Post by Logan Lewis on Jan 10, 2022 0:31:28 GMT -5
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Logan Lewis was running the ropes when she saw her trainer and friend, Matt Knox checking his phone on the outside of the ring. Oh this was too good of an opportunity to pass up she tells herself. Free break time.
Logan climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and lays across the ropes, yawning and looking at her nails.
LOGAN LEWIS: This guy NEVER gives me a break. Shit. I'll take one when I can get it.
The newcomer to PWV was getting comfortable when...
MATT KNOX: No breaks. You stop for three seconds, you've lost.
He didn't even look up, thumbing the screen indifferently as he crossed one foot over the other, feet planted comfortably on another chair across from the one his lithe form rested in.
MATT KNOX: Come on, hustle. Unless you want to get sloppy, injured, and shack up with Marou again.
LOGAN LEWIS: Hey. No need to be a dick and get personal.
Logan hops off the turnbuckle and slides out of the ring. She nonchalantly walks over to Matt, shuffling her feet as she barely picks them up off the floor.
LOGAN LEWIS: Dude. We've been at this NON STOP since I was cleared to return. We've either been learning new moves or watching all of the Kate tapes we can find. Besides, why're you glued to your phone?
Logan snatches the device from her trainer's hands with a shit eating grin but Matt wasn't reciprocating tonight.
LOGAN LEWIS: Okay something is seriously up. Talk to me. What's going on?
She holds the phone back out towards him as the grin slowly evaporates.
He takes it gently, thumping the device against his leg once, twice. His face etched in contemplation as he looks her over.
MATT KNOX: This school has a reputation it's beginning to grow. Champions. I train Champions. World Champions, Logan. And I don't just train anybody.
He slid his legs from the chair and stood, towering over her a moment as he spoke in an even tone. He was firm but not overly aggressive, eyes narrowed as he tried to drive home the point further.
MATT KNOX: I don't take people because they're built like athletes - look at Bert - or because they're clones of me - Look at Donny Mason. I train people who have that extra set of gears that extra DRIVE to be something more than just average. Than just good. Hell, better than Great.
He raises a finger, pointing directly at her face.
MATT KNOX: You're still treating this like a game because you're still hurt from when Tirri knocked you out of Uprising's tournament.
LOGAN LEWIS: You do realize how long ago that was, right?
It stung and there was no hiding it. Matt had come to learn more about Logan than most others in the business. It was Knox who had taken a chance on the oft-injured, but still very passionate rookie when most others were counting her out for good.
LOGAN LEWIS: You know what? You're right. That's my bad. Let me get back to work. Then you can tell me what's got you all hyper focused on the phone.
Logan turns around and heads right back into the ring. Matt nods his head, satisfied that he was able to get through, not that he was normally unable to, but her return match was just weeks ago and he knew that not only did she have a lot riding on getting back the right way but so did his gym. He goes back to his phone while Lewis begins to run circles around the interior of the ring.
***45 Minutes Later***
LOGAN LEWIS: Yooo. Can I PLEASE stop now?
She was still pacing around the inside of the ring, but her steps had gotten much heavier and the speed which she was known for was gone. She was exhausted. Her black shirt shows a large sweat stain in the middle of her back.
MATT KNOX: Water break. Take 15. We're going outside next.
He set his phone down, locking the screen as he stood back up once more. He considered her words before she went back to work. He wet his lips once, eyes narrowing and brow furrowing.
MATT KNOX: Back when my world went to hell, when I let it all sort of...get to me. The fame, the expectation....It's because I couldn't let myself resolve shit. Shit that was wrong with me...
He shakes his head, tone distant.
MATT KNOX: Nothing more dangerous than a fighter without a sense of peace and tranquility. Fire is fine as long as it's controlled. You let it rage? You get burned too...and then what good are you to yourself, or anyone?
LOGAN LEWIS: Yeah I feel you. That Tirri stuff is still eating at me. I just remember going into that match. The fans gassed me up. They were like in love with me. My trainers were telling me I was the future. The fans were telling me I was the present and I got so caught up in all of it, and caught feelings for Don as a friend and I let it all cloud me. I guess ever since then, I've been kinda on autopilot. Just thinking I'll work it out without ever truly resolving it.
Logan slides out of the ring and picks up a water bottle. She twists the cap off and begins to guzzle it down as Matt was tuned in to what she had just said.
As she finishes the entire bottle off, she puts the cap back on and tucks it back into her gym bag.
LOGAN LEWIS: But I'm over it. For real this time. I can't let one loss linger to the point that it makes me lose this next big match. I have to get there. Where I need to be.
The blonde's cheeks were red from the exhausting workout Knox was putting her through, but her eyes showed a focus. Despite feeling comfortable around Matt personally, she knew his job at the moment was to prepare for her a battle, not pat her on the back.
LOGAN LEWIS: So it's like this. Whatever you need from me, push me. Make me throw up. Make me hate you. I really don't care...Just make me a winner. No more complaining from me.
Matthew smirked toward her, crossing his arms and nodding once before sauntering toward her, taking a moment to walk around her. A foot reaches out to correct some perceived flaw in her stance. Hands reach up, clasping shoulders long enough to straighten her posture.
MATT KNOX: Shoulders squared. Head up. Even when you're beat down. You can lose, and still not be defeated. Remember that, kid.
He sauntered away then, sitting down to untie his shoes while speaking.
MATT KNOX: We need to get strength in your legs. Find some extra gears to your cardio. So, windsprints across the dunes it is.
The true reason he sprung extra for a building by the sea when this whole thing started. His step dad had done most of his training in the sand, and it made him most of what he was today. Hopefully he was half the trainer that man was.
LOGAN LEWIS: No complaining.
Logan rolls her eyes in exaggerated fashion before bending over to tie the laces tighter on her own sneakers. This was going to be a long night, but the more he put her through now, the more she would endure when it mattered most: When the bright lights were turned on.
LOGAN LEWIS: Kate isn't gonna know what hit her for real...
Logan stands back up straight and heads towards the doors, ready to run for as long as he pushes her to.
Logan Lewis was running the ropes when she saw her trainer and friend, Matt Knox checking his phone on the outside of the ring. Oh this was too good of an opportunity to pass up she tells herself. Free break time.
Logan climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and lays across the ropes, yawning and looking at her nails.
LOGAN LEWIS: This guy NEVER gives me a break. Shit. I'll take one when I can get it.
The newcomer to PWV was getting comfortable when...
MATT KNOX: No breaks. You stop for three seconds, you've lost.
He didn't even look up, thumbing the screen indifferently as he crossed one foot over the other, feet planted comfortably on another chair across from the one his lithe form rested in.
MATT KNOX: Come on, hustle. Unless you want to get sloppy, injured, and shack up with Marou again.
LOGAN LEWIS: Hey. No need to be a dick and get personal.
Logan hops off the turnbuckle and slides out of the ring. She nonchalantly walks over to Matt, shuffling her feet as she barely picks them up off the floor.
LOGAN LEWIS: Dude. We've been at this NON STOP since I was cleared to return. We've either been learning new moves or watching all of the Kate tapes we can find. Besides, why're you glued to your phone?
Logan snatches the device from her trainer's hands with a shit eating grin but Matt wasn't reciprocating tonight.
LOGAN LEWIS: Okay something is seriously up. Talk to me. What's going on?
She holds the phone back out towards him as the grin slowly evaporates.
He takes it gently, thumping the device against his leg once, twice. His face etched in contemplation as he looks her over.
MATT KNOX: This school has a reputation it's beginning to grow. Champions. I train Champions. World Champions, Logan. And I don't just train anybody.
He slid his legs from the chair and stood, towering over her a moment as he spoke in an even tone. He was firm but not overly aggressive, eyes narrowed as he tried to drive home the point further.
MATT KNOX: I don't take people because they're built like athletes - look at Bert - or because they're clones of me - Look at Donny Mason. I train people who have that extra set of gears that extra DRIVE to be something more than just average. Than just good. Hell, better than Great.
He raises a finger, pointing directly at her face.
MATT KNOX: You're still treating this like a game because you're still hurt from when Tirri knocked you out of Uprising's tournament.
LOGAN LEWIS: You do realize how long ago that was, right?
It stung and there was no hiding it. Matt had come to learn more about Logan than most others in the business. It was Knox who had taken a chance on the oft-injured, but still very passionate rookie when most others were counting her out for good.
LOGAN LEWIS: You know what? You're right. That's my bad. Let me get back to work. Then you can tell me what's got you all hyper focused on the phone.
Logan turns around and heads right back into the ring. Matt nods his head, satisfied that he was able to get through, not that he was normally unable to, but her return match was just weeks ago and he knew that not only did she have a lot riding on getting back the right way but so did his gym. He goes back to his phone while Lewis begins to run circles around the interior of the ring.
***45 Minutes Later***
LOGAN LEWIS: Yooo. Can I PLEASE stop now?
She was still pacing around the inside of the ring, but her steps had gotten much heavier and the speed which she was known for was gone. She was exhausted. Her black shirt shows a large sweat stain in the middle of her back.
MATT KNOX: Water break. Take 15. We're going outside next.
He set his phone down, locking the screen as he stood back up once more. He considered her words before she went back to work. He wet his lips once, eyes narrowing and brow furrowing.
MATT KNOX: Back when my world went to hell, when I let it all sort of...get to me. The fame, the expectation....It's because I couldn't let myself resolve shit. Shit that was wrong with me...
He shakes his head, tone distant.
MATT KNOX: Nothing more dangerous than a fighter without a sense of peace and tranquility. Fire is fine as long as it's controlled. You let it rage? You get burned too...and then what good are you to yourself, or anyone?
LOGAN LEWIS: Yeah I feel you. That Tirri stuff is still eating at me. I just remember going into that match. The fans gassed me up. They were like in love with me. My trainers were telling me I was the future. The fans were telling me I was the present and I got so caught up in all of it, and caught feelings for Don as a friend and I let it all cloud me. I guess ever since then, I've been kinda on autopilot. Just thinking I'll work it out without ever truly resolving it.
Logan slides out of the ring and picks up a water bottle. She twists the cap off and begins to guzzle it down as Matt was tuned in to what she had just said.
As she finishes the entire bottle off, she puts the cap back on and tucks it back into her gym bag.
LOGAN LEWIS: But I'm over it. For real this time. I can't let one loss linger to the point that it makes me lose this next big match. I have to get there. Where I need to be.
The blonde's cheeks were red from the exhausting workout Knox was putting her through, but her eyes showed a focus. Despite feeling comfortable around Matt personally, she knew his job at the moment was to prepare for her a battle, not pat her on the back.
LOGAN LEWIS: So it's like this. Whatever you need from me, push me. Make me throw up. Make me hate you. I really don't care...Just make me a winner. No more complaining from me.
Matthew smirked toward her, crossing his arms and nodding once before sauntering toward her, taking a moment to walk around her. A foot reaches out to correct some perceived flaw in her stance. Hands reach up, clasping shoulders long enough to straighten her posture.
MATT KNOX: Shoulders squared. Head up. Even when you're beat down. You can lose, and still not be defeated. Remember that, kid.
He sauntered away then, sitting down to untie his shoes while speaking.
MATT KNOX: We need to get strength in your legs. Find some extra gears to your cardio. So, windsprints across the dunes it is.
The true reason he sprung extra for a building by the sea when this whole thing started. His step dad had done most of his training in the sand, and it made him most of what he was today. Hopefully he was half the trainer that man was.
LOGAN LEWIS: No complaining.
Logan rolls her eyes in exaggerated fashion before bending over to tie the laces tighter on her own sneakers. This was going to be a long night, but the more he put her through now, the more she would endure when it mattered most: When the bright lights were turned on.
LOGAN LEWIS: Kate isn't gonna know what hit her for real...
Logan stands back up straight and heads towards the doors, ready to run for as long as he pushes her to.