Da Prophet
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MD 140 - Randy Studd versus Yemrez Reqonic [Gold Rush: Round 1]
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It's All About Bliss.!
~Chapter 4: Tourney Nervousness~
A Day before Meltdown 140
8:17
The scene opens with Yemrez Reqonıc and Kıvanç Carrasco in their newly bought gym. While Yemrez was training, Kıvanç was busy with his tablet. Yemrez ended her training and then relaxed sitting besides Kıvanç.
Yemrez: I'm pretty nervous about tomorrow.
The word "nervous" immediately catches Kıvanç's attention and he's shocked to know that his fiancée is nervous. Without saying anything, he keeps watching Yemrez with his eyes asking for an answer.
Yemrez: I'm nervous about the Gold Rush tournament. The last time I competed in a tournament was Summer Olympics in 2016 and I choked hard there. I don't want to choke again when there are high stakes for this tournament just like Olympics.
Kıvanç isn't glad to know that Yemrez is nervous. But he doesn't speak anything and lets Yemrez pour her heart out about it.
Yemrez: That day still haunts me. The way I lost you and my sister, the way it happened on the day of finals and the way I choked at the most important moment of my life. I mean, Gold Medal was what I had yearned from the beginning itself. It wasn't just a medal for me, It was like what a Bull's eye is for an archer. Water for a thirsty crow. Food for a hungry animal. And I still couldn't make the most of that precious opportunity. And WZCW World Heavyweight Championship is what Gold Medal was. I don't want to waste this opportunity.
Kıvanç: I agree that you couldn't win the gold but the circumstances were against you, elu. Gold Rush tournament starts from tomorrow and circumstances are nowhere near bad for you. Its all going good so why be nervous when you have everything what it takes to win?
Yemrez: You're right but....
Kıvanç interrupts Yemrez and proceeds to speak.
Kıvanç: Wait! What about the gold you won at World Championship in 2013? What about the same in 2014? Or even in 2015?
Yemrez: Ummmm... Yeah, I won gold in 3 consecutive World Championships. But I crumbled under pressure at a bigger and more important tournament. World Championship is significant but Olympics was the ultimate goal. Here, WZCW World Heavyweight Championship is the ultimate goal and I've gotten an opportunity to achieve that goal. But what if I choke?
Kıvanç: The "What If" is very misguided. If you're going to use "What If", then why not in a positive manner? What if you don't choke? What if you win tomorrow? What if you win the whole tourney? There are always two sides of a coin, sweetheart.
Yemrez: You're right. But when something that shouldn't have happened, happens once then there's lot of doubt and insecurity.
Kıvanç: I can understand. I'll help ya though.
Saying so, Kıvanç opens a video on his tablet and shows it to Yemrez.
Kıvanç: Remember this? When you posed for Yoga Life in January 2016?
Yemrez nods in approval and then proceeds to watch the video.
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Kıvanç: You were so nervous about this. So so nervous. You had the skill to execute these poses but you were just nervous to do so on camera with multiple people watching you live. But you curbed your nervousness and successfully completed it. And that's how you need to curb your tourney nervousness.
Yemrez kisses him lightly on the cheek and seems a lot better than before.
Kıvanç: And for your kind information, it wasn't the first time you did it. Here's another evidence, elu. Remember when you did another promotional video for a mobile company, Vivo? The topic being Celebrating Womanhood and rightfully so. See.
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After watching the whole video, Yemrez is even more happier and shows it by giving Kıvanç a tight hug. She embraced him continuously for almost ten minutes while whispering "Thanks" a bunch of times. Kıvanç couldn't be more happier since his mission of making Yemrez a successful wrestler was being accomplished gradually.
Yemrez: Your presence in my life has really helped me. Like now you've boosted my confidence quite easily and I'm no more nervous about the tourney. I know that I'm talented enough to beat the so-called "Ladies Man" Randy Studd on my own and move on to the next round of this Gold Rush tournament.
The scene fades to black while they continue talking.
Same Day
23:20
We see Yemrez lying awake on the bed along with Kıvanç with the latter sleeping. She finally closed her eyes and started talking to herself.
Yemrez (to herself): I can defeat you, Randy Studd. You didn't join WZCW for being the best wrestler. You didn't join to entertain people either. You didn't join to showcase your wrestling skills. You joined to satisfy your inflated ego. You joined to make people praise you everytime. You joined because you're a desperate individual expecting that people will worship you. You joined to impress people with your looks. You joined it to quench your thirst of attention. You joined it to prove your superiority complex. Heck, You joined professional wrestling federation without caring about wrestling itself. But what's a wrestler who doesn't care about wrestling itself? Any guess? No? I'll help you. That isn't a wrestler. A wrestler doesn't work for his own good. He works to entertain crowds with his skills. He doesn't want people to worship him. He respects others and treats them like human beings. Unlike you. You take other people for granted and want them to follow you like sheep and shower praises after praises on you and that too for doing nothing. You joined WZCW for all the wrong reasons anyone could. But it's WZCW. A legitimate wrestling federation. Where talent beats looks and everything else doesn't matter. It's not a beauty pageant dammit, you would've suited there better since physical attraction works there. Except that you've already arrived at a wrong place. And you'll surely pay for it. Just like Justin Cooper. Whose mask of being a hero diminished completely at Apocalypse. A person I'm ashamed to be calling the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion. Because he totally contradicts what a "real" champion is. He chose to be a puppet of the powers that be, instead of fighting fairly and winning the hearts of people. In your case, it's even easier since you don't hide your true self behind any mask like him. Conceited individuals like you and Justin don't last long since the truth always has the last laugh over lies. Same for Love over hate. Just like me over you, Randy. Or me over Justin. Gold Rush isn't just a tournament for me. It's my path of retribution on behalf of every single person who was betrayed by Justin. I'll defeat everyone in my path to earn the opportunity to face Justin. And then I'll do what hasn't been done lately. I'll do what Mikey Stormrage couldn't. I'll do what Garth Black couldn't. I'll do what my inspiration Eve Taylor couldn't do. I'll defeat Justin Cooper fair and square in the ring. The upshot won't be different for you. I can defeat you, Randy. I CAN. And most importantly I WILL.....
Becky Serra looked down at the card one more time.
"Randy Studd.
Part time wrestler, full time heartthrob."
She looked up from the card to see the self-claimed Adonis preening himself in the reflection of her office window at WZCW towers. She watched in bemusement as the all 152,425 hairs on his head were meticulously put into place. He was wearing a t-shirt a size too small that revealed his muscular physique beneath an open blazer. There was something attractive about him, no doubt, but he was unbearably repulsive at the same time. A dichotomy of disgustingness. She began to speak.
"Mr. Studd, it says here that you are a part time wrestler. Why are you seeking full time employment?"
Very slowly, Studd began to remove himself from the trance of narcissism he found himself in.
"Well..." he replied "those cards are quite old. And you see, I got a lot made and I don't give many out..."
The penny dropped for Becky "ohhhh because people aren't interested in your heart-throb services?"
"NO!" he exclaimed "Because my reputation proceeds me. You see, all of the men want to be me, and the women, well they want to be with me. And the thing is, you don't need a card to tell you that when you can just look at the total package and just know. You know? You know..."
Becky did not know. This guy was clearly a tool, but maybe he had what it took. With the recent departures of some big names, WZCW certainly needed fresh blood, but did it need blood that was pumping through a six-foot-tall phallus? Probably not. She decided to see his credentials.
"You know ordinarily I wouldn't offer anyone who walks through the door a deal. We have too many guys and girls who come in and make no impression. What can you offer me that nobody else can"
She looked up to see Studd biting his lower lip and pointing to his crotch, where he had clearly stuffed a pair of socks in his jeans. Becky was nonplussed by this, to Randy's complete and utter surprise.
"No, Mr Studd, I'm not interested in anything you have to offer outside of the wrestling ring..."
Like a flash, Studd interrupted, his words gradually becoming more melodic until he started singing, both out of time and tune.
"But I have so much to give outside the ring. This body? Money. This style? Money. Thiiiis voooiiiiice? Monaayyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
"I'VE HEARD ENOUGH!!"
Studd smiled and pulled the lapels on his blazer, delighted that Becky had seen what he could offer vocally. He allowed Becky to continue.
"Right, Mr. Studd, please let's focus on the wrestling. Not the singing, not the abs, the wrestling. If I were to offer you a spot in the Gold Rush tournament, purely hypothetically, what would you seek to do with that opportunity?"
Studd pondered.
"Well, I'd win it all. You see, when it comes to women, I'm an equal opportunities lover. They could be black or white or brown or yellow or red..."
Becky interjected "I'd just like to stop you there. Firstly, some of the 'equal opportunities' you describe there are pretty insensitive. And secondly, that has absolutely nothing to do with the question I asked, but please, if you can answer it, get on and do it."
"You see, you didn't let me finish. When I'm in charge, the lady always finishes, and I expect that in return. I was saying that I'm an equal opportunities lover when it comes to the ladies, but I'm an equal opportunities fighter when it comes to the men. I don't really care if the they're big or small, high flyers or power bott.., I mean power guys, or technical or brutish, I smash through them all. So I can enter your tournament knowing that whatever the chocolate box selection of wrestlers that get sent my way look like, I will devour them all. And then do some HIIT so I don't lose my edges."
"O...k... What if I told you that the opponent you'd most likely face in the first round was a woman?"
"I'd say I'd beat her so I progressed in the tournament or let her beat me so I progressed in the tournament. If you know what I'm saying."
"Everyone always knows what you're saying"
"Yeah, well, I'd have no problem facing a woman, and to be honest it makes my life easier, because once she's gone weak at the knees, I can have my way with her!"
"You might want to reconsider that, there's a certain...implication. Anyway, if I do put you in the tournament, you'll face Yemrez Reqonic."
Studd thought for what he thought was a millisecond, but was actually about six full seconds.
"Well with a name like that, she should be use to a bit of a mouthful. I'm gonna show her that I can be a bit of a handful..."
"Riiight. Do you know anything about this woman?"
"I prefer to look at the pictures than read the article"
"Shocking. Well, she's a formidable fighter, from Estonia"
"Which state is Estonia in?"
"It's not in any state, it's an independent country that used to be in the Soviet Union"
"Well, let's just say that there won't be any Union for Randy Studd, I'm a one night kind of guy, and I'll beat Yemrez in one night. Then.. well.. we'll see."
"You don't know what the Soviet Union is, do you?"
"Of course I do" said Studd, very unconvincingly.
"It was a Communist country that has now split into many smaller ones like Russia"
"So she's Russian? Well, she'll be Rushin' to tell all her pals what a hot stud Randy Studd is"
"She's not Russian, she's Estonian"
"Like that British guy with the hair? Boris Johnson. I saw on the news that he's an Old Estonian"
"That's Etonian, it's a private school in England where Prince William went."
"So this Yemrez chick went to school with Prince William? Wow. Well I'm going to take her back to school."
Becky Serra had reached the limit of her patience. While it was true that this guy had a look, he also had no charm whatsoever. Could he be a future champion? Unlikely. Could he be a great ambassador? Certainly not. Giving this guy a microphone would make the suffragettes turn in their graves, but by the same token, people would pay to see a fool like this get beaten up. Against her better judgement, she made a decision.
"Ok, I'll give you a shot"
Studd was elated "thank you so much! I should give you a shot to say thanks, but I won't. I know that bitches need respect, and that's what I'm going to do."
Becky Serra immediately regretted her decision.
"Randy Studd.
Part time wrestler, full time heartthrob."
She looked up from the card to see the self-claimed Adonis preening himself in the reflection of her office window at WZCW towers. She watched in bemusement as the all 152,425 hairs on his head were meticulously put into place. He was wearing a t-shirt a size too small that revealed his muscular physique beneath an open blazer. There was something attractive about him, no doubt, but he was unbearably repulsive at the same time. A dichotomy of disgustingness. She began to speak.
"Mr. Studd, it says here that you are a part time wrestler. Why are you seeking full time employment?"
Very slowly, Studd began to remove himself from the trance of narcissism he found himself in.
"Well..." he replied "those cards are quite old. And you see, I got a lot made and I don't give many out..."
The penny dropped for Becky "ohhhh because people aren't interested in your heart-throb services?"
"NO!" he exclaimed "Because my reputation proceeds me. You see, all of the men want to be me, and the women, well they want to be with me. And the thing is, you don't need a card to tell you that when you can just look at the total package and just know. You know? You know..."
Becky did not know. This guy was clearly a tool, but maybe he had what it took. With the recent departures of some big names, WZCW certainly needed fresh blood, but did it need blood that was pumping through a six-foot-tall phallus? Probably not. She decided to see his credentials.
"You know ordinarily I wouldn't offer anyone who walks through the door a deal. We have too many guys and girls who come in and make no impression. What can you offer me that nobody else can"
She looked up to see Studd biting his lower lip and pointing to his crotch, where he had clearly stuffed a pair of socks in his jeans. Becky was nonplussed by this, to Randy's complete and utter surprise.
"No, Mr Studd, I'm not interested in anything you have to offer outside of the wrestling ring..."
Like a flash, Studd interrupted, his words gradually becoming more melodic until he started singing, both out of time and tune.
"But I have so much to give outside the ring. This body? Money. This style? Money. Thiiiis voooiiiiice? Monaayyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
"I'VE HEARD ENOUGH!!"
Studd smiled and pulled the lapels on his blazer, delighted that Becky had seen what he could offer vocally. He allowed Becky to continue.
"Right, Mr. Studd, please let's focus on the wrestling. Not the singing, not the abs, the wrestling. If I were to offer you a spot in the Gold Rush tournament, purely hypothetically, what would you seek to do with that opportunity?"
Studd pondered.
"Well, I'd win it all. You see, when it comes to women, I'm an equal opportunities lover. They could be black or white or brown or yellow or red..."
Becky interjected "I'd just like to stop you there. Firstly, some of the 'equal opportunities' you describe there are pretty insensitive. And secondly, that has absolutely nothing to do with the question I asked, but please, if you can answer it, get on and do it."
"You see, you didn't let me finish. When I'm in charge, the lady always finishes, and I expect that in return. I was saying that I'm an equal opportunities lover when it comes to the ladies, but I'm an equal opportunities fighter when it comes to the men. I don't really care if the they're big or small, high flyers or power bott.., I mean power guys, or technical or brutish, I smash through them all. So I can enter your tournament knowing that whatever the chocolate box selection of wrestlers that get sent my way look like, I will devour them all. And then do some HIIT so I don't lose my edges."
"O...k... What if I told you that the opponent you'd most likely face in the first round was a woman?"
"I'd say I'd beat her so I progressed in the tournament or let her beat me so I progressed in the tournament. If you know what I'm saying."
"Everyone always knows what you're saying"
"Yeah, well, I'd have no problem facing a woman, and to be honest it makes my life easier, because once she's gone weak at the knees, I can have my way with her!"
"You might want to reconsider that, there's a certain...implication. Anyway, if I do put you in the tournament, you'll face Yemrez Reqonic."
Studd thought for what he thought was a millisecond, but was actually about six full seconds.
"Well with a name like that, she should be use to a bit of a mouthful. I'm gonna show her that I can be a bit of a handful..."
"Riiight. Do you know anything about this woman?"
"I prefer to look at the pictures than read the article"
"Shocking. Well, she's a formidable fighter, from Estonia"
"Which state is Estonia in?"
"It's not in any state, it's an independent country that used to be in the Soviet Union"
"Well, let's just say that there won't be any Union for Randy Studd, I'm a one night kind of guy, and I'll beat Yemrez in one night. Then.. well.. we'll see."
"You don't know what the Soviet Union is, do you?"
"Of course I do" said Studd, very unconvincingly.
"It was a Communist country that has now split into many smaller ones like Russia"
"So she's Russian? Well, she'll be Rushin' to tell all her pals what a hot stud Randy Studd is"
"She's not Russian, she's Estonian"
"Like that British guy with the hair? Boris Johnson. I saw on the news that he's an Old Estonian"
"That's Etonian, it's a private school in England where Prince William went."
"So this Yemrez chick went to school with Prince William? Wow. Well I'm going to take her back to school."
Becky Serra had reached the limit of her patience. While it was true that this guy had a look, he also had no charm whatsoever. Could he be a future champion? Unlikely. Could he be a great ambassador? Certainly not. Giving this guy a microphone would make the suffragettes turn in their graves, but by the same token, people would pay to see a fool like this get beaten up. Against her better judgement, she made a decision.
"Ok, I'll give you a shot"
Studd was elated "thank you so much! I should give you a shot to say thanks, but I won't. I know that bitches need respect, and that's what I'm going to do."
Becky Serra immediately regretted her decision.
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