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[Court]side: Live! [Once More With Feeling!]
17 August 2018
The scene opens on a shot of Courtney Pierce’s face. She has a half-smile on her lips, and behind her the viewers can see the light blue sky in cracks between tree branches. As Court walks forward, the camera in the palm of her hand, the audience can hear the faint sound of the rocks shifting beneath her feet. She raises the camera up and winks at the fans before speaking softly.
”To those of you that thought a broken hand was going to be my bitter end, this one’s for you...”
She blows a kiss to the camera, and lets it slip backwards out of her hand. To the surprise of the viewers, the camera does not fall and shatter on the ground. Instead, it falls to where the audience expects the ground to be, and just continues its descent downward. Court, standing on the edge of the cliff, comes into full view for just a moment before the camera plummets down to a point where she can barely be seen. However, the feed does not get cut off at the bottom of the fall. The speed of its descent noticeably slows before coming to a stop as the it arcs and propels itself back into the air. Before long, we are hovering back on eye level with the Blast From The Past 2018 winner.
”That’s a long way down, huh? I thought it was pretty fitting.”
Gears on the drone kick on, and the camera tilts down to show the water below. Even from this eye up, the fans could see brightly colored floats, and several individuals that had already made their leap of faith hanging out in the water below. The camera does not linger on them for long though, adjusting to be back on the SCW rookie.
”See, debuting in Blast From The Past was a big deal. Making it to the end of the tournament was an even bigger thing. Beating Evie Baang, who happened to turn back up the moment that I was out of the picture… well… you get the idea… even bigger. People were waiting for something or someone to cut me down to size. People were clamoring for me to lose in such a way that my spirit got broken. They wanted to see an injury cause me to second guess this career choice. They wanted me to take a really long fall, and they were hoping that I couldn’t rise back up from it.”
She shrugs her shoulders as the camera comes a little closers to where she stands at the edge of the cliff.
”...but what has anyone done in my absence? Evie came back to fight the rookie daughter of a schizophrenic. Is anyone surprised that she won that championship? She is supposed to be one of the elite bombshells in this company, but makes her grand re-entry by taking on a newbie for the bottom tier championship. She came back to be a glorified gimmick championship. She had a great opportunity to rise to the occasion and reclaim the top spot in this company, but settled for being champion of the talentless. Maybe losing in the finals after all that double crown talk was just enough to shake her confidence and send her back down to the bottom of the card. Maybe all of her time away made her reconsider where she belongs on the totem pole. Maybe she is just happy in that Roulette division. I mean, there are worse things.”
Court’s eyes widen, and her mouth falls open as if she has had some major epiphany. She raises her hand to cover her mouth, but nods a few times like she finally put together the answer to an important problem.
”Come to think of it, there is the mixed tag team titles. Nothing says taking a career dive like stepping back to become a tag champion. Nothing shows the world that you are incapable of handling the singles spotlight like taking up arms with someone way more talented than you are, and holding onto a group championship. However, that is exactly what boring ass Mercedes “The Statbook” Vargas did in my absence though. It is slightly more impressive than Evie taking on a child and winning the least impressive championship in the company, but only because we are talking about a team that handed London Underground a loss.”
It almost looks like it pains her to have to say something nice about Mercedes, but she gives a little bit of credit where it is due.
”I mean sure, her she is old enough to be The Cryptkeeper’s mom, and is only half as fuckable. And yeah, she needed a big, strong man to carry her to a championship since she couldn’t win much of anything on her own lately. Despite that though, I think it was a good move for her. She obviously can’t hang with Mikah, Crystal, or this new group of bombshells. She can’t keep coming out every week and talking about the fact that none of us are going to break a record that nobody cares about. She needed something new, something fresh. Maybe being part of a team will help her restore some of her former glory. She hasn’t been worth a shit as a solo act post-Mean Girls.”
The smile on her face widens as her eyes become more narrow. She is clearly getting some kind of enjoyment out of running down the Bombshell roster as a whole.
”At least people like Kate Steele and Sam Marlowe went out of their way to make super huge returns last week though. I mean, without Sam, the concession stand workers are a whole lot less pretty as a group. Plus, she is by far the best at making those soft pretzel things. She is quick, efficient, and from the looks of her, not too expensive of a hire. Fans around the world that are considering coming to the shows can look at Sam’s presence as a bonus. With her working the registers, everyone will miss less of the show when they run to grab snacks. Thanks Sam!”
She gives a fake thumbs up to the camera with her tone becoming more and more condescending as she goes.
”Kate on the other hand, I guess we have to humor her until she disappears again. I would put her in the same camp as Jessie Salco, but at least Kate has the common decency to bail out after annoying people for a few weeks at a time. Kate comes in, makes noise, commits to some big promises, then disappears. Jessie does the same, but is more like herpes. Going away for good is just not in her nature. The only escape from her whining about titles, and losing every match that she is in, will be death. Hopefully hers, and not all of ours.”
The thought seems to link her to someone else that she wanted to make sure to mention.
”...and speaking of those that lose everything that they take part in, let’s not forget about poor Dani Weston. Although, I think that I owe her a bit of a thank you. See, rookies have been popping up all over the place, and taking companies over. All you have to do is look at Twitter to see that people in their first ten matches of their careers are winning championships left and right. Think about it, I won Blast From The Past in match five. I would have won the Bombshell Championship not long after if not for getting injured. What this company needed was a rookie to come into this company and fall on her face time, after time, after time. We needed someone to prove to the fans that what Fenris and I did was truly remarkable, and not everyone could have pulled that off. So, thank you, Dani.”
She applauds a few times sarcastically, and moves on from her fellow rookie.
”...and before any of you think that Crystal and Brittany are going to skate under the radar, I got a little something for them too. I have had more than a month to sit at home and watch them fuck stuff up. Crystal had three back-to-back-to-back chances to take out Mikah, and only managed to win one of the three. I don’t know why anyone was surprised, because that is pretty much average for her entire career here. That is just what Crystal does. She talks shit. She positions herself for success. She gets choked out by Mikah. Her Bombshell Championship reign that my deserved title match got bumped for lasted what, two weeks? She got back into contention, just to lose again? She won the battle royal at Summer XXXtreme, just to lose at the end of the night? I guess that kind of thing is genetic, given that Brittany talked all kinds of shit just to have reality bitch slap her too. It’s not her fault though. She didn’t ask for the bad genes she was born with.”
Court’s smile finally starts to waver, just as the fans were starting to think that there was going to be no way to stop the roll that she was on. She shifts a little on her feet before kicking at some of the rocks at the edge of the cliff.
”I really wanted to stand up here and give a clean sweep of the entire Bombshell roster. I wanted to be able to say that nobody advanced past the spot that I was in when I left. I wanted to say that nobody did anything interesting. That is just not true though. Apple Coren was the shit before she left. Aviana looks to be decent, and Amy handed Jessie’s ass to her. Cat Riley is literally the most entertaining individual contracted in the entire company, and Mikah has been kicking ass ever since her misstep against Crystal.”
At the mention of her trainer’s name, she appears to hesitate for a second. There is definitely some kind of sore spot there, but Court does not let it get her off track.
”People were asking me for a comment about Mikah all week. I guess that is to be expected when you make your return and immediately call someone out. I have been asked how weird it is to call out the woman that trained me in this business. I have asked what it feels like to know that I have to wait until after this tournament settles to be able to get the shot that I earned months ago. I have been asked if I am angry with Crystal for basically shoving me to the side and taking my spot until after I was injured. I have been asked if I am going to do something like attack Mikah in response to all of these ways that I have been pushed to the side. She even has some new trainee now, and no time for someone like me. No time for someone that she knows is capable of taking her championship.”
It did not take long, and now the smile is back on her face. She pauses after that last blockbuster statement, and confidently glares at the camera. She nods, appearing to agree with the words like she was not the one to say them.
”Oh yeah, you better believe it, because I know that she does. That is why she started pushing me away, even before I was injured. You all sat back and watched her talk so much shit about Crystal, and then school her time after time in the middle of the ring, but what did she ever say about me? What did she have to say about me when I stepped out onto that stage last week? What does she have to say about the idea of me taking her championship from her? Nothing. Especially not after seeing Fenris raise the SCW World Heavyweight Championship over his head. Blast From The Past makes one thing: champions. Mikah knows that it is just a matter of time.”
Court raises up her hand and extends only her index finger out to the camera before shaking it back and forth briefly.
”That’s not to say that I despise her like I do so many of the others on this roster that have proven themselves to be little more than a waste of potential. I mean both of the females of London Underground have been nothing short of exceptional, but they are merely the exception that proves the rule to be true. Mikah is part of that group too, but so am I. I proved the world wrong time after time, right up until the moment that I became the real number one contender. No tournament, no crazy bitch making claims, and no other female in this company can change that fact. Mikah is intimidated by the idea of facing exactly one person on this roster, and I am that person. The rest of you are little more than background noise, or a distraction. You are speed bumps that she is going to casually roll over on her way to a full stop against me.”
She laughs, but does not let it derail her thought.
”....and it is not about hate. It is not the student thinking that they are better than the teacher. It is not jealousy about the fact that she opened up a gym, and has some barely passable students populating it. It isn’t that as soon as I got good she pushed me away either. There is nothing personal about it. Mikah has the one thing that I want, and I am the one person that can take it from her. The rest of the roster went out of their way to prove that in the month or so that I was away. Well, I am back to fill the void I left, because I am the only one that can.”
She shifts gears a little bit, turning to the one person that she was actually supposed to be talking about.
”That void could never be filled by someone like Parand Ara. Sure, she was interesting enough to keep an eye on back when she was dominating Jessie Salco, but that by itself is not really impressive. She typically goes out to the ring just to prove that even the worst of the worst can pick up an occasional win. This is not a person that should even share the same ring as me. This is not someone who will be thought of as a threat to Mikah’s championship, or even Evie’s sorry ass Roulette Championship. This is someone that is being put in front of me so that the owners can see if I really am good to go. This is Mark and Christian putting me in a match with someone dispensable.”
She laughs, and follows it up with an exaggerated shrug.
”It has been a while since I have kicked any ass, so I am looking forward to it nonetheless. It could definitely be worse. At least Parand will manage to keep me interested, and guessing. There are so many other options that would have bored me immensely. I guess I can’t be too picky about opponents though, because I have a little time to kill anyways. I have to wait to get what I want, what I earned, and what I deserve. I have to sit back and watch another unworthy person get a shot that they can’t win. My time will come though, and it is going to be awfully glorious.”
She looks down from the camera, and over the cliff to the water below.
”You know, everyone rooting against me was waiting for Summer XXXtreme to happen so that they could watch me fall.... Never say that I am not one for making dreams come true….”
Court takes a few steps back from the ledge, and then gets a running start before leaping out into the empty air space between the cliff and where the camera hovers.
”See you soon!”
The camera spins as she flies past, and starts to plummet down towards the water. In the air, Court straightens her legs, and points her toes down towards the water. The people below make a rough circle around the area that she should land in, giving her plenty of space. When Court hits the water, she disappears in an instant. The camera zooms in on the part of the screen that she used to occupy, just as she comes back up from her descent. With the fans seeing that she is perfectly okay, the camera fades to black, and the feed dies.
