Post by Jane on Jul 2, 2007 5:39:26 GMT
Jane looked out the window of the Airbus 330 with a little bit of an anxious feeling in her stomach. Her heart fluttered at a quickened pace that she found a little irritating. She shouldn't be so worked up over an airplane flight. Sure, it was bound to be a long trip from Orlando to NWW's headquarters. But Jane had been on planes before and she'd taken longer flights than this one.
She chalked her apprehension up to excitement, not fear or some sense of foreboding about surviving six hours sitting on her butt. She was heading into the big time. She was going on an adventure! She was going to some place new and of a completely different pace than sunny southern Florida. There were new places to visit, new things to see and experience. But, over and above that, wrestling with the NWW presented unlimited opportunity. Jane would learn new techniques and better ring presence from tangling with wrestlers from around the world and with entirely different backgrounds to her. She'd learn tactics to deal with opponents of every size and level of experience. And when she won herself a title, she'd have a reputation to go back to Florida with.
That would be the life, Jane thought, resting her head against the back of her seat as the plane took off from the tarmac. In a couple of years, she'd be cruising across the world to defend her titles on multiple continents. She'd have the fame, the money and the appreciation of fans from around the world. Not a bad accomplishment for the young daughter of a citrus farmer who went to college for four years to earn a basically meaningless degree in Kinesiology.
"Hi! I'm Ralph." The young guy sitting next to Jane said, offering her his hand. He seemed nice enough but she knew what he was about the moment he introduced himself to her. She'd flown enough times to know a large number of tourists their age saw summer trips as opportunities to play the international dating game.
"Hi. Jane." She replied, trying to be polite but also exude a cold shoulder so that she could just relax through the flight.
"So... business or pleasure?" He asked, pushing forward despite the frigid inflection of her voice.
"Business, actually." Jane answered. She didn't bother to ask the purpose of his trip.
"Really?" Ralph exclaimed in mock surprise. As if a woman couldn't go on a business trip across the States, just men in expensive Italian business suits. "May I ask what line of work?"
Jane fought to hold back a smile. If this guy had been surprised that she was on a business trip, how would he react when she told me that she was a professional wrestler who was making her break onto the scene? "I'm a pro wrestler." She answered, looking him straight in the eyes. Jane didn't want to miss his reaction- not one moment of it. One had to take advantage of opportunities to have fun on flights like these.
"Really?" He half-laughed as if she had made the funniest joke he had heard in a long while. But when he looked back to her and saw that her facial expression hadn't change, he began to realize she wasn't joking. But Ralph felt the need to ask the rhetorical and obvious question: "You're serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" She asked, a confrontational edge to her voice now.
"Well, I mean, you just don't seem the... type, you know?" Ralph answered, shifting uneasily. He didn't like being scrutinized. He expected Jane to giggle and bat her eye-lashes like a lovestruck school girl by his sickly sweet politeness.
"The type? Oh, so all wrestlers are steroid-pumping giants or ditsy blonde strippers?" Jane asked, sarcastically rolling her eyes.
"Um, I think this might be the wrong seat. You know what? It is. I misread my ticket. Nice talking to you!" Ralph mumbled before hopping out of his seat to shamble down the aisle.
Jane just sighed, put on her sunglasses and sat back in her seat. Yeah, she was a little annoyed by the subtle chauvanism of Ralph. But was she going to let that get her down? No way! She was on top of the world. And, besides, she had the whole row to herself now.
She chalked her apprehension up to excitement, not fear or some sense of foreboding about surviving six hours sitting on her butt. She was heading into the big time. She was going on an adventure! She was going to some place new and of a completely different pace than sunny southern Florida. There were new places to visit, new things to see and experience. But, over and above that, wrestling with the NWW presented unlimited opportunity. Jane would learn new techniques and better ring presence from tangling with wrestlers from around the world and with entirely different backgrounds to her. She'd learn tactics to deal with opponents of every size and level of experience. And when she won herself a title, she'd have a reputation to go back to Florida with.
That would be the life, Jane thought, resting her head against the back of her seat as the plane took off from the tarmac. In a couple of years, she'd be cruising across the world to defend her titles on multiple continents. She'd have the fame, the money and the appreciation of fans from around the world. Not a bad accomplishment for the young daughter of a citrus farmer who went to college for four years to earn a basically meaningless degree in Kinesiology.
"Hi! I'm Ralph." The young guy sitting next to Jane said, offering her his hand. He seemed nice enough but she knew what he was about the moment he introduced himself to her. She'd flown enough times to know a large number of tourists their age saw summer trips as opportunities to play the international dating game.
"Hi. Jane." She replied, trying to be polite but also exude a cold shoulder so that she could just relax through the flight.
"So... business or pleasure?" He asked, pushing forward despite the frigid inflection of her voice.
"Business, actually." Jane answered. She didn't bother to ask the purpose of his trip.
"Really?" Ralph exclaimed in mock surprise. As if a woman couldn't go on a business trip across the States, just men in expensive Italian business suits. "May I ask what line of work?"
Jane fought to hold back a smile. If this guy had been surprised that she was on a business trip, how would he react when she told me that she was a professional wrestler who was making her break onto the scene? "I'm a pro wrestler." She answered, looking him straight in the eyes. Jane didn't want to miss his reaction- not one moment of it. One had to take advantage of opportunities to have fun on flights like these.
"Really?" He half-laughed as if she had made the funniest joke he had heard in a long while. But when he looked back to her and saw that her facial expression hadn't change, he began to realize she wasn't joking. But Ralph felt the need to ask the rhetorical and obvious question: "You're serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" She asked, a confrontational edge to her voice now.
"Well, I mean, you just don't seem the... type, you know?" Ralph answered, shifting uneasily. He didn't like being scrutinized. He expected Jane to giggle and bat her eye-lashes like a lovestruck school girl by his sickly sweet politeness.
"The type? Oh, so all wrestlers are steroid-pumping giants or ditsy blonde strippers?" Jane asked, sarcastically rolling her eyes.
"Um, I think this might be the wrong seat. You know what? It is. I misread my ticket. Nice talking to you!" Ralph mumbled before hopping out of his seat to shamble down the aisle.
Jane just sighed, put on her sunglasses and sat back in her seat. Yeah, she was a little annoyed by the subtle chauvanism of Ralph. But was she going to let that get her down? No way! She was on top of the world. And, besides, she had the whole row to herself now.