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Room 13B

The Swaying motion as you travel can make the hardiest of souls weak in the intestinal tract, yet, almost like sea hardened veterans, the old and infirm actually take great joy in it, as do the little ones, giggling and swaying in overly dramatic ways. We all need to feel more like a child or an OAP and dispense with the struggles of adulthood and judgement it brings.

Melissa, strode across the upper deck of the Sun Princess, her red bikini hugging tightly to her body, she swayed with the boat and almost fell off the deck when one disgraceful wave hit and she felt her stomach lurch. She bounded down the steps, eyeing up the ridiculously tanned men and women rushing past her. She held her stomach in a self-conscious fashion as she found the pool.

She scanned around her and saw some very delicious men and women; some little nippers racing around and being told off by her parents. She managed to find a table free and a handsome waiter gave her a rum and root beer which was nice. She sipped it, sparked up her vape and looked up to where the structure will be placed. Her thoughts immediately sprang to the previous year and that damned Jessie Salco pulling her off and they fell into the pool and thus ruining her roulettes title shot. Not going to happen this year, she thought as she sipped her drink again. She was always destined for greatness and she NEEDED that title like a junkie for gold.

As she day dreamed about winning the roulettes title on this stupid boat in a few days time, someone stepped up to her table and leaned on it and her drink almost tipped over as she blasted the person with a full exhale of caramel vapor. She grabbed her drink just in time and lowered her sunglasses.

“Mind what you’re doing you stupid wanker!” She felt a grumble from her stomach and the oddly enjoyable cramps from below that signalled the awakening of Daniela.

The person currently, taking an age to sit opposite her, was an old lady in a one piece bathing suit, with a rinsed blue wig and chattering false teeth.

“Mind if I sit, my dear.  Well, Melissa thought, she already taken it, haven’t you? She could be unkind to this lady, but she was old and she would feel bad about it. Then again, she is probably racist but it is always better to be kind in these situations with the general public. You do not want a rumble with a virtually dead person to get to the dirt sheets.

She continued to vape and sip her drink while she appraised the old lady who was waffling on about something or other. “…I get lost see and you look like a lovely young woman, are you a jap? Well, back in my day we always said to be nice to japs as they make lovely food but so many hated them. I felt bad for your lot, you see. Wonderful food. Weird alien eyes but your eyes are lovely. Anyway, it’s so hot isn’t it? My word. They call that global change. We have ruined the world. Yes, love, I know but we need factories and back in the war my mom was in one of those factories making uniforms for our boys.

And on and on it went. From being racist to talk of wars. She just nodded at her while Daniela was piping up about bludgeoning her head on the side of the pool and Melissa wondered if she could get away with it, she probably would do just that to stop her incessant monologue.

It was time to put an end to this, “Thank you for the lovely chat. Now I am going down to level three so I will have to say so long, honeylove.”

“What about your drink? My Lester says never to leave a drink abandoned. There shall be no friend left behind” She grabbed it and slobbered it all over her hairy face the damned infidel! No, she must remain calm. Too many witnesses but Daniela was craving for a soul to reap. It would have to wait. She smiled at the old lady and then was about to bid a hasty retreat when the old lady grabbed her arm as they began to walk and the image in her mind was a big red FML sign. To top it all off she had suddenly started using a god damned southern accent!

“You’re so very tall. Most japs are short. This world! My dear, did you say deck three? That is where my art class is supposed to be starting but I couldn’t find it anywhere. It is 13B but when I went into 13B it was so crazy. People in diapers, playing some sort of cowboys and Indians game, riding each other, and walking around. A person cannot be a horse! Someone seemed to have split some milk and they were all trying to drink it and help clean it up. What a room of nonsense!”

Melissa’s ears perked up as did her chest. If only her wife Yuki was here, they would have so much fun in that room, but it wasn’t cheating if you just watched. She watched porno all the time when her wife was away, and this was just amateur dramatics with a twist. She put that room away in her knowledge vault for later. Daniela was getting excited too and they both felt that familiar rush of warmth spread over her, but she had to put it to one side and find a way to lose this geriatric bitch!

She took off her glasses and put them in her case in her clutch and brought out her spectacles and adorned them as the lady pointed to the door that said 13B. A wave of optimism and yearning came over her, wanting this to be the sex room the lady mentioned. As the door opened a buxom young woman with brown wavy her smiled.
“Margaret! There you are. I thought we lost you. Ooh and you have brought a beautiful young woman with you. Is she your granddaughter? How marvellous.”

Melissa couldn’t keep her eyes off the woman’s bouncing breasts and they started to hypnotise her as Margaret spoke, “Hardly. She is a jap. How could she be my granddaughter!
The lady with the bouncy appendages told Margaret that no racism was allowed on the cruise, told Margaret where to sit and then turned to Melissa who was now in the midst of hypnosis. “My apologies. I am Tiffany. I am the art teacher. You know how these people get. Hard to educate them at their age but it’s a job you know.

Still dazed as the cleavage was coming dangerously close to her and she feared she might get injured before her title match.

Silence.

“Oh I have a fabulous idea, if you don’t mind. Would you mind being still life for the class?”
What the flub did that mean? If it meant time with those breasts…no. Snap out of it! Daniela started to curse and was mentioning many unspeakable violent and depraved acts on Tiffany.

“I am Melissa. I am a part of the wrestling show on Sunday. Dunno what the flub still life is but why not I got an hour to kill.”

Tiffany smiled and hugged her and her chest felt so heavy with the wait of those pillows so she pulled away but the woman took her to a chaise lounge and started to take off her bikini. Melissa’s eyes went wide and for a moment she wondered if she had entered the sex room after all.

Tiffany placed her palm to her face as soon as she had Melissa naked and covering her vital places. “Oh sorry, Melissa. It is a nude one. Your body is so yummy, and I know all of us here are happy to paint your exquisite form. Aren’t we everyone?

The loudest murmurings came from the old men as they ogled her. She despised this damned cruise. One salient point is that they were all filled with lusty eyes at her and not in the way on the upper decks they looked at her body with disdain and obvious body shaming in mind. 

“Good now lay on your side here on the chaise. Oh what has happened to your face, Melissa? Oh no is it some kind of reaction…

The whole room looked hazy and felt oppressive.

Outside the door. Melissa found herself here and heard screams of pain and anguish. She wondered if she had dreamt it all. Security guards ran to her, she was covered in blood. They checked on her and then opened the door to a scene they never thought they would witness on a cruise ship. Melissa looked in and thought to herself, well they were half dead anyway.
 
Blisters on my Fingers

For 24 hours Melissa Aki had been detained, locked in her cabin, under room arrest while the captain investigated what happened in room 13B. She had been cleared of any wrongdoing, but the rest of the guests aboard were shaken up. She didn’t care and spent her time downing beverages, thinking about that sex room, and strumming her acoustic guitar. She was strumming along to Call Me by Shinedown in her frilly pink pyjamas and humming out of tune with it. Her mind was filled with so many thoughts least of all was the fact that Daniela had escaped her body and from the shivers she felt she knew the demoness was jumping from one soul to another. She couldn’t do anything about that.

As her thoughts raced her mind settled on the task at hand. She had many things to do and she needed to win that title and get some things off her chest.

“There is a goal that we all aspire to in this game. We want the golden title. We want the world title or the women’s championship if you are of the better sex. We strive every day, every flubbing day to attain a belt. We are in pain in an almost constant basis but to say we do this for the people is blatantly a fallacy that we all want you to believe in. We do it for ourselves. We are all narcissists of various degrees. We want the attention, the adulation, to grand stand and to laud it over the others who have not attained such glorious stature. We want to be respected is another line I have heard a lot because of Crystal harping on about it all the damned time. I do not give one flub if you respect me, if you adore me, if you want me to succeed. If you give me all of that will it help me win matches? Will it bring titles to me? No. Of course our need for attention is high on our mental list but we get that just from being in a fight, so it is of no consequence.

Some might say that I am superstar, that I am the best signing the company ever made, that my Maki Express is more over than Alicia ripping apart Jessie on twitter. Again, it is nice, and it fuels my control and attention seeking but it does not win matches. I know my form has not been the paramount that I expect out of myself and I will not carry on fighting these numpties if I am not getting the result I should get. I will retire if this is the case and when I have been ready to throw in the towel something inside me has changed, the old fire in me returns and I win. I beat Char and she is one of the hottest up and comers in Sin City. I beat Candy. Who hasn’t really? It enabled me to be the first challenger to Krystal’s title but then again I wonder…I really wonder if this title is good enough to be around my waist…is it deserving of one of the all time best to ever get in that ring? I cannot tell but what I do know is that I am addicted to championships and this would be my first here in this company and that is something that fuels me beyond belief.


She strummed some more and this time it was from the alt-rock band One Less Reason called Life in A Way.

“You see these strings, they vibrate when you touch them, they create beautiful or horrendous music, depending on your knowledge of chords and your ear drums. This is how a match is won or lost. Can you vibe with the vibrations? Can you feel the rhythm of the fight? Can you make elegant music or make cats vomit? This is the true essence of any match but won in an ultimate X setting over a pool makes it even more important. It brings about a question – have either Krystal or Bea ever been in a setting like this before? Do they even know what to expect? I highly doubt it. I have. I battled until that damned Salco…but anyway I know what balance is required. I know every little detail about it because I LIVED it.

There is an even more important part to this roulettes title equation. Everyone has been sleeping on the fact that Krystal does not care about the championship. She does not care about promoting it, about raising the relevance of it like it was a year ago when I fought for it. All she cares about is the adulation she gets as a champion. I CARE. I want to win this title so badly just so I can bring prestige and glamour to it, so I can mould the division into something worth fighting for, so I can improve the women here. As I mentioned a week ago, when I am champion people rise up to face me, they want to beat the ever living shib out of me and so they should. No champion is worth their Himalayan salt unless they have worthy challengers and for once Krystal does in me.
I get it. She beat me and as I have told you ingrates time and time again it does not matter who wins what battle in a war, what matters is who the victor is and whose head ends up on a spike. Krystal Wolfe gets away with a lot in that ring but on the X oh you will have never met a striker like me and when you are up high and I boot you into the pool, Krystal, you will realise that you were just a handover champion, a paper champion, a nobody that never deserved this beautiful title.

Last night I was visited by butterflies, shimmering in the darkness, they formed the roulette title and it is destined to be mine and no two-bit moronic follower of Salco will stop me from attaining it.

She noticed the blisters on her fingers, exploring the little bump and using her the nail on the index finger of her right hand to pop them, that beautiful release when the puss oozes out.

“I seen what you said about our prior match and I have seen what you have had to say about this match. I get it, I really do but you’re failing to grasp is that a promo is a promotional tool to help bring in viewers, get more buys for the show and is not just a foil for your propaganda about your self-entitlement. We all need to big ourselves up, we all need to believe that we can beat the women in front of us, that as a champion you are greater than your foes but also as said champion you are held in higher authority and have shown your baselessness as a so-called champion. I do not follow the same wayward path. I know how great I am, I know what the rest of the world knows but I also know you are not a champion by happenstance and you have various fighting characteristics that make you tough to beat but I beat you I shall. Not because I am on your arrogance train but because I have more inner belief than you had cocks in your mouth.

You see, Krystal, no matter how much bravado you like to pour out into the world, it doesn’t cover up that insecure little girl that screams at you. She tells you to be scared of what you will encounter, she pleads with you to not fight me because she knows, oh she feels the terror within you and I will strip you of everything you hold dear and not because I have to but because I want to take your soul and wrench it from your disgusting body. You have been right, though, you have made it clear that this is not about me and it isn’t. This is about you and Bea. The vegan beef between you too can be seen from a mile away but be careful because everyone that has underestimated me has had to dig their own graves. I am all for threesomes and hell, I have been known to enter them, take what I want and leave so you better keep an eye on me!


 Another blister, she flicked her tongue over it and felt a release of joy as she prodded the blister much like she had prodded and cajoled these two wankers into doing what she wanted.

“Bea oh Bea. Much like the maligned Krystal Wolfe your focus has been purely on Krystal and tell you the truth I hope you knock each other off the X structure as would make my task in dethroning her a lot easier. It is once again me and you, sunshine. Maybe the third time is the charm for you, eh? I have knocked you out TWICE! Yet, here we are again, babe. Maybe those concussions got the better of you or maybe your anger at little Krystal means you will go through hell again but the outcome will be the same. It’s a kin to Samantha Marlowe or Candy, you just have this dream that one day you will be victorious against the Demoness but sadly that’s all it is and we all know dreams are just the subconscious dealing with your paranoia at failure against me. I mean, seriously, ten women have beaten me here and you cannot even do it after two attempts? That must really get on your grill, chica. I have looked at myself many times in the last few months and wondered if I would ever get back to the psychotic winning machine I was. I have contemplated retirement because of my lacklustre record but what about you? How in the blue blazes have you EARNED a title shot? Oh yeah because you think Krystal is a big meanie pants and you must overcome that wicked witch. Gosh, you are a trailblazer alright.

GROW THE FLUB UP! Everyone hates everyone. I hate you and I don’t even know you except to see your eyes roll in the back of your head. I hate Crystal, she hates me. The same for you two morons. That is just how life works. Hell, I hate all of humanity equally so what gives you the nerve to decide you want or warrant a title shot because that ignoramus pissed you off? Well, you know what, I don’t give a flub. Your funeral be it. Three and zero for me against you and you soaking wet in the pool as you look up and the glittering gold is raised by yours truly. You deserve what you will get, and it won’t be pretty. I am the new roulette champion because I am destined for greatness.


She throws her phone down and strums to Papa Roach’s Last Resort as we fade.

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The Brittleness of Confidence

Life has been very dramatic in recent weeks for the one born with the name Melissa Aki despite having no Japanese lineage. Her mother thought it sounded more unique than the traditional Korean names and her father just agreed with everything her mother said.

Back to the thoughts of the last few weeks. Her mind had always been on retirement. She had mulled it over, spoke with her parents, her friends, her wife Yuki but that damned demoness always prevented her from taking that step towards it. She had planned on facing Crystal as her last ever match, in her own crazy stipulation. What better way to bow out than to beat the five time Women’s champion, the most overhyped, overrated moron she had ever known. Yet, Crystal bowed out, feigning injury and now just stayed out of her way. Didn’t mention her. Didn’t interact with her and just did her own thing but at what cost to Maki’s plans?

After such a horrid run of poor performances in the meantime, she managed to actually get a win and thus she was now in a roulette’s title match in a week, stuck on a boat against two morons. Bea was a nobody and not even fit to tie her laces and this was the one Krystal was going on about and not even thinking like Maki was a challenge. It was all about her and Bea. Seriously! Bea, the one that has NEVER beaten Melissa. The one that has been so easily beaten that it makes Candy look like a star.

This pathetic waste of skin and blood could never match up to her high standards and even with the most indifferent form she had ever had, she was still able to vanquish her but no matter how many times she squashed that roach she keeps coming back. Then there is Krystal, a woman Maki should defeat every damn day of the week, but she failed. Like all her past failures in the last year.

So, this would be her retirement. This match will be the last seen of Maki in a ring.
Unless.

Unless.

Unless she actually bleeding went and won the damned trinket!

Ha! Only fools can dream bigger than their talent allows. Her talent had also never been in question until this last year. It felt like 50/50 booking but was more like 70/30. Only 30% wins in all this time. She had made her name, fighting, scratching and clawing her way to the top of her profession. She became a superstar when all she wanted was to compete and challenge the best in the world like Alicia Lukas. She found a new star in this time and Amber was the best in the world there was no doubt but to lose to some of the names she had made her wonder if she had been overperforming. Maybe she was the one that was overrated, the one that was confident despite her limited skillset and she needed a god damned demon to help her.

Confidence has been crippled. Eroded to the point she didn’t even know how she had won the championships she had, how she had become the name she had, how she was the poster girl for fighting for your dreams. She was a shell of that person now. All the injuries, the pain, the myriad of concussions maybe had taken their toll, or she was just not that talented to begin with.

She mused all of this while she was in a soapy bubble bath, awaiting the return home of her wife, as she tried to relax her muscles after a hectic gym session. Then everything began to shimmer as if she was being taken into a dream or she had once again visited the astral plane she liked to reach when meditating.

She looked around the room and it was curving, starting to spin, like some weird ghost ride at a theme park and then an almighty crash as this unreal being stood in the middle of bathroom. The candles around the bath had gone out and this light hit her eyes worse than being in an opticians.

The figure was black, daunting and started to shrink in front of her eyes until he reached the optimal height to talk to her. She hadn’t met this fella before but something demonic about the way he stared at her in amusement, lust and pity.

“I am Serephim.” He boomed as she stared at him. “Daniela is with someone more deserving than you. Persephone sent me as is her want to do. Seems the little demonic recruiter of souls is having a crisis of confidence, yes?

She stared at this figure in his human form and was quite struck by his good looks. “Seraphim you say? Aren’t you a bleeding angel? You aint here about me confidence. What is it you want? Wanna thrash in the water with me, big boy?

“DO NOT TEST ME YOU INSIGNIFICANT LITTLE WORM WITH YOUR DEVIANT WAYS AND SLABS OF FAT ON YOUR CHEST!

She was taken aback, not by his shouting but what her called her breasts. So very rude. “Whoa there pepperoni stick! I have you know men and women lust after my boobage. I mean, like, you can probably see my front bottom from there and you didn’t even mention it! I can show you more fat if you want? I can bend over all seductively for your angelic wand. Who doesn’t want a celestial orgasm? Am I right?”

“I am not an angel. I didn’t agree with some of god’s ways and he punished me for a little bit so I am stuck to doing manual errands for the likes of Persephone. I digress. Sit back down in that unholy water. Now, you are hiding your shame, your failures with human humour or is it whoring, I cannot tell. I am a top tier being and I improve the confidence of you little beings. So let me tell you, that you have been tormented for a very long time by your own need for gratification and your blasted human ego! Let go of it all.

Melissa smiled at the last part and decided to sing at the top of her lungs “Let it go, let it go, Can't hold it back anymore, Let it go, let it go. Turn away and slam the door, I don't care what they're going to say, Let the storm rage on, The cold never bothered me anyway.”

He seemed enraged, “That blasted song! Every time I tell some smartass to let it go the same crap comes out. You’re not unique or clever, little thing. Oh the demons told me you were annoying but not this much. No wonder that vile Daniela leaves when it gets too much for it. I will tell you one thing and then I am gone. You leapt before you could walk. You surrounded yourself with this unbeatable mystique, the great Maki. The eater of souls. The demonic possession. You rode that wave for as long as you could. The wins, the gold you held, the aura of excellence you had changed who you were. You believed in yourself above all else but when that wave turned into still salty water your idiom could not take it, you had to create something to atone for the malaise of your career but when that failed also you failed without seeing the core of who you are and how everyone else sees you. You’re a warrior. You fight wars, you defend the honour of your ancestors and you are always victorious. Remember who you are.

With that he vanished, and all was still again, leaving Maki to her thoughts and his words of encouragement which was weird for a fallen angel. Yet, maybe this is what she needed. To be the warrior she was once again. It did, however, bring up a curious thought that swam around her mind. Why had the evil incarnate Serephone sent him to build up her confidence?

The Psyche of a Champion

Cardio had never been the friend of Melissa Aki. She hated it but knew she had to do what she needed to in order to be who she was and who she will always be. Leg day was her favourite so she could work on those muscles to give her the optimum in her striking ability and tomorrow she would be in her element kickboxing; for now she was tired but duty calls and she needed to post something to HQ about her roulette’s title match next week. The life of a wrestler. Maybe not so far from never having to cut another promo again. She didn’t see the point in it with this match. It had been why she had been so quiet recently, not appearing on the televisual sets or electronic mobile devices. These two were not even close to her level. By being in the match itself she brought the glitz and the glamour, the eyes to the event and her match itself would be watched because Maki was in it. We all knew that and if only they knew this could be her last match ever in Sin City, they would be buying the pay per view by the truck load. Yet, for all the might of her opponents or at least what they thought they brought to the dance, they did not have the championship psyche or killer instinct where it mattered most.

Suddenly Melissa sprang into view, in a lacy purple kimono, just about covering herself up. She had no makeup on, but her hair was set up in bunches. She was ready to start the journey to self-isolation.

“Yes, here I am kiddies for your viewing pleasure. The beautiful sociopath back once more to regale you all with the horrors and psychology you need to win a title match. This week’s episode is all about the championship psyche. What is that, pray tell? You see someone like Amber. She has it. Someone like Alicia Lukas. She had it. Someone like Crystal? She didn’t have it. Krystal Wolfe? She definitely doesn’t have it. Bea right back? Never heard of it. I had it.

There is a certain mentality needed to become a champion, a mentality needed to fight for it and win it and then excel in being champion. It is more than the killer instinct you see me possess. It is what some call the big match experience. I am aware that the Roulette’s title is a lesser title to Amber’s but this is down to the poor failures of past champions and our current one.  Okay a little sceptical are we? Let’s break it down for you. Crystal as champion. Failed to ignite the women’s division that she was the leader of as champion. Failed to put it at the same level as the men’s. Failed to beat all comers to prove herself as a dominant champion. Amber. Did all those things that Crystal couldn’t. As did Alicia. As did Evie.

 That is how a championship is made and becomes relevant.

Now let’s take a look at Krystal. She beat me. The one true challenger. Yeah, some shady shenanigans happened, and I lost. She won. Big flubbing bravo to her.   You see title matches are interesting fellows. To be a true champion you do not win the title on any old climax control. Like, anyone could do that and I went a bit half arsed about it because, like, the title isn’t properly pushed and the women’s title is what I always wanted. Then a thought came to me, like when you hit that paper too hard, what if it wasn’t the title that was downtrodden but the champion. You all sit out there like ‘look at me, I am the best in the world, I am roulette champion’ but that is not the case. A title is only as good as it’s holder, the leader of it’s division and this title could do with a proper champion, who is the face of all the divisions and one of the faces of the company.


A thin smile spread on her face, feeling contentment in what was to come. She loves the adulation and hates it at the same time of these promotional videos.

“So you see, when you are a champion you need a champion’s psyche, a champion’s mentality. Whenever I have been champion I have built or rebuilt that division, I have faced everyone and beaten them until one rose, due to my leadership to take it from me and then I moved on knowing I had created a vastly superior product to when I started out. Can you say the same Krystal? You have had one real challenge and you overcame that but now there is one more part of the psyche you have failed again at attaining. You see, love, flub me sideways I am here in all my natural glory and still you seem to be looking past me because you have some beef with that loser Bea? This is champions psyche rule number one. How do you not get this? This is not about you and Bea. I mean seriously no one gives a motherjamming flub about you two. The most lacklustre feud I have ever known and then thrown into the mix makes me incredulous with anger.  Yet, I sense a real opportunity here. While you two are duking it out on the top of that structure as the boat swings from side to side I will be the one pushing you both off into the pool and will bring back some order, decency and most of all eyes to the title. You think of me as an afterthought? Both of you? Well YOU are the afterthought and even though a big part of me wouldn’t mind be pushed off to enter retirement, there is also a big part of me that walked into this company to do one thing and that is win a title and by gawd almighty I aim to do just that and then you both can witness what a real championship psyche is all about!

She bent over the laptop and blew a kiss as she shut it to end the scene

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Climax Control Archives / Little Miss Muffet
« on: June 25, 2021, 04:30:46 PM »

We open up in a dark room, we cannot see anything for a few minutes until two bright yellow spheres come into focus. The being is darkened too until the unmistakable voice of Melissa Aki is heard.
” Little miss Muffet she sat on her tuffet, eating her curds eating and whey
Along came a spider who sat down beside her.And frightened miss Muffet away. No one backed little ol’ vessel to get the win and in so doing claim herself a shot at some big grandiose spectacle on one of your water houses but hello, she also gets a shot sooner. This has emboldened me to take charge of this incredulous entity and stare full bore at the Krystal thing. I am always open for my souls to reap and more bodies to eviscerate and the vessel gets something to love like an enfant terrible. I was so close, Krystal, so close to leaving the vessel for good and finding other vessels, maybe like you, as Melissa is very close to retiring from this coil but alas I saw your fears, I saw the way you tremble in the darkness of the morrow, as soon as my puppet won her match. You fear who is inside her, you fear the creature from the bowels of destruction, you fear when you too exit this feeble planet that I will bring you down to serve your penance for your debauched life and you would be Satan damned right about that! I am coming for you Krystal but first I have to get inside that miniscule brain of yours, then I have to rip your body apart, break those bones, hear the snaps as they yield to their rightful master. Only then, Wolfie, can I truly take your soul and it is going to be so delicious when I throw your pathetic body away like the human rubbish you undoubtedly are.”


A little water was heard drip, drip, dripping as the screams of terror came from Maki’s lips. Suddenly a light came on, holding on to the cord of the swinging lightbulb, was Daniela in the form of her vessel. We spun around and saw a naked Melissa, her hair almost strategically covering both breasts and from the waist up. They stared at each other for some time before Melissa decided on ignoring the weirdly smiling Demoness.
“Last time I was granted a match for a shot at the title on that boat that ingrate Salco robbed me off last year. It has made me wonder about the last year or so in this company. I joined because I knew this was where the greatest challenges of my life would be. I didn’t expect Amber to be so amazing in the ring and she has demonstrated it ever since she defeated me. I lost to Alicia Lukas. This I can also take as she is the premier wrestler in the world today and we are at two wins a piece. Then came the slump, the mini revival, the slump again, the surgeries, the renaissance, the slump and now I have won and booked myself not one but two shots at the Roulette championship and you know I will not need two chances. It is finally time I won gold here, after all, despite the rollercoaster of a year, I am still, and always will be, the best signing this company ever made. You might mock me for this and maybe you have a point but I do not care about wins and losses. They are part of the game we play and I am not bothered about Krystal flubbing Wolfe.  This is a retard of the highest order, she is El Moronico. Look at this chick, I mean, just look at her. Does she stack up to the most over woman in the world of wrestling? Does she have the fiercest kick in the world and has she ever been called a superstar or the best there is in the entire business? No and neither have I but I digress…wait I WAS called both of those things. Yay for me and sucks to be you Krystal. Are you ready to lay your body down and die for that championship? . A warrior has to always be ready for the next battle, and fight it with everything they have, knowing it could be their last."
Daniela was now swinging from the light bulb. It was weird sometimes what these demons would do for attention much like Krystal. Both cut from the same narcissistic cloth. Both having something missing from their lives that attention good or bad is all that matters to them much like almost any woman child on the internet these days.
“Tell me Krystal, are you loyal to your friends? Do you care what is happening to them in  their lives? I know just who you stick to like shit on a stick. Getting the rub from them to elevate yourself but truly you really should have chosen better. It will crumble, all of your friendships, all of your loved ones ready to stab you in the back at a moment’s notice because you hold what they want – that Roulette title. How do I know this? Because I been there done that and bought the Spurs shirt. I will not regale you with my many titles and victories because they are in the past and I always live in the moment but be sure you know who to trust especially after I rip that belt from your dead cold hands, then you will see the cockroaches scramble for the next best thing and I aint saying that is me, flub no. I eat cockroaches for breakfast! Vegan ones obvs.

Do you even comprehend what we are? The symbiosis of demon and human, living in one structure ready to take slice through whoever comes our way. I am sure you are criticizing me and hell I could care less. I have been through hell and back, had many depressive episodes and almost killed my better half when I was manic so little ol’ you are nothing in comparison and you will see why I am so obnoxiously superior to you in every conceivable way. I look forward to eliminating you and freeing that title from your tyranny. I have seen you decorated and adored for doing what exactly? Winning one title? Is this to be your claim to fame once I have claimed it as my own?  You are nothing but a never-was who time after time gets opportunities you do not deserve despite failure after failure after failure. You do have some wits about you and you do have your moments where deep down there is a good wrestler there with a foundation but like so many other before you, when your gun is trained at the enemy you falter, you pause and that is when I strike, knocking that gun out of your hands and darkness becomes your friend.

This might be short and sweet but I do not need a myriad of words to convey what I need and want to say. I am the one who will end your reign you were unfit for and win my very first championship in Sin City. I know, you may think, it’s the famous Maki ego talking but I can back it up and the worst time to ever face me is when I am focused and this title means everything to me. I asked before if you were willing to die for it? I AM! If my life ended with my hand on that trinket, knowing I had won it from an ingrate like you who defames it every damn week, I could slip down to hell knowing I had done what I meant to do and free that beautiful title. My life is wrestling and it is ebbing away, I know that but I will not allow this disgraceful behaviour any longer.

Melissa watched as Daniela somehow disappeared on the spot and her mind wandered to other beings on her hit list.
“Bea Barnhart. Every time I face you I defeat you and yet Krystal thinks she can beat me? Crazy. Yet, I feel you may try interfering in this match and I will not abide this. You come anywhere near the ring and it is lights out for you too. I am not warning you. This is a fact! Now someone else that might want to do something to rob me off my glory is another Crystal. She who ran scared and backed out of an epic encounter with me. You come near me tonight and I will rip that fake face off your skull. You want to stay quiet and not say anything to me then fine. We can go our separate ways but one day before I retire I will gladly take the collagen out of your fucking lips! That’s all. Be gone.
The lightbulb carried on swinging and then went out to complete darkness.











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Climax Control Archives / The Masks We Wear
« on: June 04, 2021, 03:14:05 PM »
An ankle by any other name

We open up in the doctor’s office, sitting opposite Doctor Sanderson was Melissa Aki. Since she broke her ankle and ruptured all the ligaments and tendons, as a precaution she was asked by management to get it checked on a bi-weekly basis. So here she was with this beefcake of a man, all muscles and no substance but with the most sensitive hands she had ever known.

“Let me know if this hurts, okay Maks?” He said.

Her response was an orgasmic squeal. “All good boss man. Weee... your hands.”

He noticed that she was wearing a white sports top but he couldn’t figure out where it was from.

“So, that shirt, is it a sports team?”

“Mmm yes it is. The mighty Tottenham Hotspurs.”

He continued rotating her ankle and just smiled thinly. “Is that some european basketball team? I love that name. It’s so badass!”

She rolled her eyes first in annoyance and then in ecstasy. “Football team or as you morons call it...Soccer. I suggest you watch them, there is a great clip of us beating fellow Londoners Millwall on youtube. Go watch it later.

“Hmmph. Not my thang you know. But yes to the jersey. I don’t see much more wear and tear since your last visit. Didn’t you have a match?

Her enigmatic face turned into her infamous scowl, “Pardon my french but that basic bitch faked out. The match is delayed and all because she is running scared. I get it, I do Doc, she has never faced anyone as terrifying as little ol’ me. To bail just before I decimate her in my own match galls me to no end. She will get hers eventually and I will break those fake cheekbones if it's the last thing I do!

He looked like he was sorry he asked but the ankle was responding well. “Now I hope you have not been overdoing it on the ankle. Remember, no severe pressure on it at all. Your career could depend on it.”

She laughed loudly, “Dude, I am a wrestler so yeah I have to put weight on it but I try not to do too much. My career? You mean the laughing stock I have made out of a stellar career I once had? I am winding down the career as it is and Crystal may well be my last ever victim. So no worries on that score.

“That would be a shame at such a young age but you know what’s best for your career. Alright, all looks good. You can put your sneakers back on now. We will be seeing you in two weeks. Go ask Larachelle to book your next appointment. Have a fun weekend and do not put too much pressure on your ankle. Have a nice day, Maks!”

She got up and left, in a far worse mood than when she entered. Such is life.

The Masks We wear

Sitting on her veranda, Melissa day dreamed of London. Hearing that they had early sunshine and heat there made her miss it all the more. Life was different there than the plastic fantastic life in California. Her only link to that was Hannah, her sister, who hated her more than she hated herself. Her life here had meaning, she had a lovely home, a beautiful and psychotic wife, a demoness defiling her from within but what was it all for if she wasn’t happy. Her career had stagnated and she could barely get herself pumped up to wrestle anymore but now she had a chance to resurrect her career.

“No matter who I face I give it my all. Once upon a time I was locked up in an asylum and had violent therapy and still it did not improve me, except I won a title there by beating my now wife. Yet, somehow, I am locked away again in my own asylum of my mind. Stuck reliving those recent failures but it has made me wonder, maybe we all are trapped by our own insecurities. Yes, even that squashed up wine gum, Candy. I have beaten this hack before and I will beat her again but I could beat her without being pinned but then that harlot Kwan could rob me off my chance but this portion is not about that prima donna who thinks she has more talent than she actually does. This is about Candy. In all triple threat threesomes, there is one that is just along for the ride, one that is only there to make up the number and to eventually submit to the carnal desires of the others, use her and then dump her out the window like the trash she is. Candy, you really think this match will be fun because you love wrestling? Of course you do, you ingrate, otherwise why would you even be signed to a contract here or even call yourself a wrestler, even if you are half arse it all the time.I am tired of the merry-go-round of facing you and defeating you. Listen, for your own good, do a Crystal and bail before your life is taken into the hands of the demoness and all you will be is a pool of melted cadburys.  You wont believe it is fun for long after myself and this miscreant rip your kindness out of your empty shell. You vacuous, moronic slapper. Yet, I do believe you are wearing this mask for a reason. You want the world to see you as this airhead so you get attention I would wager. Yet, there must be a seething resentment when you see people leapfrog you up the echelons of SCW. This is what I want to bring out. I want to take your soul and rip it in two and see what happens to the fun loving Candy then!”

She paused as she tried to muster the image of the Japanese sensation, Char Kwan.


“Char, you were unlucky in that Queen match. You did better than I expected of you. Of course, Alicia Lukas is one tough bitch but still one I HAVE beaten before, so please don’t be too hard on yourself, yes you failed big time but in the end rack it up to being part of the learning tree, yeah?

Kwany, I know behind that beautiful mask you wear, there is a woman that struggles. I have known about it for a long time. You struggle with the way you are perceived as why else would you feel the need to harp on about how vicious you are or will be,   unless you fear the ridicule of the people that do not matter to you. Why? I ask myself why. This girl can be as ruthless as they come so why does she care? Kwany…let me change tact. Heh. I chose you, you are the chosen one for a reason. You see, you are proving yourself to be a worthy  adversary But. Memory falters in this den of sin.”[/color]


She smiled as her thoughts raced to the roles of masks in humanity. “I chose you, Kwany, because you are a failure. Yes, I chose to face you in this match. It was my decision. I chose you because not even you believe you can win one of those damned shiny trinkets. I chose you because mentally you are shot. I could easily crawl inside your head, make it my home and in the next two weeks slowly and methodically tear apart your pathetic psyche. But what would be the point of that when you have done it to yourself. On the other hand…” She turned her head from left to right as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “I shall enjoy breaking your face. Stupid clown face. I heard from one of the stupid interns I struck up a friendship with that you are highly thought of here, that the big momma slammers see you as a future Roulette champion. You will be without a face, you will fail as always, and you are just a cuckold mother jammer that does not deserve to share sweat or even touch my future championship. How dare you think you can take the championship? There is only one person who CAN take it and that’s me. You do get under people’s skin and to quote the Beastie Boys, ‘I am going to stir fry you in my wok!”

She laughed manically,  “Go fuck yourself, nutjob. HAHAHHAHA Maki is in the house! Whatcha gonna do when Maki runs wild on you?!”

She suddenly and inexplicably holds her hand out and starts to skip in a circular motion, as she sings “Ring-a-ring-a-roses,A pocket full of posies, a tissue, a tissue, We all fall down.
The king has sent his daughter to fetch a pail of water. A tissue, a tissue. We all fall down”
She drops to the floor of the veranda “Again. Again.” She says to herself.

“Death is coming for you, Kwany. Every time you look at me as I slowly beat you to your own death, the death of your ego, with these very boots, you will see the maker, the one who bestowed on you this despicable life that you want to escape from day after day. Even when I allow you to hurt me it is with the goal of breaking you, taking you to the point of evisceration. I am the same as that song, from the mouths of babes. You see, it is a song about the epidemic of death in the 1600’s but this is the first time you have come face to face with the black death, Kwany. I am going to annihilate you, embarrass you, rip that smug fucked up face and even worse, I am going to make an example out of you.”

A look of concern and intrigue crossed her face like a ghost, wandering through different dimensions and time looking for a new home to haunt.

“I will not lose in my shot at the roulette title again. I will not taint what I have achieved. So you can all line up and thank me especially you Kwany. You see, in the public’s eyes you are just a joke.. A person of ridicule, the nearly woman of Sin City, the loveable loser. That’s all you have ever been here. I am not like these other monosyllabic primadonna’s, I will not sugar coat anything, I will not give you the false sense of belief the dickheads give you just to laugh behind your back. I will not make you feel accepted because I might share food with you in catering, I couldn’t care less about you. You’re just the first step as I hold that damn title here so just lay down and let this juggernaut run over you because resistance is futile.“

She smiled, disconcertingly, this was more like Melissa Aki who had made her name in the world of wrestling. Had her thoughts of retirement spurred her on to new heights? Only time would tell.

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Climax Control Archives / Why
« on: April 16, 2021, 10:37:00 AM »
Two Weeks Ago

A forlorn Melissa Aki, in shorts and a long Shinedown T-shirt sits on the roof of the pool house at her house in California. She sees the ripples of the water, sees her wife lounging on a lounger which was named that for this precise use. Looking down at her wife, unaware of the Assassin Maki on the roof but she was not contemplating assassinating her but in actuality what it would feel like to dive off this building, the short term pain as her head connected to concrete and stone, the last millisecond of life in her as neck snapped like a twig on a branch. Would it be glorious? Would it end her own suffering? Would it rid of a demon that doesn’t even want to help her win matches? She failed. Again. She knew she had one hell of a war with Alicia and every time they faced, she respected her even more and it could of gone either way at the end but it was another defeat. Yes, she had her best performance in months, a new vital, aggressive part of her soul came out to play and she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the bloodshed and the pain but what if she had just dreamt up those past glories?

Could it be true that she was remembering events from someone else’s life and she just dressed them up as hers? She wasn’t the woman she had been two years ago. She wasn’t the best signing SCW ever made like she knew she was when she signed on with this company. She was signed on reputation and what she had achieved but it was all a debased lie. She was nothing without Daniela’s help and that retched demon only helps when it enables her to get a reward. She should have known not to trust a demon. Hardly trustworthy individuals were they. She was a shell of a human. She was nothing. A nobody. A loser. Hell, Kate Warren was more of a winner and she was the biggest loser she had ever met. She was a contender once and now she was a bum on the street, sitting in the proverbial gutter, or in this case the roof, wondering where her career had gone. Being usurped by momentous ignoramuses like Myra.

She wondered to herself if suicide was ever the answer. Why had she suddenly thought about ending it all right her because she was on a losing streak? As her mind raced, she saw something in her mind’s eye, it was small but was getting bigger, she could see it was a newspaper clipping, showing The Argus newspaper from her hometown in England. It read: Local Brightonian, Melissa Aki, 27 years old, who had spent the last eight years of her life wrestling in the U.S, gaining prominence throughout the sports entertainment industry, sadly took her life last night. She had a losing streak and could not dare to fail herself, her family or the industry she loved. She is survived by Yukiko, her wife, her Mother and Father, sister Hannah and brother Sam. She always had mental health issues and for as long as anyone can remember she claimed to be possessed by a Demon. RIP Maki. We were all blessed you were a part of our lives.

Then it disappeared. She almost slipped off the roof as her head span around this weird newspaper article. She regained her composure as she sat there on the roof, looking down at her wife, the stone patio, the swimming pool, she remembered watching a rerun of World of Sport: Wrestling. Her dad avidly watching Dynamite Kid and Davey Boy, Giant Haystacks and Big Daddy. Those were the fondest memories of her life with her dad, she grew up with wrestling. Living, breathing, eating it. She had gone after her dreams, even though her Dad warned her, she still left and toiled, scraped and clawed her way to the top of the summit only to come crashing down again but then a memory invaded her contemplation:

Her Dad, Michael was sitting on a bench in the local gym as Melissa was kickboxing and growing frustrated at her kicks failing to hit the mark. She started to punch, kick, head butt the kick bag. Michael grabbed her and sat her down next to him. She was still stamping her feet in annoyance at her own failure. Michael looked straight ahead at the kickbag, another student was mistiming his strikes as well as father and daughter sat in silence. Then Michael sighed and Melissa still hung her head, kicking the floor still but with less gusto, “You may think you know who your enemy is. Someone who has slighted you, called you names, bullied you, stole your boyfriend, annoyed you because maybe they are of significantly inferior intelligence, maybe they don’t believe you about these ghosts and ghouls that you say surround you. It doesn’t matter why. You will feel like they are your greatest foe and an obsession will take over you, bind you to that person, to take that person and kill them, kill their hopes of hurting and torturing you but, Melly, that person or even persons mean nothing to you in the long run and they will never be your greatest nemesis.”

She groaned and let her hair cover her face, annoyed at herself and now getting vexed with her father. Why couldn’t they just go home? The memory was so vivid in this moment. She could feel her own anxiety and with age she could feel her dad’s love and despair for any pain she was going through.
He patted her knee, lifted her head and kissed his daughter on the forehead. [color=yellow} “I know your mother dotes on Han but you are the world to me, Melly. You need to realise that the demon inside you is not a real, flesh gorging, fallen angel. It is your own need to control, your own narcissism, your fear of failure that haunts you. I want you, darlin’, to be free of that. To be happy and healthy and your own person but honey…love…you will only ever be free if you do not fear failure but embrace it and use it to learn and to evolve. To become better than you once were. That is what failure is all about. I fail every day. I failed in keeping you safe when that gang of girls attacked you but..no…no…Melly it’s true but it brought us here to teach you to survive when I am gone. We took on board what happened and decided to never let it happen again. You will win a lot and lose a lot in life. That is just the game we all play. I have one more thing to tell you.

I do not want you to ever settle for the small fry. I want you to go for gold, honey. Reach for that star, pull it down and hold it close. One day you will need to decide whether you own the swimming pool or dive into the Ocean. The pool is nice, you feel relaxed, you own it, you are the one that is the champion of your surroundings, yet, the Sea, it holds life in its hands. You can easily drown, be killed by a myriad of creatures, stones, sand enveloping you but would you rather be free in the ocean fighting against the world’s best and biggest predators or in the safe confines of your own swimming pool? Think about. Okay let’s go. I will buy you a bag of chips on the way home from the chippy. Hopefully that will cheer you up.” [/color]

She shook her head free of the memory, sat and thought about calling her Dad, she missed him so much, and with the pandemic she couldn’t even go and visit him. As always, he had been right. He knew that she had a fear of failure and it would overcome her at some point in her life and his words, subconsciously made her choose to sign with SCW because it was a sea of sharks but it was better to fight amongst the sharks than be the champion of a bunch of pond life. It was not worth killing herself over, but her career was worth fighting for.
 
A trip to the Gobi Desert.
 
Transcendental meditation is so odd, Melissa thought, as she found herself in the lotus position, chanting Nam Myoho Renge Kyo whilst twirling her Buddhist beads around her fingers; her bare legs were being scalded by the hot sand of the Gobi Desert. How the blazes had she travelled to the Gobi Desert in southern Mongolia? She had travelled to distant places, the greater universe, different astral planes during her deep meditations but this was real human life. She could feel the sand between her toes, heating her up. She could see in the distance a Ger, round and the material flapping in the slight breeze, Yaks and camels were slowly being walked by a man and a boy in the traditional deel clothing. How was this real? Had she somehow traversed the space and time continuum?

She got up and tip toed around the hot sand, looking towards the Ger, a figure started to rise from the sand in front of her, twisting and twirling into a shape of a sandman. Melissa had seen various oddities in her life, from demonic entities, ghosts, aliens and now some weird sand figure didn’t bother her in the slightest. She made sure her hair was tightly drawn in a ponytail, grabbed some afghan scarf that was nearby for some reason and used it to cover her mouth from the sand flying off this creature.

She stood still and watched the features on its face become clearer. “So, like, you’re some imaginary creature my subconscious brought forth to scare me?” She wasn’t sure what this whole situation was about.

The creature just stared at her then it spoke in such deep baritone she thought her eardrums were exploding, “Yes, I could well be from your subconscious mind, but I am here for an important reason, Melissa Aki. You see, you have been demotivated, telephoning it in as you people like to call it, not even a slump could cover what you have been through. A rut you could call it. Why? Why had one of the best in the world, one of the toughest warriors lost her way? Only you can answer this.”

She looked as the sand swirled around the figure in front of her, she felt the sting of its words – her words. She had slumped to a ridiculous low in recent weeks. Failing so hard she didn’t think she would get up again and then she fought Alicia Lukas and gave her all. Suddenly, when she came around after the war they had, she knew she had not given her all in previous battles. She had always needed someone to bounce off, some nemesis to take out at all costs, some evil entity to fight. She realised she had just gone from match to match without any feeling either way for her opponents except Lukas, due to their friendship and long-standing rivalry. She needed someone to take out.

Someone to abuse and bleed and for their pain to mean something. She had a huge hit list of people she despised in Sin City. She would need to choose one and take her off the face of the earth.
She smiled under her Afgan as the swirling sand hit her spectacles which was annoying. “Yes, mysterious sand person, you are right. I let myself down so much, since Salco, since the ankle injury, I haven’t been me, I haven’t been the psychotic, psychological assassin I have always been. It is time for me to show why I am the greatest signing in Sin City history!”

She woke up on her couch, laying flat down, with a Lion-O blanket over her. She sat up and looked around, had this been the past? Who was that person in her meditation, when was it? How come she had been somewhere else completely and then deposited on to her sofa at home? The words had come from the past. Yet, here she was just a few days removed from her heinous attack on Crystal (She would never call her Christina), she thought she would feel something. Something akin to excitement, yet, it was Hilton after all, who could give a damn about beating her senseless? All she had done was do what the entire roster wanted to do – Decimate the former champion who now wants to prove to the world that she is the good girl in all of this? Oh she is a real card that one.

Yet, the vision, it told her what she knew was inside her, what she had done to Crystal, the formation of a plan was coming to her. She knew she had to make Crystal pay, she had to create a nemesis in her, she had to hurt her so badly that the little disgraceful, blue haired simpleton, would need to extract her revenge and she welcomed it. Oh, how wonderful that would be because it had become glaringly obvious this is what she thrived on, the battle, the feud, the chase.

She felt the stirring of Daniela, but she could hold her back for now; she could even blame the whole thing on her but nah it wasn’t vicious enough. Daniela will be used in this affair before the dust settles but for now let her growl. She had Bobbie Dahl to eviscerate.

Why?

” There are a lot of things that happen in life, they can be bad or good, conforming to societal rules or abandoning them. You can sit in the rut of your life, whether of your making or not, accept your fate or you can stare it right in the face and fight back. Like, the old lady in the corner shop, buying her newspaper or a Wispa bar, surrounded by ignorant chavs, they want to make fun of her just for wanting a chocolate bar as she reads the newspaper, does she let them mock her, tease her or even push her over? They have no respect for her past or who she was, but she is a little old lady who can be bullied and abuses. So, she does what any self-respecting former assassin would do and beats the living hell out of them with her walking stick. The cashier looks at her as she puts the coin down for her items and mouths the word ‘why,’ yet she smiles and slowly makes her way out of the shop, stepping over the hoodlums. The moral to this story is never accept the fate that you have been given and never trust someone because of the way they look or act. The second part of the moral is that there isn’t always a need to know why things happen the way they do.”

The words of Melissa Aki aka Maki, whilst dangling over the edge of a roof of a hospital (or local medical facility) as ambulances come and go. She smiles to herself. She has no makeup on and her hair is tied into bunches. We only see her face. “Is it part of the human condition to always need to know why things happen? Hell, I want to know the killer is caught when watching Unsolved Mysteries, but the clue is in the name and I never find out and it bums me the flub out. Ever since I put Crystal in this very same facility, people have been questioning me, my DM’s went mad, my WhatsApp was insane with messages and they asked the correct question. Why? Yet, Crystal is now tweeting again, and she states I concussed her. I had hoped it would be more serious than that which is sadly not the case. Yet, she and her stupid little buffoon off a daughter spouting off at me but the reason no-one asked why was because I made them happy. I did what everyone wanted. Yes, Amber defeated her, but I hospitalised that stupid bitch. I have received presents, messages congratulating me, and you are all welcome. I didn’t do it for you but why did I do it, though? You had better ask Crystal. She knows which is why she hasn’t even bothered to ask the correct question.

Her face starts to go deeply pale; her eyes turn black as she stares deeply at us for what feels like an eternity but then she smiles, and her eyes turn back to normal.

“Look, in time you will know why but for now just think of the wonderful journey you will take to get to that point where the truth shall be set free but for now let’s make the most of Crystal crying her eyes out about her concussion. Now it is time to focus on Bobbie Dahl. So, Roberta, you are next in line to take a massive beating but your time in the ring was before my tenure here so it is rather akin to a blind date. You turn up, not knowing what to expect, see someone who doesn’t look like their description, you may just decide to go for it and have a bit of a fondle and maybe a grope, then leave them dazed and confused as you walk out of their life forever, moving onwards and upwards.

This is not just any old match, oh no siree bob, this is not a normal minge bashing minger in front of me, this is the friend or whatever of that Tempest slag. I am not scared of her, of you, of anyone. I never have been but I have been playing this little wallflower, with no direction, just flowing in the wind, listless and devoid of any vicious thoughts. A god damned pussy is what I was. Alicia woke me up big time. Now I got this chubby runt to face whose biggest claim to fame is she was a wrestler and a friend of someone that is super scared of soap. Bobbie, I feel for you, honeylove, oh I really do. If this match had been signed a couple of weeks ago, I am pretty sure you would have won. The timing is off for you on this one. You got full bore Maki and I do not let trifling, impotent, has-beens come close to my level. Do you think you can grandstand and piggyback of the mega star that is Maki? The greatest signing this company ever made. Oh, I know what you will bring to the table judging from what I have been told but I could check the network and look back through your matches but frankly I do not give a rats arse what you done before Roberta because you will feel my wrath for all those months of pathetic pondering, all of those months of being someone I wasn’t and tonight you will face your fears. You fear me I know it. I seen you on the socially unacceptable media. You are all about scraping with the underlings but when its time to face the woman that holds your ambition in her hands you will freeze.”


Blood started to fall out of her eyes, so she wiped it and stared back at us with a sly grin on her face.

“Roberta, I am certain you shall play the game, diss me to the heavens, state how you will eradicate me from the planet, detail how you will win against the British Sensation...blah blah blah. Talk it up sunshine. You see I might be spouting off against you but hell that’s all part of it, right? We are here to promote the match. I get it. You might even talk trash about me and my recent win/loss record, you may use that as a stick to beat me with but you know I love to be beaten up and then come back ten times harder than I was before. You see, baby girl, you’re not just facing a nutter, someone who believes she has a demon lurking inside her, you are facing the new and improved Melissa Aki and I will slowly eradicate you piece by piece. I shall play with you, toy with you like a cat with a mouse, then emotionally, spiritually and psychologically I will rip your psyche until you are a groveling mess, then I will force my hand inside your chest, rip your beating heart out of it and chew that fucker until I gorge myself on your hot, insipid, blood. Every match I come prepared for war and when it is said and done you will be a shell of the person you were before. This is not just a match for me, this is a warning shot across the bow to every god damn woman in this forsaken place. I am coming for you…I am coming to rip your soul from your weak and disgusting bodies. Know this: Failure is NEVER an option!”

She pushes the camera back and cracks against the wall, we spin around until we see the floors on a sideways glance, and there walking super-fast, like a crab, sprinting to the camera is Maki as we go to white noise.

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Supercard Archives / Re: ALICIA LUKAS v MAKI
« on: March 26, 2021, 05:03:27 PM »
Melissa Aki had been training hard in the last week, a lot had changed, she had welcomed Daniela back and now her confidence was coming back with her. She had missed that demonic entity, yet something curious had happened. She could feel things again with lightning fast efficiency, she had never been clearer in her goals. One drawback had been that she had to hire more and more sparring partners as when Daniela was driving the vessel she would go over the top and try to kill them and it was insanely hard to wrestle back control again. She had her focus back and now she needed to face the toughest woman she had ever battled against. Her frenemy, her idol, her mentor, her blockade. She tied her hair back into a long ponytail that sat down on her chest and heart as she stared for an insanely long time in the mirror before her. Completely naked, the societal rules stripped away and she was just of flesh and bone, sinew upon sinew of disgusting carnal desire.


Daniela roared inside of her but she tried to put her out of her mind for the time being. She was fascinated as she looked at her pixelated (for the viewers) body. She touched herself and felt nothing but the disapproval of the demoness. She was not doing this as some sort of sexual fascination but one of amusement and wonder at the human form that drives people out of their minds, to kill, to rape, to lose their shit just for some pussy or dick. I

t always made her feel uncomfortable. She hated her body, always had issues with it and being a wrestler made this even more difficult. You are always needed for profiles, for headshots, photo shoots et al. Yes, she was as narcissistic as the next wrestler maybe not as much as Myra but she still hated to see herself. The pounds of fat and flab, the boobs that went from massive to tiny and back again. She had no arse and then out of nowhere she would have one that rivaled Alicia’s.

Weight issues didn’t make sense. Two hundred years ago you would be super sexy if you carried some weight. Even that didn’t bother her if it made people fancy her when she was thin or when she was fat but the fat is what attracts is it not? It kind of disgusted her but she needed to see herself stripped bare of all of the illusions of the world. She needed to be free from those shackles if she was ever going to get the better of one of the best fighters the world had ever seen.

She smiled as she pinched her hips and looked dead into the mirror, “Alicia Lukas. Your name reminds me of times past, of talks with Mark as she signed me, giving me a run down of the roster and there was the name that sparked my interest, that fed that electrifying feeling that glittered and bestowed upon me such lucious joy. I signed with this company for the sole reason of slaying you once more. I needed to work myself to a point where we could face each other again and here we are.

 I am not here to channel some childish insult, claim something that is so obviously untrue and talk about you like I can take you out at will. Of course I can’t. I have to gather all my strength to defeat you, Alicia. I know from our past record that I have won ONCE against you in what five or six matches? I was different then and yet you stay the same don’t you honeylove? Always claiming to be better than anyone else, always with the self-endorsed photo of you as some champion or other. I mean, why not market yourself as a winner?
Do you know how I won our last meeting Licia? I did what very few can actually achieve, well, Evie for one learnt the secret, yet no one has asked myself or her how to actually beat you. It is simple. You see what makes Alicia Lukas such a tough adversary is that she has everyone fooled. Every single one of you is manipulated by her. I don’t mean this harshly as she is insanely tough to beat physically but mentally she has all of you pinned before you are even out of gorilla. You are defenseless against her reputation, against her wonderful marketing of her abilities. It dawned on me one day that if I faced her on an even keel, my mind closed to what I was being told on a weekly basis about her and just faced her as if she was some moron like Courtney Pierce or Kate Warren.

Once you break past the conditioning you have been under you can see she is just another woman, just another fighter. This is why I will beat her and even if it will take every ounce of energy and belief I have in myself, even if it takes Daniela to come out, for my blood to exit my body en mass, I need to win this more than you do, Licia. I need to be the ferocious Maki again and you are my instrument to achieve this goal and I always achieve what I want to.


She stopped, started to apply mascara but the pen started to veer from one side of her face to the other, in so that it became a pencil in an insane version of painting by numbers. She knew the psychological warfare had begun and with Daniela’s help she would overcome that part of the equation and then there would be the physical side.

“It is daunting facing you Licia but let’s flip that coin and see it from the reverse angle. I am Maki. I am one of the craziest, psychotic, most dangerous competitors you could ever have the misfortune to come across let alone battle. I beg to be bled like a pig in an abattoir, i want to bleed for you Alicia and I long to make you bleed as you swim in our conjoined blood vessels. I want and need you to feel the pain I am going to inflict on you, I want you to believe you can defeat me, I want you to be your usual over confident self. While I am dripping in blood, my eyes rolling in the back of my head, then you will stalk me and feel one more move and the win is yours and then...oh in that glorious moment, I see your eyes glaze in joy at the outcome, the assassin in me will strike. I am telling you this not to give away my game plan but to show you the future because, babycakes, it is already written. See you there, stripped of all your egocentric nonsense, bare and ready to receive what is rightfully yours. Just remember Alicia, you hold no power over me. I see you for who you really are.”

She winked at the mirror, as blood fell from the ceiling, dripping onto the white torso of Melissa, as if red paint was thrown at a baseless mannequin. It was time to let the blood out.

The screen turned to blood as we cut away





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Supercard Archives / Re: ALICIA LUKAS v MAKI
« on: March 19, 2021, 03:26:07 PM »
In Conversation

We are in the spacious living room of the Castel Del Maki. She is on a long brown corner couch with her feet resting on the edge of an oak wood coffee table. She is painting her toenails purple whilst wearing a denim skirt and a pink pullover, her hair was in bunches, with basic make up on.  On the TV is some show about pirates, some moments made her laugh, made her scared and made her angry at the slave trade at that point in time. She was thinking about making a coffee when a sense of dread came over her. That feeling never went away, she could feel it in the marrow inside her bones, this feeling of drowning, echoes of sound in the background, just calm and serene as her life ebbed away.

She turned her right and there was nothing there, but this relaxed out of body sensation, then she turned to her left and jumped back a little. Sitting next to her, with the black empty eyes, devoid of emotion, staring blankly ahead at the television, in Melissa’s ring gear was the psychotic Daniela. Melissa calmed herself and just stared at this demoness as it pretended to be drinking something from an invisible mug. Daniela had been trying to get her attention in the last couple of months with some routine hauntings, the obvious poltergeist activity, the odd invasion of her body but this was brazened chaos. Why the hell was she pretending to drink like it was some child’s tea party?

She stared at this being, wondering when it would snap out of its…then the demoness guffawed, threw her head back, revealing the black ooze coming out of it’s eyes and mouth and then suddenly stopped and went back to her imaginary drink. This was peculiar even for Daniela!

“The flub, Daniela? What the bloody hell are you doing?” She was incredulous.  “You cannot intake liquids, you know that right? Stop playing and tell me why you are here! I demand an answer you freakish looking fake angel!” The demoness slowly turned her head to the right to look at Maki with blood red eyes and then…guffawed again!

Maki was about to shout at her again when she heard a voice inside her head (wonderfully subtitled here for your convenience.)


Since I left all you have done is become mediocre and not worthy of legion. Not worthy of Daniela. Where is the former vessel? What has happened to her? She has crumbled like she is worthless Jesus fucking scumbag like that Crystal you are always slag off. You were once a warrior. Fighting above your weight, not letting your obvious limitations drag you down. You should just stand there next week and let that fat ass decapitate you. Just give up and come with me. You will enjoy it more than trying to bring back former glories. You are not that person anymore. Come be a demoness with me, vessel.

“The flub are you talking about?” She turned to look at the demoness beside her who ignored her stare. “I have never once needed you and I ain’t giving up. I am Melissa Flubbing Aki. You can mug me off as much as you want but I have been far better off without you here. Now kindly flub off and leave me alone. I have one hell of a fight to prepare for.”

Better off without me inside you? When have you been better off without me? When you lost to that faux beast? When you lost twice fighting for the championship against the Myra whore? When you lost to one of the top five worst women’s wrestlers ever? Do you recall the last time you were any good? Probably not as that is when I left.  All those championships around the world you have held was me taking over your body. Do not fool yourself into believing anything different. You talk about this fight you have, and you will be lucky not be sucking those plant burgers through a straw. The only time you beat her was when I was in control. I have other vessels but you are the one that helps me generate the most souls so it recalls what we can do for each other.

The television suddenly stopped showing English pirates of the 18th century and started to show a match from a couple of years ago when Alicia Lukas and Maki fought for the Women’s title. Melissa started to ponder why she had shown her this match and after that diatribe she just wanted the thing gone from her life. The screen was frozen at a point that Alicia had side slammed Maki through a table at ringside. It jittered forward second by second as Maki was covered in blood as she had landed badly, her head smashing the floor. Her eyes slowly went black as Alicia continued to dominate as the match went on and then out of nowhere her patented kick, kick out by Alicia and another and another kick out and a third and she won the match. The only person to have kicked out of her finisher. No celebration. Title aloft. Then she walked away slowly. Maki couldn’t fathom this. She knew she had won but she was told by the doctors the next day she was suffering from a concussion and to this day she did not know how she had won the match. They had drawn matches and she had won this match but the rest of the time she faced Alicia she was beaten and she had to make sure she rebounded from her mediocre showing last week so maybe Daniela could be useful to her. Had she been right though? Her confidence was draining every week and without the demoness she was just another enhancement talent? No. Her narcissism couldn’t take that notion and pushed it to the side, but Daniela kept pushing it back into her mind again. Always the push and pull with this hideous creature.

She turned to look at the demon, who was dripping blood all over her couch, a quick eye roll later she spoke, “Maybe you’re right Dani. I have lost myself in this quest to be myself again, to be that superstar that was feared, to be a champion. I want to rip Myra’s flubbing halo from above her head and break her stupid skull. I want to hear the agonising screams of Jessie Salco as I rip her bones apart as if she was a god damn roast chicken. I want to rip the botox out of Crystal’s face, I want rip the eyes out of Mercedes face and lick the bloody eye sockets and I want to beat Alicia Lukas and look her in the eyes and she will see that the real Melissa Aki that she used to know and battle was back with a fucking bang! I am Melissa god damn Aki. I am the best signee this company ever made, I get pay per view buys, I get merchandise sales to go through the roof and I go to war each and every single night to prove that I am the best in the world. It is time to be me. It is time for you to be a part of me again. Together we will reap their distorted souls and as a unison, a symbiotic dweller of pain and virtue, sinner and patron for unholy violence, together we will set this mother fucking City of Sin and disease on fire and it starts with you…Alicia Lukas…my greatest ever foe. Come to me Daniela and take over…”
Daniela vanished as Maki’s body was thrown hither and tither, slammed through the coffee table. A mist appeared in the living room, blood started to pour down the walls, faces were seen pushing out of the ceiling above. Then it all went silent. Melissa was on the floor jerking her body and then she levitated and stood upright, her eyes black, the veins on her face throbbing their dark blood inside them.

“I am Maki. I am the one who stalks your dreams, who licks your face as you sleep, who stalks your every movement, who takes what she wants and who will decapitate your skull and drink your bloody juices from the remains of your body. Alicia, we meet again. Hero and villain. Yet, a being such as I does not need to trash talk you. Oh no. I am fully aware of the hell you can unleash on me, I am versed in the games you play as I am also aware how you and Evie made this division mean something. You are the reason I agreed to sign for our story was never over and will not be over until we are both the ashes of the bones and muscles we once owned. This next chapter in our little novel will be the bloodiest yet and when I lick that blood from your eyes, when I become more than I have ever been, you will know that not only am I your old rival again but I am now even more than you could ever imagine. Time for me to go, Alicia, time for you to accept your fate. Until next week…don’t have nightmares.

The whole screen started to fill up with blood before it cracked and we went to static.

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Climax Control Archives / The Seraphim
« on: March 12, 2021, 02:17:47 PM »
Distrust

Life had taken an extraordinary turn. Maki had made herself believe, to trust someone she knew could not be trusted. It had been a few months since the guy had tried to attack her when she was putting Bea Barnhart away, yet, the belief was there and they had won a couple of matches only to come unstuck and with that her ambitions of being champion of the internet had gone up in smoke as well as a chance at the bombshells title. This had gone more tits up than Chrystal Rose in the Sin City Head Office. She was so mad and this simpleton, whoever she was that Maki had to face, was going to face her full ire.

She sat at the Au Lac vietnamese vegan restaurant in downtown L.A in a pink halter top, dark black jeans and black ankle boots. She had full makeup on and put her hair in bunches. Across from her in an Alexander McQueen purple gown with her own ankle boots was Melissa’s sister Hannah. They were waiting for their starters as Hannah gulped down some coconut water and gagged and spat it all out on Maki’s face. She was very displeased.

“The actual flub!” She wiped her face with a napkin, her makeup ran across her face and she looked like her in-ring persona. “You’re such a salty bish you know that!”

Hannah smiled but it made her face look strange, with her head shaved and the skin wrinkled around her skull, “Melly, stop being a petulant child. To think I am the younger sister! Oh and stop using childish words for swears. It is not cute. Why did they give me coconut water for crying out loud. Luckily I didn’t get it on my own mug!”

Maki shook her head sadly. She didn’t know why she constantly put herself through this torture with her overly bitchy sister. It was always drama and she never helped her work through her issues. All she needed was someone to lean on and talk to who she trusted but it was plain she couldn’t trust her either.

As she was about to talk, a vietnamese woman in her thirties who was quite good looking underneath the mask, placed two bowls, vietnamese soup spoons and chopsticks for the pair. She pressed her hands together, she and Maki did the namaste as Hannah looked disgusted at her bowl. Melissa sat back and watched as Hannah brought up a round ball that looked like meat from her soup.

“What the hell is this, Melly? This isn’t the slightest thing like meat!

“IT’S A FLUBBING MOTHERJAMMING VEGAN RESTAURANT YOU BUFFOON!” Everyone turned around at their tables, she shot them a look and in a more hushed tone caiied on again, “I have carried you on my back like a fallen soldier. Literally, my whole flubbing life. I am tired of it. When I need emotional support I turn to Yukiko and want to know why? Of course you don’t but I will tell you anyway. She supports me, listens to me, holds me when I need to be held, shouts at me and argues with me when I am wrong but you...what do you ever do but belittle and antagonize me. Yes I messed up when I tried to kill myself but instead of making my life hell you should be happy that I am ALIVE you ungrateful little whore!”

Maki threw the hot soup on her sister's face and then slammed the bowl off the side of her head, blood started to pour as her head slumped onto the table. Maki threw down some dollar bills, gave everyone in the restaurant her usual evil glare and then whispered into her sister’s right bedazzled ear, “I distrust you, this is the last moment you will ever see of me, so feel that pain, feel that sorrow because that is all you have ever given me. I am not your surrogate to abuse anymore. It is now Maki vs the world!”

She stormed out and almost broke the hinges off the door, turned the corner and leaned against a sidewall and let out a sigh of relief. This has been coming and she had foolishly trusted people like her sister, like co-workers, management, tag team partners and now it was plainly obvious that this stupid dependency on others had been the downfall for her. It was time to do it alone, to be the woman she was, the mother jamming internet sensation, the one time so-called best in the world and it was high time she became that again. Whether it was myra or some unknown closet psycho she would annihilate everyone in her way.

The Seraphim

We open up inside an octagon, meshed in steel, Melissa Aki in shorts and a sports bra, practicing her Makihouse Kicks, her knees, forearm strikes, on various random people from the Makihouse Gym she owns in downtown Santa Barbara. She rolled out of the far door of the Octagon. She tied her ponytail tighter, grabbed a vitamin water bottle and downed it as she wiped the sweat from her face and sat down on a stool. She looked up at us, rolled her eyes, composed herself for a moment and a thin smile spread across her lips.

“I have been pacing back and forth, going over what happened two weeks ago, the hyperbolic bullshit that Myra Rivers has been spouting across twitter, being let down AGAIN by a so-called partner. This is exactly why I do not do tag matches. I carried him the quarter finals and when it came down to it he couldn’t even beat a batman villain rip-off. Myra went after my ankle, which as you know, kept me out of wrestling for four months, so I wasn’t able to bail his sorry arse out once again. I gotta say I would have done the same thing Myra, so I cannot get mad at your for that course of action, yet, your words to try to humiliate me rankle with me. You are a top champion, a great wrestler but your filthy attitude needs adjusting. So much so that I am now going to make it my quest in life to take that Internet championship from you and stop you progressing in Blast From The Past. I am going to haunt you, I am going to turn up and distract you and even if it is not me winning the god damn title then I will take solace in the fact I made you lose it and then I will defeat that ingrate and win that flubbing title. This is not over Myra. Not by a long shot. I am going to Makihouse Kick you as many times, and mention it as many times as I want, until I decapitate your head clean off your shoulders. That is a fact and I will happily go to prison for it. Welcome to your own version of black mirror! Every waking step I will be there and if I cannot then I will send the lovely Daniela to do it for me. You cannot escape. You are now firmly bound and gagged, hogtied to your inglorious future.”

She grabbed another bottle of water, as some man started to massage her thighs. Once he was done, she shooed him away and stared straight at the camera as it zoomed into her eyes which were black as night.

“Lucy Seraphina. Oh I know the name. I have heard it whispered, banded around for a long time but it wasn’t until I researched you, Luce, that I realised what a competitor I have before me on Sunday. You did well when you were here previously. Tag Champ. Internet champ. Seems like they give that title to anyone these days. A great history in other promotions as champion bit like me. This means do I not only have to watch out for your moves but now I know we have the similar killer instinct. Finally, someone who matches me, who will give hundred percent and will go for the kill but I can see the obvious overconfidence this brings. Literally, everyone I have ever faced has underestimated me. They were bigger, stronger, fatter, older, younger. You name it but what everyone did by the end of the match, whether they hated me, liked me or were indifferent, was to respect me and what I bring to the table because week in and week out I produce magic, I raise the flubbing roof off every arena I am in, i set fire to all the barns and am talked about forever, so yeah disrespect me, get your ego massaged and see what happens Lucia. One other interesting point to make is that she and I have another similarity.

“The obvious answer is that we are both cray. We both believe we have something inside us, that when we unleash it pure mayhem happens. I have a demoness and you have the beast. Imagine the unmitigated violence that could come forth in this match and it makes me salivate. I want your beast to come out in full force and let my Daniela take it on. How delicious would that be? Yet, I do not believe you will unleash this beast but maybe I can force your hand, maybe I will bust you wide open and lick every last morsel of your blood from your weakened skull. Maybe that will unleash it or maybe a little cute hairline fracture could do it. It doesn’t matter how good you are in that ring, if your inner beast comes out or not, whether Daniela comes out but I will be victorious for no other reason than I have to. I cannot slander Myra, I cannot take away what she values the most with a loss here. If I lose I become the biggest loser since Christina Rose Hilton Zdunich or whatever you want to call her became champion, I will be just as lost as the fans after all Evie and Alicia did to add value to it. I cannot allow this to happen. So burn me, break me, slice me in half, it will not change the outcome because I am not anyone’s fool anymore and when the bell rings your whole soul will be in jeopardy. I do not take you lightly but I have to win and I will win as there is no other jamming option!”

We fade to static as Maki storms away.





 

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Climax Control Archives / Many Rivers To Cross
« on: February 26, 2021, 05:13:46 PM »
Mac Bane Meal to go

Maki was sitting on her couch in her silk purple bra and panties, she was very perplexed as her online order had not been delivered yet and she needed her Korean Beef Noodles. Stat. She gave up on ordering from the Korean shop down the valley. This was all very perplexing. She tried a different app but again it didn’t work. She bulked at the thought that had crossed her mind. She was starving and decided maybe a Maccie D’s was worth having a terrible stomach ache after as her digestive tract tried to deal with all the insane fat that would be coursing through her. Yet, this was the idea that stuck. It had been years since she tried something from there; the last time had been this vegan chicken deli sandwich, eating cardboard would have been a nicer experience.

There was a faint rustling, as if a breeze had gently passed through the autumnal Oak tree, yes she was in her house. This had been indoors. A faint whisper followed it, “The hunger is for blood, for the souls of the wayward. It is almost time to allow yourself to be my vessel once more.” Melissa looked around, she knew Daniela was slowly making her way to come back once more but this was not like the other times. This time she blatantly heard her.

Her mind settled back on what to eat and then her TV turned itself on and she came face to face with the image of Daniela. She was trying to say something but it was as if she was muted. She was screaming something and it brought to mind what a great victory she had had the other week. A win is a win and now they had to face one of the toughest teams in the blast from the past with the added caveat that if she pins Myra she would be the new champion of the internet. She could not let this opportunity pass her by. She wanted the title so badly. Imagine being the champion of the whole internet? Even if somehow Big Bill got the pin she would still be on track for a world title shot, she just had to make sure Batman’s nemesis did not get the pin and to keep Myra at bay which is harder than it seems but she knew she was far superior to Myra and ordinarily, when she was at the top of her game she could guarantee she would win but this was the reason she hated tag team matches so much. She was not in control and banking on Bill to do his part was out of her control and it pissed her off but she had to have faith in the old codger.

Her stomach hurt with hunger pain and she knew she had to finally do it. She had to call the dreaded animal murdering psychopaths that were Maccie D’s.

“McDonalds. How may I assist you?

“Alright, honeylove. So can I have a Mac Bane double vegan chicken sandwich?”

“Sure. Do you want that to be a meal? You can large up for another $2.50, would you like that? Wait. Mac Bane? What are you talking about? Big Mac do you mean? It’s hard to understand your accent”

This pissed her off and was always such a lame excuse. Oh so she is hard to understand but they can flubbing well understand bloody northerners on Game of Thrones but they can’t understand a classy, well spoken, English woman from the south of England? Even when she would cut an in-ring, albeit it has been a long time since that happened, but still it was ridiculous to state they couldn’t understand her. Was this rural Missouri or flubbing California for motherjamming sake!

“ Hard is it to understand? I AM FLUBBING MELISSA AKI FOR CHRISSAKES! Everyone understands me. I said...I want a Mac Bane meal with a vegan strawberry milkshake. Is that so hard to understand? I blame your useless app and website. If they had worked I would not have had to talk to someone like you. Obviously, it’s Myra Rivers’ fault.  I am going to make changes to the internet when I become it’s champion! Hello...Hello...FLUBBING HELL!”

The audacity of that Myra Rivers wannabe. How dare she hang up on the future champion of the internet! At the precise moment, Melissa jumped back into the snuggly warmth of her sofa or couch for the uneducated americans. Suddenly in front of her eyes was Daniela in her own form for once. She had to look up as her head was bent forward by that dastardly ceiling fan.

“You called, Melissa.”

“Oh flub me. You know my name you inconsequential, bloody minger. Oh you meant did I call you? No of course not unless you were pretending to be some acne faced bloody slag from Mac Bane’s.”

The demoness guffawed and the house shook as one of the blades from the ceiling fan flew off and embedded itself into the far wall. “It’s called McDonald’s. I am sure you know of it. Plenty of souls harvested from there. Patrons to management everything betwixt. Now, do you want to talk to me or not? I have lots of pressing engagements to attend.”

She rolled her eyes like only Maki can do in a very slow motion as the demon before her was getting restless. “Look, honeylove, you are the one doing this slow haunting and to be honest it isn’t up to scratch. After season one of Haunting of Hill House, you need to up your game remarkably. Anyway, all I said was hell in exasperation and you pop up. Yet, when this so-called vessel is in need of help or in jeopardy where are you then, huh? You stated you wanted Salco’s soul but when it came down to it you failed to appear. I guess Persephone was right about you. Always failing your quota, eh?”

In an instant Maki was hurtled across the room by an invisible force and she headbutted the fireplace before being thrown through the patio doors to the outside pool. She was then levitated above the pool and dropped with such force a massive splash of water like a geyser burst forth into the air. All was still again, as gasping for air, Maki got out of the pool and lay on her back trying to breathe in some oxygen again as water kept evacuating her lungs.

Many Rivers to Cross

Sitting atop the Navajo Sandstorm in Southern Nevada, Melissa Aki looked out across the Navajo desert, she lifted her aviators to the top of her head as it rested on her tight scalp of hair. She was in her pink hiking gear and it had taken her so long to get here she needed to rest. Looking down at the odd smoke trails, she could see what she thought was a Native reservation, some pickups racing around and the odd bang of gunfire. It really was a great place to meditate, feel the energy flooding her from the sun and the landscape. She had a very difficult match to win in a matter of days and now was the time to send her promo in to the production crew. She would rather fight than talk but this was the way televised wrestling companies wanted it to be and they were paying her well. She never liked to do a promo with make up on as she felt it was far more authentic to strip herself down to her debased level.

“Last week, myself and the old man, we did what no one thought was possible, but hey it's another win over Marlowe for me. That bitch, seriously, she always claims to be able to beat me but the poor love doesn’t have the killer instinct I do. She was supposed to be memorable, quite conquest, yet I still found a way to win as I always do. I gotta say big props to Bill, I mean I carried him throughout, but I carried far worse before, I mean I even made Salco look good. Bill, you did well and have been even better in training this week. I know you will not let me down but if you do...I got a boot for your face just waiting but I have to trust you once again and I will for now.”

Being a control freak by nature she hated to lean on someone or to hand over control from time to time but on the other end of the spectrum when her opponent was gaining momentum she could also call on someone to back her up or even help. It was a strange dynamic and she truly hated it but she had a goal in mind and when she does she is straight for the jugular and nothing takes her focus away.

“Look, I do get it, I do get why management booked this match and it had to go down this way. I just find it rather galling that my contract states that I have two weeks between matches. I need this time to recuperate mentally, emotionally and physically yet here we are in back to back matches. I could kick up a fuss much like at least half the bombshells but I know it is because I am in this tournament, because I am the biggest signing they have ever had in this division, because Maki sells ratings. I get it but I aint best pleased with the way it was handled. Did they ask me if I am okay to have weekly matches? Did they ever ask me because my contract states they should ask if they need to have me on weekly but hey they don’t abide by the rules. If you fail to follow rules then it’s just chaos and trust me, you flubbing motherjammers, I will take it out on our opponents and put both of your talents in the flubbing hospital!”

She shook her head, as her eyes narrowed into that all too familiar look of disdain and anger. You do not want her mad at you, yet she giggled to herself at the line from A Few Good Men that came into her head.

“Mac Bane. Yes you little man. I tried to order a god damn vegan burger from your side hustle and the bish put the phone down on me. Now you got me riled up. I had to make do with a god damn vegan hot dog instead and trust me they are even grosser than your toenails. Trust me, I saw those bad boys and that's saying something. I digress, that was a silly annoyance or first world problem or whatever. Still a gripe is a gripe. Anyway, I watched some clips of you today and I gotta say you are one big, tough, son of an avocado. I also know that Bill has had his losses to you. It has fueled him to get revenge but it bothers me. I know that if you and I fight I will not be able to match your raw strength and tendency to over elaborate your strikes. Bad news for you is that I am quick, I strike hard and I do whatever it takes to win. I do not give one flub if you are a typical homophobic, racist, Texan arsehole or not. You ain't the first texan to try to destroy me and you won't be the last. You see, already, you have belittled me and Bill and think you turn up and win. You and that  bloody Myra twat. Well, if you win and it’s a big if, then it will not be easy and we will take you to your limit, push past that and create a new limit for you to reach. You’re most welcome, honeylove. Either way, this is going to be vicious, aggressive, we will try to rip each other’s heads clean off our bodies but when you least expect it I will knock you out with my Makihouse Kick or make you tap and the former sounds even more delicious because I thrive when you underestimate me. For every time you try to clothesline me I will duck under it, for every time you try to chokeslam me into the claw, I will wriggle out of it. I do not see you as the rough, tough, son of a bitch you think you are, I see you as the flubbing weak link in your team and I will prove it!”

Her thoughts quickly turned to someone she didn’t just want to beat and pin to become the new Internet Champion but someone she had to beat. She could not stand that the first time they fought she had lost.

“Now for Myra Rivers. This little cute arsed bitch she went and hid behind her mask of normalcy and compassion. You know, for the first time in my life, I fell for it. You played me so well, Myra. I thought you were contrite and yes, I was off my game for awhile but it does not exclude my mastery of psychology and mentally I let you get in my head and I didn’t treat you like I treat the rest of these slags, I treated you as someone tough and nice and I didn’t really want to hurt you but now it’s all changed, babycakes. I see through this veneer of yours. This act about wanting to be the light that we all rush to, the beacon as if we are moths to the flame. I reject this notion! I have seen clearly how quickly the mask slips and I see you for who you truly are. Without this faux validation from everyone, the internet, the world at large, you crumple into the fairy dust of your own making. On Sunday I will tear each mask off, until your ugly, conniving, real face is revealed. I will then beat you and beat you and beat you some more. I will make you tap, I will break your real face and shatter it into a million little fragments, I will give you the Makinoku Driver from hell and even after I have pinned you and taken my rightful place as the new champion of the internet, I will put you through a god damn table for good measure. I am not to be played with Myra. I do not give a flub what you have done in the past, I do not care about your reputation. For me, Blast From The Past, the Internet championship, they pale into insignificance compared to the betrayal I felt when you sucked up to me before our match. You shall pay for this when we fracture your skull and destroy your brittle bones. So lay flat, let me ease the pain of what I do by listening to your own chest rattle as I pin you and advance and become the champion of the internet which I was born to be. There is no other option for you, old lady.”
She got up and looked down. Always the worst thing about a hike is the way down. Her mind raced to the thought of throwing Myra Rivers over the edge and watching her body bounce off the rocks, bones splitting through skin, organs crashing, blood enveloping her and she giggled out loud as we fade.








 

10
Climax Control Archives / Up A Creek Without A Paddle
« on: February 19, 2021, 03:45:23 PM »
Old Folks Home 

There was a red headed nurse, who was in her 40’s, on reception and was standing and looking at a computer screen with her colleagues as geriatric residents milled about, trying to get the last seat in front of the television to catch some Jeopardy reruns. The nurse looked up from the screen and across the lobby to the living room where the residents were talking so very slowly and missing all the questions from the television.

She did a quick head count and realised there were some missing people. She strode across the lobby, click clacking, as her heels hit the wooden floor, stood stock still, she was shocked. She had lost at least eight residents! Then it struck her. The missing residents were all men. There were just women watching. Where had the men gone. She immediately pulled out her walkie, “This is not a drill. We are missing eight male residents. Code RED!”

As she finished, the women shushed her as they couldn’t concentrate on her voice, jeopardy and the knitting they were doing for their grandchildren. Security guards, nurses, orderlies were rushing hither and tither in their search for the old men, but they were nowhere to be found but then the ginger nurse named Matilda spotted something on the grainy CCTV. Down in the barrels of the building, through a crawl space, to a utility bunker, there was a line of geriatric men outside of the room all eating oranges and spilling the juice from them down their mothball covered sweatshirts. It made her curious. Why were they waiting, what were they waiting for, how could they stand for that long? Like, how did they even get there? So many questions assaulted her mind.

 She pointed at each one and counted that there were only six. Could two men be in that room? She used the joystick next to the monitors to zoom in and there was a laminated card on the door which read ‘BFTP – Practice session’ what the hell did that mean? Then she zoomed in at the bottom of the card and it read, ‘With Melissa Aki.’ Who the hell is Melissa Aki? Is she a female pied piper?

She then went to a different screen, pressed a few keys on the keyboard and then used the joystick to rewind to 08:17 am. A stunning looking Asian woman, in a green nurse’s scrubs, strode into the building, nodding and smiling to security, to the other nurses. She entered the mess hall, so Matilda then skipped to the camera in the eating hall, this evil Asian woman was now talking to all the men, whispering to them. She couldn’t hear what this devil had said but they lined up behind her now and then whoa! Matilda jumped back a little as the evil Asian women stared at the camera, her eyes black, blood pouring from the corners of her almond shape eyes, some black blood?

 It came from her mouth and then a silent scream, her mouth opening like in a Tim Burton film and then closing again back to normal. Her whole body was back to normal and she marched out of the room with the men following her in single file.

Matilda was a redheaded Latina and knew she was distinctive and had been called a demon so much in her life by other Latin people but here she knew she had seen the devil and it walked in this poor woman’s body. She knew what she had to do.  She grabbed the walkie again, “Glenn, follow me. We are going to rescue these men from the demon!” A bout of static over the airwaves, then…“Beats sitting here all day watching Superstore reruns. Be therein five.” 

They found the crawlspace and do whatever anyone does in such an area, they crawled slowly through it, hopped down, as Glenn admired Matilda’s behind. The image in front of them was shocking, as if the geriatrics lining up ahead, had all been lobotomised. She pushed her way through the mena nd then came the door, which she flung open and her olfactory senses were engulfed with the smell of sweat, fear and mildew. The smell of the old in a confined space. Glenn seemed to have disappeared as she looked behind her before entering what was generally and old man’s fight club with one exception, which was a beautiful Asian woman with a clothes peg on her nose, in just her underwear fighting the old men!

She stepped forward and realised all the men were fighting in their trousers and sweatshirts. Then it became abundantly clear this woman was wrestling these men but why? She had a whistle around her neck, brought it to her lips and blew it. The Asian woman stopped but an old man didn’t have his hearing aid in and kept trying to chop the woman, she brushed him off whilst staring daggers at Matilda.

“Wanna explain why you cut off my training, you flubbing moron?” Maki was very displeased at the interruption, “Don’t stand there gawking at me. Answer me you motherjammer!”Matilda ushered out the old men, then closed the door and stepped into the wrestling circle Maki had made with duct tape,

  “Training? These are senile old men. You could have killed them. Their hearts would have given out just looking at you and then you beat them up and call it training. I should call the cops!” She grabbed her phone and Maki in one swift motion Makihouse kicked the phone out of her hand. Matilda held her hand and screamed in agony. This made Melissa soften somewhat. “Look love, it is not every day I need to team up with an old man in the ring. Obviously someone as world renowned as myself cannot just rock up somewhere and team with a geriatric. I have the fans around the world expecting me to be in such a bad position that I might lose. Which, you know, is like totally unforgiveable. What else could I do but prepare to wrestle with equally geriatric men?”Melissa wondered if this woman had any leanings towards women so she fluttered her eyelashes, bent towards her so she could show her cleavage but this Matilda woman just locked eyes. She should be looking at Maki’s boobs not her eyes. Flubbing Damnation!

“Okay, whoever you are,” She said while Maki scoffed at the notion this woman didn’t know who she was. “These are old men and time is not on their side. I don’t care who you are teaming with or who you must wrestle but you could have fought old men who were trained like you are. This is unacceptable. I am going to call the cops. You could have killed them!

Matilda turned and bent down to grab her phone with her good hand and as she straightened back up Melissa hit her with a Makihouse kick from behind and then locked in the Land of Hope and Glory crossface chickenwing until Matilda passed out from the pain. Bloody women. Always sticking their nose into her business. The thought occurred to her that maybe she had someone who had already called the police. She grabbed her clothes and hightailed it out of the room. At least she had some measure of what she would have to team with in the Blast From The Past match and it didn’t erase her concerns.

 Up A Creek Without A Paddle 

 It had been a week since Daniela had tried her latest haunting trick, scratching the walls of Maki’s home, random candles lighting, television sets being turned on when she and her wife were asleep.

 Of course, time is different for Demons so she could just be a millisecond for her, or she was reaping someone else’s soul. As Melissa walked down the stairs to the ground floor the was a base of fire on the wooden floor and as she got closer, she could read the name in the fire as ‘Jessie.’ Daniela was not done with that brazen hussy but as far as Maki was concerned, she had moved on.

There were so many talented women she wanted to fight and of course morons like the Bombshells champion. She still couldn’t believe that Crystal had won it. After all Evie and Alicia had done to elevate that championship it was back down into the gutter again. She did hope at some point she might have a shot at it because, hell, she knew she could beat that charlatan anytime she wanted. She did have a sense of pride at how well Amber had done and she knew it was a matter of time until someone great like her was champion again. She wanted her rematch with Amber but only in the right setting.

As her thoughts went a mile a minute, she noticed the fire dissipated. She went over to her couch and mused trying to summon Daniela.  It was time all these stupid hauntings were put to rest and she had the demon inside her again. She giggled to herself at that thought. Instead, her thoughts turned to the laptop in front of her. She tied her hair back into a very high bob and switched it on. It was getting closer to Climax Control and she had a promo to cut. “It’s Blast From The Past time. Now my opponents and especially all you fans out there who have been asking why I have not been on the past couple of shows want to know what has happened. Nothing. I had come back from an ankle injury, I have defeated everyone who has stepped up to me since then, except for that Miles performace, so I took some stock of where I am and I now feel finally like I am getting back to my A game. Also, being paired with an old loser, I need to prepare, and we need to prepare so I went and trained with him and with other geriatrics because I am a born winner and I aim to win this tournament.

She paused to straighten her tank top and mulled over a thought in her head. “I am not the disingenuous kind of person who believes in belittling the participants in this tournament. That is just a breeding ground for the flubbing losers who cannot see past their own inflated egos. You see, all you so-called bad girls and guys, you do this incessantly and you know what it does to the tournament? It makes a mockery out of it. What if you won it after belittling everyone then it tarnishes your accomplishment, no? I may say some things that are classed as derogatory, but it is part of the mind games I am proficient in. When it comes to this Blast From The Past there are some very good teams and to beat them we will have to be at our optimum but I am focussed because I want that title shot!”

Having a Mixed Tag team title shot which was eventually ruined by the lacklustre performance from Miles had lit a fire under her. She was so close to having a title and the first one in Sin City that she knew now she needed a title, she needed to know she was one of the best in this place, even though, obviously she was, she still had that doubt after that debacle of a performance against that minger Salco. Now she realised the only way forward was to get a title, any title and specifically the Bombshells world title but she was not averse to knocking off Myra or anyone else. She came here to win titles and she will win them dammit!

“ I have been paired with Bill Barnhart. What is it they call you? The Bulldog? I have to admit I have been around bulldogs, they are so cute and cuddly. I also remember a match when I decimated Bea is it? I distinctly remember you attacking me on the outside and constantly trying to interfere. I must say I was taken aback by your brazen flouting of the rules, but I got my own back when I knocked Bea out cold so no hold feelings buckaroo. Just do not flub me over in this match. I know I will have to do all the work like I did in the mixed tag title match, I get you are an old never was and usually I hate all these dastardly nincompoops who ride my coattails but with your age and possibility of a heart attack or stroke it should be me who does all the work. Just think of it like it is my donation to help the aged.  Do not mess up when you have the chance in the ring. I will not accept that, and it could lead to me delivering my own Makihouse Kick to you. It’s a fair warning and you should heed it.  This is going to be a really hard match to win and personally I hate having to rely on a partner which is why I hate tag matches but the end of the rainbow is my own pot of gold and we need to risea bove whatever they throw at us, so Bill, do not fail me like Miles did.”

Her thoughts turned to her opponents as she sipped on her mint green tea. She knew one of them very well but the other stumped her. She paused recording and started to hit google but with little success. This bothered her. She hated not doing her homework on her rivals. She needed to get this done so she hit record again.

“I have to say I know little about Joshua Aquin and I hate that. I probably should have found a way to get his back catalogue of misfortunes but alas I didn’t and there is nothing on him on google. Twitter lead me down some weird and mysterious winding road and I again came up empty. Do I not like that! Anyway, Joshua it matters little how tough you are, how much pain you can inflict because we both know you will want to face the old man but there is nothing you can do about me. I will take you apart legally and illegally because unlike anyone else you ever faced I am all about winning and it does not matter one jot to me how I do it, how disgraceful the means to achieve it is, all that is important is that we win and you lose. You and I know that this match is not really about all four of us but is about the two womeni n this match. You two ignorant morons can keep going on about whatever but we all know that the water carriers of this match are myself and Marlowe. That is what it will come down to so go have a picnic with Bill while we tear this motherjamming house down!”

Her thoughts raced to Marlowe and a smile spread across her lips. She knew she had that drama queen right where she wanted. This was how they would win this match.

“Samantha Marlowe. How are you, pet? Looking forward to some shenanigans on Sunday? You know, Sammy, I have travelled around the world working for various companies and each single one has had some lifer, some woman that they all state is a legend in their company, they all say how I will lose and she will destroy me and yet I always somehow find a way to win. You are one of these people. Maybe you spent a lot of time fighting nobodies, maybe you spent a lot of time bent over being jack hammered by someone to get given such a ratioed position but like the others it didn’t matter why as I put you out when we last faced off and to be honest I will do it again. I am not bragging but I am infinitely better than you in every single regard but I do know you are a threat and I will not take it lying down but I will win because that is what I do. I know you always been pushing, always trying to get out of the box your sister put you in. I get it. I have a domineering golden child of a sister who is a real bitch. She thinks she is better than me and tries to pigeonhole me too but hell I am a worldwide superstar, so I think I won that battle. Whereas you are still striving, still so eager to become validated by your sister but that will never happen because you will never be able to do it. You might believe your own delusions but in the end are you at my level, at the level needed to attain top billing, to attain title shots, to be loved so ceremoniously by the locker room and management? You already succumbed to my talents so who is to say you will not again? Maybe this drives you. Maybe I drive you to get revenge for that oh so easy loss? If so you’re most welcome, honeylove. Yet, it will be all in vain as I have your number and I seen how weak your jutting jaw is. One Makihouse kick and you tumble like dominoes. Your sister was right. You really are the runt of the litter but don’t worry love there is always Myra she is more at your debased level. Watch me win and you can even say, ’I lost to the eventual winners’ maybe that gives you some essence of prestige even though you are just a glorified jobber. When you look at the lights, after you have been knocked out again, you see my face peering down at you just remember one fact – you were born to be in the shadows and I was made to be the light that casts it.

She shut the laptop as suddenly every lightbulb in the housebroke simultaneously. Bloody Daniela is costing me a fortune, she thought. She shook her head and headed to the weights room. 

11
Have you ever wondered what it is like to be haunted? Do you believe in ghosts? How about Angels and demons? Melissa did not. She never believed in either. She abhorred religion and if you dislike and have no faith in it then you cannot believe in demons. Not once did she belittle anyone else’s faith except in her mind but then came the day of Daniela. Before that her mother, the exalted Mrs.Aki, had spent many hours trying to convince her daughter about Korean spirits but she had never gotten through to her errant daughter. Melissa had been brought up as a buddhist but even that seemed debased with monks setting themselves on fire just to spite the sovereign state of China. It made no sense to her.

Dreams were so strange. She dreamed a lot as a child but as she grew up she didn’t remember anything when she woke from one of her many naps per day. You might think that strange, you might repel at such a notion but all wrestlers need to conserve energy. If you are in a restaurant, maybe a hotel lobby, a train station, a petrol station, airport or underground there is a chance there is a wrestler napping and building those energy levels.

Maki had been driving from California to Vegas, she pulled off at this deserted area with some nice grass beside it almost as if you could place something there. She had thought a nice stroll could be just the tonic for her perpetual bad mood recently but then her body had told her she needed to recharge herself so she plugged herself into the car and slept.

She awoke to this loud terrible music playing, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, neon lights struck her vision hard so she scrabbled for her eyewear. Where the hell were they? Bloody sunglasses always go missing but now her spectacles were gone too and her unruly hair was coming out of the pony tail. For motherjamming sake! Flub this, she thought as she exited her Kia cee’d rental car. Why was life so jamming difficult? Through her distorted vision she could make out...a fun fair? Yes, a travelling fun fair! Her inner arsehole indicator rang bells inside her stomach. Carnies. Always so messed up. Yet, as she thought this her feet decided it was time to exercise and she started walking, feeling like it was against her will but she couldn’t control her legs and feet anymore.

She found herself staring at multiple versions of herself, she freaked out and screamed at the top of her lungs for the images in front of her to disappear. She knew many wrestlers who loved themselves, lived with their own vanity to such a degree this would be heaven for them. She was not like that and always hated her own face and body but others seemed to think it was okay.

She stopped screaming and slowly started to realise a fact. She was in a house of mirrors in this messed up fun fair. She calmed her breathing down then the mirror behind her smashed, this followed in an anti-clockwise wave like a stack of dominoes tumbling until the mirror in front of her was the only one left standing. The face in front of her was her own but the reflection was slamming inside the glass like Zod in superman two. It slowly morphed into the vision of Daniela who started to cackle so loudly the whole place shook as if an earthquake was hitting and the final mirror exploded into a shroud of glass.

She escaped the blasted house of mirrors with only slight abrasions. She shook herself down and stumbled past various stalls, men on stilts and so many random and weird looking people. She finally made it past the donut stall and away from the madness but something stopped her feet from moving as if she was in her own mafia inspired concrete boots. She didn’t understand what was going on but heard the faintest of whispers, “Stop playing with these simpletons. It is time for the real vessel to come out.”

She woke up on the hood of her car, her ankle felt completely healed as if she had never had surgery on it. Her face was covered in the Korean warrior makeup she noticed as she looked in the wing mirror.  Her hair was a dishevelled mess. She looked like a drag queen from one of the seedy back streets off of Bourbon Street or from Soho in London. Daniela made her face real return and now emboldened by this she decided to take her phone out of the car, sit back on the hood, light a cigarette and pointed the camera on the phone at herself and pressed record.

“Look, I hadn’t planned this and I have jotted down key words and phrases like I normally do but you are welcome to my usual ramblings around subjects I have in mind. This is off the cuff and you will have to realise that Maki is not here for your pleasure. I get it, you think you pay for your subscriptions, you pay to see me perform to my best ability. You cheer or jeer and frankly I don’t give a flub which one it is. Yes, I want you to buy my merch and I want more money in my account but whether you care about me or not it does not matter to me.” She tried to stop her bangs from sliding all over her cheeks but it was a thankless task. She could feel Daniela inside her and it gave her a tingle of excitement. “The same goes for that roster and locker room in SCW and wherever I am in the world. They say catchy soundbites like ‘we are family’ or ‘we should watch each other's backs’ but it's all pointless platitudes. No one in that locker room is my friend. Not one of them wouldn’t throw me in a fire to escape being burnt. They all treat me like a has-been and want to ride my coattails to success but oh that was the old me that let you get one up on me, that made you all believe you could ride off the back of my stardom but no more. I am in this game for me and I will make sure by the end of this miserable year I will wear gold in sin city wrestling and that’s a motherjamming fact!”

Her face wrinkled as she took a drag from the cigarette and flicked the ash, her mind wandering for a second, her head turning from side to side and her eyes started to turn black “ Speaking of which my first shot at a mixed tag team title. Now, my little kiddies, did you think I didn’t see what you said about me? I knew you had to retort and even little Miles too. I know I was a meanie, right? Stupid mood swings. Most people will slam what was said about them, try to shame me for what I said and guess what these narcissistic bozos did? Exactly that! Like lemmings. It’s always got to be about them but when you look at it they are right and going by their training but maybe I am right not to have a comeback for them? You see, I do not care what they say about me, I do not care if they want to slag me off, I do not care if they think they can beat me because we all know that it's about time Maki proved herself. Yes, I have not needed to prove myself in a long time but in my time off for the injury that whore Salco did to me, I realised a home truth. I realised I was going into matches expecting to win but not giving it my all. I am the hundred percent girl and I let my ego take over. Now, when I break that pretty little face of Mikah and bust open her implants, when I snap the legs off Colby and if Miles does not do me a sold, when I break his face as well, I will be doing it because I am back to who i am and back to being the flubbing badass I always was. Now make sure you have disinfected those titles bah bah black sheep and hand them over to me or I will rip them from your cold, dead arms.”

She pressed end, got in her car and sped away as we fade.

12
Mixed Messages

Melissa had been home for just a day coming off of another long trip. Upon her arrival back she had entered a deserted place. She had forgotten her wife was off making her own legacy in their shared wrestling world. This was not the homecoming she had hoped for but sadly by now she was used to being alone for periods of time as must her Yukiko. Still, she felt ashamed to be alone. It was something that always affected her innermost agonising self-confidence issues. Who could she come home and say, ‘hey honey. I won my first match back in SCW!’ and then expand and how she felt the words of her doctor get to her and wanting reassurance that she could still hit the Makihouse kick even if the Land of Hope and Glory submission did give her the win. How can she celebrate on her own?

There was a slam of noise in the kitchen. She dropped her bags, her thigh high black boots clacked on the tiled floor as she entered the kitchen and saw the pans circling in the air with plates being thrown by a mysterious hand and smashing off the air fryer. She sighed, turned her back to the craziness and checked her phone.

This little demonstration by Daniela was just poor. She must be desperate for her attention for some reason. She had spent eight years dealing with the demoness and some little dog and pony show wasn’t going to bother her. Hell, she had actually been there and been tortured so some little magical show was beneath her. Her phone screen was showing a voicemail. She got ridiculously excited that it was her wife. So she dialled the voicemail, they could both talk about their victories in broken Japanese, Korean and English.

Instead she heard the voice of some uppity and haughty woman who explained her appointment with Dr.Kuntz was today and not to keep him waiting. That was three hours away in Los Angeles and damn it. She would need to have a quick shower, change and drive up to the city of cars. She would need to stop somewhere and grab a coffee. Bloody office wanting her to see this shrink. God damn them!

We cut to the office of Dr.Kuntz. Melissa was sitting on the couch which she had made him change before because it was leather and no vegan would sit on it and he agreed so he got a new one and it was much comfier.

 He was across from her in a nice looking teal coloured chair with a notepad and pen in his hands. He was a middle aged man with deeply receding hairline, crows feet growing around his face but he wasn’t bad looking if you were a woman in her 40’s. He stared at Maki, he was appraising her. She had her hair in pigtails, wasn’t wearing makeup but she had a very revealing black dress on, she was also wearing an off the shoulder sweater and he tried not to stare at certain appendages. She seemed a little nervous so he cleared his throat.

“So Melissa, how has your week been since our last session? He tapped his pen on the pad as he waited for her to break the silence.

She sighed, “It was weeks ago we had a session. Now you ask me a question like we are buddies? Why do you care? Do you even know I wrestled my first match back on Sunday?”

He dropped the pen into his lap and affably clapped his hands which gave her a start. He smiled at her, “Ah that is a momentous occasion after your issues with your ankles. How did the match go, may I ask?"

She stared diggers into this very feminine acting male of the species. “Fine. You really should do your homework. It was a decent match. I was never going to lose against such an inferior opponent. My issue is...Well I saw that doctor from the rehab centre and he told me not to put too much weight on my left ankle so he got in my head and I am annoyed about the makihouse kick. I just couldn’t hit it. I made that bitch submit though so it isn’t all bad to show off other moves but it's my signature for crying out loud and I cannot even attempt it!”

He wrote on the pad and then clicked the nib back into the socket. He looked down at the word ‘bitch’ “Okay Melissa, can you tell me why you call your opponent a bitch? That is not a very affirming name for a feminist like yourself to use."

Her anger was rising. She was healed now as far as she could tell so why did she need to go through this song and dance with his motherjammer!

“Well if you must know you flubbing douchehead it’s a term of empowerment for women to call each other bitches. It empowers women. If a man said it then that would be detrimental. Plus that bitch really got on my tits that she won blast from the past and just ran off.”

She noticed that he had only written down two words. Bitch and tits. She got an idea that would embarrass this incredible moron. “So, I happened to notice you wrote down the word tits. So that’s two words so far. Bitch and tits. He started to squirm in his seat and was about to respond but she cut him off. “Obvs, love, you are into bitch tits. I get it. Bitch tits rule and happenstance has it that I am known on the street as having the best bitch tits in the yard. Let me show you. Good thing I am not wearing a bra today.”

Before he could say a word she was lifting her sweater up, showing her stomach and then to the bottom of her boobs and he jumped up, “Melissa STOP! What are you doing? This is unethical!”

She brushed the sweater down. “It was a joke and also to show you how pointless this all is. You will say I passed the psyche test or I will claim sexual harassment you flubbing perv.. I don’t care that you’re gay.”

He tried to say something but he was mumbling about not being gay. He stood stock still and just shook his head at her. “I am flabbergasted. This is so…”

She walked closer to him, spun on her heels and Makihouse kicked him, his head slamming into the wall behind and he slid down to the floor. She limped as her ankle was still sore. Maybe that doctor was right after all. She needed to build strength in it. She definitely had had her fill of stupid doctors!

Lamentable Champions

We open up outside of a rather nice gated house on the edges of the valley in Santa Barbara. Outside of it was a little black mini cooper with the union jack on the roof. Suddenly the gates opened and a distressed looking best ever signing to the SCW bombshells division kicks the gates as they open and stares at us deeply and with that pissed off look we all know so well.

Her face was scrunched up, wearing just black tank top and black yoga pants, with black sneakers, her hair in a ponytail and wearing no makeup she strode towards the car. Stopped and then once again turned to our sight.

“What the absolute flub is? I am guessing those arseholes want me to cut some stinging promo or whatever. I ain't in the mood but who the flub cares what Melissa wants, right? Fine.

She paused to tie her ponytail tighter but then the scrunchie broke. She cursed and started kicking the door of her car over and over. Finally she stopped and regained composure.

“So, yeah I destroyed Courtney Pierce last week and as you can see my ankle is all tickety boo now. Do I get to any special match at Inception? Do I face someone on a much higher echelon than poor Courtney? Do I flub! I get to be in some piss poor mixed tag team. Like, HELLO, is anyone in there? I am the best signing bombshells ever made, a true star across the world and yet here I am like some motherjamming afterthought. I have never even met Milo let alone tag with this no good son of a bitch. Then, oh joy some mixed tag team champions, where they just hire and fire guys. I mean sure, the world heavyweight champ did it and put his rat boy in his place but still even that little skank Mikah wasn’t happy about it. This is the sort of crap I have to deal with. Yes, I am on the goddamn comeback trail but for flub sake that moron Honey or Candy or whatever gets an internet championship title shot and I get a mixed tag one with this doofus. True, like, he seems an alright guy and down to win some gold and probably will blind tag my nether regions as all guys are pervs but is what it is. Do I sound unhappy, you idiots? Of course I do and on top of that I just had a row with the missus. Flubbing hell life is complicated!”

She started to mumble to herself, she realised she had just said about a million words a minute and none of it probably made sense. Like, isn’t life horrible enough with the pandemic not going away and now she had a pissed off wife and now she had to deal with this insult of a match. Bloody morons the lot of them. She needed to calm down. She thought of her sister emotionally abusing her and she softened ever so slightly.

“Okay lookie here, I may have been a bit judgemental of Milo but dude is a manc and he is called Milo. I never met anyone called Milo in all my years living in England. Oh yeah let’s put Maki with him because, like, they’re both English. PISS POOR! That’s the name of our team. It’s just not a name anyone would be called. I get Miles if you’re some upper lip jutting out posh twat. This cocky duck thinks he hang and even win with me then he better make sure I do most of the work and I am used to carrying whole federations so one jumped up little schoolboy aint gonna phase me. If we lose, and its a big if, it will be because of him. Do not fail me, Miles. Even though I am dead set against having this match in the first place, it does give me a chance to win some gold. If you have followed my career, and of course you have, I am all about stacking up those golden trinkets. I play to win Miles. You better as well because with me failure is not an option and if you lose you better be rushed to the hospital and if you’re not I am going to jack hammer your arsehole like the world had exploded!”

Her eyes twitched. Maybe that was a bit much. She cannot change the past and anyway the boys in production will probably edit that out and if they don't then who cares. She meant what she said!

“Now I did some homework and guess who is in this stable of rejects? Courtney flubbing Pierce. The bitch I made cry for her mummy because she got little boo boo’s courtesy of yours truly and the Land of Hope and Glory. You’re lucky you stupid ingrate. Yes, lucky I didn’t Makihouse Kick you and break your stupid elongated jaw! This led to a rather ominous and also amazing find. Flubbing motherjamming Mikah. Still don’t get why she wanted to name herself after a man but hey that’s her business. Now this was one crazy slut I wanted to get down and dirty with. One one one is always my preference but anytime I get to knock out or make her go tippity tap to one of the so called legends in SCW I am all for it. Even though I am super happy now about this little detail that has sprung from my wonderful research I do have to invoke some home truths. Like, Mikah, isn’t the whole conceited little tramp routine a bit passe now. I mean this is not some nineties trash kids weekly television experience. I faced so many people like you back in the day and now here you are six years after your debut still playing the same old daft routine. It’s been killed honeylove. Yet, you still cling on, grasping at this dead gimmick much like you’re grasping at your waste of a career. Mixed tag team champions. What happened to you babygirl? It’s so sad to think that I am going to take your title away from you and hell even Krissy boy didn’t let you know he was going to put Coby Quick In The Sack in his place. Your life is one awful sitcom. Poor you. Least you get to fight me which, of course, is such a blessing as I am the greatest signing they ever made! Just don’t push me too far, dollface, because when you face me you face all of your fears and phobias are not extinguished so easily.”

Again she mused on the last line. Wasn’t so easy to put fear into the heart of opponents without Daniela. Even if she was starting to be haunted by her. Bloody shenanigans. She knew though that she was super excited to fight Mikah and send her to the same putting hole as the Court of Pierce.

“ Coby Quik. I guess that is play on words. Bravo sunshine! In most matches you would be getting the hell beaten out of you and no wonder when I am your height and I weigh more. Could be all the makeup but still least I get to fight you on an even playing field. I must confess to not knowing much about you. I know you replaced Krissy wissy in this team and you are the weak link so to speak. I don’t see much in you that is worth my time and effort but I will still enjoy maiming you and breaking your little face. You know Samuel speed is all well and good against someone like Miles but when you are running around I will rest on the ropes and then kick your head off. Your speed is nothing compared to my striking ability so good luck with that as your game plan and I know you will focus on me as I am comparable in stature in the ring. Haha obviously not outside of it. I am loved wherever I go so my stature is infinitely higher and I got a roster space for life so there is that. Usually I do not like to go into any gameplan I have but that knee, matey, it is ripe for a kicking and ripe for my moveset. I might not even use that ploy but hell it’s a good one, don’t you think? I think you need to go back from drooling over Mikah and trying to bang Court of Pierce and focus on the world’s best female striker. I am going to enjoy breaking that speed of yours, I am going to enjoy spitting blood over your little face and I am going to  be thrilled to knock you the hell out. Your first defence together is going to be your first loss together. Why so easy? Well, I want gold and I get what I want in the end. This is also a warm up for Blast from The Past. I need to make sure I am on my A game. One thing both you wimps need to remember is that I maybe on my comeback trail and this is only my second match back from injury but this pussy is coming to grind her way back to the top and you are but the flubbing enhancement talent. You are a sparring partner and I will win for Miles because he won’t be good enough and my eventual moves up the echelons to my dream matches. They will happen if they don’t keep ducking me. I have a revenge mission too in mind against Salco but that is besides the point. Bring me your best both of you nincompoops. I do not want to beat you when you are not at your best. I will beat you though because there is no other option.”

She huffed, pushed the camera man away, got in her car and sped off to close.




13
Climax Control Archives / The Court of Pierce
« on: January 15, 2021, 04:50:49 PM »
A comeback – Physiotherapy

“Flubbing hell,” Maki exclaimed, as her physiotherapist with the mundane name of Sandra put her through her paces. The well-built Sandra was bending Maki’s left ankle from side to side with sharp bursts and the pain flooded her body. The English Assassin smiled as her masochistic side took over. The pain was always enjoyable. It didn’t compare to the pain she unleashed on others, but it came a close second. The rush of pain and adrenaline was almost orgasmic. Even if Sandra was rather mannish, she still enjoyed the sensations, but she needed to find out the real truth once Sandra was finished trying to snap her ankle ligaments for the third time in Melissa’s career.

She shook off the pain that Sandra has inflicted on her and strode to the office of Doctor Jackman. She sat in the waiting area, she looked around and noticed some familiar faces from the world of sport but was unsure who they were. She mused if they thought the same about her but not one person had looked up from their phones except the odd selfie to announce to the world where they were so all, and sundry could come and stalk them. Bloody idiots.

She was reading the complete works of Carl Jung as she waited. She knew if she checked her phone, she would be like these narcissistic nincompoops in this waiting room. They all were begging for the comments whether by fans or by trolls, seeing how many likes, how many followers they could gain. This was elite sportsmanship these days and she sighed. Was she the only one in the world who didn’t care about such trivialities?

She looked up to see the buxom Caribbean receptionist with a clip board in hand surveying the room as she looked down at her piece of paper. Melissa fantasised about making love to the lovely receptionist Janet and see if it got a reaction from the men and women in the waiting area but it probably wouldn’t plus she would never cheat on her wife but it was a nice thing to think about. She wondered what Jung would say if she had told him about this…probably nothing as he is dead and she didn’t have a time machine but nevertheless he would probably deride her with scorn and start interpreting her dreams the damned scamp!

Janet and Melissa locked eyes, both smiling at the other as Janet proclaimed, “Doctor Jackman will see you now, Melissa Aki.” No one looked up but Maki. She got up, pressed down her flannel shirt and straightened her denim skirt as she winked at Janet who looked flustered and went on to the cream coloured door and opened it.

What she saw was a very sterile room, a nice little oak desk, a tablet and a very suave man. She had forgotten how delicious the doctor was as he motioned her to sit on the chair opposite his desk and obsequiously, she did as he ordered. He had floppy brown hair, with flecks of white here and there. Same as the well-designed beard he had. She started to think about him as a fellow bed mate down the line but again thoughts of her wife interrupted her lusty imagination.

“How are you feeling today, Melissa?” He said with such charm it almost melted her knickers off. “Itching to get back to work?” He took his mask off and rubbed anti-bacterial lotion on his hands.
She took her own “Maki” mask off which was a gold-plated demonic mask. No one cared about it or asked her why she was wearing it and it was not a normal mask. People were just strange.

She cleared her throat quite loudly, “Why does it matter how I am feeling? Look Doc, I couldn’t give a flub about how you are feeling so why should you care? I am not here to be psychologically inspected by you. Just tell me if I am cleared to face that mindless motherjamming whore Courtney Pierce!”

He frowned. “Well, Melissa, I know you have this built in need to be active and especially in your chosen sport but we have had to temper your need to compete before. You need to be careful. It has been ten weeks since you had an operation on your peroneus longus tendon of your left ankle. So let’s take a look at that ankle of yours.”

He bent his legs to spring up but then she held a hand up, stopping the Doctor in his tracks. She leaned in, still on the chair, as his face seemed to morph with his own. A flicker of her reflection in his face. It shimmered and disappeared. Still bent forward, she replied, “Have you not had my rehab reports? Seen the X-rays? I have been cleared by the SCW doctors but I need you to clear me too so come on, I can walk freely, I have no pain in the ankle. I have been training with my sparring partner, doing strikes and it’s all fine. So, just clear me so legally my bosses can approve it. I need to beat the shit out of the Pierce bitch, you get it, right?”

Again the doctor frowned but he wanted to inspect her ankle as he put on some surgical gloves. He did so contorting it in a myriad of movements. He seemed content as he gave her back her foot and walked back to his desk.  She frowned as his face once again seemed to shimmer into a reflection of herself. Daniela. But how? She had long since given her up as a host so why was she back? Was it all some hallucination? Maybe she created this illusion because she missed having Daniela around? Miss the demon? Surely not!

He sat and wrote something down on his writing pad, looked up at Melissa and wondered why she had such a weird gaze. Her brown, almond eyes looked like they were black spheres. He was overworked. That had to be it.
“So Melissa, after all the reports have come back” He said,“testing your ankle’s tolerance on the tendon I can categorically state that as far as we are concerned you can go back to work. You will need to be careful about that ankle. The tendon is getting used to mobility now since the surgery. So keep up the movement on it but try not to put too much weight on it. You mentioned strikes. Are they punches or kicks?”

The happiness turned to fury, which was rising, as she knew what he was getting at. “You know full well that my biggest weapon in my arsenal is my Makihouse kick. It is with my right foot mostly but if i cannot put weight on my left foot I will not be able to use the move. This will not do at all. As long as I am cleared then fine. Send the reports to SCW and we are done here, you flubbing jammer!”

The Doctor smiled which hid his worry that she would ignore his advice entirely. “In my research I watched some of your matches. I can see where the tendon issues arose. You have been over reliant on that move so all your weight has been on your left foot. I have also seen where you look like you are walking freer after a fight, this was because you had used your other moves. The Makinoku Driver is it? That submission move? Try to use those more than your signature kick. I have sent the reports as we talked and SCW has them.”

He smiled, got up as she did too. “Smile, Melissa,” He said with that stupid jamming look on his face. “No handshake. These times, you know, such a mess the world is in. Oops I see you want to leave. It is fine, Melissa, I know you probably want to prepare for your next fight. It was a pleasure treating you and hopefully I will never see you again but if your ankle flares up again you know where to come.”

Such a stupid joke as he guffawed at his own amusement. She stared at him as Daniela was staring right back at her so she closed her eyes and when she reopened them the demon was gone. “I’ll be seeing you, Doc. Don’t forget to tune in to my match this weekend. Oh and any merch sales would be greatly appreciated. After all, your bills have set me back quite a fortune”

He guffawed again as she exited the room and everyone in the waiting room including the receptionist, rehab assistants all had her face. She quickly paid and made her exit hastily.

To Pierce the Court –

Melissa Aki finally got home from her delayed flight from Chicago. It was good to be home. She looked around and saw her wife laying on the couch in a deep slumber. She knew she had a long flight too and had tried to wait for her. She brushed her bangs away from her face and gently kissed her cheek. She loved to see her so serene. She tiptoed out of the lounge and made her way to the home gym. She took out her ring gear from a bag in the corner, put it on and decided to shower after the workout. It had been so long since she had to go toe to toe with another competitor she even wondered if she still had it. Jessie Salco be damned.

As she began testing her ankle out with various kicks including her go to The Makihouse Kick, pump kicks, spinning heel kicks against a punch bag in the eastern corner of the room, the fear kicked in as she realised she was only hitting the bag at about 20% of her potency. Was she that scared of being injured again? Did the doctor drive home caution in her kicks? She couldn’t let it manifest . She had to deny it. She had to fight through the pain. She had to fight through the fear.

The lights flickered on and off and then settled again. She looked around and thought of Daniela as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with a blue towel. Why had she been abandoned by that errant spirit? They had become one and at times when she needed that extra thirty percent Daniela would come out and go all crazy and decimate her opposition but that match with Salco was when the demoness decided to disappear and had not come back but she could feel her around.

Her reverie was broken with a buzzing sound. She went to her phone and saw the notification: “Promo needed right now. Where are you, Maki? We need it. Send it over asap.”

Well at least she had her gear on but she looked a mess. She pondered putting on the makeup and going full korean warrior again but they seemed pissed so she needed to do it now. She hit record on the phone and set it opposite her as she sat on her workout bench.

“I am happy to report even though the big wigs at SCW were ahead of the legal curve that yes I am cleared to compete. I may not be at my best because of this injury but pretty sure I haven’t been at my best for months. I mean who loses to Jessie Salco? Yet, there is an opportunity to be had. Blast from the past gives me a unique chance to get a title shot. We all know I am all about titles but I have to team with some random dude which is concerning. Obviously on the female side of things Alicia Lukas is the toughest of them but I have defeated her in the past and I can defeat her again and whatever tag team partner she has. It is a shame Evie is so against it as I would love to lock up with her. Yes, I may be at the bottom of the barrel right now but this is where I excel. I enjoy working my way through the division to get any title shot and becoming champion. I am under no illusions that I have a long road back to redemption but I shall make it and it is good to know that at least one of the bosses wants me on the roster forever. That shows total respect to my legacy and what I can and will accomplish here. Blast from the past will be a test of not only my ankle but also my mind and overcoming the voices in my head. I aim to win it all and will do my very best to make that happen. Win or lose, at least I will give everything to win.”

She paused, sipped on some vitamin water, wiped the sweat again and refocused. “Courtney Pierce. I mean, bravo, you have done what I aim to do and won the blast from the past before so there is that experience you have over me. Having been out of the game for a long time with injuries I feel you because I am just coming back from my own. You came back and yet what have you done since you came back? Being akin to an enhancement talent must sting you to your core. You were the one they thought could be pushed to the moon but then the fall from grace and the pretty piss poor comeback must make you feel like you are debating your decision but then comes the ultimate opportunity. We both know you see me as a lame duck and a chance to really kick into gear and start making waves in this division but I am no flubber jamming stepping stone for you to use to ascend the echelons. You might think I am just some easy victim to finally get that elusive first win but you will be mistaken. I am god damn Maki. I am the poster woman for every woman, girl and kid out there who is seen as different, who respects the traditions of their forefathers and mothers, who gives her all as any warrior should and would. I would rather be dead or unconscious than give an inch to any woman, especially some upstart that was lucky to win a tournament and then scuttle off because deep down she knew she was not good enough to win the bombshells world title. I get having an injury but two years? It smacks of fear and oh honeylove you ain't seen scared or feared until you seen me. The whole god damn locker room fears me!”

Her frustration was getting to her but she hated chick’s like this that just run off rather than face losing!

“Are you ready for war Courtney? Are you really primed for this battle because when you face me you face war on an unheralded scale. Just remember: The general who wins the battle makes many calculations in his temple before the battle is fought. The general who loses makes but few calculations beforehand. This quote is the difference between us. Hell, I know you can fight. You wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t. I know you will push me hard. Maybe not to my limits as you aren’t that good but you will give me some hard shots and some painful moves but your spirit isn’t as strong as mine and you do not seem like the kind of woman who would do her homework and just rock up and expect to win. I always scout my opponents and you, babygirl, have many many weaknesses. You may get me to my knees, you may feel the end is in sight but when I hit the Makihouse kick out of nowhere, which no one has ever kicked out of, by the way, you will crumple into the heap you are and I will win because bitches like you will never get one over on the personification of excellence. The Court of Pierce has concluded it’s session!”

She pressed stop. Attached it to an email and sent it to the front office. She flung her phone on the floor and went to leave the gym for a nice hot shower but a mysterious figure stood in front of it. Once again she was looking at her mirror image. Blood started to ooze down the white painted oak door behind the thing in front of her. Then the blood reversed into one droplet as the figure disappeared.

“STOP PLAYING THESE GAMES, DANIELA! TALK TO ME!” She heard nothing but the thumping of footsteps and the calling out of her wife. Life was getting interesting again and she smirked as she went to her wife.




14
Climax Control Archives / Cry Me A River, Bitch!
« on: October 23, 2020, 04:55:00 PM »
Sigh.

You do not know what you come up against at any given moment in this industry.
One week you could face a highflyer and the next it is a submissions expert or a power house.
Sometimes it’s a sneaky bitch like Alicia or Evie. Sometimes you have to face someone insane like Andrea or even someone ditzy like Candy.

Then someone like Sierra who knocks you so hard you cannot even remember the finish of your match and you’re just glad you came through it somewhat unscathed.

This is what we sign for after all. We want to test ourselves against the best as Sierra did and in most vocations, you sit, and you wonder if your life needed variety.
None of this happens in the professional wrestling industry.
 
We have variety and at any given moment we can lose. The last time Melissa had fought she remembered the hard hitting and punishing impact of the match.
She could remember most of it but the end just drifted away like a smoke ring in a frat party. She could not remember if she had lost or not, but she had this feeling she had won.
If this had been the case, then she had banished those defeats and that heinous loss that shocked all of Sin City and now that damned Salco was a champion again.

Her mood was not excellent as it was, due to the lacerations taking their damn time to heal, losing Daniela and the slight concussion she was given by Sierra.
 
Sierra had proved herself and she had been right. Maki had needed to prove herself too. She had been signed to a contract based on her storied career, but the past is the past.
She was no longer the woman that instilled fear, that made her competitors worried about a loss on their record and now they saw her as beatable and she hated it.

Reputation takes you so far and then you need to grind out results when you are not performing at your best. People get title shots because they are earned, and Maki had done nothing to earn it but here she was with some still toy plastic championship because we needed to keep everyone happy.
 
Yet, after all the ups and downs, breaking her ankle, getting covid before anyone else, leaving multiple companies because she felt she didn’t quite fit in to her win/loss record being less than stellar, yet the big bosses keep giving her opportunities,
 
Each match that was worth anything she had lost. She lost to Amber, to Seleana and then that shocking defeat to Jessie Salco. Yet, the fans were still on her side from their living rooms, the management backed her to succeed and gave her so many chances. By and large she knew she had more win than losses and we all understand that we could lose at any time but now was the time to defeat that pathetic river of piss Myra and finally bring some glamour that internet title.
 
Televisual Personality – A Flashback
 
In the locker room of the independent wrestling federation she had joined since leaving the British scene, Melissa Aki was loving life.  On a personal level she had a nice apartment in Boston, she had a girlfriend and a boyfriend. It was far too confusing to get into more detail. In her professional life things had gone great and she had found her rhythm.
 
She had gone four months undefeated, travelling around America, yes encountering some racists and xenophobes but mainly the crowd had warmed to her. They knew she gave everything she could in that ring plus of course they loved to listen to her talk. The British accent was always a winner with every crowd whether she played the good or the bad guy, they hung onto every word she said. Yes, at times she felt visually violated and she spoke out on it but little by little with every Makihouse Kick she had knocked someone else out and it was here that she developed her love for the Makinoku Driver. She beat heavy ones, flying ones, tall ones, short ones, sexy ones, deviant ones but they all fell on the wayside as she climbed that ladder and slammed her fist against that glass ceiling that today she just cannot reach. It was one hell of a run which she would have similar runs in the future that brought here to her current destination but back at the beginning she was enjoying her run and she knew she had found the right formula of talent, gimmick and confidence.
 
It was at this time she had donned the face paint which was different to what fans around the world know now as Maki and Daniela conjoined within that paint but in this time frame no-one had donned such an image and she took off because of it. This face paint was different in essence but was similar to what is known now except it was more of a traditional Korean warrior war makeup and made her feel like she could take anyone down with it. Her ancestors fed her with power and resilience and her foes knew that they had to face the full might of the Korean warrior clan. She won before she even stepped foot through the curtain. It was an immense feeling.
 
She was sitting in this dingy dressing room applying the face paint, which took hours to do properly, and Max the booker stepped in. He smiled at her and sat on the bench as she was standing in front of the mirror.
 
“What can I do for you, Max?”
 
She straightened out his shorts and looked at her back, that ridiculously long wavy black hair was so magical but he knew what she should do with it and mentioned it many times prior.
 
“Mel, have you thought of putting white streaks in your hair?
 
She stopped with the white paint, gave herself some seconds to sigh loudly and then roll her eyes. “I am not into looking like my mother for crying out loud!”
 
He looked down at the floor, he secretly had a thing for her, which she knew but never played up to as she was engaged in a love triangle as it was and didn’t need more annoyance in her life.
“I have to talk to you about next week. I made a booking decision in regards to your run. It deserves…
 
He trailed off as he looked up at her and she turned to face him. She wondered why he would not just say what he came to say for flub sake!
 
“Spit it out, soldier boy. I gotta get ready for Mayhem tonight, remember?”
 
He stood as she continued to stare, “I am booking you for your first championship match next week for the winner of tonight’s Television championship match.” Before she could say anything he was gone. She looked around and had no sight of him or anyone.
 
So.
 
She screamed.
 
She did a little dance.
 
Television champion. The champion of television was hers for the taking and she would lead all television for the entire county.
 
She did win and won her first championship in America. She went on to win many more but it was in this moment, no matter the killer run she was on, she knew that killer instinct she often wondered about her opponents and if they had it. She did and when gold was on the line Maki was all in!
 
Cry Me A River, Bitch!
 
We opened up as you do in a bar in downtown sin city. A very denimed up Melissa Aki was doing what she does when she is in a bar and that’s causing spontaneous bar fights to happen. She went from one person to another Makihouse Kicking everyone and slamming beer bottles over people’s heads until she broke one, looked at the jagged edge and started to slice it into her left cheek and laughed loudly as the blood started to pour down her face. This act of disgusting masochistic ingenuity halted the bar fight and everyone left.
 
Maki was on her own in her denim jacket and skirt. She tightened her pigtails and screwed her face up which enabled the blood to flow even stronger. “Like these morons who scatter as soon as they see who I am you will too Myra. Everyone is all scared of the big, bad demon. Well, guess what, you utter imbeciles, Daniela fled. I am empty of the demonic presence so come here honeylove. Come to mama. I won’t bite...actually that’s a lie. I will bite you and enjoy tasting your skin break. Oh it’s so heavenly. Why not try it, Myra love? It will change your life. The salty skin as it breaks and the iron taste of that red flowing river of beautification Yum Yum for my Tum Tum. Ha!”
 
Her face changed from the maniacal laughing masochist to one who had laser focus as she smeared her hand over the cut in her face and across the rest of her face so she almost resembled a clown.
 
“How do you feel Myra? How does it feel to face up to the failure that you truly are. I mean sure I lost to Jessie and cannot even remember the finish to my match with Sierra, I am still partially injured and yet I feel your self-doubt. It shines off you like the light shines off your hideous skin. Do you have scars and deep regret? Oh how delicious. I know the likes of you, Myra and you flatter to deceive. You fool all these idiots into believing you are a great champion but anyone worth their salt would do their research and nine times out of ten you find this way to win despite being outclassed but now you have one of the best in the world in your line of sight. On my day I can beat anyone and you are not even worth a god damn broken fingernail. Let me ask you a question I always asked as a champion: Have you made that title relevant and mean something? I doubt you have to be honest. You’re a gatekeeper and it’s time to let the real relevant champion walk through and take what is obviously mine even though I didn’t even know I wanted it.”
 
She leaned against the bar, took a beer and downed it and then burped loudly. Her mate Brett should be here, she thought. Why was it that everyone she came into contact with ended up ridiculing and hating on her? She shrugged. Just the life of someone at the top of her profession she guessed.
 
“I will not lose this match. Myra, you can claim that you’re the champion of the bombshell internet, you can claim to be this experienced championship hoarder but don’t dress it up. You’re a has been whose day in the sun has turned her into a raisin. You are also something I hate. You’re a do-gooder but worse than that you’re a contradiction of what you claim to be. You can call me a bitch, call me a motherjammer or to flub off I do not care. Cry me a river, bitch. You say you want wrestling to be held up to its highest morals and that you fight for the love of this industry so what you’re truly telling everyone who busts their arses off every god damn night is that they don’t do this for the love of the business or for glory or for the morals of our industry but only you can truly be held to the highest virtue of the land. YOU MAKE ME SICK! Then let’s look at the other side of the coin. This virtuous woman, who is champion of this web browser called bombshells, who truly loves the business, does not strut around with her arse sticking out and her tits falling all over the place? You contradict yourself you selfish god damn whore. If anyone does this for the love of the business is me.
 
Can you find a picture of me playing up to a camera, sticking my arse out for all those pervs or throwing my boobs out so all of those little sick puppies can pull one off on them? No I fight and I fight until there is nothing left of my energy. Look, Myra, you’re a little pathetic and very boring but you are a good fighter. I know you are more than capable of beating me. You’re the champ, I am the challenger. There is an obvious discord between us but Seleana is not in your future she is in mine! No matter what you think will happen will probably not happen the way you expect because someone like you would never ever imagine any other scenarios and I am a hundred moves ahead of you Myra. I want you to take stock of what you have achieved, sleep with my title, enjoy your limited time together. For Sunday I am the NEW CHAMPION OF THE BOMBSHELLS INTERNET! This has been my destiny since day one and sorry pet but failure is your only option!”

 
A guy walks out of the toilet and slowly walks behind Melissa, who grabs another beer, starts to drink, Makihouse Kicks the guy and then finishes the beer off with an almighty belch worthy of any soon to be internet champion.
 

15
Climax Control Archives / A Ford Sierra
« on: October 09, 2020, 05:56:23 PM »
Reflections
 


It was unclear.
The way the living world works
Yet.
Somehow even the bed laid plans
Fail.
Somehow even a moron can come out on top.
Even the superior can fall.
Rome
For instance.
The inferior can win battles.
Not wars.
Was this a war?
Sierra can be the judge.
Not Jessica Rabbit.
 
Melissa Aki was naked in front of the sink, the mirror above it steamed as she kept writing in that steam.
She stopped suddenly, tracing the scars, slowly picking at the scabs of the wounds she was forced to feel.
They brought the memories of the Extreme Chamber match. The failure hurt more than any wound she was forced to endure.

Recently there had been too many failures. Too many false dawns. When she looked at herself…who was she?
The tough, cocky, fun loving Maki with the bad attitude who backed up her words. Did she disappear?
Was she stolen away and the demon is the most lacklustre demonic being of all time?
 
 
A claw came out of the mirror and slashed her face, she shuddered as it forced itself in her flesh, ripping her skin apart. Every human being on the planet was just a mesh of flesh, organs, bones and water. Everyone was endangered yet they all believed the same rhetoric until a fateful day when their own mortality comes crashing into their mindset. Why, then, do they always seem so shocked at their sweet smelling demise?
 
They even take great pleasure in ripping apart other human beings' mental state, they love to tear them down physically, mentally, emotionally to a point where you wonder even if as a Demon you are even needed. Toiling for time immemorial for what? To let them destroy themselves. No wonder Aliens never visit this realm of existence.
 
Much like Maki. She was taught a lesson at this “Violent Conduct” thing. See, she thought she could let me out and I would rip that Jessie Salco bitch into tiny little pieces and steal her soul. Should I have done that? Yes. Could I have done that? Easily. Why did I not do that? It is inside you Melissa, it is this penchant for narcissism, it is this stupid blanket that you carry around with you. Understand, Smelly Melly as those kids called you? I am never going to be your crutch or your weapon. I have wasted so much of your linear time protecting the vessel. A vessel that is so broken in every perceivable way possible that a creature like me can enter and stay. Yes, we made a pact but Melissa, listen, I AM A DEMON! You cannot trust me and I did what I needed to do which was to split from you. I have found a familiar demon like myself, maybe higher up the chain but oh when you see who her vessel is you will love it, Melissa but this is where we go our own ways.
 
She started to rip Melissa’s carcass, to free the skin, the flesh off her bones and then her whole body exploded in blood, flesh and bones splintering everywhere. Maki was gone. Melissa was just another figment. The broken begged to be annihilated and here she was disintegrated into a pile of nothingness. Daniela let out a banshee cry from within the mirror. Keira was her next goal. She needed another vessel but Kiera was a vessel for someone else. Maybe they could share it. She screamed again and the mirror steamed up once more and the whole bathroom was clean and it was as if Melissa Aki had never even existed.
 
The End of the beginning is the start - A Flashback
 
Life was full of regrets. We all suffered for those regrets. Like why did you even date that guy? Why did you stay somewhere when there was a whole different life across the oceans? Why did you eat that animal who didn’t deserve to die for half of your life? Melissa mused on these thoughts as she sat on a very uncomfortable plastic chair as she waited her turn to get in the ring and be trained by Butch.
 
America was a different place entirely to the south of England but at least Boston had a London type feel as did New York which was not too far away. Did she regret moving here? No of course not. She would have regretted not coming to try and live her dream. She had, though, regrets about her past few live events. She had some real stinkers and was beaten easily. She even pondered what she could do after she retired from this profession which was looking more and more likely. She didn’t know then that she would become a fierce competitor, multiple time champion across multiple federations and brands, yet somehow, thinking back to this time it was as if it had all gone full circle as she was also thinking about retirement but she fell back to that time when she was just starting out.
 
Regret is just a way for people to judge a certain moment in time, to look back on that moment in a negative way rather than seeing it as a positive. Without those moments you will not become who you are meant to be and the happy times will exponentially be more fun with a life full of regrets than with a life fulfilled at every turn. She knew the answer for these defeats was due to a variety of reasons. Impudence for sure, lack of homework on her opponent, arrogance at believing she could turn up to win but also maybe just maybe she was not as good as she thought she was. This she found interesting.
Was she just a flash in a pan? Was she ever that flash? What if she had been just lucky? Lots of people skirted that crossroad between failure and luck. No matter who we are we know that there is always someone tougher around the corner so what makes the difference between a winner and a loser? These thoughts always invaded her psyche as long as she had time to let her mind whirl and spin around and around like a Kylie Minogue video. Was she ready to change? Would her own conceit get in the way of her evolution?
 
“Yo. Melissa. Get in the ring.”
 
She looked up to see the messy blonde hair hanging limply over that muscular frame of Butch. Every girl here wanted to be banged by him and he had banged most of them but she didn’t like him in that way or any way. He was an asshole. She was a prime bitch. That’s how it worked. Yet still she had her fair share of orgasms thinking about being taken by such a scoundrel.
 
She walked up to the apron, hopped on it and rolled under the bottom rope. Her blue tights caught, she cursed and then sprung to her feet.
 
“You look like you come out of some sort of aerobics porn movie!
 
[color=blue “Eff you. I don’t make much money so this fluorescent shit has to do.Now let’s get to this or are you more scared than your shrimp dick is seeing prime pussy?” [/color]
 
The girls waiting their turn were shocked and laughed at Melissa being so rude to the head trainer but in the ring she shrugged her toned shoulders.
 
They locked up, he pushed her to the ropes, she rebounded, ducked under a clothesline and then hit a stiff pump kick and then went for a butterfly suplex but he put the brakes on fast.
 
“NO! God dammit, Melissa! Look at the size of you compared to me. Do you think you can lift me when you’re skinny as a street sign. Crying out loud. Use your weapons. You’re an amazing striker and the speed on your feet is impressive. Why would you think that move would work?
 
She whispered and lowered her head, “Because I am a failure.”
 
He backed up and then bent forward cupping his left ear. “What did you say?”
 
She straightened up. “I am a failure. I lose every match. I fail in training. I fail in doing any of this shit. I might as well quit.
 
She went to the ropes to leave, Butch grabbed her shoulder. She pushed it off and hit a beautiful roundhouse kick that knocked him out cold. She looked around at all the wrestlers with their mouths agape.
 
“I am done with this promotion, this wrestling school sucks arse. All of you sycophants are going to amount to nothing. You know why? Because you listen to guys who just want your vulva to spread. You’re failures.  I am a failure too because I did not see this for the joke that it is. I failed. That’s right. I got caught up in my own fanfare. I lost some matches but big deal. I am going to win more than I lose and the best way to get over a defeat is to win matches. That is what I am going to do so each one of your prick teases can get out of my way or follow the Next Generation Leader as she takes on the world and watches it burn!”
 
She exited the ring, took a look to her left and right, wearing her hideous aerobic outfit, she strolled out of the warehouse and made it into the Spring sun and felt its rays on her face. The end of the beginning is a brand new start.
 
She opened her eyes, her face felt swollen and lacerated. She couldn’t feel that inner turmoil of Daniela. She remembered that mantra she would tell herself and she knew she had to get over that heinous victory by Salco. The most untalented woman on the roster and she lost to her. In one sense she was a failure but it opened more doors. Evie lost too and she so wanted to face her but first...Sierra Kills.
 
A Ford Sierra
 
“Little by little you get knocked from side to side in life, take a hit you come back swinging. Get knocked down and get up again. Times infinity. It’s how life worked. Sometimes your heart gets broken so bad you still miss the one who did that to you years later. Sometimes it’s a fight and you knew you should have done better but something was off. Something took you off your game and you cannot pinpoint it. Sometimes you are broken and bruised but you still get demanded to fight one of the toughest women in the world! Life happens when you start making other plans. Thanks John Lennon and happy birthday!”
 
Standing on her patio in her new condo, she could see the bright lights but only out of one eye as the other was still partly swollen and full of blood and pus. Sierra Williams. This was one tough rebound fight to be in.
 
“Let me tell you a story, Sierra. My dad once had this car, it was a big deal to have one when I was very little but over time it had lost its edge. It was no longer the killer vehicle to drive and had been made quite redundant. I took that car out when I was not even old enough to drive and I mangled it. Totalled. I destroyed that Ford Sierra on purpose. I didn’t have an accident because I couldn’t drive. I crashed it because I wanted to take away the affection my father had for it. Now what is this to do with you? Figure it out, coconut.
 
I have been told to be wary of the Wolfslair? Is that what they are called? I can never remember. Is she in this stable? She said no but that as always could be a ruse. Someone like Sierra is tougher than I should be expected to fight while still carrying my injuries but I am a team player. It is obvious they need one of the most hated women in Sin City to get fans to tune in. That is obvious. See, no matter how tough an opponent Sierra is she is not one to bring the viewing figures only Maki can do that. Oh before you call me some big head please fact check it. Hell, they may even tune in to take pleasure in my defeat. Unlike Sierra I am not going to stand here and tell you all some fable about winning and that she is going to dismantle me or be victorious. I cannot guarantee I will win and she cannot either. I mean, seriously, how deluded are you if you believe that to be the case. We all lose and we all win matches. I expect nothing but your best Sierra and even if I win which I hope to, I will not put anything down to my injuries on my performance. I just do not feel you really know which part of me you will be facing, do you?

 
A sudden sadness crept on her face as the sounds of sirens are heard below. She sighed loudly and thought about the loss she was now feeling.
 
“Sierra, let me help you out as you seem confused. I am not a demon. I am not number six for god’s sake. I was inhabited by a demon. She got me through some very tricky times in my life. She helped me when I needed it most but she was not me. She just protected her choice of vessel as she called me. She has now left me and I feel like there is a hole in my soul. I cannot describe it but you will not be facing myself or Daniela coming through to decimate you. She has gone. It is you against me and one of us is limping out of there the winner. I do get it, you want to ambush me, you want to be known as the Demon killer or something. Look, whether you kill Daniela or kill me is besides the point. You see me as at a weak point so you can exact some sort of victory to crow about for the next millennium but face it you are scared, aren’t you? I see it in your hollow words and what your friends think. You are scared that the woman who lost to Jessie fucking Salco will beat you. We both know I can beat you in seconds because I have a killer right boot so no matter what you do to me as long as I am hanging in there I can always hit it and get the victory. You’re scared of losing face to your boyfriend and your debased friends. I couldn’t give a crap about anyone or anyone except my wife. That is what has always made me dangerous - my hatred of humanity. I do not need the rules to hold on to or a set of societal rules to live by. I follow my own path and it leads its destructive way towards you. Good luck, Sierra. You may need it.
 
She stops, as a shadow crawls on the walls, then an invisible force lifts her up and over the railing of her patio as we fade to static.

16
Supercard Archives / Re: Jessie Salco v Maki - Chamber of Extreme
« on: September 25, 2020, 04:06:29 PM »
The Royal Eight

Melissa Aki sat in her red silk kimono, sipping a rum and coke, the night after Climax Control. She never wanted to be one of those sycophants that would join in the after show party. Like, you beat each other up and then go to a bar and drink together? Firstly it didn’t make sense and secondly it was hardly the way to keep a healthy body. She was on a white faux leather couch, the fake fire was roaring away and she just needed this time to reflect.

Just as she was thinking about what happened there was a knock at the door. She sighed, slowly walked over and opened the door. Standing opposite her was her sister Hannah, looking stunning as always. At first she had not recognised her with the obvious wig she was wearing but then as she barged in and went over to mix herself a drink from the mini bar she could tell who it was.

“Nice to see you too, Han!”

She mixed her drink and sat on the couch. Maki sighed and joined her.

“I have had the worst night and I am in this hell hole. How you put up with it I don’t know.”

“What are you doing here? Also, it’s a fact I didn’t have the greatest night either thanks for asking.”

Maki just stared at her sister, the model, sitting in a wonderful sequin cocktail dress. Sometimes she wished she had killed her the many times she tried and failed as children. Then that nice side of her realised how much she loves her too.

“Well, I doubt it was worse than mine.” Hannah stated and whipped her long hair back. “I was at this party and I had to schmooze with some agents and then all of a sudden I was told we were going to a god damn sin city viewing party. So I am like ‘yeah i love that movie’ little did I know we had to watch you fight and fail. It was like every five minutes and this fashion designer says to me how much she loves you and you kick arse. So I am like rolling my eyes and then you get thrown out fourth. Like, seriously, they even realised that we were related. You totes embarrassed me! I had to explain that my older sister is a moron and a failure. How do you think that made me look?”

It was Maki’s turn to roll her eyes as deep within her there was a stirring and the words ‘Let me out’ sprung into her mind. She knew Daniela did not like Hannah and she would kill her if she let her so she struggled to hold her down as any slip could mean the end of her sister.

“Oh thanks Han. Nice to know my sister loves me so much. I was destroying all those bitches, thank you very much. I got rid of Vargas. I was over exuberant is all and I really wanted to mash Evie’s face with a grater but that stupid moron Jessie Salco is going to get annihilated at Violent Conduct so don’t you worry. So she is a fan of me? Instead of looking at it as I failed, why don’t you see it as an opportunity to win yourself a contract. Hell, I will do what I can for you. I will go to dinner with her, give her some merch, whatever you need. So be nice and I will be nice to you. Oh and I proved in that match that I am one of the toughest women in the entire company. I gave Alicia Lukas a little note to say I can take her out whenever I want. Let her lose to Evie again. I don’t care. Jessie is next.” She trailed off.

“Aren’t you the most loving sister ever? So what you’re trying to say is that Donna Karen would only hire me because of you? Mel, you need to wind in that ego of yours. She is a fan for some explicable reason but that does not mean I need your help. I don’t give a damn what match you have next or why you failed. You think because of your schizophrenia that you somehow matter or are different? You’re a clown and the whole world knows it. Mum and Dad know it. Your companies hire you because you’re a loser. You show up, play miss Schizo, beat some chumps and choke when it matters most. I despair of you sometimes. I don’t even know why I am here!

Maki’s face tightened as she played with her hair, which was always the precursor to her crazy mood swings. She drew a deep breath to try to hold it at bay.

“Call me schizo again and I swear Han you will not like it. I know what’s your problem and why you felt the need to come here and be a mega bitch. You want my help with Donna. You were impressed by my performance as one of the royal eight and you know I am going to ridicule that damn Jessie bitch. You knew you were going to watch the show so you tagged along because you wanted to see your sister in action. I get it. Now kindly leave before something bad happens to you.

Maki pushes her sister to the door and turns her back as Hannah walks back toward her and whispers… “Dumb schizo bitch” Melissa’s eyes turn black, her face whitens and the veins on her cheeks turn black. Her eyes start to bleed and turn black. She grabs Hannah by her hair and slams her head first into the tv which crackles from the impact. She drags her into the bathroom and slams her head off the basin and then slams her head into the mirror before Danielahouse Kicking her into the bath. She turns to the camera and stares at us and then the screen slowly turns to red as we fade.

The Day Daniela Came Forth - A Short Memoir

The human race is so gullible much like the demon race. Demons believe humans are all vessels to easily inhabit but alas they aren’t. Some fight you off, some are mentally tough and there is no way in. You have to find the time to attach yourself. True, you can latch on and slowly shred their psyche and worm your way in but for a demon we all have our quota to fill and a damned supervisor giving us shit. In a normal job you would get told in no uncertain terms your failings but with a demonic supervisor they can literally kill you and yes demons can be killed. It’s a very stressful existence. You don’t have an endless amount of time, even if it's a linear concept, you have to haunt millions of people at the same time in the hope you can either possess them or do a deal for their soul.

Humans on the other hand have even more limited time before you can reap their souls and they see demons as always being the way we are portrayed in their moving pictures. It is not what we are about and it is not so easy. Not once in my possession of my favourite vessel have I spoken in Latin through her, not once has she projectile vomited. Never has she killed someone with me riding her. I do not slowly take over someone like in the movies. If there is a way in I take it. When I visited her she was psychologically broken. That was my way in. Temptation only goes so far. Broken humans are the easiest and best way to grab their soul and with the thing called Melissa it was so easy.

She had left the comfort of England and her family to pursue her dream. She knew and anyone who came into contact with her knew she had superstar humanoid material. She was tough as any female human I have had contact with or possessed but she was slightly insane. Five minutes inside of her I knew what she didn’t let others know. She is a high functioning sociopath. She can be all cute, loving and bouncy, I believe the term is, but that is a front to get what she wants. She will take you out without hesitation and she even defeated her ‘love’ and went crazy trying to end her all because winning a stupid wrestling match and that shiny belt of metal means more to her than anything.

Sociopaths are also seen in such a negative light in the human’s sphere of falsehoods. Yes sociopaths kill but most of them do not and find fame and fortune easily because they do not care who they hurt, who they bypass to reach that end goal but even sociopaths can meet their masters. In my demonic worlds we are very hierarchical and psychopaths superceed Sociopaths and Melissa found herself in such a circumstance.  I always enjoyed possessing a true sociopath as it was far easier for me to come out and be invisible as the entity was already a son of a bitch.

Melissa met this guy Tommy Starr. They hit it off because both could see they were disordered and both tried to use the other for greater stardom but in any exchange someone has to take the lead. No one is equal in any world I have frequented. Whichever humans are reading this they will know in their organs that someone in the relationship is dominant over the other and the vessel being so strong he had to slowly control her but it wasn’t so easy as she is a feisty human so he took to fighting her or beating her as you things call it. She would fight back but he took control slowly and she started to loosen her grip on herself which is where I came in.

At the time of the beatings and the hidden scars a rumble was heard down below and I was next in line to get the newest available soul so I passed inside her fairly easily as she was becoming more broken mentally and physically. Once inside I knew this possession could be absolute, due to mitigating factors. She was broken, she was a sociopath, she was a wrestler. All these things shone through as an easy win but trust me it hasn’t been one for a long time and I am still fighting for control.

So as I sat inside the vessel, tasting all her thoughts, sliding around her subconscious I let the abuse continue. Why wouldn’t I? I am a demon after all! My goal is to ensnare her soul. The beatings got worse and then one night I realised this psychopath was not going to let her be just a broken shell but he needed to own her entirely which would include me and this was my vessel and not his. So he embarked on raping her and did so after a huge struggle and I was still pondering how far to let him take things but as he was raping her I was thrust back down under by my superior and then by the time I had reached the vessel again she had beaten him up and kicked him out. It was such a shame because I really wanted to wait for the right time and then end his life and suck out his soul.

I was inhabiting this guy named Jeff and he was some football player or something and he just sold his soul to me so I won him something called a super cup. Not sure what the name of it was. Suddenly, I let out a blood curdling scream from inside of him and that meant one of my vessels was in mortal danger so I did what all good demons would do which is to protect your vessel at all costs. I slide back inside of her and her wrists are cut and she is laying in a bath, which if you know, is the way down under. I had prepared the vessel for my takeover and she was destroying all my hard work! I moved into her sister Hannah’s body, who was another I had possession of, took over and got her there just in time to stop the demise of the vessel.

She was saved. Hallelujah. Amen. All that contrite bullshit. She was taken to the hospital. They had saved her but while she was alone in her bed I made an appearance in the window at night and told her that I was now a part of her unless she would give me her soul and I would leave her alone. Credit to the vessel she didn’t even look shocked. She has never given me her soul to this point in your time. She stoically said no to me. She didn’t want me to possess her and she was fine without me. I tried to do a deal with her. Imagine. Me doing a deal to possess a human! I knew I could get inside of her anytime I wanted but contrary to your beliefs I do need to be allowed to take over completely.

So as I was pondering how to break her even further to let her give me that access I found a way to do a deal. She was leaving the hospital so I quickly took over possession of that Tommy guy, got him to attack her on her way out and then left his body and transferred into hers and deep inside all she said was, “yes!” I admit I killed him. I put him face first through the windshield of a car parked nearby. Everyone thought it had been Melissa. I had to takeover quite a few people to get her off without a murder charge but she was free of him. I had the perfect way to deal with her and take over. Once all the stupid human rules had been sorted and she was in the bathroom of her apartment, I appeared in the mirror as I often do to talk to her. It kind of went down like this:

Give me complete control. I saved you from that moron.
I saved me.
Did not.
Yes I did.
How?
I killed him.
I killed him.
Did not.
Okay. I want control of you. What will it take to get it?
I want a vegan cheese stuffed crust pizza!
No one makes those!
I KNOW!
Look, this is pointless. I can really help you in your career, you know.
How so?
I can do the things your conscious brain won’t allow you to.
Hmmm, like what?
Say you’re in a tough fight and you give me control I will maim them to the point you can win!
So what you’re saying is that I control myself but if I need it I allow you control?
Yes. The condition is when I say free me you release me to take over.
Free me?
Or Let me out. Any of those work
They sound like safe words when you’re hog tied in an S&M orgy.
Trust me your whole career will get a boost.
From a demonic possession?
Yes.
I dunno. The remake of the omen was pretty badly received.
Imagine one of your deathmatches. You’re almost gone. You let me out and you win!
What’s in it for you?
I get to unleash hell and I get to reap their souls in the process.
So this is what doing a deal with the devil means.
I am not the devil.
Fair enough. Demon.
You agree?
Trial basis and see how it goes.
Thank you, vessel.
Maki.
Vessel.

And on it went for your earthly hours. The deal was struck but over time I have taken more control of her. I even trapped her down under once. Once the pact is made on her behalf I can do what I want. She does try to take control and we fight internally about it but my role has always been to protect the vessel at all costs. I protect her and her soul will be mine. I lose her to possess and I lose the chance to reap all of those thirsty bitches. Now I have written this down for the human world to see while using Jeff’s body you will now know I am real. She is not some kind of schizophrenic. I am real and either myself or some other demon is controlling you. Just think about that and for Jessie Salco - I am in control now. Be scared because come Violent Conduct your body is mine, your soul is mine and I aim to honour my pact with the vessel and tear you limb from limb.

A Violent Disorder

Standing in her hotel room with her back to us, facing the cream coloured wall next to the TV was Melissa Aki. She was wearing a pink tutu over knee length black and pink socks. Her very long black hair flowing down to her bum, it moved as she swayed from side to side. We then moved along to her wrists, with bright pink and black bangles on them and we could make out some thick gloves on them but the front of them were pushed against the wall.

“All you had to do was take your defeat. Taste the acrid water of the swimming pool, swallow down that chlorine infested liquid, take your loss and move on Jessie. It really was that simple. Instead your humiliation could not be allowed to stand so you had to pull me down with you. Why, Jessie? Why did you do this to yourself? I would have just taken you to be a loser like Roxy or Alicia who just cannot get the job done but instead you caught my ire and my beady eye became your torture. I still find it hard to comprehend your Robert Johnson but instead of doing a deal with the devil you did an about turn and twisted that on it’s head and forced the demoness to come out. I am sure you regret this now, don’t you, Jessie?

She started to scratch at the walls, even though we couldn’t see it the audible was loud enough. She still would not face the camera.

“It is as if you have a violent disorder. You need to feel the eyes of the world on you otherwise you sink into a collapse of your subconscious and have to sit face to face with your hatred of yourself. There can be no other reason why you have goaded me and my demoness. Maybe you were frightened so you wanted to get ahead of it and take me out. An interesting concept which I am sure you must have had help from your little group of sycophantic god damned pussies. You do not have the power of the mind to come up with such an atrocious attack on me. I, in my right, deserved recompense for such a cowardly act but it was the first time you witnessed my love of pain and blood. Yet, somehow, in that moment of pain and bloodshed I respected you. I got you pinned and you got me back but to cut me flesh open like a chicken fillet and then except that it would be over again showed your lack of knowledge. Ask anyone in our profession, Jessie, what is to face Maki, what you did in your attack and they would brand you as foolish and warn you that your time is limited to breathe in the toxic air of this twirling globe. Ha but of course you and your band of merry simpletons would never ever think you were at fault. I deserved it, right? Of course I did but you did more and this is where this little story takes a turn for the worse.

The scratching got louder and then weirdly Maki started to hum to the tune of the nursery rhyme Ring-a-ring-a-roses before she cackled loudly.

“You might sit in your little ivory tower wondering how events got escalated to the point they have but then you decided to do something abhorrent even for the likes of me. I went to challenge you for your antics while calling me the baddie in this simmering feud. What you did was disgusting and unlawful. I might take great enjoyment in my own torture and in yours. I may take things a step too far sometimes but I stop short at full on murder. The fact that you felt it was fine to not only run me over with your killing machine but then you reversed OVER me just to make sure I was dead but you cannot kill something which exists in between time and space, betwixt two different worlds yet you thought you could. It’s very quaint but it pissed me off and now you face a whole different breed of death. You see, Daniela was a passenger, enjoying this little tete-a-tete between us but when you tried to murder me, her vessel, you brought your own death and not mine. Oh how she wants to eat your organs, rip them from your flesh and gorge herself on you.

While I was on the ground suffering internal bleeding, covered in blood, my bones broken, half dead she took over and oh since then you have been running scared, haven’t you, Jessie? Do you see her in your dreams? Does she frequent every step you take? Every single sound that you hear you jump out of your skin, don’t you? Daniela feeds on your fear and not just that but you reek of it. You’re scared shitless as you should be, darling. You have done all you can to wipe me off the face of the earth and I am still here, I am still haunting you. Was it worth it in the end, Salco? I know when you’re in the hospital, tubes coming out of your orifices, when you’re eating through a damned straw that you will remember that one moment that brought you to the brink of the end of your life and you will regret it because not only have you faced the toughest, psychotic, son of a whore in the wrestling business but now Daniela wants your soul in the worst way. You brought all of this on yourself.


She slowly turned around, her face was paler than at any time in her life, her eyes were crying blood,the gloves on her hands were covered in barb wire and she was just wearing a black bra with blood covering them from obvious marks of flesh being ripped.

“You see I do not need these weapons in the ring or out of it, I do not need to throw you into the barbwire ceiling to this cage. I am bringing my own weapons. Chamber of Extreme was your choice, Jessie and like everything else I have witnessed to this point in time it is so foolish I would consider if you aren’t slightly retarded. Why would you do this to yourself? Why would you want to be trapped in a cage like this with me? It beggars belief. This is literally the worst idea you could come up with. You are trapped in the cage with Daniela and I. Hell, as you’re so pitiful and moronic I might deny Daniela the chance to exact her willful punishment. I want you. I want you to feel every cut, feel the pain and fear as i rip out your eyeballs with my gloves and when the time comes…

We pan to the bedside table and there are two black wrestling boots covered in barb wire and then back to Maki.

“ A normal Makihouse kick would knock you out for longer than a ten count but now imagine with the barbed wire boots, my love. Imaging your face ripping apart as it connects or maybe how the superkick party will feel. I am getting ahead of myself again. Hahaha. I am a loon sometimes! Back to the point at hand.

 The cage.

The end of everything you hold close to your heart.

As we have attested to, honeylove, you’re not the smartest tool in the drawer and unlike me you are not one for homework and seeing who your foe is. You go on instinct and it worked for a time but recently you cannot even buy a win. Why do you think that is? It takes more than living off your wits, it takes more than violent conduct to win a match. If you had done your research I have won EVERY cage match I have ever been in. I have had more deathmatches in my career than you have had chicken sandwiches. This is my house. This is where I do my best work. I love to be trapped, I love an opponent that is paradoxically scared of me and also underrated me. I find it hard to believe I am underrated by anyone but here we are. I came here for the gold and if this hellacious destruction of you gets me a shot then it will have been worth it. How have I held some of the biggest titles in the world and become a worldwide name in this industry? Oh skill and talent for sure but that only gets you so far and you’re talented Jessie that’s for sure. I have watched your matches and you strike out so often it's like watching Evie decimate Alicia on loop. You lack so many factors that bring you to the big table to dine in hell. All these factors sets people like me and Evie apart from the likes of you and Roxy. Killer instinct. The love of causing pain and inflicting pain on myself. The fundamental flaw in your game isn’t your lack of intellect but it is the fact as I alluded to earlier that you just do not plan. I am at least three steps ahead of you because I am superior yes but also because I have researched you and your matches and I know what you’re going to do before you do it. So grab those weapons and make me bleed and I will lick the blood off my face, drink it down and then spit it in your god damned face. Give me everything you have because when the boot hits, when your blood spatters, you have no other option but to fall at my feet. That is written in stone and when I have ended your reign of terror at my expense I will move on to bigger and better things while you languish with your own torment. Maybe as you convalesce Daniela will pay you a visit. She is always wanting more vessels to play with but this victory will be all mine.

Sleep well tonight, honeylove and have wonderful dreams.


She winks and walks over to the barbed wire boots and drags them over her thighs, the flesh starts to tear, blood starts to pour down her legs and she lets out an excited gasp as we fade.

17
Climax Control Archives / The Hateful Eight
« on: August 27, 2020, 09:28:48 AM »
The Marlowe The Merrier

The mystery of Samantha Marlowe was still ringing around the head of Melissa Aki as she sat as always looking out at the valley from the edge of her swimming pool. A drop of blood from the top right corner of her scalp fell into the pool and she saw it turn into some weird dark red and brown colour as it splayed out on the surface of the water. She watched it as her thoughts turned to Jessie Salco.

This wanton little hussie didn’t even admit she had pulled her down at summer XXXtreme. She could have forgiven her for trying to hold onto her chance of winning the roulette bombshell’s championship. She could have forgiven Jessie just eliminating her but to lose your footing and bring someone down was too much to bear. She knew why she had done it now. She is a nobody, hopping around the bombshell division hoping to find someone with actual relevance to climb on and ride to some kind of infamy.

There is always some in every single person’s life that you do not understand how they have had so much success, she mused, you’re suffering from ignomynity. It breeds this little tinge of jealousy that builds up into resentment and then into a war where you will need to do all it takes to take that person down so you hatch this plan, where this person who stands in your way of getting everything you want will fall and you will take their place and have the life you always dreamed of.

Usually, you need to hatch a plan, someone so exalted would see through any old ruse so you must act as if it was nothing to do with you or wasn’t intentional on your part. You grabbed a leg not knowing who it was you will say. They will be mad as hell but you will say your piece about how they shouldn’t blame you for their failures. It’s a perfect strategy and you will usurp them as they fade into obscurity with the weight on their back from carrying you to any sort of echelon on the Sin City ladder.

A steady stream of blood started to drip into the pool, as she had mindlessly begun clawing at her stitches. She immediately stopped and thought she had to control those emotions. She drifted back to her thoughts as she toe’d the blood on the surface.

The thing with revenge plans that had no basis in real life was hard to accurately predict. How could you predict if they would fail or not? Nothing is guaranteed. Not even wins in the ring.
What was the best way to get someone’s attention? What was the best way to show that parasite that you would do everything to eviscerate it from existence for piggybacking on your reputation? The art of war states that little inconveniences lead to bigger defeats so make her lose to someone who is even more moronic than her. Costing Salco the match was just the start of her plans and she knew it would stir that vacuous bitch to come back at her at least ten fold.

Oh she did and then some but what Salco had not realised was that when she was in mortal danger and don’t get it twisted, Jessica Salco had tried to kill her, the demoness would come out and she did. She loved the blood and violence, the pain of her vessel drove her on but what has been lost in all of this was the very beloved, legendary bombshell, Samantha Marlowe was just another on a list of victims. What galled her was that people and by that she meant these idiotic reporters calling it a lucky victory. She had dominated from bell to bell and used a legitimate wrestling move to win. When was a roll up victory, lucky? She had vanquished another in the bombshell division as she pushed towards her goal of bombshell gold. She obviously was happy to have a chance at Evie and her title but the most inane decision to make it a battle royale. There were so many better choices like a gauntlet or beat the clock but she would take this match, win and kick Salco out of the match. She had never won a battle royale in her career but there’s a first time for everything!

The First Time - A Flashback

In a time when following her dream to the United States to create a career in pro-wrestling had not even entered her subconscious and she didn’t even realise it was a dream of hers. She had wanted to make her daddy proud. She was good at fighting in her neighbourhood, she had become a natural striker while working in her spare time for her Dad’s promotion called the British Championship Wrestling Federation. She had been able to spend more time with him than her bitchy and bratty little sister who quite obviously deserved to die.

Since she had debuted in front of fifty paying guests, she had got quite a following and they called themselves the Melissa Marks. Everytime she came out they would holla and scream for her which was quite unfortunate as she was just seventeen and more akin to a stick insect than a wrestler but she was tall and these fans were mainly middle aged men who wanted to imagine themselves bending her over a table and having their wicked way with her and she would pant for more, which of course would never happen in their lifetimes but it was a following and the attention hit something in her. To be adored, wanted, sexualised and her narcissism came out in her but was it not the way for all wrestlers? You wrestle because you live for the adulation that you do not get in ordinary life. That is why no one ever retires and literally every single wrestler suffers from depression because they need to get that next fix of attention. That is why they do these daredevil moves and she herself lived for deathmatches for that buzz it gave her but to let the feeling of abusing someone, to get that feeling of everyone’s eyes on her.

Her father, Michael, was sitting in a very small office, behind a little desk. He had photo frames of Melissa, her sister Hannah and her little brother Sebastian. On his desk were many different faces as he studied them; she walked in without knocking.

”Hey Daddy!”

He nodded and pointed to the chair in front of his desk, not taking his eyes off the photos he was arranging in front of him. ”Shut the door first, muffin.”

She had just sat down and in her teenage way she got up and sighed loudly, closed the door and then sat back down again. ”Are you even going to acknowledge the presence of your first born?”

He looked up at her for the first time and frowned.

”What happened to your face, kiddo?

”Bitches be trippin’. It says it on my cap.That’s all Dad.”

”You being bullied again, Melly? Did I not tell you to use the wrestling moves we have been training you, for times like this when in self defence?”

She shrugged. ”Maybe I did and maybe I won the fight. It doesn’t matter. What are you up to with those photos?”

He was still arranging the photos as best he could into an order that agreed with his design he had in his brain. Maki just could not get her head around what he was doing. Why was he moving wrestlers faces around an oak desk? She peered over and could not see her own photo on the desk which perplexed her.

”Sorry muffin, this is very difficult to work out. I don’t mean to ignore you. Sometimes, you need to find a way to maximise the output without thinking overly about it.”

She was even more confused now. What the hell was her father on about? Where was her picture? Why was he ignoring her question and what was with all the cloak and dagger games?

”You going to answer me or what, Dad?”

”Yes. Yes of course.Sorry pumpkin. I am working out the Rumble match.It is not as easy as it seems. I need specific people in at a certain time to maximise crowd reaction. Like, I cannot have three heels in at one time unless I go for a babyface to get beaten on. I cannot control who will get thrown out but I need to control when to have tweeners, when to have heels and babyfaces in the ring. No one will buy it if we have all heels and all faces. It’s tough to work out.

She pondered his words and then thought to herself, ‘am I a babyface?’ She got good reactions from the perverted crowd but then she had heard some jeers lately from a few of the female section and she perversely enjoyed them being bitchy at her because they were jealous. So did that make her a heel? As she mused this she came to the conclusion that she was a tweener. She wasn’t good or bad. She just beat people up for fun or who got in her way. She would be the good girl against the baddie and the baddie against the goodie. She enjoyed that chameleon existence in wrestling. She wasn’t straddled with one or the other but she could embrace both at the same time. Nine years later she would think about this conversation, her thoughts on it, realising she had been a tweener from this moment on.

She snapped out of her reverie when a deep seated pain in the pit of her stomach started to grow, she could feel the heat inside her, she enjoyed the sensation of her own pain as it transformed her face into a reddish tone, she felt her sweat glands opening up as her body tried to cool itself down. Why was she not included? That now infamous Maki temper was boiling just under the surface but she didn’t want to show her Dad and head booker of BCWF that side of her again. He had seen it so many times and only recently had he seemed to be pleased that she was a lot calmer now she was fighting people for money on a weekly basis. She was about to speak again but then the heat was firing out of her pores.

”WHY IN HELL IS MY PHOTO NOT ON YOUR DESK WITH THE REST OF THOSE MORONS? YOUR LITTLE GIRL NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BE IN A BATTLE ROYAL WITH THOSE IDIOTS?

He stopped placing the photos in the order he had suddenly desired, looked up at his daughter, who had kicked out the chair from under her and was seething with anger as she slammed her fist on the table. Melissa and her temper tantrums, he thought. That girl needs to stop living on her emotions. He placed his hands in the air in a gesture to placate her.

”Melly, you need to control yourself. Remember mindfulness, Yoga and meditation? Your mother will meditate with you after I call her…

He went to grab his flip phone but Melissa was faster and grabbed it out of his reach. He shook his head in sad resignation.

”Always has to be this way, doesn’t it? Give me my damn phone or get out. I am the parent and you’re almost an adult. It is high time you started behaving like one, you selfish brat! Thank you. Now you’re mad I take it because I have not included you in the rumble?

She nodded her head as her fury was still in charge of her motor functions.

”Good. If you want to make this into a career you should be mad about certain things but remember it is not a good idea to freak out on the head booker, the one person who will go and kick arse for you. Second, do not freak out on your dad. It will never end well for you. So, grab the chair, sit down and listen to your dad!

She sullenly picked the chair up off the floor, sat down and pretended to be fine, tightening her ponytail and placing a cap on her head. She smiled at her Dad who eyed her suspiciously.

”Melly, you have done so well here and I made it hard for you because I did not want you to be tarnished with the nepotism brush. You have done it under your own steam without my help at all. Winning this rumble means the winner gets a shot at Mad Matt and his title. It is not that I think you’re not worthy of a title shot but it is that you have never been in one before and what if you get thrown out and land badly. You could have your career ruined or even your life and all because you were not ready and I allowed the business to come before family. I cannot and will not ever let anything come before the safety of my baby girl. You’re not ready yet. End of discussion.”

Her eyes narrowed but she knew that with her father usually when he said that you had no comeback but to let the discussion end. Yet, she knew how to get around him.

“Look Daddy dearest. I love you. You’re my rock. I look up to you in every way. You are the best man in the world and I will never ever know anyone as special as you but I am not a child anymore. I am forging my own path and on the whole you have always supported my dreams. Do you want to be the one who denied me a shot at my dream? Put me in it and see how I do. Make it protective around the ring so we don’t get hurt. I like pain, Dad. I enjoy it and I enjoy inflicting it on others. You know that. Just let me go out and be me. If I fail then I fail and I will learn from it and improve and if I win then you get to see me ascending the echelons of this place and you can be proud either way. Put me in it, Dad, you won’t regret it.

He leaned back and digested her words. Of course he knew she was playing him but also knew she meant the words from her heart. As he looked at his little girl that he held in his arms all those years ago grow up and want to follow in his footsteps he realised he couldn’t trample on her dream,

”Fine! Melly, you get a shot. I will place you somewhere in the middle. You will need to train non stop. You have ten days to prepare. I want to see you jumping on mats, being thrown out by the coaches and I want to see how you land. This is your first time and you will be part of thirty people involved so take any number you’re given and if you outlast just one person that’s a win. This is not an easy match to be in, so not only training, I want you to do your homework on how it works. I will be testing you every night on the rules and what could go wrong for you. Don’t make me regret this. It’s almost six. Get your shit together your mother is expecting us.

 She left the office and grabbed her gym bag, smiling to herself. She would finally be in a battle royale. She had always loved watching the rumble and was always her favourite match to watch. The drama of it all was pure adrenaline to her. She would win this and prove why she is going to be the face of BCWF and defeat Mad Matt as well. She was going to prove why she was the next greatest british female wrestler.

What she didn’t know at this time was that she would last eight minutes and get dragged over the top by her nemesis, Little Vixen, illegally but she had outlasted four other competitors. It would lead to an unenviable record. In her odyssey around the world and mainly in the states, she had only once been in the final two and had never won a battle royale. At climax control she had to make sure this changed. She had to face Evie. She had to decimate the moronic Jessie and take out her frenemy Alicia. She had to win!

The Hateful Eight (Sorry Quentin.)

Not all things come to pass no matter how much you want them to happen. Maki knew this. She had wanted to have a few days in Vegas to train but all the hotels were full or shut. She would have to train at home in her own gymnasium. In the Santa Barbara area her gyms were well known with billboards everywhere advertising the Next Gen Gym. She would need to work out here. She spent all night hitting the weights and cardio machines. She felt ready in herself but with her track record of Battle Royales she needed to prepare so she hastily headed to the gym where they had cleared out all of the machines and erected a ring, with double matting on the outside.

In her wisdom she had decided to record it for her latest DVD for her merch stand in Vegas on the weekend. She was going to call it “The Ropes are monsters” but even that sounded stupid to her but ho hum she will work on that after the weekend’s activities. She had trained with her sparring partner, Izzy Ramirez as well as her wife and everytime she tried to hold on to the ropes she would fail to grasp them properly and fall to the outside. This was not going well.

She had an idea. She called a friend of hers who made mannequins come to life, a bit like Mercedes Vargas. She sat on the top turnbuckle as the mannequins arrived and looked very much like her opponents on Sunday. They were put in different positions in the ring. She started to strike them with her educated feet and they went tumbling. She was unsure if this was even realistic but forged ahead and then covered in sweat, her purple yoga pants had gotten very dark indeed and she felt her workout top and found her chest covered in beads of sweat. She inhaled deeply as she hated to sweat and abhorred it but boy did she love to bleed. She was certain there would be blood at the end of this.

She saw their faces, these damn mannequins, and it really riled her up. The hateful eight she had coined them all but in reality she stole that from the movie but still it worked for her. Apart from Alicia who she liked in her personal life just not professionally as she was so damn good. As she sat from upon high on the turnbuckle, her legs wrapped around it as she hated to be so high up, she looked at them all and clicked her fingers to the camera man to point that massive object her way.

”Evie. Look at us all posturing and clamouring for your attention. You gave me some on twitter and I like the way you interact. We all know how tough you are. Hell, if you can beat Alicia Lukas twice then you are one of the toughest bitches on the planet. The interesting thing is that you play off like you want to be adored and loved and then use sarcasm to cover what we all know is your blatant insecurity but why? You’re the god damned champion and have proven yourself as the one to beat so why need to deflect? Maybe you’re scared of what I can do or if Daniela comes out to the fore. Who knows but I like the cut of your jib. You are at the top of the mountain and we are all crazily trying to reach you. You can defeat that waste of oxygen on the same night as you see all your competitive future opponents beat the living shit out of each other. Big win for you, honeylove. I will not guarantee I will win as hell it’s well documented that I suck in these matches. I prefer one on one and to be up close and personal but boy I so want to face you. I want to see for myself if you’re as good as you say and the locker room spouts or if it’s purely psychological. If I don’t win you and me will happen sooner or later. That is a guarantee I definitely can make!”

She sat back on the turnbuckle, almost toppling off it but steadied herself just in time. She stared at each mannequin in front of her. Almost each one had the desired effect of pissing her off and standing in the way of a bombshell title shot.

”I find it almost laughable that these opponents, these competitors, even have an ounce of intellect. I have seen the many reports, the comments about how each one will win and face Evie. They do not for one second seem to appreciate how hard it is to circumvent everyone in the ring at the same time. Multiple people can throw you out or you could get in the way of Alicia Lukas or Kate Steele arse kicking and accidentally fall to the outside. Yet, here they come boasting about how they will easily win and everyone else will lose. Do you not even comprehend the variables in a match like this? It is exactly why I am intellectually and psychologically superior to you all. Does that mean I will win? No. It just means I will be able to navigate the minefield far better than the rest of you because I know the pitfalls involved and I know each of the opponents and what they can and will do but I am no mystic. I cannot guarantee each person’s antics from one minute to the next. All I can do is use my cunning, my will to win at all costs and the homework I have done on them all to try to gauge what they might do but humans rarely stay on one path and quite often veer from it. If you add the emotional element to it there is no way you can possibly state with any ounce of accuracy what will happen and the fact these ingrates all believe they will win is pathetic and shows how deluded they have been and how egotistical they are. This is the worst kind of match to be in and such lazy booking but as they state we are all contenders which I highly doubt. As if Vargas or Salco even deserve to be in this company of strangers but whatever. Booking sense doesn’t really matter in wrestling anymore anyway!”

She still never kept her eyes off the mannequin versions of her opponents. That heat was rising but then her eyes grew heavy and she awoke in a bathtub. How had time gone so fast? Why was she not on the turnbuckle? As she wiped her eyes, she looked at her hands and they were covered in blood. She looked down and the water was that dark red colour of blood. What the frick had happened to her?

The blood water was up to her neck but instead of being alarmed by it she smirked and looked up at us through the grainy CCTV. She wondered briefly how unethical it was to have cameras in a bathroom and decided to remind herself to have words with the gym manager and possibly fire him later. As she thought this, the blood water at the end of the bath swooshed towards her and out of it came the vision of herself rising between her feet, she pulled her legs towards her chest as she was watching herself, blood water draining off her, the long black hair covered in blood just sat there and then…

“JESSIE SALCO. WE WANT HER SOUL. WE WANT HER SOUL, VESSEL. WE WANT IT NOW. THE REAPING HAS BEGUN. END THE SALCO. GIVE THE SOUL UNTO US. DANIELA NEEDS TO FEAST. WE NEED TO APPROPRIATE THE END OF HER HUMAN EXISTENCE. GIVE THE SOUL TO US, VESSEL.”

A white flash appeared before her eyes and she was back on the turnbuckle on the ring in her gym. She had always been in the moment with Daniela but she had never just been taken like that into a dream like state. This was new for the demoness that dwelled inside her. She had to focus again on the match at hand and not on the nonsensical whitterings of the stupid demon.

”Look, those dim witted ignorant fools down there in that ring have to take me out and it won’t be as easy as some of you think. I know what you will do and say before I even have to think about it. You will beat everyone but first you will have to lay out how you will take apart and defeat every single opponent. Why do you feel the need to list every single person’s flaws and strengths and outline how you will win over them? It is passe and just plain ignorant. Literally the main ones in the hateful eight will probably be there at the end. The ones proving themselves every damn week. So I will not be talking about each individual as that’s pathetic as I stated. Candy and Bea Banhart I already beaten and proven I can beat them whenever I feel like it. They won't last until the end. Pointless even mentioning them. I do, however, have words for certain participants.

Let’s start with my favourite delusional moron - Jessie Salco. Oh Jessie, I am so glad my little stunt got your attention. I have heard your words and seen your actions. You want to play with the big girls then you need to deal with the consequences. Do you think busting me open would really give you the desired effect or maybe retribution? You see both sides have an equal and opposite reaction. When I caused you to lose that wanton tramp, Holt that was what made us even. I was willing to leave it there and move on from someone as debased and insignificant as you as I have higher priorities but oh no you decided to then destroy me for daring to even up the ying with the yang. What you didn’t countenance and what no one does is that I enjoy it. I enjoy my own pain and suffering. It is like a hit of meth for people like you, it gives me sensations like you wouldn’t believe and focuses my mind on what I need to do. Though, I do know you will come at me in this match and try to eliminate me and I welcome it. You may even once again get thrown over and pull me outside with you. I wouldn’t be surprised. Yet, there cannot be three actions for one action in retaliation. So, while you are trying to battle your nightmares, trying to take out that fear on me, be careful of what the reaction brings.”

She wrinkled her nose as she leaped down and Makihouse kicked Bea Banhart, Candy and Jessie Salco mannequins and they exploded in a plume of white ash as she navigated around the others to the other turnbuckle and sat on top of it unsteadily again.

”I am not even going to bother mentioning Kiera. She didn’t get payback for the clothesline she gave me which is fine and dandy. I expect everything and anything. She will get herself eliminated by her pure conceit and I hope someone busts that botox in her face as she goes flying out. Would be fun if it was me but hey you cannot guarantee it. Andrea Hernandez is a tough fighter and she will be hard to get rid of by everyone and one hell of an athlete but in the end I know exactly why she will fail. You can be as tough as they come and have prowess and talent coming out of your nostrils but when you lack anything inside your cranium you’re bound to lose.

Mercedes Vargas. Oh the simpleton of  Sin City. We have locked up a few times and I mistakenly said you had not beaten me but back in the day when I was developing does not count. The past is the past and I live in the present. When I was at my lowest ebb, dealing with ankle injuries the last time we faced the best you could do was a countout. Look, you even sucked against the biggest suck job here in Crystal, so how do you fathom you’re at my, Alicia or even Kate’s level? Hell, though, maybe you get lucky as the main women fight each other. You could just saddle up and bang you’re in the final two or three. Crazy I know but you’re the luckiest son of a bastard I ever seen. This kind of match is perfect for you. I mean, you can suck all night long but everyone else could eliminate each other and you get a chance to be annihilated by Evie. Stranger things have happened. You come near me though and I am knocking you out before you even touch the outside. That is one thing I can guarantee!


She climbed down and as before she Makihouse kicked the Vargas, Kiera and Hernandez mannequins and then made her way to the third turnbuckle.

” Kate Steele. You know when my agent asked me about Sin City I wasn’t sure. I had turned down various offers from different federations. Griffin spoke to me about signing, he spoke to me about how tough it was here, mentioned Evie. All of it looked good to me but then I was informed that you and Alicia were here. I can go anywhere and win a title, I can kick arse all over the world but I wanted a place where I was pushed to my limits. As soon as I had that match with Amber I knew but hey one person doesn’t make a roster. The overall feeling was that I had always wanted to cross paths with you but never had and this was my chance. Unfortunately, so far we hadn’t had a chance to fight and when this ridiculous match was announced one name flashed from it and that was yours. Kate, you’re one of the best and I know in a one on one match you and I would have a merry dance and who knows who would win but in this match anything can happen. I just hope we get some time beating the living crap out of each other. I respect you and I know when it is down to it that we will be in the last three in this match but do not take my respect and my graciousness at your talents as weakness because they aren’t and I will do whatever it takes to get you out of the way as soon as possible. After I knock you out I will give you some super strength tylenol as a gift of appreciation.”

She leaned to the side for no perceptible reason and almost fell off but steadied herself with the ropes again. She really wasn’t one for heights or balance.

”Now it brings me to my frenemy Alicia Lukas. The clear favourite here. Why is she the favourite? I have fought her many times and I have won a couple and so has she but she is in the top three toughest women I know and have faced and for that she has to be a favourite if I am excluded. I mean, Alicia, we all know you and how hard you hit and your relentless spirit. Your never say die attitude is one that is on a par with no one else. I know you must be hurting about Evie having your number and sadly that day happens to us all. You walk out at every match and just be reputation and your history. You have the match sixty percent won. When your opponents see you they already think it's an uphill battle much like Evie. I don’t agree with that estimation when it comes to myself. Yet, there you are. Now you have been very vocal about proving yourself and fighting back up to a place where you can defeat Evie and some morons said you’re given this chance but Vargas is so dense so forget about it. This is not an easy match to win but I know it will be down to you Kate and me at the end. After the match we will hug and talk about everything that happened but I know you and you know me and we will fight to the end. We will break each other’s faces to win and I would have it no other way. Sooner or later we will meet like Kate up close and personal but for now you are but another mannequin standing in my way and you must be eradicated.”

She jumped down and Makihouse kicked Alicia and Kate mannequins and she was alone with her thoughts. She suddenly realised she had literally spoken a little about every opponent and stamped her foot in frustration.

”Stupidly I went and did what years of wrestling mind control has told me to do and mention every single person against my better judgement so let’s end this with why I think I am going to win, though, obviously it is not cast in stone. No matter how easy or hard my opponents are this is not a typical match and I will still end the night with only one blight on my record which is Amber and we will make sure that is taken care of at a future date but these women they are tough to eliminate in their own ways; some out of stupidity and some out of mental and physical toughness but the one thing people think about me is that I am scary and that I am tough and hard to beat and will scratch and claw in an effort to win at all costs which is true. I have that killer instinct and it's in my genes but that is not why I will win. It is because I am a master at psychological games and I am in the heads of all my competitors and even that is still not enough to win or a big enough reason why I should be seen as the favourite. The reason is that I have a game plan. With my superior intellect I can navigate these murky and choppy waters ahead and come out the other side in the docks and the only survivor because I live on my wits and I know how to win, I also have a demon inside me and I will finally banish the past battle royale defeats and god help Evie when I do. I want that title and I am going to get it!”

She pushed the cameraman away and strode confidently towards the locker room and the shower of the damned.



















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Climax Control Archives / The Sweetest Lie
« on: August 13, 2020, 04:35:29 PM »
Hanging On A Wire

Life has a way of dragging you down into the murky undersurface of the oceanic chemical compound famously known as H20. One minute you’re fighting against the grain, trying to keep an equal footing while bitches are doing all they can to give gravity a helping hand in pushing you back down to the bottom of a never ending cesspit of humanity.

You feel like you have this chance to truly be on an equal footing, that you’re gaining traction, little by little pushing against the natural order of life and the universe. You’re winning and getting closer to your inevitable goal of happiness and your quest is almost coming to fruition. If only you can make that last step, that last giant leap against your vacuous foe only for this cruelly devised world to throw a massive monkey wrench at your face.

But was it the world who did that?

NO!

It was Jessie Goddamn Salco.

It’s all part and parcel of the game we play. We all know the rules, the ways you can be blindsided and the curve balls thrown your way. No one has a divine right to claim victories, no one has a perfect record and no one can pretend they are invincible as not a soul can ever claim that to be a correct assumption.

In all walks of life there are the winners, the climbers of the echelons, the low rung wannabes. We all fit a certain criteria that has been created for us and that we are supposed to adhere to. A life of ordinary positional and humdrum order that we must follow by decree of the rich and powerful but do we want to stand and take that shit show of an empty and unfulfilled existence? Jessie had a split second in which to decide the way fate’s finger would point. She knew that, as she was slipping, she was being dragged back to her former life of anonymity, of a baseless existence on the bottom of life’s ocean.

Fair play. She was not going to go down alone. She was going to take someone with her into her meaningless life and thus she brought true meaning to herself. Only the downtrodden, the true bottom feeders like Jessie, could imagine a life of decadence and debauchery that came with making someone else suffer like she had. Only then could she climb over them and make her ascent to something more spectacular so she chose to grab that foot as she descended, to take her foe out of the game and then she could climb over her to stop those wheels from spinning forever more.
She had been successful in dragging Maki with her and using her to climb back on that ladder but did she not expect retribution? Did she think the greatest signing in the company’s history would just sink at the bottom of that pool to never return again or was it simply the case that she was really embracing the mindfulness lifestyle of purely living in the present and not heeding any repercussions in the future for her actions?

The real fact of the matter had been that yes Jessie caused her to fall into the pool and yes she had lost because of the actions of that simpleton but when she had signed up for this match she knew the outcome was one of many possibilities and this was one such scenario. Well played Jessie. If she was not going to win then she would take out the one person who would take that Roulette Bombshell Championship from Seleana. It was always going to be her or Seleana and everyone knew who would win that match. Yet, she had been robbed of another title but in the end it was all just for attention and in the grand scheme of her career it would not matter.

Yet, it gnawed at her how she had been treated, how Jessie had gone about her business. This was not a defeat as she hadn’t submitted or been pinned. All she had done was been dragged into the water. So therefore Seleana had still yet to pin her but that was a moot point and she would leave the champion alone for a while as she had to get compensation for what Jessie had done otherwise how could she ever be taken seriously? It is not revenge. It is about returning the favour and it shall be returned a thousand fold.

Your Heart is too Sweet to Die - A Flashback

In the year of Melissa Aki’s nineteenth anniversary of being on this planet she had been in America, training, wrestling small shows, trying to gain notoriety but all she had been known for was the Japanese surname with the English accent. Bookers had tried to make her out as the new rising Japanese sensation and boy when she grabbed that microphone she had been pure hatred for America. Talking about England but despite the creative direction forced on her she never ever claimed she was Japanese but they made her change her surname to Aki as no one would ever buy her as a Korean British wrestler. They had even tried to get her to fake an accent but she was awful at them anyway. She even spoke Korean with quite the south london accent and whenever she went to Seoul they all remarked how great her Korean was which always made her laugh.

She was obviously living her dream. That is what she told her family and her bratty and bitchy little sister too. How many people had told their parents they were off to live their dream only to find themselves homeless or whoring for the latest fashionable drug to abuse? It’s a tale as old as time yet even if her living quarters were not the best and Texas was not the place for an Anglo-Asian teenager to call home amongst the racism and stereotype racial filing they attested to her, she had found that Austin was a decent city to live in. She planned on moving to New York or Boston eventually as she had family there but she knew what she wanted to do and this was the best place for her development and if you need to harden up there is no better place than Texas to grow up in.

She felt lonely a lot and in these times she wanted someone to cry with, laugh with, cuddle and motivate her but she had to do all that on her own. She was not without admirers but they were all disgusting people she didn’t even want to breathe the same oxygen as them. As she sat in her room which was her whole living quarters her measly little flip phone buzzed. She just didn’t feel like moving in the Texas heat, not even to grab her phone. She noticed the number. Si her coach was calling. Wonderful.

“Hey Si. How’s it going?”

“Hey Melly. You’re supposed to be at the gym already. Where are you?”

“It’s like a million degrees and I don't have an AC machine. I am melting into my sofa.”

“That is no excuse. Do you want to make it in this game? You have to prepare like it’s life or death.”

She sighed, “Fine. If my shitty car can get me there I will be over in an hour.”

“Make it ten minutes.” He hung up and she cursed which took a lot of warm air into her lungs and she coughed. Bloody coaches.

Later that day, she had finished training with another rookie called Sheila as she was Australian, obviously. They had traded moves and she had shocked Si and the other coaches when out of nowhere she had landed a Roundhouse kick that had knocked Sheila out cold.

They scolded her but also she could see the light in the eyes of the coaches and the management of ACW or Austin Championship Wrestling to give them their correct name. This was the first time she had used the move outside of England and they loved it. Her dexterity and striking ability had always shone through but people loved a superkick or a powerhouse move so she hadn’t used it.

Bobby Houston, the head booker and owner of ACW, called her into his office. It was tiny, with a small desk, a phone, some papers and a very uncomfortable chair. She had just popped out of the shower and got changed. She sat in the chair and was combing through her long black hair as he appraised her like all men do. Tits are okay, cute bum, nice long legs, good looking. Like all men appraise every woman they come into contact with. Shaggable or not shaggable is always their criteria.

“Thanks for coming here, Melissa.” He continued to appraise her chest. “We have had a few people call from Dallas who want you to be part of their show. What do you think?”

She smiled, thinking of going somewhere more cosmopolitan like Dallas. Her mum used to love that show and watch so many reruns but to her it was more about getting some acclaim which vindicated her decision to come here from London.

“Oh are you okay with that?”

He leaned back in his chair and it banged against the wall behind him but he didn’t seem to notice or care. “You’re on a rolling contract, remember? It will be a great exposure for us and we have thought about doing more projects together so it is win win for us.”

“Why me, though? I mean, Sabbatacus is the star here so why not him or Linda Ronda?”

“They want a Jap. You’re a Jap and you speak perfect english.”

“I AM NOT JAPANESE! I speak perfect English because I AM ENGLISH!”

She stood up, infuriated at this racial profiling all the time. It was wearing her down.

“Sit down, Melissa. Please.”

She shook her head and stared daggers at him before slowly sitting down again.

“Those legs. Anyway, you can fake it, right? You’re Asian so just pretend. It’s like a month’s money for you for one gig.”

She just stared at him.

“Do you have a Kimono or something? They have asked if you do. Okay, am sure we can rustle up something. I have wondered for a while, what killed that glint in your eyes when you first arrived here? They don’t want some pissed off Jap. They want a happy, clappy smiling one to face their big heel that is getting some buzz.”

She decided to ignore the Japanese aspect for now. “I ain’t enhancement talent. I know my worth and I am killing it here and we both know it.”

He sighed and lit a cigar, puffing the smoke directly into the fan which then hit her face with that disgusting odour.

“Want to know why I am mad all the time? So many reasons. My heart is shattered and splayed out on every mat for the morons to devour week after week. I sold my soul to be the very best I can be for leering men and women who want to beat me up in a back alley because their fellas want to bang me.

You want to bang me like the rest. You’re all god damn leeches. I am some sexy cash cow for you and it pisses me off. I miss my friends and family. I miss England.  I do not want to admit I failed. I am in pain almost all of the time and you knob jockeys want me to get addicted to pills or drink so you can further control me. That's enough reason for you?”


He stared at her for a few seconds as he puffed on his cigar. He poured himself a whiskey, sipped at it in between puffs. All the while staring at her body and not her face.

“You’re a sweetheart. We all know it here. All the girls rave about how nice you are to them without asking for anything in return. The coaches say you just do what they ask and do it amazingly well. I think it is time you tapped into that. Be the person you are and not this beaten down version. Your heart is too sweet to die. Let it shine through.”

She rolled her eyes, “My heart is no longer beating. It’s done and please don’t give me that bullshit. I am not a sweetheart. Not at all. I am a narcissistic, evil bitch. I tried to kill my little sister not once but four times because she got more attention than me due to her aspergers. So do not give me this bullshit. You didn’t even have a response to the rest of my speech? Figures!”

He leaned forward, this time staring at her face. “ You’re a god damned sweetheart who wants everyone to think she is some sort of badass. In that ring for sure you are. Outside of it you’re not. We need a babyface for that match in Dallas and you’re it. Channel your real self and not this mask you keep portraying. Pack your bags. I already agreed on your behalf. The match is in three days so you better get going, kid.”

She thought about kicking him but even with her height and being in an enclosed space, she didn’t think she could reach him but she could slam his head on the desk but then she would need to touch his sweaty, fat head. She got up, kicked the chair against the wall and left the tiny office without once looking back but she knew he was staring at her arse.

As she drove home, in the crazy Austin traffic she thought back to his words. He called her a sweetheart. She hadn’t been called that in a long time. Was she a sweetheart or was she born incorrectly? Maybe the mask was that of the nice girl next door and the true face was the pissed off bitch that everyone manipulated for their own gain. One thing was for sure, when she hit that ring in Dallas she was going to knock that heel out and she was going to win and then drive to Boston and start again. This sweetheart was going to show the world you don’t mess with her more than once and she would be successful. She had to be. Ride or die, mother fecker. Ride or die.


The Sweetest Lie

Sitting on a hill in some barren wasteland in the glorious state of Nevada, Melissa Aki, was drinking her raspberry and cranberry vitamin water. Her face was damp with residue sweat from her bike and hike. She was wearing her classic pink aviators, her hair tied back in a very tight and high ponytail. She didn’t have any makeup on and her hiking gear was sodden with the effects of the hike. She looked down into the valley below as she calmed her breathing.

 She turned her head to the side and saw something growing out of the desolate, clay filled ground. Two plants had managed to survive. One looked very green and happy while the other one, a hue of light green who had seen better days.

“Nature is a wonderful thing. In itself the word nature and how we speak of it is preposterous. We act as if it is some other form of life or some errant omnipotent being who causes destruction and beauty out of the chaos it brings. We class it as a Mother who creates life but also hands down her punishment on her wayward children. This is not correct. We, as a human race, not the colour of our skin but an actual race of animals, we exclude ourselves from this viewpoint. There is us and there is nature but aren’t we all a part of nature? The way we see ourselves is pure arrogance and the sweetest lie to make ourselves seem stronger than we actually are.”

She held the two flowers in her fingers, careful not to pull them from their roots. She drank some more vitamin water and a slight burp escaped from her. She giggled. If only someone had been here to hear it.

“Like these two flowers, one prospering where it shouldn’t and one in slight decay, we focus on the pretty one, standing tall with vibrant colours; the wilting one we discard like yesterday’s instagram post. Yet, we do not see the roots underneath holding on to the nutrients from the soil. What is wrong with this picture I have created in your mind?

 The weed, the horrible, mean, pretty flower, is destroying and strangling the once glorious, peacocking flower from beneath the surface. The one you all care about is the evil one while the peaceful and happy one is slowly dying but it is trying to fight off that mean spirited one, her energy is dropping and she wilts in the hot Nevada sun.

Which one of these two iridescent natural beings am I in this story of the natural world? Go on. I will give you a few seconds to decide. Naturally, being the conceited human I am, you would probably state that I am the one fighting against this cruel being who usurped my position in this rocky clay terrain, correct? See now you’re wondering if I am the pretty one as we’re such a superficial race it could make you think that was the case too.”


She takes another swig of her vitamin water and smiles as she fusses with her hair coming loose from her ponytail.

“You see, myself or Marlowe could be either of them in all eventuality. I am neither, I am both, I am one or the other. You have already made your mind up about me. It doesn’t matter who I am to your own warped image you have of me. Yet, in this scenario I am the weed, glorious, self sustaining, slowly taking the life of the one who was here before me, taking what I want and diminishing you to the annals of natural history.”

Another smile, another swig as the water is almost gone, beads of sweat on her forehead. She then rips up both the weed and the wilting flower from their roots and tosses them over her shoulder.

“I have done it all, seen it all and heard from so many people like good ol’ Sam Marlowe. I can even guess at what she will say about me, what she will say about herself, what she has done before blah blah blah. Anyone can do that trite bullshit, you know? I can state how many titles I have won, how I am the greatest signing to Sin City in its history. I could talk about how I have only been beaten properly once. I could say all these things but unlike, Marlowe, I am not claiming to be a sweetheart, I am not claiming to live in the past. I live in the present moment at all times. You can live off the back of these so-called achievements but you will not use me to make that leap back into the big time. If you dare to piggyback off of me I will take great pleasure in slowly tearing you apart just like that flower.”

She crossed her legs in the lotus position and exhaled loudly, holding her breath and then repeating. Meditation was her way of controlling her mind from running away with her thoughts.

“You’re not the first returning superstar I have had to face and you probably won’t be the last. So many times I have signed a deal whether long term or for cameo appearances. Every damn time I am warned about pissing off some legend in that company or about facing a returning one who has the backing of the fans, of management and of my peers. Do you know what I did to those so-called legends? I broke them physically and mentally. I lured them in by allowing them to believe in the hype they had made for themselves by coming back to the home of their greatest achievements and then knocked them out cold. That’s what is on your horizon, Sammie.

Let me tell you another story. One that is even more apt. You see, I have faced countless enemies in my life who pretend to be nice and a ‘Sweetheart’ when all along they are conniving bitches like you.

I went to a grammar school in England. It’s not a private school but for the more intelligent of the local school kids. I was the only Asian girl, I was the only one who straight A’s, the only one who didn’t need a crowd of friends to be popular. These haughty, popular girls sort me out. I was unique. I was a born leader but didn’t need to lead or be subservient to anyone. They tried to pretend to be interested in the same things as me. Like football, wrestling, rock music, reading and writing. They called themselves the sweethearts of the school. I would hang with anyone at school from any social group. So one day they asked if I wanted to get a bus to town so we could head to the mall so I thought why not.”


She paused for a few seconds as the blood raced to her cheeks, not from blushing but from the anger of what was to happen from all those years ago.

“They were a gang of sociopaths and were jealous of me so as I had never taken up their offer to be a sweetheart. We missed the bus and I was thinking maybe I should go home or see my Dad at his gym. My Maki senses were telling me something was off. I looked at some cute guys on the road opposite heading into the park so I did not notice the girls getting things out of their handbags. Not until it was too late. They had brushes filled with razors blades and viciously attacked me all over my body, ripping off my clothes so they could attack me all over. I ended up unconscious and covered in blood. I woke to hear the laughter of these sweethearts as they walked away. I tasted my own blood for the first time and I enjoyed the pleasure and pain of it but even more so as my mind started to create ways to get these sweethearts.

And get them I did. One by one until I hospitalised the leader so they could all be sweethearts together in some hospital ward. So one day I turned up and stuffed grapes in their mouths and held them until they passed out from suffocation. I made sure that they didn’t die but those sweethearts never tried to hurt me again. You see, Sammie, people who give themselves a fake moniker like Sweetheart are always the opposite and when you face me in that ring I am going to take great pleasure in making you bleed, tearing your insides to the point where you have internal and external bleeding. Then I will knock you the hell out, wake you up and then knock you out again. This is not about a returning legend against the newcomer. This is not some Hollywood fairytale of redemption for you. Your story has already been written. The villain never wins in the last chapter. The heroine does and that's me. So good luck out there and I hope you give me all you’ve got but in the end you aren’t even fit to pull on my bra straps let alone out wrestle me.”


She paused again to collect her thoughts, this time her attention changed from the sweetheart to the woman she believes robbed her.

“Jessie Salco. I cannot believe you have the gall to say you’re spinning your wheels and the next minute you dared to rob me of the Roulette Bombshells championship.You were appalling on the X structure and rightfully got dropped into the pool but what on earth were you thinking? Did it make sense to pull someone down with you? That Roxi clown wasn’t even close to doing what I was going to do and you had to just make sure someone else was taken out of the match instead of doing the right thing. You targeted me for some strange reason. Maybe you knew I was going to take that title and your petty jealousy couldn’t handle that so you gave the match to Seleana. No worries, love. I am a forgiving woman. I will forgive you one day but in order to forgive I must have my revenge. I am a good woman. I am giving you this information ahead of time. Prepare yourself for the inevitable. Your destruction is my vindication because frankly...there is no other option!”

She walked to the edge of the rocky hill, turned her back, dropped her bag, stretched out her arms and jumped backwards as we fade.








19
Supercard Archives / Bombshell Roulette Championship
« on: July 31, 2020, 02:53:37 PM »
 To Bea Victorious

Melissa Aki was driving in her mustang convertible, with face mask on, blue tinted sunglasses over the top of them, speeding along the highway to her next match in a completely different place of work but as she did her mind started to drift back to Climax Control. She had been surprised by Bea’s tenacity and relentlessness to start the match and it had somewhat taken her off her game. This was not like her at all to be beaten back like some sort of mob but she knew she could beat Bea and one slight mistake from Banhart had given her the ‘in’ she wanted. She proceeded to take control and knocked the poor woman out. Like she said she would but that opening bothered her. Why had she started off the match in such a lackadaisical manner?

She should have learnt her lesson about her egotistical ways when she faced Amber and Seleana. Had she? No. This will take more time to iron out the kinks of her stupid arrogance but she will learn from it and improve. At least this time she had been able to push through her malaise and Makihouse kicked that prima donna who had no right to share a ring with her! She enjoyed seeing her eyes roll into the back of her head, knocked out completely, probably with a concussion to boot. Ending was good. Beginning was bad. She had to sort this part of her game out.

She turned sharply off the rampway and turned and turned until she was nearing the rest stop. She got out and started to pump gas into the car as these guys were looking at her. Long legs with a short mini skirt do this but she wasn’t phased by it as she started to reflect again on Climax Control.

She laughed to herself when she was backstage looking at the monitor, seeing what Amber had done to Roxi. Just to see how upset Kiera was somewhat justification for that clothesline which she knew was her attempt to show she was Betty big boobs, jutting her fake chest out to prove she has what it takes to win the roulette match. It was such an obvious play. Little did Kiera know that she was in fact a master of psychology and Keria’s attempts would only make it sweeter when she dropped her into the pool.

She knew that what happened to Roxi was perfect and she loved how Amber had done it but more importantly Keria’s mind would not be fully concentrated on the match and thus she had a way into her mind, to get that edge she always wanted and needed as wrestling was never purely physical and it was mostly psychological. Seleana herself had a wound and yes it will probably heal mostly by the time they get to the boat but she would use this as a way to wound her even more. A scenario of both of them grabbing for the title and her only way to win would be to dig her nails into Seleana’s cut, rip it open, make her bleed and she will lose her way into the pool. Now making her controlling, jealous wife shit a can over their friendship out of the ring was just an added bonus. Jess showed she was not at the required level to even be in this match so that was easy pickings. A plan started to formulate in her mind sio she giggled at the mischievous nature of it. She pllayed some Adelita’s way and rocked her way home.

X-Rated Pool Time

Melissa Aki was in a white one piece bikini as she opened the patio doors to the wonderful Santa Barbara sunshine. The thick trees around the edge of her garden,or backyard as these weird American’s call it, were slowly swaying in the breeze. As she took a few steps towards the pool we see a huge metal structure over the pool into an X pattern and a replica of an old world title she had won hanging from the beam in the centre. Maki looked up at it in awe.

Her sparring partner and best friend Izzy strolled out behind her, wearing a green two piece that worked with her beautiful black skin and playfully patted her bum. “You ready, Mel?”

She was still staring at the structure and replied, “I guess so.”

They walked up to the structure as Izzy smiled. “Come on Mel. Oh yeah are we going to start the fight at the bottom or like at the top of the X?”

“The bottom of it is the easy part, we will do that last. Let’s get to the top of this ridiculous thing and see what happens.”

Izzy frowned. “Why are you so bothered by this, Mel? Like literally nothing scares you like ever.”

“I am not scared of it but I know my limitations.” She paused as she continued to look at the structure. “I don’t do high flying moves, I don’t spin around the ropes because my balance isn’t what it should be. It’s my one damn weakness!”

“I can beat all three of these morons without even blinking but this makes things so much harder. You see these women are not fit to tie my laces let alone stand a chance to beat me for the roulette’s title but in this scenario it will not matter. One slip, Izzy, and I have lost my chance.”

“Is that all this is about? Are you worried about falling into the pool? This is not your usual mindset. You go into every match supremely confident you will win so why not this time?

Maki shrugged as she started to climb the structure and once Izzy got on the other side of it she stared at her friend.

“I aint scared of the fall, Izzy. Far from it, I will fall into the pool when I grab the title but do I have Keira’s life saving blow up boobs or Seleana’s bleached hair that’s so over dyed that it will keep her afloat and Jess well, who cares about her. Anyway, it isn’t about that.”

Maki was unsteady on the metal structure and charged at Izzy. They began to wrestle on the top of it and Maki got a few strikes in but as she went for a Makinoku Driver on it she slipped and fell to the pool below in a loud splash. She jumped up, wiping her eyes as the water glistened off her body.

“Damn it!” She started to pound her fists onto the water. “Again!”

They went again on the top of the homemade X structure, trading blows and this time Maki started to get her footing and was beating down on Izzy, crashing her head off the metal and then Izzy raked her eye and Maki fell into the water again with a bigger splash.

Maki freaked out smashing her fists on the water and the pathway around the pool, screaming to herself in Korean, a nearby plant pot got a swift spinning heel kick, she turned over a sun lounger, smashing it against a wall.

“I will never get this!” She bellowed. Izzy said something but it was all white noise to Maki.

She had to take command of this boulder in her way. Everything thrown at her she had dismantled, when she really let herself go and be free with the spiritual nature of life she could overcome anything. Balance was her enemy. It was why she would never attempt high flying, high risk maneuvers.  It wasn’t like she couldn’t do them because she could but she chose not to mainly because of one flaw in her design.

Izzy was shouting but Maki thought back to what her coach had told her as a teenager, “The roundhouse kick is so perfect for you because of your lack of balance.” This reminded her of what she needed to do. She needed to embrace her lack of balance and use it to her advantage. She knew Kiera, Jessie and Seleana had balance and had seen it for herself but they had never seen her attempt anything with the need to hold your arms and feet at a certain angle to perform such moves and they didn’t know how she would do in a match like this. Hell, she didn’t even know. That was the beauty of her; no one ever knew what she could or would do next. Not even Maki knew. Yet, she needed to gain balance or did she? A thought occurred to her and she got back up the structure.

“Let’s go.” She got back up and they were fighting on top of the X and then she attempted the Makihouse kick, which was not wise and she hit the pool again. She didn’t jump out of the water pissed like before but she slowly sunk to the bottom of the pool and sat on the bottom in the lotus position, meditating, as the bubbles of air rose up from her nose and Izzy was screaming for her. Her eyes were shut and then she slowly started to move up and broke clear of the water.

“I know what I need to do, Izzy. It is not about who has the best strikes, who can hold on or who can balance there and take the title. It is not about that at all! HA!”

“It’s totally about that, Maks!”

“No. This is not about who can balance the beams, who can hold on to the title or the structure as everyone will make mistakes in this match. It is not physical. That is where I have been going wrong. It is all mental and having a game plan. I know how to implement it and while they all think about the physical aspect of it I shall be mentally head and shoulders above each and every one of them because I will be using my great asset which is not a thot like Kiera, not a music obsessed Swede, not a brainless primadonna like Jess, I will be using my mental capacity to its fullest. That is how I will win! Let’s go again!”

As they climbed the structure again Maki could visualize how this would go, even if maybe she wasn’t chosen to enter the fray until the end she could see it all in front of her eyes. She could see the Bombshell Roulette championship in her hands. Sometimes it was good to be superior mentally.


A Deal with the Devil

Maki was in the bathroom of her hotel in downtown Vegas. She never could remember the name of it. It had like this mini pyramid outside but she was sure it wasn’t Egyptian owned hotel so why be themed like it? Anyway, she had just brushed her teeth and was now wiping the sleep out of her eyes as the shower was running, warming up to the level she needed it to be when the glass in the mirror started to crack. This did not bother her because this is what she wanted to happen. The demon inside of her needed to be brought out from wherever she was. There was something she needed from it as after all this was a symbiotic relationship. True, like a narcissist, she only wanted the demon when she needed her but then she was the one to possess her without permission so fuck her.

She took a step back as the face of Maki started to come through the mirror and then was free of the glass, lifted to the ceiling with her arms bound in the air seemingly crucified and tied to an imaginary post.

“The hell”, Maki Exclaimed, “happened to you!”

It was always odd seeing your own physical form looking back at you but to see it in a crucifix position was strange and unsettling. She walked back into the wall as Daniela smirked, blood falling from the lips of the pseudo Maki.

“What, vessel? Why so shocked? I am just hanging around!”

“Funny. So, erm, why are you in a Christ- like pose?”

“Oh that. Christ wasn’t posing so why should I be? He was being crucified and so am I.”

“Fine but why?”

“Managers, you know? Bunch of pussies. If you don’t meet a certain quota in hell, they like to do little things to you until they decide your fate. Mine is to be crucified to infinity probably with the skin of humans. I get some light relief when they whip me with barbed wire. It really takes the edge off. Anyway, what did you summon me for?”

Melissa stared at the skin flapping around which held the demon in place. She was sure she could see each strand with a pulse which was impossible. She knew talking and summoning Daniela was never a good thing but she might need her at Summer XXXTreme. There was always a price to pay when you spoke with her but now she is tied up she felt more secure.

“I have this match and I need your help…”

Guffawed laughter burst out from the Maki looking demoness, blood spilling from her mouth, her eyes starting to bleed black now too.

“My help. Oh now you need ME! That’s a rock solid six on the laughter scale around here. Oh vessel you have really cheered me up. It’s not easy being crucified for eternity. You’re great comic relief.”

Maki’s face screwed into a huge frown, her eyes blazing, she hated to be humiliated, unless of course it was in the bedroom, she was about to blast this stupid demon but then the thought occurred that Daniela could destroy her with mind control so she let it go.

“Yes. However funny you think I am I do need some help. I could exorcise you and be done with you but I do not because we both have one thing in common, Dani.”

Another laugh, “Oh yes and what would that be?”

“The protection of my body or vessel as you call it. Plus, remember, I have not yet officially sold my soul to you. I am willing to do a deal as you know titles are what give me life and it has been awhile since I held one.”

“Yet? Did we not...no I took it forcefully. Oh well still one for the quota. I cannot help you right now and nor would I want to. Can you not see that at the moment i am pretty tied up?”

Melissa rolled her yes theatrically, then pointed her waist, “The demon has jokes. Ha di ha ha. I am not asking you to win the roulette title for me, nor am I asking you to rip out their hearts. This type of match is out of my element. As everyone knows my lack of balance is what makes my strikes that much better but hanging and climbing over an X structure I could very easily drop and lose. All I am asking is that when it looks like I am in peril you take over to address the balance issue then I take back control again.”

The demoness’ head pushed out from the confines of the human skin holding her in place and stared deeply into her eyes. She then proceeded to let her huge tongue lick the sides of Maki’s face. She pulled back, grossed out by that humongous slobber all over her face.
“Eww. Gross. Please stop that.” She wiped her face as the Demoness drew back to her original position.

“What are you willing to do for this swapping of control?”

Maki sighed.

“You will not yet get my soul. I have decided that is too important to give up just yet. I need to cure this issue I have in this match so just think there are three souls to be taken and harvested, I think you call it or maybe it’s reaping. Imagine Persephone when you have three souls to show her! Quota up and you can be let free!”

The demoness seethed with unadulterated maliciousness. It then shrieked with unabandoned good humour before setting its peculiar eyes on it’s vessel.

“One or three will not make much difference to my supervisor, you utter shameless whore of abbadon! You want me to help you so I am free of these confines. You cannot see what is happening down under right now. All you see is this form. What they are doing is so delicious so no I do not want to help you and no I do not need to be let loose of these shackles. I am gone.”

Wait. No it couldn’t end like this. She needed her to keep her balance. Damn it. Dealing with a Demon always has to be so damn complicated.

“Daniela…”

But the vision of the demoness was gone. She really was in dire straits right now and all she had to depend on was her will to win to overcome such stacked odds against her. The one pure weakness she possessed and now anyone of those three opponents could use it to drop her into the water. She just hoped she had it in her not to drop but it was time to move on and see what that her killer instinct had to offer.

Xenataf Technologies

A couple of years ago Melissa had been offered a chance to invest in a company, truth be told she had many offers but this one fit her after many weeks of research she had found out they were a very environmentally friendly organisation, vegan and cruelty free. They had their fingers in many pies but this head office in Penn Valley was primarily focused on robotics and nanotechnology.She had found this very interesting and had never even tried to visit but as she was in Nevada she thought why the hell not.

For the occasion she dressed herself up. Wearing a light blue blouse, a black pencil skirt and thigh length boots, she had gone for small hooped earrings and basic makeup. Nothing special as she was here checking on her investment and wanted to be seen as a high powered woman of industry. She strolled to the front desk and a man in a blue suit jacket and jeans smiled as he greeted her. They spoke quietly and they headed to the elevator together.

“Tyler, you can let me see the sales team, HR, Customer Care and Finance. I will take a look at some of the projects later, alright? I need to see the real workers and on my own. I want to see what they have to deal with.”

“Fine. Fine, Miss Aki.”

“Melissa. Yes and I want them to think of me as a possible new recruit. Just learning about the company from each employee.”

She spent a good half an hour with a different member of the office staff. It had been quite grueling listening to what they had to deal with, the highs and lows of office life. The quotas they had to fill, the reports, the happy customers they had to leave with a smile.

She settled on a vegan morrocan wrap from the canteen and sat alone as other lunchers were staring at her but she didn’t care. They probably thought of her as one of these mega rich investors. She silently ate as she watched them, guessing what their lives were like, what they would be saying to each other. The gossip was extraordinary though she had made it up entirely as she watched the, eat, flirt, talking sport and shop.

She came to a conclusion about the people who worked here and it was very similar to her three foes and it was so interesting the parallels that she had to go somewhere quiet and put her thoughts to words and use her voice recorder on her phone. She found an empty stairwell, sat, smoothed down her skirt and pressed record.

“I came here for a very specific purpose. I am yet to witness the end goal of this visit but I have been made aware how the office workers feel about their sales targets and specifically Janet the new sales administrator. Now, she is of Korean descent like me, she has been harassed, demonised because she Asian, treated like shit by her co-workers. They believe she is the runt of this very special litter. Very similar to the way my opponents treat me in regards to this roulette match.

Pretty little Janet, so cute with her long black hair, her lovely butt and boobs, the way her glasses accentuate her looks but that's all she is - the cute aside to their team. One to be stared at and thought about as a purely sexual object with no thoughts of her own. As she won a pitch for her team Cameron the blonde with the fake tits took the plaudits when it was all Janet’s hard work. Do you not see the similarities between us? Like Seleana, Jess and Kiera. I am seen the same way. I am seen by them as the one that filled that fourth spot without proving she belonged in their company. I know because I have heard Kiera spouting off backstage that I have won only two of out three matches and I get a shot regardless.”

She shook her head as that anger started to rise in her. The way Janet didn’t. She could never exact revenge but Melissa can and will for Janet and everyone marginalised like her.

“I know Seleana is my friend and she probably thinks the same way and does not realise the derogatory way she treats me, like a god damned pet as I face her in the roulette match. They all have treated me like I do not belong in their company. Seleana, Jess and Kiera? Three damned losers who could never beat me on my worst day of all time. Seleana needed Amber as without her I would have broken her fucking neck!

I digress. See I do not want your pity but I want Janet to stand up for herself but being a Korean woman she has been brought up by men, she has been sexually defiled by men and manipulated by men to be this meek woman when inside she is screaming to be let loose and to show those cuckold twats why she is the best sales woman they have ever had. Just like I will show these moronic thots why I am the marquee signing to the federation. Why I am a household name and why every damn fan is excited to see me winning my first title. We Korean women have been put down, held down and made to feel irrelevant but not anymore. I stand with Janet and I will win and somehow hold on to that damned X and make my way to the title, to show Janet she can be more than the way she is perceived, more than she was meant to be. You underestimate Janet and I at your mother jamming peril!”

Her phone bleeped so she stopped recording. She headed down the stairs and a sign read “Robotics Testing Area.” She shrugged to herself and thought why not.

As soon as she opened the door there were lots of people milling about testing different robotics which included an arm and hand just walking across the floor. There was a miniature robot making apple juice, a food replicator machine bumping into people and sending them flying with perfect macaroni and cheese bowls. Maki was weird but this was weirder than she could ever imagine.

She spotted a tech guy who had on a lab coat with a massive name tag that fit the left side of  his body and he was waving at her. She strode towards him, dodging little mini robots playing hockey with coke cans, he was a small man of African American descent. He shook her hand and pointed at his huge name tag, ”I am Scotty. It’s Melissa, right?”

“I guessed from your name tag. So Scotty why did you wave at me and how do you know who I am?”

“You’re a big deal. Major investor in our robotics development plus we all have seen you wrestle.”

She placed her hand on her hips and cocked her head to the left side. “Okay but why were you waving? You’re not some geek perv are you? If I wasn’t married that’s totally my type!”

He blushed. “Er, anyway, Melissa we have worked on the technology we were asked to and over here we have your new boots.”

“What? I didn’t ask for anything. I will try them on but they won't attack me I hope? I have got enough to handle with three incoherent jackasses to deal with!”

He pointed to the red and black boots that looked eerily like her own wrestling boots. She smiled and went to a nearby bench as he brought them over to her to try on. Soon as she had put them on she tried to walk but was stuck to the ground.

“What the actual, mate?”

“Okay so you cannot move that’s great. I have the remote here so when you need them you press the blue button and then you move like this…”

Maki started hurtling, smashing robots left, right and centre.

“Whoa dude!”

“Sorry the green button is to stop. The up and down arrows are what speed you want to go at. Just try it but do it slowly.”

Maki forgot what he said and pressed the speed function but her remote was upside down and she whizzed across the room and then went head first into the open fridge freezer in the corner of the room, she was dazzled but her feet were buzzing and slamming on and off the floor.

“Balance is for losers. I hate these boots!” She held her head in her hands as we fade.

Cruising For a Bruising

“Does this even move?” Melissa spoke under her breath, looking around at the boat as she saw her mate Griff, Lachlan, then that thot Kiera holding on to the railing as she walked. She pondered dumping her over the railing but then she would probably fall into the sea which wasn’t even deep. She rolled her eyes again.

The boat was filling up with SCW wrestlers, crew, management. They were all having a good time and even Alicia Lukas was. She was thinking of saying hi to her old mate and warrior, but she felt unease as the boat rocked and realised that it was just small waves and they were moored anyway. Despite being told they had Vegan booze and food she distrusted it and felt more antisocial than normal. She scaled to the floor above and walked around the deck and jumped onto one of the lifeboats hanging above the sea below.

From her vantage point she could see Seleana looking gorgeous and dressed up to the nines. She normally would go to see her friend and have fun, but she had to defeat her tomorrow and thus needed to be focused and not to let anything distract her from the objective at hand. She had yet to perform her duty which was to film and send in a promo. She could do it backstage but then she thought to herself, hell she isn’t in the mood for revelry and debauchery so she might as well do it now.

“So, after some interesting matches since I have joined here, I am afforded a title shot. Some may be displeased at such an occurrence. Some may think I do not deserve it, but my body of work shows I damn well do deserve it but alas that is in the past and those achievements mean nothing right now in this moment. They will not secure me the title. They will not scare my rivals, but it isn’t about scaring them. I say all the time that what I have done and the reputation that precedes me means nothing but that isn’t exactly true. Am I once again contradicting myself? “

She paused, took a moment to reflect on what she said. It always good to take time, to pause and reflect as you bob from side to side on a moored hotel.

“Of course, it doesn’t matter in the context of the match but there is a significance to it that you, the fans, will miss completely. You see, I am already in the heads of my rivals like Seleana and Jess and then Kiera has been all over the place since the lovely Amber fireballer. Yet, Kiera feels it too. They know what happens when a title is on the line and I am involved. They know once I set my mind to a goal, I invariably reach it with the resilience, they wished they had. You see, like I once told Alicia, she wins because she has mentally defeated them before the even stop foot in a match against her, the same thing happens with me. These three muppets will act like they are a big deal because it’s all a front, they need to appear confident but deep down, they know and want to make sure they can drop the others into the pool before that roulette wheel lands on me because when that happens it’s all over them. If I am out first, then they will know the outcome only ends one way with Maki as the new champion! They are down there right now, secretly shit scared that I come out first. They know it and I know it.”

She watched the guests below, acting like immature cuckolds, wanting the attention of anyone that comes their way. Slutty girls with tits and arse hanging out. Guys walking around with boners. It was pathetic. Like, they didn’t even care that they had matches to prepare for. Some people just lack professionalism, she mused.

“Jess. Poor little Jess. I witnessed you up close and personal. You do not belong, honeylove. I doubt you belong anywhere but you’re far away from where you need to be to win this thing. You tried your hardest and still Seleana was able to beat you. Though, I bet Kiera was supposed to be your backup plan but hey she was too busy clotheslining me. I feel sorry for you in this match. Being so far out of your depth must be hard but take solace in the fact that now only will you fall into the pool but if you’re against me I will break your face before you even reach it and the stain of your blood on it will be down to the fact you made the stupidest mistake you will ever make. This is my title and no little prima donna wannabe is going to take my path to glory away from me. Attack my lack of balance but it has never been a hindrance and only ever has helped me. Think of it this way, Jess, you finally get a chance for the title and you fail so you get another chance and oh Kiera and Myself are included. Funny I have been here six weeks and I already have a title shot. How many times now and how many failures, Jess? Think that says more about you than me.”
The lifeboat started to shake because of a couple of fornicators leaning on the ropes. She hissed loudly at them and basically told them to, “Sod Off!”

“Super Thot shadow herself. How did it feel Kiera? Oh, I don’t mean about what happened to Roxi because who god damn cares what happens when little miss fake bitch gets her comeuppance. She deserved it and Amber showed why she is the future and I already know she is one hell of a challenge for me later. As I said that isn’t what I am talking about. How did it feel to clothesline me? I really want to know. I don’t want some false platitudes and bravado from you. Did you enjoy feeling up my collarbone? Do not make me out for a fool, Keira. I have known you and Roxi a long time and you’re both conniving little mother jamming arse clowns! Two god damn mingers that needed surgery to cover up their lack of fulfilment in life. You shot me a warning which is all good. You know I play the game like you do. All is fair when we are rivals and I can take it all. We both signed up for this and we both know what can happen. It also showed how dangerous you know I am. I take your warning a raise a boot to your freaking face you fecking dinosaur! You are going to have your head wrapped in a towel when this is all done, and I am going to take great enjoyment out of waterboarding you just as Roxi loses. I am coming for you and I so hope its me and you trying to get the win so I can maim you so not even Roxi recognises you! We do not always recognise our own shadow.”

She slowed her breathing. God, she hated that dumb slut Kiera! Sometimes she needed to not live on her emotions. She needed to focus for the last part and for the one she wanted to beat most of all…Seleana the Bombshell Roulette Champion!

“Now, as you all know me and Seleana are friends. I am friends with her whole family. Now this has brought the ire of that playdoh haired whore Chrystal. I don’t know what is more ridiculous – the fact she is jealous of me, her ridiculous dime store extensions or the fact she feels threatened by two married women being friends. Something is not right in Denmark! She is not even a factor but trust, Hilton, you come near me and I will break in your half and use you as a fucking handbag!

Seleana, let’s forget it all about your little trashy woman. Each to their own even if your judgement is misguided but then it always has been, hasn’t it? We are friends but have you ever had that warning in the back of your mind when I hung out with your family? Did you ever feel unease when I was playing with Lucy my favourite dog in the world? Probably not and that lies the problem. You see people through your eyes and not how they really are. You should never ever trust anyone and trusting me as your friend will only lead to heartache for you.

When we are in a match together, I don’t hold back but curiously against you and Amber I did. Maybe I felt like I needed to protect you. I don’t know. I let myself down and both of you down because I was overconfident and thought I could stroll in and grab the victory but what did you do in that match? You seemed to be the one no-one remembers from that match and you’re the god damned champ. I am Miss Maki Money for a reason, and I am not sorry to say it but Sel, tell me, sweet cheeks, what have you actually done to elevate it past the mistake of Candy holding it? Can you say that you will be remembered as champion? I doubt it. Like the match we had you were meek, and you were well hidden because when I ask people all they mention are me and Amber. Like, did you even participate? Now you come in and the odds are stacked against you. Look at this way, not only someone so quiet you don’t even notice her but you’re so disrespected by the end entire locker room and outside this match I like you but inside it I am going to rip you larynx out with my bare teeth.

You’re a waif and everyone else will be harder to dislodge but if it comes down to you and me you better known I am dropping you into that god damned water. Yes, you made a valid point about being able to Makihouse kick you. Yet, you’re so wrong. I can Makihouse Kick you and then drop onto the X quicker than your phony bitch can shove her fist up herself. So I would change up your game plan.

Yes, I may not have the best balance in the world. I may not like to do high risk moves, to be up so high trying to make sure I don’t fall in but when it comes to the crunch, when a title is on the line, I always find a way to win. Sadly, all three of you cannot say the same thing. Therefore, I am coming out of this as the new Bombshell Roulette Champion and there is nothing any of you monosyllabic, incoherent cuntrags can do about! Failure is not an option. Not for me. Not ever.”

She slunk down inside the lifeboat, placed her aviators on, her earphones on, the dulcet tones of Brian Fallon, filling her senses, telling her she will only Get Hurt and she smiled, it would not be her getting hurt.


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Climax Control Archives / Little Fires
« on: July 17, 2020, 06:37:04 PM »
 Echoes of Life

Life in a way has its own echoes of the universe withheld in it. You are constantly fighting against the grain, always battling to overcome it and then it attacks you, brings you down to earth and you realise you are a miniscule little human, following the same old narrative until you are awoken or woke as the kids say. You believe in this bubble you surrounded yourself in, to protect your ego to quantify your achievements but then you are smacked in the face with the knowledge that you’re not as good as you think you are.

Melissa Aki was musing about life as she lay in a swimming pool, feeling the hot sun burning away the last molecules of the water on her skin.

She had thought she would come into Sin City, blaze a trail, beat all comers on her way to the top, as she had done virtually everywhere, she had been. Defeating the former roulette champion had made her ego expand again. The match with Seleana and Amber had not turned out well at all. She was certain she could beat both of them, but she failed. She abhorred failure in all forms.

It had been nice to talk to Seleana, she thought, to clear the air after the match and she spoke with Amber too and after watching it she could see that Amber had star written all over her. She had been so ego driven that she thought she could turn up and knock out either or both women very easily, but it didn’t work like that. She was overconfident and it showed. Losses in life are about learning. You do not learn with victories; they paper over the cracks and all you do is build yourself up with no solid basis for it. She lived to win and to win titles, but it had seemed so far off that she couldn’t see a title again on the horizon for her but someone in the management circle must have thought highly of her as she has a Roulette championship match at SummerXXXTreme VII. Maybe it was down to her victory over Candy but she couldn’t let that opportunity slip and now she had to face Bea Banhart. She knew she had to take this match and win otherwise it would show she is in a championship match based on reputation rather than being one of the best newcomers they could have wished to sign. Damn that ego getting in the way again.

She may have fallen down from her very own pedestal but this was a time to prove why she was seen as one of the very best in the world and a victory as well as the championship match which she would be helping Seleana, would be her path to redemption. She would show why she has so much inner belief in herself. She would show them why she was signed and why she can and will be the roulette champion. It’s time for Melissa to break free of the shackles the demon Daniela holds her with and time for her to go all out, break some bitches, take some gold and prove that she is what she always said she was – a winner!

Melissa slunk down into the water, her legs resting on the bottom of the pool as she falls into a lotus position as the bubbles float to the surface from her open mouth as she meditates what is next for her life in and out of the squared circle. Then it hit her. Angel was travelling around breaking faces. She would call her sister and they would have the most fun road trip ever.

Sisters Aren’t doing it for themselves.

“Why are we going at the speed of sound?” Her sister Hannah asked.

“It’s the way I drive, honeylove, you should know that!”

They were in her road custom mustang convertible. Their long black hair was whipping their faces as they rocked out to some Shinedown mix from her Spotify. Hannah detested rock music and hung on as Maki zipped around bends, as she looked over at her sister.

“BTS not this load of garbage, Melly. Mind the god damned road, Mel.”

“This is supposed to be a nice trip to bond, Sis. Be nice. Nothing wrong with rocking out, letting the wind flow through your hair, having fun, enjoying being sisters, you know?”

“Do not for one-minute act like we are best mates, Melly. You’re my sister so I am tied to you for the rest of my life. Yes, I would prefer we were close but that will never be the way so stop forcing it. Driving in peace is what I want. Where are we going anyway?”

Maki lifted her aviators and stared at her sister who in turn gave her an admonished look and pointed to the road.

“Vegas, baby! The land of the debauched and the unholy. You ever been?”

“For crying out loud. Vegas? Why would I ever set foot in that cesspit of human dysfunction? I literally cannot believe you’re driving me there. What the hell!”

Maki swerved as there was some roadkill in front of her and as a lover of animals whether alive or dead, she really didn’t want to run over it.

“Sorry, Han. What’s your issue with Vegas? Anyway, I have a match there for my new company from there so thought you would like to see Vegas and watch my match, you know?”

She sighed, “Seriously? Among all the disease infected places you could take me in a global pandemic you want me to go and see you fight half naked sluts in Las Vegas?”

“It’s too late to turn around now. Han, I am sick of your attitude. You either embrace this trip or I make sure you’re the only model travelling by greyhound, okay?”

Her sister Hannah was a catwalk model based in New York City and she had this entitled attitude ever since she was born. It infuriated Maki so much that as kids she tried to drown her sister. Hannah was the golden child as she was an absolutely beautiful girl with serious mental health issues due to her Asperger’s syndrome. Melissa, being a dutiful sister tried to help this as she practiced her Makihouse kick on her at every chance she got. She even asked for a toy vacuum cleaner for Christmas and as soon as she opened it, she slammed it into the head of her little sister. Their relationship was always complicated.

They drove in silence for a while until Hannah decided to break it. “How have you been doing in this Vegas company?”

“Okay I will bite. I won my debut against a former Roulette champion but then I lost last week, and I wasn’t really quite myself for some reason but Amber who beat me is extremely tough though I do want another shot at her. This weekend I am in a match against a tag team specialist named Bea Banhart.”

Hannah digested this. “So, you have a 1:1 record. That isn’t like you. Usually you come in and win match after match and then come unstuck because you are always so arrogant that you will win against anyone. “

“Well, if you want to call me arrogant that’s fine. I am confident in my abilities. It was a triple threat and I do not like being in a match where I do not have complete control.”

“Melly, the control freak. Colour me surprised. Instead of excuses why don’t you see where you fell short? Examine where you went wrong and improve on it? I am not into this naked fighting but seems the most plausible thing to do. Like your football team Spur. You come back better than before.”

“Thanks for the advice. I shall take it on board. We will need to stop for gas soon. Feeling hungry?”

“No. I do not eat. Have you let her come out yet?”

“Daniela? No. She keeps stirring and asking me to let her out, but I do not need some messed up demoness to help me win. Though, it is only a matter of time before she finds a way to come out and I am in the dark void again. “

“Just remember that bitch wants to consume you. Beat that Bea chick and then sort out these issues with Daniela.”

“Okay rest stop ahead. Let’s get gas and a drink. I will beat Bea and when I do, I will prove I am good enough to win the roulette’s championship. Daniela can stay gone as far as I am concerned. If I cannot beat someone without help, then it would mean my time in this industry is done and I am by no means done.”

They reach the stop as Maki pumps gas into the car, she sees Hannah catwalk her way into the restaurant, all hips and little arse. Her eyes turn black and she cackles. She jumps in the car and drives away as the lasting image of Hannah mouthing “What the fuck” as the pump breaks off and gasoline spills everywhere, Maki long gone in the distance as the place erupts into fire.

Little Fires

Meanwhile in hell…

Two huge black masses were opposite each other and slowly morphed into disgusting looking demon entities. The one on the left was holding some sort of board and was significantly taller than the other. The board holding demon was called Persephone and the one on the right was the inhabitant of your girl Maki who named herself Daniela. They did not need to speak as they always communicated via telepathy.

Persephone: You’re slacking, Daniela. How many more chances do I give you? Look at this pie chart.

The piece of paper on Persephone’s board turned into an eight feet tall Pie chat in between the two demons. The key was full of the names under the tutelage of Persephone and their percentages of souls reaped.

Persephone: As you can see our target for this month is three point five million souls reaped or tricked into giving over to us on the date their human bodies expiry date is up. Mammon is at six hundred thousand give or take. Belphegor has over a million souls reaped. He is such a star. Soon he will be vying for my place and then I will have to kill him but for now he is doing great. Leviathan has around eight hundred thousand. Asmodeus our new starter has two hundred thousand which isn’t bad for a newbie.

Daniela: Where am I in this chart? I do not see my name or a fraction of it.

Persephone: YOU’RE NOT ON IT YOU ASSCLOWN! Your percentage is so miniscule it doesn’t appear. Forty thousand. Do you even work anymore? You’re sitting around playing happy clappy lesbians with that vessel of yours and neglecting your job! I am getting pressure from the top to set fire to you and torture you for eternity for such pitiful numbers. What am I to say my boss why my subordinate isn’t pulling her weight, eh?

Daniela: I am on a very important mission for the boss, Persephone. The vessel is a conduit for all the lesser demons to come through. It is vitally important work and that we keep the vessel safe. Did I not get Trump in America elected? Did I not get Johnson in the U.K elected? They have already sold their souls to me which is way more than the rest of the morons in your team. Look, what you fail to realise is I already got the Kardashians and Kanye’s soul. Even Honey Boo Boo I got and those idiotic dance mothers. I give fame to the ingrates of Earth and get their souls. I do not know why you’re harping on at me. Talk to Bez he knows what my mission is.

A massive slap from a massive hand swept Daniela off her feet as she jumped back up and snarled at Persephone who stared intently at her.

Persephone: I am your Satan damned manager! Bez as you call him is my boss and he isn’t happy with your output. You listen to me. It is not just your horns on the extraction table if you fail. I have higher bosses than you would ever know who I must report to. Plus, endless time creating spreadsheets and power point plans. If you’re not careful I will put you in a disciplinary. I have the time as its relative but let me ask about this mission. Are you even helping that vessel you’re in a chemical reaction with?

Daniela: What do you mean? Am I supposed to protect her and reap souls? They are not mutually exclusive!

Persephone: You failed to protect her and failed to gain the souls of that Amber and Seleana humans. This is dereliction of duty. You just crashed an automobile with your vessel in it which could have killed her which would have made her role as a conduit null and void. You let her be beaten without once trying to come out and vanquish them. You promised the soul of a human called Candy, but did you? Your vessel won but I do not see her in my ledger of souls. This all looks bad for you, Daniela. I may have to write you up and talk to my boss about the next course of action. SHUT UP. This is not a discussion.

Suddenly Daniela was hoisted in the air by these one hundred-foot shackles made from the skin of human beings. She struggled against them.

Persephone: As we must follow Demon Resources guidelines, you are suspended, pardon the pun, until a full review will take place upon your failure as a demon. Therefore, your vessel will be inhabited as a conduit and you will not be allowed re-entry into her body. You shall remain shackled until the review is complete. Of course, when that time comes you can have a DR representative with you but for now your suspension has started. Bye Daniela.

With that Persephone was gone. Daniela struggled against the bounds and became curious as to how strong human skin was. She just hoped her vessel would not perish before she had a chance to use that beautiful human body again.

Bea Gone Banhart

Melissa Aki had just finished her workout, striking the kicking back with all her might. She was covered in sweat and her one-piece workout gear was soaking through. She looked at us and then headed to the shower room. She came out looking a million bucks, in denim hot pants and “Maki for Routlette Champion” emblazed loose hanging vest. She had her hair in pig tails and was wearing fluorescent pink eyeliner. She nodded at us as she went to a seat by the water fountain.

“Things didn’t exactly go to plan for me last time out. I know I took it as an easily winnable match. I took Seleana and Amber for granted as the losers of this match and took my eye off the ball but seeing as I am already included in an insane Roulette championship match at Summer XXXtreme I must have done something right. I will not allow such self-destructive behaviour to cloud my judgement again. Sometimes you need a kick in the fanny to wake you up to your own shortcomings.

I know I need momentum coming into the title match against three very talented and hard to beat opponents. Do not think for one minute I treat Bea Banhart as just a warmup match for it because that is so far beyond the truth it might as well be in another galaxy. She is in a very good tag team with her husband after all but Beatrice it isn’t quite the same. You are used to having someone bail you out when you hit that period of the match when your opponent gets some traction and starts getting on top. You will be used to having this moment and then tagging out or a blind tag to give you time to get your wind back and to clear your head. You won’t have this against me. See one word that has been spoken about me throughout my whole career is that I am resilient. Another word used is that I am merciless in that ring and this rings just as true. So, while you’re wondering what to do as you cannot tag, I will be methodically breaking your beautiful face. You will get no respite. I aim to win, and I will win no matter what you come up with. “

A sweet smile spread across her face as she touched down from her cheekbone, to her jawline and then to her neck. It would be such a shame to break such a beautiful face, but she would always do whatever it took to get the victory.

“You may feel that being here longer may give you an edge, knowing what to do in any given circumstance but you have never faced me. I know you will belittle me, say you’re oh so tough and driven and I will be impaled or some such nonsense. I like it when little bitches like you think they can beat me, think they can outsmart me, think they have any chance of getting into my head. See its oh so damned sweet when that Makihouse kick connects with the bridge of your nose, when the crack is heard throughout the arena, when the blood gushes out, a lovely warm trickle and I will enjoy licking that blood from your face after I have pinned you.

Now you probably have done zero research on me, but I have done copious hours on you because unlike some jumped up street urchin made good like you, I like to make sure I am as fully prepared as possible. For someone that claims to be such a proficient technical wrestler you really cannot wrestle for shit, Beatrice. It’s like you watched an old Bret Hart or Ric Flair video and declared yourself a technician. Wanna know what I do in that ring? I WIN! At all costs. I strike and strike and strike some more so your brain is confused whether to fight or run away and then I use my submission skills to weaken your body until you’re ready for the final kick. That is the difference between us. I have a game plan and you just talk shit and bend the rules which to be fair so do I but I combine all of them. I get it you got a shot at the roulette’s championship in February and I get one at Summer XXXTreme. So, this could be a good barometer of my success, but I beat a former champion and I will sacrifice you to the roulette wheel. Do you not see why you’re in this match, sweetheart? You already have a hell of a tag match after this and I move on to bigger names to defeat than yours. You’re not an easy match for me but you’re the one to take out all my angst on after what happened in my last match. I say not easy because obviously I will outwrestle you in every department and I will mess up that surgically improved face but you are sneaky and I will need to be on my guard but please do not take this as me treating you as god damned equal – because you’re nowhere near my level. You are being put on the proverbial pedestal, just by being in a match with me I am enhancing your reputation. So, when all is said and done, and you cannot breathe through your nose you better fucking thank me!”

She had a far away look in her eye, as if she was playing out the scenarios of the match in her mind, every twitch was how she would get out of the certain basic moves of Bea Banhart.

“You have caught me at a bad time for you, Beatrice. Maybe if I had won last week, like I damn well should have, I may have made the erroneous error of complacency creep in. Now you face a determined, no holds barred, complete and utter bitch. I do not want you to see my Korean Warrior make up and think of me as some childish freaking clown that you can beat with your stunning backslides and abdominal stretches. I want you to face your fears, to see what is coming for you and one way or the other I shall be victorious and move on to my quest but if you start acting like a freaking imbecile, showboating about a stupid bulldog move like you’re Greg Valentine or something you will not only be disrespecting me but also yourself and cannot abide that. Let’s see how tough you really are and if that geriatric all codger wants to help, I will knock him out with no hesitation. Much like your grotesque husband. This is not a game and I can break every bone in your body and drag you to hell if I want but you’re not worth it. What I will do is stand the victor and I will not think about your lazy, entitled little ratchet of an arse again!”

She tried to calm herself, but those emotions always got her carried away and often to her detriment. Her mind raced to the match after hers.

“At Summer XXXTreme myself and Seleana, well, we will not be the long-time friends that we are until after it has reached it’s conclusion. This is for another day, but I will be in her corner as she faces this Jessie Salco uptight bitch. I hope she wins, and she deserves to, but my attention will be on you Keira. If you even dare to step foot in that ring, to interfere, to attack Seleana on the outside I will hit you so hard your stupid Botox will spill into your eyeballs! I couldn’t care less if you screw over Jessie. She probably deserves it, but you will not touch a single hair on Seleana’s head. The world of pain you will live in afterwards will not compare. Oh, I do look forward to smashing it up with you, Keira, and Jessie and Seleana but I am going to protect my friend with the best of my abilities. This is just a warning. Do not test my patience. I will destroy your many plastic surgeries soon enough. Just remember one thing: Never Trust Maki!”

She spat the words out venomously and pushed the camera away and we see the shot of her walking away from the floor.  

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