Post by futuregirl on Jan 25, 2021 21:35:58 GMT -8
On a cold morning at an undisclosed graveled park trail, Ursula Von Rossbach and Lash Donohue both attired in appropriately for this long morning stroll. The two individuals could see wispy clouds of rapidly cooling moisture float from between parted lips coated in chapstick with each exhalation of breath.
Lash: So here I am freezing my ass on this gravel track walking alongside a woman who could eat me for a light snack. Why do I keep doing this to myself?
UVR: Because you are intelligent enough to know I would find you.
Lash glances over and nods, yet he looks down at the ground while they walk. There is a war raging inside his pounding head.
UVR: I have never been flexible enough to properly apply the La Magistral Cradle in any of it's variations. You executed the maneuver flawlessly.
Lash: Thanks. I have always held a deep fascination and respect for it.
Lash is a little puzzled. Surely, Ursula didn't bring him out for a -6° walk just to tell him this.
Lash: I mean, I sure cannot put two guys up in an Argentine rack at the same time. You're impressive in your own right.
UVR: So after such an impressive victory I ask you why are you displaying an attitude that only individuals such as Tapp Adams would find appealing for all of the wrong reasons?
The two walk along the gravel path, each step a loud crunch filling the air.
A growl builds in Lash's throat.
Lash: Those a-holes think it's cool and funny to read a stupid play transcript rather than to support me in watching my match. You know, like I do for them and the rest of the roster time after time. We're at a wrestling show. I'ma watch wrestling!
Lash sighs. He kicks a stone hard across the path, patting UVR apologetically as it nearly clips her shin.
Lash: I just couldn't believe it when I got back there and neither of them had a dang clue!
Ursula looks at him for a moment. At first a small smirk curls the corner of her lip. She looks directly ahead as the smirk becomes a small smile. Amused, she looks back to Lash with her usual unreadable expression as the two continue their little walk.
UVR: Is that all? You are angry because two people were not paying attention to your moment of glory? What of the fans in attendance and watching at home? I feel that you are failing to see the forest for the trees, Mr. Donohue.
Lash: Those fickle mush heads?
Lash smirks.
Lash: These are the same people who give me a standing ovation for whipping my opponent with my dreadlocks and rubbing my "extremities" on their face. They're a bunch of asshats.
Lash looks to UVR with an expression which would be puzzling even for her.
Lash: No. The guys in the locker room. They're the real judges. Get what I'm saying?
She places her hands behind her back.
UVR: I understand, but there is one thing you are overlooking with your friends. Every event gets replayed, sometimes on the same night or even through on demand services with smart televisions and phones. They can watch the match happen at any time.
Her hand then suddenly finds his shoulder, stopping him as she grips firmly.
UVR: This is not like you, my young friend. There is something more at play and you either do not realize or you know fully well but do not wish to admit. Which is it?
Lash goes very quiet as he listens to Ursula about the streaming services, and he does honestly feel a little better about it. She is right. There is something else at play. Something he has tried to eat around for far too long.
Lash: You know what it is? I'm just sick to death of people thinking I'm just some goof off, and overlooking me because of it.
Lash scowls.
Lash: I have trained World champions on two separate occasions. I won the United states title on my first night in that company, and I held it for nearly one hundred days. In my rookie year. I'm not just some shmuck, y'know? I'm a far better technician than I have any right to be! I'm Lash fucking DONOHUE, okay??
Lash kicks up a cloud of gravel in an angry huff. He's not usually like this at all. Usually, he's pretty humble. These are not usual times.
Lash: People praise KTPG left right and centre, Ursula. But do they ever give props to the guy who keeps them in such unique shape? Hah..
UVR: Once upon a time, I cared what others think. I tailored myself to what I thought the people wanted and the end result was something worthy of mockery and ridicule. I would do whatever was asked of me without question, constantly asking my betters what they thought of me. It wasn't until I stopped caring what anyone thought that I began to find myself in the process.
She places a hand on his shoulder.
UVR: Do not become a slave to popular opinion and what others think you should be. Take satisfaction from what you do, not the praise you receive. Do you, Mr. Donohue. Do not delude or dilute yourself.
Lash nods. All of this makes perfect sense. He's just too much of a powder keg right now for it to have an immediate impact. He will stew and marinate on this all week.
Lash: You're always right. It's really annoying..
He playfully pats the hand on his shoulder, and he grips it as if to say "thank you very much" before cracking a smile.
Lash: I do have to stop caring so much. I never used to! At all. That said, I didn't have many friends. I thought it was *good* to care..
UVR: It is insufferable to be correct more often than not. It is why I treasure those rare moments when I am not.
Her head lowers a bit at the mention of caring.
UVR: It is acceptable to care, just not too much.
She offers him a small smile, then starts to walk forward once more.
UVR: It is a bit earlier for either. Perhaps something more breakfast appropriate, orange juice and something with bacon in it would likely be your "plan b" yes?
Lash: .....Ursula you're doing that being right thing again!
Lash chuckles. He has cheered up exponentially.
Lash: Very good point. Juice, bacon and eggs sounds amazing also. Let's go get it and talk some more?
UVR: As you wish.
And the two continue their path towards the end of the trail where their vehicles await.
Lash: So here I am freezing my ass on this gravel track walking alongside a woman who could eat me for a light snack. Why do I keep doing this to myself?
UVR: Because you are intelligent enough to know I would find you.
Lash glances over and nods, yet he looks down at the ground while they walk. There is a war raging inside his pounding head.
UVR: I have never been flexible enough to properly apply the La Magistral Cradle in any of it's variations. You executed the maneuver flawlessly.
Lash: Thanks. I have always held a deep fascination and respect for it.
Lash is a little puzzled. Surely, Ursula didn't bring him out for a -6° walk just to tell him this.
Lash: I mean, I sure cannot put two guys up in an Argentine rack at the same time. You're impressive in your own right.
UVR: So after such an impressive victory I ask you why are you displaying an attitude that only individuals such as Tapp Adams would find appealing for all of the wrong reasons?
The two walk along the gravel path, each step a loud crunch filling the air.
A growl builds in Lash's throat.
Lash: Those a-holes think it's cool and funny to read a stupid play transcript rather than to support me in watching my match. You know, like I do for them and the rest of the roster time after time. We're at a wrestling show. I'ma watch wrestling!
Lash sighs. He kicks a stone hard across the path, patting UVR apologetically as it nearly clips her shin.
Lash: I just couldn't believe it when I got back there and neither of them had a dang clue!
Ursula looks at him for a moment. At first a small smirk curls the corner of her lip. She looks directly ahead as the smirk becomes a small smile. Amused, she looks back to Lash with her usual unreadable expression as the two continue their little walk.
UVR: Is that all? You are angry because two people were not paying attention to your moment of glory? What of the fans in attendance and watching at home? I feel that you are failing to see the forest for the trees, Mr. Donohue.
Lash: Those fickle mush heads?
Lash smirks.
Lash: These are the same people who give me a standing ovation for whipping my opponent with my dreadlocks and rubbing my "extremities" on their face. They're a bunch of asshats.
Lash looks to UVR with an expression which would be puzzling even for her.
Lash: No. The guys in the locker room. They're the real judges. Get what I'm saying?
She places her hands behind her back.
UVR: I understand, but there is one thing you are overlooking with your friends. Every event gets replayed, sometimes on the same night or even through on demand services with smart televisions and phones. They can watch the match happen at any time.
Her hand then suddenly finds his shoulder, stopping him as she grips firmly.
UVR: This is not like you, my young friend. There is something more at play and you either do not realize or you know fully well but do not wish to admit. Which is it?
Lash goes very quiet as he listens to Ursula about the streaming services, and he does honestly feel a little better about it. She is right. There is something else at play. Something he has tried to eat around for far too long.
Lash: You know what it is? I'm just sick to death of people thinking I'm just some goof off, and overlooking me because of it.
Lash scowls.
Lash: I have trained World champions on two separate occasions. I won the United states title on my first night in that company, and I held it for nearly one hundred days. In my rookie year. I'm not just some shmuck, y'know? I'm a far better technician than I have any right to be! I'm Lash fucking DONOHUE, okay??
Lash kicks up a cloud of gravel in an angry huff. He's not usually like this at all. Usually, he's pretty humble. These are not usual times.
Lash: People praise KTPG left right and centre, Ursula. But do they ever give props to the guy who keeps them in such unique shape? Hah..
UVR: Once upon a time, I cared what others think. I tailored myself to what I thought the people wanted and the end result was something worthy of mockery and ridicule. I would do whatever was asked of me without question, constantly asking my betters what they thought of me. It wasn't until I stopped caring what anyone thought that I began to find myself in the process.
She places a hand on his shoulder.
UVR: Do not become a slave to popular opinion and what others think you should be. Take satisfaction from what you do, not the praise you receive. Do you, Mr. Donohue. Do not delude or dilute yourself.
Lash nods. All of this makes perfect sense. He's just too much of a powder keg right now for it to have an immediate impact. He will stew and marinate on this all week.
Lash: You're always right. It's really annoying..
He playfully pats the hand on his shoulder, and he grips it as if to say "thank you very much" before cracking a smile.
Lash: I do have to stop caring so much. I never used to! At all. That said, I didn't have many friends. I thought it was *good* to care..
UVR: It is insufferable to be correct more often than not. It is why I treasure those rare moments when I am not.
Her head lowers a bit at the mention of caring.
UVR: It is acceptable to care, just not too much.
She offers him a small smile, then starts to walk forward once more.
UVR: It is a bit earlier for either. Perhaps something more breakfast appropriate, orange juice and something with bacon in it would likely be your "plan b" yes?
Lash: .....Ursula you're doing that being right thing again!
Lash chuckles. He has cheered up exponentially.
Lash: Very good point. Juice, bacon and eggs sounds amazing also. Let's go get it and talk some more?
UVR: As you wish.
And the two continue their path towards the end of the trail where their vehicles await.