Katherine had just successfully defended the Action Wrestling Television Championship against Harry Diderot, yet she was already looking ahead to her next title defence.
As soon as she had passed through the curtain, the championship belt draped over her shoulder, she sought out Monday Night Clash General Manager Alexander Pasternak. It didnโt take her long; she heard his New York accent echoing from his office as he was giving out instructions over the phone.
Katherine entered the office; Pasternak looked up to her and smiled as he continued his conversation. He knew why she was there, it was the same reason she visited him after each match - to learn her next opponent.
He slid her a piece of paper with a name written down on it and winked at Katherine. She mouthed a silent โthank youโ as she took the name and left.
She sat on the bench next to her locker and removed her MacBook, opening it and loading Paramount +.
No time like the present, Katherine thought to herself as she began to research her next opponent. The reigning champion took each defence extremely seriously, preparation was key. Even before she returned to the gym to work with Mick, she would have already binged-watched her opponentโs matches, their promos, ensuring no time was wasted.
And so she entered her opponentโs name into the search engine: C!V!O!
Katherine sat with razor-sharp focus as she watched her next opponent's first three Action Wrestling matches: defeats against both Diderot and Hawkins in her first two matches. Well, I beat those two.
She next watched her only victory, A narrow victory.
Nothing Katherine had seen in those three matches caused her too much concern, but she still recognised that her opponent was dangerous and must not be underestimated.
Next Katherine played her opponents' promos, closing her eyes as she listened to C!V!O!โs words to understand her mentality. Then she heard something that struck a nerve, she opened her eyes and picked up the Television Championship.
She replayed the sentence, โTrying to elevate a belt that no one cares aboutโ.
Well, that hasnโt aged well. Katherine had heard enough, shutting her MacBook.
Do you have the mental strength to become Television Champion, Catherine van Owen?
I donโt think anyone except former Television Champions truly understand the amount of mental strength it takes to hold this incredible championship. Week-after-week, I defend this championship. As soon as Iโve defeated my weekly challenger, Iโm already having to move on and focus on the next. Thatโs why the first thing I do after my match is go to the boss and get the next name because there is no time to waste.
Itโs hard, both mentally and physically - but I love it.
Each new recruit sees this championship as a quick grab, a shortcut to elevating their name. But they quickly realise that this championship is perhaps the most gruelling one in this company. Look at the large number of names who have held it a week or two, and have then fumbled it. They didnโt have the mental strength.
Just how I believe you do not have the mental strength.
What is this Catherine, your third or fourth go around the merry-go-round? You yourself admitting your career was derailed last time because of a mental breakdown.
I am pleased you are healthy once more, I wouldnโt wish ill health on anybody, but this path is one which you are not ready to walk yet.
I can see youโre in great shape, it looks like we equally spend the same amount of time in the gym.
But the difference? Mental preparation.
Your hands look scarred up. My guess? Youโre one of those gym bunnies who will aimlessly punch a bag until your knuckles are bleeding. Thatโs great in all, but this is wrestling, not boxing. Yes, striking is an important part of my own arsenal, but the difference comes within the studying of each opponent, spending time on the mat to ensure you can find many different ways of defeating an opponent, not just punching your way out of paper bags.
If you had used your head more, you would have overcome Diderot and Hawkins. You canโt out punch Claireโs mist, but if you're smart enough and if you know itโs coming, you can counter it. Thatโs what I did when I became champion, whereas you took the mist flush in the face.
Your complete lack of understanding for this championship upsets me, Catherine. Itโs disrespectful to its legacy, and ultimately, youโve disrespected me.
What was it you referred to me as? Oh yeah, the rookie who snatched Hawkins gold like a bully stealing chocolate milk on the playground.
Well yes, I am a rookie, that is very true. Yet itโs incredible that despite being one, I display a stronger mentality than a veteran such as yourself. But we canโt all be champions here in Action Wrestling. There is a reason why some of us can hang with the best, and why others dwindle away.
I look forward to seeing your freshly scabbed knuckles when I stand face-to-face with you in the ring next week. Pound that bag as hard as you want, throw as many expletives as you can my way, it wonโt matter - this match will be won with mental strength alone and you clearly have tried to make up for your lack of that with an ungodly amount of purple attire.
Perhaps I will see you returning the purple to the seamstress when Iโm on my way to Pasternakโs office next week when Iโm getting the name of my next challenger.
Following her final gym session of the week, Katherine stood in front of a steamed up mirror. She wiped away the condensation with her hand then looked upon her reflection. After a moment, she then looked at her knuckles, unharmed despite using the punching bag.
Negasonic - she might hate herselfโฆ but I wonโt let her become the new me...
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