Post by 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 on Sept 24, 2021 4:44:57 GMT -5
Katherine, victorious following her Pro Wrestling Valor debut, sat inside the locker room as she reflected upon her quick victory, the Action Wrestling Television Championship resting across her lap.
The victory was important to Katherine; not only to continue her momentum but also because she had represented Action Wrestling - her custom made yellow and blue FightSmart branded ring attire showed this.
She looked down at the belt and smiled. I hope I made you proud Granny, Katherine thought to herself. Her grandmother had been in her thoughts most of the week, it would have been her birthday today. Katherine opened her phone and scrolled through her photos, finally stopping on the last picture she had taken with her grandmother: Christmas 2019, a few months before the start of the pandemic.
Then a notification came through, Oh bloody hell a storm is coming. Katherine was due to fly out of Denver tonight and straight onto Minneapolis for her next title defence on Monday Night Clash - against Harry Diderot.
So many things were lost in the storm, Harry.
These last eighteen months have truly tested humanity, that’s fair to say. Everyone has been changed; some have somehow navigated the storm successfully, many were lost - but we are all different.
Long before the storm, you and I were at completely different ends of our careers. You were broken down, washed up - #GoingOutClean had failed and you fell out of this profession with as much grace as you could imagine a hippo has to fall from a great height.
Whilst you're career was stuttering, failing to carry your momentum on from UCI to Action Wrestling, I was just breaking into this business.
I was like a sponge - learning everything I possibly could whilst training out of The Pit and working two jobs to just stay afloat. But I was far from burning out, I loved it all, even taking the bumps. Whilst you were already burned out, my flame was only just beginning to grow.
But just as I was about ready to fly, and you had already crashed out - the storm came.
We both lost people we loved in the storm, you lost both your father and brother, whilst I lost my grandmother - all gone because of Coronavirus.
My grandmother and your father, they had both lived full and proper lives. Although we mourned their losses - we have years of happy memories of them both.
But Richie, your younger brother - I can’t imagine living with that kind of pain. Just thinking of the possibility of losing my brothers: Big Bear and Georgie, makes me overcome with emotion.
I remember watching Richie join you at ringside; if his dying wish was for yourself to return to the ring to bring back soul to Clash, then I commend your attempt to fulfil his wish.
But let’s be realistic, your career was over well before the storm came, your retirement tour crashed long ago - this time it will not end differently.
You look like you have gotten yourself into better shape, you’ve toned up and even got a nice cropped haircut, but it’s all just papering over the cracks.
When I entered the storm, I was already primed and ready to make the jump to the big leagues. As the clouds engulfed us all, I simply battened down the hatches and waited patiently whilst keeping both physically and mentally strong, knowing when the clouds parted, I’d be ready to take any opportunity sent my way.
Having this positive mindset is why I stand here as the reigning and defending Action Wrestling Television Champion.
I know your history with the Television Championship. Although UCI wasn’t broadcast on television over in England; being an obsessed fan, I found a way to stream it online.
I remember clear as day tuning into Overload and watching you defeat Jack Schlongson to become Television Champion. But even in your prime years, you were never able to fully utilise your size and strength advantage. It took Allen Walker blasting the champion in the face with the belt for you to win.
You may be bigger and stronger than me, but so have nearly all my opponents to this point - and except for last weeks match, which was thrown out for outside interference, I found a way to defeat them all.
Six foot seven is a long way down when I’m spiking your head into the mat, and I can easily kick you in the jaw if you’ve fallen to your knees.
When this latest run ends the same way it always does, with you crashing out and retreating back to Atlanta, instead of returning to door work at some seedy exotic club - continue the work you were doing before the storm.
Helping the next generation, giving them an avenue into this business - that’s how you should honour your brother, not by one final embarrassing run.
This is no longer the House of Diderot; you may think you’re on a path to enlightenment back into Action Wrestling - but as the reigning Television Champion, I’m now the one standing at the door and I’ll not be granting you entry.
You may have been Television Champion somewhere else, but UCI was just a splinter cell from an already dying promotion. This is Action Wrestling, the premier promotion of this business - this Television Championship is by far more superior than the one you held. And its champion is like nothing you’ve ever faced before.
Please go back to what you were doing before the storm, that’s what I am doing.
What was it you used to say?
YOU IN THE WRONG NEIGHBOURHOOD!
Katherine sat strapped into her seat as the plane waited on the tarmac, the inclement weather holding up their departure. It’s just another storm, look how far you’ve come girl just to get here.
Then the plane started moving, and Katherine signed the cross, just in case.