Post by Liz Smalls on Dec 2, 2014 4:51:08 GMT
Liz walks into the gym that Blade had directed her too. The ‘Coast 2 Coast Covergirl’ has had an eventful day. From visiting her doctor to confirm she has only a mild concussion, to being asked to visit Blade and Cody Taylor’s doctor, to the daily twitter arguements, she’s been busy. Upon walking into the gym, she looks around. Liz is dressed in workout gear, ready for action.
Liz Smalls: Ummmm Bart? I’m here….
She walks towards the ring in the otherwise empty gym, her lip curls up in disgust.
Liz Smalls: This equipment is crusty dusty stuff...old. Ewwwww.
She stops at the outside of the empty wrestling ring, staring into it, still talking to herself.
Liz Smalls: I won’t let a ring be the place I die in. Not like daddy…
Blade Connors: Good.
Blade's voice echos through the basement gym. He's coming from the only door labelled 'locker room' with a towel around his neck. He stops in front of his baby sister, towering over her by nearly a foot. He's dressed in loose fitting Navy shorts and an under armour short sleeve shirt.
Blade Connors: There may be people out there that want that, but there are a lot more that wouldn't. Sorry it's not the conditions you're used to. I have a few methods to my madness
He smirks at her curled up lip, as she just stares up at him.
Liz Smalls: So, you brought me to an old, dirty, gym, why? Because it has character? Or, let me guess….
She puts her hands on her hips confidently.
Liz Smalls: Mayyybe because this is how they did it back in the days when ‘respect’ was still the cool thing in wrestling right?
Liz rolls her eyes.
Liz Smalls: Puhlease
Blade Connors: because, baby sis if you want to be a bad ass you can't be afraid to get dirty
He jumps up on the apron and slips under the ropes
Liz Smalls: So thats REALLY what this is about, right? I can’t believe it. For all that I’ve done in 7 months, people act like I’m still some loser rookie. Like I haven’t done some amazing things!
She looks appalled.
Liz Smalls: Like I still need to….learn!!!
Liz walks up the old ring steps and then steps under the middle rope, entering the ring.
Blade starts stretchig his arms.
Blade Connors: Sweetheart, even veterans still need to learn. You can never stop learning. In the grand scheme of things 7 months is nothing. Yes you won a world title. How many times did you successfully defend it before the place closed? You won tag belts but had to forfeit but then never returned to SCW as a full roster member. In the eyes of people that have been in this business longer you are still a rookie. Your training combined may equal a few weeks. So as I said, you can never be done learning new things to improve.
Liz Smalls: This is supposed to be our brother/sister bonding moment thingy? Big brother shows baby sister how to do moves she already knows how to do, baby sister puts on a fake smile, we don’t see each other again for weeks at a time.
Liz stares at Blade.
Liz Smalls: For someone that says they care, you don’t show it often. You’re too busy chasing women to even pay attention to what goes on in my life. And cmon, Jess Robertson? The girl who nearly killed me in the ring? I mean, I’m trying with her, but she has this I’m better than you attitude that really ticks me off!
Blade crosses his arms across his chest, the look on his face isn't angry but it isn't happy either.
Blade Connors: First off Lizzie, you and I have a massive complicated history. Just because some blood work and an admission of abandoning me says we're siblings doesn't change the fact that you and I do not see eye to eye. Secondly... Chasing women? Sabrina was the first woman I showed interest in since August and even then... I loved her but I couldn't see myself being with her a lifetime. We didn't even share a bed Lizzie. When you were with Sebastian you didn't give a rats ass if I approved or not because you were convinced you loved each other. Think of it like that. Jess has the experience in this game to be entitled to think she's better than a rookie of 7 months. Jesus she has a right to think she's better than me. She's 30 years old and there was a time she was like you. She is legitametly trying to help you. We're not just going to pucker up and kiss your ass. Let your new boyfriend do that.
He rolls his eyes, having gotten increasingly more upset as he spoke.
Liz Smalls: First off Bart, she doesn’t want to help me. All she does is sit on twitter, favoriting tweets about why I’m the worst thing ever. This is someone who sent me to the hospital, and you go asking her to marry you, like, DUH! Its NOT going to work. But….
Liz sighs, trying to humor her brother some.
Liz Smalls: I’ll keep my word and be nice to her, long as she stops doing the stupid stuff I asked her not to do on twitter. As for kissing my butt, you don’t have to, but mommy won’t let you treat me like dirt. She told me if you ever upset me to tell her and she would talk to you!
He shakes his head.
Blade Connors: I don't treat you like dirt. I try to treat you with the same respect you give me. And please, talk to me? Who pays her medical bills? Who pays for the expensive mud baths she thinks reduces the lines on her face. Who pays for that Mexican pool boy she dingles in the pool house on tuesdays? That's right, me. So please Elizabeth spare me. You want people to give you respect in and out of a ring? Learn when to keep your mouth shut.
He crosses the distance between them and stands a foot away.
Blade Connors: I have bit my tounge more times then I care to remember at some of the shit you've put on twitter, on TV even. You want a guy in your life that will hang off your every word and beat up everyone that says boo? You're looking at the wrong fella. Hire a bodyguard or a manager. I'm not going to pick who I love based on who you approve. I know in my heart that you really can be a sweet girl with incredible untapped potential, you just gotta find a way to show that without being a brat.
He lifts her chin to look at her, his blue eyes showing that he really did have a soft spot for his little sis. Liz can see how genuine he’s being, staring back at him.
Liz Smalls: Okies...I’ll do what I can.
She steps away slowly, freeing her chin from his hand. She begins stretching in the ring.
Liz Smalls: So, I’m still not accepting that loss to Lara Shaw.
Blade Connors: Its Lora, Liz.
Liz Smalls: Whatever. It was a choke, and I’m appealing it, but, I’m not against learning how to get out of submissions a little more or something. Y’know, just in case I ever get put in an actual submission that’s a legal hold or something.
Blade shakes his head with a smirk, deciding to 'pick his battles' he indicates for Liz to come at him to grapple. As she does he taps her arm.
Blade Connors: You need to tighen your grip. If your opponent can easily throw you off you lose momentum and considering that most wrestlers will have a weight and height advantage over you, you want to capitalize on everything you have. Think of it like being in a 80% off chanel sale and you have to keep a hand on this bag with a death grip or some other bitch is going to take it from you. Do you want to lose the bag Liz?
Liz Smalls: NO!!! I want the bag!!!!
Blade Connors: Then grab me harder!
He growls out as he feels her take his words to heart, not letting go and getting her arm around his neck. Being taller, she hangs from his back.
Blade Connors: See, now here is where you should captalize on my knee injury. Don't actually but you would kick my knee out.
He drops to his knees, feigning an injury.
Blade Connors: You know how to do a facelock?
Liz Smalls: Do I know how to do a facelock? Of course I do, Oh Em Gee you really DO think I’m a rookie!
Liz grabs him around the neck, locking in a facelock, squeezing it tightly, proud of herself.
Liz Smalls: Like that, right?
Blade Connors: Now a bigger person who has the advantage of upper body strength might use this to suplex me. There is no way you can lift me, so While you have the advantage, switch it to a crossface hold.
Liz Smalls: A what? Bart...submission isn’t my thing. I don’t know what that is!
He smirks.
Blade Connors: That's why we're here. I'm a submission expert remember? Wrap both hands around my face
She covers his mouth with both hands, nearly blocking his nose. He flails his arms to get her attention. She lets go, feeling akward and unsure.
Liz Smalls: Seee! I told you!
Blade shakes his head and gets up. He comes behind her.
Blade Connors: I won't hurt you, let me show you
Liz Smalls: Bart if you hurt me…..
She takes a deep breath
Liz Smalls: Okies, I’m ready…
Blade brings both hands around her face, locking his fingers and applying the slightest pressure.
Blade Connors: You see the difference? I lock my fingers to strengthen the hold. Keeping your hands flat is easy to break. We want to make it hard to get out of, hence it being submission. You wanna try again?
Liz Smalls: I just don’t like submission wrestling. Think about it Bart. Like you said, I’m so much smaller than everyone else. So, like, why even waste time learning moves? I should just learn how to escape them. Right? Because getting that close to someone stronger puts me at risk of getting caught.
Blade Connors: In order to know how to escape them, then you have to at least know the simple mechanics of how they're performed. I don't expect you to master the hold. Now, drop to your knees and we'll work on how to get out of it.
Liz takes his direction, dropping to her knees.
Liz Smalls: We’re gonna be done soon? I wanna watch a show tonight!
Blade Connors: My sessions are an hour minimum. If you get out of this hold, we'll cut it by half. You should have DVR'd it.
He chuckles. Getting behind her he once again clasps his hands around her face, a little tighter than before but not nearly enough as what he could do. He pulls back, locking her in, as well as making it impossible for her to voice any complaint. She starts to claw at his hands.
Blade Connors: Good but it won't work against a strong opponent. First off, don't struggle. You wear yourself out faster. Think of something that calms you. Then, use your elbows.
Liz takes in the advice, minimizing the wiggling around she was doing seconds earlier. Instead, she remains as calm as she can, and uses her elbows, trying to knock herself out of the hold.
Blade Connors: You're doing great Lizzie... *oof*
He takes a hard elbow to the ribs, causing him to let go and land on the mat. He breaths deeply, still surprised by the unexpected move. As he’s laying on the mat, Liz mounts him and applies a sleeper hold from the ground, trying to see if she’s learning how to lock in holds any better. She tightens her grip as much as she can.
Liz Smalls: Is this good?
Blade smirks, but she doesn't catch it. He knows he could easily throw her off but decides to humour her a little.
Blade Connors: Good, tighter and keep...
He takes a fake breath.
Blade Connors: Keep your opponent as far from the ropes as you can.
Liz tightens the hold, using her legs to bring Blade’s legs in closer to each other.
Liz Smalls: Just tap out Bart and I’ll let you go!
He tries not to chuckle. He comtemplates letting her have the win but what would it teach her? Nothing. He makes a big display of it though as he gets to his knees, essentially giving her a wobbly piggyback. He grabs her arms and prys them open from around his neck the best he can without actually hurting her much but he's impressed with her effort to keep them locked around his neck. He then rolls her off his back and gets to his feet, smiling he bends over resting his forearms on his knees, legit breathing heavily this time.
Blade Connors: You may never be a submission expert, that's true but with some work you could easily be decent at it.
Liz Smalls: Really?!
Her eyes light up at the suggestion.
Liz Smalls: I could be better at them than Lava or Lora! Oh, I could be the best submission person ever. Remember how I have The worlds prettiest dropkick? I could have the worlds sexiest armbar or something!
Blade openly laughs.
Blade Connors: Let's not get ahead of yourself there. It would take years to be on par with me, let alone Lora...or Lava who is world known for her ability to drop an opponent in minutes, seconds even. I said there's potential. Next time, I'll bring in one of the girls I'm training, she'd be a better opponent to spar with than me.
He regains his standing postion.
Blade Connors: Now, your best defense against a submission move is to grab the ropes. Someone like say, Lava is used to an MMA cage. No ropes so although she is very intelligent her focus won't be on where you're reaching. An opponent like Lora?
Liz Smalls: You mean the cheater, right?
Blade rolls his eyes
Blade Connors: Lora is quick but not as quick as you, plus her stamina and endurance are only average. If you can hold out by staying calm, not exerting energy; you can either outlast her ability to hold you or get enough shots in with any limps she fails to grab to get get free. Its strategy. No one person is unbeatable. It's more about having a good defensive game when it comes up against someone who is obviously superior in one particular area. If you use the largest muscle you have you can win against monsters.
Liz Smalls: The largest muscle I have is my heart.
Liz smiles proudly.
Liz Smalls: No one else has come from where I have, and done what I’ve done. So many models have come, posted selfies on twitter, lost a match and dissapeared. I’m still here. I’m proud of that. But Bart...I want you to come back too. I know you could still have like, an amazing career.
He closes the distance between them, enfolding her into a hug.
Blade Connors: This is the girl that I shine through so many times and then it fades out.
He releases her but not before kissing the top of her head.
Blade Connors: You do have a big heart Lizzie, but the muscle I meant was right here *taps her forehead* between your ears. When you're not letting your mouth run it for you, you actually have good things emerge.
He shrugs.
Blade Connors: As for me returning? That's still to be determined. For now, MY heart just isn't in to competing professionally. I don't think I was ready for the pressure that comes with it. We'll see where I am in a few months. Now go, get cleaned up and we'll grab some chow.
Liz Smalls: Oh, can I have $200 pleeeeease? I want to get a pair of shoes I saw the other day…
She smiles, knowing she’s pushing her luck but knowing that as much as he gets annoyed by her, he spoils her as much as their mother does at times.
Blade Connors: Tell you what love, you keep training with me without walking out and I will buy you a whole spring wardrobe. Whatever will keep you coming. But next time we can train at GBW, its not as dirty.
He chuckles as Liz smiles, looking up at her big brother.
Liz Smalls: Okies, deal!!! I think I actually learned alot today! Now, lets go eat and get out of these sweaty clothes. Ugh!!!
Blade and Liz pick up their respective bags and head towards the exit of the old gym, brother and sister on the same page finally, once again.
