Post by J.D on May 4, 2018 17:00:36 GMT -5
Training Facility
5/1/2018
5/1/2018
Fists found the nearest object: unforgiving brick that did not shudder in the wake. Jesse felt the shock up his forearm straight to elbow which buckled. His forehead found the wall next as humid breath crashed into surface. Body bent with palms pressed so firmly they ached. He forced all weight into a push that did nothing but set him back to the bench. Jesse stared down at at split knuckles oozed with red trembling with regret and rage. It wasn’t satisfying. He fucked up. All the: ‘good tries’ ‘next time’ ‘good efforts’ swirled like a tornado until Jesse snapped clutching either side of his skull to forced silence.
“Jesse?”
In the direction of the voice, a mask placed over Jesse’s features only to fade upon inspection. Madeline-June Bell clad head to toe in comfortable clothing, baggy and mismatched. Platinum haired whipped up in a loose bun.
“What are you doing here?” He straightened up tucking his hands deep inside the pockets of that worn hoodie.
“Well, I figured I should see how you were doing… Since you’ve missed two training sessions. Finn and I knew that at some point in the future you’d wrap up training with us; we figured we would get a goodbye.” MJ took a seat next to him not bothering with a look. “You know when I first started wrestling, I could not get a win to save my life. I tried, I trained, I had the passion but… Pfffttt. No good. It wasn’t until I started tagging with Finn that we started to win. After he was injured it was my turn to fight on my own. I won a lot. I lost a lot too. Let me tell you something important, Jesse… Losing is not a sign that you aren’t good enough. It’s a sign that you have improvements to make. You know this! When you can’t beat an opponent— you correct, you square up then you push back with everything you’ve got. You… You hate to lose. I do too. CruZe does… Hell, Finn hated it… I know that no rookie wants to step into a company and lose. However, you proved you know what you’re doing. Tasmin won because of a ‘right timing’ type of move. Those things will come with getting accustomed to the new environment.”
“Thanks.” Jesse felt deflated. Defeated. Not in a self-pitying state but more of matter-of-fact. He lost. It just fed that hunger deep in his gut until it boiled him alive. His teeth grinded.
“This legacy you’re making for yourself… I can’t wait to see it when you’ve gotten your footing. You know this is a new sport, which means that experience will come with time. Grind away at it until you’ve got that… spark… then all you have to do is burn the place down.” MJ chimed with a giddy air as if memories got the better of her.
“I want back into that ring as soon as possible. That’s it... I hate waiting.” Jesse admitted wincing when his fist unclenched.
“Use this time to re-watch the match to find what went wrong. Study your upcoming opponents until their no longer strangers. Train when you can and relax when you can too. We aren’t the same people but don’t stress out on the past, okay?”
“Yeah… Yeah, I know.”
“Also, you know you can come talk to me whenever, right? That’s my job as your mentor. I’m in your corner.”
“Thanks, MJ. I appreciate.” He smiled.
He smiled until she walked away to let him finish packing up.Turned away from him, MJ frowned, brows furrowing up in concern.
Jesse frowned at his reflection. His hand curled back into a fist ripping open the skin a little further…