Claudia Michaels | I Trust in You

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Date and Time: 12/10/2020, 11:03 PM
Location: Wrestleworld Castle

Claudia Michaels is in the master’s bedroom of the castle sitting on a couch with her right elbow rested on the armrest. She wears a salmon pink silk nightgown that goes down half way down her thighs. Her sights are at the large open window next to the couch, and she observes leaves on the branches outside being blown by the strong wind. She has been very busy. There’s often too much noise wherever she went -- to the capital, to the Heaven’s Arena, and even often times in her own home in the Castle where her phone blares with urgent calls. It’s nice that she’s finally enjoying the peace in her own space.

Claudia Michaels: My love…

She looks in the middle of the room where the king-sized bed is. Robbie sits there on his site of the bed with his legs and back resting, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets and the blanket, and a light at the nearby end table. With the technology these days, you can find anything online, but he always prefers reading from a printed sheet of paper, in this case, from a newspaper from today’s date. It didn’t matter to Claudia anyway, as long as they’re together, which is what they both prefer.

Robbie V: I think you’re getting a little too worried.

Claudia Michaels: And I think you don’t worry at all.

They know each other so well, being together for so many years. Claudia can see that Robbie would never bring his frustrations home, just as much as Robbie can see that Claudia has been the opposite. They are soulmates who belong together and can read each other clearly without uttering a single word. If Claudia is lost in her thoughts all night, Robbie stays up with her, and the same goes if Robbie is in the same situation. It’s their instinct. If one is restless, then no one gets to rest.

Claudia Michaels: I don’t know why this doesn’t make you even a bit concerned. You saw your own son team up with our daughter. They’re running around calling themselves “Spawn”, while making it their mission to erase our legacy and everything we built in the wrestling industry. That scum of the earth. That ingrate. I raised her and gave her everything and this is how she repays me.

Claudia Michaels stands up from the couch to walk over to where Robbie V is. Robbie sets down the newspaper and focuses on a conversation with her. She finally sits down on the bed, closer to her husband.

Robbie V: Well, the more you try to stop her, the more she will act out and believe she’s doing the right thing. You know her. We both do. She’s going to act mighty and rebellious until she realizes herself that nobody is looking at her anymore, and then she will stop on her own because she isn’t getting the attention that she’s been begging for. Plus, the fact that you pulled her from two companies that she loved and prospered in.

Claudia Michaels: Are you saying that this is my fault? It can’t be. I did everything the way it’s supposed to be done. I did everything right and it’s not my fault that she couldn’t keep up with my standards for excellence. SHE is the one that insists on hurting herself. I gave her friends for life, I gave her a home for her comfort and convenience, and what does she do? She walks away from it all and chooses to be with that filthy bastard Ares and expects to live happily ever after in their little cult.

Robbie V: Wow, you two have more in common than you realize.

Claudia Michaels: Don’t even imply the Underworld is a cult. That’s just demented! That faction was not based on beliefs and religion or whatever idiotic thing Rosanna was brainwashed with, it was about working together as soldiers to meet a common goal. It’s a commitment to the crown and the American Dream Championship, unlike this fantasy and “family” that Rosanna invented in her mind. Shame that the last hope of the Underworld has turned his back on me. I would’ve had him do the honors of bruising and beating Rosanna’s face to properly welcome her to Wrestleworld. But that doesn’t matter. None of it matters. I have a much heavier burden that I have to deal with, a much more important task than that waste of space of a daughter.

Robbie V: Yeah, you do have a match against your team leader pick, Jay Jones. He’s a hard hitter and I’d be careful around him.

Both Robbie and Claudia suddenly share a laugh over that line. The first time he saw his wife smile tonight. She then sighs, but her mood is still lightened up.

Claudia Michaels: Architect of the Year and this is the treatment I get. After all of the work I put into making the American Dream Championship prestigious. Imagine being punished by your own boss for doing an excellent job. I’ll be fine anyway. Other than the fact that I have to face Drake Jaeger. SURELY, there’s still some whisk of loyalty there, right? He and Tiberius remember who made their careers, right? Well, I guess if not, then I’ll just have to do things on my own and take them all down myself. People seem to have a habit these days of biting the hand that feeds if Rosanna wasn’t a good enough example. I don’t know what came over Jaywalker. He knows in is heart of hearts that I’d do whatever it takes to win this. He knows that I WILL win. I actually have to do things on my own this time around, and people have forgotten that I actually fight to win my battles with or without help. I’ll play his game for now. I’ll prove to him that I don’t deserve this treatment. And I’ll make sure that after all of that and I prove that I am the strongest and most reliable Architect that he can ever have, he will be begging on his knees apologizing for doing me wrong.

Claudia Michaels and Robbie V look at each other for a few moments.

Robbie V: I don’t think Jay’s pride will ever allow that to happen. You two are just as stubborn as each other, and neither would flinch. I think you have a high chance of winning that Architects match. Though I don't think it’ll be simply be over after that no matter what the results.

Claudia Michaels: I refuse to admit that I’m at fault at anything because I’m not.

Robbie V: Well, what else can you do?

Claudia Michaels: Guess I’ll wait. We’re back to where we all started at Chapter 1 after all… In the Architects’ Banquet. I saw Brian Daniels attack Tiberius Jones the last time we did this. I have a feeling that there will be more violence this time given what's to come because Jaywalker is a fucking sadist. But I promise you won’t see me at the losing side of that.

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It’s funny, isn’t it? All of the work that I put in to making this division strong and firm all went to waste the moment Stephanie Matsuda took my American Dream Championship at Dreamworld. I have been quiet about this. I haven’t addressed it. As a matter of fact, I’ve avoided the topic so much that people have speculated that I just took the loss and moved on to do the work that I was intended to do.

But be silent and listen closely.

Listen to it. Listen to the American Dream Championship as it cries and begs for the sweet merciful escape of death because a second-rate performer has it in their possession. It cries and longs for its true owner, the true embodiment of the American Dream, Claudia Michaels. And that… That prevents me from moving on and accepting things as they are. You know this feeling, right, Jay Jones? You know this feeling where you have all the potential and the resources, when you are all dressed up in your superhero costume and then the villain of the story just ruins what was supposed to be a happy ending for you. And you can say whatever cliche that you have in mind -- that you’re the villain of the story, and that no one escapes your grasp as you ruin everyone’s day and kill everyone’s mood, but the fact is that you know deep down that you deserve more than what you’ve gotten. And this is where the Architect comes into play. This is the reason why you’re the best choice for a leader in my godforsaken division. This is the reason why I have high hopes that you will make me look good. This is the reason why Drago Santiago is elsewhere fighting another person’s battle with no real merit, and you’re here with a Championship opportunity waiting and all you have to do is outlast the others to claim it. Can you fucking do that, Jay Jones? Can you not pull a Chapter 24? Can you not mess up this one time and actually reach the finish line before the others? Hmm… Of course you can! I believe in you! I TRUST in you, Jay Jones! Because I see you as a leader. I see you as the future of Wrestleworld. But seeing you is just not enough. Looking athletic in the ring does not always equal having the brains because if you recall, you had a chance to show how well you’ll lead your division and you somehow spiraled down and let Dampshaw beat you! If I wanted, I could have exercised my right as an Architect to take back my decisions by facing the Champion myself but I did not do that because I decided to be gracious and generous! I want to give chances to those who worked for it, but I need to make sure that you are battle tested first! I need to know if you’re ready for this responsibility…. Take it as a lesson from an Architect that has done this over and over again. And I promise you that you will learn a lot from me. The least you can do is to not be a fuck-up.

At the back of your mind, you might think that a way to get people’s respect is if you beat Claudia Michaels in a fair fight. It’s a good starting point of your career because she’s an Architect. It’s a good boost for your momentum, am I right? Well, in a way, you’re kinda right about that, but all of this assumes that you would actually succeed in beating me. We can both use weapons. We can both do this on neutral grounds. But the fact is that I have dealt with about a thousand versions of you that I already know what you’re going to do before you even deliver that first blow. You may be great in the eyes of others, and I love the intimidation and the vibe that you give out, but Jay Jones, I am not a fucking simpleton and I can keep you on the ground. I will find a way to make you lose your focus right before you trip and fall and inevitably lose. I just had an entire speech about how things are unfair, because that’s just how life is. It’s unfair. Sometimes you get home to open your jelly donut only to find out there’s no Jelly! Sometimes, you have to sit and watch a stupid slut walk away with your Championship! And sometimes, you have to just accept the fact that no matter how well you lead, there will be someone greater than you with the name Claudia Michaels. And I’m not saying this to discourage you, Jay Jones. I’m saying this because it’s better that I’m the one who ranks above you compared to others because at least a Queen leads the way for you instead of these pathetic peasants who never deserved a minute in our day. You may not win this match, but at least you can confidently say that you kept up with the Goddess of War. You may not be able to take me down for the pin, but at least you can say that you faced the worst kind of beast and lived to tell about it! This experience will strengthen you. This match will make you learn. Getting in the ring against me would heighten your tolerance to pain. So please, give me all the best that you have, Jay Jones. I am just dying for a match right now, and I will hope to god the Architects I’ll be facing at War of the Worlds will be watching, I might actually get carried away and hurt you so bad that I’ll have to replace you as a leader! BUT… I’ll do my best to hold back.

Imagine that… The future of Wrestleworld… Lost his chance to be the star of ARCADIA.

D’oh! I won’t forgive myself!

See you on the other side.

~~Long May She Reign.~~