2 years ago
Becky’s Journal
So the time has come for me to call it a day it would seem and while no wrestler ever knows when their last bout will come, tonight it seems was mine. It’s funny when I used to think about how I would leave this industry I always thought that it would be with perhaps more fanfare and spectacle than my career ultimately ended on.
So while it might not have seemed it to those fans tonight, who no doubt just wrote this off as another insignificant loss and to be honest I too felt that way as I took the long walk back to the locker room. But as I looked onto the locker room mirror surveying my newly split lip, I knew something inside of me had changed. Deep down I knew that it was time for me to call it a day.
Needless to say it is not a decision I took lightly, especially seeing how for the last seven years this industry has been my life, as I’ve moved from fed to fed and clocking countless hours training and traveling as I fought tooth and nail to make a name for myself and in pursuit of championship gold, which needless to say has always been harder in the women’s division and a challenge I always embraced, but as I looked at my reflection in the mirror I could see the fire inside me just wasn’t there.
This was of course nothing to do with the loss, as losing is just another aspect of this business we all learn to deal with, for whatever delusions you may enter this industry with about being undefeated throughout your career are just that, for sooner or later you will meet that one opponent who doesn’t fall like the others. It is of course those fights which are the ones you learn from, as you pick yourself off and work out how you’re going to redeem yourself, but this loss was different and I knew it.
At the same time it should equally be noted that my opponent played no part in this decision, hell I don’t even remember her name while out match was nothing but a card filler and hardly anything noteworthy, but when its time its time regardless of whether you’re ready or not.
So what now? Well all I know now is that whatever the future holds it won’t be inside a wrestling ring and while I now have the prospect of whoring my name out and living off past glories like so many former wrestlers. Opening sports bars while going through a well-rehearsed routine of trademark catchphrases and gestures or maybe attaching my name to any half-baked product that wants to associate itself with the Ragdoll brand, god only knows I won’t be the first wrestler to take this route.
Still as I told the stage hand who questioned where I was going as I headed out to the truck, my travel bag over my shoulder as I simply turned and said “I’m going home”
Six Months Ago
The container ship “Piper Maru” plows though the waves as the wind and spay continue to batter the deck as it continues to blow forward undaunted, her crew all below decks rather than risk potentially being swept overboard, were death would be almost be guaranteed within minutes of them hitting the water. The crew following in the tradition of the numerous sailors who battled these oceans before them and while this ship might be made of steel, many of the traditions remained the same, for like those crews the “Piper Maru” is also crewed by the lost and dammed, men who would have no life on dry land having long since cut their ties to any family for a place within in this maritime brotherhood.
While the ship’s docket might read that the ship was captained by the hunchbacked dwarf Uri, Uri knew that he was the captain of this ship on paper only, for while he kept the crew in line and handled the cargo side, this ship was very much not under his rule, for just off from the crew’s quarters and his own there was another room that all but a few were permitted to enter. These were the quarters of the true captain of this ship.
Sitting behind her large oak desk dressed in boot cut jeans and , her boots resting on its surface Becky busily taps away at the laptop on her lap, while off to the right a similarly dressed young Asian woman works on her own computer, her fingers moving quickly as she doesn’t even look up at the smart dressed man who now enters the room and walking up to the Becky’s desk now proceeds to sit in the chair opposite.
Becky: So you managed to find the office then
She says glancing up from the screen with a slight smile as she looks at the man known only as The Suit. Not his real name to be true but a name he’d been given by Becky, due to the fact that she had yet to see him wear anything else, but despite clearly being in his early fifties with his salt and pepper hair, he still looked good not that Becky viewed him that way. Their relationship was instead strictly business as the suit acted as her manager and general liaison for any of the numerous other activities that Becky involved herself in.
The Suit: Well when I advised you to invest in other business opportunities this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Becky: What? You expected me to go and whore out my good name to some half-baked idea? Pick up some easy bucks pounding jobbers on the dust bowl circuit?
The Suit: But a container ship?
Becky: This is merely a base of operations, the whole cargo side of thing is handled by Uri while in the meantime I get a cool office to work out off while the fact we are in international waters makes it the perfect place to conduct our more dubious business activities don’t you think. I mean as well the colourful crewmates, fresh sea air, interesting catering, let alone the as the whole cool aesthetic.
The Suit: Well as true as that might be I don’t think you had me fly out to the middle of the god damn ocean to talk business.
Becky: Okay, Okay keep your hair on and your right I didn’t bring you out here just to show you my new digs.
Becky now puts the laptop on the desk as she sits up, pulling out a drawer on the desk and pulling out a folder which she slides across the desk to him. Opening the folder he now see’s a number of black and white photographs of Necra, along with what appears to be a number of field reports.
Becky: What you see there is the reason I called this meeting
The Suit: Necra? What interest does she hold for you…I mean I thought you were done with wrestling, much less why your so interested in a member of the your former federation?
Becky: Well as you will probably remember back when I was with SCW, she was the one person I never managed to beat. True there were others who picked up wins against me, but she was the only one I never managed to beat in a rematch.
The Suit: And why does any of that matter now?
Becky: The reason that matter now is that for the longest time our good friend Necra here has been off the grid, rambling to the masses about past lives or whatever delusion she is under. That of course was until she recently re-appeared as confirmed by my good friend and hacker extraordinaire Conundrum here.
She says motioning toward the girl who only breaks from her focused activity to give a quick mock salute upon hearing her name mentioned before returning her attention back to the computer screen.
Becky: Here before you, you now have my reason for this meeting. For I want to settle this nagging score and cross another name off the s**tlist and to do that I’m need you to get me back into SCW.
The Suit: So you want to fight again? I mean have you considered how long you have been away from the ring, let alone the fact that you essentially left them in a very awkward position when you walked out on them two years ago!
Becky: And that of course is where you come in, as I need you to work out the logistics and get things happening
The Suit: So what makes you think that they will even resign you? I mean not counting you walking out, you still managed to piss off nearly everyone with your… shall we say open views on, well everything it seemed.
Becky: Which honestly makes me all the more interesting of a signing don’t you think, rather than being another airhead bimbo, acting like she is cheering at a prep rally. Let alone the fact that they know exactly what I’m capable of in the ring, surely the question should be why they wouldn’t want to.
The Suit: All valid points I’m sure, but seeing how your no doubt not going to stop bugging me until I get things rolling I will see what I can do.
Becky smiles as The Suit shakes his head, not sure why exactly he puts himself through these kind of frustrations, especially knowing the whirlwind of chaos that tends to follow anything that she is involved in. Needless to say he knows that her revolution will happen with or without his help so if anything he can atleast keep her on the right path.
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The screen cuts from static to show Becky sitting behind a large desk wearing a leather jacket and black offspring t-shirt, while behind her a large Anarchy A flag covers the back ground.
Becky: Greetings ladies and allow me to congratulate you all for soon you will all get the honour of being part of a tremendous moment of SCW history, for this week the Ragdoll returns home to SCW and guess what ladies your all get to be part of this match as well as the honour of being the first casualties in the revolution I’m bringing with my return.
She says with a smile as she continues to look directly into the camera.
Becky: You see in my absence the balance seems to have severely shifted it would seem as more than ever as I look out over the Bombshell roster I see a wasteland of airheads and bitches who seem to have taken SCW to be their own little sorority house while they play wrestling Barbie and using this industry as some kind of platform to further their acting and modelling careers. None of them holding an ounce of fighting grit that let’s face it the roster has been sorely missing in my absence.
She pauses for a moment and motions towards the flag in the background
Becky: Now no doubt you gals have seen the flag here and put one and one together and made three, but don’t for a second think that this is some faux punk thing like those fakers who shave their hair into mohawks and claim that they have always been punks. No this revolution is about saving the SCW roster by weeding out those fake ass bitches and giving the SCW fans a true champion to represent them, but less the bombshell roster.
Okay, Okay I will admit there are exceptions such as Vixen, Odette, my partner in crime Jessie and lets not forget my good friend Necra….ohh don’t worry sweety I havn’t forgot about you in my absence, but that is a topic for another time.
Becky now turns her attention to three 8x10 black and white photos lying on the desk, which look the same as actor headshots, only each one shows one of her opponents in this weeks match. Now holding up the first of these headshots to the camera she once more faces the camera as she continues to talk.
Becky: Veronica Taylor my fellow veteran in this match and while our paths have never crossed previously I still can’t but feel that I have spent the best part of my career fighting your clones. The uber-bitch which seems to be mould for every female wrestler who signs up for this company, so needless to say I’m going to take great delight in re-educate you and every one of your clones and what a real fighter looks and acts like, as while my words might be sharp, at least there’s more substance to them than, mere surface observations like we are still in junior high.
Putting down Veronica’s picture she now picks up Cynthia’s once again showing it to the camera
Becky: Cynthia Warren, wow just wow. I mean were do I start with you? Is this nurse get up the result of some confusion, in that you thought you were signing up for medical school or to shoot porn or something when you signed your SCW contract as honestly I just don’t get it. But hey you’re one of the new girls and there is time for you to still learn how we do things in this industry a lesson I fully intend on giving you for free this week, so if your going to earn my respect now is the time to do it, as the only reason you have my attention right now is because I’m still trying to figure this whole sexy nurse, happy go lucky thing you have out.
Tossing the picture aside she now picks up the last of the headshots, holding it up to the camera the same as before.
Becky: Electra Styles now again your one of the new girls, but you are also the first girl in this match to have her say and I like the spunk that it take to get out there and announce your arrival. Now I know that you might not be newcomer to this industry, but just like myself and Veronica you too are nothing but unproven talent, so I look forward to seeing if your reputation lives up the way you’re selling it.
Tossing the photo aside with the other Becky pauses for a moment as a slight smile remains on her lips as continues to look directly into the camera
Becky: I guess there is nothing left to do now but wait until they ring the bell and allows us to unleash all this pent up frustration, as I don’t know about you three, but right now I’m chomping at the bit to get back out there, especially as none of you have had the chance to face me in the ring and learn first-hand what I’m willing to do to claim my rightful place at the top of this company, for if my body with its patchwork of scar tissue and stitches doesn’t show that I’m willing to do anything, soon you will learn just like those who fell before you exactly what happen when you cross me.
So ladies guess there is little else for me to say but….come out and play!!
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