Confessions ~ RP#1 Vs. Albright & Vant Hoff

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:::FLASHBACK:::
October 20, 2012

“...You can't be serious?”

Sitting at a desk is an obviously older man with a head of white-blonde hair. Although his accent has decayed, the Irish drawl is decidedly obvious. He runs a hand through his hair until it finally settles over his face. He listens to the other end intently.

“Fine. Have it your way Zachary. Just know that if ya gunna leave, don't be expectin’ me to take ya back in.”

At the door is a very young looking Sammi Myers, not to say she really had aged much in present day. She's dressed in an oversized t-shirt that bore the gym’s logo, but she had cut the sleeves and collar. Her dark hair was actually in a traditional style ponytail, hanging loosely to her back.

“Alright, give yer mum my lov...”

He sighs deeply as he hangs up the phone, it's older. As was the gym, reflecting the general style of its proprietor.

“You can stop hoverin’ by the door lassie. I don't bite.”

Sammi walks into the office and heaves a jar of change onto the desk. The old man raises an eyebrow.

“What's all this now?”

Sammi holds her head up with stubborn pride.

“Two Hundred, sixty-seven dollars & sixty-four cents. My first monthly payment for my lessons Mr. Coughlan.”

He looks at the jar and smirks.

“First off, Call me Cillian. Do I look like a ‘Mister’ to you?”

Sammi's smugness fades away instantly and she shakes her head. She looks down at her feet.

“Second, NEVER and I mean Never lose eye contact and back down from anyone speaking to you. Not only is it rude but it shows fear. Never be scared, Samantha.”

Sammi nods, looking back up into Cillian’s eyes.

“And third...” He looks at the jar and pushes it back toward her, “Your money is no good here.”

Sammi's eyes go wide, “But you told me you would train me. I can do this Mist... I mean Cillian. I'm a fighter. I'm strong too. I'm not giving u...”

Cillian shushes her. “Aye. I told ya you could train under me. I ain't said a thing about paying fur it. I see the potential in ya Samantha Myers. I ain't about to let money be what holds ya back. So take this bloody piggy bank and get some proper gear for my classes. Ya start monday.”

Sammi smiles but Cillian's unchanging expression causes her to stop although it's obvious it's hard for the 17-year-old to keep a straight face.

“Thank you si...Cillian. You won't regret this.”

She happily skips away and Cillian shakes his head. She is so much like his sister that he can't shake the feeling. It just so happens for the next three years, he still can't not think of Rebecca every time she was around.

***

:::ON CAMERA:::

“I have a confession... I am not going to say I’m the best wrestler.”

Sammi sits in front of her computer once again. She takes a deep breath and then blows it out, kind of making a ‘raspberry’ sound with her lips and looking skyward.

“I’m, as my gram would say, green as the new spring grass. I know that my opponents are going to hit that point hard. Or maybe the fact that I am a happy person that always smiles. Many have told me that this business will change me and I’ll become hardened, miserable. But I refuse to allow it. When you give negative things power than it’s like you are inviting it. And then deserve all the bad stuff that accompanies it. That’s why I am owning those flaws. Everyone has them and you can’t deny them. You can make excuses, you can try to rationalize them. I just simply say, you’re right. I am new. I am not the best. But I did win last week. Neither of my opponents were able to do that.”

She smiles.

“My opponent really took me to the limit but I still came back fighting. Bryce let outside distractions -something I might add he’s bragged about not letting affect him- determine the outcome of his match. And as for Aiden? Well just wasn’t his night I suppose. I’d say you’ll get ‘em next time but that’s me and I really want to keep winning. The title is huge for me.”

She offers a smile.

“Rest well Brycey and ‘Lancelot.’”

~FADE~