Post by CVO on Oct 13, 2021 23:54:44 GMT -5
“I know you wanna shut me the fuck up.”
There that voice was, rolling across the ether of the black screen before it opened up on CVO as she stood at the ledge of the building she lived in, hands tight in the pockets of her Na Fianna hoodie. Her hair was down, messy, and kept out of her face by one of those ever present headbands. Wild, windswept, the occasional breeze from the night air making that thick mane dance with each caress from the elements looking like the touch of a lover might.
“I know a lot of people, want you to shut me the fuck up, Kat. Maybe you will, maybe you’ll be the one who pops me so fuckin’ hard that I’ve gotta wear a muzzle from now on. Heh, if one person was gonna do it, it might as well be you, right? The Battlekat, the undefeated, unstoppable, unbreakable Dread Sovereign Lady of the Television Division. People picked you left and right to be the one who shuts that miserable cunt CVO the fuck up.”
Thick brows raised in amusement, a wry grin starting to tug at her lips as she looked back at the camera and then back down to the bustling city streets below before lifting a DM Boot clad foot and hooking the heel against the ledge.
“I mean it’s like you said, right? You beat Harry, you beat Claire, and you let the whole world know that since you beat them then beating me shouldn’t be a problem. You should've straight dogwalked me by that logic, right? Just should've walked right through me like I wasn't there. It wasn’t like that though, was it, Kat?”
Snort.
“You had the camera on you, the setup was practically perfect for the big finish, and just like the Lil Susie Shallowthroat you are? You fuckin’ choked on it.”
That’s when she turned, when she turned to really face the camera, hands still in those pockets.
“You know how many times I’ve had my ass beat and then handed back to me by arrogant fucking champions, Katherine? It’s more than you’d think. You think you’re the first undefeated streak I’m going to end? That’s the thing, Katherine. I’ve been beaten. I’ve had my orbital socket cracked, I’ve had my pride smeared all over the fucking gutter, I’ve reached the top a hundred times only to have what I wanted most yanked out right from beyond my fingertips before I could curl them around it. Was it my fault? Probably. Then again, I’d still think it was, even if it wasn’t, because I’m that kind of self hating asshole who’s going to shoulder every burden under the sun because I’ll be goddamned if that catholic guilt ever leaves you, even when you leave the church.”
She let those wrapped up hands make an appearance before she thumbed the right side of her nose and sniffed the air. A ghost of a smile, something strangely sorrow laden passing those full lips of hers before she cut a look back to the streets below; her weight was pushed back against the ledge then, and both feet found a more solid footing when she turned to face the camera one more time, hands by her hips.
Sigh. She let the breath roll on out of her before bringing a hand up to run those calloused fingertips right up and through her messy mane of hair.
“So where the fuck do I go from here? Do I tell you how I feel? Do I tell the fuckin’ world? Do I bring up the fact that I’ve handled a lot worse than what you dished out to me? Do I bring up the scars all over my scalp from the electroshock therapy that my own fuckin’ parents saw fit to have administered ‘cause they didn’t like the way I was? Do I talk about how the alleged fighting champion took off Monday Night Clash while I hopped up to stand shoulder to shoulder with Trey when he was outnumbered by the cancer of this industry? There’s a lot of words I can use, a lot of things I can say, but what matters here? What matters to the crowd, to the audience? Does any of it? Does it matter to them how we bleed, so long as we do it?”
Pause. Beat. Another exhale before that ghost of a smile returned.
“I like to think it does, that some dumb kid sees me bleeding for the right reasons and thinks that maybe standing up for what you believe in is the thing to do, even when you’re outnumbered and outclassed. I thought about asking if I should show them, but y’know fuckin’ what? I’ve been showing them”
Cue the shrug, but her hands didn’t go back to her pockets, not this time.
“I hope that what I’ve said to you hasn’t been lost on you, Kat. I don’t want that title. This is more personal, than twenty pounds of gold and leather. This isn’t even about you and me at this point, this is about me,” jutting a thumb back at her chest for a moment. “Showing them,” twisting her hand, she pointed off to the side of the building, down to the streets. “That I’m not a mistake. That I’m worth watching, that I’m not some fucking punchline to a bad joke. That is why I’m so goddamn angry, it’s not because I didn’t take the title, it’s because these mother fuckers want to keep talking. I stopped you in that ring, whether you’ll admit to it or not. I stopped you fucking cold, and while a ref getting his dome checked stopped our match? You and me? We both saw what happened in that ring. We both saw the possibilities as they unfolded. It was like we were both staring into the void, only.. Kat?”
Pause. Beat.
“ You fuckin’ blinked.”
There that voice was, rolling across the ether of the black screen before it opened up on CVO as she stood at the ledge of the building she lived in, hands tight in the pockets of her Na Fianna hoodie. Her hair was down, messy, and kept out of her face by one of those ever present headbands. Wild, windswept, the occasional breeze from the night air making that thick mane dance with each caress from the elements looking like the touch of a lover might.
“I know a lot of people, want you to shut me the fuck up, Kat. Maybe you will, maybe you’ll be the one who pops me so fuckin’ hard that I’ve gotta wear a muzzle from now on. Heh, if one person was gonna do it, it might as well be you, right? The Battlekat, the undefeated, unstoppable, unbreakable Dread Sovereign Lady of the Television Division. People picked you left and right to be the one who shuts that miserable cunt CVO the fuck up.”
Thick brows raised in amusement, a wry grin starting to tug at her lips as she looked back at the camera and then back down to the bustling city streets below before lifting a DM Boot clad foot and hooking the heel against the ledge.
“I mean it’s like you said, right? You beat Harry, you beat Claire, and you let the whole world know that since you beat them then beating me shouldn’t be a problem. You should've straight dogwalked me by that logic, right? Just should've walked right through me like I wasn't there. It wasn’t like that though, was it, Kat?”
Snort.
“You had the camera on you, the setup was practically perfect for the big finish, and just like the Lil Susie Shallowthroat you are? You fuckin’ choked on it.”
That’s when she turned, when she turned to really face the camera, hands still in those pockets.
“You know how many times I’ve had my ass beat and then handed back to me by arrogant fucking champions, Katherine? It’s more than you’d think. You think you’re the first undefeated streak I’m going to end? That’s the thing, Katherine. I’ve been beaten. I’ve had my orbital socket cracked, I’ve had my pride smeared all over the fucking gutter, I’ve reached the top a hundred times only to have what I wanted most yanked out right from beyond my fingertips before I could curl them around it. Was it my fault? Probably. Then again, I’d still think it was, even if it wasn’t, because I’m that kind of self hating asshole who’s going to shoulder every burden under the sun because I’ll be goddamned if that catholic guilt ever leaves you, even when you leave the church.”
She let those wrapped up hands make an appearance before she thumbed the right side of her nose and sniffed the air. A ghost of a smile, something strangely sorrow laden passing those full lips of hers before she cut a look back to the streets below; her weight was pushed back against the ledge then, and both feet found a more solid footing when she turned to face the camera one more time, hands by her hips.
Sigh. She let the breath roll on out of her before bringing a hand up to run those calloused fingertips right up and through her messy mane of hair.
“So where the fuck do I go from here? Do I tell you how I feel? Do I tell the fuckin’ world? Do I bring up the fact that I’ve handled a lot worse than what you dished out to me? Do I bring up the scars all over my scalp from the electroshock therapy that my own fuckin’ parents saw fit to have administered ‘cause they didn’t like the way I was? Do I talk about how the alleged fighting champion took off Monday Night Clash while I hopped up to stand shoulder to shoulder with Trey when he was outnumbered by the cancer of this industry? There’s a lot of words I can use, a lot of things I can say, but what matters here? What matters to the crowd, to the audience? Does any of it? Does it matter to them how we bleed, so long as we do it?”
Pause. Beat. Another exhale before that ghost of a smile returned.
“I like to think it does, that some dumb kid sees me bleeding for the right reasons and thinks that maybe standing up for what you believe in is the thing to do, even when you’re outnumbered and outclassed. I thought about asking if I should show them, but y’know fuckin’ what? I’ve been showing them”
Cue the shrug, but her hands didn’t go back to her pockets, not this time.
“I hope that what I’ve said to you hasn’t been lost on you, Kat. I don’t want that title. This is more personal, than twenty pounds of gold and leather. This isn’t even about you and me at this point, this is about me,” jutting a thumb back at her chest for a moment. “Showing them,” twisting her hand, she pointed off to the side of the building, down to the streets. “That I’m not a mistake. That I’m worth watching, that I’m not some fucking punchline to a bad joke. That is why I’m so goddamn angry, it’s not because I didn’t take the title, it’s because these mother fuckers want to keep talking. I stopped you in that ring, whether you’ll admit to it or not. I stopped you fucking cold, and while a ref getting his dome checked stopped our match? You and me? We both saw what happened in that ring. We both saw the possibilities as they unfolded. It was like we were both staring into the void, only.. Kat?”
Pause. Beat.
“ You fuckin’ blinked.”