Post by Addy A on Jan 29, 2023 4:34:51 GMT -5
"Welcome to the Terrordome, Ellie."
"You're in the big time now, kid. There’s no barbie dolls or hot wheels cars to keep you entertained here. This is dog eat dog, bitch eat bitch. No time to second guess yourself in Action Wrestling. I was wise enough to watch you in the ring against Mason Jones, girl. I saw your hit it and quit it action that got you that win in the record books."
"Newsflash."
"I'm not Mason Jones."
"Are you ready for that?"
"Like everyone that's come at me before don't make the fucking mistake that I'm a stepping stone on your career to greatness. I am no one's fucking leg up. Especially as the TV Champion. I'm going to catch you in the ring and you will quickly discover you'll need more than you delivered against Jones. That's not a slight on your talent, it's a fucking fact. What you showed in the ring against Jones is not even close to what you're going to bring against me."
"You want this Action Wrestling lifestyle? That's something you want to be really sure about, girl. Because you sre going to find yourself in a fucked up world and fucked up situations that have no logical resonance but they'll be there beating the shit out of you."
"The first of which will be me. When you come for my Television Title - outside of heaveN and Hope - it's what I value more than anything else in this godforsaken world. If you want to take this from me."
"You're going to have to fucking murder me in the middle of that ring."
"Are you ready for that?"
“I know I am. A little bit of reading of the history books will show exactly what I am capable of when someone comes along to take something I love from my hands. And I’ll make this perfectly clear, if I haven’t already. I love this Television Title. I’ll allow you to put two and two on the end of that, El. Sometimes it's personal and sometimes its not. Now I don’t know you from a bar of soap, so I can’t call it personal. Not yet, but the moment that Adeline Floyd calls you to the ring - well it’s become personal to me, because this is my Television Title and I’m not going to allow any second show wonder walk into the ring and take it from my hands. Sorry, just how the business works. It’s not a place for dreams.”
“Your excitement for this business is fresh, it’s a nice distraction from the jaded and the angry that populate these circuits by the thousand, but don’t think that gives your pretty blonde ass a free pass when you step into the ring. Now, you’ll face the same nightmares that the pretty blonde Niobe Marton faced when you tried to take the food off my plate. I’ll gladly invite you to this party, my locker room is open and the tequila is always flowing, but those niceties are all fun and bullshit until we get the the fucking ring and I rip your teeth from your move. See, I’m not going to allow you to use your naivety as ignorance to the ways of the world or the ways of Action Wrestling. You’re going to find lifes a party until you’re blacked out drunk alone in a bedroom with the stars of the football team. It’s going to be a messy ending.”
“Are you ready for that?”
“Is this what you really want, El? Do you want to take the good with the bad, do you want to roll with the punches as your nights of parties and fun roll into mornings popping xanax and percocet just to sleep? Can you handle the deep lows that invariably follow the illustrious highs? If you can handle the fucking roller coaster than you don’t below here. Not in Action Wrestling. Not in my ring. You’ve felt those glorious highs, with a close to record breaking victory over a failing Mason Jones and Gold Rush you can see the peak of the climb with my Television Title luring you into the danger, but girl, let me fucking assure you are going to feel what it’s like to plummet back into the cold hard concrete as fast as you rose into the clouds last week.”
“Gravity’s a bitch.”
“And you’re going to feel the aftermath of its effect on you.”
“Are you ready for that?”
"You're in the big time now, kid. There’s no barbie dolls or hot wheels cars to keep you entertained here. This is dog eat dog, bitch eat bitch. No time to second guess yourself in Action Wrestling. I was wise enough to watch you in the ring against Mason Jones, girl. I saw your hit it and quit it action that got you that win in the record books."
"Newsflash."
"I'm not Mason Jones."
"Are you ready for that?"
"Like everyone that's come at me before don't make the fucking mistake that I'm a stepping stone on your career to greatness. I am no one's fucking leg up. Especially as the TV Champion. I'm going to catch you in the ring and you will quickly discover you'll need more than you delivered against Jones. That's not a slight on your talent, it's a fucking fact. What you showed in the ring against Jones is not even close to what you're going to bring against me."
"You want this Action Wrestling lifestyle? That's something you want to be really sure about, girl. Because you sre going to find yourself in a fucked up world and fucked up situations that have no logical resonance but they'll be there beating the shit out of you."
"The first of which will be me. When you come for my Television Title - outside of heaveN and Hope - it's what I value more than anything else in this godforsaken world. If you want to take this from me."
"You're going to have to fucking murder me in the middle of that ring."
"Are you ready for that?"
“I know I am. A little bit of reading of the history books will show exactly what I am capable of when someone comes along to take something I love from my hands. And I’ll make this perfectly clear, if I haven’t already. I love this Television Title. I’ll allow you to put two and two on the end of that, El. Sometimes it's personal and sometimes its not. Now I don’t know you from a bar of soap, so I can’t call it personal. Not yet, but the moment that Adeline Floyd calls you to the ring - well it’s become personal to me, because this is my Television Title and I’m not going to allow any second show wonder walk into the ring and take it from my hands. Sorry, just how the business works. It’s not a place for dreams.”
“Your excitement for this business is fresh, it’s a nice distraction from the jaded and the angry that populate these circuits by the thousand, but don’t think that gives your pretty blonde ass a free pass when you step into the ring. Now, you’ll face the same nightmares that the pretty blonde Niobe Marton faced when you tried to take the food off my plate. I’ll gladly invite you to this party, my locker room is open and the tequila is always flowing, but those niceties are all fun and bullshit until we get the the fucking ring and I rip your teeth from your move. See, I’m not going to allow you to use your naivety as ignorance to the ways of the world or the ways of Action Wrestling. You’re going to find lifes a party until you’re blacked out drunk alone in a bedroom with the stars of the football team. It’s going to be a messy ending.”
“Are you ready for that?”
“Is this what you really want, El? Do you want to take the good with the bad, do you want to roll with the punches as your nights of parties and fun roll into mornings popping xanax and percocet just to sleep? Can you handle the deep lows that invariably follow the illustrious highs? If you can handle the fucking roller coaster than you don’t below here. Not in Action Wrestling. Not in my ring. You’ve felt those glorious highs, with a close to record breaking victory over a failing Mason Jones and Gold Rush you can see the peak of the climb with my Television Title luring you into the danger, but girl, let me fucking assure you are going to feel what it’s like to plummet back into the cold hard concrete as fast as you rose into the clouds last week.”
“Gravity’s a bitch.”
“And you’re going to feel the aftermath of its effect on you.”
“Are you ready for that?”
Neveah Ainsworth was bored, as she normally was when her mother wasn’t home. Her friend, Robbie has flown somewhere with his mother to meet her new boyfriend. Her grandmother, while ostensibly caring for her, was snoring like a walrus in an alcohol induced slumber on the couch.
She had nothing to do.
That was when she found the carelessly discarded cigarette lighter on the coffee table. Aimlessly, she started flicking the switch and watching the flame dance in front of her eyes. She found it intoxicating and wanted to watch it more and more. Unfortunately, she found it would get too hot for her tiny fingers to hold it on for a substantial enough length of time to satisfy her craving. Her desire.
That was when she found a length of paper, striking the lighter she held the flame and watched it take hold as she held it between her fingers. The red and yellow danced like ballerinas in front of her eyes.
She is pleased.
She is excited.
“The ring for all of the glitz and glamour it will cover you is a place that is as unforgiving as a scorned mistress when you don’t get it everything right. When you don’t account for the tenacity and grit of your opponent. I can see the will and the want in your eyes, Ellie. That’s a fucking given. But despite all of that you really look inside your soul and ask yourself just one question.”
“Are you ready for me?”
“Are you ready for me?”
