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Supercard Roleplays / 4:Lost
« Last post by Dreamkiller on June 29, 2022, 11:22:51 PM »4. Lost
What you do to me…
Maybe a monster isn’t exactly the right word to use when talking about myself as a young woman. A pre teen lost in the industrial hell I was raised in. Norwich is a shitty little lower middle class hole. A “workmans city”. It’s a nice way of saying it’s a run down collection of brick and mortar houses packed together really close. There’s the standard level of crime and stupidity. And kids, well we usually get left up to our own devices since our parents worked.
I remember walking the streets with my friends. I remember being out after dark and doing what I wanted. By the time I was 11 no one really cared. Except Amber. As she grew into a teenager she became more of an overbearing mother. Which seemed to work since our mother…
Well….
Our mother started drinking. Drinking to deal with knowing she married an alcoholic violent prick. Jackson, our older brother had taken off, the day of his sixteenth birthday he was gone. And Tasmin?. Well at 5 years old she was the little angel. And I had taken to doing what Amber had done for me all those years ago. When I knew the old man was drunk and raging….I I would take the bullet. But I was determined, I was sure that he was not going to hit her..
Amber and I were ruined. We were broken. We were damaged goods. She had never been able to connect with any boys and have a normal relationship. She would go for older boys, ones that were rough and violent. Often deliberately pissing them off and then when they didn’t hit her she’d laugh and walk away. I guess it was her way of dealing with it all. I suppose we should of seen it all coming right?
She became overly promiscuous as she got older into her teens. I had a different effect. At first. See I wasn’t the monster I am now. There was still some humanity left in me when I was 11. I was still fragile. I understood at that age what was happening to me. That it shouldn’t be what ruled my life and it just should not be happening. But I had no idea how to stop it or what I could do. I told no one.
Amber knew at that point, she knew it was happening but also knew she could do nothing about it. So I suffered alone. Never opening my heart or my memories. And maybe if I had then things may have been different. Maybe if I had then he wouldn’t have done what he did and I wouldn’t have felt that blast piece of humanity slip through my fingers like the finest sand on the beach.
But it is too late for that now. Once it’s lost it’s not something you can easily replace or regather. And losing that last little piece of faith. That’s what broke me.
Please heal me, feel me, kill me, it's not easy
Never run from who you are, there's no one that can run that far
Better stick around and hold your ground
Under my bleeding heart
Norwich England
15 Years Ago
Just a kiss…
It was just a regular afternoon. The sun had gone down, it was a strange orange glow going through the Autumn sky. Most of my friends had gone home. Back to what they thought were tough lives and parents who didn’t “get” or understand them. It made me sick, listening to their complaints. Hearing them whine and cry because their parents couldn’t afford to buy them this or that. Listening to them moan on and on about how cruel they were just because they wanted them to contribute to the household.
If they only knew what real pain was, what real terror was. How it felt to do everything right but then get humiliation and pain as a reward. No one knew. I didn’t tell them, I didn’t let them in. I smiled and gave them all nods of understanding. A hug here and there. A show of support. But now here I was, avoiding home, sitting in a park with one of my best male friends Tommy. He was a great guy, a good friend. He never complained about his life but I knew why. I saw the bruises
His father used to beat him, hard. He once disappeared for a week and when we next saw him he was wearing long sleeved shirts in the middle of summer. He rolled his sleeve up once, and his entire arm was a dark blue.He was sitting there next to me on a swing, his wavey brown hair dangling down over his brown eyes. A small smile on his lips whenever he looked over at me. He knew something was up with me. He knew that like him I found our friends' complaints to be comical. He knew I, like him, felt real pain.
He was my friend, a person that I used to laugh with, talk with. When Tommy and I were alone we could be happy and ourselves. But there was still that wall. One neither of us were ready to try and get over and tell the other what we really went through. The sun had almost completely gone, the warm orange glow fading into a blue and black. I sighed heavily and Tommy knew I didn’t want to go. His hand reached over to mine with a squeeze as if he was telling me it would all be alright.
I closed my eyes, I took a deep breath and I got to my feet.
As I want to walk away though Tommy kept hold of my hand. He pulled me back with a smile and into a hug. I held on to him tight. I didn’t want to leave and go back home. To him, to what I knew he wanted. After a few moments I swallowed hard and pulled away but then I felt it. Tommy’s lips met mine. He kissed me. My body shook and as I pulled away I shook my head. Why?. Why did he do that?
[color=violet}“Why did you do that Tommy?”[/color]
My voice was high and broke as I fought back tears. He went to apologise. He went to hug me again, I pushed him away and ran. I ran hard and fast. Looking back now I could of handled it better. I could of understood. But I was 11, the fuck did I know?. The only interaction I had like that always led to things I didn’t want. But that took the last little piece of heart I had left…
My heart lies bleeding in your hands
Time stops and turns around again
It doesn't matter what you say
It's what you do to me
Present Day.
New York, New York
The drive back was awkward.
To say the least. Trees, the sidewalk, houses and apartment complexes all whizzed by. But there was silence between them. Finns left hand was wrapped around the steering wheel, his right down onto the gear stick coming to a rest as he let out a small huff of annoyance and frustration. He hated driving automatic transmission cars and hated column shift even more. It was stick shift all the way, meanwhile, Kayla sat next to him, her black boots kicked off on the floor, one of her legs up and sitting on the dash as she looked outside.
She was ignoring him, and he was doing the same. The tension in the car was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Finn ground his teeth together, his perfect jawline moving as his eyes darted sideways to Kayla. Her arms folded over her chest, a leather jacket covering them, black tight jeans with pre cuts over her legs. She grumbled under her breath, Finn finally broke the silence.
[color= don’t know why you’re acting like this…”[/color] That was what he was going to say? Kayla turned her head, clicking her tongue and tilting her head, staring at her friend and, somehow, roommate. She shook her head and looked back out the window returning to silence as Finn rolled his eyes and groaned. ”Seriously Kay, it was nothing, she was just being nice.”
Kaylas nostrils flared, her arms tensed around her body even more as she slowly turned back to him again with a disgusted and apathetic look on her face. Kayla cleared her throat and finally spoke. ”Being nice? She was flirting with you.” Finn stayed silent and raised his eyebrows. He knew it, that Kayla was right. The woman at the restaurant was definitely flirting with him. But Finn gave her zero thought, and didn’t reciprocate. ”The way she touched your arm, the way she looked at you…and the fucking voice?” Finn looked over, Kayla sat up and put on her best soft spoken southern american accent. ”Oh my god I love your tattoos, what do they mean? And I love your hair, don’t worry hun I’ll get that right away teehee” She sneered and shook her head.
Finn on the other hand tried not to laugh as he shook his head. He was sick of this, and he knew just what to say to piss her off. ”I don’t even know why it matters Kay…we’re not together…”
And there it was, Kaylas mouth was open, thinking about what to say she shook her head looking over at him. ”Yes Finn, you have made that abundantly fucking clear”
He wanted to make her angry, he wanted to piss her off and get under her skin. But there was a look in her eye, it wasn’t anger, it wasn’t frustration. It was pain. What he said hurt her. He didn’t like this feeling, he didn’t like how she looked at him. He felt guilty, guilty that he would say something just to piss her off but hurt her instead. ”Kay I…” His voice faded away as he shook his head. He was sick of this song and dance, sick of this back and forth. ”I just don;t know what your game is…”
”My game?”
Her voice was sharp and pointed, she was clearly angry now, mission accomplished Finn. ”I can’t figure it out…in the beginning, you needed to get away from Billy, I get it. But now? You’re making enough to have your own place….but you’re always there..”
There was silence between them again. Kayla just shook her head and looked away. She had no idea what to say or what to do. Finn sighed heavily and shook h9is head, staying in silence on the way home.
Spin the wheel
”Bea, Ariana, Levana. The three names that have fallen to me since I signed my SCW contract.”
Her British accent makes everything sound more regal than it is. Her long hair tied back as she lets out a deep sigh and shakes her head.
”Since I walked in here I have flown under the radar. I came in, I destroyed Bea and then from that moment I have simply existed. Right up until I got into this match at Summer Xxxtreme. But you all have to ask yourselves, just how long will I be content with flying under that radar? How long will I be sitting back and waiting for the moment to strike and make you realise what you have to overcome? The truth is that I am the scariest woman in this company. You can keep your giants like Tempest and Lukas. You can keep your faded legends like Vargas and Crystal.”
“You can even keep your current day beasts like Roxi, Masque and Amber Ryan, whenever the fuck she wakes up.”
“You all sit back and shake, scared of what Masque might do, yet here I am hiding in plain sight. Ready to destroy everyone who comes across my path. The three who crossed me have never been the same, I scared Levana to the point where she has said and done nothing since. And now, I go into my first Supercard and my first title opportunity in SCW. But, it’s far from the first title I have competed for, far from the first big stage I have been ready to step onto.”
“I have won world titles, I have beaten world champions, I have been one of the best professional wrestlers on this planet for a very very long time yet I seem to be forgotten about and pushed aside. I seem to be a curiosity in this world. And why? Because I’m not fan friendly? Because I don’t shake hands, kiss babies and kiss everyone elses ass? I don’t talk up my opponents and give them a little ego fluff? Is that why?”
“Pathetic..”
“It is pathetic. I look at this entire company and the bombshells division and I see nothing but a group of entitled weaklings hell bent on being the lowest common denominator cookie cutter wannabes in the world. And that goes for all of my opponents in this farce of a “match”. And I use that term very very loosely…”
She steps forward, her arms over her chest as she grumbles and her eyes narrow.
”Four women, a pool and a ruleset that includes getting eliminated if you fall in the pool and ropes you have to climb and shimmy across. It sounds like the start of a girls gone wild video. This kind of match isn’t why I became a wrestler, it’s not what I enjoy doing. I enjoy hitting women so hard that their insides shake, I enjoy feeling joints snap. mI enjoy seeing the lock in another human beings eyes when they know I’m simply better than them. I have spent a career doing things to other peoples bodies that in any other way of life would have landed me in jail.”
“And this time, I have to climb ropes and avoid landing in a pool. What the fuck has become of my life? And this sport? But then again, what do I get if I swallow my pride and compete in this joke of a match? A title. A championship. One of the most uniquely volatile titles in, not just this company but wrestling in general. A title that means every single time you defend it, it’s in a different match. From the ultra violent to the obscure and unique. It’s…intriguing.”
“And I am all about collecting championships.”
“And limbs.”
“I destroyed Dean Matthews knee, I broke the “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones, I beat Jason Long, I have done so much in the last few years after so many people thought my career was done at the tender age of twenty three. I went from a child to a mature adult in this business. I have grown and become ruthless in my dealings backstage and in front of the camera. And when those bright lights are on and the crowd is hot there is no one in this business who is as good as me, no one is as hot as Kayla fucking Richards.”
“And I don’t mean that as some kind of bragging when it comes to my looks. I mean I am a fucking main evenjt star in waiting and if I have to shimmy my hot lil ass across some ropes and snatch a title to get to the main event and prove my worth then so fucking be it…”
She throws her hands in the air, spitting her words like venom before sliding her hands through her long black hair and pulling it back behing her ears to flash her green emerald eyes.
”And the three women I have to beat to get that championship should be worried. From the trainee, Melissa, to the veteran Mercedes and the champion herself Kat Jones. Tell me Melissa, how is that training under your big dumb fiance going? Has he finally come to the realisation he can’t hang in SCW with the new breed so he has instead decided to dedicate all his time and effort into training his bitch to compete for him? To live vicariously through you since he’s simply not good enough to be the champion he seems himself as?”
“Pathetic, mediocre.”
“But hey, whatever pays the bills right? Whatever helps his fragile ego and allows you to feel like something of a success. Success that your record shows you might someday be capable of. But sweetheart, when your entire identity is “Lady Goth” then maybe it’s time to go to sleep, wake up the next day and be born again as something and someone else. I mean shit, dye your hair black and slap a dick on you and it’s like watching a Goth promo but without the grace and charm.”
“So what are you going to do Goth girl? Hmm? You going to drag that fat ass up the ropes and show us all that you’re on the yellow brick road to greatness? Sorry Dorothy, but I’m gonna get you and your little dog too…”
She snickers and shakes her head.
”However, last time out it was entertaining watching Melissa make Mercedes tap. How did that feel Mercedes. Wait, let me guess, you have no recollection of that, or if you do we all have to sit through Mercedes excuse speech number 701 where she tells us all about how gret she was in her past and that everyone loses. And that’s true, I’ve lost matches in the past, I have lost vhampionships, contenders matches, and ones that hurt, alot. However you know the difference between us Mercedes? When I lose I sit back, I examine it, I study it and I make sure I do everything I can to acknowledge where I went wrong and come back better.”
“I don’t just shrug then go back to verbally flicking my own bean in public while being the record fact queen that still somehow gets all that shit wrong too.”
“But still, congratulations for making it into this match and earning yourself yet another championship shot. I greatly look forward to whatever boring ass promo you decide to put up to make people the least buit interested in this match or your upcoming roll in it as a place filler.”
“Don’t gorget to tell us how many supercards you’ve competed on or what kind of made up records you have in your head.”
“We all need something to clutch onto, and in your case it’s the past Mercedes. And me? I’m the future. I’m coming up on a decade in this business and I haven’t even hit thirty. I come from a family that has become enveloped in this business and I am the best of them all. And you? You’re a legend who just doesn’t know when to hang it up. You didn;’t hang it up in IWF, you didn’t hang it up in WWH or Honor, and instead you’re shuffling around SCW like an extra from the walking dead.”
“But I’m going to do you a favor Mercy…just call me Darylk Dixon, cause I’m going to make damn sure I go for the head.”
Kayla shrugs and laughs to herself again. Her lips curling up into an arrogant smirk.
”Speaking of WWH and the head, here we have the champion Kat C Jones. A woman who is a legend in so many other places other than SCW. I mentioned WWH and she was the world champion there, she was a big deal. From there to 4CW and guest spots all around the world Kat decided to grace SCW with her presence and in a short amount of time has gone right back to her winning ways becoming the SCW roulette champion.”
“You know Kat, I’d congratulate you on winning that title if you didn’t take it off one of the worst champions this company and that title has ever seen and I say that full well knowing Jessie Salco, Violet Holt and Candy have all held that thing within the last feww years.”
“But a name like yours could bring stability and respect to it. Much like others did for the m,ale version of that title Kat Jones could indeed become a name everyone things of when they think of the SCW roulette title, much like they do with Sam Marlowe or like they do with Amber Ryan and the bombshells title. You could do that Kat..”
“You have the past history, you have the chops to and you have the skills to.”
“However, you have so many other challenges to face. You have the stupidity of this match, the farcical nature of the rules, you have Melissa who is chomping at the bit to prove she is more than just Goth’s cum receptical, you have Vargas who is clinging on to any last vestiges of relevance she can get her hands on as she clings on to her spot life a child does with a candy. And you have me. The greatest threat to your title reign in this match. Cause unlike the other two, I’m actually smart. I know who you are, I know your weaknesses, I knw your injuries and your past.”
“I know the mental game with you Kat.”
“I know that I can’t sit here and spew childish insults, because they won’t matter to you. I can sit here and bring up your history with everyone from Chris Madison to Cyrus Riddle and you’ll just shrug and move on, I can point out that you were one of the reasons WWH was laughed at and ridiculed by the professional wrestling world and you simply won’t give a rats ass, hell I can popint ouit that you have spent the last few years ducking legit competition and the nonly reason you have that title is because you got lucky with the champion at the time. And all you’ll do is smile and look for a nice soft spot to hit on my face that will cause the most damage…”
“I know that about you Kat…and I know the only way I can beat you, is by making sure I break you before you have a chance to break me….so at Summer Xxxtreme on that disease infested cruise liner…I am going to break you…and I am going to take home the SCW roulette title…”
What you do to me…
Maybe a monster isn’t exactly the right word to use when talking about myself as a young woman. A pre teen lost in the industrial hell I was raised in. Norwich is a shitty little lower middle class hole. A “workmans city”. It’s a nice way of saying it’s a run down collection of brick and mortar houses packed together really close. There’s the standard level of crime and stupidity. And kids, well we usually get left up to our own devices since our parents worked.
I remember walking the streets with my friends. I remember being out after dark and doing what I wanted. By the time I was 11 no one really cared. Except Amber. As she grew into a teenager she became more of an overbearing mother. Which seemed to work since our mother…
Well….
Our mother started drinking. Drinking to deal with knowing she married an alcoholic violent prick. Jackson, our older brother had taken off, the day of his sixteenth birthday he was gone. And Tasmin?. Well at 5 years old she was the little angel. And I had taken to doing what Amber had done for me all those years ago. When I knew the old man was drunk and raging….I I would take the bullet. But I was determined, I was sure that he was not going to hit her..
Amber and I were ruined. We were broken. We were damaged goods. She had never been able to connect with any boys and have a normal relationship. She would go for older boys, ones that were rough and violent. Often deliberately pissing them off and then when they didn’t hit her she’d laugh and walk away. I guess it was her way of dealing with it all. I suppose we should of seen it all coming right?
She became overly promiscuous as she got older into her teens. I had a different effect. At first. See I wasn’t the monster I am now. There was still some humanity left in me when I was 11. I was still fragile. I understood at that age what was happening to me. That it shouldn’t be what ruled my life and it just should not be happening. But I had no idea how to stop it or what I could do. I told no one.
Amber knew at that point, she knew it was happening but also knew she could do nothing about it. So I suffered alone. Never opening my heart or my memories. And maybe if I had then things may have been different. Maybe if I had then he wouldn’t have done what he did and I wouldn’t have felt that blast piece of humanity slip through my fingers like the finest sand on the beach.
But it is too late for that now. Once it’s lost it’s not something you can easily replace or regather. And losing that last little piece of faith. That’s what broke me.
Please heal me, feel me, kill me, it's not easy
Never run from who you are, there's no one that can run that far
Better stick around and hold your ground
Under my bleeding heart
Norwich England
15 Years Ago
Just a kiss…
It was just a regular afternoon. The sun had gone down, it was a strange orange glow going through the Autumn sky. Most of my friends had gone home. Back to what they thought were tough lives and parents who didn’t “get” or understand them. It made me sick, listening to their complaints. Hearing them whine and cry because their parents couldn’t afford to buy them this or that. Listening to them moan on and on about how cruel they were just because they wanted them to contribute to the household.
If they only knew what real pain was, what real terror was. How it felt to do everything right but then get humiliation and pain as a reward. No one knew. I didn’t tell them, I didn’t let them in. I smiled and gave them all nods of understanding. A hug here and there. A show of support. But now here I was, avoiding home, sitting in a park with one of my best male friends Tommy. He was a great guy, a good friend. He never complained about his life but I knew why. I saw the bruises
His father used to beat him, hard. He once disappeared for a week and when we next saw him he was wearing long sleeved shirts in the middle of summer. He rolled his sleeve up once, and his entire arm was a dark blue.He was sitting there next to me on a swing, his wavey brown hair dangling down over his brown eyes. A small smile on his lips whenever he looked over at me. He knew something was up with me. He knew that like him I found our friends' complaints to be comical. He knew I, like him, felt real pain.
He was my friend, a person that I used to laugh with, talk with. When Tommy and I were alone we could be happy and ourselves. But there was still that wall. One neither of us were ready to try and get over and tell the other what we really went through. The sun had almost completely gone, the warm orange glow fading into a blue and black. I sighed heavily and Tommy knew I didn’t want to go. His hand reached over to mine with a squeeze as if he was telling me it would all be alright.
I closed my eyes, I took a deep breath and I got to my feet.
As I want to walk away though Tommy kept hold of my hand. He pulled me back with a smile and into a hug. I held on to him tight. I didn’t want to leave and go back home. To him, to what I knew he wanted. After a few moments I swallowed hard and pulled away but then I felt it. Tommy’s lips met mine. He kissed me. My body shook and as I pulled away I shook my head. Why?. Why did he do that?
[color=violet}“Why did you do that Tommy?”[/color]
My voice was high and broke as I fought back tears. He went to apologise. He went to hug me again, I pushed him away and ran. I ran hard and fast. Looking back now I could of handled it better. I could of understood. But I was 11, the fuck did I know?. The only interaction I had like that always led to things I didn’t want. But that took the last little piece of heart I had left…
My heart lies bleeding in your hands
Time stops and turns around again
It doesn't matter what you say
It's what you do to me
Present Day.
New York, New York
The drive back was awkward.
To say the least. Trees, the sidewalk, houses and apartment complexes all whizzed by. But there was silence between them. Finns left hand was wrapped around the steering wheel, his right down onto the gear stick coming to a rest as he let out a small huff of annoyance and frustration. He hated driving automatic transmission cars and hated column shift even more. It was stick shift all the way, meanwhile, Kayla sat next to him, her black boots kicked off on the floor, one of her legs up and sitting on the dash as she looked outside.
She was ignoring him, and he was doing the same. The tension in the car was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Finn ground his teeth together, his perfect jawline moving as his eyes darted sideways to Kayla. Her arms folded over her chest, a leather jacket covering them, black tight jeans with pre cuts over her legs. She grumbled under her breath, Finn finally broke the silence.
[color= don’t know why you’re acting like this…”[/color] That was what he was going to say? Kayla turned her head, clicking her tongue and tilting her head, staring at her friend and, somehow, roommate. She shook her head and looked back out the window returning to silence as Finn rolled his eyes and groaned. ”Seriously Kay, it was nothing, she was just being nice.”
Kaylas nostrils flared, her arms tensed around her body even more as she slowly turned back to him again with a disgusted and apathetic look on her face. Kayla cleared her throat and finally spoke. ”Being nice? She was flirting with you.” Finn stayed silent and raised his eyebrows. He knew it, that Kayla was right. The woman at the restaurant was definitely flirting with him. But Finn gave her zero thought, and didn’t reciprocate. ”The way she touched your arm, the way she looked at you…and the fucking voice?” Finn looked over, Kayla sat up and put on her best soft spoken southern american accent. ”Oh my god I love your tattoos, what do they mean? And I love your hair, don’t worry hun I’ll get that right away teehee” She sneered and shook her head.
Finn on the other hand tried not to laugh as he shook his head. He was sick of this, and he knew just what to say to piss her off. ”I don’t even know why it matters Kay…we’re not together…”
And there it was, Kaylas mouth was open, thinking about what to say she shook her head looking over at him. ”Yes Finn, you have made that abundantly fucking clear”
He wanted to make her angry, he wanted to piss her off and get under her skin. But there was a look in her eye, it wasn’t anger, it wasn’t frustration. It was pain. What he said hurt her. He didn’t like this feeling, he didn’t like how she looked at him. He felt guilty, guilty that he would say something just to piss her off but hurt her instead. ”Kay I…” His voice faded away as he shook his head. He was sick of this song and dance, sick of this back and forth. ”I just don;t know what your game is…”
”My game?”
Her voice was sharp and pointed, she was clearly angry now, mission accomplished Finn. ”I can’t figure it out…in the beginning, you needed to get away from Billy, I get it. But now? You’re making enough to have your own place….but you’re always there..”
There was silence between them again. Kayla just shook her head and looked away. She had no idea what to say or what to do. Finn sighed heavily and shook h9is head, staying in silence on the way home.
Spin the wheel
”Bea, Ariana, Levana. The three names that have fallen to me since I signed my SCW contract.”
Her British accent makes everything sound more regal than it is. Her long hair tied back as she lets out a deep sigh and shakes her head.
”Since I walked in here I have flown under the radar. I came in, I destroyed Bea and then from that moment I have simply existed. Right up until I got into this match at Summer Xxxtreme. But you all have to ask yourselves, just how long will I be content with flying under that radar? How long will I be sitting back and waiting for the moment to strike and make you realise what you have to overcome? The truth is that I am the scariest woman in this company. You can keep your giants like Tempest and Lukas. You can keep your faded legends like Vargas and Crystal.”
“You can even keep your current day beasts like Roxi, Masque and Amber Ryan, whenever the fuck she wakes up.”
“You all sit back and shake, scared of what Masque might do, yet here I am hiding in plain sight. Ready to destroy everyone who comes across my path. The three who crossed me have never been the same, I scared Levana to the point where she has said and done nothing since. And now, I go into my first Supercard and my first title opportunity in SCW. But, it’s far from the first title I have competed for, far from the first big stage I have been ready to step onto.”
“I have won world titles, I have beaten world champions, I have been one of the best professional wrestlers on this planet for a very very long time yet I seem to be forgotten about and pushed aside. I seem to be a curiosity in this world. And why? Because I’m not fan friendly? Because I don’t shake hands, kiss babies and kiss everyone elses ass? I don’t talk up my opponents and give them a little ego fluff? Is that why?”
“Pathetic..”
“It is pathetic. I look at this entire company and the bombshells division and I see nothing but a group of entitled weaklings hell bent on being the lowest common denominator cookie cutter wannabes in the world. And that goes for all of my opponents in this farce of a “match”. And I use that term very very loosely…”
She steps forward, her arms over her chest as she grumbles and her eyes narrow.
”Four women, a pool and a ruleset that includes getting eliminated if you fall in the pool and ropes you have to climb and shimmy across. It sounds like the start of a girls gone wild video. This kind of match isn’t why I became a wrestler, it’s not what I enjoy doing. I enjoy hitting women so hard that their insides shake, I enjoy feeling joints snap. mI enjoy seeing the lock in another human beings eyes when they know I’m simply better than them. I have spent a career doing things to other peoples bodies that in any other way of life would have landed me in jail.”
“And this time, I have to climb ropes and avoid landing in a pool. What the fuck has become of my life? And this sport? But then again, what do I get if I swallow my pride and compete in this joke of a match? A title. A championship. One of the most uniquely volatile titles in, not just this company but wrestling in general. A title that means every single time you defend it, it’s in a different match. From the ultra violent to the obscure and unique. It’s…intriguing.”
“And I am all about collecting championships.”
“And limbs.”
“I destroyed Dean Matthews knee, I broke the “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones, I beat Jason Long, I have done so much in the last few years after so many people thought my career was done at the tender age of twenty three. I went from a child to a mature adult in this business. I have grown and become ruthless in my dealings backstage and in front of the camera. And when those bright lights are on and the crowd is hot there is no one in this business who is as good as me, no one is as hot as Kayla fucking Richards.”
“And I don’t mean that as some kind of bragging when it comes to my looks. I mean I am a fucking main evenjt star in waiting and if I have to shimmy my hot lil ass across some ropes and snatch a title to get to the main event and prove my worth then so fucking be it…”
She throws her hands in the air, spitting her words like venom before sliding her hands through her long black hair and pulling it back behing her ears to flash her green emerald eyes.
”And the three women I have to beat to get that championship should be worried. From the trainee, Melissa, to the veteran Mercedes and the champion herself Kat Jones. Tell me Melissa, how is that training under your big dumb fiance going? Has he finally come to the realisation he can’t hang in SCW with the new breed so he has instead decided to dedicate all his time and effort into training his bitch to compete for him? To live vicariously through you since he’s simply not good enough to be the champion he seems himself as?”
“Pathetic, mediocre.”
“But hey, whatever pays the bills right? Whatever helps his fragile ego and allows you to feel like something of a success. Success that your record shows you might someday be capable of. But sweetheart, when your entire identity is “Lady Goth” then maybe it’s time to go to sleep, wake up the next day and be born again as something and someone else. I mean shit, dye your hair black and slap a dick on you and it’s like watching a Goth promo but without the grace and charm.”
“So what are you going to do Goth girl? Hmm? You going to drag that fat ass up the ropes and show us all that you’re on the yellow brick road to greatness? Sorry Dorothy, but I’m gonna get you and your little dog too…”
She snickers and shakes her head.
”However, last time out it was entertaining watching Melissa make Mercedes tap. How did that feel Mercedes. Wait, let me guess, you have no recollection of that, or if you do we all have to sit through Mercedes excuse speech number 701 where she tells us all about how gret she was in her past and that everyone loses. And that’s true, I’ve lost matches in the past, I have lost vhampionships, contenders matches, and ones that hurt, alot. However you know the difference between us Mercedes? When I lose I sit back, I examine it, I study it and I make sure I do everything I can to acknowledge where I went wrong and come back better.”
“I don’t just shrug then go back to verbally flicking my own bean in public while being the record fact queen that still somehow gets all that shit wrong too.”
“But still, congratulations for making it into this match and earning yourself yet another championship shot. I greatly look forward to whatever boring ass promo you decide to put up to make people the least buit interested in this match or your upcoming roll in it as a place filler.”
“Don’t gorget to tell us how many supercards you’ve competed on or what kind of made up records you have in your head.”
“We all need something to clutch onto, and in your case it’s the past Mercedes. And me? I’m the future. I’m coming up on a decade in this business and I haven’t even hit thirty. I come from a family that has become enveloped in this business and I am the best of them all. And you? You’re a legend who just doesn’t know when to hang it up. You didn;’t hang it up in IWF, you didn’t hang it up in WWH or Honor, and instead you’re shuffling around SCW like an extra from the walking dead.”
“But I’m going to do you a favor Mercy…just call me Darylk Dixon, cause I’m going to make damn sure I go for the head.”
Kayla shrugs and laughs to herself again. Her lips curling up into an arrogant smirk.
”Speaking of WWH and the head, here we have the champion Kat C Jones. A woman who is a legend in so many other places other than SCW. I mentioned WWH and she was the world champion there, she was a big deal. From there to 4CW and guest spots all around the world Kat decided to grace SCW with her presence and in a short amount of time has gone right back to her winning ways becoming the SCW roulette champion.”
“You know Kat, I’d congratulate you on winning that title if you didn’t take it off one of the worst champions this company and that title has ever seen and I say that full well knowing Jessie Salco, Violet Holt and Candy have all held that thing within the last feww years.”
“But a name like yours could bring stability and respect to it. Much like others did for the m,ale version of that title Kat Jones could indeed become a name everyone things of when they think of the SCW roulette title, much like they do with Sam Marlowe or like they do with Amber Ryan and the bombshells title. You could do that Kat..”
“You have the past history, you have the chops to and you have the skills to.”
“However, you have so many other challenges to face. You have the stupidity of this match, the farcical nature of the rules, you have Melissa who is chomping at the bit to prove she is more than just Goth’s cum receptical, you have Vargas who is clinging on to any last vestiges of relevance she can get her hands on as she clings on to her spot life a child does with a candy. And you have me. The greatest threat to your title reign in this match. Cause unlike the other two, I’m actually smart. I know who you are, I know your weaknesses, I knw your injuries and your past.”
“I know the mental game with you Kat.”
“I know that I can’t sit here and spew childish insults, because they won’t matter to you. I can sit here and bring up your history with everyone from Chris Madison to Cyrus Riddle and you’ll just shrug and move on, I can point out that you were one of the reasons WWH was laughed at and ridiculed by the professional wrestling world and you simply won’t give a rats ass, hell I can popint ouit that you have spent the last few years ducking legit competition and the nonly reason you have that title is because you got lucky with the champion at the time. And all you’ll do is smile and look for a nice soft spot to hit on my face that will cause the most damage…”
“I know that about you Kat…and I know the only way I can beat you, is by making sure I break you before you have a chance to break me….so at Summer Xxxtreme on that disease infested cruise liner…I am going to break you…and I am going to take home the SCW roulette title…”