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Joel Harper vs Taryn Terror; Singles Match
Topic Started: Feb 4 2008, 06:40 PM (71 Views)
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  • • You'd be forgiven for thinking that as a complete novice within the world of wrestling, and especially at the big stage that is HCW, that Taryn Terror would try and shrink back from all the competition, especially if all that competition was male. But no... you see Taryn Terror, as well as being completely irrational at times... she's an opportunist and one which really wants to make an impact in everything she does. That's why, this complete rookie has done the absolute unthinkable. She has decided to go it alone, against the guys... Joel Harper to be precise, which is possibly a deathwish on the part of the newest girl in the race.... Let's face it, she's hardly another Joanie Laurer weighing in at just under a hundred and forty pounds, and only a handful of real matches to her name...

    So what exactly makes her think that she can win such a massive tournament? Well truthfully; nothing. But give her a reason to not try it... Yeah, exactly. I couldn't give her a reason either. So she signed herself up and was give the go-ahead too... he said that it was like she was walking into her own noose, but Taryn wasn't one to be discouraged that easily, smiling as she signed her name on the dotted line and holding her head up high to all those who so easily doubted her... of course she's used to that.

    But the pride, is all an act. The poker face that got her here is something that has stayed with her for her "career" in tricking people in believing that she could actually wrestle, and wrestle WELL. We all know it was bull, but still... she's already been a champion and had stayed as such until the federation closed its doors just a month later... Obviously, every rookie has a backstory... And Taryn now has her own blog for her quickly accquired legion of fans; who are collectively known as Taryn's Terrors... •

    "Okay... in this world there are two types of people, those who know exactly who I am and have done from the moment I was propelled into the limelight without warning. And those who haven't a damn clue who this random girl is and why she's suddenly a part of one of the biggest and best wrestling corporations in the country... to be honest, I'm with you guys, because I wouldn't know who I was either. I am pretty much a nobody.

    Well for those of you who don't know me, I'll give you a little bit of a rundown on the past six months of my life; Because that's when all this actually started. Because last summer I was a college graduate in sports science and nutrition, admittedly at a bit of a loose end and not really knowing what to do with myself. I was torn between finding a real job, maybe as a personal trainer or something... or going on to do a Masters degree at another University and following on my qualification. I wasn't sure... all I knew at the time was I had graduated with the first class degree I'd dreamed of, and as I was about to turn 23, I decided it was time to let my hair down. Well at least, that's what my friends had decided for me. I had no real choice in the matter... and to celebrate they were taking me to the biggest Casino in Los Angeles.

    Which is great, don't get me wrong - I'm all for celebrating in style. I didn't have much money but I coped, and so I decided once in there that I'd try my luck at a few of the tables. Blackjack didn't bring me too much luck admittedly, and the slot machines just confused me - so I decided to try my hand at poker. I was a complete newcomer, I'd never played that much before but I'd seen it on TV, and my mom loved it so I thought what's $25 on your birthday? I could have spent it on worse things...

    But as I sat down I realised who was sat across from me - Omega, she was a champion in a wrestling federation called HustlePRO... and was piss ass drunk, betting anything she had to try and win the money back that she'd lost... still, she was the only one left at the table as I came and sat across from her. My twenty five bucks worth of chips and a poker head on ready to play... Omega should have gone home, but no... instead she decided that she would bet her Championship Belt on the game... And I happily obliged... not really thinking anything of it if I won or lost... I'd already more than quadrupled my money on earlier games and now... now, she was scraping the barrel to try and win a little bit back... but it wasn't to be.

    I won that match Terrors, and that's how you've come to know me today after the owner of HustlePRO Stripped Omega of the title and officially awarded it to me as punishment for her recklessness (me, who had no wrestling experience whatsoever) and suddenly I was thrust into the limelight... well, I say limelight, the federation itself was an independent one, with a small but loyal fanbase. The sheer surreality of the situation got a lot of media attention, good for the federation but not necessarily good for me. What it did win me, was exposure to you people though and for that I am truly greatful. I think it's revolutionary that a girl with so little experience, and such a strange entrance to the business can get such a following so quickly, and my terrors, I thank you with all my heart.

    It has probably not escaped your attention by now that I've been signed to HCW. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous... because I am... I'm terrified in fact, but also I am excited. I cannot wait to see exactly what I can do in the capacity of a big, well-known federation where frankly I think I'm one of about three women - so as you may well have noticed, I'm gonna be up against guys. That's not by any means a bad thing, but at the same time... I'm not exactly all that confident in order to do that just yet. It's a big step for someone who has only wrestled six matches in her entire career... but it's a big start, and one I'm not going to waste.

    Why? Because I owe it to you guys - you've been there from day one, rooting for me even when things got rough and without you I'd have just wandered back to my personal trainer job and never given the business a second thought. Without you I simply wouldn't be here, doing what I love, bringing my money home and loving my life. I think I owe it to you guys to pull this off... this week it's the turn of Joel Harper. Undoubtedly more ready than I am, but who cares... He doesn't need to know that, and I sure as hell aint telling him, this'll be our little secret eh?"


    "What are you typing...?", a voice, a british accent, is heard echoing around the room... The scene then pans away from the glaring laptop screen and backwards, showing a small but still rather pleasant looking hotel room, and Taryn Terror sat at a desk, tapping away on a pink laptop... but her concentration now broken, as she looks up from her work and towards the bathroom as her best friend, Katarina, is seen walking out of the shower, drying her blonde hair on a towel. Taryn smiles, pointing towards the laptop...

    "My blog... I guess it's a way of me getting out all my thoughts, without boring someone to death in a massive interview in a magazine. Plus, it gives my fingers a workout!", Taryn grinned playfully, flexing the fingers on both of her hands to re-iterate her previous point. Kat just smiled, and sat herself on the end of one of the two single beds in the room. Kat had been Taryn's emotional support from the word go, and was now her travelling companion... she keeps our Double Tee sane when she needs it. Kat peered over Taryn's shoulder just for a moment before flopping back on the bed...

    "So... nervous much? These guys are meant to be pretty tough... but that Joel Harper... Yeah He's hot...", Kat said as she stared up at the ceiling, breathing in heavily before looking up at Taryn again, "No touching private parts on that one eh?", she winked before giggling a little. Taryn sat open-mouthed and wide- eyed at her friends pervy, but admittedly rather witty comment. Kat giggled again, in turn prompting an equally enthusiastic fit of giggles from Taryn, who momentarily got out of her seat, kicking her leg in the air to illustrate exactly what she'd do to Harper's private parts... or indeed, anyone's private parts who tried to piss her off. She knew where she wanted to go, and Taryn was ready to go to any lengths to get it. She had at least one BIG disadvantage amongst her peers, and this was BEFORE you took into account how light she was and how short she was. It didn't look good, but it was times like these, where she could just joke around with Kat and not really have to worry about things, that made her forget about the absolute mountain she would have to climb with each match...

    "You're such a MAN! I swear to god, complete perve... you can't sleep with my opponent. Wait... actually. THAT'S A DAMN GOOD IDEA!", Taryn yelled mid-sentence. She threw her arms at and pointed in Kat's direction, grinning to herself, "You could sleep with him, and distract him from the match... can't win a match if you're banging a chick in the broom cupboard!" she exclaimed.

    Kat sat bolt upright, shooting an evil look toward her best friend and folding her arms, raising an eyebrow and taking a good thirty seconds to open her mouth and actually say anything, "You make it sound like I'm a prostitute.", she said bluntly.

    "No you're not. People don't have to pay you to get into your pants...", Taryn winked before turning around and turning off her laptop, she stood up. She was, the most casual person ever today, in a big hoodie that she'd gotten at University, and jogging pants that were baggy at best... pretty obviously too big for our girl's small frame. She wanders over to her own bed, and flops down on it like a dead weight. She looks up at Kat and giggles a little, before wriggling into position so that she's lying on her back with her head actually on the pillow...

    "But that guy... most of the guys in general... but Joel Harper. He kind of frightens me a little bit... in the way a drunken tramp kind of scares you in the street. You'd rather not have anything to do with him, but you know that at the same time, he's too piss ass drunk to actually hurt you.", Taryn mused, almost to herself because Kat was far too busy putting Morissey on the iPod dock, which sat on the table between the two of them. "I don't know, I think I'm just... frightened in general Kat.... I don't know what to do. I'm still pretty shit at the whole wrestling thing." Taryn admitted, sighing to herself.

    Kat looked over at her friend who had come such a long way since she first won that belt six months ago, the transformation of Taryn's body, her demeanour, and her skills in the ring was mind-blowing. It was amazing that someone could do that in just six months. But she knew Taryn better than Taryn knew herself, and T was a perfectionist... and wanted to know how to perfectly execute any wrestling move known to man. Taryn was coming along fine in her training and was at the same point anyone else would be, but she was getting impatient. Even though she could still hold her own, the doubt had begun to creep into the young star's mind. "Your poker face got you here in the first place Tee, and it can keep you here if you know how to use it. The majority of people here have no idea you're such a beginner - you've obviously impressed the people who matter to get here. They wouldn't put you in a match where you're going to get absolutely annihalated are they? No. It's not good for their Health and Safety Policy..."

    Taryn couldn't help but laugh at that last comment, shutting Kat up with an impromptu burst of laughter... she just couldn't help it. "Health and Safety...? I didn't know if you'd noticed here Kat, but I am a professional wrestler - it's just my job to try and avoid getting hurt...", she grinned at her friend before failing to catch the pillow that was thrown at her from across the room... with such force it nearly knocked her off the bed...

    "You're going to have to do better than that tomorrow girl... they're going to be throwing punches rather than pillows.", Kat said bluntly to her.

    "Since when were you Coach Levy? Shut your mouth - I'm ready... I know how to fall...", Taryn replied sarcastically. She was putting on her 'couldn't care less' face but in all honesty, she was frightened. She didn't know what to expect -she knew nothing about her opponents... nothing about the federation really... she was just holding out on her own, limited skills to get her through... hopefully it'd be enough but then again, it may not have been. She was just going to take the match as it came... because there wasn't much else she really COULD do...

    "No, seriously I'm kind of worried for you. This is huge... the implications if you win are absolutely massive...", Kat said, "I mean... you could be like... the biggest star in HCW if you played it right."

    "I could be... look it's my debut, and I know all eyes are on me to justify my spot in the business and in HCW. I'm not taking it lightly Kat, you know that... but I can't lie here all night and just worry about it... that won't do anyone any good - so instead I'm just going to clear my head. I can't be frightened all my life which is why I'm not running away from what lies ahead of me... not in the slightest. This is, the biggest thing that's every happened to me and I can't be frightened of it. If I'm terrified I'll just fuck it up... and you know. That's bad... I don't wanna mess up. I need to find a flow and find it fast...", Taryn mused thoughtfully... she really was thinking long and hard about this, that was plain to see.

    "Chillax man, get some sleep... wake up feeling refreshed and ready. Just think of it as a blind date that you won't be able to bail out on... you're just going to have to sit there and take it, fight your way through and even pretend to enjoy it a little bit. You might even get to like the guy despite his massive glasses and horrendous acne. I know what you're like, you're a born performer... you'll get out into that arena tomorrow and you'll love every minute of it no matter what the outcome, but you'll just love it even more if instead of the geeky, spotty guy... you got Brad Pitt. You'll love it even more if you win... just think how much that'd piss these two guys off. How much it'd shock the world. I mean you saw the look on Baxman's face when you signed up to this tournament... you live for proving people wrong.", Kat said, "What better stage to do it than National Television?"

    Taryn knew her friend was right, and as patronising as the little pep talks seemed, she knew they were the best thing she could have right now. She had not a friend in the business right now, anyone she'd met in HustlePRO had vanished now. Now she just had herself and her best friend to steer her on what she desperately hoped was the right track...

    "Gah, why are you always right? You piss me right off sometimes...", Taryn retorted softly.

    "Just think what you'd do without me...", Kat fired back as quick as lightning.

    "I know, I know. Thanks dude... seriously. I think I'd need sectioning if I didn't have you around right now.", she smiled before getting beneath the bedcovers. Laying her head on the pillow as Kat continued to do the same thing...

    "You best not make me sound like an idiot...", Kat smiled as she looked at her friend from her own bed, smiling like a proud mother before Graduation Day. She was only a year older than Taryn, but she was like the little sister that she'd never had... she really was so proud of her best friend. She'd be there on the front row tomorrow - and be there for years to come no matter what happened...

    "Well... I best get ready for my blind date with Joel Harper hadn't I...? I have to look my best, and be on my best behaviour... Let's make it a night to remember eh?", Taryn sighed as she turned the lamp and the iPod off...

    "Atta Girl..."
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