Post by Tatiana on May 12, 2024 11:14:44 GMT -5
PROLOGUE | The Gold Medal
(On The Record Promo)
So, let's recap.
Vespertine - whose name sounds like a generic version of Aspercream - fails to defeat a clown for the Omega Championship, and then decides the whole world just needs to get her input during MY match with the flying dumbass? Not ONLY does she feel her commentary is necessary, but she goes all the way out on a limb to imply that I’m too old to do this anymore - that I’m over the hill at 41 and should retire. All this, AFTER she lost to a damn clown?
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WARNING: Vespercream side effects may include dry mouth, itchy or bumpy skin,
delusions of grandeur, and a general loss of cognitive ability.
Consult with your physician to see if Vespercream is right for you.
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The real question is whether or not it comes in original strength, or if it's only available in extra stupid?
Look hunny, I know you think you’re earning some clout with the suits up in the office by coming at me like this. You believe that shutting my mouth and silencing my contemptuous tweets might gain you a few extra brownie points and bump you up that card. Maybe if you can knock the fuck out of Tatiana Jolee, the fans will respect you? Perhaps you’ll even get into a position to challenge for that world title?
Imagine it… Vespertine, the ACTION WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
YES! OH GOD YES!
Wait… You lost to a fucking clown…
A CLOWN.
Ugh…
I’m going to give you the hard truth here kiddo… The fact of the matter is that the staff in Action Wrestling already has an opinion of you that is set in granite. They either favor you to ascend the mountain. Or they see you as a useful idiot to dangle in the mid-card until you’ve outlasted your usefulness to their ratings. No matter what you do, or how much dick you suck backstage… The fact isn’t changing.
Try as you might to impress the talking heads by interfering in my match... You’ve only managed to hand me a victory and gain the ire of the one person on the roster who can do the most horrible, AWFUL, and disabling things to you if you were somehow booked into… Let's say… A Grudge Match against her?
Wait…
What’s that?
A Grudge Match vs Vespertine, you say?
Ohhh no… Oh muffin… Sweetie… Vessie… You’ve gone and done it now. You went in stuck your nose into my business and instead of management handing you that carrot they’ve been dangling in front of you, they’ve instead booked you into a GRUDGE match against the fucking terminator, herself.
CONGRATULATIONS: You’ve earned a weeknight of pain, suffering, anguish, and bitter irony as you’re twisted into ungodly positions! The FIRST PLACE PRIZE is having your ligaments stressed to their breaking point by a woman you claimed to be washed up and finished just a week ago!
-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-
Can’t you see it, Ves? You’re being PLAYED here… They don’t care about you and they certainly don’t value you. You’re just a tool to them, a pretty little pawn who can be sacrificed for a little ratings bump. They've all ginned you up to believe I’m the bad guy for speaking out against the tyranny up above - and then sent you out there to teach me a lesson.
You probably thought this would help your stock in Action Wrestling.
But all you’ve done is to play into their hand.
Now you have to face off against a bitterly motivated shooter in a match that bars no holds and holds no prospect of improving your future.
Lose, and you’re just a fool who stepped on the landmine.
Win, and you’ve only managed to beat a ‘has-been’.
I’ve been in your position before; I’ve been the fool following the piper hoping for the prospect of greater things. But like the gulls that follow the troller - they only do so because they think it will drop fish into the sea. All while being led farther and farther away from the safety of solid land…
In a way, I feel sorry for you… I sympathize with your misguided concepts of advancement in this broken social scene. And I’ve been forced to take all the same hard lessons that you’re about to endure yourself. Does that mean I’m going to give you a break and go easy on you?
Hell no. You attacked me last week; the receipt is incoming.
I’m sure you’re rolling your eyes, or talking to the walls like some weirdo…
Or, maybe you’ll heed my advice? Would you see the light after all?
It doesn’t matter… I’m still teaching you a lesson, Junior. You Zoomers might think it’s cool to get those sweet, sweet likes on Twitter X after pulling a stupid stunt. But the era I’m from… We don’t take bullshit in stride like you kids do.
So, in the immortal words of Dre.
You fucked with me, now it’s a must that I fuck with you.
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ACT I : Downfall
(Off Camera)
-thud-thud-
It all started with Jill Park… My rise, my ascension into the ethos of greatness. After MONTHS of being played a fool, MONTHS of having Torture and Jill conspire to bury me month after month. Screw me over time and time again, I FINALLY overcame and BROKE that bitch to become the Action Wrestling WORLD Champion.
-thud-thud- |huff| - thud-
I was on top of the world… My dream had come true, and after 25 years of hard work. I had finally broken through that glass ceiling - I was the BEST in the WORLD.
Or so I thought…
-thud-thud-
"Keep going, don’t stop!”
-thump-thump-
If anything, it just made things worse.
-thud-thump-
TJ finally stopped, her chest heaving as she gasped for the air. Her fists ached from her battle against the punching bag and her trainer, who had held the heavybag from swaying too much, stopped the watch.
“Twenty minutes of non-stop attacking… Not bad.”
“Tell that to my shirt…”
I was soaked through with sweat, my hands ached from the onslaught, and I had been pushed to the edge of my endurance. My muscles burned and ached from the workout, but I felt good. It was easy to claim that I’m “old” because I’m 41 - but I’d never been in better shape in my life. And conditioning is what mattered.
“Sweat saves tears.”
Her trainer said with a chuckle before handing her a towel. The secession time was up, and she had other clients to prepare for… The gym was full of people, after all - some of which were here to watch TJ train.
“Yeah, yeah… Thanks Jess. Same time on Wednesday?”
“Yup… I’ll see you then. And good luck with your match on Monday.”
I nodded my thanks while wiping my brow… The match itself would prove to be a challenge. Despite my bluster on TV about teaching Vespa a lesson - I knew that she would prove a bigger challenge than I let on.
“Thanks.”
I think a lot of her as a wrestler, and she has potential… Maybe even somebody that could actually be the champion one day. But I can also see her walking down a path that leads to ruin. If only she could focus on HERSELF and not on winning props or gaining unearned opportunities, then she could shine.
Truth is, I was more disappointed in her than I was mad at her. But I couldn’t allow her assault on me to go unanswered - and thus, I was resolved to teach her a lesson.
Maybe not to hurt her.
But to educate her.
“Who knows… Maybe I’m the one in need of a life lesson?”
She muttered to herself before heading off towards the showers.
The smell of perspiration and grit hung heavy in the air…
Sweat did save tears - that much was true.
But crying seemed to be the only thing she was good at lately…