, and the brown club. Silver is for the best of the best, the ones deemed the most ready for the business, midnight green is for those in the middle that show potential and need improvement, and brown is for those that… well… not to scare you or anything, but let me put it to you this way. Nobody that has ever been a member of the brown club has ever made it to a worldwide wrestling promotion. That’s the one you want to avoid, is that clear?
Jazmyn nods her head, but inside of it, she’s already beginning to be scared of whatever audition that she is going to deal with in a few moments.
Usher: Good luck, Jazmyn. Don’t sweat it too much. Just… be yourself…
The usher opens the doors and Jazmyn nods while swallowing some saliva to further highlight her nervousness. She walks in the gym and instantly spots three people: an older, Caucasian man, a younger African-American, and a woman waiting for her.
Older Man: Stand in the circle, please.
Jazmyn walks to the circle, standing in it and placing down her gym bag.
Older Man: You’re Jazmyn Cabrera, right?
Jazmyn nods her head.
Older Man: Let us introduce ourselves first. I’m Mason Randall, the lead trainer of the Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Academy. The man on my right is Brian Hollins, the current Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, and the woman on my left is Veronica Stevens, former wrestler now the head trainer of the female students. You’ll be seeing a lot of her.
Jazmyn: Um… hi…
Brian & Veronica: Hi Jazmyn.
Mason: So… let’s see what you’re all about. First off, you’re 25 which is quite old to be starting in this business…
Brian: I’m 23, no offense Jazmyn. Just thought it should be noted.
Jazmyn: Yeah...I’ve been… well… my life after college has been interesting to say the least.
Mason: Clearly! You haven’t had a job in over two years! What have you been doing with your life? Living with mommy and daddy?
Jazmyn: My dad…
Mason: Let me guess… daddy paid for you to come here?
Jazmyn winces and nods.
Mason: Oh jeez…
Mason Randall shakes his head, which does nothing but unnerve the future two-time GCW Global Champion.
Mason: Well, you’re here, so I suppose. Let me ask you this: why professional wrestling? Why do you want to be part of this business?
Jazmyn: Well… um… it’s something that I want to do for the rest of my life because… um… because…
Jazmyn winces again, trying to come up with an answer.
Jazmyn: ...it’s hard to explain. It kind of feels like, you know… I was put on this planet to do this though I don’t know WHY… I don’t know…
Mason: Can I be honest with you for a second, Jazmyn?
Jazmyn: Sure…
Mason: You’re gorgeous…
Jazmyn: Um… thank you?
Mason: But my first impression of you is that perhaps you’re a better fit to be someone else’s arm candy.
Veronica: Mason, she hasn’t even auditioned yet.
Mason: I know…
Jazmyn: Arm candy? But… I want to wrestle!
Mason: Fine, I get it. But have you ever wrestled in your life?
Jazmyn: No.
Mason: Have you ever watched wrestling?
Jazmyn: I have… not like… you know… religiously but still…
Brian: Jaz… I can call you Jaz, right? Not to put any pressure on you, but from the looks of things, you’ve got to knock this audition out of the park.
Jazmyn: What even IS the audition anyway?
Mason: I’m glad you asked. The audition is simple. Cut a promo for us.
Jazmyn: A what?
Mason: PROMO! Ever heard of one? Ever watched one? You know when a wrestler gets in the ring or does an interview and talks on the microphone? That’s what a promo is! They talk about themselves, their opponents, their goals, their dreams, their plans… FUCK… if you’re going to be a wrestler, you should at least know what a fucking promo is. How the hell did a bimbo like you even graduate HIGH SCHOOL let alone college?
Jazmyn: Okay sir… that’s not necessary. I’m TRYING, okay? I’m new to this.
Mason: I understand that. But to be honest, if you don’t even know what a promo is, maybe this isn’t the business for you. But, everyone deserves a shot. So, here’s yours. Cut a promo.
Jazmyn: About what?
Mason: Anything. If you have to think about a fake opponent in a fake wrestling promotion to help yourself out, then by all means do so.
Jazmyn: Okay… I think I got it…
Jazmyn sighs as she tries to figure out exactly what to promo about. She wipes away some sweat that was forming on her eyebrows out of nervousness before thinking a little more. Jazmyn takes a deep breath and decides to give it her best shot.
Jazmyn: Okay… *clears throat*... so tonight, in that ring, I am going to face… um… I am going to face...uh… um… Britney Spears… yeah! Britney Spears. Bitch, you want to walk into my house with your fake tits and your fake blonde hair… I’m even surprised you even have hair you crazy, shallow slut bomb… anyway, you want to come into my ring with that shit well guess what? I am gonna fuck you up so good you’re going to be begging Kevin Federline to stick that dick up your butt and fuck you over just like he did when he got two kids out of you and then bailed on you, taking them with him. You don’t belong in this ring! I will… I will like… kick your ass and make you want to shave your head all over again! And then when I kick your ass, I am going to be the champion of the world…. Uh… yeah… fuck you Britney….
Jazmyn winces as she sees a bewildered expression on the faces of all three people at the table. Brian slowly claps before Mason shoots a glare at him.
Brian: What? I hate Britney.
Veronica: Jazmyn… uh… listen. It was a good effort, don’t get me wrong. But… you did ramble quite a bit and went off subject. When you cut a wrestling promo, you want to stay focused and on topic. I think once you get the hang of it, you might be really good at it, but you are going to need a lot of learning and a lot of hard work to make it in this business.
Jazmyn: And I want to make it! I do! I’m going to do whatever it takes to do it!
Brian: You got guts girl! I’ll say that. And hey, I laughed… but that’s the thing… if you’re trying to be serious, laughter isn’t the reaction you want, you know what I’m saying?
Jazmyn nods.
Mason: Fucking hell. Jazmyn, let me start off by saying this. That was the worst promo I’ve ever heard in my life.
Jazmyn’s eyes widen in terror.
Mason: And let me be real here. You’re 25. You’re already behind the eight ball and you can’t cut a promo to save your life. You’re a lost cause. You have NO CHANCE of making it in this business as a wrestler. Your best bet is to look pretty for all the studs at ringside. You’re perfect for a valet. Your role is to just be the dimwit, beautiful girl that stands there at ringside, shows off her breasts, shows off her skin, smiles and says nothing. That is your ceiling in this business and you’ve already established that you don’t want to be that. I’m sorry, but you have no business doing this. You’re a terror. You’re a joke. You’re not going to amount to anything. So, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to give you daddy’s money back so you can head back down to Charlotte and you should apologize to him for wasting his time and money. I’d rather have my ex-wife train here, than you.
Jazmyn: NO! But… sir…. I… I’m sorry. I….
Mason: You’re the first person that was so bad that I don’t even want to bother with them.
Jazmyn: PLEASE! Give me a chance!!!!
Tears start welling up in her eyes as Jazmyn is seeing her dream begin to vaporize before it even has a chance to happen.
Veronica: Mason… seriously? She came all this way from Charlotte. She wants to at least TRY this!
Brian: Yeah man! I thought this place was about giving everyone a chance.
Jazmyn: Please? I want this so bad! Please!!!!
Tears start to stroll down her face and Mason sighs and shakes his head.
Mason: Fine! Might as well keep the three thousand dollars right? But, clearly and obviously… you’re going in the brown club….
Jazmyn drops to her knees, continuing to cry knowing that she just got the worst news she could have, besides being dropped entirely.
Jazmyn: But...that’s like… a death sentence here…
Mason: I know. You want to know why the color is brown? Because it’s the color of what the worst of the worst, and especially you, are… absolute shit! No “brown club” member has ever made it big and… well… if you’re SOMEHOW the first, I’ll shut this school down!
The usher walks in with a brown colored jacket and hands it to a crying Jazmyn who reluctantly takes it as she stands up.
Mason: Now get out of my sight. You’re a disgrace. You won’t even last two weeks here.
Jazmyn takes the brown jacket and leaves the main gym. She quickly finds the women’s bathroom and locks herself in the stall. Sitting down on the toilet seat, she hides her face in the brown jacket, crying and sobbing in it.
Jazmyn: What did I do to deserve to be treated like that? Is that how cruel this business is? Maybe I SHOULD quit…
A couple of sobs later, she changes her tune.
Jazmyn: No… I’ve come this far already. I’m… I’m gonna prove him wrong. How? I don’t know… but I will…
Jazmyn continues to cry, knowing that her wrestling journey has gotten off to a brutal start and knowing that she has one hell of an uphill battle ahead to make her dream happen.
