Little Rock - Trixie vs. Adalynn Duncan

[Jana Rikar]

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[Adalynn Duncan]

The camera rolls on the parking lot of Adalynn Duncan's, Las Vegas apartment building. Parked all around the lot are various cars from various tenants. Sitting on the curb in front of an empty parking spot we find Adalynn Duncan sitting with a suitcase right next to her. She is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white, sleeveless shirt. She looks up at the camera as the camera man approaches.

Try and try as you might and you still just couldn't get it done, could you Max? I did nothing but come at you with respect. I respected the fact that you had the heart of lion. I respect the fact that when person after person opted out of the main event you stayed true to being a wrestler and stuck in there. I even respected the fact that you did your thing and took home a big win at the big show. But what did you do in return? You tried your hardest to give me the verbal smack in the face. You tried little trick after little trick. A name drop of the champion to show how big and tough you thought you were. Questioning my motives in this business that I, just like you have put in the blood, sweat and tears for. Then even questioned my training. Didn't work out on any of those fronts did it, Max? You tried as hard as you could to get in my head and throw me off my game, and kudos for taking the shot. But the fact of the matter is, not you, nor anyone else in this business can get in my head. Not you, or anyone in this business can throw me off of my game. Reason being, because we are not even on the same field. I was not joking in the slightest bit when I informed everyone here in DWF that we are not the same. So to make it absolutely clear I will say it one more time. I AM a damn monster in that ring. Plain and simple. Cut and dry. Fact on top of fact. As each and everyone of you is pushing at your normal pace, I am switching gears and blazing right past you.

All of the sudden a black town car pulls into the spot in front of her. The driver of the car rushes out of the vehicle and grabs her bag and immediately walks towards the trunk of the car with it. He then walks around to the back, passenger door and opens it. She puts one finger in the air to tell him to wait a moment as she looks back up at the camera.

But in this business, as you can see, the grind never stops. Do I get a chance to sit around and go on and on about a win that just happened? No, no I do not. There are always more towns to make, and more matches to wrestle waiting just around the corner for all of us worth our salt in the business. Which brings me right into, Little Rock, Arkansas, and Trixie.

Adalynn stands from the sitting position she was in on the curb and dusts herself off for a moment before looking back at the camera.

You know, I could come out here and spout off all the things I have seen others say about you from Twitter. Or I could spew all the gossip that loves to roll around the back of locker rooms your way and be as unoriginal as all the rest out there. But I am not that person at all. You, Trixie, for the time being have my respect. Hell, you, yourself may even have it more than most others I know really. Why, you might ask? Because through all the talk, and all the whispers and all the fake going on. You do business. Night in and night out, almost literally I should add, you do business. You know what it is like to have to hop a plan to make it the next city right after you just finished a war inside that ring. You know what it is like to wake up in a hotel room early on a show day not knowing anyone in the area but still with the same goal in mind, business. And then on top of even all of that, each and every time you go out there with your hard hat on, ready to work. That is something I can respect.

Adalynn finally cracks a bit of a smirk from her serious demeanor that she has had this whole time.

You see Trixie. I know that in Little Rock, Arkansas, we are going to steal the show, because we are going to go out there and have a war like no other. Why do I know this? Because this one here, isn't just "some match". This isn't just some kind of random pairing for the hell of it. Oh no. No, ma'am at all. This one has something more meaningful than just another check mark in the record books. A spot in the match at the big show for the Jack Rikar Memorial Cup is on the line. Which in turn means a shot at the Defiant Title is on the line, and it also means a ten grand bonus is on the line. I, just like you Trixie, am no idiot, as I realize just exactly what all three of those things can, and will do for our potential futures here in DWF. I know I, just like you, have aspirations of being more than just a run of the mill wrestler around here. I am looking at this as a chance very early in my tenure to make one hell of an impact and I just cannot, no, will not let you take it from me. I won't let you become the obstacle here in DWF that trips me up and pulls me under. Understand perfectly clear, though this will be my stepping stone into the limelight, I do not see you personally as a stepping stone. You just happen to have the right foot holes at the right time for me to make my ascend to the top.

Adalynn walks to the open door of the town car, but before she enters she stops and takes one more look at the camera.

As I trust you will, bring your "A" game, Trixie, because I can promise you with every ounce of being in me, you are going to get all of mine.

The camera fades out to black as Adalynn Duncan enters the town car as the driver quickly closes the door behind her and scurries back towards the front of the car.

[trixie]

INT. MICHIGAN TRAINING SCHOOL - JUNE 2017
OFF-CAMERA

We see in the school a number of codes hanging from the wall and the students lining up, backs to the codes. Trixie is among the students in a grey tank top which is showing sweat marks from the intense drills they'd just been doing.

TRIXIE:
"Code 1, Superkick Every-[CENSORED]-thing. Code 2, Get up fast or you don't last. Code 3, If you stay down, expect a beatdown. Code 4, Running into the ropes is for dopes. Code 5, The ring is your tag partner, use it wisely. Code…"

The students continue to say, listing them all out, showing the style of wrestling. Their trainer stands, a man whom avoided running into the ring ropes due to it giving the opponent time to counter and instilled it as a huge fault in his students. Insisting they superkick every body part, not just the head to fully use the move to it's fullest capabilities. A man who would punish an opponent for staying down and would push his body to stand up to avoid said punishment and was one of the masters of using the ring as his own personal weapon. Trixie and all the students lock eyes with him as they near the end of the codes they had to memorize daily as if they were saying the pledge of allegiance. As soon as this was done, Trixie went to the promo room as her trainer points and whistles with his fingers towards that way where she'd be able to take advantage of the camera facility.

INT. PROMO ROOM - ON-CAMERA

Trixie stands before the camera with a much paler face than usual. Make Up was oddly forbidden in the school and Trixie managed to get passed it with a more natural make up ritual than usual, though she did miss the glossy feeling. Pushing that out of her head, she focused on her grand opportunity ahead. The room itself was small, the school's logo with "SS" written repeatedly in a pattern on the orange background where the logo was printed. The door to the room was behind the camera as to not have anyone walk in and interrupt either live or practice promos.

TRIXIE:
"How often does one get to face themselves in the ring?"

She shrugs with a suggestive, quizzical look.

TRIXIE:
"Adalynn Duncan. Vegas. Early twenties. Jumping from the Indy's to the big time. Shining Wizard user. Total Knockout in beauty and striking ability? I'm literally having a match against myself from 2015 and it's totally spooky….but it's totally what I need."

Trixie smirks, the rush of anticipation of facing someone she really did find an absolute treat, someone she could relate to on a professional and personal level. Clearly radiating from her body language is respect, flirty smiles as well as reserved pain as Trixie swallows hard thinking about the holiday ahead.

TRIXIE:
"And tomorrow, before the day of our match is Father's day. And just a few days later we will honour a father. Adalynn and me honour Jack Riker the best possible way. Tearing it up in the ring. NOW, if Adalynn is truly a Trixie blast from the past, then I'm betting dollars to donuts this girl has that revered stamina, endurance, pacing, uncanny tenacity I still have today. And if I'm right, then we're going to Rock Little Rock and leave it a wrestling memory to remember Jack Rikar."

Trixie takes a small pause as a sign of respect for Jack. Growing up without a father, she obviously had the utmost respect for Jana's way to honour him and her body language showing her feeling truly blessed to be a part of it.

TRIXIE:
"Me and Adalynn both had family who disapproved of wrestling as a career, we're both working multiple contracts, what sets me apart from her is what I know in the ring. The background I've had, the people I've faced compared to her. The Jan Roosters. The Blair Kivistos. The Candice Turners. My training was never Vegas grown, sadly, because I didn't want my mother to know of my wrestling, but I trained hard in the wrestling city of Michigan. I learned a style of pro wrestling very unorthodox to others. It plays to my strengths. My speed, my strikes, my endurance, my pacing, my ring intelligence.

The style is what I will use to make sure that I secure my spot inside the steel cage. Adalynn is going to come at me like a Vegas girl, a fiesty hellcat and I wouldn't have it any other way. A true clash of Vegas women for one spot that I truly want. I'm here to earn my way back to the Defiant Title and in just a couple days, I'll show everybody here in this school, everybody in that arena, Jana that I'm the Prime Girl. That I'm the fastest superkicker in the wild wild west, a heck of a reactive fighter, capable of one amazing Vegas stomp down and, if you've been following my ride in EWC Prime, Hashtag Sexy Neckbreaker Outta Nowhere. Hashtag Un-Kick-Out-Able. These are all tools I'm bring in my toolbox to this fight. Hellcat vs. Bad Kitty, to show Adalynn that she's going to turn into an amazing fighter one day, just not that day. Not on June twenty-second. Not in Little Rock. Not when an opportunity at the Memorial Cup is dangling before me. That's mine.

And I will superkick, Vegas stomp, sexy neckbreaker anybody who tries to take it from me. Adalynn, you're about to see why I brought the fire to my tag team; Team Firepower. No hard feelings, no disrespect intended. But you're in my way to a huge match in Norfolk. To honouring a father, and that's why this match is the most important match of my DWF Career.

Watch Out, Hellcat.

Watch Out."

Trixie says walking over to the camera to end the feed.

CUT TO:

INT. MICHIGAN TRAINING SCHOOL - 3RD FLOOR - ROOM JC - JUNE 2017
OFF-CAMERA

Trixie gathers up herself in the small accommodation room all students were given to live in while at the school. Trixie's was temporary, solely for her to recapture herself and it was doing well as she felt in the best shape of her life. Toned, confident, sexy, content with herself, the training was tough, her trainer was brutal in his approach but it did work, boy did it as Trixie never went to the dorms without an ache somewhere. Resting with no dorm party going on, everybody had either gone to bed and crashed out of exhaustion or was, like Trixie, curling up on their bed with a meal. Trixie had a ready meal; ravioli as she watched the battle royal where she stayed into the very end until she was eliminated by a running dropkick. Trixie's expression goes from impressed to smirk as she swallows down some noodles.

CUT TO:

INT. MICHIGAN TRAINING SCHOOL - EARLIER
OFF-CAMERA

Endurance training for the students of the school as they lined up and one by one had to roll in and take a move. The trainer stood tall, 6'2 with his arms folded. His hair large in an afro stroking his beard watching Trixie be the girl to deliver the move, due to the fact she was the bigger star than the students who were trying to find footing in the Flint indy scene.

Trainer:
"Go. Explosive."

He barks at Trixie who runs at the sound of his loud clap. Trixie leaps into the air with a ball and explosively pushes her legs out to dropkick an Irish student right in his chest as he falls down and rolls out of the ring nursing his chest.

Trainer:
"Walk it off. Again"

A new student rolls in, female, blonde and someone Trixie hadn’t gotten on with. Who ripped her Norwegian bracelet during training, something that reminded her of her own father and didn't need the clap. Trixie runs rapid and puts extra mustard behind hers to send this blonde, Hilary into the corner and let her head ricochet off the pad. Trixie can't help but smirk and relish in that dropkick and walked back to the other corner with a tiny skip in her step that she got a free shot at Hilary, the new Trixie at the school as dubbed by the Irish student who was walking back to the back of the line. Trixie stands ready to hit another one, another explosive shotgun dropkick that she knew would serve her well in her wrestling journey.

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INT. MICHIGAN TRAINING SCHOOL - 3RD FLOOR - ROOM JC - JUNE 2017
OFF-CAMERA

As Trixie reaches for the water, watching her upcoming opponent come so close to winning the 15 person battle royal for the CWC banner, she took a nod, knowing she was used to experiencing coming up short. Trixie herself had that very kick, a more shotgun version of the dropkick Carli Davis used in the match to eliminate Adalynn. Trixie swirls the rest of the pot of noodles with a spoon, the ripped bracelet on her bedside table as Trixie takes a think about her own father, how Jana dedicated a whole cup to him. There and then Trixie decides to make a promise to herself to dedicate the match up against Adalynn. On the eve of Father's day, Trixie falls asleep with tears in her eyes, hoping one day to find her own father and hoping he'd be proud.