Something that I wanted to do was use the experience to get better with my submissions and endurance. I wanted to last longer without being tired out. Wrestling in here was not a light activity. We were really doing a lot of moving and lifting. Getting past the stupid hazing from Owen and Joseph was rough. This place was for us to train and get enough exp. to level up. Once we leveled up, we could use the skill points to increase our skills. Since I had a 0 in Personnel, I made sure to go there first. There were a couple of minigames to play. I was okay with them. When I got enough to get to level 1, I stopped. The twins and Allan were focusing on different skills. I was really rooting for them. There were also some exhibition matches between random members of the training facility so you could get a feel for what you would be doing on a real show. I won some and lost some. That was true for every single one of us there. It was the most annoying to lose to Joseph or Owen. They would gloat and hold it over me because we were rivals. I was kind of pissed about that. I gloated when I won.
Fighting was pretty fun. Rehearsing to be a ring announcer, referee or commentator was less fun. It just was not what I wanted to be doing. "Listen to him! He sounds like a drowning cat on the mic!" Joseph yelled out when I got off the microphone when it was my turn. Scowling, I glared at him. "I'd rather sound like a drowning cat on mic than wrestle like a dying cat like you!" I snapped. That made him pissed. He wanted to fight me. That was fine with me. I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face too. We got scheduled for a match. I was not going to lose to him. I would pull out every trick in the book. He had slightly higher stats than me, but that did not matter here. He was thinking the exact same thing. It quickly devolved into a street fight. We rolled out the ring and were beating the shit out of each other. When it was clear we were going to be counted out, I gave him a suplex on the outside at the count of 8. I rolled in the ring at 9. He got counted out. This meant that I won the match. I was put over him in the standings of the training facility. We wanted to be called up. Being on TV was cool.
Joseph did not like that. It did not matter though. Owen challenged me next. It was a close fight, but he caught me with his finisher and I simply could not kick out of it. He lorded it over me. That was just what you did when you had a rival. There was nothing that could be done about it. I know I was gloating over the fact that I beat Joseph. I got a rematch against him and won cleanly too. Joseph was beneath me. When I fought Owen again, I got him in a figure 4 leg lock. He could not escape and I made him tap out. That was something that I was pretty happy about. I had defeated both of my rivals back to back. When they realized this, they teamed up. I was not big on the whole "tag team" thing, so I was given a random partner. He sucked. It was no wonder when he got obliterated and they got the win. I did not care, but it was an official loss to them. At least I did not get pinned or tap out. There was nothing to be done though. A loss was a loss. All I could do was hope I got a singles match against them. I had a lot of matches against all their other trainees instead. I won some and lost others.
