Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 18:19:51 GMT -5
~~The PrincessTwilightSexyFang podcast, as viewed on hotgoths.fuckyeah~~
Sooooooooooooooooooooooo I need to double down on something.
Ready for this?
Great!
The business of fighting arts in 2017 is not just about hitting people over and over until they can’t answer a 10-count, okay? It’s not JUST about about making people tap out in Fujiwara arm bars or overly complicated royal octopus stretches like I and Mil are working on. YES, it is THE most important thing. YES, winning matches is THE main reason why we are in this business. But! Oh, holy hell BUT! If we are fighting in front of NO ONE...if the seats are EMPTY...then what the fuck are we even fighting for? Right?!
Check this: Everywhere I go...I sell out. Legit. I am winding down my whole “world tour” dealio thing, only taking a few dates outside of my “main” three or so feds, but everywhere I have gone for the last six months has been in front of full audiences who know who and what I am. And while there are SOME people who only skim things or fast-forward through pieces and think that all I do is say “OMGFIRERULES” every video, the reality is that I produce high-quality pieces with a shockingly diverse array of styles which bring focus, attendance, and “eyeballs” into my matches specifically and companies overall.
Know who DOESN’T do the same thing because she NEVER seems to get promotional videos up in time and totes makes excuses?
No, not Sams!
Crystal!
Heh...this ought to make Kate “Lard Butt” Steele happy…
Here’s the dealio, Crystal: Several months ago, I made my position known about how the singles champs in LAW (well...minus Etsuko...I kinda dig her) seem to do so little work in this company that they should be ashamed of themselves. And I mean “crying to the Cure while I look in the mirror and eat an entire pizza in one shot” type of shame. And ever since I spoke out against the trio of suckatude that is Tolson/Reilly/Smyth, I have gotten all KINDS of heat. Because, apparently, someone on the roster saying “Hey, how come shit gets to be shit and stay the highest paid people?” is a BAD thing in this business. But whatev! Smyth steps up when she cares to (after 70 days!) and Tolson is dropping that title in the main event to someone who actually does their job in a couple days. But Reilly?
You beat her.
And then you haven’t done shit since.
Because, that’s what happens, right? You become a singles champ here and then figure you can cut your promotional production in half. “BUT I STILL BRINGS IT IN MY MATCHES.” Except you don’t. No promotional begats your head not in the game begats taking Ls.
And this week?
Both you and that broken crybaby showed how useless you are while I prove...again...why I am the hottest commodity in this company.
Now by all means, jump on Twitter for five seconds to say something dumb like “You suck!” and go hide because you don’t actually have anything to contribute to this company or business.
Tick tock, Hilton. The Marquee gets rewritten soon.
Or, if I was you, the “amrquee.”
Fuck, you suck at life.
~~Thursday, September 28th, 2017~~
Dubai, India
Sarah had inhaled a cigarette on the balcony to calm her nerves and was now seated across from Kenzi, the two wives sitting on a blanket laid out on the hotel room floor. They were freshly showered from their adventures in the city of Dubai and changed into sleeping wear.
“I’m ready to talk, if you are.”
Kenzi had nearly forgotten about the ominous promise of a serious talk. They had had such a good time that all thoughts of trouble between them had all but evaporated.
"Of course Baby!"
She reached out taking Sarah by her hand, kissing it, then holding it tightly.
“Jacob was my best friend from a young age. I don’t remember when we first met, but I know we were little. Toddlers, probably. His father was an accountant for the compound, and a pretty important one, at that. He was cool with me from day one. Never laughed at my eyes, never questioned my hair.”
She pauses.
“You know how rare and important that is to me.”
She shrugs.
“We went everywhere together. We went on adventures in the forest, throughout the manor. We played games, played dress up. He was the knight saving poor Rapunzel locked in her tower.”
She shrugs again.
“It was only natural that our relationship would deepen as we got older, as hormones started to race. He was my first kiss when we were twelve. My first lover later on. We lifted weights together, under the eye of my father. He played football while I cheered in high school. We studied together. I would be lying if I said I did not love him when we were fifteen, or at least as much as a fifteen year old CAN love. We grew apart once I started training to be a wrestler with Nikita. And a once inseparable friendship became texts and phone calls as I traveled with Father during his final run last year.”
She licks her lips.
“I trusted him with the world. He knows me and my secrets better than the next three people combined, outside of you. And when your mother entered our lives, I put on that smile of positivity for you, because I do indeed desperately want the three of us to be happy and have that mother-daughter relationship that no one involved has had, I also hedged my bets. Father taught me to never trust the surface and always dig deep for trust, so I needed someone on the inside. I needed someone who could be privy to information that I otherwise would never hear. And I entrusted that task to Jacob because I could trust no one else with it.”
Her eyes glaze with tears.
“I have apologized in every way conceivable for not clueing you in on my plan, and I hope that my actions since then have shown you that not only am I wholly devoted to you, but that I want your knowledge and input on every facet of my life. Does this all make sense, so far?”
Kenzi couldn't help but to frown at the memory of that time and finding out the truth of their relationship.
"I understand, and it makes sense Selena, but you have to understand that not telling me about your prior relationship with Jacob was like lying to me. Also, you took away any chance that I might have been able to be objective about Jacob. Do you know how demeaning it was for me to find out that a man living under my roof had been intimate with my wife?"
Kenzi shook her head.
"What must he have been thinking with the two of us, carrying on right in front of him like that? At best, we were nymphomaniacs...at worse we were a couple of whores!"
Kenzi squeezed her hand.
"It bothered me, but I know your heart, that is all that matters."
She rolled her eyes.
"Who knows what Jacob was thinking!"
Sarah freezes. She was pretty sure what he was thinking, now.
"Something happened."
She licks her lips again.
"I haven't told you...because judging by your 'training session with him,' I might well be hiding you from the authorities."
She gulps as she looks at the look of concern on Kenzi's face. She blurts put the truth in a rush of words.
"He tried to rape me on Saturday."
She shakes as the words pour out.
"I was in my study, looking over my notes for the sermon in Mother's square. He came in and I sent the guards on duty away. We had not seen each other in weeks. I have him a hug...but something was wrong. I could feel it. I pulled away to ask if he was okay...and then kissed me. Pulled me in and forced his lips to mine. I fought like mad and when I was able to pull away from him, I slapped him so hard that if felt like I broke my hand. I screamed at him. 'What the hell are you doing? I am a married woman.' He didn't say a word. He just stood there."
Sarah looks down at her and Kenzi's hands.
"Next thing I know, we are on the floor."
Her voice breaks as her hands shake violently.
"I couldn't breathe, couldn't see. He had his forearm jammed into my head and was tearing at my dress. He was just so HEAVY. I screamed for help but none came. Luckily, his finger strayed and I bit down on it so hard that I tasted blood. He howled in pain and got off me. I got up and ran."
She shakes her head, a tear falling.
"I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even think. But I ran straight into a servant and they knew something was wrong."
She shakes her head.
"The guards never found him. I have no idea where he is."
She looks up and her cheeks are wet.
"I have had nightmares since. Every time I close my eyes. I didn't tell you right away because I know you, and I know you would have dropped everything to find and kill him. But I need to know WHY my childhood best friend attacked me."
Kenzi is dumbfounded by the revelation. She had been angry to find out that Sarah had not told her about her prior sexual relationship with Jacob…but this…this was on an entirely different level.
“Wait…did you say Saturday?”
She thought that she wasn’t hearing Sarah right.
“This happened last Saturday?”
Kenzi got up and rage poured into her like water rushing into fill an empty cup. She stared down at Sarah, blinking. She didn’t want to be angry with her, but this was nearly a week later. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms so hard that she knew they would bleed. She let out a hard sigh
“I don’t understand…why did you wait to tell me? He tried to rape you! The guards…the police…they ask him why after they catch him…why do you care why? What the fuck Sarah?! You want to tell me because I’d be mad? Do you think I am MORE or LESS angry now?!”
She stormed out to the balcony, grabbing the railing as she screamed so loud and so long that she thought her lungs might burst. She rocked back and forth, squeezing the railing as she tried to collect herself. A feeling of hopelessness making her even angrier. Sarah can't even look at Kenzi as she rages. Not a single word she said was wrong. She flinches as Kenzi screams on the balcony and then gets to her feet to follow.
"I don't know, Beloved. I...I haven't been able to think straight. I..." She pauses, licking her lips. "Would you or would you not have murdered him on sight?"
Kenzi shudders as she shakes her head. The answer to that question was very clear, but there was so much more to all of this that she just wasn’t getting.
“Baby…yes…no…maybe, I DON’T KNOW! But look where we are? Look at what we’ve been doing since that day! THIS ISN’T RIGHT BABY, IT’S NOT!”
She turned to look out over the city, her face hot with rage…and colored with something else. She looked down at her hands.
“I told you about Tammi…I told you how I locked myself in my Gram’s room. I was a scared little rabbit…and I felt powerless to do anything Selena. Do you know how it feels?”
She looked at her and shrugged.
“I guess you do now.”
She sighed.
“I have felt powerless for the last eleven years…living in fear for what I could and should have done. Told my Gram, told my mother, told his mother…the fucking police! I should have done something more! I was right there…that night, I should have done something!”
She turned to Sarah, her eyes swollen and red, but no tears fell.
“The longer it went…the easier it was for me to do and say nothing. The easier it became for others to do and say nothing. I know you told your guards…I know they are doing what they can, but I’m your wife! Doesn’t that mean something to you? YES! I’M FURIOUS, I’D KILL HIM IF I COULD, but…you wait for days and now carry me halfway around the world where I am even MORE powerless to do anything? FUCK!!”
Kenzi knew the reason she had waited and it did make perfect sense, but it also hurt in a way that made her angry at Sarah…and she was the last person she should have been upset with. Kenzi turned and put her arms around Sarah, pressing their heads together.
“They will get him…then you will get your answers. But…you can’t keep things from me…you can’t keep eroding the faith I put in you. You know how I was at first…it was trust…and now I trust you with my life…but you don’t trust in us. That hurts Selena…that hurts me so much!”
Sarah closes her eyes as they press their foreheads together, a gesture of intimacy between them from nearly the beginning. Kenzi's rage, a rage she was wholly justified in, made her forehead seem searing.
"I know...I'm sorry...I..." She chokes in a sob as fresh tears fall. "...I'm a terrible wife..."
Kenzi ran her fingers through those platinum locks, pulling her in close so that she could capture her lips and part them as she expressed her love for Sarah. She pulled back, leaving their head together as she spoke.
“You’re a good wife…you just didn’t want me going off to jail. I understand that, but we are a team…in life, what affects you, affects me. We can’t hide things from each other, we have to trust that we are stronger together than apart.”
She kissed her again.
“I love you…now…let’s get the next flight back and go find this piece of shit!”
Sarah nods but was still shaking. There was one more thing.
"I met with your mother yesterday. I gave her one final chance to be a part of our family. To be our mother and the grandmother of our future children."
She pauses.
"She refused. I have fired her as our advocate and told her that she would never again be welcome in our house."
She pauses, breathing hard.
"And so that she never digs at us or our union by uttering his name ever again...I told her."
"Before me...wow!"
Kenzi retreats back a bit. This just kept getting shittier and shittier. She ran her hands over her face.
"So...did she laugh in your face? Did she tell you that you got what you deserved?"
It was typical, and another reason to hate her. Sarah shrugs and hugs herself.
"Didn't believe me at first. I don't think anyway. But after I made it clear what happened, she didn't say anything. Just left when I asked her to."
She pauses, thinking back to this morning.
"Though, I think she is worried. Not for my sake, mind you. Her hate for me is clear. But no gloating. No proclamations of victory. Truth be told, I was surprised in the end by her reaction."
Kenzi was silent as she turned her mind back to this morning and her mother’s cryptic text to Sarah, asking her if she was okay. It seemed out of place…terribly out of place for her. It did seem for all the world to her that Sid was being genuine, but after all they had been put through, maybe that was an act as well. They had discovered that she had been the one prolonging the annulment, so her position on things was clear…weren’t they Regardless, Sarah had made up her mind on the subject, so Kenzi pushed it to the back of her own. The bottom line was that they need to get back to the States and figured this out…together.
“Let’s get back…”
Kenzi watched her lover’s eyes for a moment, then leaned in and captured those lips again, this time she let herself be more aggressive, pouring more of her love and passion into the kiss. Her hands roamed over his lover’s body, slowly undressing her...eyes never leaving one another.
“You’re mines forever…forever and ever.”
~~Saturday, October 7th, 2017~~
“You know what this is, Gabby?”
The Londoner accent of Sarah Lacklan brings in the focus of a metal structure with pinned arms and braces upon the bottom. A long barbell rests atop two of the pins with several weights on each side.
“Obviously, you know a power rack when you see one. What, with you being all ‘strong’ and everything. But it is so much more. It is the lifetime of lessons I received from my father, lesson about more than just form and progression. It is about staying strict with attitudes and being consistent with work ethic and diet. It is about taking whatever the world puts on your shoulders to wear you down...and pressing it back up, being unafraid of the failure of your muscle or who might be hoping you fail and just putting that shit back on the rack.”
Sarah walks into the camera frame. The albino is dressed in her workout attire, the surprising amount of muscle on her legs bulging out from the bottom of her short trunks, her 4-pack of abs rolling under her sports bra, the large tattoo of a white mask on her right shoulder. Her platinum hair is pulled in an elaborate braid which no doubt took servants hours to make, and not a drop of her customary makeup adorns her terribly beautiful face.
“I wish to have a moment of intimacy, if I may, Gabby. See, you and I do not know each other well, and I feel this is called for. You see, last week I spoke AT you. But now? I wish to speak TO you. Because there are so many misconceptions...so much falseness...so much misdirection and modifications for particular narratives.
“I am here for one reason, Gabby. To change everything. This business has, in general, lost its way. It has become slovenly and filled with those who believe that mediocrity is a measure of success. But we both know that this mentality is just silly. Greatness is great. Achievement is great. Striving for more is great. That is true strength, both of body and character. There are people in this business who would believe that a single victory can make up for a lifetime of poor character, but that is false. Those pretenders must look into the mirror as much as any other, and it is they who will ultimately pay the price of being beaten down and forgotten.”
Sarah shakes her head, a look of true sadness etched onto her face.
“There are so many that are lost already, Gabby. Entire companies who will never know what it means to be blessed of the Light of God and reach their full potential within their anointed purpose. In fact, there are so many COMPANIES who have fallen into utter destruction because they found themselves trusting in the measure of mediocrity. Unfortunately for this business, for every Coalition there is a Boardwalk. For every Four Corners there is a DARC. For every Sin there is an FSociety. And, unfortunately for reality, there is Ladies All-Star.
“This company is somewhat of a microcosm of my entire mission, Gabby. A company which, but a few weeks before I arrived, was one in which had a limited roster of the same wrestlers fighting hurt to the applause of but a few. It was a company in dire need of not just a fresh coat of pain but a new engine, as well. I have spoken at length about the WHY of that situation, at length about how we have champions in place who no one cares to fight, but that changes soon. Soon, the Chaos championship goes to a friend of mine. Soon, either my Beloved or my dear friend Mil Breakout. Soon, I rewrite the Marquee. Soon, you dethrone Smyth.
“My congratulatory remark was sincere, by the way. Mind you, you would know that if you actually paid attention to what I do and say and not just go off what other people say. But I suppose that would take too much effort. After all, your first promotional video about our match was so full of both half-truths and complete falsehoods that I would swear you studied journalism with Cassandra Baumer! Clearly, the extent of both your research and your understanding of the who and what I am is limited to being the proverbial skin deep, and unfortunately for you, pale white which has been kissed by the moon holds far darker layers below.”
Sarah pats one of the 45-pound weights on the end of the bar nearest her.
“In some ways, I know that Smyth’s inevitable defeat shall change nothing as far as the main event scene within LAW is concerned. Because as I mentioned before, nothing you do or say seems to matter. You cut promos, have your head in the game, and win matches. And as champion, more of the same may well occur. You will defeat Smyth in the rematch. Perhaps get Crystal after I rewrite the marquee. And then after beating her, perhaps you will defeat Kate, or perhaps Mack-Ro will return for another title shot to lose. In any case, nothing will change. Because you? You change nothing. No one cares about your matches. No one cares about your wins and losses. Hell, I am pretty sure that not even you care.”
Sarah smiles as she looks at the weights.
“I, on the other hand?”
She smiles wider as her eyes close, her vision casting into both memories and dreams.
“I am the center of the hurricane. The center of the black hole. The world shift and changes around me...and things of great worth and character are drawn to me. Since I came to LAW those months ago, this company has moved because of my actions, has changed because of who I am and how I conduct myself. I ushered in the flow of new talent which is now more than all of the old, tired guard. I have been the instrument of change which caused Kenzi to go from forgotten curtain-jerker to Breakout contender. The Cool Kids have found themselves revolving around me and are changing the very face of Ladies All Star. I have beat people so bad that, months later, they do not even resemble their old selves. And even the original champion can only get a roll-up on me in what every dirtsheet calls a shocking upset.”
Sarah opens her eyes and looks back at the weights.
“That is true strength, Gabby. My strength of character far outweighs and outstrips any strength you could gain from your military endeavors. I have been the agent of chaos within this company, the agent of renewal and rebirth, and there is little to nothing that you will be able to do to stop the revolution. My banner flies too high...my colors are too bright...my fires are too intense. Yes, you won the Queen of the Ring. Yes, you won the honor of facing Smyth. But this match? This time?”
Sarah shakes her head.
“You will not have the strength. You will not have the stamina. You will not have the wherewithal. But what you will have? A loss. Like so many others in this business.”
She pats the weight again.
“‘Come to Me...all who are weary and heavy-laden...and I will give you rest.’”
~~FIN~~