Post by Jaime | Anastacia on Jun 7, 2018 16:55:58 GMT -5
“I’ve always wondered what goes into the mind of a wrestler before they have to speak. What thoughts go into your head when you want to say something that will give people the correct impression on who you are and what you want to be. It’s not a coincidence that I’m here, by any means. When my father came back to wrestling, I decided to strike while the iron was as hot as it could be. To be fair, Devlin Scott was a bit hesitant to the idea. I think he didn’t want to anger my father, but Aunt Chelsea… She doesn’t care how much she pushes his buttons. According to her, she’s done it for almost twenty years now.”
The camera approaches the hazel eyes of the heiress of the Alejandro family. The young prodigy known as Anastacia. She looks towards the camera with a bit of nervous energy. She fidgets in her seat with a bit of a bounce as she tries to keep herself together. The camera avoids her face for a short moment.
“My first show ever, as a professional, I have to face off against the current South Bay Champion and a returning wrestler. I’m not going to lie to you all. Jessa has done a hell of a lot more in her time than I’m even considered for. And Tasmin Richards, while the most stable Richards, is still a Richards. She’s my age and already a champion. In a short time, she’s held up the family name. Which brings me to the other point…
I’ve got a family name to uphold, ladies. A family name that’s three generations in wrestling and possibly more. Someone who understands a family name is also in the ring on my side. Iphigenia Medrapedes. Someone who was considered for the Olympics. Trust me, I did my homework on everyone. I have to. It’s the same annoying trait that made my father a champion and notorious prick to his opponents.
Iphy and I know a bit about expectations from our father. It’s pretty much been a driving force for us, separately. Being the daughter of a notorious wrestler like Jaime Alejandro doesn’t come with an easy expectation, either. People think he handed me an easy life, but it’s not the case. It never has been. I do thank him for certain things, though. I’m not complaining. Far from it, ladies.
If anything, my upbringing is going to make me work a whole lot harder. I’m at the bottom of the Long Beach Division right now. A fellow student has that belt right now. Before I can get there, I have to be here. I have to earn my way to where everyone is. I’ve only got a reputation as the Strong Style Princess. That doesn’t do me a lick of good right now, because I need a lot more than that against three other women in the company who’ve got a lot more experience in wrestling than I do.”
As you see Anastacia stands up from her chair, she keeps the small mask over the bottom of her face. She’s almost cautious in keeping the bottom of her face hidden from view, for now. Her tall figure seems more imposing than most women who enter the squared circle. Her outfit seems to cling to her tall and fit form.
“You see, Jessa and Tasmin. I’ve got nothing to really lose in this match. Do I? I’m just starting out at the bottom. You don’t think I know what’s on the line, though. Iphigenia… She’s gaining on you in the hunt for your title, Tasmin. But then, your own partner has entered the race. Do you trust her? I don’t know if I can trust Iphy or not. I don’t know her from Eve, but the thing that will be much different… Iphy and I have something in common.
Our fathers tried to raise us to be greater than ourselves. I do respect the both of you, don’t get that twisted. However, when the bell rings. When the names are called, I don’t plan on going flat on my back. If I do end up on my back, you better knock me out cold. Because as the blood of a hot blooded Cuban bastard and a mean as hell Irish lass flow into me, I may get my pretty little ass knocked down. But I’m not going to stay down for very long.
I sure as hell don’t expect the Spartan next to me to keep her ass down. Because, as much as we all like to quote lines from Frank Miller’s 300… The Spartans are still a prideful group of folks. In fact, if life didn’t happen… Iphy would be an Olympic Goddess and would outweigh all of us in that ring. At least in the aspect of respect, and yes… She did call me a ‘new friend.’ That much is certain. I need friends I can count on.”
As she says this, she pulls off the mask and reveals the sugar skull paint over her jaw. The intricate design is beautiful and terrifying in its own right. As she looks once more to the camera, you see a smile on her face. That same smart-ass Alejandro smile that her father has shown for almost two decades.
“Expectations, ladies. We all have them. I’m a realist. You’re gonna try to kick my ass to show how much bigger and better you are than the rookie. Even if you’re a nice lady, Tasmin. Nice doesn’t pay the bills. Isn’t that right, Jessa? You’ve never played nice before. And my little mishap… That was a test. I know what I’m going into.
However, the Greek goddess I’m teaming with… To paraphrase my father, ‘Has more games than Milton Fucking Bradley.’ As for me, you don’t know what Xaria Karloff, Chelsea Pryce, Adrien Cochrane and my father have taught me. You could think that I’ll be some little flash in the pan. But I’m not. The third generation of Alejandro is coming. The second one left the wrestling world shocked at the return of the Warrior Monk.
The third generation. The Strong Style Princess is going to fly. #Believe.”
The camera approaches the hazel eyes of the heiress of the Alejandro family. The young prodigy known as Anastacia. She looks towards the camera with a bit of nervous energy. She fidgets in her seat with a bit of a bounce as she tries to keep herself together. The camera avoids her face for a short moment.
“My first show ever, as a professional, I have to face off against the current South Bay Champion and a returning wrestler. I’m not going to lie to you all. Jessa has done a hell of a lot more in her time than I’m even considered for. And Tasmin Richards, while the most stable Richards, is still a Richards. She’s my age and already a champion. In a short time, she’s held up the family name. Which brings me to the other point…
I’ve got a family name to uphold, ladies. A family name that’s three generations in wrestling and possibly more. Someone who understands a family name is also in the ring on my side. Iphigenia Medrapedes. Someone who was considered for the Olympics. Trust me, I did my homework on everyone. I have to. It’s the same annoying trait that made my father a champion and notorious prick to his opponents.
Iphy and I know a bit about expectations from our father. It’s pretty much been a driving force for us, separately. Being the daughter of a notorious wrestler like Jaime Alejandro doesn’t come with an easy expectation, either. People think he handed me an easy life, but it’s not the case. It never has been. I do thank him for certain things, though. I’m not complaining. Far from it, ladies.
If anything, my upbringing is going to make me work a whole lot harder. I’m at the bottom of the Long Beach Division right now. A fellow student has that belt right now. Before I can get there, I have to be here. I have to earn my way to where everyone is. I’ve only got a reputation as the Strong Style Princess. That doesn’t do me a lick of good right now, because I need a lot more than that against three other women in the company who’ve got a lot more experience in wrestling than I do.”
As you see Anastacia stands up from her chair, she keeps the small mask over the bottom of her face. She’s almost cautious in keeping the bottom of her face hidden from view, for now. Her tall figure seems more imposing than most women who enter the squared circle. Her outfit seems to cling to her tall and fit form.
“You see, Jessa and Tasmin. I’ve got nothing to really lose in this match. Do I? I’m just starting out at the bottom. You don’t think I know what’s on the line, though. Iphigenia… She’s gaining on you in the hunt for your title, Tasmin. But then, your own partner has entered the race. Do you trust her? I don’t know if I can trust Iphy or not. I don’t know her from Eve, but the thing that will be much different… Iphy and I have something in common.
Our fathers tried to raise us to be greater than ourselves. I do respect the both of you, don’t get that twisted. However, when the bell rings. When the names are called, I don’t plan on going flat on my back. If I do end up on my back, you better knock me out cold. Because as the blood of a hot blooded Cuban bastard and a mean as hell Irish lass flow into me, I may get my pretty little ass knocked down. But I’m not going to stay down for very long.
I sure as hell don’t expect the Spartan next to me to keep her ass down. Because, as much as we all like to quote lines from Frank Miller’s 300… The Spartans are still a prideful group of folks. In fact, if life didn’t happen… Iphy would be an Olympic Goddess and would outweigh all of us in that ring. At least in the aspect of respect, and yes… She did call me a ‘new friend.’ That much is certain. I need friends I can count on.”
As she says this, she pulls off the mask and reveals the sugar skull paint over her jaw. The intricate design is beautiful and terrifying in its own right. As she looks once more to the camera, you see a smile on her face. That same smart-ass Alejandro smile that her father has shown for almost two decades.
“Expectations, ladies. We all have them. I’m a realist. You’re gonna try to kick my ass to show how much bigger and better you are than the rookie. Even if you’re a nice lady, Tasmin. Nice doesn’t pay the bills. Isn’t that right, Jessa? You’ve never played nice before. And my little mishap… That was a test. I know what I’m going into.
However, the Greek goddess I’m teaming with… To paraphrase my father, ‘Has more games than Milton Fucking Bradley.’ As for me, you don’t know what Xaria Karloff, Chelsea Pryce, Adrien Cochrane and my father have taught me. You could think that I’ll be some little flash in the pan. But I’m not. The third generation of Alejandro is coming. The second one left the wrestling world shocked at the return of the Warrior Monk.
The third generation. The Strong Style Princess is going to fly. #Believe.”