Post by Kenzie Rydell on Apr 28, 2016 19:47:46 GMT -5
And now back to the exciting conclusion of Bound To Repeat!
Kenzie's digits danced along the keys to a steady beat, delicately hammering away at every single letter with a determined expression adorn her soft features. Those bright modest hazel hues were bouncing back and forth across the computer screen, a white glow gracing her face as she kept on typing into the hours of the night. The NGW Five Lakes Championship hung lopsided on her end table, silently encouraging her from afar while she kept at it, biting her lip gently out of mild frustration. The flow felt easy now, citing every single piece of the argument like it was a surgical procedure, using every word in her vocabulary to fully illustrate her point of view to the teacher thousands of miles away who would eventually grade it.
With a huff, she stopped in her tracks, a roadblock hitting her hard. She looked over her shoulder, spotting Spencer in a white wife beater leaning into the refrigerator trying to find something to eat.
"Isn't it a little late for a midnight snack?" Kenzie remarked, a sly smirk straight towards him. Her roommate looked back at her like she had two heads, just now realizing she was still awake.
"Aren't you a little late to be working on that research paper? It's 3 AM, for god's sakes. And that thing's not due 'til next week," he assured, slamming the fridge door once he retrieved the necessary ingredients for a sandwich.
"I've got another title match coming up, Spence," she assured, the word Spence said with a tone of brotherly love and some mild annoyance. "Between that and my match with Kimmi Hate at Velocity, there's no way I'm going to be able to train enough and write this at the same time. So I need to finish it early."
"Why are you even putting yourself through all this hell?" Spencer's words were a tad dismissive, standing over the nearby counter, putting his sloppy ham and cheese sandwich together, dumping an absurd amount of mayo all on top of the lunchmeat before closing it with some more rye bread. "Wrestling for two promotions and online courses? What's the point?"
"The point?" Kenzie answered without hesitation, shaking her head while she watched him waste all that mayonnaise. "I promised my dad I wouldn't put college on the back burner. He said if I did, he'd support me."
"Why do you even need his support?" Spencer grabbed the sandwich in both hands and sauntered beside her. "You're a champion, Kenz. You're about to debut on Velocity; that's a huge deal." With another bite, he was starting to speak with his mouth full. "You're set for life."
"It's not about the money," she hollered in response, leaning back awkwardly in her chair, slumping down a little like a kid in a chair that was too big. "It's about the principle."
"You know the principal?" Spencer retorted just to try and make her laugh, only to get a solid stone face in return. "No, but... You're keeping your promise; I can admire that. I guess it's just one of those things, you know? Something I just can't comprehend like why taxes are so high and why Trump's winning the election." He took another bite of his sandwich, swallowing it back down.
"I know, Spence. I know. I wish I could just... Refuse to follow his rules, just fully commit to my dreams, but... Then I think that maybe he has a point. What if I didn't sign up for online classes and I never got a degree like you did? What if something happens and I need to stop being a wrestler and look for a real job? What if—"
"Please, that's bullshit. You know I'd support you 'til you got back on your feet," he argued, interrupting her mini anxiety attack for her sake. "You're needlessly stressing yourself out over nothing."
"No," Kenzie shot back, passion in her hazel eyes as she finally turned her office chair in his direction. "My dad wants me to get a degree, so I'm doing it. It's insurance. It's insurance to make sure my future's set in stone. We're not always going to get championship paychecks, Spence. One day, I'm going to have to retire, and you're not going to support me. I won't let you. I'm going to get a job on my own, and it's not going to be working at Denny's again. It's going to be something good, okay? Something amazing. Maybe I'll be a teacher or a professor. Maybe I'll be a scientist or get a government job to support the troops. I could do anything, Spence. I'm not just going to be satisfied being that waitress who everyone remembers used to be on TV, every single day asking 'oh, Kenzie. You used to be so amazing. What happened?' And I'll have to tell them, 'I couldn't compete anymore. I hurt my hip or my arm or just got old and now I have no other option than to work here like a fucking idiot. Now, what'll you have for breakfast? Our special today's the triple bacon sampler.' No! I'm not doing that, Spence. I'm not!"
"Okay, okay! I get it," Spencer responded begrudgingly, having listened to every single syllable she spoke. His sandwich was gone, dissolving slowly inside his stomach while he let out a heavy sigh. "You almost finished with that paper?"
"I need to write seven pages," she answered, calmed down considerably while a wash of tiredness came over her.
"How many pages have you gotten so far?" Spencer added, leaning down to try and read the page count in the bottom left-hand corner of Microsoft Word.
"... Three," she responded after a pause, checking to see the number herself. She sounded defeated, almost comedically so. Spencer couldn't help but laugh just a little.
"Just make sure you're ready to head to Madison in the morning," he spoke over his shoulder, heading back to his separate bedroom across the apartment. Then he paused. "Oh, and next time I say Dallas instead of LA, feel free to call me out on it." With another laugh, Spencer retired to his room and headed to bed, the gentle sound of slow typing picking back up again.
On the way back from Las Angelas, Spencer and Kenzie sat beside each other on the long plane ride back to their home in Nashville. The laptop perched atop the table folded out from the seat in front while her thin digits continued toiling away at that research paper. Word after word, citation after citation, the flow made it feel like the paper was writing itself. She had been diligently working on it whenever she had the time in her busy schedule, and with this long flight, the laptop connected to a hotspot on her cell phone, she was determined to finish it. That is, until her typing began to slow, falling to a complete stop abruptly.
"What, you're stuck again?" Spencer asked her, quirking an eyebrow in her direction. Kenzie shot him a look, turning her computer slightly so he could see it for himself.
"No. I'm done," she grinned wide, seven full pages filled with text. Times New Ruman sized 12 font. Everything was cited, the header was set to perfection according to the regulations given to her beforehand, and a smile washed over her visage. She saved the document and opened up Google Chrome, heading to the school website so she could send it to her professor. Immediately after she pressed the button, watching her essay disappear into the information super highway, she broke out into a happy little dance in her chair, proud of her accomplishments with the overwhelming urge to show it. Spencer just watched her, laughing at her awkward movements in the middle of a five and a half hour trip. Just when she was at her happiest, Spencer finally felt the need to remind her something.
"Hey, did you remember to double space it?" he asked harmlessly, watching Kenzie stop dancing, her eyes growing large like saucers.
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Kenzie's digits danced along the keys to a steady beat, delicately hammering away at every single letter with a determined expression adorn her soft features. Those bright modest hazel hues were bouncing back and forth across the computer screen, a white glow gracing her face as she kept on typing into the hours of the night. The NGW Five Lakes Championship hung lopsided on her end table, silently encouraging her from afar while she kept at it, biting her lip gently out of mild frustration. The flow felt easy now, citing every single piece of the argument like it was a surgical procedure, using every word in her vocabulary to fully illustrate her point of view to the teacher thousands of miles away who would eventually grade it.
With a huff, she stopped in her tracks, a roadblock hitting her hard. She looked over her shoulder, spotting Spencer in a white wife beater leaning into the refrigerator trying to find something to eat.
"Isn't it a little late for a midnight snack?" Kenzie remarked, a sly smirk straight towards him. Her roommate looked back at her like she had two heads, just now realizing she was still awake.
"Aren't you a little late to be working on that research paper? It's 3 AM, for god's sakes. And that thing's not due 'til next week," he assured, slamming the fridge door once he retrieved the necessary ingredients for a sandwich.
"I've got another title match coming up, Spence," she assured, the word Spence said with a tone of brotherly love and some mild annoyance. "Between that and my match with Kimmi Hate at Velocity, there's no way I'm going to be able to train enough and write this at the same time. So I need to finish it early."
"Why are you even putting yourself through all this hell?" Spencer's words were a tad dismissive, standing over the nearby counter, putting his sloppy ham and cheese sandwich together, dumping an absurd amount of mayo all on top of the lunchmeat before closing it with some more rye bread. "Wrestling for two promotions and online courses? What's the point?"
"The point?" Kenzie answered without hesitation, shaking her head while she watched him waste all that mayonnaise. "I promised my dad I wouldn't put college on the back burner. He said if I did, he'd support me."
"Why do you even need his support?" Spencer grabbed the sandwich in both hands and sauntered beside her. "You're a champion, Kenz. You're about to debut on Velocity; that's a huge deal." With another bite, he was starting to speak with his mouth full. "You're set for life."
"It's not about the money," she hollered in response, leaning back awkwardly in her chair, slumping down a little like a kid in a chair that was too big. "It's about the principle."
"You know the principal?" Spencer retorted just to try and make her laugh, only to get a solid stone face in return. "No, but... You're keeping your promise; I can admire that. I guess it's just one of those things, you know? Something I just can't comprehend like why taxes are so high and why Trump's winning the election." He took another bite of his sandwich, swallowing it back down.
"I know, Spence. I know. I wish I could just... Refuse to follow his rules, just fully commit to my dreams, but... Then I think that maybe he has a point. What if I didn't sign up for online classes and I never got a degree like you did? What if something happens and I need to stop being a wrestler and look for a real job? What if—"
"Please, that's bullshit. You know I'd support you 'til you got back on your feet," he argued, interrupting her mini anxiety attack for her sake. "You're needlessly stressing yourself out over nothing."
"No," Kenzie shot back, passion in her hazel eyes as she finally turned her office chair in his direction. "My dad wants me to get a degree, so I'm doing it. It's insurance. It's insurance to make sure my future's set in stone. We're not always going to get championship paychecks, Spence. One day, I'm going to have to retire, and you're not going to support me. I won't let you. I'm going to get a job on my own, and it's not going to be working at Denny's again. It's going to be something good, okay? Something amazing. Maybe I'll be a teacher or a professor. Maybe I'll be a scientist or get a government job to support the troops. I could do anything, Spence. I'm not just going to be satisfied being that waitress who everyone remembers used to be on TV, every single day asking 'oh, Kenzie. You used to be so amazing. What happened?' And I'll have to tell them, 'I couldn't compete anymore. I hurt my hip or my arm or just got old and now I have no other option than to work here like a fucking idiot. Now, what'll you have for breakfast? Our special today's the triple bacon sampler.' No! I'm not doing that, Spence. I'm not!"
"Okay, okay! I get it," Spencer responded begrudgingly, having listened to every single syllable she spoke. His sandwich was gone, dissolving slowly inside his stomach while he let out a heavy sigh. "You almost finished with that paper?"
"I need to write seven pages," she answered, calmed down considerably while a wash of tiredness came over her.
"How many pages have you gotten so far?" Spencer added, leaning down to try and read the page count in the bottom left-hand corner of Microsoft Word.
"... Three," she responded after a pause, checking to see the number herself. She sounded defeated, almost comedically so. Spencer couldn't help but laugh just a little.
"Just make sure you're ready to head to Madison in the morning," he spoke over his shoulder, heading back to his separate bedroom across the apartment. Then he paused. "Oh, and next time I say Dallas instead of LA, feel free to call me out on it." With another laugh, Spencer retired to his room and headed to bed, the gentle sound of slow typing picking back up again.
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On the way back from Las Angelas, Spencer and Kenzie sat beside each other on the long plane ride back to their home in Nashville. The laptop perched atop the table folded out from the seat in front while her thin digits continued toiling away at that research paper. Word after word, citation after citation, the flow made it feel like the paper was writing itself. She had been diligently working on it whenever she had the time in her busy schedule, and with this long flight, the laptop connected to a hotspot on her cell phone, she was determined to finish it. That is, until her typing began to slow, falling to a complete stop abruptly.
"What, you're stuck again?" Spencer asked her, quirking an eyebrow in her direction. Kenzie shot him a look, turning her computer slightly so he could see it for himself.
"No. I'm done," she grinned wide, seven full pages filled with text. Times New Ruman sized 12 font. Everything was cited, the header was set to perfection according to the regulations given to her beforehand, and a smile washed over her visage. She saved the document and opened up Google Chrome, heading to the school website so she could send it to her professor. Immediately after she pressed the button, watching her essay disappear into the information super highway, she broke out into a happy little dance in her chair, proud of her accomplishments with the overwhelming urge to show it. Spencer just watched her, laughing at her awkward movements in the middle of a five and a half hour trip. Just when she was at her happiest, Spencer finally felt the need to remind her something.
"Hey, did you remember to double space it?" he asked harmlessly, watching Kenzie stop dancing, her eyes growing large like saucers.
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