Post by Madwoman Szalinski on Jan 5, 2020 23:45:08 GMT -5
I remember the final days of Trinity Wrestling. There was a dark cloud above. I think most of the roster knew the days of our home were coming to an end. For months there had been an internal power struggle that had threatened to rip the organization apart. It was hard to ignore but me, I coped. I had no choice. My life goal was on the horizon and I couldn’t let a struggle between administration get in the way of my goal. By now everyone knows what that goal was. To become a world heavyweight champion.
The story of Trinity Wrestling is the story of Madwoman. Sure, there was more to be seen there than just me, but my own personal redemption began in Trinity Wrestling. I struggled, I fought, and I bled. I did it all to redeem both myself and my family name. I walked into Trinity Wrestling like a wild beast, taking out wrestler after wrestler in an open invitation battle royal. From there I took the Trinity Wrestling Television Championship by force. And… You know what happened after that. Addy A struck me down. The thing about that?
I never stay down.
It would be easy to hang up my mask and just give up. That’s never been me. Even when all odds are against me, I’m not the kind of woman that gives up on her goals and dreams. Even then, as the stench of Addy A’s unwashed ass polluted the air, my thoughts were not of giving up. No, my thoughts were of revenge. Of making that bitch bleed. I got right up, traveled back to Manchester, and trained harder than I ever had with that in mind. From that moment forward I would train for at least five hours a day, excluding Sunday, because I knew that what happened then could happen now. Anyone can strike you down in this business, it’s as easy as walking to the ring.
These situations always take me back to my early days in Ohio. You might laugh when I tell you how hard those days were, but certain parts of Ohio are pretty damn rough. That’s the world I came from, a world where crossing the wrong person meant taking a knife to the gut or a bullet to the skull. When people ask why I’m so paranoid, that’s why. Unfortunately success made me weak. It wasn’t until Addy A struck that I realized that. In a weird way Addy A sharpened me.
And that brings us back to my original goal. Addy A and I would fight twice before the FBI swooped in a took her. The second fight was see us battle through the streets of New York, a match I’m sure you’ve either seen or heard whispers about. My revenge would not come that night. In fact, for a while it seemed like revenge wouldn’t be mine at all. As Addy A rotted away in a cell I made my rise to the top of Trinity Wrestling, eventually reaching my goal. I became Trinity Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. Trinity Wrestling closed a week later.
I wasn’t happy.
The only choice I had was to sign with Action Wrestling. I worked out a pretty good contract and brought my championship over. Since then I’ve been working behind the scenes. But now, now I debut with the hottest organization in the world of professional wrestling. Revenge is in sight. All I had to do was dangle the prize and Addy A accepted. She came running. While she’s out enjoying her freedom, no doubt riding dick, I’m in Manchester training. Lifting weights, cardio work, and I’ve even been working on my ground game with a few experts Laurel knows. I’m ready, more ready than I’ve ever been in my life.
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The sun hasn’t even risen yet. The stars still hang high in the sky as Madwoman, dressed in her MadClan colored mask and matching sweat pants and sports bra, toils away behind the large house where she lives with Laurel and her merry band of misfits. That yard is littered with training equipment. Weights, a sand bag, stationary bike, and other equipment that would make the most hardcore gym rat blush. This is a holy place for our fiery haired heroine, one of the only places she can find true peace. At this very moment she is delivering fierce kicks to her full sized sandbag, kicks that are strong enough to take a grown man down for the count.
In the past few months since the closure of Trinity Wrestling Madwoman has bulked up. The masked magical girl has clearly been training hard, evident by her increased muscle mass. Right now she’s picturing Addy A in place of the sandbag. There is an anger to her kicks, unbridled and unchained. Low kicks followed by mid kicks, then a snap kick that nearly destroys the sandbag. It’s not enough to lessen her fury. It is empty and does little to silence the voices in her head. Her persistent psychosis just makes the voices even louder. Though she tries to silence them she cannot. It is her curse passed down from her parents. Though she copes Madwoman knows only one thing can silence the voices.
Taking Addy A down. Proving, without a doubt, that she is the better wrestler. The night spent in jail with Addy A still haunts Madwoman. It was mortal combat in that cell, mortal combat that left Madwoman bloody and missing a lock of her red hair. Mouse, as her family tends to call Madwoman, knows that night weakened her and emboldened Addy A. She allowed herself to grow weak. Never again, she promised herself, would Addy A do such things. It is for this reason that Madwoman continues to train without fail. Losing sleep, missing meals, even falling behind on episodes of the anime she loves so much. Nothing is more important than strengthening her body.
The sun begins to rise and still, Madwoman trains. In a few hours she will head to Omnes to train on the thrust stage, within the wrestling ring owned by Laurel Anne Hardy. She will not cease until the day of her match arrives. Then, and only then, will she rest for a few short hours. Just long enough for a nap and a meal. Then, she will step into the ring with bloody vengeance upon her mind. The crimes Addy A has committed against professional wrestling will be answered on that day.
The story of Trinity Wrestling is the story of Madwoman. Sure, there was more to be seen there than just me, but my own personal redemption began in Trinity Wrestling. I struggled, I fought, and I bled. I did it all to redeem both myself and my family name. I walked into Trinity Wrestling like a wild beast, taking out wrestler after wrestler in an open invitation battle royal. From there I took the Trinity Wrestling Television Championship by force. And… You know what happened after that. Addy A struck me down. The thing about that?
I never stay down.
It would be easy to hang up my mask and just give up. That’s never been me. Even when all odds are against me, I’m not the kind of woman that gives up on her goals and dreams. Even then, as the stench of Addy A’s unwashed ass polluted the air, my thoughts were not of giving up. No, my thoughts were of revenge. Of making that bitch bleed. I got right up, traveled back to Manchester, and trained harder than I ever had with that in mind. From that moment forward I would train for at least five hours a day, excluding Sunday, because I knew that what happened then could happen now. Anyone can strike you down in this business, it’s as easy as walking to the ring.
These situations always take me back to my early days in Ohio. You might laugh when I tell you how hard those days were, but certain parts of Ohio are pretty damn rough. That’s the world I came from, a world where crossing the wrong person meant taking a knife to the gut or a bullet to the skull. When people ask why I’m so paranoid, that’s why. Unfortunately success made me weak. It wasn’t until Addy A struck that I realized that. In a weird way Addy A sharpened me.
And that brings us back to my original goal. Addy A and I would fight twice before the FBI swooped in a took her. The second fight was see us battle through the streets of New York, a match I’m sure you’ve either seen or heard whispers about. My revenge would not come that night. In fact, for a while it seemed like revenge wouldn’t be mine at all. As Addy A rotted away in a cell I made my rise to the top of Trinity Wrestling, eventually reaching my goal. I became Trinity Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. Trinity Wrestling closed a week later.
I wasn’t happy.
The only choice I had was to sign with Action Wrestling. I worked out a pretty good contract and brought my championship over. Since then I’ve been working behind the scenes. But now, now I debut with the hottest organization in the world of professional wrestling. Revenge is in sight. All I had to do was dangle the prize and Addy A accepted. She came running. While she’s out enjoying her freedom, no doubt riding dick, I’m in Manchester training. Lifting weights, cardio work, and I’ve even been working on my ground game with a few experts Laurel knows. I’m ready, more ready than I’ve ever been in my life.
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The sun hasn’t even risen yet. The stars still hang high in the sky as Madwoman, dressed in her MadClan colored mask and matching sweat pants and sports bra, toils away behind the large house where she lives with Laurel and her merry band of misfits. That yard is littered with training equipment. Weights, a sand bag, stationary bike, and other equipment that would make the most hardcore gym rat blush. This is a holy place for our fiery haired heroine, one of the only places she can find true peace. At this very moment she is delivering fierce kicks to her full sized sandbag, kicks that are strong enough to take a grown man down for the count.
In the past few months since the closure of Trinity Wrestling Madwoman has bulked up. The masked magical girl has clearly been training hard, evident by her increased muscle mass. Right now she’s picturing Addy A in place of the sandbag. There is an anger to her kicks, unbridled and unchained. Low kicks followed by mid kicks, then a snap kick that nearly destroys the sandbag. It’s not enough to lessen her fury. It is empty and does little to silence the voices in her head. Her persistent psychosis just makes the voices even louder. Though she tries to silence them she cannot. It is her curse passed down from her parents. Though she copes Madwoman knows only one thing can silence the voices.
Taking Addy A down. Proving, without a doubt, that she is the better wrestler. The night spent in jail with Addy A still haunts Madwoman. It was mortal combat in that cell, mortal combat that left Madwoman bloody and missing a lock of her red hair. Mouse, as her family tends to call Madwoman, knows that night weakened her and emboldened Addy A. She allowed herself to grow weak. Never again, she promised herself, would Addy A do such things. It is for this reason that Madwoman continues to train without fail. Losing sleep, missing meals, even falling behind on episodes of the anime she loves so much. Nothing is more important than strengthening her body.
The sun begins to rise and still, Madwoman trains. In a few hours she will head to Omnes to train on the thrust stage, within the wrestling ring owned by Laurel Anne Hardy. She will not cease until the day of her match arrives. Then, and only then, will she rest for a few short hours. Just long enough for a nap and a meal. Then, she will step into the ring with bloody vengeance upon her mind. The crimes Addy A has committed against professional wrestling will be answered on that day.