Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 2:04:21 GMT -5
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The scene opens on the rolling pastures of a farm. It looks to be just a little past daybreak as the sun has rose above the horizon to light the sky in yellows and oranges. From the right, a young woman in overalls passes by. Her blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun. She acknowledges the camera with a nod and it appears the cameraman has to jog to keep up with her as the scene bounces a little. The woman is one of the nrwest recruits to Union Battleground, Cheye Walker.
“The only people that say life on a farm ain’t tough are people that ain’t ever spent time on one.”
She kicks open a barn door to show a soft faced brown cow in a stall. She moos loudly and Cheye rubs her nose.
“Good Mornin’ Petunia. I bet you’d like to release that milk huh? Well Imma gonna help you with that.”
Cheye pulls up a worn looking stool and grabs a bucket from the shelf. She rolls up the sleeves on her shirt and plunks herself down on the stool, putting the bucket down and begins to squeeze the utters letting long streams of milk ring into the bucket. She continues to talk as she does the chore effortlessly.
“And the people that say you can’t be a decent person and be a wrestler are the ones that ain’t never tried.”
She uses a hand to brush away a fly from her face.
“Despite what people might be thinking, I ain’t no rookie. I been doing this in the Oklahoma and New Mexico independents for a few years now. I’ve made quite a few friends and those friends got me in touch with the fella up there in Union and the rest they say is history. So before all y’all start assumin’ that I don't know which way is up, that's the story. So that Zombie girl talkin’ trash about how she a nightmare... well heck, that ain’t nothin’ to me.”
Cheye shrugs. It takes no time before she's filled the bucket. She pats the cow on her flank and she walks from the stable and through the opening into the field. Cheye lifts the bucket and walks back toward the house.
“Don’t be mishearin’ me neither ‘cuz I ain’t underestimating her or Mandi. I know they both are strong opponents and I gotta bring my top game to the table.”
She opens the door and puts the bucket on the counter.
“Mama... here’s the milk. Goin’ to check on the chickens.”
She closes the door, turning directly to the camera.
“I also don’t know where she be gettin’ this idea that I think the world is ‘rainbows’ ‘cuz I ain’t ever said that. Not once. Yes, I believe in fair play ‘cuz I got morals but that don’t mean I am gonna take it easy on ya.”
She walks toward the chicken coop where a black and White Rooster stands guard.
“Good Morning Billy. I see you are in a mighty good mood this mornin’”
She reaches into her front pocket of her overalls and pulls out a handful of dried corn. She spreads it over the ground and the rooster is quick to peck at the ground. Cheye smiles and then clucks at the coop. Within seconds, two red hens and a white one emerge and Cheye reaches into her other pockets to spread more corn on the ground.
“Gotta distract them to get the eggs out. They are new so they still don’t trust me yet.”
She lifts the roof to show the inside of the coop, lined with hey. Cheye searches through it only to come up empty handed.
“Nothin’ yet ladies? Well that’s alright. We will check again tomorrow.”
She makes sure the fence is latched and looks up just as a larger woman with short grey hair opens the sjde door.
She sets down another bucket on the ground.
“Here’s Jack’s breakfast. Better hurry up with that fella with the camera. Breakfast will be ready soon.”
“Okay Mama. I won't be long now.”
She gives the woman a kiss on the cheek and takes the bucket. She continues to talk as she walks past the barn.
“The two of them talkin’ ‘bout bein’ zombies and puppies... well if that’s what they wanna do they can go on ahead and do that but me? I’m gonna talk facts ‘cuz in the end you can say whatever you like but talkin’ don’t win the matches. Skill does. Actions do. And I been handling girls just like the two of them for my entire career. Now I ain’t sayin’ I ain’t lost some matches. But I got a lot more wins. And I’ll tell ya something, I haven't changed who I am in the last few years so I be doubtin’ they’ll be doin’ it in one match. But it sure is cute to be thinkin’ that they got me figured out. Bravo. Aren’t Zombie’s brainless monsters that are taken out by the good guys? Just askin’”
She smirks, coming up on what looks like a dog house with a short fence around it.
“Suuuuuey.”
Cheye calls out and from inside the house, a pink and black snout emerges, snorting and sniffing.
“Come on Jack. Got a nice breakfast for ya.”
She dumps the sloppy contents of the bucket into the trough on the inside of the fence and the little porker emerges. He’s only small but his belly nearly touches the ground. His body is covered in black patches. He waddles up to the trough and gives a hard sniff.
“Come on Jack. It's real good for ya.”
The pig snorts again before tentatively tasting the food. Then he dives right in with piggy delight. Cheye smikes, turning once again to face the camera.
“I’m sorry that the both of them seem to have had a rough start. Pretty sure that’s probably why they act the way they do however, that ain’t no excuse for being a miserable person who forces her views on others. Just cuz they believe something, don’t mean you gotta go telling other folks they are wrong for not agreeing. You think you can’t play fair in wrestling and anyone who does is wrong? Whereas I would never tell you that, only that I disagreed.”
She shakes her head before giving a shrug of her shoulders.
“But anyway. I ain't gonna stand here and talk about our difference of opinions ‘cuz we’d just end up talkin’ in circles. And Mandi... well you seem to be one of those girls that got yourself all tied up in the cobwebs and now you don’t know which way is up. It's true, I ain't the type to go talkin’ trash ‘bout nobody but that don’t mean you gonna get an easy match against me. I fight. I fight just as hard if not harder than anyone else. You wanna go on believin’ that just ‘cuz I want a fair fight that means I don't belong here you got another thing comin’. I can afford to be playin’ fair ‘cuz it works. I got strength. I got willpower and best of all, I got courage.”
She pushes off the fence and the cameraman walks backwards to get a good glimpse of her face. The sun has fully risen now, glinting of her golden hair making it appear like she had an Angel’s halo.
“Now if the two of you don't mind, I got other things to worry ‘bout that are far more important than name callin’ on the tweetbox. But ya’ll have fun with that. Lemme know when it works in winnin’ ya matches.”
The camera turns as she walks up to a group of three men gathered outside the side door. The oldest has light blond hair where the other two are darker and much younger men, but still significantly older than Cheye herself. The men move to the side to let the girl in first and the camera fades out.
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The scene opens on the rolling pastures of a farm. It looks to be just a little past daybreak as the sun has rose above the horizon to light the sky in yellows and oranges. From the right, a young woman in overalls passes by. Her blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun. She acknowledges the camera with a nod and it appears the cameraman has to jog to keep up with her as the scene bounces a little. The woman is one of the nrwest recruits to Union Battleground, Cheye Walker.
“The only people that say life on a farm ain’t tough are people that ain’t ever spent time on one.”
She kicks open a barn door to show a soft faced brown cow in a stall. She moos loudly and Cheye rubs her nose.
“Good Mornin’ Petunia. I bet you’d like to release that milk huh? Well Imma gonna help you with that.”
Cheye pulls up a worn looking stool and grabs a bucket from the shelf. She rolls up the sleeves on her shirt and plunks herself down on the stool, putting the bucket down and begins to squeeze the utters letting long streams of milk ring into the bucket. She continues to talk as she does the chore effortlessly.
“And the people that say you can’t be a decent person and be a wrestler are the ones that ain’t never tried.”
She uses a hand to brush away a fly from her face.
“Despite what people might be thinking, I ain’t no rookie. I been doing this in the Oklahoma and New Mexico independents for a few years now. I’ve made quite a few friends and those friends got me in touch with the fella up there in Union and the rest they say is history. So before all y’all start assumin’ that I don't know which way is up, that's the story. So that Zombie girl talkin’ trash about how she a nightmare... well heck, that ain’t nothin’ to me.”
Cheye shrugs. It takes no time before she's filled the bucket. She pats the cow on her flank and she walks from the stable and through the opening into the field. Cheye lifts the bucket and walks back toward the house.
“Don’t be mishearin’ me neither ‘cuz I ain’t underestimating her or Mandi. I know they both are strong opponents and I gotta bring my top game to the table.”
She opens the door and puts the bucket on the counter.
“Mama... here’s the milk. Goin’ to check on the chickens.”
She closes the door, turning directly to the camera.
“I also don’t know where she be gettin’ this idea that I think the world is ‘rainbows’ ‘cuz I ain’t ever said that. Not once. Yes, I believe in fair play ‘cuz I got morals but that don’t mean I am gonna take it easy on ya.”
She walks toward the chicken coop where a black and White Rooster stands guard.
“Good Morning Billy. I see you are in a mighty good mood this mornin’”
She reaches into her front pocket of her overalls and pulls out a handful of dried corn. She spreads it over the ground and the rooster is quick to peck at the ground. Cheye smiles and then clucks at the coop. Within seconds, two red hens and a white one emerge and Cheye reaches into her other pockets to spread more corn on the ground.
“Gotta distract them to get the eggs out. They are new so they still don’t trust me yet.”
She lifts the roof to show the inside of the coop, lined with hey. Cheye searches through it only to come up empty handed.
“Nothin’ yet ladies? Well that’s alright. We will check again tomorrow.”
She makes sure the fence is latched and looks up just as a larger woman with short grey hair opens the sjde door.
She sets down another bucket on the ground.
“Here’s Jack’s breakfast. Better hurry up with that fella with the camera. Breakfast will be ready soon.”
“Okay Mama. I won't be long now.”
She gives the woman a kiss on the cheek and takes the bucket. She continues to talk as she walks past the barn.
“The two of them talkin’ ‘bout bein’ zombies and puppies... well if that’s what they wanna do they can go on ahead and do that but me? I’m gonna talk facts ‘cuz in the end you can say whatever you like but talkin’ don’t win the matches. Skill does. Actions do. And I been handling girls just like the two of them for my entire career. Now I ain’t sayin’ I ain’t lost some matches. But I got a lot more wins. And I’ll tell ya something, I haven't changed who I am in the last few years so I be doubtin’ they’ll be doin’ it in one match. But it sure is cute to be thinkin’ that they got me figured out. Bravo. Aren’t Zombie’s brainless monsters that are taken out by the good guys? Just askin’”
She smirks, coming up on what looks like a dog house with a short fence around it.
“Suuuuuey.”
Cheye calls out and from inside the house, a pink and black snout emerges, snorting and sniffing.
“Come on Jack. Got a nice breakfast for ya.”
She dumps the sloppy contents of the bucket into the trough on the inside of the fence and the little porker emerges. He’s only small but his belly nearly touches the ground. His body is covered in black patches. He waddles up to the trough and gives a hard sniff.
“Come on Jack. It's real good for ya.”
The pig snorts again before tentatively tasting the food. Then he dives right in with piggy delight. Cheye smikes, turning once again to face the camera.
“I’m sorry that the both of them seem to have had a rough start. Pretty sure that’s probably why they act the way they do however, that ain’t no excuse for being a miserable person who forces her views on others. Just cuz they believe something, don’t mean you gotta go telling other folks they are wrong for not agreeing. You think you can’t play fair in wrestling and anyone who does is wrong? Whereas I would never tell you that, only that I disagreed.”
She shakes her head before giving a shrug of her shoulders.
“But anyway. I ain't gonna stand here and talk about our difference of opinions ‘cuz we’d just end up talkin’ in circles. And Mandi... well you seem to be one of those girls that got yourself all tied up in the cobwebs and now you don’t know which way is up. It's true, I ain't the type to go talkin’ trash ‘bout nobody but that don’t mean you gonna get an easy match against me. I fight. I fight just as hard if not harder than anyone else. You wanna go on believin’ that just ‘cuz I want a fair fight that means I don't belong here you got another thing comin’. I can afford to be playin’ fair ‘cuz it works. I got strength. I got willpower and best of all, I got courage.”
She pushes off the fence and the cameraman walks backwards to get a good glimpse of her face. The sun has fully risen now, glinting of her golden hair making it appear like she had an Angel’s halo.
“Now if the two of you don't mind, I got other things to worry ‘bout that are far more important than name callin’ on the tweetbox. But ya’ll have fun with that. Lemme know when it works in winnin’ ya matches.”
The camera turns as she walks up to a group of three men gathered outside the side door. The oldest has light blond hair where the other two are darker and much younger men, but still significantly older than Cheye herself. The men move to the side to let the girl in first and the camera fades out.
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