Post by Jessica | Rémiel on May 5, 2018 19:28:27 GMT -5
REMI FONTAINE
EX Chapter 1-6: G O L D
West Coast Genesis: Unscripted
Vs. Izzy Roxx © for the WCG Long Beach Championship
First Person View: Xaria!
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Through the recording camera, I watch my nephew turn the pages of a technical wrestling rulebook that he's placed on a work desk backstage of the Long Beach Convention Center. He places a bookmark on every section he deems fascinating before he moves on to the next section. Insofar as I've seen, he's been studying the rules day in and day out. His beau, Jesse Anderson, or J.D. Ryan in West Coast Genesis, keeps an eye on him. He doesn't share too much, but he keeps my older brother Quentin up to date.
Ever since losing to Izzy Roxx, at Crossroad: Escalation, Remi has been laser focused on understanding the technicalities of professional wrestling. He is very thorough with his academic studies, but he's extremely diligent with the industry. His father tells me it's because he's never been the best with physical activities.
You'd never be able to tell this now.
“Corey Carter and Jamie Macintosh miss a lot of things. Ed’s on point.”
Remi exhales a breath he's been holding for at least a minute. He inhales slowly and keeps adding more bookmarks.
“Crossroad: Escalation really fucking sucked for me. It's one thing to face someone who's a friend. Izzy is pretty sweet, if only a little pessimistic, but I've got my demons too. We're the youngest members of WCG and we're going through a literal transition in our lives. She's almost done with high school. I've almost completed my freshman year of college. Now we gotta figure out what's next. It's stressful as fuck. Now it's not losing to my gal pal that upset me. It's HOW I ‘lost’ that royally pissed me off.”
Shaking his head, he slams the book shut, turns around, and holds it up towards the camera.
“Corey, when a wrestlers’ foot is over OR under the bottom rope, you gotta stop the pin attempt or break the hold. When we can't bring ourselves to kick out, get our shoulder up, or escape the hold on our own, this is the best course of action. The equation is simple.
Izzy landed the Izzy Rocketship for the cover. She amplified her chances by hooking my leg.
With my free leg being so close to the rope, I mustered the strength to move my foot under the rope.
The correct answer comes to an incomplete pin attempt; therefore, the count is broken. Thus, the match should continue.
Except, it didn't.”
He bears his teeth and slams the book down with such anger that I can't help but shiver.
“Now that's another fucking mark on my loss column when my record is already super fucking shitty. The critics are laughing their asses off. Jason Hunter is being an egotistical douchebag. People aren't taking me seriously. I am NOT four-and-seven. I refuse to accept that bullshit.
I'm four-and-six. That's still awful, but I intend to change that tonight. Corey, keep your shit together. My father and my aunt are going to help you make sure you don't miss a damn thing.”
We have agreed to this. Eagle Eyes. My brother and I will be very perceptive. Remi goes on with a sigh.
“Izzy, you're my friend and it sucks that we gotta do this again… well, maybe that's just for you. I'm not losing another title match, not again. Your boyfriend Adam and I are about to charge into the Tag Team Trials. I need this to prove that I can be among the elite. My hunger for the gold will not be satisfied until I have it. The Long Beach Championship. . . Don't hold back because you're gonna get wrecked if you do.”
He places his right foot on the book, glares into the camera, and I simply cut it there.
It's showtime, mes ami.
EX Chapter 1-6: G O L D
West Coast Genesis: Unscripted
Vs. Izzy Roxx © for the WCG Long Beach Championship
First Person View: Xaria!
- - - - -
Through the recording camera, I watch my nephew turn the pages of a technical wrestling rulebook that he's placed on a work desk backstage of the Long Beach Convention Center. He places a bookmark on every section he deems fascinating before he moves on to the next section. Insofar as I've seen, he's been studying the rules day in and day out. His beau, Jesse Anderson, or J.D. Ryan in West Coast Genesis, keeps an eye on him. He doesn't share too much, but he keeps my older brother Quentin up to date.
Ever since losing to Izzy Roxx, at Crossroad: Escalation, Remi has been laser focused on understanding the technicalities of professional wrestling. He is very thorough with his academic studies, but he's extremely diligent with the industry. His father tells me it's because he's never been the best with physical activities.
You'd never be able to tell this now.
“Corey Carter and Jamie Macintosh miss a lot of things. Ed’s on point.”
Remi exhales a breath he's been holding for at least a minute. He inhales slowly and keeps adding more bookmarks.
“Crossroad: Escalation really fucking sucked for me. It's one thing to face someone who's a friend. Izzy is pretty sweet, if only a little pessimistic, but I've got my demons too. We're the youngest members of WCG and we're going through a literal transition in our lives. She's almost done with high school. I've almost completed my freshman year of college. Now we gotta figure out what's next. It's stressful as fuck. Now it's not losing to my gal pal that upset me. It's HOW I ‘lost’ that royally pissed me off.”
Shaking his head, he slams the book shut, turns around, and holds it up towards the camera.
“Corey, when a wrestlers’ foot is over OR under the bottom rope, you gotta stop the pin attempt or break the hold. When we can't bring ourselves to kick out, get our shoulder up, or escape the hold on our own, this is the best course of action. The equation is simple.
Izzy landed the Izzy Rocketship for the cover. She amplified her chances by hooking my leg.
With my free leg being so close to the rope, I mustered the strength to move my foot under the rope.
The correct answer comes to an incomplete pin attempt; therefore, the count is broken. Thus, the match should continue.
Except, it didn't.”
He bears his teeth and slams the book down with such anger that I can't help but shiver.
“Now that's another fucking mark on my loss column when my record is already super fucking shitty. The critics are laughing their asses off. Jason Hunter is being an egotistical douchebag. People aren't taking me seriously. I am NOT four-and-seven. I refuse to accept that bullshit.
I'm four-and-six. That's still awful, but I intend to change that tonight. Corey, keep your shit together. My father and my aunt are going to help you make sure you don't miss a damn thing.”
We have agreed to this. Eagle Eyes. My brother and I will be very perceptive. Remi goes on with a sigh.
“Izzy, you're my friend and it sucks that we gotta do this again… well, maybe that's just for you. I'm not losing another title match, not again. Your boyfriend Adam and I are about to charge into the Tag Team Trials. I need this to prove that I can be among the elite. My hunger for the gold will not be satisfied until I have it. The Long Beach Championship. . . Don't hold back because you're gonna get wrecked if you do.”
He places his right foot on the book, glares into the camera, and I simply cut it there.
It's showtime, mes ami.
