Post by Jazmyn Rain on Mar 2, 2018 16:04:21 GMT -5
“Chapter Three”
Excerpt from Jazmyn Rain’s currently unnamed and unpublished autobiography…
“To say that things weren’t so great at the Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Academy would do the awful times that I went through there a complete injustice. My experience there could best be analogized as going through a crash course during your college years. The training was intense, but I definitely learned so much not just as a professional wrestler, but also as a person. Still, Mason Randall made it as miserable as he could possibly make it. I knew he didn’t like me from the moment he laid eyes on me. He saw no worth in me and he thought I had no place in the wrestling business and he’d let me know about it every time I screwed up no matter how major or how minor it was.
He would carry this out with cruel forms of abuse seemingly monthly. It wasn’t just denigrating me and assigning me to the “brown jackets”, the students he felt were bottom-feeders with no future in professional wrestling, it were acts toward me that were both cruel and abusive. Starting in April when I got there, he seemed to put me through the ringer whenever he could.
April: He wanted to get rid of me after my promo audition.
May: Mason verbally chewed me out and ran me down in front of the whole school saying that I was the worst student in the class.
June: He flipped over a table I was sitting at while I was eating lunch for no reason at all.
July: He dumped a bucket of slop on me walking out of the locker room just after I took a shower.
August: He paid another student to deliberately hurt me during a practice match.
In September, he doubled down on the torture and I’d find out the conspiracy behind his actions…
Date: September 22, 2010 (FLASHBACK)
After a tough and intense training session, Jazmyn leans against the wall thinking about the rest of her day. The expression on her face indicates that she’s going through some pain and some soreness after another rough day at the Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Academy. Her expression also indicates misery. The sunny demeanor that she had coming into the Academy is long gone partially because of the training and how much work she realizes the business is, but also because of the abuses of head trainer Mason Randall. She closes her eyes, trying to do whatever she can to take her mind off of the troubles that she is experiencing. However, the reprieve is only brief as the moment she opens her eyes, the aforementioned Mason Randall is standing in front of her without offering an expression. Jazmyn nervously tries to say something, knowing that he’s not going away.
Jazmyn: Yes?
Mason Randall: We need to talk.
Jazmyn: Um… uh… about?
Randall: Your future here.
Jazmyn’s eyes widen with fear and Mason sighs with annoyance.
Randall: It’s not as ominous as it sounds.
Jazmyn: How can I trust you when you paid another student to intentionally hurt me?
Randall: I thought we were over that! I did that to toughen you up! Now come on, let’s talk in my office.
Mason turns and begins to walk down the hallway while Jazmyn lets out a reluctant sigh. Jazmyn follows him down the hall with understandable trepidation as they both get down to his office. He opens the door and walks in, Jazmyn not being too far behind him.
Randall: I got something to show you!
Mason walks to a closet and opens it, pulling out a box and two brown bags. He places them on his desk.
Jazmyn: What is it?
Randall: Why don’t you take a look so you can find out?
Jazmyn first reaches for the box and opens it, revealing a pair of cowgirl boots.
Jazmyn: Um… okay?
Jazmyn reaches in one of the brown bags, pulling out a few folded up flannel shirts. Reaching for the other bag, she pulls out three pairs of Daisy Duke shorts.
Jazmyn: This is mine?
Randall: Yes. You’re going to be appearing on our shows now. You’re going to be arm candy for one of the new guys we just picked up. It’s simple. You’re going to be the Southern belle that just stands there and looks pretty.
Jazmyn: But I want to wrestle!!!
Randall: You’re not even CLOSE to being ready for that.
Jazmyn: Um…
Randall: What? Jeez, what are you whining about now?
Jazmyn: These shorts… um… they’re… they’re too short…
Randall: So?
Jazmyn: My butt is going to be hanging out of these!
Randall: That’s the point! That’s your role! You’re a shit wrestler, but you’re too pretty to keep off of our local television! Get where I am going with this? This is your foot in the door. You’re a valet. Deal with it. Of course, if you don’t want to do the role I’ve assigned you, you can always find another wrestling school to train at and waste more of daddy’s money.
Jazmyn’s eyes narrow with anger.
Randall: Oh… that reminds me… we need to give you a name. Personally, I like the name “Jazzy Belle”
Jazmyn: EW, that’s HORRIBLE!
Randall: Don’t like it? We can always go with something like… oh I don’t know… Jazzy Sunshine?
Jazmyn: I don’t like that one either…
Randall: Sorry, but that’s all I got. Those are your two choices.
Voice: Mason, you’ve got to be kidding me!
Jazmyn turns around, seeing Veronica, the head trainer of the women’s wrestlers at the school.
Randall: How much of that did you hear?
Veronica: Everything! Haven’t you tortured this poor girl enough? You don’t like her. I get it. You may not see it, but she IS getting better every day! You should have heard the practice promo she did yesterday! Honestly? She’s starting to become very good at them. And you want to give her this “Daisy Duke” crap and sexualize her?
Randall: Sexualize? The fans are going to go wild over her.
Veronica: You can do a “Southern belle” without humiliating her by putting her in Daisy Duke shorts. Seriously! Look at this girl! She’s gorgeous! She’s got the perfect look for a more prim and proper Southern belle, not this crap! Can we please have it be a classy thing?
Randall: Fine, but you’re buying her what she’s wearing for that. Want to decide her name too while you both get out of my office?
Veronica: I can come up with something MUCH better than YOUR suggestions. Jazmyn? Come along! Let’s talk.
Randall: Let me know what her name’s going to be. That’s all I care about.
Veronica rolls her eyes as she grabs Jazmyn by the wrist and gently pulls the young upstart out of Randall’s office. Jazmyn is in a state of confusion as she follows Veronica farther down the hallway and into the locker room area. Veronica locks the door and once Jazmyn realizes she’s safe, she breaks down in tears having taken enough abuse for one day.
Jazmyn: I can’t do this anymore!
Veronica: Jazmyn…
Veronica approaches her and straightens out her hair, getting it out of Jazmyn’s face while she wipes away her tears.
Jazmyn: I can’t! He’s just… why is he doing this to me?
Veronica: That’s easy. He’s torturing you until you leave. He literally sees nothing in you at all… but I do! You’re the only brown jacket left from this class. Everything he’s put you through, you’re not giving up. Now, I need to fill you in on something that he’s planning…
Jazmyn: There’s MORE?
Veronica nods and sighs.
Veronica: Mason is planning on inviting a world-class wrestler, he hasn’t told me who, down to the academy and he is planning a “surprise” where one of the students in the school gets to wrestle him… or her. He’s going to choose you as a way to humiliate you in front of everyone and if it works out “for the best”... for him anyway… you’re going to realize that you’re “not cut out” for this.
Jazmyn: But… I don’t even… I’ve never wrestled a match at all! He won’t let me!
Veronica: Jaz, listen to me. We have one month before this happens and I am going to train you and prepare you the best way that I can. But, this is between you and I. He’s not going to know about this. Once I get wind of which wrestler he’s planning on bringing down here, I’ll prepare you for this. However, this is going to require extra work and extra time. So, all I need from you is a promise that you are going to trust me and that you are going to be extra-dedicated to this. Can I get that promise from you?
Jazmyn: Yeah, I promise! Whatever it takes to get through this! I WANT to be a wrestler so bad, you have no idea and that’s why through all of his torture, I keep sticking around and pulling through all of this! If it takes extra hours, extra work, extra training… I don’t care! I’ll even fight this match against… well, this wrestler… whoever it is. Thank you Veronica! I was so scared.
Veronica: There was no way I was going to let you be humiliated out there wearing Daisy Dukes too small for you with the name “Jazzy Belle”.
Jazmyn: I’m grateful for that more than you could ever know.
Veronica: He can have his “Southern belle” idea, but it’s going to be FAR classier than what he had in mind. You’re gorgeous, you realize that right?
Jazmyn laughs nervously through her tears, obviously not believing that considering the state of her self-esteem at the time, but she cracks a smile to show she’s on the same page as Veronica.
Veronica: I can picture your look already. Your complexion… gosh it’s as soothing as the rain!
Veronica’s eyes light up, having just gotten an idea.
Veronica: That’s it!
Jazmyn: Huh?
Veronica: I just figured out what name you’re going to go by when you’re out in that ring!
Jazmyn: Oh! So… what is it?
Veronica: Rain… Jazmyn Rain!
Jazmyn smiles, knowing that the name hits close to her heart in quite the positive way.
Jazmyn: That’s a beautiful name!!!
Veronica: Jazmyn Rain! Lovely… just like you!
Veronica places her hands on Jazmyn’s shoulders, reassuring her some more.
Veronica: Hang in there! You’re not alone! I’m in your corner and I am going to do whatever it takes to help you get through all this!
Jazmyn: Thank you so much!!!
Jazmyn and Veronica exchange a hug and Jazmyn buries her face into Veronica’s shoulder just to let out a little more tears. Once they separate, Jazmyn wipes away her tears and takes a deep breath.
Veronica: I have a strong feeling about you. I don’t know what it is, but I have a hunch that you just may have more to offer to this business than anyone gives you credit for. Meet me at my place tonight, I’ll have dinner for us and then we can get started.
Jazmyn nods before Veronica turns and leaves her alone. She then sighs as she sits down in front of the lockers before cracking a smile.
Jazmyn: Jazmyn Rain…
She chuckles to herself.
Jazmyn: I’m going to rain on that bastard’s parade… that’s for sure…
Jazmyn sighs once more as her eyes begin to fill with the familiar fire and determination that she is known for in the present day. Now, more than ever at this point in time, the 26-year-old late bloomer slash upstart is determined to find a way to break into the wrestling business knowing that she has someone in her corner that isn’t going to give up on her when seemingly everyone else has. It would be this one encounter that would change her fortunes for the better. Just when it seemed like she was about to give up on her dream, this one moment of reinforcement would save her dream and allow it to grow further.
Still…
There would be more to come as her early journey continued on.
Excerpt from Jazmyn Rain’s currently unnamed and unpublished autobiography…
“To say that things weren’t so great at the Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Academy would do the awful times that I went through there a complete injustice. My experience there could best be analogized as going through a crash course during your college years. The training was intense, but I definitely learned so much not just as a professional wrestler, but also as a person. Still, Mason Randall made it as miserable as he could possibly make it. I knew he didn’t like me from the moment he laid eyes on me. He saw no worth in me and he thought I had no place in the wrestling business and he’d let me know about it every time I screwed up no matter how major or how minor it was.
He would carry this out with cruel forms of abuse seemingly monthly. It wasn’t just denigrating me and assigning me to the “brown jackets”, the students he felt were bottom-feeders with no future in professional wrestling, it were acts toward me that were both cruel and abusive. Starting in April when I got there, he seemed to put me through the ringer whenever he could.
April: He wanted to get rid of me after my promo audition.
May: Mason verbally chewed me out and ran me down in front of the whole school saying that I was the worst student in the class.
June: He flipped over a table I was sitting at while I was eating lunch for no reason at all.
July: He dumped a bucket of slop on me walking out of the locker room just after I took a shower.
August: He paid another student to deliberately hurt me during a practice match.
In September, he doubled down on the torture and I’d find out the conspiracy behind his actions…
Date: September 22, 2010 (FLASHBACK)
After a tough and intense training session, Jazmyn leans against the wall thinking about the rest of her day. The expression on her face indicates that she’s going through some pain and some soreness after another rough day at the Virginia Commonwealth Wrestling Academy. Her expression also indicates misery. The sunny demeanor that she had coming into the Academy is long gone partially because of the training and how much work she realizes the business is, but also because of the abuses of head trainer Mason Randall. She closes her eyes, trying to do whatever she can to take her mind off of the troubles that she is experiencing. However, the reprieve is only brief as the moment she opens her eyes, the aforementioned Mason Randall is standing in front of her without offering an expression. Jazmyn nervously tries to say something, knowing that he’s not going away.
Jazmyn: Yes?
Mason Randall: We need to talk.
Jazmyn: Um… uh… about?
Randall: Your future here.
Jazmyn’s eyes widen with fear and Mason sighs with annoyance.
Randall: It’s not as ominous as it sounds.
Jazmyn: How can I trust you when you paid another student to intentionally hurt me?
Randall: I thought we were over that! I did that to toughen you up! Now come on, let’s talk in my office.
Mason turns and begins to walk down the hallway while Jazmyn lets out a reluctant sigh. Jazmyn follows him down the hall with understandable trepidation as they both get down to his office. He opens the door and walks in, Jazmyn not being too far behind him.
Randall: I got something to show you!
Mason walks to a closet and opens it, pulling out a box and two brown bags. He places them on his desk.
Jazmyn: What is it?
Randall: Why don’t you take a look so you can find out?
Jazmyn first reaches for the box and opens it, revealing a pair of cowgirl boots.
Jazmyn: Um… okay?
Jazmyn reaches in one of the brown bags, pulling out a few folded up flannel shirts. Reaching for the other bag, she pulls out three pairs of Daisy Duke shorts.
Jazmyn: This is mine?
Randall: Yes. You’re going to be appearing on our shows now. You’re going to be arm candy for one of the new guys we just picked up. It’s simple. You’re going to be the Southern belle that just stands there and looks pretty.
Jazmyn: But I want to wrestle!!!
Randall: You’re not even CLOSE to being ready for that.
Jazmyn: Um…
Randall: What? Jeez, what are you whining about now?
Jazmyn: These shorts… um… they’re… they’re too short…
Randall: So?
Jazmyn: My butt is going to be hanging out of these!
Randall: That’s the point! That’s your role! You’re a shit wrestler, but you’re too pretty to keep off of our local television! Get where I am going with this? This is your foot in the door. You’re a valet. Deal with it. Of course, if you don’t want to do the role I’ve assigned you, you can always find another wrestling school to train at and waste more of daddy’s money.
Jazmyn’s eyes narrow with anger.
Randall: Oh… that reminds me… we need to give you a name. Personally, I like the name “Jazzy Belle”
Jazmyn: EW, that’s HORRIBLE!
Randall: Don’t like it? We can always go with something like… oh I don’t know… Jazzy Sunshine?
Jazmyn: I don’t like that one either…
Randall: Sorry, but that’s all I got. Those are your two choices.
Voice: Mason, you’ve got to be kidding me!
Jazmyn turns around, seeing Veronica, the head trainer of the women’s wrestlers at the school.
Randall: How much of that did you hear?
Veronica: Everything! Haven’t you tortured this poor girl enough? You don’t like her. I get it. You may not see it, but she IS getting better every day! You should have heard the practice promo she did yesterday! Honestly? She’s starting to become very good at them. And you want to give her this “Daisy Duke” crap and sexualize her?
Randall: Sexualize? The fans are going to go wild over her.
Veronica: You can do a “Southern belle” without humiliating her by putting her in Daisy Duke shorts. Seriously! Look at this girl! She’s gorgeous! She’s got the perfect look for a more prim and proper Southern belle, not this crap! Can we please have it be a classy thing?
Randall: Fine, but you’re buying her what she’s wearing for that. Want to decide her name too while you both get out of my office?
Veronica: I can come up with something MUCH better than YOUR suggestions. Jazmyn? Come along! Let’s talk.
Randall: Let me know what her name’s going to be. That’s all I care about.
Veronica rolls her eyes as she grabs Jazmyn by the wrist and gently pulls the young upstart out of Randall’s office. Jazmyn is in a state of confusion as she follows Veronica farther down the hallway and into the locker room area. Veronica locks the door and once Jazmyn realizes she’s safe, she breaks down in tears having taken enough abuse for one day.
Jazmyn: I can’t do this anymore!
Veronica: Jazmyn…
Veronica approaches her and straightens out her hair, getting it out of Jazmyn’s face while she wipes away her tears.
Jazmyn: I can’t! He’s just… why is he doing this to me?
Veronica: That’s easy. He’s torturing you until you leave. He literally sees nothing in you at all… but I do! You’re the only brown jacket left from this class. Everything he’s put you through, you’re not giving up. Now, I need to fill you in on something that he’s planning…
Jazmyn: There’s MORE?
Veronica nods and sighs.
Veronica: Mason is planning on inviting a world-class wrestler, he hasn’t told me who, down to the academy and he is planning a “surprise” where one of the students in the school gets to wrestle him… or her. He’s going to choose you as a way to humiliate you in front of everyone and if it works out “for the best”... for him anyway… you’re going to realize that you’re “not cut out” for this.
Jazmyn: But… I don’t even… I’ve never wrestled a match at all! He won’t let me!
Veronica: Jaz, listen to me. We have one month before this happens and I am going to train you and prepare you the best way that I can. But, this is between you and I. He’s not going to know about this. Once I get wind of which wrestler he’s planning on bringing down here, I’ll prepare you for this. However, this is going to require extra work and extra time. So, all I need from you is a promise that you are going to trust me and that you are going to be extra-dedicated to this. Can I get that promise from you?
Jazmyn: Yeah, I promise! Whatever it takes to get through this! I WANT to be a wrestler so bad, you have no idea and that’s why through all of his torture, I keep sticking around and pulling through all of this! If it takes extra hours, extra work, extra training… I don’t care! I’ll even fight this match against… well, this wrestler… whoever it is. Thank you Veronica! I was so scared.
Veronica: There was no way I was going to let you be humiliated out there wearing Daisy Dukes too small for you with the name “Jazzy Belle”.
Jazmyn: I’m grateful for that more than you could ever know.
Veronica: He can have his “Southern belle” idea, but it’s going to be FAR classier than what he had in mind. You’re gorgeous, you realize that right?
Jazmyn laughs nervously through her tears, obviously not believing that considering the state of her self-esteem at the time, but she cracks a smile to show she’s on the same page as Veronica.
Veronica: I can picture your look already. Your complexion… gosh it’s as soothing as the rain!
Veronica’s eyes light up, having just gotten an idea.
Veronica: That’s it!
Jazmyn: Huh?
Veronica: I just figured out what name you’re going to go by when you’re out in that ring!
Jazmyn: Oh! So… what is it?
Veronica: Rain… Jazmyn Rain!
Jazmyn smiles, knowing that the name hits close to her heart in quite the positive way.
Jazmyn: That’s a beautiful name!!!
Veronica: Jazmyn Rain! Lovely… just like you!
Veronica places her hands on Jazmyn’s shoulders, reassuring her some more.
Veronica: Hang in there! You’re not alone! I’m in your corner and I am going to do whatever it takes to help you get through all this!
Jazmyn: Thank you so much!!!
Jazmyn and Veronica exchange a hug and Jazmyn buries her face into Veronica’s shoulder just to let out a little more tears. Once they separate, Jazmyn wipes away her tears and takes a deep breath.
Veronica: I have a strong feeling about you. I don’t know what it is, but I have a hunch that you just may have more to offer to this business than anyone gives you credit for. Meet me at my place tonight, I’ll have dinner for us and then we can get started.
Jazmyn nods before Veronica turns and leaves her alone. She then sighs as she sits down in front of the lockers before cracking a smile.
Jazmyn: Jazmyn Rain…
She chuckles to herself.
Jazmyn: I’m going to rain on that bastard’s parade… that’s for sure…
Jazmyn sighs once more as her eyes begin to fill with the familiar fire and determination that she is known for in the present day. Now, more than ever at this point in time, the 26-year-old late bloomer slash upstart is determined to find a way to break into the wrestling business knowing that she has someone in her corner that isn’t going to give up on her when seemingly everyone else has. It would be this one encounter that would change her fortunes for the better. Just when it seemed like she was about to give up on her dream, this one moment of reinforcement would save her dream and allow it to grow further.
Still…
There would be more to come as her early journey continued on.
