“Can We Talk About Something Else?” Part I
Jan 25, 2020 17:19:43 GMT -5
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Post by “The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley on Jan 25, 2020 17:19:43 GMT -5
I D o n t P r a c t i c e S a n t e r i a
I A i n t G o t N o C r y s t a l B a l l
I A i n t G o t N o C r y s t a l B a l l
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Heavy boots thud across the lobby of The DuPont Circle Hotel as Wesley and Ariel left check in and headed to the elevator. The two were unusually silent until Wesley pressed the penthouse button and the sliding doors closed shut.
“What the hell, Wesley?” Ariel finally asks, breaking the silence, “A luxury suite? With a terrace?”
“Yeah?” Wesley replies, taken aback, “Whats the problem?”
Ariel shakes her head, her fiery red struggle ponytail flows back and forth as she does. Wesley silently scoffs under his breath.
“I guess I just don’t understand”, she states, “You used to be cool with sleeping in the back seat of your Chevy, but lately...”
Wesley shrugs his massive shoulders and sends a quizzical look in Ariel’s direction.
“Lately what?” Wesley asks curtly, his tone frank and pissed.
“I don’t know, man”, she answers, “You haven’t really been acting like yourself. These five star restaurants, penthouse suites, fancy clothes, showering every day? I feel like you’re changing, dude. Everything we’ve worked for...”
She points to the Tag Team Championships wrapped around the handles of their suitcases.
“...and everything we’ve done to accomplish this. It just seems like you’re throwing it all away. For what? It feels like you’re selling yourself out.”
Wesley raps his knuckles uncomfortably against the glass elevator wall.
“I’m not selling out, Ariel”, Wesley replies, “I’m cashing in. Everything we worked for has led to this. All the meditation and soul searching has lead us exactly where we needed to be: on top of the tag team division, and soon this path will lead us to where we deserve to be.”
“And where’s that?” She asks.
Wesley smiles, a laugh escaping his throat.
“At the top of this company”, he answers, “You said it yourself a few weeks ago Ariel. You’re tired of being overlooked. Now no matter where you look in Action Wrestling, our name is at the forefront. The IllumiGnarly holds all the power and we won’t relent until this company lays at our feet.”
“What’s the endgame here?” She asks, “Total destruction? That’s not what I signed up for.”
“You knew what this was when we started, Ariel”, Wesley states, his eyes narrow as he looks into hers, “You knew who I was when we met, just like I knew who you were. We’ve always wanted the same thing, I think we just lost sight of it along the way. All that weed must finally be getting to your brain.”
Ariel remains quiet this time, her cheeks a harsh purple, ears nearly steaming in anger. Instead of apologizing, Wesley doubles down.
“And speaking of signing up”, Wesley continues, “You haven’t even signed a new contract. It’s been like that for months Ariel and at this point, I’m not even sure if you want to.”
Ariel finally releases but manages to stay calm.
“Why do you care?” She replies, “You always said this place was basically WCF two-point-oh anyways?”
Wesley shakes his head this time, clinching his grip around his suitcase handle.
“Because we’re supposed to take it on together, Ariel”, he replies matter-of-factly.
“I’m still here, right?” she asks.
“Yeah...for now”, Wesley replies.
The elevator finally dings as they reach their floor. They walk in uncomfortable silence until the reach the room.
“This is it”, Wesley says quietly.
He slides the keycard into the slot and the door chirps unlocked. He pushes the handle down and opens the door inward. The two are greeted with one of the most lush suites either of them have ever laid eyes on. The den area gave way to a three bedroom split, open kitchen design, and doors that led outside to a fully furnished terrace complete with a fireplace.
“What do we need all this for?” Ariel asks, “I’m fine with just a bed and a balcony to smoke on, really.”
Wesley smiles and puts a hand on her shoulder.
“Look, Ariel”, he replies, “We’ve worked hard for what we have and we deserve to finally reap the rewards of that labor. You deserve nothing but the best, not some crappy Holiday Inn complete with bedbugs and crackheads.”
I’m not afraid of a couple crackheads”, Ariel states.
“I know”, Wesley says, “Fear has nothing to do with it.”
The two walk around and inspect the room a little further, checking the rest of the amenities as they go. Wesley opens a couple of bottles from the mini bar and hands one to Ariel.
“I know it seems like everything’s changing”, Wesley says, “But that’s not always a bad thing. It’s time we started taking ourselves seriously, otherwise Action Wrestling won’t take us seriously. There’s a reason we’re not on the tag ranking list.”
“Why’s that?” Ariel asks.
Wesley smirks.
“Because we’re above it, Ariel”, Wesley answers smartly, “There’s a reason teams like FemDom have to fight their way through the rankings and we’re the champions they aspire to be. Nobody can hold a candle to our shit, Shadows. We fuck harder then FemDom and we definitely fight harder then FemDom. While their den mother is tucking them in night night, the parties just getting started for The IllumiGnarly.”
“I’ll drink to that”, Ariel says as she puts the little bottle away and grabs another one.
“They can use all the mystic hoodoo voodoo bullshit they want but ain’t a damn bit of it is gonna help them at Revolution III. When it comes down to it, the difference between being victims or victorious in that ring is having the mental edge and that’s something we possess in spades. FemDom is coming into this match mentally exhausted from scratching and clawing their way up the rankings, fighting tooth and nail in the ring against tag teams we’ve already completely obliterated on our path to gaining the tag team championships.
“Allison and Anicka can’t even take a shit without Candice Black telling them it’s ok. They don’t even have full body autonomy, what makes them think they have the mental clarity or in ring ability to defeat The IllumiDaddy and The Dreamcatcher? Let me tell them their future, and I don’t even need a damn crystal ball to see it: they’re unequivocally fucked come Sunday night. That’s why I got the penthouse suite, pre planning for that sweet victory party we’re gonna throw after we stomp them dirty style into the ring. I’m gonna drop both of them so hard on their heads, nobody will be able to tell where the mat begins and their spine ends. Title retention is in the books already, it’s just a matter of how we do it.
“I’m not overlooking you two, I know just how aggressive the two of you can be in that ring, but we should be gettin that same respect from y’all. The thing is, we haven’t, and that will ultimately be your downfall. Last week, Ariel and I waited backstage for y’all to actually address this match and show us you were taking it seriously...but an entire three hour Clash went by and we didn’t even see you once. That tells us everything we need to know about you, not just as wrestlers, but as human beings. You could have come out and said anything, but what we wanted to know is how much you cared for these tag team championship belts and your answer was a firm ‘not at fucking all’.
“Nobody but us has even attempted to raise these belts to the heights they deserve. There is no plateau as far as The IllumiGnarly is concerned. We’ve been steadily climbing this mountain from the day we debuted as a team, getting our hands bloody, and we never even stopped to wipe the sweat from our brows. Can you say the same thing? Have you put your best foot forward every single week to get where you want to be? Or have you only gone hard lately because their was a destination in sight? You answered that last week when you were gifted the opportunity to tell us just what these championships mean and what you were willing to do for them, but you couldn’t even pick up a microphone and speak a fucking syllable.
“Y’all are mental fucking midgets. A couple of ham and eggers who got lucky for a month, but now find themselves staring down the ring at THE TWO HARDEST WORKING MOTHERFUCKERS IN ACTION WRESTLING TODAY! We put in work week in and week out whether we were booked on the show or not. There’s a reason we have the Tag Team Championships nestled around our waists and will keep them there until we decide we don’t want them anymore. Go ask any number of teams we beat the hell out of just exactly how far we’re willing to go to hold on to the dominion we built, the tag team division you’ve steadily fought you way through belongs to iGnarly and will until we’re six feet underground.
“I know this is the point where I should start beating y’all down individually, putting your personal strengths and weaknesses on trial, but the two of you are so unremarkably similar that it would be a complete waste of my time. When was the last time y’all had a thought that was completely your own? Man, FPV tried to get on my ass about controlling Geri Miller but that’s a grown ass women and I don’t control her actions. Like, y’all are thirty year old children with kids of your own and you barely breathe without Candice Black telling you to pull in air. That’s some wild shit, to be completely honest. Yo, blink twice if y’all are ok, for real.
“Yeah, you’ll blink twice all right. When you’re looking up at the arena lights right before you pass the fuck out after that IllumiDaddy Hook. Imagine doing all that work leading up to this match just to get knocked fucking unconscious and pinned for a three count. FemDom ain’t scratching their names on these tag team championship belts anytime soon. Open your mouths while I take a piss because that’s the only taste of gold you’re going to get in Action Wrestling, no if’s, ands, or but’s about it. Y’all are used to being the doms, I get that, but this week y’all are getting to see what it’s like to have a Daddy.”
Wesley and Ariel take another shot.
“You just had to say it, didn’t you?” Ariel asks.
“I couldn’t help myself”, Wesley replies.
A few moments go by before Ariel grabs another couple of drinks for them. Wesley sits down on the edge of the bed and Ariel lays down, putting her head in his lap.
“Starting to enjoy it a little, right?” Wesley asks.
“I get what you’re saying, Wes”, she replies, “The spoils of war and all that. I just don’t want to see you become the kind of person you despised when I met you.”
Wesley strokes her hair as they shoot their drinks.
“Ariel”, he starts, “I’m exactly who I’ve always been.”
He gives her a grin before planting a kiss on her forehead.
But the more Wesley thought about his reply, the more the thought started to frighten him as well. He gets up from the bed and looks out on to the terrace, into an uncertain future, though one he knows the path is paved in gold.