Post by Tatiana on Aug 7, 2022 10:59:09 GMT -5
“So what?”
We find ourselves in the backstage corridors of a popular nightclub. It was unclear where and which one exactly - but the neon lighting, busy backstage and techno beat playing in the background suggest it’s a high-end venue in an affluent part of whatever city she was in.
“I’ve got another little carrot dangled in front of me? An opportunity to challenge for the Television Title despite knowing full-well that you don’t really want me to hold it anyway?”
TJ shrugged, her pace slowing as she passed several other patrons. Two of which are furiously making out while another is doubled over and wheezing as if she were having a bad trip… It was all ascetic - none of it served as a distraction.
“What do you want me to do? Start talking shit about Addy or Odin? Banter about past challenges and new horizons? Maybe I could give you some vapid self-absorbed diatribe about how ‘edgy’ and bad ass I am?”
She made the latter points with air quotes and an eye roll. Her journey through the cinder block hallways of this techno club continued at a slow pace. She was dressed for the occasion in a pair of denim skinny jeans, a blue hoodie under her trademark leather jacket.
“Yeah, sure… Addy’s a big talker. A kid that thinks she’s done it all and mastered all there is to master. I admit that I appreciate her spunk and attitude, though her focus is misplaced.”
Addy talks like she’s a modern day legend when really she’s just another fish trying to swim in a crowded bowl. It was so typical of this generation of wrestlers - all talk and no tact. It was the Millennial/Gen Z generation of TikTok focused ADHD motherfuckers who don’t know how to weave a story or have a match that is something other than big spots and stupid fan chants.
That may be the only thing her other opponent can’t be accused of
“And then we have Odin Balfore”
She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose in frustration. What else could she possibly say about this seven-foot tall misogynist? He’s about as focused as a brain dead crash dummy and equally as talented. The only reason he’s in the business is because he’s freakishly big and strong. His best attribute is pissing everyone in the locker room off - and that’s obvious from the fact that NOBODY likes him.
“What can I say to you big guy? I don’t think anything would register anyway. I mean, your brain is so fraught with CTE that you have the mental stability of a pet rock. If they ever took the time to actually have you evaluated by a brain specialist, they’d wrap you in tin foil and put you in the oven for 45 minutes.”
She pauses - a little grin teasing the edge of her lips
“Because let’s face it… You have the emotional maturity of a baked potato.”
This is a guy who can be seen on a regular basis babbling to invisible people backstage and talking to his hands like they actually can talk back to him… Though, who knows? Maybe he thinks they can?
“Much like with little Miss Addy…. Your ideals are misguided and represent a reality that exists only in your mind. The one thing that both of you have in common is that unlike me… You’re still naïve enough to think you can make a change. That you’ll go out there, and people will genuinely want you to succeed”
She rolls her eyes
“Newsflash kiddos… They don’t. You’re nothing more than a prop for the people who run Action Wrestling - and as far as the fans are concerned”
“They may cheer for you. They may buy your merch, and hell… Some of them may even use your face to pretend they’re some version of you in one of those silly E-Fed things. But at the end of the day, you’re just a trend to them. Once you’ve outlasted your usefulness, they’ll abandon you and move on to the next gimmick”
Well… To be honest
This has been Odin’s reality for a LONG time now
He’s just too braindead to realize it
“Both of you are entering this event because you want to win a shot at the TV Title, while I’m only here because it’s my job. I don’t care about these tinsel accolades they dangle over me anymore. And to be honest, winning or losing this match won’t really make much of a difference anyway”
“So instead of focusing on feuds or babbling about bad blood, I’m going out there on Monday night to work a match against a chic who thinks she’s queen shit and her hated rival Mr. Potato Head. If I win, cool. If I lose, whatever. The TV title is nothing but a prop - a little gold star to make you feel special enough so that you’ll continue to put your ass on the line to enrich the executives.”
“My goal isn’t to make a point. Nor is it to avenge old grievances. It’s not to win a match and get another token reign with the TV Title. Hell, I may even have Providence make an appearance to fan the flames and beat both of your asses?”
She shrugs… Their interjection in her “match” with Mason Jones last week was a hotly discussed matter amongst the fans and the dirt sheets. It was even rumored that they put him in the hospital
“No Addy… I don’t need to win some stupid match to validate myself. And I don’t need to absorb more unprotected chair shots to the head to lower my intellect to that of Balfore. I’m just here to work. Maybe I’ll stretch you, maybe I won't? Maybe I’ll try to twist one of your limbs out of socket to hear you scream… Or maybe I’ll kick back and do commentary for the match?”
Tatiana’s grin only increases as she leans against the wall, her gaze never leaving the camera even despite there being ample distraction all around. People coming and going, staggering through the shot so drunk (or high) that they don’t even seem to notice that she’s in the middle of filming something.
“Heck, I might even get ambitious and decide to win the match for the hell of it… Who knows?”
Going into a big match with the fuck ‘em mentality was rather freeing. It takes all the anxiety away from you, removes the pressure and vindicates any decision (good or bad) that you might make. She felt that she could beat anyone in any match on this roster. That she was the most rounded and skilled wrestler here… And that if she really wanted it - TJ could do some damage to anyone on this roster.
“It’s easy to call yourself the baddest and most exciting superstar on the roster, but it’s another to walk the walk and consistently deliver top level matches… And I don’t mean just when you have a title shot or find yourself on the marquee, but even when you’re booked against some nobody on a house show. You may have flashes of greatness, but consistency isn’t your strong suit… So which Addy will show up on Clash?”
She pulls off the wall, once again running a hand through her hair
“And Odin… Old pal. If I wasted too much time talking down your competency - than I’m sorry”
She smiles
“Oh, not for calling you a potato… But for not taking a little more time to come up with something a bit more witty to throw at you. But then again… You’re really not worth that much of my time. And you’re too dumb to get the point anyway”
She pushes a door open leading to the main area of the club before stopping abruptly. There was a pause before she looked back over her shoulder to add a parting word
“Oh hey… Good luck to both of you on Monday Night. You’re gonna need it”
TJ winks, that grin flashing across her face as she pushes through and out of scene…
We find ourselves in the backstage corridors of a popular nightclub. It was unclear where and which one exactly - but the neon lighting, busy backstage and techno beat playing in the background suggest it’s a high-end venue in an affluent part of whatever city she was in.
It didn’t matter
TJ shrugged, her pace slowing as she passed several other patrons. Two of which are furiously making out while another is doubled over and wheezing as if she were having a bad trip… It was all ascetic - none of it served as a distraction.
“What do you want me to do? Start talking shit about Addy or Odin? Banter about past challenges and new horizons? Maybe I could give you some vapid self-absorbed diatribe about how ‘edgy’ and bad ass I am?”
She made the latter points with air quotes and an eye roll. Her journey through the cinder block hallways of this techno club continued at a slow pace. She was dressed for the occasion in a pair of denim skinny jeans, a blue hoodie under her trademark leather jacket.
Her hair was full-on lesbian rock icon
Or as we in AW like to call it…
-The Johnny Bacchus-
“Yeah, sure… Addy’s a big talker. A kid that thinks she’s done it all and mastered all there is to master. I admit that I appreciate her spunk and attitude, though her focus is misplaced.”
Addy talks like she’s a modern day legend when really she’s just another fish trying to swim in a crowded bowl. It was so typical of this generation of wrestlers - all talk and no tact. It was the Millennial/Gen Z generation of TikTok focused ADHD motherfuckers who don’t know how to weave a story or have a match that is something other than big spots and stupid fan chants.
-This is Awesome - This is Awesome-
(More like)
-This is Vapid - This is Vapid-
“And then we have Odin Balfore”
She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose in frustration. What else could she possibly say about this seven-foot tall misogynist? He’s about as focused as a brain dead crash dummy and equally as talented. The only reason he’s in the business is because he’s freakishly big and strong. His best attribute is pissing everyone in the locker room off - and that’s obvious from the fact that NOBODY likes him.
Even Addy spent her whole vignette obsessing over him
“What can I say to you big guy? I don’t think anything would register anyway. I mean, your brain is so fraught with CTE that you have the mental stability of a pet rock. If they ever took the time to actually have you evaluated by a brain specialist, they’d wrap you in tin foil and put you in the oven for 45 minutes.”
She pauses - a little grin teasing the edge of her lips
“Because let’s face it… You have the emotional maturity of a baked potato.”
This is a guy who can be seen on a regular basis babbling to invisible people backstage and talking to his hands like they actually can talk back to him… Though, who knows? Maybe he thinks they can?
“Much like with little Miss Addy…. Your ideals are misguided and represent a reality that exists only in your mind. The one thing that both of you have in common is that unlike me… You’re still naïve enough to think you can make a change. That you’ll go out there, and people will genuinely want you to succeed”
She rolls her eyes
“Newsflash kiddos… They don’t. You’re nothing more than a prop for the people who run Action Wrestling - and as far as the fans are concerned”
She chuckles
Truth bomb incoming…
Well… To be honest
This has been Odin’s reality for a LONG time now
He’s just too braindead to realize it
“Both of you are entering this event because you want to win a shot at the TV Title, while I’m only here because it’s my job. I don’t care about these tinsel accolades they dangle over me anymore. And to be honest, winning or losing this match won’t really make much of a difference anyway”
TJ shrugs, her expression remaining rather coy.
Was she being serious, or was this some tactic?
Did she really care, or not?
“So instead of focusing on feuds or babbling about bad blood, I’m going out there on Monday night to work a match against a chic who thinks she’s queen shit and her hated rival Mr. Potato Head. If I win, cool. If I lose, whatever. The TV title is nothing but a prop - a little gold star to make you feel special enough so that you’ll continue to put your ass on the line to enrich the executives.”
The only way you’d get to the top is by being a yes-man
Or knowing how to suck a mean dick..
Looking at you Angelo…
“My goal isn’t to make a point. Nor is it to avenge old grievances. It’s not to win a match and get another token reign with the TV Title. Hell, I may even have Providence make an appearance to fan the flames and beat both of your asses?”
She shrugs… Their interjection in her “match” with Mason Jones last week was a hotly discussed matter amongst the fans and the dirt sheets. It was even rumored that they put him in the hospital
Serves him right…
“No Addy… I don’t need to win some stupid match to validate myself. And I don’t need to absorb more unprotected chair shots to the head to lower my intellect to that of Balfore. I’m just here to work. Maybe I’ll stretch you, maybe I won't? Maybe I’ll try to twist one of your limbs out of socket to hear you scream… Or maybe I’ll kick back and do commentary for the match?”
Tatiana’s grin only increases as she leans against the wall, her gaze never leaving the camera even despite there being ample distraction all around. People coming and going, staggering through the shot so drunk (or high) that they don’t even seem to notice that she’s in the middle of filming something.
“Heck, I might even get ambitious and decide to win the match for the hell of it… Who knows?”
Going into a big match with the fuck ‘em mentality was rather freeing. It takes all the anxiety away from you, removes the pressure and vindicates any decision (good or bad) that you might make. She felt that she could beat anyone in any match on this roster. That she was the most rounded and skilled wrestler here… And that if she really wanted it - TJ could do some damage to anyone on this roster.
Whether that was bloated ego or self aggrandizing was up to opinion
And everyone has one.
“It’s easy to call yourself the baddest and most exciting superstar on the roster, but it’s another to walk the walk and consistently deliver top level matches… And I don’t mean just when you have a title shot or find yourself on the marquee, but even when you’re booked against some nobody on a house show. You may have flashes of greatness, but consistency isn’t your strong suit… So which Addy will show up on Clash?”
She pulls off the wall, once again running a hand through her hair
“And Odin… Old pal. If I wasted too much time talking down your competency - than I’m sorry”
She smiles
“Oh, not for calling you a potato… But for not taking a little more time to come up with something a bit more witty to throw at you. But then again… You’re really not worth that much of my time. And you’re too dumb to get the point anyway”
She pushes a door open leading to the main area of the club before stopping abruptly. There was a pause before she looked back over her shoulder to add a parting word
“Oh hey… Good luck to both of you on Monday Night. You’re gonna need it”
TJ winks, that grin flashing across her face as she pushes through and out of scene…
