Violent Past, Sweetest Future

Clients Posts : 67 Join date : 2019-09-01

Capital One Arena
Washington, D.C.

Years of frustration. Years of futility. Years of finishing second. All of it washed away in one moment of bliss. She had leaned on Hana enough. While she was happy with her role elsewhere and willing to be the old kindly mentor figure, a “mother hen” type for some of her friends like Revy...she needed this. She needed a moment like this all to herself. No partners, no doubts, no excuses. Just her and an opponent, an opponent that had reigned for almost 600 days. As she made her way to the back, limping, sore, a little bloody and VERY tired, she finally had the one piece to her legacy that she had never completed before. She was now a world champion, a double champion. The cameras flashed, the microphones were placed ready to hear the words of the Bridesmaid who had finally become the blushing Bride at long last. No words could come out as attendants brought water, displayed her two treasures for her and helped her to her seat. Everyone waited to hear something from her, but there were no words left. All she could do was weep. Why? This was her moment of triumph, a moment that would echo for years to come.

She was THAT damn happy. Well, what now? She had to say something right? So she pulled up her head from off the table, which now had her sweat and some tears staining the veneer. She reached out with both hands, touching her utopia with unbelieving fingers, still contemplating what she had just achieved.

“These belts represent two phases of my career. The funny thing is that the one that is most tied to my past is the one I just won. I don’t think I need to tell you all that I’ve spent my career known as a choke artist. I couldn’t win the big one. No matter how many belts I attained, no matter how many classics I put on with everyone from Azumi Goto to Claudia Michaels to Natalie Cage, there would always be a ‘Yeah, but…”. I think that this finally erases the Yeah, But. This is the Lethal Angels Championship belt. This is the title that I have been chasing for years, have begged and pleaded for a one on one opportunity for. I finally stopped asking and took my place at the front of the line. Tonight, on a bum fucking leg, cracked ribs and years of built-up anger and frustration in my mind...I overcame the most dominant champion that LAW has ever seen, arguably any promotion has seen for some time.”

She paused for breath. No matter how much oxygen she sucked in, it never seemed to be enough. Water quenched her thirst a bit, but she was hoping that something different would be waiting for her. Really? No cold beer? No celebratory drinks? Fucking cheapskates.

“But this title is more of a period to one sentence in my career, not the start of something new. I’m going to be honest with you all: the end of my career is probably closer than the beginning. Yeah, big shock, huh? But here’s the thing, I can still perform at a high level. Attaining this belt which has been unattainable for almost six hundred days by anyone is proof of that. This is the belt I will forever put to rest any doubts about my ability to win important matches. Will I reign for 578 days? The smart money says probably not, but my goal is to put together enough defenses, enough moments, and bring enough eyes to LAW and anywhere else I venture that no one will question my legacy again. This other belt though, this crown jewel of tag team wrestling….this is what I see as the beginning of my new chapter. Hana wasn’t in the ring with me tonight, but I felt her spirit. People seem to think because she’s a little more blunt than she used to be and likes to post thirst traps sometimes that she’s somehow a brat. There’s nothing further from the truth. You will never know someone who works as hard as that young woman. You don’t see the effort that goes into where she has gotten herself to. Some people think that I’m grabbing onto her coattails for a ride, but I’m her partner, her guide, her equal. She looks to me for guidance; I look to her for inspiration, for energy, for love. I’ve been blessed to win some tag team titles with some extraordinary partners, but Hana is by far the greatest of them all. The Lethal Angel Championship means a lot to me, but NOTHING means more to me in professional wrestling than the bond I have with her. Even when we have to fight, even on the rare occasions that we disagree with each other, that bond is unbreakable. Our grip on these titles are unbreakable. Our grip on WrestleWorld as a whole is unbreakable. We have proven it time and time again. As all the other divisions have seen turmoil and chaos...we have brought stability to what was once a dying division. Now, as a double champion, I will do everything to demonstrate our greatness to all of you who still doubt. I am the greatest submission wrestler of my generation, if not the best of all time. And Hana? She’s a wrestling god. By the time that she’s retired, she will surpass Rosanna, Stephanie, Aria and myself. And I will see to it that she continues her march towards that projection. As for me? I’m going to take a nice warm shower, get a beer, then go to bed. I should go out and celebrate but these old bones are tired. Thank you, and good night.”

With that business out of the way, April got up from the table. She was limping, exhausted and on the verge of tears again. There would be calls to answer, texts to respond to, deals to make and towns to head to. She didn’t have a fucking clue as to how she would get out of bed in the morning. She was probably concussed and in need of medical care.

But she was happy.

The thirty or so pounds of gold, jewels and leather she was dragging around made her feel that all the suffering, all the nonsense that she had been through was worth it. And who was the very first text that she saw when she got to her phone? It was Hana. Congratulating her, saying how proud she was to team with her.

With a partner like that behind her, she knew she had to force herself to rest. She owed it to Hana to put everything she had just put into winning LAW’s richest prize into defending the belts that they went through hell and back to acquire in WrestleWorld.

That’s what being a teammate was all about.

Well, well, well. So the gloves are finally off and the truth is revealed. There’s so much jealousy and discontent and honestly it’s saddening to see. People think that I’ve changed, that I’ve gone through some sort of transformation and I’ve changed. That couldn’t be further from the truth! While some people may see me being more blunt in my talking to people and all that and believe that I’m some sort of evil, two-faced person, please just examine the facts. You see, we are not the ones trying to conduct psychological warfare with the opposition. We are not the ones overstepping our boundaries, trying to take championships from a team that is supposed to be our allies. We aren’t the ones taking cheap shots all over the place trying to score points with the fans in the stands. We are above that, Hana and I. Such pettiness.

Lillie, I’m actually still very fond of you. You’re beautiful, you’re a talented wrestler, and you are someone I’ve always thought that could achieve whatever they wanted. But the problem that you have is that you’ve aligned yourself in a tag team with someone who is obviously not all there. I do wonder if YOU are all there if you believe that your “Heart of the Cards and Power of Friendship” nonsense can put an end to the reign of WrestleWorld’s tag team wrestling machine. The power of youth and the power of experience, Lucharesu and Catch Wrestling combined into one beautiful orchestra of pain for the people who get in our way.

People have the gall to ask me why I haven’t achieved things when they have not achieved anything. It’s not a new thing for me to deal with, honestly. I’ve been called every bit of backstabbing bitch, lying cunt, piece of shit, goon and everything else that I can’t even bother to repeat. My talent has been questioned by even the lowest of the low. The funny thing is that those people wind up suffering the most at the end of the day. Because those who are so loud with their criticisms, so WRONG in their assessment of me...they are the ones who wind up in my crushing, unforgiving embrace in the ring. I understand that you and Hana have had your problems and that’s cute. I have no place in this except for the position that you and your partner have put me in. Instead of seeking out the Hybrid Tag Team titles, remember those, they’re on that backwater that you came from, you two have come to the deep end of the pool to try to take from me and Hana what we worked diligently for a year to not only obtain but defend! We had to put up with condescending little shits for Architects who tried to demean us at every turn, tag teams made up of jocks and morons. Every conceivable obstacle was thrown at us, and we have triumphed.

And now you want to take it away just because you think your bond is stronger?

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Childish nonsense.

I want you to understand something very clearly: I have always been alone in the end. When I walked away from that organization in Jersey, I left alone. When I decided to leave OWA, I left alone. I have always been one to stand on my own, never one to open up to anyone….except Hana. Hana reached out and pulled me back up when I was at my most frustrated. After years of unquestioned loyalty to my skill set, the loss against Matsuda shook me even though she didn’t pin me. I was so close to the American Dream title I could taste it. Do you remember what happened that night, Lillie? Cause I do. EVERYONE in the world wanted to touch Stephanie, to congratulate Stephanie, to celebrate that the Wicked Witch of WrestleWorld, Claudia Michaels, had finally been knocked off her perch.

I suffered in silence, and Hana put her hand on my shoulder and told me to keep going. She was the ONLY one who gave a damn about what I felt, what I was going through. To see that rival that you had surpassed only come back to lap you again. She knew the pain that I was feeling and consoled me while the rest of you rubbed that defeat in my face.

I never, NEVER forgot that. And neither did Hana. So, as much as Matsuda wants to get the band together, now that I have something and she feels the need to cling to me for clout, I’m not interested. I have a partner who understands me, who doesn’t press me for details. When I want to be alone, she gives me space. It’s taken some doing, but I give her space as well. We understand that we are constantly evolving as people and particular things change. Hana understands this, Lillie. Why can’t you?

I don’t have any ill will towards you. But I also have no pity. As a Professional, the ONLY TRUE Professional left in WrestleWorld, I have to focus on the task at hand. What you and I shared as part of World’s Finest, all those warm and fuzzy feelings when we actually got along and worked towards something...that’s in the past. The April that you idolized isn’t gone...you just misunderstood her from the beginning. You surely didn’t expect that someone who was trying to threaten me with violence would be accepted as just another challenger, right? If you did, you’re in for a rude awakening. Sweet Melody runs this division for a reason: we exterminate anything we deem a threat. And you two have classified yourselves as such. As much as you want to blame Hana’s behavior or my indifference to this whole affair as reasons why you persisted for this match to happen...the truth is that this match is happening because the two of you were arrogant and stupid enough to ask for it. So be it.

Our victory is going to be so complete, so thorough, so dominant, that you’ll never, EVER find it in your hearts to ask for another title shot as long as we are champions. And once we’ve taken out World’s Finest’s third string tag team, I can assure you that Hana and myself will be reigning for quite some fucking time.

As for Violet, or Veronica, or whoever you are going to be when you show up to Violent Ends, are you as delusional as your partner? The short answer seems to be hell yes. You claim to be the best team in WrestleWorld? How can that be when we exist? We were not formed from some union of creations from the Island of Misfit Toys. No no no. We were a perfect union of one of the hardest veterans in professional wrestling with one of it’s fastest rising up and comers. I find it hilarious that everyone thinks that I’m just blindly following orders again, like the old soldier that a certain Andrew wanted to see unleashed was back. I have a heart, brain and agenda of my own, and that agenda is to do everything possible to prepare Hana to take her place as the unquestioned ruler of the professional wrestling world. Do you think part of me was sad when I saw her quarreling with Lillie?

Heh, I was amused.

Do you think that I gave a damn when she leveled Cynthia Rose after falling short in that battle royal? No. I’m pleased that she took that route. In fact, I think you could consider the BEATING we gave the Girl Scout a team bonding exercise. What did we do after that? Win the tag titles and defend them in two of the best matches that have ever been provided by WrestleWorld. Just by attrition we were the best team, but with our track record we have now become the most DOMINANT. Others come along like you, Lillie and Violent, but they are like a rainstorm in the South during the summer. There’s a lot of thunder, maybe some heavy rain...but in the end they pass by. The sun comes back out and starts beaming down and the storm that seemed so powerful almost instantly becomes a passing memory.

It’s really something else. Stephanie really tried to bring us all back together. It’s a bit of hilarious irony that someone who has such an eye for the future, with her wrestling school and mentoring such talent as she has, clings to the past so desperately. That’s what losers do and she’s certainly not a loser, as much as that pains me to say. You two? Well, I won’t do the obvious and call you losers, but you’re certainly not winners. The two of you have failed at seemingly EVERY turn to bring glory to yourselves, World’s Finest, and I’m supposed to sit here and take you seriously? What would the two of you do if you were me in this position, a double champion, one of the greatest wrestlers to ever draw breath on this shitty planet, maybe the entire universe? Would you laugh me out of the arena? Would you tell me to get lost? Would you complain and ask for legitimate competition other than two children you used to babysit?

No, I’m not going to do that. I’m going to give both of you one last lesson that you should absorb eagerly. I’m well-rested from my sojourn to California to claim singles glory, now I’m going to show you just a little taste of the skill that has made me a four-time world tag team champion with three different partners. Do you understand what I’m telling you? With Hana at my side, I’m going to take my time breaking the two of you apart. I know both of you like the back of my hand, and the two of you only know what I’ve taught you. Plus, Hana and I are superior in every respect. We can out wrestle you, outfight you, outcheat you. We will grind your ambitions to dust and take a piss on the particles as they scatter in the fucking wind.

You’re going to learn what messing with Sweet Melody gets you. It’s not the solace of victory. It’s not the glory of tag team championship gold. It’s not proving yourselves right. All that messing with Sweet Melody will get you is pain, embarrassment and a trip to the nearest emergency room. You two ladies fucked with the bull, now you’re going to get the horns.

Also, WrestleWorld. You’re welcome. You’re welcome for a tag team that you tried to desperately hold down, rising to the occasion again and again, making the greatest of chicken salad out of the clusters of chicken shit that you have thrown our way as far as this division goes. We’ll make this one entertaining, maybe even give the two poor girls hope that they’re going to walk away with these titles.

Then the pain of the past and the reality of the future hits home...and, like all the rest, they fade into obscurity.

And you’re all forced to listen to the beautiful tones of Sweet Melody’s championship composition once more. Lillie, Violet. You’re not in school anymore and I can’t play kindergarten teacher with you like I used to. I have to treat you like the threats that you’ve built yourselves into being. You both know by now what Hana and I know what to do when we face threats.

We exterminate them.

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