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[Court]side: The Sequel
Bombshells,
Maybe I took the wrong stance. I'm new at this, so I guess there's always a chance of that being the case. I figured I could keep the words to a minimum, make my statements inside the ring, and leave well enough alone. I thought that it would set me apart from the rest of you babbling about who is the best. At the very least, I was hopeful that some of you might take my example and just shut the fuck up already. Like I said, maybe I was wrong. I expected too much of you. I'm hardly the first person to join that crowd, and I bet membership goes up exponentially each week.
It doesn't seem to matter if you are a Bombshell at the top, or a Bombshell at the bottom. All of your M.O.’s are the same. Run your mouth until someone gifts you what you want. Several of you haven't won anything worth a shit in years, but keep riding some record like it makes you relevant today.
How many times does Mikah have to beat Mercedes before we realize she makes the same case for herself every time, only to fall flat? She hypes some undefeated streak from forever ago. Why? Because she hasn't been worth a shit since. Before SCW closed we got what was supposed to be some final epic clash between the two. What happened when SCW opened up? Mercedes wiggled her way into an Internet Championship match that she had no business being in. Why? So she could get yet another shot at Mikah if she won. What happened? She fucking lost. How long did it take her to push past that and jump right back on that old record hype? I don't even think I need to answer that. You've all sat through the big blocks of air time she wastes.
How does the bottom reflect the top? How about sorry ass Jessie Salco? That skank has been the topic of conversation for a few weeks. Why? She can't buy a win, but can't shut up about title matches. It wouldn't be so bad if the opportunities didn't just keep rolling in. The problem is that she gets them over and over again. Each time she loses she comes back with an excuse and some rehashed monologue about history and past accomplishments. She talks about success like she has seen any in the last few years. The fact is, she is a waste of a roster space and the faster she accepts it, the faster we can all move on from her.
Don't get me wrong though, it's not like she doesn't have a lot of company down there at the bottom. There's people like Gothika, Amy Marshall and Parand Ara down there with her. Three people that hang out on the roster for seemingly no reason. Amy’s claims to fame are being able to carry Jessie Salco for so long, and finding success in a Bombshell division where people like Keira Fisher and Amanda Cortez were considered talented. Find someone to put their hands together for that kind of talent these days. Gothika has become more of a running joke than anything to be afraid of, and Parand can only make a statement at the expense of someone of Jessie Salco quality. Neither are worth a second thought, and any of the above would make for an easy night for me.
The roster isn't without bright spots. You have people like Cat Riley, Nyla Dupree and Brittany Williams coming in and mixing it up. I guess it doesn't say much that only one of them has a decent record. Brittany choked in a few matches despite being a whatever-generation Bombshell. I mean she has literally been groomed for this company by a parent that is a current champion. Yet she couldn't hack it in Blast From The Past and got spanked by Cat? Real fucking impressive. You really are Crystal's offspring.
And on the subject of Crystal, or Christina, wrestler, or personal assistant, the position she is in shows what Mark and Christian think she is worth. Companies don't deactivate titles when the current champion is actually worth a shit. They handed her the consolation prize of getting a beating from Mikah in exchange for eliminating her as a champion. Sure she had to beat Diamond and Mercedes to make that happen, but nobody finds either of those things difficult to do these days. There was a time where maybe it would have been impressive. Nowadays it is just expected.
The most interesting thing that could happen for Crystal is for her to be forced into the ring against her newest flame. I think we should all share a collective eye-roll over another lesbian couple crossing the trainer/student barrier. I guess it is easy to get people to do things for you if you’re sleeping with them. Work with animals for the better part of a decade only to bone a wrestler, get some training, and completely change your life. That makes sense. It must be why you were so successful in your other company that you came here. It’s closing down, right? I bet they had some real talent on the roster…
I do have to admit that being straight up about sleeping your way into a new life is better than creating some convoluted backstory of mythical characters. Has anyone managed to stay awake during a promo from anyone involved in The Angel Clan? It’s like if your last name is Seraphina, you have to tell me your backstory and blood type before you get to anything that I give a shit about. It wouldn’t be so bad if after you got to the point, any of you could back it up. The fact is, you can’t. Look how long it took me to even remember you were on the roster. I am scraping the bottom of the barrel for names here.
...and you just can’t expect talk of the bottom of the barrel to commence without bringing up Kira Phoenix. The chick was terrible when she first came in. I’m pretty sure everyone was hoping that she wasn’t going to make the trip back when the doors opened back up, but none of us were that lucky. I guess the moment that we saw Crimson pop back up, we should have suspected his sidekick to come along too. It would have been a good thing if she was as talented as he is. Hell, I would have settled for just being half as entertaining. Instead all we get is a cheap imitation from someone with lady bits. No thanks.
There are two people worse than anyone else on this list though. Why? Because there are two champions on this roster with championships that aren’t going anywhere. Sam Marlowe’s Roulette Championship is not getting deactivated any time soon, but it doesn’t seem like she is all that concerned about keeping it. Instead of focusing on her title, she joined Blast From The Past to try and upgrade. She didn’t make it because she got made to look like a fool by a rookie. You know, I gave people shit about not being worth the camera time they waste, but it’s not like Sam is setting a high bar for them. It’s easy for trash to get a title shot when you have a trash champion.
And before everyone calls out the obvious slant of this little blog, let me put your fears at easy. The worst of the worst is actually the one closest to me, and the one that is probably going to beat my ass in training for having the audacity to question her. The person that had the nerve to tell me that I wasn’t ready to enter Blast From The Past, but carries a championship without stepping foot in the ring. We have all of the problems that we have, because the person at the top of the mountain isn’t doing shit to sort out the pack. Mikah is content to sit back and wait for her match against Crystal. She is okay with chilling and playing her games from Christian’s office. She might be the most gifted female on this roster, but since SCW has come back she has been the single greatest disappointment.
She could probably straighten the line and take out the trash with a snap of her fingers, but she chooses to sit back and watch things fall apart. She’s not a champion. That’s why I’m going to have to take it from her when the time comes.
So there it is bitches. Consider yourselves ranked, and found equally disappointing.
If you think there’s anyone missing, then you’re just not being patient enough.
See you soon.
-Court
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”Overtime Pt.2”
Friday
4 May 2018
Chicago, Illinois
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I remember being a little apprehensive about letting him into the apartment. I mean I had only seen this guy from a distance, and from the moment that he stepped through the door he was a little weird. He didn’t have a coat for me to take, and didn’t immediately sit down. I closed the door, only to turn around to find him looking at pictures on a table in the front hallway. Most of them were me with friends from back home. One was the first day training with Mikah. He lingered on each of them, like he was trying to learn as much about me as he could. I wasn’t exactly willing to sit back and let him go through all of my stuff though.
Court: “So you said there’s a reason that you want to talk to me. I assume that means you are going to have to talk at some point.”
He chuckled a little to himself and moved down the hallway to where it opened up into the small living room.
Holden: “I guess that Mikah helped you get this place, right? It looks pretty good for the short amount of time that you have been here...”
It was textbook fishing. I could tell from the tone of his voice and the way that the thought trailed off that he wasn’t quite sure if it was true or not. He was baiting me into correcting him. I could see where Kris got it from.
Court: “Just because I just signed my first contract doesn’t mean I just now popped up. Mikah has been training me for a while, I was just told to keep it quiet or the deal was off.”
He nodded, and moved across the room, but not to either of the two chairs or even the couch. He took a particular interest in the things hanging on the walls, from mirrors, to a couple of paintings and family pictures. The conversation with me was an afterthought, and more of a distraction to him than what he was there for. He deflected away from the topic just as quickly as he brought it up.
Holden: “Mikah likes her privacy… that’s not an egg that anyone is going to crack….”
I didn’t quite follow. Mikah had always been open with me, but just came across like her personal life was hers, and hers alone. I never asked, and she never told. However, if he knew something that I didn’t, I was curious.
Court: “What is that supposed to--”
He waved his hand my direction, cutting off the thought before I could even finish it. Normally it wouldn’t have shut me up, but he also turned his attention to me for the first time.
Holden: “What do you know about my son?”
My mouth shut, and I couldn’t stop my shoulders from shrugging. I was hoping at the time that I didn’t look as caught off guard as I felt. Even on the spot though, a few things came to mind.
Court: “Well he’s an asshole. He’s also the top guy in SCW right now. Broke his arm or some shit last year. I remember that Mikah was real pissed off about that. Disappeared for a little while. History of drug problems and boning everything that moves…..”
I held my arms out to my sides, and shrugged a second time.
Court: “You want me to keep going?”
I could tell that he didn’t, but I expected him to be more offended than he was. Instead, he laughed about it and then finally made his way to a chair to sit down. Somehow it was reassuring that we were on the same page as far as Kris was concerned. At least I wasn’t about to get some sanctimonious parent speech.
Holden: “He is all of those things for sure. Definitely not someone that I would trust if I wasn’t in the inner circle...”
The way that he hung on his last two words made me curious enough to interrupt him.
Court: “What inner circle?”
His eyes lit up in a way that I couldn’t have anticipated. There was some awkward type of relief in it too, almost like he expected to have to spoon feed me whatever he had to say. The fact that I was catching on looked like it pleased him. Maybe it would help me out by moving the conversation along so that he could get the hell out of my apartment already.
Holden: “That’s pretty preceptive. There used to be a lot. Friends. Family. Managers. Companies.”
I nodded. It was all stuff that anyone that was a casual fan would have already known. I raised my hand up and twirled my finger, trying to speed things up.
Court: “Yeah. Coby, Parker, Jet City, Jason, Kali, Heather, all of them. I get it. None of them are around anymore. It’s like they evaporated overnight.”
He sat back in the chair, and raised his hands up with his palms up towards the ceiling. He tried to play it casually, but he was obviously proud of himself for some reason.
Holden: “That’s why I’m here. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
He had lost me. I didn’t have any idea what any of it had to do with me. He wasn’t my trainer, despite the fact that he kept showing up thinking otherwise. We weren’t friends. We barely knew each other.
Court: “Whatever it is doesn’t sound like it involves me...”
He brushed away that idea with yet another wave of his hand, and countered with the reason that it did.
Holden: “None of those people are around, because I convinced them not to be. I convinced them that we needed to let Kris stand on his own two feet for the first time in his life. No crutches. No distractions. Just let him hyper focus on his dream. Yet, he keeps coming to your gym.”
From the way it sounded, he was blaming me for something that I didn’t need or want to happen.
Court: “Not by my choice! He just shows up.”
Holden nodded, which left me confused. How could he blame me but agree that it was just Kris being Kris?
Holden: “...and I need that to stop. I can’t really explain that to you. I don’t want to waste your time with a long story that you don’t care about. I just need you to break whatever interest that he has in you, and I don’t have the luxury of time.”
I remember scrunching up my eyebrows, and being totally lost about how any of this fit together. I struggled to make sense of it, but was coming up empty.
Court: “It’s not like I’m interested in his advice or anything. If I knew how to make him go away, I totally would. I wouldn’t have my workout interrupted, and I wouldn’t have random old dudes knocking on my door.”
It was his turn to shrug, and he offered me the key to solve my problem.
Holden: “I can tell you how you can make that happen, all you have to do is promise me that you will follow through with it.”
As if there was anyway that I was going to take that as less ominous than it sounded.
Court: “Look I’m not going to...”
He cut me off, all because I am pretty sure he knew how I was going to finish the sentence and he didn’t need the visual in his head.
Holden: “Nothing like that. All you have to do is have a conversation, and he will be out of your hair forever.”
It seemed too good to be true, and it probably was. That didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to hear him out. Anything was better than nothing. There was a catch though.
Court: “That’s all well and good, but I’m not the one you need to be worrying about. If you want him isolated...”
He shook his head, probably having thought all of this through a lot further than I had.
Holden: “Like I said, there is no cracking that Mikah thing. I’m working around it. Kind of just hoping that the two of them are so chaotic that they eventually implode. Both of those championships are going to their heads, and their heads were already pretty big.”
It made enough sense to me to be curious as to what I would have to do. If he was willing to sit back and let Kris and Mikah’s friendship implode on it’s own, there obviously wasn’t some nuclear option to use there.
Court: “So what would I have to do..?”
He chuckled, and crossed his left ankle over his right knee, getting more comfortable in the chair.
Holden: “That’s the fun part.”
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Bang-Baang!
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The feed comes to life with Courtney sitting with her back to the camera. Her bright teal top pulls most of the attention away from her surroundings, but cannot take away from the fact that it is a beautiful day outside. The sky above her is blue and cloudless, and the sound equipment does not pick up the sound from any kind of wind. She sits on the ground, a grassy area behind her giving way to a rock formation that she sits on top of. Her legs hang over the side, but we cannot see down in front of her.
”It is easy to talk about whole bunch of trash about someone that has been around long enough to fail...”
The camera comes around Court’s side to show what she is sitting in front of. The drop in front of her is only a few feet, but below her is a pond filled with crystal clear water. There are fish of all different colors swimming around through it, all of various shapes and sizes. She looks down at them with a smile on her face.
”I mean did all of you see what I posted on that second blog? How long to you think it took me to run down the whole roster like that? Do you think it took brain power? Any kind of energy? Do you think that I put much thought into it?”
She laughs, the idea is obviously amusing to her.
”Evie is at her best when she is facing most of the people that I mentioned in that blog. Did you see the roast of Amy Marshall? Evie admitted not being the funny type, but people like Amy make her job easy. It doesn’t take any kind of thought. It is observational humor. Amy owns a porn company, so she is a slut. Amy loses and lot of matches and recruits shitty partners, so she is a joke. Amy is great on paper, but in reality everyone knows she is a failure. Tell me if any of those things were new information for you guys at home. I’ll wait.”
Her eyes stay on the fish swimming around below her. Even though her legs hang over the edge of the small drop, they are not long enough for her toes to even graze the water. Beneath her feet, one of the larger fish makes its way towards a group of smaller ones which immediately disperse in different directions.
”I can’t say that the girl can’t turn a phrase, but that’s pretty easy to do when you are given so much ammunition. The fact is, Evie is a big fish in a pond of small ones, not unlike what is going on down here...”
Court points down at the pond with a smile playing on her lips.
”With Mikah out of the picture, who can even stand up to her? Evie basically bulldozes everyone in her path. She has wrecked her way through Blast From The Past with a midget as her partner. She has taken down just about every big name in this company. There’s a reason that I didn’t mention her in the blog that I did, and it is because she doesn’t fit the mold that everyone else does. She talks a ridiculous amount of shit, and then shows up to back it up. She is in that ring weekly, and busts ass every time the bell rings. Yet, she lowers herself to take pot shots at people that are beneath her, while I only warrant a passing phrase.”
Court shrugs her shoulders.
”But why? If she is such a big fish in a small pond, why am I just a footnote? I would assume that she would say it is because I am a rookie. I don’t have a lot of experience, and who knows how long I will be hanging out on the roster. I haven’t earned my place in the history of this company, and I haven’t been around long enough for her to consider me a joke like Amy Marshall. Evie looks at me and sees that the brightest days are still ahead of me. I am not someone that has been here for years with my best matches behind me. I am someone that is just getting started, and am already head and shoulders above most of the basic bitches on this roster.”
She chuckles before adding.
”I’m like a younger, better trained Mikah who actually wants to step into the ring on a weekly basis. There are no hoops to jump through. There are no missteps to make fun of. There is just me getting in a ring and eventually winning. I don’t waste time with pointless segments. I don’t ramble on Twitter. I just show up and I win. It makes me curious how funny Evie is going to be able to be when she talks about me. She’s firing blanks this time around and still expecting me to flinch when the gun goes off.”
Court reaches down to her side opposite the camera and wraps her hand around the handle of a net before holding it up. She looks up from the pond, to the net in her hand, the smile only growing wider on her face.
”Evie might have been Bombshell and Tag Team Champion last year… she might be the most difficult Bombshell on the roster to beat… I might be a rookie, but not even the big fish are safe from a net closing in around them.”
As she speaks, she dips the net into the pond, and easily captures one of the larger fish. She brings the net up to the top of the water so that it cannot escape.
”People expected me to be mad about the match this week. I look at it as my best case scenario. I am about to walk into the Blast From The Past Finals against the woman that won the tournament last year. I am a new wrestler stepping into the ring with someone who has already won the biggest prize in the company. I am taking on my biggest challenge so far in this company, and I am doing it without the hope of it eliminating me from the tournament...”
She laughs a little, her eyes lighting up as she inches the net up a little higher around the fish trapped inside. It is still mostly submerged beneath the surface of the water, but its movements become more frantic as the space it has to move under the water shrinks.
”The best person to prepare me to win the finals is Evie, and that is exactly what she is going to do at Climax Control. I couldn’t be more ecstatic, because she has no choice in the matter. She is going to be forced to teach me, and I am an excellent student. She can ask Mikah or Kris if she wants, and they will let her know how quickly I pick things up. Evie is going to want to win this match to crush my momentum. She is going to want to beat me so badly that I second guess myself in a few weeks. Again, she wants me to flinch, but is firing blanks.”
She teases like she is going to pull the net from the water, but holds the fish out of the water for only a second before dipping it back down.
”She needs to win this match. All I need to do is participate in this match. That gives me all of the power in the world. I can throw everything I have at her, and learn what works. I can make mistakes. I can take her best shots. I can scout every single way that she is going to attack me, and watch the way I respond to it over and over and over again in the next couple of weeks. Worst case scenario, I lose and find ways to fix my mistakes ahead of the finals. Then I walk into the finals and beat her when it counts.”
She raises the net a second time, and this time holds the squirming fish up in front of the camera. It fights for its life, flopping around in the net.
”Best case scenario, I score the biggest possible upset of the week, and ride that momentum into the finals ready to embarrass her just a little bit more. Then again, if I beat her this week, it might be more fun just to stand on the apron and let Fenris kick the shit out of the midget for the whole match. And why wouldn’t I? I wouldn’t have anything left to prove to any Bombshell on this roster. I would just be waiting until my shot to show my trainer that she was all wrong about me not being ready to join this company.”
Just as the fish starts to show signs of giving up the struggle, Court drops the net back into the pond and lets it swim away.
”I won’t be letting Evie out of the net so easily. I am soooo looking forward to getting her best shot.”
Court extends only her index fingers and thumbs before sarcastically pointing her finger guns at the camera with a wink.
”I have so much to learn from you. Bang. Baang.”
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