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Feb 6, 2020 14:47:17 GMT -5
“The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley, Geri Vayden, and 5 more like this
Post by Estrella Luiz ✨ on Feb 6, 2020 14:47:17 GMT -5
The world was in a state of shock. The Kansas City Chiefs had won the Super Bowl in convincing fashion and Estrella Luiz was the number one contender to the World Championship. Many people doubted and Estrella may be among them. We see the Television Champion laying around watching television with her boyfriend, Link Rexx, who is recovering from shoulder surgery. She lays gingerly against him. She looks up at his pale blue eyes.
“What if this is just a set up? I mean Richards, Dandy either one can get involved and nullify my win. Why do I even try?”
She lets out a huff as Link replies to her.
”You try because you are damn good at what you do. When I first got into wrestling, my goal was to meet you and look at us now. What started as a creepy internet stalking thing has blossomed into something amazing. So, in the same sense, have your wrestling skills. Sure, you have the background but you knew hardly nothing of the politics that apparently play a major part in American wrestling. You tried to money route and got denied so you worked hard. You used who you had to in order to get ahead. I think your career is blossoming and you don’t know how to handle it.”
She slaps his thigh as she speaks back to him.
“I guess I see your point there. I mean, I have worked my little ass off in order to get here. I will be damned if I allow Dandy, Richards, or anyone to fuck me over. I have become a household name, seemingly over night. I am someone no one envisioned in this spot.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out almost sigh like.
“This match is not about me and Frank. It is about almost two years of blood, sweat, and tears. It is about being stabbed in the back and replaced. It is about a lifelong dream realized. It is about a family, who disagreed at first, seeing why I did this in the first place. It is about the Starlites getting their prize for staying by my side even when it has been hard.”
Estrella picks her pipe up as she twirls it.
“It is about busting kneecaps and busting heads as I pave my own path to the Action Wrestling World Title. You see for the rest of Action Wrestling this may seem like a trash match. A poor judgment by management. To me, this is everything. This match could be the changing of the tides and the changing of the guard. Out with the old and in with the new. This match could finally be my ascension to the throne. A throne that Matthews tried to hog for herself. A throne that Lissie reached but couldn’t keep. I am midway through the long staircase and I will be damned if I let anything fuck this up.”
The pint sized champion stands up and begins looking into the camera.
“The days of being scared are done. The days of fearing ANYONE are behind us. I am going to head into each match with a desire to win. I am going to be the best dual champion this company has ever seen. I mean, the last dual champion did no favors for this company so I will. I am not just a cool kid. I am the Princess, La Princesa, I always get what I want and what I want this week is to take the World Title from the clutches of the despicable one known as Frank Patrick Veneable. I am the one who gets the honor of making sure he doesn’t take that title to Rush just so he can choke it away.”
A commercial for Rush, produced by Action Wrestling, shows on the Television. We hear Camilla’s voice.
”In our main event, the Action Wrestling World Champion, FPV does battle with the All Father, Odin Balfore! Don’t miss Rush LIVE on the Action Wrestling Network.”
With a quickness, Estrella shuts the TV off. Link shoots her a glance.
”Hey, I was watching that!”
Estrella shakes her head side to side in disbelief.
“That commercial just proved my point. Everyone, even my bosses, are overlooking me. They don’t think I can win. That makes me want to win more. Always remember this FPV… Odin… the card is ALWAYS subject to change. I will do everything in my power to ensure that the card changes. I will do it all just to say that Estrella Luiz forced a card to change and made Action management look dumb in the process. You want to overlook me and think you booked a loser in this match? I am not Grayson Ward. I don’t go sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong. You made this personal. You have held me back and I still came out on top and I will do it again on Clash. You see, it is a foregone conclusion to some that management pulls all the strings and their yes men get rewarded. I am not a yes man and I will flip the script. This just became a choose your own adventure story and my path ends with me becoming the Action Wrestling World Champion. There is no outcome I want more.”
Estrella paces the room twirling her pipe.
“The question I propose to my opponent is this. How far down inside your gut are you willing to dig in order to beat me? I am willing to do anything it takes to prove you and management wrong in over looking me. The fans know I can win. Lissie knows I can win. IGnarly and the Cool Kids know I can win. Frank, deep down, you know I can win and that terrifies you. You already have one title reign that no one gives a shit about. What is going to happen when you are proven, once again, to be a joke? Your career is like one of those ten hour video loops on YouTube. Sure it is fun at first. But after about thirty minutes, or in your case six days, it gets boring and annoying and you just want it to end. I am here to be the stop button to your video. I am going to put an end to the doubt. I am going to put an end to the already announced Rush main event. I am going to put an end to you, Frank.”
Link stands up and places his arms around Estrella’s shoulders. Estrella laughs as the scene begins to fade. Estrella Luiz seems very excited about her opportunity and the opportunity to face off with the World Champion. What does she have up her sleeve?
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“What happens when we are given the world only to have it crumble under our feet? What happens when we have it all and it is snatched away by a monster? What happens when the best champion in the world steps into the ring with the most lackluster champion in the world? We will find out this week as I, Estrella Luiz, the greatest Television Champion step into the ring with the reigning Action Wrestling World Champion. Many are already writing me out but that is ok with me. I love being the underdog.”
We see the Television Champion sitting in a director’s chair. She laughs as she keeps speaking.
“As it pertains to this match, and this company, I am the director. I will pick and choose how your career goes, so choose wisely as you approach this match.”
Estrella chuckles as she applies some eye liner to her almond shaped eyes.
“Frank, how is that title treating you this time around? At least Camilla didn’t make you defend it the week after you won it seeing as your M.O. states you would have lost it as quick as you can say Frank Patrick Veneable.”
Estrella stands up, her tutu style skirt poofing out a bit. She giggles as she continues.
“FPV the last time you held the Action Wrestling World Title you lost it in less than a week. You were done as champion so quick the shock of you winning hadn’t even hit everyone yet because by then we had to get used to the shock of Walter being the World Champion. Unlike you, I know how to defend a title. I beat people who are put in front of me. I am a motherfucking career killer. Ask yourself this FPV.. are you done with EVERYTHING you wanted to do or is there more you have planned. Then shove the answer up your ass because your career is done this week.”
Estrella paces the room, but unlike most people, it seems methodical, not nervous.
“Voss Holt talked a big game. He was a massive man. He is now gone and who got rid of him you ask? That would be me. He said he wouldn’t fight a woman and we soon found out why. He knew he would lose when he stepped into the ring with this four foot eleven, ninety-eight pounds of pure explosive dynamite. I am someone you simply can’t get rid of but I am also someone who leaves a path of destruction behind me.”
Estrella tosses a cowboy hat, that she had strategically placed on the vanity, out the window of her hotel room.
“Maybe you can ask Razzles Mars who was fucked before she ever entered Action Wrestling. She came in all sugary and sweet and I ran her out of here too. It was nothing personal on her end and could have been anybody in all honesty. There was a monster deep within me that needed to be let out. One that was tired of being restrained. One that simply needed out. That led to Razzles Mars being gone.”
Estrella pops a piece of bubble gum in her mouth. She chews it a bit before spitting it out.
“Travis Blake was next. He wanted to bite off more than he could chew. He kept on and on. He was the one who tried and was denied. He was the one who blamed management for him losing when he was given the best opportunity to win. He was the final person I took out in the gauntlet. He was given the chance to beat me and he still couldn’t get the job done. Then, after Revolution, he was gone.”
Estrella looks around and shrugs her shoulders.
“I have nothing for a crybaby bitch like him. Now that brings me to you, FPV, I am not saying you are any of these people. You are, without a doubt, better than them but like them, this match is nothing personal. This is about me, fulfilling my destiny. Fulfilling the reason I came to America. I came here to make my own name. I came here to win. I came here to be the World Champion. This week, I get that opportunity. This week, you get to be the victim. I am sure, Camilla made this match to make you seem like a fighting champion. She figured I am on a hot streak but I am not as experienced as you. What she didn’t bank on, was me coming out, guns a blazing, and ready to take the title.”
Estrella tosses her signature ponytail behind her ear as she continues.
“When it comes to material things, I want it I got it. I tried to buy a title here in Action Wrestling and learned very quickly that kind of shit doesn’t fly. Now I have earned everything and people still can’t take it seriously. They still say “You keep cheating” or “You need help!” That kind of shit doesn’t bother me. That brings me to our date Frankie. Look, you are talented and that is all very well documented. You were able to take the title off of Lissie and then off of Walter but I am not them. I am not a monster. I am not an upstart rookie. I am someone who was simply bred for this business and I have used my influence to come to America and evolve this sport to what it can be. Sure, many see me as a spoiled little princess and they may be true, however, I am here to show I am more than that. I am here to show that this is a sport and not a spectacle. I am here to show that there is more to wrestling than just podcasts and Social Media scores. I am all about some Twitter but gold is a girl’s best friend so why not go after more? Why not go after you where it hurts, Frankie?”
Estrella shakes her head and bows her head, almost as if she is about to pray. She looks into the camera, her rosary wrapped around her neck. She begins rubbing the crucifix a bit. She looks to the sky.
“Jesus Cristo, forgive me father for I am about to sin.”
She smirks as she continues looking into the camera.
“You and I have a similar path here. WCF, our old stomping grounds. FPV, you just HAD to try to steal some glory at WCF Endgame didn’t you? What happened? You choked. Much like you always do. You had to choke on the proverbial cock didn’t you? Mikey X won and you lost, like you do so well.”
She shakes her head again as she places some lotion on her arms and begins rubbing it in.
“Gotta look and feel my best when we step into the ring. Allow me to continue. What about XIII in 2017? Allow me to refresh your memory in case you have forgotten, which I am fucking sure you haven’t. UCI vs WCF. You and the WCF had the home court advantage and what happened Frank? You got stomped into the fucking ground. The Guardians, for all intents and purposes, made you their bitch! And again, FPV let’s the hometown team down.”
She sits down again as she keeps speaking.
“Are you feeling like a dirty little slut yet, Frank? Reason I ask is because I am anally taking advantage of you with no lube right now. You thought you would walk into UCI and, how did you put it, “relieve Bonnie Blue of her duties as World Champion. A triple threat match with Bonnie and Bolas de Arana. Again, you came up short. I may be short in stature but at least I don’t choke. I got rid of the choke artist I was attached to but that is neither here nor there.”
She looks into the mirror, her eyes almost twisting to a demented feel. She continues talking.
“Frank, didn’t think I knew this much about you did ya? I mean, my family aren’t just wrestlers they are fans. We watched WCF religiously, when it actually mattered. Back to you though. There seems to be a pattern here, Frank. You get into the big boys shoes and you freeze. You never know what to do when a new challenge comes along. You were expecting Odin at Rush but what happens when your golden gates come crashing down and it is me vs Odin at Rush? What happens when you lose this week, and trust me, you will lose. You are overlooking me and that showed on Clash. Clash aired a whole day after the announcement of our match and you had the audacity to look past me. Strike number one. I have aligned myself with a strong alliance, and I can already hear you and the moronic people who chant your pathetic name, “Estrella, they can’t help you this week.” I fucking know that. I bring it up because Wesley, Vayden, Geri, they all see the fire I bring to this business. They see me for what I am and that is a legit concern for a paper champion like you. This business is about momentum and I have that on my side. As we step in the ring I will be the longest reigning TV Champion while you worry about being just another notch on the bedpost that is the Action Wrestling history books.”
Estrella signs as she stands up again. She winks as she applies lipstick to her lips.
“What is it about looking your best that makes you feel fierce? Oh, you wouldn’t know fierce if it was a pitbull biting you right in your ass.
Let’s put your choking history aside Frankie. Let’s talk about how you call yourself, Mr. Headshot. I hope you realize, at this point in your career, you are Mr. Took too many headshots. You are someone who needs to step away before you wind up hurting yourself or someone else because you don’t know how to step away. You need to think about those who care about you, which isn’t me but maybe somebody. While I am talking about things you like to call yourself. Frank the Tank? What kind of tank? The little firework tanks that are usually duds? Aww, Frank… is that it? Do you suffer from erectile dysfunction? On second thought don’t answer that, I don’t want to know. What I do want to know is how do you plan on approaching a match with me. Before I kicked Matthews to the curb I was merely a shadow. I was just that cute little Mexican girl who sometimes wins because she teams with that British bitch. The fact is, I am proving that I am better off without her and on my own.”
Estrella lifts her title up and places it on her shoulder. She reaches down and picks up her mask.
“Sometimes, our past is there to haunt us, Frank, but sometimes it is there to remind us of who we were and how far we have come. I was once a naive little idiot. Now, I am a true star with killer instinct. The Estrella you are stepping into the ring with is not someone who wants to be your friend. She is not someone who is here for anyone but herself. I held my own with the greats in WCF at a young age. I overcame working with a newbie like Edwina Lockheart. I overcame being forced to the background by a so called friend. It isn’t what happens to us it is how we react to it. It is how we bounce back. I feel like I have bounced back well. I think it is safe to say I am proving that I belong.
Back to the match a little bit, Frank. What happens if you win this match? You beat a lower tier champion in what fans may see as a throw away match. If I lose, I still had a World Championship shot. I still held my own against one of the so called greats of this business. If you lose, you lost to a young girl who, according to Travis Blake, looks like a child. You will have lost to the youngest world champion in Action Wrestling history. You will have helped me make more of a name off of people who I never should have been in the ring with according to some. Frank, how will you sleep at night knowing that even though you beat Lissie Hope you couldn’t beat her younger friend?
Here is the thing Frank. I am in this match to play bracket buster. March Madness is right around the corner here in America and though I am not a basketball fan there is something amazing about that one team that is not supposed to win beating a team that even people like me have heard of. In this instance you are Duke and I am Middle’O’Nowhere University. I am going to shock the world when I take down the giant. I am going to slay the monster and there is nothing you can do to stop it. There is no way you can kill my appetite for destruction. I have had my taste of gold here in Action Wrestling and I will be damned if I let you be the reason my thirst for gold runs dry. You are not going to dry my well up. You are going to take a backseat. There is a new breed taking over Action Wrestling and it is led by Illuminignarly and the Cool Kids. No way in hell will I allow a non deserving champion like you spoil my skyrocket to the top.
Imagine that Action Wrestling is the stock market. I am Action Wrestling taking the world by storm and you are the WCF old and frail and dying a sad miserable death that no one gives a shit about. You are the stock that has hung around well past it’s worth. I am bitcoin and you are pennies. I am the one people regret not buying into and you are the one that people throw on the ground. Frank, try. That is all I ask. Try to give us a reason to care about you because, quite frankly, you are making me sick just thinking about the fact that you are still in a ring, let alone holding a major championship. Why do you think I am so easy to get past Frankie? Why do you think I am nothing? I am here for a reason. It is not a fluke or luck that I am here. I am here because I am a hell of a wrestler. I am someone who can win the big matches. I am someone that can force the winds of change to go my way. I am someone who can keep my opponent on their toes.”
She bounces a bit to emphasize her point. Her face contorts to a look of pure evil.
“Point is this Frankie. You are looking past me. You are acting like I am a window but I am pure fucking plexiglass. You are going to bounce right off me and be in shock. You are going to be caught off guard. Frank, you are not going to be able to knock me off my game. I am always on my game. I am always a winner. I am always better. I am about to be the TRUE World Champion!”
The camera pans around to show photos of FPV all around the room. The Cool Kids all come into the frame as they begin drawing clown pain on all the faces of FPV. Geri Miller speaks next.
”Frank, you are about to run out of magic. You are about to be exposed by the most underrated and underappreciated wrestler in the whole damn company.”
Derrick Vayden speaks next.
”We have learned a lot the last few weeks working alongside the Illumidaddy. You should all be afraid. Especially you Frank!”
Vayden starts up a record player as circus music begins to play. Estrella speaks again.
”My only question remaining is what kind of circus are Torture and Camilla running if the face of the company is a literal clown? See ya on Clash, Frankie!”
The scene fades as Estrella and the Cool Kids laugh and walk off. Estrella with the Television Title over her shoulder.
Estrella Luiz had done her work outside the ring. All that remained was backing up all the talk inside the ring. She had to do it. For the Cool Kids, for Lissie, for Wesley, for her family, but most importantly for herself and her own confidence.