Post by Tatiana on Jul 3, 2024 6:04:17 GMT -5
“What exactly do you want from me, huh?”
The words of a tired, bedraggled wrestling veteran… Burnt out, sore, still trying to rationalize everything that has - to this point- seemed irrational. All of this and for what? To end the season with a “BANG” or to go out in a puff of smoke?
What difference did it make?
Jolee - long synonymous with suffrage (rather justified or of her own volition) was left to unpack what had been meant to be this HUGE EXCITING NEW ADVENTURE! Oh wow, ACTION WRESTLING was no more!
Not only did we have new ownership, but also a new network and maybe all new staff.
“You want me to dance on the chest of a corpse? To venerate the demise of something that's been on life support since I won the World Championship from Jill Park?”
Her reign, forever tainted by that stupid piss gate bullshit had only forced her into a corner.
Bitter, disillusioned, never given a fair shake.
She was roundly defeated by a guy who already had both feet out the door - and to go out in such a humiliating style?
For what?
To be made a joke of?
To be martyred for a federation on life support?Damn straight, she was bitter… She had the right to be.
“Well, here’s the big news… You’re headline of the day… Quote me here, people... I don’t give a damn about any of it.”
She remained seated on a wooden bench in a quiet locker room, her stylish hair was a wet mess, hanging down to obscure her face as she untapped her wrists. It felt as if the fans had left ages ago… It was almost as if the whole world turned off leaving her under this dim light. Alone and retrospective on the past few years…
“When I came to Action Wrestling three years ago, I believed in something. A veteran, a journeyman, I came looking for a new start - a grand adventure and an opportunity to be something BIGGER than some indie starlet…” -she scoffs - “What I got was chewed up and spit out… Demoralized, broken by a corrupt machine who cared only for profit. Maybe I was naive to have faith in a broken dream. Maybe I’m the asshole?”
Jolee shook her head solemnly… Almost as if resigned to some manifest destiny.
She had been… By far… The most controversial and adversarial member of the AW roster. Few were as outspoken as she was, and even fewer could divide opinion in the way she has. Some see her as the victim of a machine while others consider her a blowhard crying from the mountaintops because it didn’t go the way she wanted.
Love or hate her, Tatiana Jolee was certainly part of the ACTION WRESTLING story.
And whether or not, she had any influence on its inevitable demise will remain divisive for as long as she’s still in the business.
“I’d love to sit here and give you the sunshine treatment… To beat my chest and claim that DISCOVERY PRO will be a FRESH start - a new era in professional wrestling that will ECLIPSE anything AW ever did. But how can I know?” - Another shrug - “Hell, I don’t even know if they’re planning to honor any contracts.”
Quite frankly, only a few knew for sure…
And she wasn’t in that group.
“It’s funny… I would have thought there would be a more profound sense of victory in me today. That, I’d feel vindicated to see Action Wrestling crumble into the abyss of history… And yet, I feel nothing. No victory, no joy, no accomplishment…”
Her gaze seems to stare off into the vastness before her…
It was as if she were looking at eternal victory - and yet somehow - also, into the deepest, darkest void of utter defeat.
“Perhaps it’s just as good… To celebrate defeat is no better than mourning success. What is done, is done. Good riddance, Action Wrestling. Hello Discovery Pro.”
Her eyes lift from that void to meet the camera as she irks a slight grin from her parched lips
"Nice to meet you Discovery Pro... I'm your destiny. I'm your demise. I'm your nothing."
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