Reminiscing
Scene One | Off-Camera
Luna had felt so incredibly lost as of late. That wasn’t really a secret to anyone who had been around her since the loss of her brother, but it was probably the worst it had been in sometime. She felt like she was just moving through the motions. From day to day, trying to use different things to cover up her own pain. Throwing her own safety to the wind in the ring. Getting violently confrontational with people who attempted to overstep their bounds.
Her own marriage felt like it was teetering on the rocks, but in no real tangible way. There was nothing to actually cast doubts on her own marriage, but her mind was attempting to unravel. To find error and gripes in all different aspects of herself. Alex had been nothing but consistent, loving and accepting. Yet her mind refused to simply allow her to keep on going. She was depressed, but she had no idea how to fix it. No idea what could change to make life better. She’d been spending a lot more time with Adrienne ever since her photography exhibition. More time in James’ bar. More time surrounded by memories of a past that was no longer hers.
It might have been all the time she’d been spending there that was casting doubts on her personal life. Alex just couldn’t be in the bar for long, so they weren’t spending the time they normally were together. They hadn’t been organising any date nights, nor any specific times to be with each other. Life was getting in the way of her actually living her own. Or rather, the lack of life was stopping her from really living her own. From being happy in her own way. She was so incredibly lost.
“If you could go anywhere in the world, right now, where would it be?”
Alex’s voice cut through the fog that she was currently enveloped in. She was laying in bed with him, but she couldn’t really remember when they’d climbed into bed. She couldn’t really remember why they were spending the night in. She couldn’t even remember what they had been talking about. It almost felt like she was floating, but without truly doing so. She narrowed her brow a little as she slowly tried to pull her thoughts together.
“Dixie.” Luna said, purely based on a song that Alex had been incessantly playing in the shower of late. She didn’t want him to worry for her, so the least she could was try and be present. To try and be alive. To try and exist in the moment.
“If heaven ain’t a lot like it, I’d sure as hell stay home.” Alex mumbled in response, clearly having the song stuck back in his head right away. She smiled a little, nestling into his chest some more. His fingers finding their way into her hair, entangling himself with her, as he gave just the lightest of head rubs. There were exciting things on the horizon for them both, professionally. But it was moments like this when she realised personally they were always walking on glass. Both too afraid of not being strong enough for the other, that they just were falling into a rut. A routine. A pattern.
“Where would you go? If you could just leave now, and not look back?” Luna asked, turning her head up a little to try to look up at him. She couldn’t really see past his jaw, but she looked up anyway. To see anything in his face. To see life in him.
“There’s times I’d like to go back to. Places that held those times, more so than the places themselves. I think I'd like to go back to that night. Not long after mum’s funeral. When it was just the three of us, sitting on that hill in front of the firepit. Jimmy was out cold, but still had an iron grip on the last bottle of Jack. You and me, wrapped up under that blanket on the two person camper chair. I think that was the night I really started to understand how in love I was with you. In my lowest moment, the saddest day of my life to that point. I had love around me, and for that moment. I wasn’t alone.” Alex said softly, his features softening just a little. They didn’t speak much in the earlier days. There were many things that went wrong from there onwards.
But she knew the night, the place and time. The world he was talking about. It was one of the first times she really thought she could spend her life with this man. She could blame a whole plethora of things for why things went wrong, but truthfully. She was just afraid. Afraid then, like she was now. Afraid that she was going to lose him, for no other reason than her own ability to see what was really before her. The fear she felt for her marriage now, the fear she felt for their relationship then.
“For me, I knew that day you and Jimmy rushed me back to your house. When those girls had dumped the blood and guts from the abattoir all over me. I was so upset that day, but you and Jimmy. You were just there in an instant. You beat the shit out of my boyfriend, and then you helped me away. You sat outside the shower whilst I tried to clean all the filth from my skin and hair. You didn’t move, you didn’t try to take a peak. You just sat there and talked with me. Let me know that I was real, and that somebody cared. I think that was the day I would go back to, if not a place. As silly as it is. It was the purest moment of love that I had ever experienced.” Luna regaled, turning her gaze downward a little. Losing herself in her mind again. He wrapped his free arm more tightly around her as he shuffled down a little, the two of them more closely laying together.
“That was the first day I saw you. Properly saw you. I remember being so awestruck looking at you from across the courtyard. Then I saw what they were doing. Next thing I knew I was just punching his face in. James tried to drag me off him so we could get you away. Back to my house to clean up. I didn’t know how to express it for a while, but that was definitely the first time I really saw you.” Alex said, a splash of warmth filling her cheeks. It was reassuring to know that there were so many moments in their lives that crossed over. Surprising, but warming.
“I just want to be happy again.” Luna said softly, curling into herself. Alex nodded a little and squeezed her tightly.
“I’d do anything to make life happy for us. To make you happy. To change it all. I want nothing more than to be happy, and for you to have that happiness too.” Alex said. The rush of tiredness had overtaken her, and she felt herself slipping into sleep.
“I love you Lu.”
Broken Failures
Scene Two | On-Camera
“After I lost to Kayla, I told Song. I told her that I was going to do anything to build myself back up. If that meant going through every person in this fucking company to do that, then so be it. If it meant punching and kicking in the face of every woman between Kayla and I? Then that was what I was going to do. Truthfully, I think I should have been in the Proving Grounds. Ask anyone else and I’m sure they’d tell you the same thing. I’m sure they’d tell you that Luna Pasilno is still the woman everyone wants to see. A god in supple flesh, with a violent streak to match the Old Testament. Instead, I was used as a tool, by Bella Maddison. In her war with Victoria Lyons.”
“I don’t mind Victoria. I had some harsh things to say, but I am honest to a fault. Love and admiration does not excuse you from being the victim of vitriol. Love and admiration will not save you from being on the other end of a beating. Love and admiration will not help you escape what I need to do to each and every single fucking person who stops me on my journey back to being the Bombshell World Champion. So when I get forced to get involved in other’s battles, I’m going to make the best of the situation.”
“Call me a fucking prophet, because I called it. Neither Bella nor Victoria won their matches. For better or worse, Bella’s presence throws a bit of concern about my win, but nevertheless. I walk into this match having taken away Victoria Lyons’ undefeated streak. I walk into this match, having beaten Song so horrifically last time, that the simple idea of having to face Luna Pasilno again? It sent her running for the god damn hills. What I’ve come to understand is that some people learn their lessons. Some people come to understand what I am capable of. Bella Madison from the outside looking in saw it. Victoria Lyons, despite her psychosis, is capable of seeing the woman that stands before everyone.”
“My husband idolises me, this whole fucking company needs me! So it baffles me that despite the fact that I am the only person to have beaten Victoria Lyons. Despite the fact that at this point I am the only person that has taken Kayla Richards to the limit. Despite the fact that I am the fucking Idol of Sin City Wrestling, I have to continue on this journey of proof. I have to prove that I deserve to be the number one contender for the Bombshell Roulette Championship, despite having proven I am better than the champion already. Despite having proven that I am better than the former champions, Alexandra Calaway and Bobbie Dahl. Despite being a former champion myself, albeit in the greenest stretch of my short career. I am needing to prove myself capable.”
“So that takes us to Violent Conduct. A year ago, I was still struggling to pull myself out a rut. Almost like where I find myself now, and in that, I faced one of the unlucky ladies in this match. Seleana Zdunich. She got the win over me that night, and I can’t fault her for that. I can’t fault her for taking advantage of a situation where I was so distraught and lost in my own life, that she managed to squeak one over on me. So when I became the Bombshell Internet Champion not long after, I’m sure that it was upsetting to poor Seleana, that the divide between us became so horrifically obvious. I’m sure that it was upsetting to her to know that even after our first meeting, there was a chasm between me and her.”
“A chasm of skill. Of grace, of love. So I wonder Seleana, when you saw that once again you’re getting a chance to show off your mediocrity on such a grand scale. How much did your heart sink, when you saw the headlining name for this match, Luna Pasilno. The future of the Bombshell division. The woman who is going to take everything to prove that I deserve to be in the ring in the main event once again, and if that means tearing you apart? Then so fucking be it. I’ll break your pretty little face, just like I said, I’d punch in Victoria’s mousey little fucking nose. Or maybe I’ll break your confidence like I did with the scared little cunt known as Song. Who ran away at the first real threat to her own ego.”
“That’s the difference between people like you, and people like me. I am not content with simply existing, I am not content taking the easy wins in easy moments against broken individuals. I am the one breaking them. I am the one leading the charge to be taken seriously. For all of us to be seen greater than we have been. To be seen as greater than we could have been. To push through that glass ceiling, just so that when you look up after being tossed back to the bottom, you realise. The woman sitting at the top is the one to idolise, and that woman? I am her, she is me. I am the Idol of Sin City Wrestling, Seleana. I am your god, I am your queen. I am the motherfucking King.”
“So as much as I understand you being here, Seleana. As much as I understand you refusing to believe that this place has no need for you anymore. No need for you, or Crystal, or Song. No need for relics of the past attempting to make something of themselves in my era. In my time. So Seleana, when I put you through that fucking table. When I leave you laying in a pile and you wonder why you are still here. I have the answer for you. You’re trying to stay relevant in a world that does not want you. That does not need you. That will never accept you. Stay home, and out of my ring. Or I’ll send you there, like I have so many others already. Just ask any of them. Kim Pain, Song, Kat Jones, maybe Samantha Marlowe. A list that is only going to get longer, and you? You’re just another name on that list. Sort of like the other ‘veteran’ in this sordid little affair.”
“Alexandra Calaway. Here we are again. Another match, another opportunity for a championship. It’s become a regular sordid affair. Respect built, respect torn down. Respect is all that matters when people think it does, except? I don’t care much for it. I don’t much care for your respect, I don’t care for Seleana’s and I sure as hell don’t care for Cassie’s. This match is simply a platform. A platform for me to prove that I am still better than you. To prove that I am still the Idol. To prove that I am the only one that really fucking matters in Sin City. So riddle me this, Ally. Riddle me why, after I have beaten you, time and time again. After I won the Blast from the Past tournament at your expense. After I beat you in your own area of expertise in London. After Alex and I proved to be the better contenders for the Mixed Tag Team Championships. Riddle me, why you are even fucking here?”
“You couldn’t beat Bobbie. You couldn’t beat Victoria. I couldn’t tell you a single person that you beat in your first reign as Bombshell Roulette Champion, let alone who stepped to the plate in that second attempt. A win you got as a result of my husband’s hard and unending work. I’m beginning to think the tale of your life is going to be a perpetual disappointment. A failure when the big moments call for it, because you cannot for the life of you pull it together. You hide your insecurity behind faux respect, and then when you get called on it acts like you were just trying to be kind. Or that it was a ploy and you really know how to do things. Because that’s what you are right? A winner who just happens to have bad luck.”
“So why, Ally? Why can’t you beat me? Why are you always a step behind the plucky young rookie who you were so certain that you were better than? I think I know the answer. I think you’re just not as good as you give yourself credit for. Always hanging around the bottom, but with moments of clarity that take you to a spot you just aren’t ready for. Juliana and Kayla have embarrassed you, just like I have. Over and over. Embarrassed by women far better, far stronger and far younger than you. Another relic from a time long gone, trying to be relevant by sticking your nose in the business of the future. So now, once again. I have to put you in your place. I have to be the voice of fucking reason that takes you from the pedestal you sit yourself on and bring you back down. To break your fucking nose, bust your tight little perfected frame to pieces, and leave you laying in the ring.”
“I’m used to hurting you, Alexandra. I’m used to breaking you. I’m used to putting you through pain, and I know you know. That you cannot step to me. That you cannot come close to who I am, and I who I am going to be. You are nothing to me. You are nothing, because I have made you irrelevant. The sheer irony of this all is that I put you through a barbed wire table. I ended Samatha Marlowe’s career by putting her through a fucking table, and now? Now I get to put you all through a table to ensure that I stand as the next number one contender for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Now I get to take it all away from you again, just to make myself happy, and there is nothing in this world that would make me happier. Then to see you lay in a pile of wood and metal, leaking your life’s essence onto the floor, and slowly having your life ebb away from you. I want to see you fucking bleed, Alex.”
“I want to see you bleed, so maybe this time. Finally, you’ll have that speckle of understanding in your eyes. Maybe this time, you’ll finally understand. That when it comes to you and me? The answer is always going to be Luna fucking Pasilno. The answer is always going to be me, and never you. Don’t cry when it's done, because I will not have sympathy for you. Do not cry because it happened, just understand. Every ache, every new scar and every bit of pain you feel. That’s because I gave that to you, on my path. On my journey. On my way to becoming un-fucking-deniable. Believe me on that.”
“Lastly and most of all least. Little foul-mouthed and angry Cassie Wolfe. All full of vim and vigour and somehow as big of a failure as her namesake family member. Cassie, oh sweet Cassie. The Barossa Valley brain rot must be a family problem. See, it’s always baffling how alike you two are. Full of attitude, with absolutely nothing to back it up or make it mean anything. Nothing to make what you are doing believable. Nothing but words and anger for a world that doesn’t owe you fucking anything. For people that owe you nothing. For being nothing and expecting everything. Somehow, you got what should have been my spot in the Proving Grounds.”
“Somehow you got to be in that purview, and you fucked it up. You lost to Raine. A fresh face with more attitude and foul mouthed attitude than ever the ditzy little Wolfe family. You lost your debut match, which I would have felt sorry for you. Except you seemed so confident in your ability to do something that your failing is an even bigger joke than you are. Somehow, someone was convinced that you deserved an opportunity in this match. This match is filled with people who have done nothing but fail. Nothing but simply stepping stones for those who are far greater than them. Part of me wonders if this all isn’t thrown together in hopes of slowing Luna Pasilno down just a touch.”
“This whole match was put together in hopes that four women, who are now just three, could do what others have consistently failed to do. Alexandra can’t get it done on her own. She couldn’t get it done with Miles, and hell even with my own husband, she still came up short. Seleana is almost as much of a joke as her forgettable wife Crystal is. You? You don’t belong here. You’re just riding the name of your cousin, in hopes that people forget how much of a joke your family name is. That? That’s just a fucking joke, Cassie.”
“See I don’t think you’re smart enough to really realise what is happening here. In a company full of people like you, Calaway and Zdunich. There are clear outliers of superiority. There are women like Kayla Richards, and myself. Hell, as much as I don’t like the way Juliana conducts herself. She’s at least got something to back it all up. You, Cassie? You’re just a flash. Another name trying to pretend that she is going to be something, who will fall and fail because that’s all you’re good at. That’s all you can do. I’m calling it now. You lose, and lose again. You’ll make grand claims of being overlooked, or treated poorly. Somehow blame the superiors for your ineffectiveness in the ring, and then just like Krystal?”
“You’ll take your wine-ruined brain back to Sadelaide, and stay the fuck out of my ring. Stay the fuck out of my company, and tell everyone who asks, that you just weren’t good enough to step to the Idol. That you couldn’t keep up, you couldn’t outwrestle her, and that the things she said were just a little bit too true and hurtful to simply ignore. Another body to hurt. Another person to break. Another barrier to the inevitable. I’m the one who deserves to be facing Victoria Lyons. Not Bella, regardless of how much attitude she may have otherwise. Not any three of you, who are simply here as bodies hopefully in place to ruin my journey.”
“None of you belong in my ring, and I intend to show the world the truth. I intend to be the woman at the end of it standing on a pile of broken women. Faces mangled and bodies broken, so the next time any of you see your name across from mine. You remember what happened. You remember that even on your best day, you aren’t good enough for Luna Pasilno. Don’t cry about it though Cassie. Nobody fucking cares for the excuses. Nobody wants to hear you blame others for your own ineptitude. Just take the loss, and know. Know that you aren’t in my fucking league.”
“The Conspiracy is here.”
What Does The Future Hold
Scene One | Off-Camera
There was part of her that really enjoyed being in the UK. They’d been doing day trips and running around to whatever places they could find whilst they were there. Alex had found a few old monasteries that still had bootleg breweries going in their basements to sample. Luna had forced them to go and visit the various locations of Jack the Ripper’s killings, and a few other iconic places associated with different serial killers of England’s storied past.
Today however, it was almost another work day. The documentary that Dick Hammering had been working on for Alexander Raven, was in need of some more interview footage. Which meant Luna had to spend the day with the seedy little man, whilst Alex was off filming some B-Roll and going through historical footage from his UECW and uXw days.
This time there was no Adrienne for her to bounce off, so she was feeling a little bit more out of sorts than she had in the past. Instead of being cooped up in a make-shift warehouse this time however, they were in a far more comfortable environment for her. A classic feeling pub, one that reminded her somewhat of James’ bar back home. They’d somehow managed to rent the place out for the day, so only crew members, Richard Hammering and Luna were on site. She wasn’t quite sure what was going to be the rundown for the day, but she’d been asked to think about what the future holds for the both of them.
“Okay, t-minus five minutes until we get started. Luna I’m gonna get you sitting in that booth over there. Beer, wine, spirits or something else?” Dick’s whiny voice carried through the air. Everyone seemingly shuddered at the shrill sound. At least she wasn’t alone in not particularly liking the man.
“A pint probably makes the most sense. Location-wise, and… us wise.” Luna said, sighing a little as she plopped herself down in the booth seats. Taking a deep breath as one of the assistants put a pint down in front of her. She suspected it had been poured a little while ago, because the head had mostly gone and it seemed a bit warmer than usual.
Dick pulled up another seat, as he placed himself down to the side of the camera. One of the people went over a few details with her as Dick went through a few notes with another of the crew. A few nods, a few acknowledgements and then they were straight into the swing of things.
“Things have changed dramatically since we last spoke. Championships, feuds and battles. The defeat of streaks, and the looming threat of retirement from your husband, Alexander. But as interesting as what has come, we’d all love to know. What does the future hold for Luna and Alexander?” Dick asked, flying straight into things. Luna nodded a little as she took a sip of her beer, looking down the barrel of the camera.
“You know, it’s a good question. We’ve been asking ourselves that for a little while now. This year has been hard, you know? After losing James, the both of us have sort of been treading water. We’ve been throwing ourselves into our work so hard attempting to find some peace, some purity. Something different to keep ourselves going. Alex seems pretty intent on retiring soon, and I can’t blame him. He’s wrestled harder than most people do in thirty years, in just the decade he’s actually been in the ring. I’m not ready to hang it up, not even close. I was late into this, and there’s this part of me. This part that wants to do this, to be successful for my brother. To make Jimmy proud.”
“I think about it a lot, you know. I’d love for us to be able to go back to Australia. To leave James’ bar in Adrienne’s hands and just… be away from it all. To be closer to the place that had so many happy memories. Give Alex that ability to go and visit the grave of his ex-wife. As happy as we are, I know part of him feels regret for not being able to go and talk to her. He beats himself up for it, you know?” Luna continued on, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. She took a deep breath as she took another deep drink of her beer.
“For a long time, we’d convinced ourselves we didn’t want any kids. Alex has had the snip, and I’d never really wanted to be pregnant. But I think priorities change a little. There’s this part of us that wouldn’t mind it so much. I’m not sure what the change came from, but the conversation has come up a few times.” Luna said, furrowing her brow a little as she thought more on it.
“So, a move across the world and the potential for an adopted little one running around. That seems like an interesting turn after a career of violence, blood and seemingly endless aggression. A pure end to the career some might say.” Dick said, more a conversation point than any questions.
“Like I said, I don’t really think I’m ready to give it up. I don’t really think Alex is either. I suspect that come October, there’ll be some closed door meetings. That’s the thing with this business, you know? Leaving is always a pipe dream, because the feeling of being in the ring? There is nothing quite like it. The adrenaline, the adulation. Even when the world hates you, there is something pure to it all. There’s a future for us, but I don’t fully know what it holds.”
“One day, we’ll work it all out. When the loss of James isn’t so fresh, and we’re more certain on whether or not a little one in our lives is a good idea or not. There’s just a lot to consider, and I think the future is never really clear.” Luna stated, nodding a little to herself as she sat there.
Dick nodded. There were numerous more questions, things about the past, the present and the future. The interview felt all over the place. But for a moment, there was clarity. Each day there felt like there were vaguely more reasons to live. To keep going on. To be alive.
Little did she know, the peace she had been finding in dreams of potential were about to be taken away forever. Little did she know that at that very moment, Alex was dealing with choices we made. That they were losing another friend, forever. Even if they held no love for that man anymore.
Life was never simple.
Going Crazy
Scene Two | On-Camera
“I’ve sat here for the last week. Trying to think about what is to come. About who is in my way. About the women they’ve put in my path once again, trying to force me to prove that I belong here. I’ve been thinking about how it is going to feel putting each and every one of these useless fucking women through a table. Proving beyond a doubt that Bella Madison doesn’t deserve to be in the championship match. Proving that once again, I am better than almost every fucking woman on this roster. Proving that I should have been in the Proving Grounds.”
“See for me, success comes when I put each and every one of them through a table. Eliminating each and every one of them to prove that not only am I better, but I am the best. That I am the future, I am the present and the past has nothing on me. But the more I sit there and think about it. The more I start to wonder. I start to wonder why things are the way they are. The more I start to wonder if this is truly the world I live in. Cause I must be going crazy.”
“I must be going out of my mind. Truly, I may actually be insane. It has to be me that’s lost my marbles, because the absolute dribble that I had to listen to from Cassie Wolfe and Alexandra Calaway? It defies belief. There is no way the shit that they tried to throw not just at each other, but at me could actually be what they said.”
“Let’s just sit on this for a minute. Cassie Wolfe hasn’t even managed to get a win yet. Has done nothing but abuse other people, gets given an opportunity she doesn’t deserve in a match with women who in the very least have shown up to be somewhat interesting. She has over a year worth of tape to look at, a year worth of things I’ve said, I’ve acknowledged, I’ve done. She’s got all this to work with, and the fucking best she can throw my way? Complaining about her shit-hole state, with its shit-hole capital, and how she is going to ‘pop my ego’.”
“The woman who has been consistently knocked flat on her ass, who couldn’t get a single person to take her open challenge, has the audacity, the fucking stupidity to question me? You want to talk about getting a clean win, Cassie? You want to tell me to come and talk to you when I can ‘beat the champ’ on my own? How about you come and talk to me, when you do anything worthy of being in this situation, lover. I thought Krystal was dense, but at least she showed up now and then. You Cassie? You’re the absolute epitome of why I have such disdain for your home state. The absolute epitome of why I detest your bogan backwater oversized country town of a city.”
“Every little thing that comes out of your mouth Cassie just reinforces this image of uselessness. Yeah, you do have the most to gain from winning here sweetheart. You’re absolutely right, you delusional little angel. You have the most to gain, but you also have so much to lose. Another failure, another loss? What does that do for your image? Does it reinforce the idea of you being any level of a good signing for Sin City? No, I think you’ll find that our sweet surrogate corporate daddies will have to re-evaluate just how giving they are with their contracts. The worst part of it all, Cassie? You clearly are hiding behind these jokes, which… I don’t think anyone has ever laughed at. But you hide behind this image of carefree rebellion.”
“A carefree rebellion which just doesn’t match up at all. The rebellious little girl, who sat by the sidelines and let the world pass her by, because nobody cared to take your challenge. Instead of doing something, instead of making movements, taking action? You just cried about it. Like Krystal would. Like your friends constantly do. The Conspiracy is often accused of saying things against us are part of a conspiracy. There is a certain irony in it all, but at least when we feel like the world is bearing down on us, we change our speed. We change our tact. We do something about it. We don’t sit by and let the world pass us by.”
“You want to see rebellion, little girl? You want to see people do something different, be their authentic selves? All you have to do is look at me. Understand that I am a motherfucking king. I am THE IDOL of Sin City. When I fell and felt like I was losing my way. We went and ruined Samantha Marlowe and Ben Jordan. When I was resentful of the bureaucracy of this place. For the overt power mongering that the Corporate fathers put on us? I made myself in-fucking-dispensable. I became untouchable because they needed me. They needed their workhorse. They needed the woman who was making others elevate. They need me, but Cassie? They’ll never need you.”
“Truthfully, this is just consolation for what should have been mine. A journey back to the top, with the ability to reconcile my past mistakes. After Violent Conduct? I’ll be the number one contender to the Roulette Championship. My sweet loving husband will be the reigning Roulette Champion, and after I rip that pixie nosed bitch’s face off? We’ll be the King and Queen of the Roulette division. Violence incarnate, and the true fucking rebels of this business. Succeeding even when they didn’t want it. Succeeding when they do everything to ensure failure.”
“You’re here to get a chance, sure. More than that however, you’re here to skew the odds. To make it harder for Luna Pasilno to get the leg up and be the future contender that I know I am. That they know I am. That every single fucking woman in this company knows that I am. So when you fall apart in the match, I want you to understand something. You’re nothing compared to me, you’ll never be in my league. You’re just another forgettable cunt in this division. Filled with so many women who are undeserving.”
“What I wish you had done, Cassie? Is take the route of Seleana. To shut your fucking face, and just let things be. Don’t think I didn’t notice your silence, Seleana. I wonder what it is that made you feel like you had to be the quiet little mouse. Hoping to fly under the radar maybe? See I have a bit of a bone to pick with you. Last year, at this very event? You got a sneaky little win over me. Granted, I was in a pit of despair and self-loathing. Funnily enough, I wouldn’t have expected to be in such a state in the future too, but c’est la vie.”
“I need you to remember, Seleana. Your success is a memory. Like everything in your life? A memory. You are the problem with this company right now. Another veteran trying to parasitically suckle at the success of your betters. Of women who are paving a path to the future. You are in the way of women like me. Your silence speaks volumes for you, Seleana. I can see it now, the despair. The disdain, the fear. I want you to think of the women whom I have put out to pasture. The list of women with your experience, your accolades, that I have torn down. I want you to look at the failing upcoming youth in women like Harper Mason and Cassie Wolfe. Forgettable nobodies like Georgie and Dawn. Your own fucking wife, who I beat for the Roulette Championship in the first place. I want you to look at everything I’ve done, and know.”
“You’re the next ragged bitch I’m going to take out. You’re the next cunt of yesteryear that I’m going to knock the fuck out. That I’m going to punch your face in so hard, your own family will refuse to acknowledge you. That’s what is waiting for you at Violent Conduct. That is what you’ve got to look forward to. Your silence is my pathway to being golden. But you’re not the only overused and rundown bitch in this match that needs to be put in their place. No, there is one other woman who continues to be a thorn in my fucking side.”
“Alexandra Calaway.”
“Oh Ally, sweet baby girl. We have done this dance before. Over and over, and every single time? You come up short. Not because you had an off day. Not because you underestimated me. Hell, I think you’re even going to try and pull the ‘oh but I was injured, I was concussed, I was…” blah, blah fucking blah routine again. No, I need you to understand something you insipid fucking bitch. You couldn’t beat Victoria, I did. You’ve never been able to beat me, not in your own ‘playground’ of violence. You’ve consistently been short when it comes to the true future of this business. The rookie who beat your fucking ass, who continues to beat your ass, and walk you like the bitch you are.”
“You want to talk about being the woman who ushered in a new era? Who the fuck did you actually beat in your reign? Who the fuck did you come anywhere close to being remotely more interesting than? Whilst you were middling your way around the forgettable Bombshell Roulette division, I was getting my dues in. I was learning to be better, to be stronger. To wrestle harder, faster and quicker. It’s funny that the lady who has a new fling every other month has the audacity to comment on my marriage. On our successes in this business. On our journey. I won the Blast from the Past, and yeah. That denied Alex his win. A win he didn’t want. A path he took because they were literally begging for some internal talent to step up.”
“They threw Mark Cross and Peter Vaughn at you guys, and they couldn’t stop you. You won that championship back for a mere moment, and then failed to hold it. Failed to stop Victoria Lyons from humiliating you. Another young woman putting your weathered ass in its place. You did need The Conspiracy, that’s the simple fact. You’ve failed as a tag team partner over and over.You’ve failed to make any mark of merit in this business, because you are nothing but a hanger-on. A hanger-on to others in an attempt to be something more. The only difference right now, is you actually found someone even more useless than you to attach yourself to. Poor Lyle. Having to be the meat shield of your inferiority.”
“You want to talk about brittle? You want to talk about having blood on your hands? The only one of us that has ever successfully had any blood on their hands, is me. Your blood, every single fucking time. Your knees giving out, every single fucking time. You kept mentioning ‘if’ you could do these things. If you could beat me, you could take out three other women. If and if and fucking if. The thing is, lover? They are just fantasies. You can talk about what ifs until the cows come home, but you’ll never be better than me. You’ll never be at my level. You’ll never beat me, because the difference between you and I?”
“I’m just fucking better.”
“I don’t believe in higher powers, Ally. Everything I do in this world is my own choice, because the simple fact is this. There is a god, and she is me. So bow your head, and acknowledge your betters. For I am the Queen, and you are nothing but another begging peasant attempting to start a coup. The problem? You’re liked even less than the town drunk, and get even less respect. You want this to be the end? So be it. I’m sick of beating your ass. I’m sick of being forced to prove myself over you, and every other weathered hags in this business. You want to get personal? Lets get fucking personal, bitch.”
“I’m going to roll around in the pool of blood that you leave in the ring, and thrive because of it. After all is said and done, you have to watch as I get my hand raised in victory, again. I want you to go home, pack your bags and fucking leave. I want you to go away, because I never want to have to see your stupid fucking face ever again. Four and none, and that’ll be the stain on your life forever. A story that ends with you being unable to keep up, and stay relevant. The Cheeky Brat, the Sassy Princess and the Silent cow? The three of you, you’re just in my way. You’re just another obstacle for The Idol.”
“Pray to whatever deity you believe in Ally, come Violent Conduct. I’m fighting to put you to sleep. I’m fighting to remind you that the only woman worth anything in this company? You’re looking at her.”
“The Conspiracy is here.”