The Ironhide Whooping ~ Chapter 1

[Alice]

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Blackpool England - Ironhide Gymnasium
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"Nooooooo let me GO!"

Her name? Alice Amherst, she's training right now to become a wrestler state-side. How's that going?

"You suck, let me g-OW!~ I'm going to KILL YOU!"

..... Sometimes asking questions only leads to misery.

"Alice, you need to learn how to reverse submission holds. They are very commonplace in America, and deadly all the more. So come on now child, reverse it."

The large arms of the booming man squeeze across the young frailty of Alice. A simple sleeper hold never caused so much agony and pain. Her body twists and turns only to cause more pressure to be focused at her pretty little neck. She grunts and groans while flailing her elbows back wildly, feeble attempts of escape drowned out by her own voice.

"Ugh... it's just not fair Anthony... there's no way I'm going to be wrestling people as big as you over there right? Don't they have segregated divisions?"

"That's not quite how I'd put it... but you never know what could happen child, preparation is always the best task to keep. After all-"

Oh she's going to try, you can just feel it. It's like watching a bad sitcom where the main character realizes he brought two dates to prom.

Alice, after a good amount of praying while her trainer and mentor; Anthony was explaining the economics of surviving inside a wrestling ring. Had managed to slip her dainty fingertips up under his massive burly arms, she digs her fingernails into his skin deep. As if to fight off an wild animal; Alice lifts her right knee up as high as her little frame will allow before DRIVING her heel DEEP down against Anthony's right foot.

"-Ugh, arrr what do you-"

She breaks free from the sleeper, to her own satisfaction. After using at least two forms of illegal or ill-frowned upon tactics within a wrestling ring. She sees the giant bullheaded trainer charge at her off of instinct. A deer caught in the headlights she tries to fling her body off to one side, only to be grazed by the bulk of a man rushing by. A loud THUMP echos in the empty gym as her body smacks against the mat.

".... Ow.."

You would have thought she'd kind of realize ticking off a man twice her size wasn't the best idea huh?

"Cheeky little child. You cannot always get away with such things in the real world yes? Come now, we have training to finish."

"... Just... ow..."

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Several Pain-Filled Agonizing Hours Later
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That magic of television thing is a life saver.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A loud scream of firey passion and female fury is unleashed from her tiny frame as Alice, the now aggressor after such a long trial, continues to drop the corner of her elbow down into Anthony's lower back from a knelt position.

If you ask me how to explain the absolute time table reverse of fate involved in her training, then exploiting the magic of television would just be a waste. And my cable bill is a freaking demon this month so I'm not wasting money.

She has the fire of combat in her eyes, the thrill of the hunt in her lungs. The god damned ecstasy of knowing she didn't totally get shut out in this training session like so many, many before. Anthony lays, on one knee, his palm supporting his mighty frame. A smile and chuckle leaves his gruffly lips, he's so very proud... she's finally starting to learn.

Sadly this is really not the right time to be taking Kodak moments with eidetic memory;

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Insert Super Finisher Prep --- And You Will....
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Alice leans deep down in the corner, far opposing Anthony's heavy panting, and hearty chuckling. Her right leg bouncing in place, almost twitching, itching. Her mind all but blank and free, such heavenly happiness. The art of wrestling in it's finest form, nothing about wins nor losses, no egos or fame. The thrill of the kill! She explodes out of the corner at top speed...

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Super Finisher Execute --- .... Die For Me!
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Alice swings her right leg far back behind her little body, allowing her own forward momentum to carry her leg back around like a pendulum, her foot SLAMMING itself into the side of Anthony's temple. Her balance is lost so easily after the impact, tumbling down and forward, smacking off of the mat with an echo.

"..... Just... fucking...... ow.."

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Sometime Later
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"Ha ha ha! Good job child! You've begun to retain the information I've been putting forth to you these last couple of years. I am proud to call you my student!"

Another loud booming laugh as his hand comes down, slapping itself on Alice's wounded and injured shoulder, a grunt and a sigh. She was happy and proud, she was depressed and sad. They say the greatest tragedy is when a student out performs his or her master;

Luckily your ass is no where near that point.

"Now come child, let us return to your sister. She must be worried, it is late. Tomorrow is a new day!"

"... Did I mention that, previous ow? Yeah... let go of my shoulder."

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