Come What May
Jul 2, 2024 0:11:21 GMT -5
“The Saint” Johnny Eden and Discovery Pro Wrestling like this
Post by Addy A on Jul 2, 2024 0:11:21 GMT -5
Adelaide Ainsworth sat amidst the echoes of her recent wrestling defeat, her body a testament to the physical toll of the sport she loved. Bruised and sore, she remained resolute, unbroken by the setbacks that had marked her journey—childhood trauma, the loss of loved ones like Robbie Hope, and now, surrendering her cruiserweight title at Evolution of Action Wrestling.
Los Angeles, her adopted city, sprawled around her as she lingered in the desolate SoFi Stadium parking lot. Clad in her blood-stained wrestling gear, a cigarette dangling from her fingers and empty beer cans strewn at her feet, she leaned against a light post. The rising sun battled through the city's perpetual smog, casting an ethereal glow on the horizon—an unexpected moment of tranquility after the storm of the wrestling event.
Occasional passersby glanced her way, and the security patrols made their rounds, exchanging brief nods and smiles with her during their otherwise monotonous shifts. These small interactions provided a stark contrast to the adrenaline-fueled chaos of the ring, grounding her in the reality beyond the spectacle of professional wrestling.
Adelaide's thoughts drifted to her journey through the wrestling world—a tumultuous path marked by both triumph and turmoil. She recalled her crowning achievements with pride: overcoming Madwoman Szalinski to claim the Trinity Wrestling World Championship, carrying the prestigious Wrestleverse Championship into Action Wrestling amid her illustrious reign as Television Title holder. Losing the Cruiserweight Title was a setback, but Adelaide's resolve remained steadfast.
Looking ahead, she saw the end of one era as the threshold to another. "Discovery," she whispered to herself—a vow to unearth new talent and test their mettle in the unforgiving arena of professional wrestling. Her determination burned brightly, undeterred by the recent disappointment.
The names of her peers and rivals—Karlie Nash, Sara Pettis, Johnny Eden—flitted through her mind, each representing a chapter in her wrestling saga. She regarded them with a mixture of respect, disdain, and competitive fire, acknowledging their roles in the intricate drama of the wrestling world.
As the sun climbed higher, Adelaide extinguished her cigarette with a flick, its ember joining the scattered debris on the ground. She cracked open a fresh beer, grimacing at its lukewarm contents—a minor act of defiance against the morning's heat. With a mock salute to the empty stadium around her, she muttered a farewell to the unseen audience that lingered in her mind. “Respect homies!”
Come What May.
Summoning an Uber with practiced ease, she navigated her phone with tired fingers, the weariness of the dying night settling upon her. Yet beneath the fatigue lay an unyielding spirit—Adelaide Ainsworth, the self-proclaimed Baddest Bitch, was more than a persona. She embodied resilience, a testament to strength forged through countless battles both in and out of the ring.
As she waited for her ride back to Venice, her sanctuary amidst the bustling city, Adelaide reflected on the challenges that lay ahead. Whatever the future held—a rematch, a new promotion, or a different path altogether—she was ready to face it head-on. With the same ferocity and determination that defined her in the ring, Adelaide Ainsworth stood poised to continue her journey as a formidable force in the world of Discovery Pro Wrestling.