the consigliere
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 |  Subject: Claudia Michaels | My Heart And Soul  Thu Feb 13, 2020 11:52 pm | |
| 20:46:25. The plane landed three hours ago at Claudia Michaels’ home city Dallas, Texas and the first thing she did was take her car to the very arena where Badlands would take place. It had been a while since she was home, especially when she and her husband Robbie V would mostly spend their time in their home in Nevada and that is if they’re not spending their days traveling way before getting a territory in Wrestleworld where they both now reside. But the queen still misses the breath of air of her home. Wraith is on her left side. The Professional is on her right. And surrounding them are Knights of the Wrestleworld Castle, men and women that she took with her for extra security for the Underworld. Claudia admires the view of the stadium from the outside before making a grand entrance on the main door. She looks at the employees that were making this place Wrestleworld-ready, painting some of the walls, making changes to whatever they could change and setting up the banners with featured Clients. She then sees their names right with their pictures. There was The Maverick, and Jaydayne Pendragon, and Tristan Killebrew, until she reaches the main door where there were three banners, which astounded and disgusted Claudia. Claudia Michaels: What is this garbage? Claudia signals for one of the knights to come to her. Claudia Michaels: Be a sweetheart and find the brilliant designer that put these banners up. I want to speak to them personally. The Knight walked off to quickly follow the Queen’s command, as Claudia looked back at the banners. They were bigger than the rest. One was Havoc, representing the European Championship. The other one is Arata Asakura, representing the Shogun Championship. She waits for a moment and after nearly a minute, the knight comes back with a man in a brown suit. He is a brunette, with a mustache and carrying a small stack of papers within a folder in his left hand. Designer: Miss Michaels! My name is Arnold Budd, Project Manager and a very big fan of you and your husband. Arnold Budd extends his hand for a handshake. Claudia refuses to do the same courtesy as she moves on, leaving his handshake hanging while she walks near the banners. Claudia Michaels: I’m impressed really, how you all could pull these all together in such a short time. But these at the front lines, it’s not only a Grade-A abomination, but it’s also misinformation. Why would you spread misinformation in my home state where people celebrate their hero? You didn’t include the American Dream Champion, which is me. Explain yourself. Arnold Budd: Well, Miss Michaels, we were given strict instructions to feature Champions upon the entry of the audience and I was only given two names. Claudia Michaels: Well, listen to my instructions now. I have plenty of photoshoots including the title -- around my waist, over my shoulder -- take your damn pick, and I would like for them not to go to waste. So change it and include Claudia Michaels. Arnold Budd, who greeted Claudia Michaels with confidence and charm, has begun to sweat from the pressure of conflicting instructions. Arnold Budd: I -- I wouldn’t know where to put your picture even if I modified it. Claudia Michaels quickly scans the area. She then sees a space at the center adjacent to the two banners. It was a huge portrait of the Wrestleworld Director himself, Jaywalker. Claudia Michaels: What about that spot? Arnold Budd: That’s… For Jaywalker. As I said, he gave me strict instructions. It’s all on paper signed and sealed by Jaywalker himself! Claudia Michaels chuckles as Arnold Budd quickly opens his folder and searches for the paper consisting of the main design. He sighs in relief as he finally found the signed document. Claudia Michaels: Oh, of course. Hey, I can be reasonable, so if you have something to back it up, then I won’t interfere. Let me see that file, please. Claudia Michaels reads over it and nonchalantly rips and tears the paper into small pieces right in front of the employee. Claudia Michaels: Change it and put the American Dream Champion’s photo up. Front and center. I won’t ask again. Arnold Budd: But, Miss Michaels -- Claudia Michaels, without a word, takes his stack of papers and tosses it in the air as all of the important files and plans scattered on the floor. She takes a sigh of satisfaction before she shows a gentle smile. Arnold Budd hurriedly picks up every single one of them as Claudia Michaels walks off with her Underworld comrades, and then her Knights close behind. -------------------------------- By competing in this match, you understand that you have no chance of winning. The Consigliere will not be responsible for any broken bones, torn flesh, and cracked skull that go with facing her in a caged structure of any kind. You also accept that after you’ve acted like a complete fool in your attempt to face her, you are obligated to bow down to her and acknowledge her as the one true American Dream Champion, and the moment you find out that there’s just no winning over The Consigliere after she beats you into a coma, she will also not be responsible for any shattered self-esteem and broken dreams because of your own act of stupidity. Heh, yeah. I had to put up a disclaimer in there in case you pathetic halfwits try to come after me the moment you lose the match under “unfair circumstances” that are perfectly legal like Reno Dumont tried to do. I am probably the most hardworking Architect by this point because I put up with way too much bullshit just to find a proper challenger, and all everyone has done is question my decisions! Maybe I should just be Brian Daniels and drop the title to the first person that takes an interest because my mind is elsewhere! Maybe I should just follow Babayka’s footsteps and plot some elaborate mental wizardry to determine my next challenger! Maybe I should be like my buddies Drake and Jones and NOT give my potential challengers the match they deserve, because lord knows it would be easier to just not defend the American Dream Championship! Is that what you all want? For this title to be in limbo, always waiting, always anticipating something that will never be? Because that seems to be the approach that’s working for the Wrestleworld Clients these days! Forget about the excitement. Forget about the ladder to success. Let me just forfeit this match right now and give the damn title to Raoul, maybe people would appreciate that more! Please, help me understand what it is that I did that was so terrible? Tell me what I did that was so psychotic and cold-hearted that you people just couldn’t wait but see me fall? Because from where I’m standing, all I’ve done was win my matches and make the damn title more valuable in the eyes of the audience because I know that they would rather see a REAL Champion holding the belt instead of a one-hit-wonder never-will-be, which pretty much describes the four people I’m facing at the Elimination Chamber! All I’ve ever done was to up the prestige of the American Dream Championship and fulfilling my role as its Architect! Yes, that’s it! That’s what you’re mad for! That’s the horrendous thing that Claudia Michaels has done! I give my heart and soul to this company unlike the rest of these lazy Architects that take WEEKS to answer to a challenge, and somehow, someway, I’M STILL THE BAD GUY! You take something so perfectly reasonable and turn it into some heroic mission in your deranged little minds in an attempt to discredit and dethrone the one true Queen all because she’s better than you! And then you fucking wonder why she hires The Professional!But that’s fine, because you know what? It doesn’t matter to me what challenge comes my way. I know you probably heard that about a billion other times from different faces, but that’s the truth where it concerns Claudia Michaels. The mission has always been the same no matter what side of the ring I stood, whether Champion or challenger and it’s not my fault that most of you couldn’t keep up with my greatness! Take Reno Dumont for example. 20 years of experience in the ring didn’t save him from being overwhelmed as he was outclassed and outperformed at Violent Ends. I mean, he tried. He really, really tried! But trying and trying is what you do until you succeed and he must have missed that last part of the process because until now, no one associates him with being Champion. GONE is the very first match that he stole to boost his name to the main event scene! GONE is that Ladder Match win for the golden opportunity! He didn’t get a spot at the Elimination Chamber because he still had a fight in him, he didn’t get another title shot because he earned it again, no. He simply gets a do-over because Jaywalker felt sorry for him that he choked, and tripped, and fell when nobody expected. Everyone was so sure that you were going to become Champion, Reno. You saw me almost run away from the match and figured I must have already given up when all I did was save myself from your filthy claws, which is probably something unfamiliar to you considering the fact that you don’t know how to reserve your strength. You let yourself believe that one blow after another would make me squirm in pain until I gave up. Your own stupidity convinced yourself that you were doing something right when you were assaulting me and being The Walking Weapon that you’ve so proudly called yourself… But Reno, what is a weapon on an incompetent wielder? What is a sword if the swordsman didn’t get enough practice and gets himself killed? You underestimated my tolerance to pain, my indifference to bloodshed, my resilience, and persistence to win a match by taking advantage of every opportunity I could. Do you think it bothers me when you tell me that I only won because I was helped? Reno, if I could get a do-over of that match, I would no doubt do the same thing. You are a waste of my time, and I will not prolong a match with a disgusting pile of garbage like you, because let’s face it -- I was going to win anyway. It was inevitable. It was written in the stars. You were meant to lose to me, and I was meant to stay Champion... And I assure you it’s the same story when I walk out of Badlands.But what’s a future story to someone who’s slowly but surely written his destiny? The Maverick certainly has stepped up on the ladder with his own pace thinking that he could keep his facade going when faced with a dangerous game. You entered Wrestleworld owning the competition. You not only won two matches in a row, but you made your opponents suffer a humiliating defeat by making the match as short as possible! You made it clear that you’re not here to play games, you are here to capture gold. That was until you found yourself lost and scared in the Bloodbath Battle Royale where you went from being this independent competitor who just wants to kick his competition out to this person who has become part of someone else’s chessboard to survive. And you didn’t survive that fateful night at Violent Ends. The Professional did. The Professional plucked out every man and woman that got in his way and outlasted all of you and it granted him a Championship match against me. But Jaywalker just couldn’t let him have that, could he? Because while I’m too occupied with leveling this world and giving opportunities only to those who earned it, he’s out there giving them for free! All this talk about how April Song is only here out of second chances when that stupid match was itself build to give the rest of you weaklings a second chance! As a matter of fact, everyone here in the Chamber minus The Professional is only competing because of second chances that they don’t deserve! And now they think they have the right to defy the Queen and act like big and tough men when they have done NOTHING to earn their spot, as you have done NOTHING to get yours. And after this amazing miracle of a chance that you were given, after showing off when you jumped off the railing, you now prove how much of a liar and a phony you are when you got defeated by April Song with ease. You have made every excuse to avoid any real confrontation, you have made it to a point to let everyone see how much of a coward you are, and now I’m left wondering what kind of disgusting parasite has attached itself to Jaywalker that he actually believes that The Maverick would even last 5 minutes in the ring with Claudia Michaels? He’s not even exaggerating or being sarcastic! It’s like he truly, genuinely believes that a pathetic frat boy-looking trash like you could measure up to the greatness of the Queen especially in an Elimination Chamber. I live for the bloodshed, Maverick. I just love the sound of chains as someone’s body bounces off of it. I love the sound of the glass shattering when the fighting gets too intense and an unlucky victim crashes onto it and into a bloody mess. I love the sound of the metal floors when someone attempts a high flying maneuver from one of the pods and to the side of the ring. It makes me want to go on a rampage for supremacy. It makes me want to give my all. And I assure you that you are going to regret those little moments when you were giddy and excited to be part of this mess as soon as the unforgiving Queen makes you beg for your life. And what are you compared to me, Maverick? What exactly do you plan on doing when you face me that no one’s already tried before? Sure, you may have overcome some easy challenges here and there, but you are still nowhere near me and the level that I’m at. You are going to fall before you even get the chance to show the world what you’re all about. And maybe next time you’ll learn to take baby steps. Maybe next time, you’ll learn to think twice before accepting freebies from creepy men in suits like Jaywalker!You could argue that freebies are fun! Heck, Nobi has been enjoying his, aren’t ya, Nobi? Yes, this is the Nobi who consistently talks about honor and dignity and doing the right thing like an off-brand Jaydayne Pendragon, and yet he accepts his spot at the Elimination Chamber without blinking an eye! I don’t hate you, Nobi, but I do find it very amusing when you get so infuriated with me or The Professional. You’re like this little kid whos getting bullied by his classmates, he balls his fist in anger waiting for the right time to strike, but then he just completely goes the opposite direction cries his eyes out because he couldn’t take the pressure anymore! And I wouldn’t be surprised if people thought that way about you too! Because to them, it doesn’t matter if Nobi is in the wrong, or if he’s being unreasonable, or if anything he does makes no sense. He can take multiple title opportunities and leave nothing for everyone else and get away with it all he wants. But god forbid, if you upset Nobi, you will not hear the end of it from his fans and friends that support him! They will cheer his name! They will shower him with praises! They will sing his theme! Yeah, I’m sure it’s enjoyable for you, Nobi, but I really don’t have it in me to be like you. I feel proud of myself when I hear about your hatred. I feel the excitement when I see your frustration. And we’ve been in the same merry-go-round for so long to the point where I don’t even dare to anticipate what Nobi will do next because he is just so goddamn predictable. Want an example? Let’s see….You will tell me how mad you are over my actions. You will tell me about how I’ve changed just because I don’t live up to the ideal vision that you’ve had of me over these years. You will let me know in your two languages how you and Reno Dumont will beat me in the ring and take the American Dream Championship. That’s always been the goal right? It doesn’t matter if the signs point in the opposite direction. It doesn’t matter when it’s been made clear that you’d have better luck against Drake and Jones for the Campeonatos de Parejas. You will still march forward to try and take what’s mine, and maybe by some miracle, you’ll be able to keep up with me in this race but we both know that trying to keep up is about the most that you can do when you deal with the Queen. Because to me, the more you are inspired by outside support, the more I want to see you lose so I could upset your supporters by extension. The more you are granted opportunities, the more motivated I get to take them from you and watch you fall to the ground until there’s nothing left for you to be fueled by. And when I look at The Professional and the way he comes after you, I can see that he feels the same way when you become angry from him targeting you -- it makes him want to ruin your career more and be a hindrance to any progress and development that you might get from this competition. And it puts a smile on my face. This dynamic of the Underworld is truly beautiful… And the more I see The Professional and Wraith fulfill their purpose this early, the more I’m confident about dominating this world. I don’t need to do a pity party to be noticed, Nobi. I don’t need supporters that do me no favor. I need reliable soldiers that will not question my decisions and purpose. People look at me with awe wishing they were me and all I’ve done is exist. They are forced to acknowledge me as their one true Queen not because they feel bad for me, but because there’s no force or power in this world that can change that fact. I won’t ask you to walk away while you can this time, Nobi. As a matter of fact, I invite you to come to the chamber and test your luck and abilities to someone you think of as your own sister. I want you to witness yet another story of success of the Queen that banished the traitors, and the fools, and the beasts that got in her way, even if you’re one of them. I want you to see for yourself that no matter what you do, who you ally with, what decisions you make, there’s just no stopping the Queen from keeping her crown when all is said and done. Long May She Reign. | |
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