Post by Tatiana on Nov 13, 2022 6:21:58 GMT -5
“Bruce Cheeks?”
-siiiigh-
We find our reluctant Canadian hero standing outside a locker room door in the boring backdrop of a backstage area - dressed in her wrestling gear, with her hair tied up on the top of her head in a bun and an annoyed look on her face as she rubs the bridge of her nose in exasperation.
“Is this some sick joke? I mean first you agree to my release after I turned down an extension. Then after I begin negotiations elsewhere, Torture decides to go ahead and pick up my option like he’s doing me some huge favor. And if that wasn’t insulting enough… He books me into a match against the human toilet?”
“A guy called Bruce Cheeks… Who looks like the result of a tryst between sasquatch and an even uglier, fatter sasquatch. A man who has the vibes of a toilet seat with herpes… That’s my opponent for Clash?”
She grumbles, rather disenfranchised with the whole thing. Instead of getting a match with somebody that can at least draw - she’s in a dead spot on the card against a fucking comedy wrestler. And what was worse, she was being FORCED to appear on Clash on threat of a lawsuit and a potential no-show clause that would prevent her from working in wrestling till she was 42 years old.
“Ugh…”
She grumbles, shaking her head as she leans back against the cinderblock wall. This whole mess was a nightmare… Not only would she be making a LOT less money than she would have if she agreed to the new AW deal… But she was still stuck here, relegated to a joke spot on a card filled with people that didn’t even want her here in the first place.
“Well, I have no other choice but to show up on Monday Night and wrestle Donkey Kong’s slow cousin in a match that was designed to humiliate me… Bravo Torture - you’ve succeeded in forcing me to stay another year, and now that I’m stuck, you’ve decided to have a laugh by booking me into a match with a pile of shit like Bruce Cheeks”
“I’m not happy about it, and though I have no desire to be in the same zip code, let alone arena as that cretin - I’m going to go out there and work a match against a guy who is 200lbs bigger than me, and roughly 70 IQ points lower than a pet cactus plant.”
It was time to FOCUS on the match, rather than the circumstances surrounding it. She could be pissed off at Torture all she wanted. But she wasn’t in a match with the boss - she was working against his toilet. And the LAST thing she was going to do is go out there and lose for his entertainment.
“Let me make one thing clear to you, Cheeks”
Tatiana rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it all
“I’m not going out there on Monday night to play paddy cake with your big dumb ass. I’m not interested in your stupid games, and I don’t find your lack of hygiene to be clever or even effective as a way to get over with the fans. You’re nothing more than a dumpster with a fear of soap and water.”
“You might think this is some sort of game. You might take this sport like it’s meant to be a fun little joke, but I don’t. Wrestling is my life, it’s my world, and it’s given me a career that I can be proud of”
“I’m deadly serious about protecting the business from clowns like you. This is a COMBAT SPORT - not a comedy club. And just like any combat sport, you’ve got to get in the ring and actually fight to win. Sexually harassing women and shitting your pants won’t cut it - if anything, it makes you a part of the problem in modern wrestling, not part of the solution.”
“You’re the reason some people think it’s fake when it couldn’t be farther from the truth. You’re the reason there are some people out there that think wrestling is goofy, when it’s a legit combat sport… I PERSONALLY know people who’ve had to retire in their 20’s because of injuries they’ve accrued from wrestling - all while you go out there and make a joke of this business”
She could feel the anger boiling deep inside of herself…
“Well asshole… Welcome to Action Wrestling. You may think it’s a game, that it’s cool to be a clown. But on Monday night, you’re gonna get an old school style education in emasculation.”
This, she was assertive about
“And I’m gonna break you… One limb at a time, asshole”
-siiiigh-
We find our reluctant Canadian hero standing outside a locker room door in the boring backdrop of a backstage area - dressed in her wrestling gear, with her hair tied up on the top of her head in a bun and an annoyed look on her face as she rubs the bridge of her nose in exasperation.
“Is this some sick joke? I mean first you agree to my release after I turned down an extension. Then after I begin negotiations elsewhere, Torture decides to go ahead and pick up my option like he’s doing me some huge favor. And if that wasn’t insulting enough… He books me into a match against the human toilet?”
TJ was rather annoyed
Things here in Action Wrestling have not exactly panned out for her. She was looking forward to wiping the slate clean and going into her next adventure with no pretense. Maybe she’d go back to Canada where she’d spent the bulk of her storied career? Maybe a new American federation that was just opening up and had no superstar bias?
Either way, the idea of another year here in AW was NOT on her agenda…
And yet, here she was…
“A guy called Bruce Cheeks… Who looks like the result of a tryst between sasquatch and an even uglier, fatter sasquatch. A man who has the vibes of a toilet seat with herpes… That’s my opponent for Clash?”
She grumbles, rather disenfranchised with the whole thing. Instead of getting a match with somebody that can at least draw - she’s in a dead spot on the card against a fucking comedy wrestler. And what was worse, she was being FORCED to appear on Clash on threat of a lawsuit and a potential no-show clause that would prevent her from working in wrestling till she was 42 years old.
So was this Torture’s way of humiliating her for all the harsh criticism?
Probably…
Was it working?
Definitely
“Ugh…”
She grumbles, shaking her head as she leans back against the cinderblock wall. This whole mess was a nightmare… Not only would she be making a LOT less money than she would have if she agreed to the new AW deal… But she was still stuck here, relegated to a joke spot on a card filled with people that didn’t even want her here in the first place.
“Well, I have no other choice but to show up on Monday Night and wrestle Donkey Kong’s slow cousin in a match that was designed to humiliate me… Bravo Torture - you’ve succeeded in forcing me to stay another year, and now that I’m stuck, you’ve decided to have a laugh by booking me into a match with a pile of shit like Bruce Cheeks”
She claps slowly with an annoyed expression on her face.
That was a bit unfair to plants…
In fairness, at least the cacti wasn’t on the verge of shitting itself
“Let me make one thing clear to you, Cheeks”
Even his name was stupid…
It’s like an 80’s porn name..
“I’m not going out there on Monday night to play paddy cake with your big dumb ass. I’m not interested in your stupid games, and I don’t find your lack of hygiene to be clever or even effective as a way to get over with the fans. You’re nothing more than a dumpster with a fear of soap and water.”
GOD DID HE EVER STINK -Ugh! - She was going to need 12 showers after the match just to get the stench out of her hair.
“You might think this is some sort of game. You might take this sport like it’s meant to be a fun little joke, but I don’t. Wrestling is my life, it’s my world, and it’s given me a career that I can be proud of”
This despite last year being underwhelming (to say the least…)
“I’m deadly serious about protecting the business from clowns like you. This is a COMBAT SPORT - not a comedy club. And just like any combat sport, you’ve got to get in the ring and actually fight to win. Sexually harassing women and shitting your pants won’t cut it - if anything, it makes you a part of the problem in modern wrestling, not part of the solution.”
She was ALL BUSINESS and no nonsense.
Tatiana was a technical artist.
A shooter from the old school.
And people like this give people in this business a bad name.
“You’re the reason some people think it’s fake when it couldn’t be farther from the truth. You’re the reason there are some people out there that think wrestling is goofy, when it’s a legit combat sport… I PERSONALLY know people who’ve had to retire in their 20’s because of injuries they’ve accrued from wrestling - all while you go out there and make a joke of this business”
She could feel the anger boiling deep inside of herself…
“Well asshole… Welcome to Action Wrestling. You may think it’s a game, that it’s cool to be a clown. But on Monday night, you’re gonna get an old school style education in emasculation.”
This, she was assertive about
“And I’m gonna break you… One limb at a time, asshole”
