Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 23:38:16 GMT -5
Solar System
December 15th, 2018
Arvus, Polonium and I are in the cockpit of the ship. We’re headed towards Earth, as I have a Guardians meeting to attend to, and a match to prepare for. This could very well be my last opportunity at the Action Wrestling Championship. I have to make the most of it.
Polonium: SCANNING… I AM HAVING TROUBLE FINDING THEIR COORDINATES, PROTECTOR.
Arvus: Did they take off the teleporter belts?
L Verez: I hope not… Maybe they can form into one? There’s still much we don’t know about the species.
Arvus: Yeah, like their name.
Polonium: WARNING. ONE MOCK IS CURRENTLY TELEPORTING.
L Verez: Where to? Can you find out before they transport?
Polonium: SCANNING… IT IS HEADED---
Arvus: Here! Lookout!
We prepare as the Mock teleports here, but it is all in vain. As soon as Arvus is able to grab his sniper, the Mock speeds to him and throws him off the pilot seat. I have to catch it, but it’s quick, quicker than usual.
**BANG**
L Verez: GAHH!
It’s… more powerful… not… good enough…
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Boulder City, Nevada
That Same Night
I’m… awake. I’m not quite sure what happened. I’m not even sure where I am.
I sit up to try and gather my bearings. Ahh! I have a small gash on my left arm and leg. Hopefully that heals before my match. I seem to be in a large metal room. I’m definitely not in the ship anymore. These materials are from Earth. Titanium, steel, concrete. The air is thin as well, and the lighting is dim.
Polonium: YES, PROTECTOR. THIS WAS THE CLOSEST, AND SAFEST AREA I COULD TRANSPORT EVERYONE TO.
L Verez: What of the Mock, and our ship?
Everyone is quiet, and a little awkward. Maximus pushes through the members to break the silence.
I… I can’t believe this. That ship was my home. It literally was my home! Now it’s gone…
Arvus: This bunker is pretty low ki. We could turn it into a temporary base until the ship is fixed.
Zima sits by me and tends to my wounds. She can tell that I’m still flabbergasted.
All of them made good points, but it’s hard to think of living without the place I called home. I already my second home in UCI. Now I’ve lost my actual one. Being forced to adjust will be a mental blow. However, as Zima said, I must continue. I cannot let this defeat me.
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January 8th, 2019
I've brought the Guardians together to the new base in Boulder City, Nevada. It's good to be out of my awkward, human like clothing. Having to fit into their mold feels unnatural. I've never had to do so within a wrestling promotion, as I wasn't the only outlandish caricature in the fold, and it helped me stand out. Now that I have to live among average humans, I have to look more like them, which isn't the easiest task for an alien with glowing skin and lavender hair. At least humans dye their hair. Back to the subject matter, we've all seated at the round table within what I've made to be the meeting room of the base.
Kidsgrove: Technically, I never left. I just retired, which ended up being more of a leave of absence, I suppose. Either way, it's good to be here, though this room is dreary.
Zima'Ion: We're still working on the furnishings. Between working on this place and rebuilding L's ship, it's been a difficult few weeks for us.
L Verez: Nevertheless, it is good to have you back. As well, congratulations on your win against Spencer Adams. You've done what I couldn't, and for that, I commend you.
Kidsgrove: Well, thanks. I'm Mr. International, so winning is sort of a priority.
Claire, with her nonchalant demeanor, intervenes into the fold.
L Verez: Indeed. We do all have our matches this week, but a more long term direction is needed. I, for one, have my eyes set on the UCI Undisputed Championship, especially now that I’m booked to face Casey Holliday.
Claire: Good luck with that. Chick’s undefeated. Even Z-MAC couldn’t take her. Andre won’t either, whoever that guy is.
L Verez: That guy is the bane of my existence.
Claire: Oh yeah? Could’ve sworn I was just a few months ago.
She scoffs before kicking her feet up to the table.
L Verez: No worries, Jaice. We will neutralize them. Once that’s done, I feel it would be best for you to move on from 201.
Jaice: You sure? I was a pretty good champ. I could be an even better one, once I get it back.
L Verez: If that’s the direction you choose to go, then by all means. As long as you have one. There are other titles you could seek. You could go for the Television title.
Jaice: ‘Dunno about that. I kinda fancy Matthews.
L Verez: Err… well, there’s the tag titles. Beating #FightSmart would be a good look for us. You and Claire could tag together---
Claire: Nope. Not doing that. I’m not tagging with anyone.
L Verez: Claire… I understand that you haven’t been our biggest fan, but it would be a good idea for you to team up with one of us, especially Jaice, considering he’s the member with the most experience.
She sits up straight, looking a bit irritated.
L Verez: That isn’t a bad idea either. Jaice and Sam could always go for the tag titles.
Kidsgrove: I wouldn’t mind being a dual champion. I’ll keep it in mind.
Jaice: We’ll see, L. I like that we’re thinking about all this, but we gotta get rid of those masked guys before anything. It’s getting ridiculous, at this point.
Claire: She’s gonna have a lot on her plate with Casey Holliday, Wilds. I don’t know how well she’ll be able to help when’s she’s already dealing with so much.
L Verez: I should still be able to lend a hand. Even if not, I’m not the only member that can help.
Claire: That wasn’t my point. I get that you’re the big leader, but you’re burdening yourself a lot. Your spaceship is a wreck, you’re trying to build this place, you have aliens that hate you, and you’re a professional wrestler. You’re spreading yourself thin, which has probably been your downfall in the first place.
L Verez: It didn’t stop me from defeating you.
We stare each other down a bit before Zima interjects.
Claire: What about you? Are you just going to look from the outside in? Are you the eye candy?
Zima’Ion: Well, L thinks it’s best if I don’t risk myself, in case my immune system gets unstable.
Claire: Ahh, so it’s obvious that L is the one that makes all the rules in the relationship.
L Verez: Let’s not do this, Claire.
Claire: Why? She wants to wrestle, and you’re stopping her. Didn’t you used to train her or something?
L Verez: That was different. The competition wasn’t as stiff. She wasn’t in as much danger.
Zima gives me a regretful look… almost insulted.
L Verez: Zima, we’ve been through this.
Zima’Ion: Yes, and I’m sick of it! I shouldn’t have to be a benchwarmer to calm your paranoia. I could have helped you so much more against the Mocks, but you refused. I haven’t had an incident with my immune system in months. I’m healthier than a human, yet you still feel the need to keep me trapped in a bubble. Well, I’m done being trapped, and I’m done being protected.
She gets up and walks away… I go to chase after her. I grab her arm just before she exits the room. I’m hoping I can calm her down.
Zima’Ion: Yes, I do. I’m tired of feeling useless. I’m more than just a moral supporter. I still love you. I don’t want to leave you, but I have to be my own person. I just need some space.
L Verez: You don’t have to leave, Zima… I’ll go.
Zima’Ion: No, you’re the leader of the Guardians. You have a base to build and a ship to fix, as well as a match to prepare for. I need to find myself. Discover what I want to do. Maybe sign for a promotion. I’ll see you soon.
L Verez: Zima…
She pushes me off before rushing out of the room… I’m not even sure what to think of this. I just know that…
Claire: Oh, honey, that was all her. I just brought up the problem. She was the one with the pent up anger. I could tell when all our issues happened that she was keeping a lot inside her. You were just too delusional to see it.
L Verez: You…
Claire: Verez. You can be mad at me all you want, but it was bound to happen anyway. Either live with it and move on, or kick me out and continue to be in denial.
I want to continue to yell at her… but she’s right.
As everyone gets up from their seats, I can’t help but look at the doorway with remorse. Could I have been making Zima miserable this whole time?
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January 11th, 2019
As I prepare for my non title match against Casey Holiday this Monday, I sit alone in this empty room, Holo ready. No fancy imagery. Just me and the camera, which is glowing purple, signaling that it's recording.
L Verez: I will be the first to admit that, after a promising turn to the main event scene, that my run hasn't been very successful. I lost against Spencer Adams during the Wrestler of the Year tournament. My showing against Spencer led me to having the opportunity to face Karlie Nash and Sidney Warwick for the Action Wrestling Championship. An opportunity that I let slip, but at least then, I was millimeters away from winning the gold. It was my second opportunity that I can't get over. Thaddeus entered the fold this time. I was outnumbered, cornered, and eliminated right off the bat. I could go on about why the match happened the way it did, but all in all, it was one of my worst performances. I need to bounce back. I have to. My first shot is in a non title match against the UCI Undisputed Champion, Casey Holliday. I suppose my little social media encounter with Andre Holmes has put me in this direction. I will take it on with maximum enthusiasm.
I understand this won’t be an easy task. Casey Holliday is undefeated in Action Wrestling, and with my less than stellar performance last month, it would be silly of me to simply say “I will defeat Casey Holliday with ease, and storm my way into the UCI Championship Match at Revolution!” However, I will not allow myself to be counted out so soon. I am still the leader of the Guardians. That privilege was bestowed upon me for good reason, and I plan on taking full advantage of that. Now that I have welcomed Claire Hawkins into the fold, she is en route to a United States Championship match. Once we neutralize this “masked” annoyance, Jaice will easily win back his 201 Championship. His first reign was a rather successful one. As well, we already have a champion in our ranks in Sam Kidsgrove, the Inaugural International Champion. I’m not taking full credit of their fortune, but I can only assume that their Guardians label, and my guidance helped them get to their positions.
To be completely honest, I have no qualms with Casey. She has represented UCI in a fantastic way. She is by far the most successful UCI Champion in Action Wrestling history… but how far does that honestly go? Before I even get to that, I want to bring up the way she “earned” her championship opportunity in the first place. She took her Golden Ticket that, albeit, she earned back in UCI, but she didn't even cash it in until the UCI Championship was held by a paper champion, in Action Wrestling! She didn't even cash it in when UCI was still alive and well. Want to know why? Everyone that held the UCI Championship then were at their best. They were strong, willful competitors that were always hungry for a fight. Can you say the same for many of the title holders in Action? Bull, Frost, not even Bonnie was at her best when she was UCI Champ in AW. Anton made things lower than ever. That's when Casey came in, and she took what she wanted.
Although, I have to admit, Casey, you set the bar as UCI Champion. That's why you became UCI Champion of the year. Not one single person has been able to best you since you burst through Action Wrestling. Not even Zombie McMorris. You've been the one champion that has truly reminded everyone why UCI was so great. You've beaten multiple UCI alumni that are seen as legends. Now you have Andre Holmes in front of you. Someone that neither of us care for very much. He's a traitor, a liar, and a manipulator… but he's also the Inaugural UCI Triple Crown Champion, just as Zombie was the one and only UCI Grandslam Champion. However, both of you have something in common that I don't think you want to admit. As much as you want to boast about how much you care about UCI's legacy… just like Andre, you abandoned UCI. You left, kept the Golden Ticket hostage, and waited until everyone forgot about it before you cashed it in.
Meanwhile, I was making my name known. I joined the Guardians. I defeated Corey Black. I became UCI Hypermedia Champion. I won my shot at the UCI Championship that I still have never gotten a proper shot at, aside from Evolution, which included 7 other competitors. I did all this while you and Andre sat at home, enjoying your little vacation. That's why I became the Female Wrestler of the Year, and you didn't, Casey. I don't take breaks. I don't go on vacation. I fight. I may not always win, but I fight, I recover, and then I fight again. I hit my worst shortcoming yet. I was the first one to be eliminated in that fatal four way… but I won't let that stop me from killing your streak, and forging my way to claiming the title you hold high. This win could surge me into your match against Andre at Revolution 2. This could be how I get the match I earned after Civil War. I'll just be facing you and Andre, instead of Diderot and Preecha. I'm not going to let opportunities like this slip past me any longer.
People take my kindness for granted too often. Andre is a large example of that. I won't allow Casey to do the same. This is a match I have anticipated for a long time. It'll be one of my toughest to date. Win or lose, I'm going to give Casey every inch of what I have to muster. However, losing isn't my plan. The time for playing nice is over. People want me to be more aggressive? They'll regret what they desire. Casey especially has to worry. Once we step into the ring, her accolades won't matter. Her winning streak won't matter. All that will matter is my quest to take what I earned long ago, and earn it once again. I'm the one that's been scratching and clawing. I'm the one that's torn my body for this. This won't just be for the Guardians. This won't just be for UCI. This will be for me and my legacy.
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Statesboro, Georgia
January 13th, 2019
I should be in Boston, but instead, I’m here. In front of me is a rather lovely looking two story house. Wearing this outfit is very unsettling. There’s a couple people walking past, giving me strange looks… Okay. I can’t take it anymore.
~DING DONG~
Now I wait. Please don’t take forever. I hate being a pseudo human… Okay, the door’s opening.
The first the I do is hug him. My emotions have been heavy. Seeing a good friend was needed. Suddenly, I take a look in the living room, and I see a lot of equipment for infants, and I immediately regret my decision to come here. I release him from my death grip. I can tell he was taken aback by my less than normal behavior.
Damian: Oh, shut up. You’re struggling, and I’m in a stable place. It’s the least I can do. Come in. Make yourself at home.
I nervously walk inside with haste. Damian closing the door sends a wave a relief. It’s nice to not be in public.
Damian: L, please. Calm down. We’ll figure all this out. Just lay down for a while. Get some rest.
L Verez: I don’t sleep, Damian.
Damian: Well… just meditate or something. You’re gonna be here pretty often until your base is finished, so it’ll be good to get comfortable with the place until then.
I walk over to the couch and take a seat. I look at my surroundings. The infant equipment, the lackluster technology, the human food… this is going to be a steep learning curve.
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