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Not A Nobody
#NP "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails
Staggs Dungeon; Las Vegas, Nevada
((Two Weeks Ago))
"No, don't... don't do this, luv..."
I've made up my mind, and Tessa knows that there is no stopping me. I mean, I am pissed off. I can't see it, but I'm pretty sure that steam is coming out of my ears. If I pulled my panties down right now, I could literally piss fire. Yeah, I'm that mad right now. So mad, that Tessa's protests don't stop me as I walk up to the doors of Staggs Dungeon. I fling them open and walk inside. There's a few Nobodies training in the ring along with some other wrestling students, and Spike Staggs and Vixen are standing on the outside of the ring, coaching. Eden is sitting off to the side of the bleachers, playing with the twins, as Tim sits on the bleachers, staring off into space with an emptiness in his eyes. Tessa grabs onto my arm and spins me around and pulls me in close. Her eyes are wide with worry as she tries to talk what she perceives to be sense into me.
Tessa: We can talk about this, Celeste. Be reasonable...
I just stare at her. I mean, maybe she's right. Maybe if I ignore all of the problems I've had with The Nobodies since day one, they'll just... fix themselves, right? Um, fuck that. I turn back around and walk toward Tim, but he doesn't even notice. However, Spike does as he turns away from the ring and walks toward me. He steps in my way, and just as I go to walk around him, he uses his wide, muscular frame to stop me, holding his orangutan arm to hold me back.
Spike: Not a good time, Celeste...
Me: Oh? It looks like the perfect fucking time, Spike.
I am so tired of hearing people use my name. I don't have fucking amnesia, so I don't need to be reminded who I am. I lower his arm to pass, but it's like trying to bend a tree branch.
Spike: Whatever it is that clearly has you so pissed off can wait until he gets better.
Me: No, it can't! What the fuck is with you people and waiting?! You can't just shove your problems to the side and pretend you're going to deal with them later! I'm so tired of this, and I'm done pretending it's not the way it is, so if you'll excuse me...
Spike holds me back, but Tim slowly stands up on the bleacher. He looks down at us, and I've never seen that look on his face before. It's like a zombified version of a sadistic smile.
Tim: It's okay, dad. Let her through.
I have to act like I have something to do with my ability to pass, so I shove his arm all the way back and let out a grunt. Tessa sighs and crosses her arms over her chest as she just shakes her head. I march right up to Tim and place my hands on my hips.
Me: We need to fucking talk.
Tim: Clearly... Have a seat.
Me: I think I'll stand, thanks. Somebody needs to stand up around here.
Tim looks around to see everyone else standing and he looks a little confused. Right, he's basically legally stoned right now, so he doesnt get my smart ass comment. I shake my head and growl as I turn away from him. This kid has been a good friend to me for the most part, so it's hard to be mean to him what with everything going on.
Tim: What's going on with you? You seem more pissed off than usual.
Me: Hey! I'm not Alexis, so that comment is null and fucking void, okay? Things need to change, because quite frankly, this isn't what I signed up for.
Again, he doesn't quite get it. He scratches the side of his head and slowly sits down, taking a pill bottle from his pocket. He twists the cap off and starts to tilt it forward when I slap the pill bottle out of his hand, delicious pharmaceuticals flying everywhere. I ignore that fact and grab onto his face, pulling him forward as everyone in the building stops what they are doing and watches.
Me: You need to clear your head, T-Bone. Don't you see that literally everything is falling apart around you?
Tim: Yes, I do. But, luckily for me, those little pills you just knocked out of my hand, they make it impossible to give a flying fuck, and that's what I need right now.
Been there, done that. It's not all it's cracked up to be.
Me: No! It's not what you need right now. What you're going through with Brother Grimm? It's going to happen whether you're doped up like Marilyn Monroe or not! You can just let it happen this way, or you can stand up and fight it! I can only do so much for you, because I'm not some mystical sourceress with all the magic of the earth as my disposal. But, in the meantime, this thing we created?
I point all around us, to Tessa, and the masked Nobodies hanging out in the ring with the students, then to us specifically.
Me: It's turning to shit. No one actually cared about us at any point, and we counted on that. But now, we're just standing around with our thumbs up our asses, literally doing nothing.
Tim: Well, we have three title belts in our possession, so...
Me: And title belts never have been on our radar. You're the one who told me that when I talked about how I wanted to dismantle Delia Darling and take her title from her. Besides, you and Connor basically walked into that match and took the titles, so it wasn't like it was a real fight. We are weak, and you're forcing me to take matters into my own hands once again. Only this time, it might be without all of you...
Tim's eyes widen, and the reality of things finally starts to settle in. He opens his mouth, dumbfounded, hurt, and surprised all at the same time. Tessa looks pained, while giving me a look that says I'm a total plonker, or some kind of British-Irish term for a total bitch.
Tim: Do you... really feel that way?
Me: Uh, hello! I just said I was! Seriously, what the hell have we all done lately? Alexis won and has been defending the Internet Championship. You guys won the tag titles. I almost won a game of musical chairs... We're literally the shittiest, most pointless stable to ever hit SCW next to the Dreamz Chaserz! Don't you want to make your dad proud? Follow in his footsteps and make a change for the company he helped build? Or, do you want to... you know... keep whining and complaining about how we don't get noticed when we don't do shit?
Even I have to admit that what I just said was probably the bitchiest thing I've ever said to him, someone I consider to he a friend. Yet, at the same time, it needed to be said. It was how I was really feeling, and I am so done holding that back for people who don't actually respect me.
Me: I think I need to turn my hood back in. I gotta bail, because this is just going to drag us all down. I'm all for loyalty, but when you are purposely pulling me underwater, knowing exactly what you're doing... I have to go, Tim.
If he could feel right now, I'm sure he would be hurt by what I just said, but that's clearly not the case. He just stares at me, his mental wheels clearly in motion. I stare at him, and he's clearly trying to think of a response out of old habit, but his head slowly shakes from side to side.
Tim: No? No. No, you don't want to do that. You really don't want to, because we are going places, Celeste. We have our second title defense coming up for the tag titles. People are actually paying attention to us. Alexis is...
Me: Don't even bring Alexis into this. She's basically not even in this equation. You are just so in love with her, despite what she did to you, that you can't see how she's literally never involved in anything we do. After all of the shit you've been through with Kris Halich and Johnny Tsunami pulling away from us, in the same fashion, before leaving and shitting on everything we've been working to achieve, you'd think your eyes would be open to what she's about to do. You've got to see that coming.
Tim: Look, it's not that I don't care about whatever is going on with you. It can probably be cured with a Midol, but that's just an opinion. I just have a couple of more important things going on in my life right now, C. I have someone wanting to cut my heart out and eat it in the middle of the ring, or whatever it does that Brother Grimm does. You are one of the few people I can count on, and I can't lose that. So, if you want to sit here and yell at me, please, feel free, but you can't leave me.
Great, now he's playing to my one weakness; loyalty. Fight it, girl... fight it. You don't feel that sting. You can't, because then it would have been totally pointless to come all the way here, just to be guilted into staying in this fucked up situation.
Me: I would never leave you... but The Nobodies? Come on, I haven't even been initiated yet. I'm not a champion, and I have no opportunities ahead of me to change that. I'm the only real Nobody, and yet... I feel like I don't even belong there lately. Everyone is off in their own little world, and yours is the most upsetting, because it's like you're just waiting to die. And while you're waiting to die, all hope within The Nobodies is dying along with you. I'm here for you, Tim, and not just because of Brother Grimm being on your tail. But, I can't sit here and watch you die. That is where I draw the line.
I reach down to my waist as I lift up my hooded jacket. I peel it off from over my head, and I hand it over to Tim. He won't take it, so in a show of irritation, I shake it in my hand, but Tim simply stands up and walks away from me, and from everyone. He grabs his bag from the sidelines, and marches over to the double doors at the front of the gym, shoving his way through them. No fucking fair! It's supposed to be me who storms off as a pissy hot mess! Primedonna is totally stealing my moment, leaving me to stand there with my mouth wide open in shock.
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Sleepless in San Gabriel
#NP "Jump the Gun" by Adore Delano
The Boulevard; Azusa, California
"Allllright everybody... Are you girls ready for it to get reeeeal up in here? Start your engines, hunties!"
The hostess on the stage has a pretty low toned voice, and she's dressed up like a princess with West Hollywood hooker war paint on. There's no hiding this one, girl. I'm sitting at a drag show. Yep. I'm surrounded by about a hundred of California's "hottest" men, oiled up bodies, up to date hair styles, and underwear that makes a girl think "Damn, you've got style..." And the best part of it all is that none of them want to fuck me. For those who still don't follow me, they're gay. There are a couple who, with the right amount of drinks, may bend the rules, but I think I'm pretty safe here. I just needed a place to escape to, because I haven't been able to sleep for days. I've got too much on my mind with the meeting with Erik Staggs pending, the potential lawsuit, and everything going on with Tim. I haven't talked to him in two weeks now, and my own personally imposed deadline is quickly approaching before I have to make a big call on where I stand within The Nobodies.
So, in the meantime, why not go and spend some time with an old friend? And no, don't even go there, because Ms. Darling was never a friend of mine, even if this is her type of hangout. No, my friend is just a couple paces more popular than I am, even after releasing an album, and appearing on two of America's most watched television programs. I'm back in his old neighborhood, so I figured it was the perfect chance to see if I could resist old temptations. As I sit, a drink in my hand, I watch as the drag queen hostess on stage bows out in a campy sort of fashion. I looks down at my full drink, the ice nearly completely melted from not having taken one sip in the hour I've been here. I just don't have it in me to drink right now, with everything going on. What the fuck? Was Mikah right when she said I needed to loosen up?
"Party!"
As I hear the voice from just a few feet behind me, I turn around to see one of my oldest friends standing there in a black beret, black leather jacket, and skinny jeans that look like they are choking the life out of him. His mouth is hanging open as he squeals at the sight of me. I break my miserable bitch look with a smile of my own as I jump up from my seat and rush past some bronzed god of a gay man, to my pale buddy. He grabs my hands and we jump up and down, laughing, like we are teenage girls at the mall.
Me: Oh my Goddess, Danny... it's been forever.
Danny: I know! I know! You need to come to Azusa more often, girl! What you been up to?
Before I can say anything, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a flyer for SCW. I purse my lips as he laughs. Before I can call him out on it, he grabs onto my hand and drags me over to the table I was sitting at. He takes one seat, facing toward the stage, while still facing me, and I sit down carefully across from him.
Danny: Some friends of mine were thinking about going to this show? Because what is more punk rock than wrestling? And a referee who is a drag queen that looks like Willem? Big girl representing at the beginning of the show? I was in. Then I was reading the rest of the flyer thingy, and I was like Oh hell no, girl...
He points toward the middle of the card, tapping his neatly manicured nail against the paper. I give him a weak smile as I look down at the drink, hearing the Southern Comfort start to call my name, despite the puky feeling in my stomach. I ignore the call for the moment as I nod my head.
Me: Yep. I'm working for a travelling freak show masquerading itself as wrestling. You found me out.
Danny: No, C. That's awesome. If I had it in me, I would love to, but those girls would snap me in half like a twig, let alone the men...
He raises his eyebrows, with a sexy smile on his face, hinting at the fact that he may not mind the second part so much. He stinks his tongue out at me as he sits back up in his seat, scooting in closer to the table to get a better view of the drag queens on stage, lip syncing to some Lady Gaga bullshit.
Me: I could count on one finger, the guys I would even consider fucking in SCW.
Together Unexpectedly: Sean Jackson...
We both look at one another and laugh before we reach across the table and high five one another. The laughter causes us to get looks, but queen Danny just waves them off, and they respect his wishes without question.
Danny: Girl, that's what we always had in common. The worse the man is for you, the more we want them. I think we need some real fucking help.
Me: Yeah, but those crazy eyes get me every time. He's married or whatever, though, so...
Danny: So? Never stopped either of us before...
Again, another high five. This time, we aren't as loud with it, so it doesn't get us the attention the last one had. I just shake my head, because Danny is so sweet, but so open to being trashy. That was once me, and I'll own up to it without shame, but I kind of want to be better, even just a little bit. It's why I tried to become a Mean Girl a year and a half ago.
Danny: So, unless you're like a big deal in SCW...
Me: Yeah right...
Danny: You're fighting someone. Is she good? Tell me about her.
I pause for a moment, sighing, because if I remembered there was a camera there at this very moment, my answer would have been totally different.
Me: Yeah, she's good. She's actually really good. I don't like her, but she's one of the best. She's had like five championship reigns in SCW, was undefeated for a long time. She was a Mean Girl.
Danny: Oh, I loved them bitches. It was like a 24/7 roast on Twitter, gurrrrl!
Me: Danny? Please don't...
I rub my temples, because obviously he doesn't know I tried out for the Mean Girls, and I'd like it if he never found out. He covers his mouth, but obviously he doesn't know what he's done.
Me: Anyway, Mercedes Vargas is like one of the best in SCW. I beat her once, and I'm like some unheard of bitch who constantly gets ragged on, or totally ignored which is way worse.
Danny: Ignored? Don't they know who your mama is?
I roll my eyes, intentionally looking away from Danny for a moment to emphasize what I'm about to say.
Me: Girl, the only one old enough to know who my mama is, is Mercedes Vargas. Most of our generation doesn't even know what real music is. They think this Gaga techno bullshit is music. They don't remember Sleetwood Hacks, or the Beagles, or Rob Dillon are. Wrestlers aren't about being badass like they were when we were growing up. It's about suits, money, fashion, and titles. Facing someone who came in at the end of the last generation is something I actually respect, because she's of a dying breed. She's on wrestling AARP, but she at least has a respect for what we do, even if she ran around with a bunch of girls who destroyed what we do. Deep down, Mercedes is an old soul, representing the ghost of what this sport was, and what it should be.
Danny: So... are you, like... making fun of Mercedes, or praising her...?
I shrug my shoulders, because I'm not really sure how I feel about her right now.
Me: I don't know, both? Neither? I'm just stating facts. We have a short history with one another, but in that short time, there's a lot going on. We...
Danny: Hey, girl? I have to run for a bit. I'll be back in like ten, kay?
Before I even have a chance to say anything, Danny gets up from his chair and walks off into the crowd. I sigh, until I finally do notice the camera there. I look up at it, and close my eyes, sighing, because I look even more like a trainwreck than I normally do, and I'm quite frankly not in the mood to shoot on Mercedes right now... not to a camera at least.
Me: Well, SCW Universe... I guess the cat is out of the bag. I don't hate Mercedes quite as much as I've advertised in the past. That doesn't mean I'm not looking forward to the idea of knocking her flat on her ass, for the second time in our second in-ring encounter. I hold a minor respect for Mercedes, but only because of what she has accomplished in this sport, and short of a year out of her long, long, LONG career... she's stood for everything good about this sport, if you can even call it that anymore. We might not like each other, with our own opinions of one another, but there is a respect.
I nod my head as I stir my drink around with the skinny red straw, thinking for a moment before continuing.
Me: I think I might have earned a small amount of respect from her with the petition to improve the conditions in which we get ready for the shows, and the conditions we compete in, with certain World Bombshell Champion's *air quotes* problem... Natalie, Crystal, and myself did what no one thought to do, ever. And that was to make a full, one hundred percent stand against these conditions. We gathered everyone, and shy of four names, the entire Bombshell roster has signed our petition. Mercedes is one of the names we gathered, and for that alone, i have to show some respect. As much as I hate to say it, most of the Bombshell roster is a sisterhood right now. We have our problems, but most of them are common problems that we will address in the weeks to come.
I give the camera a look that says I'm nothing but serious, and I give it the freeze frame effect, so that they have time to soak it all in. After a moment of this, I soften up a bit and continue to stir my drink out of a bit of boredom, shooting a less than friendly look to the camera.
Me: Now, enough of the warm and fuzzies. This match will be anything but warm and fuzzy. Despite the fact that I do have respect for Mercedes, and we are standing together for the common good... I don't like, you, Mercedes. Truth be told, I really don't think I ever will. I've got plans for you come this Sunday, and none of them are good. I want to see you fail, again. I want to do something Alexis was never able to do, and I want to do it twice. I want to beat you, Mercedes. I want to tear you apart, and leave just enough of you to stand by my side to make this company a better place for women to wrestle for.
I grin, but again, it's anything but a warm and fuzzy grin. I lick at my teeth, as if savoring the blood of my enemy, which is almost kinda too sick, even for me... I shrug my shoulders as I stare right into the camera with my cold blue eyes.
Me: Before you go jumping the gun, again, none of my plans include my *air quotes* sister, Alexis. Wait, that's a lie. Because I want her to see what it's like to actually beat you. It will be like an instant replay. But, if she wants to stay out of my crosshairs, she will stay far away from the ring. I don't want to beat you because Lexi decided to get squirrelly and hold hold your legs down while I pin you. I don't want her help, because I don't want you to pull a page out of the old Burn Book and cry foul play after I beat you. I want the world to see me take you down, all on my own, or the less likely option of falling flat on my ass, all on my own. This isn't a handicap match, and so I don't want it to be treated like one. You and Alexis have your own problems, but they don't concern me at all. I'd like to keep it that way. You see, I'm barely hanging on by a thread with my alliance to The Nobodies, and that one thread is Tim, most certainly not Alexis.
I contemplate a sip from my drink, as I look around for Danny. I don't see him anywhere, and I'm quickly getting bored with this shoot.
Me: Sunday has nothing to do with Alexis, and everything to do with the obstacle standing in front of you. It would be a real shame to see you take focus off of me, because I'm a threat to be reckoned with in the Bombshell Division. Don't be stupid like every other bitch here. I know you're better than that. It would be a real shame to lose twice to every member of Celystalie, woukdn't it? Wait, that sounds stupid. Nalestal? No, that sounds like a genital wart medication Mikah is on. Crataleste? No... We're working out the whole name thing, but you get my point. I'm the only one who hasn't beat you at least twice. Not yet anyway. But, I'm fair, and I'd be willing to give you a fighting chance. Prove me wrong, because as Jessie found out at December 2 Dismember, I'm a hungry, thirsty bitch, and each loss makes me want to come back, ten times as strong as I was before. So, really, no matter what happens on Sunday, I win. If I win, I prove beating you wasn't a fluke. If I lose, then I've got some serious motivation to come out swinging at whoever gets in my way next. Though, honestly, after our last encounter, the first option seems way more likely. Sorry bout it...
While I'm still no Promo Queen, this seems like the appropriate place to stop, right? A good hook that leaves some foreboding for Mercedes, getting in her head a little bit to doubt herself? Yeah, I was so ready to continue. That is, until the music stops and the hostess comes back out on stage.
Hostess: Gentlemen, and ladies... tonight we got us an extra special guest. Staring on Fox's American Idol season seven, and Logo's RuPaul's Drag Race season six, she is Azusa's own... Adore Delano!!!
Adore: Party!!!
I look up to the stage, and can't help but smile as Adore Delano winks at me, and blows me a quick kiss. Well, Danny was half right. He was back in ten minutes, and his make up shows it. I wink back as I finally give in and take a sip of my now warm drink, making a face as I just push it to the edge of the table. Adore begins to perform her hit "Jump the Gun" as I get up and disappear into the see of half naked gay men to dance.
[*Fade*]