Post by tothetop on May 22, 2022 22:39:09 GMT -5
'My name is Ricky Rodriguez. Some of y'all might know me from somethin like the Margarita Mix..or as a Liberty Pro or Zion Wrestlin athlete. But most likely, you know me from Fight!NYC. Either way, however you know or know of me, I'm super fuckin stoked to be makin my Level Up Wrestlin debut. Or at least..now I am.
When the show lineup was announced and I saw it? I honestly felt fuckin offended. Like really fuckin offended by it. Sure, next month will be my first year in a professional sense but in this first year? I held three Championships across two companies. I am still a champion, the Zion Wrestling Gateway Champion, to be exact.
But even beyond that. I've grown..so much since I first arrived on the scene. I went from bein this naive lilbit of a boy to havin my eyes opened in every way imaginable..to growin up on my toes, forced to react to this shit on the fly..and I wouldn't have had it be any other way.'
All of the paperwork had gone through and everything was cleared. The home belonged to them, a feeling Ricky couldn't describe even if he had wanted to. He and his wife, Jennie Fenix, had fully moved in and were in the midst of getting really settled into their new humble abode.
Which, of course, meant loud music, more than a few drinks, some smoke, and dark blue lights. Ricky sat upon the rather nice couch in that living room. He was damn near melted into the material of it, not even being able to tell what song was on.
Instead, his full and undivided attention was focused on his beautiful wife, Jennie. She wore a long buttoned up flannel designed shirt. Her body moved, in sync, with the music while Ricky watched on with the utmost intent, being just as ass naked as his wife as soon to be.
Jennie's deft fingers found the first buttons she was looking to unbutton, starting at the bottom. With each button undone, more of her soft flesh was exposed to him. Unbuttoning the shirt up to her waist, she continued moving her body with that music.
'Don't mind the backdrop. It doesn't really have shit to do with anythin I'm sayin right now but it's just one of those things that just pop back into your mind, near uncontrollably, at times. I gotta be the luckiest fuckin guy in the world, I swear. Just look at her..goddamn.
But anyway, what was I sayin? Rightright, the evolution. See, thanks to my experiences in Fight..thanks to the people who've supported me and had my back..I was able to take myself, someone who was drownin in this shit..and build from the bottom up. I was able to become who I needed to be to be successful in this business.
Which is why it hit as hard as it did when Fight had to go on hiatus. That place was home. I learned more there than I learned everywhere else. I grew more there than I grew everywhere else. So, when things went down like they did..I was crushed..devastated. But, despite that..I picked myself back up and I kept goin strong.'
More of those buttons were undone as Jennie went higher up that shirt. Her bare stomach was the next section to come into view. Ricky never once took his half closed and bloodshot eyes off of his wife's dancing body. Completely and totally lost in the sight of it, it was as if the entire world around him melted away.
'In Fight, I met sooo many different people who helped me in alottaaabit of ways. Two of those who helped me out the most were Paul Montouri and Michelle Riggs. They've always kept up with me, made sure I wasn't havin too much of a struggle with everythin. People can say what they want bout those two but it's gotta be jealousy really. Even now, they're the reason I signed with Level Up.
I mean, why wouldn't I? Another new frontier, ready for me to trek through. Now, like I was sayin earlier, I did feel some kinda way bout this match when I first heard bout it. But I mean, can you really blame me? I'm comin in, hot as fuck, and y'all throwin me up against..Giant Waluigi.'
Jennie finished unbuttoning those final couple buttons only to pull that shirt off and throw it to the side. She never once stopped dancing, even now as she was exposed completely. Her dancing brought her closer and closer to Ricky. Turning her back to him, she swayed her hips back and forth, losing herself in the music.
'I couldn't help but to feel like it was a joke match..one of those whole..hey, let's see how much we can fuck with the new guy. Or even worse, I thought maybe they saw me as a joke. And that's gotta be like the worst possible outcome entirely.
But..the more I thought bout it..and talked to people bout it..the better I felt bout it. My perception of the match became better..became more. I hadda whole new outlook goin into this match and that didn't look good for..this fuckin guy..at all. Now, if you'll excuse me, Jennie's bouta throw that ass back on me and if you wanna see that, you're gonna hafta ask really..fuckin..nicely.'
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There's few things worse in this life than knowing people see you as a joke. So, you change things, you become more aggressive, you give them a reason to take you more seriously. And that's exactly where the mind of Ricky Rodriguez was. Having just gone through one hellacious workout, thanks to his pair of trainers Big Ass Bobby and Alessa Holloway.
Bobby was Ricky's brother. While not brothers by blood, their bond was deeper. In a time where Ricky's parents thought they couldn't conceive, they adopted Bobby, who was fifteen years old at the time. A little more than a year later and Ricky was born. From there, Bobby did everything he could to make sure his younger brother always stayed on the best possible path.
Alessa. She was another story entirely. The high school sweetheart of Ricky. Alessa is someone who was always there but not always in the best ways imaginable. While it was known by some, it wasn't a wide known fact that the parents of Ricky and Alessa were both a part of a cult in their younger years, that had since dissolved. It was something Alessa wanted to rebuild with Ricky but he wanted no part of it. It led to their separation. But now, she was back and thanks to some convincing from her and Bobby both, Ricky gave her another chance. So far, he hadn't regretted it.
Back to the aftermath of that workout. Ricky laid across a bench, sweat seemingly dripping from every inch of his body. Trying to recollect himself, he breathed steadily, regaining his composure as he did.
Ricky Rodriguez: I shoulda just kept doin what I was doin. This is gonna be so fuckin stupid.
Shaking his head, Ricky forced himself to sit up, despite feeling like he had just been ran through the wringer. Bobby laughed out, shaking his head.
Big Ass Bobby: You're not wrong for feeling like you do, Ricky. Just take those feelings and use them to push yourself that much harder in this match.
Alessa Holloway: Bobby's right, Ricky. I know how you're feeling. They think you're a joke so they put you in against another joke. Only, you need to show them that you're not laughing. You need to go out there and you need to send a message to them. You need to show them that you're the furthest thing from a joke.
Big Ass Bobby: You need to go out there and take his head off.
Thinking about it for a moment, Ricky nodded his head, agreeing with two of the people he trusted above all others.
Ricky Rodriguez: You're right, both of you are right. They wanna see what happens when they get a serious Ricky? Well, Ima fuckin show each and every one of them.
When the show lineup was announced and I saw it? I honestly felt fuckin offended. Like really fuckin offended by it. Sure, next month will be my first year in a professional sense but in this first year? I held three Championships across two companies. I am still a champion, the Zion Wrestling Gateway Champion, to be exact.
But even beyond that. I've grown..so much since I first arrived on the scene. I went from bein this naive lilbit of a boy to havin my eyes opened in every way imaginable..to growin up on my toes, forced to react to this shit on the fly..and I wouldn't have had it be any other way.'
All of the paperwork had gone through and everything was cleared. The home belonged to them, a feeling Ricky couldn't describe even if he had wanted to. He and his wife, Jennie Fenix, had fully moved in and were in the midst of getting really settled into their new humble abode.
Which, of course, meant loud music, more than a few drinks, some smoke, and dark blue lights. Ricky sat upon the rather nice couch in that living room. He was damn near melted into the material of it, not even being able to tell what song was on.
Instead, his full and undivided attention was focused on his beautiful wife, Jennie. She wore a long buttoned up flannel designed shirt. Her body moved, in sync, with the music while Ricky watched on with the utmost intent, being just as ass naked as his wife as soon to be.
Jennie's deft fingers found the first buttons she was looking to unbutton, starting at the bottom. With each button undone, more of her soft flesh was exposed to him. Unbuttoning the shirt up to her waist, she continued moving her body with that music.
'Don't mind the backdrop. It doesn't really have shit to do with anythin I'm sayin right now but it's just one of those things that just pop back into your mind, near uncontrollably, at times. I gotta be the luckiest fuckin guy in the world, I swear. Just look at her..goddamn.
But anyway, what was I sayin? Rightright, the evolution. See, thanks to my experiences in Fight..thanks to the people who've supported me and had my back..I was able to take myself, someone who was drownin in this shit..and build from the bottom up. I was able to become who I needed to be to be successful in this business.
Which is why it hit as hard as it did when Fight had to go on hiatus. That place was home. I learned more there than I learned everywhere else. I grew more there than I grew everywhere else. So, when things went down like they did..I was crushed..devastated. But, despite that..I picked myself back up and I kept goin strong.'
More of those buttons were undone as Jennie went higher up that shirt. Her bare stomach was the next section to come into view. Ricky never once took his half closed and bloodshot eyes off of his wife's dancing body. Completely and totally lost in the sight of it, it was as if the entire world around him melted away.
'In Fight, I met sooo many different people who helped me in alottaaabit of ways. Two of those who helped me out the most were Paul Montouri and Michelle Riggs. They've always kept up with me, made sure I wasn't havin too much of a struggle with everythin. People can say what they want bout those two but it's gotta be jealousy really. Even now, they're the reason I signed with Level Up.
I mean, why wouldn't I? Another new frontier, ready for me to trek through. Now, like I was sayin earlier, I did feel some kinda way bout this match when I first heard bout it. But I mean, can you really blame me? I'm comin in, hot as fuck, and y'all throwin me up against..Giant Waluigi.'
Jennie finished unbuttoning those final couple buttons only to pull that shirt off and throw it to the side. She never once stopped dancing, even now as she was exposed completely. Her dancing brought her closer and closer to Ricky. Turning her back to him, she swayed her hips back and forth, losing herself in the music.
'I couldn't help but to feel like it was a joke match..one of those whole..hey, let's see how much we can fuck with the new guy. Or even worse, I thought maybe they saw me as a joke. And that's gotta be like the worst possible outcome entirely.
But..the more I thought bout it..and talked to people bout it..the better I felt bout it. My perception of the match became better..became more. I hadda whole new outlook goin into this match and that didn't look good for..this fuckin guy..at all. Now, if you'll excuse me, Jennie's bouta throw that ass back on me and if you wanna see that, you're gonna hafta ask really..fuckin..nicely.'
____________________________________
There's few things worse in this life than knowing people see you as a joke. So, you change things, you become more aggressive, you give them a reason to take you more seriously. And that's exactly where the mind of Ricky Rodriguez was. Having just gone through one hellacious workout, thanks to his pair of trainers Big Ass Bobby and Alessa Holloway.
Bobby was Ricky's brother. While not brothers by blood, their bond was deeper. In a time where Ricky's parents thought they couldn't conceive, they adopted Bobby, who was fifteen years old at the time. A little more than a year later and Ricky was born. From there, Bobby did everything he could to make sure his younger brother always stayed on the best possible path.
Alessa. She was another story entirely. The high school sweetheart of Ricky. Alessa is someone who was always there but not always in the best ways imaginable. While it was known by some, it wasn't a wide known fact that the parents of Ricky and Alessa were both a part of a cult in their younger years, that had since dissolved. It was something Alessa wanted to rebuild with Ricky but he wanted no part of it. It led to their separation. But now, she was back and thanks to some convincing from her and Bobby both, Ricky gave her another chance. So far, he hadn't regretted it.
Back to the aftermath of that workout. Ricky laid across a bench, sweat seemingly dripping from every inch of his body. Trying to recollect himself, he breathed steadily, regaining his composure as he did.
Ricky Rodriguez: I shoulda just kept doin what I was doin. This is gonna be so fuckin stupid.
Shaking his head, Ricky forced himself to sit up, despite feeling like he had just been ran through the wringer. Bobby laughed out, shaking his head.
Big Ass Bobby: You're not wrong for feeling like you do, Ricky. Just take those feelings and use them to push yourself that much harder in this match.
Alessa Holloway: Bobby's right, Ricky. I know how you're feeling. They think you're a joke so they put you in against another joke. Only, you need to show them that you're not laughing. You need to go out there and you need to send a message to them. You need to show them that you're the furthest thing from a joke.
Big Ass Bobby: You need to go out there and take his head off.
Thinking about it for a moment, Ricky nodded his head, agreeing with two of the people he trusted above all others.
Ricky Rodriguez: You're right, both of you are right. They wanna see what happens when they get a serious Ricky? Well, Ima fuckin show each and every one of them.
