“Can We Talk About Something Else?” Part II
Jan 26, 2020 13:16:16 GMT -5
“The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley, Bonnie Blue, and 2 more like this
Post by "Dreamcatcher" Ariel Shadows on Jan 26, 2020 13:16:16 GMT -5
But while Wesley’s path was paved in gold, Ariel’s was mortared with blood. Her journey to where she found herself wasn’t one of limelight and success. It was of sacrifice and struggle. Sure, she had seven figures in her savings account. And sure, she was instrumental in a new age of women’s wrestling several years ago when she was the head trainer for Girl Power Wrestling. Ariel just never got the chance to enjoy any of it.
While her trainees went on to win multiple titles in multiple promotions, Ariel was stuck fighting with Michelle Taylor. While her bank account swelled to millions of dollars thanks to an inheritance from her ex-husband, she now found herself a widow facing the storm of life alone. And while she had won two titles in Action Wresting, she still found herself at the bottom of the pack.
“All right, whatever. I’m rolling a blunt and calling in the kids.”
“You do that...I’m just gonna sit out here for a minute. Take in the scenery, you know?”
“Not a bad idea, since you spent so much money on it.” Ariel goes to shut the balcony door, but Wesley holds it open.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that apparently Action Wrestling still has a wage gap bigger than Samuel Flowers’ front teeth.”
“Well, maybe if you’d sign a contract you’d get paid better.”
“What the fuck does that matter? I do all the fuckin’ work anyway!” Ariel began driving an index finger into her chest. “I pinned Kidsgrove to win the belts. I beat Ryan Lockhart to be Ari2Strapz. When we defended the belts against RWB? I got the pin there, too. I couldn’t have done it without you, but maybe you couldn’t have done it without me either! So the least the front office could do is treat me like I’m just as valuable to this place as you!”
“Ariel, I had to earn this spot. I had to fight through hell and high water in two companies. You just got here in what, June? And you lost three straight. You started off on a cold snap, and it wasn’t until you teamed up with me that you were considered actual talent and not just a jobber to get fed to Man Made Gods and Walter. Why don’t you just sign a deal and be done with it?”
The liquor bottle in Ariel’s hand hits the floor. “Because they haven’t fucking made me an offer! Why is that, Wesley? Why did they re-sign you, but not me? I had two of their belts at the same time, and no contract to stop me from walking off with them! Something’s fucking fishy, dude. Fuckery is afoot in the fiefdom.”
“Don’t yell at me. I could have left your ass to get beat up by those rednecks in Kansas City six months ago..”
“I would have killed them all with one finger. If you don’t know that by now, maybe you don’t really know me at all.”
Ariel turns to walk back into the room, leaving Wesley on the balcony. “Where are you going?”
“To roll a blunt and watch dumbfucks hurt themselves on YouTube!”
“But you haven’t cut your promo yet!”
Ariel pokes her head back out onto the balcony. “FemDom: We’re Not Red, White & Bruised. There’s your fucking promo.” She turns back into the room, looking directly into the ‘camera’ and winking.
“Ariel…”
Ariel looks back out onto the balcony. “Wesley, seriously. They’re literally the exact same fucking gimmick.”
“Not the exact same. RWB was all redneck Trump 2020 and FemDom is all ‘my body, my choice.’ Totally different.”
“Really? I thought they were like, dominatrices or something.”
“Nope.”
“Well God damn it, there went the one thing I was looking forward to about this shit. At least if they were some kinky hoes, they’d be into pain and it would be a bit of a challenge defending the belts this time.”
“They might be. You never know, with these new third wave feminists.”
“It would have been a lot more fun if we still had the pet alien.”
“We have a Geri now. That’s kind of like the same, isn’t it?” Ariel opens her mouth and raises a finger, but can only close it without saying a word. “Well, we can agree on one thing. We ain’t got shit to worry about tomorrow night.”
“For sure. Like, these chicks have been around for six months and literally did nothing. Nothing. What in the generic three moves in their set knowing, HighSpots.com discount ring gear wearing, I trained for two months and wrestled in a battle royal before showing Torture my god damn pussy and getting offered a contract before the chick with two of your titles at the same time dumb cunt fuck is going on with this company? Is the entire tag team division just whores and bitches?”
“Is your friend Kitty still joining that tag team?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then yes.”
“Fuck me!” Ariel picks the liquor bottle back up from where she dropped it. “I think I know what happened. We literally destroyed all viable competition. When we went through Man Made Gods, Odin & Noble, that one team with the D&D gimmick, we literally blew out the rest of the tag division. And after beating Hollywood Elite, we officially ran all of Action Wrestling’s top competitors into oblivion. There was nobody left but RWB and FemDom. We beat the last one, we’ll beat this one too. And after that, we’re going to make our own competition. We will pick two people at random and beat the shit out of them every week until they team up and face us if we have to. Whatever it takes to get what we’ve earned.”
Ariel chugs a swig directly from the bottle. “I don’t know what else we gotta do to prove ourselves. We went through the entire tag division in one cruel summer. I still remained loyal to this company even without a contract, coming in every week and doing all this marketing horseshit just so everyone would watch the Cruiserweight Havoc. We tried my damndest to make these Tag Team belts mean something. We had fun with it, and we quit cheating to win just to try and make it more interesting. IllumiGnarly IS the Action Wrestling Tag Team Division. We ARE the rankings.”
“We care too much, Wesley.” Her face drops. “We love what we do too much to see it all go for nothing. And if we lose against FemDom, it was all for nothing. This is the final step to cementing our spot as the greatest tag team in Action Wrestling. This is the last team to beat. I didn’t come this far just to get rolled up and thrown back down to the bottom of a meaningless rankings system. We didn’t come this far. Let’s just finish this fucking thing once and for all. I’m fuckin’ over it, dear.”
She saunters back towards the couch, presumably near to where her weed is located. “Matter of fact, I’m so over it that I ain’t even gonna use our catchphrase.”
“Hey. Whatever you wanna do, my crazy little ninja bitch.” Wesley threw up his hands. ”You wanna be anti-climatic and get yelled at for not promoting the show good enough, be my guest.”
“What are they gonna do? Terminate my contract? I wish they would. Please, for the love of God, have them terminate the contract that they haven’t even offered me. I will laugh so hard my lungs will collapse. Not as hard as I laughed when I had to say the phrase ‘FemDom, number one contenders to the AW Tag Team Titl…”
Before she can even finish the sentence, Ariel coughs before erupting into a laughing fit. Wesley actively resists it, but within a matter of mere seconds he breaks out laughing as well.
The video ends with Ariel rolling on the floor and Wesley falling his knees, still out on the balcony.
While her trainees went on to win multiple titles in multiple promotions, Ariel was stuck fighting with Michelle Taylor. While her bank account swelled to millions of dollars thanks to an inheritance from her ex-husband, she now found herself a widow facing the storm of life alone. And while she had won two titles in Action Wresting, she still found herself at the bottom of the pack.
“All right, whatever. I’m rolling a blunt and calling in the kids.”
“You do that...I’m just gonna sit out here for a minute. Take in the scenery, you know?”
“Not a bad idea, since you spent so much money on it.” Ariel goes to shut the balcony door, but Wesley holds it open.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that apparently Action Wrestling still has a wage gap bigger than Samuel Flowers’ front teeth.”
“Well, maybe if you’d sign a contract you’d get paid better.”
“What the fuck does that matter? I do all the fuckin’ work anyway!” Ariel began driving an index finger into her chest. “I pinned Kidsgrove to win the belts. I beat Ryan Lockhart to be Ari2Strapz. When we defended the belts against RWB? I got the pin there, too. I couldn’t have done it without you, but maybe you couldn’t have done it without me either! So the least the front office could do is treat me like I’m just as valuable to this place as you!”
“Ariel, I had to earn this spot. I had to fight through hell and high water in two companies. You just got here in what, June? And you lost three straight. You started off on a cold snap, and it wasn’t until you teamed up with me that you were considered actual talent and not just a jobber to get fed to Man Made Gods and Walter. Why don’t you just sign a deal and be done with it?”
The liquor bottle in Ariel’s hand hits the floor. “Because they haven’t fucking made me an offer! Why is that, Wesley? Why did they re-sign you, but not me? I had two of their belts at the same time, and no contract to stop me from walking off with them! Something’s fucking fishy, dude. Fuckery is afoot in the fiefdom.”
“Don’t yell at me. I could have left your ass to get beat up by those rednecks in Kansas City six months ago..”
“I would have killed them all with one finger. If you don’t know that by now, maybe you don’t really know me at all.”
Ariel turns to walk back into the room, leaving Wesley on the balcony. “Where are you going?”
“To roll a blunt and watch dumbfucks hurt themselves on YouTube!”
“But you haven’t cut your promo yet!”
Ariel pokes her head back out onto the balcony. “FemDom: We’re Not Red, White & Bruised. There’s your fucking promo.” She turns back into the room, looking directly into the ‘camera’ and winking.
“Ariel…”
Ariel looks back out onto the balcony. “Wesley, seriously. They’re literally the exact same fucking gimmick.”
“Not the exact same. RWB was all redneck Trump 2020 and FemDom is all ‘my body, my choice.’ Totally different.”
“Really? I thought they were like, dominatrices or something.”
“Nope.”
“Well God damn it, there went the one thing I was looking forward to about this shit. At least if they were some kinky hoes, they’d be into pain and it would be a bit of a challenge defending the belts this time.”
“They might be. You never know, with these new third wave feminists.”
“It would have been a lot more fun if we still had the pet alien.”
“We have a Geri now. That’s kind of like the same, isn’t it?” Ariel opens her mouth and raises a finger, but can only close it without saying a word. “Well, we can agree on one thing. We ain’t got shit to worry about tomorrow night.”
“For sure. Like, these chicks have been around for six months and literally did nothing. Nothing. What in the generic three moves in their set knowing, HighSpots.com discount ring gear wearing, I trained for two months and wrestled in a battle royal before showing Torture my god damn pussy and getting offered a contract before the chick with two of your titles at the same time dumb cunt fuck is going on with this company? Is the entire tag team division just whores and bitches?”
“Is your friend Kitty still joining that tag team?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then yes.”
“Fuck me!” Ariel picks the liquor bottle back up from where she dropped it. “I think I know what happened. We literally destroyed all viable competition. When we went through Man Made Gods, Odin & Noble, that one team with the D&D gimmick, we literally blew out the rest of the tag division. And after beating Hollywood Elite, we officially ran all of Action Wrestling’s top competitors into oblivion. There was nobody left but RWB and FemDom. We beat the last one, we’ll beat this one too. And after that, we’re going to make our own competition. We will pick two people at random and beat the shit out of them every week until they team up and face us if we have to. Whatever it takes to get what we’ve earned.”
Ariel chugs a swig directly from the bottle. “I don’t know what else we gotta do to prove ourselves. We went through the entire tag division in one cruel summer. I still remained loyal to this company even without a contract, coming in every week and doing all this marketing horseshit just so everyone would watch the Cruiserweight Havoc. We tried my damndest to make these Tag Team belts mean something. We had fun with it, and we quit cheating to win just to try and make it more interesting. IllumiGnarly IS the Action Wrestling Tag Team Division. We ARE the rankings.”
“We care too much, Wesley.” Her face drops. “We love what we do too much to see it all go for nothing. And if we lose against FemDom, it was all for nothing. This is the final step to cementing our spot as the greatest tag team in Action Wrestling. This is the last team to beat. I didn’t come this far just to get rolled up and thrown back down to the bottom of a meaningless rankings system. We didn’t come this far. Let’s just finish this fucking thing once and for all. I’m fuckin’ over it, dear.”
She saunters back towards the couch, presumably near to where her weed is located. “Matter of fact, I’m so over it that I ain’t even gonna use our catchphrase.”
“Hey. Whatever you wanna do, my crazy little ninja bitch.” Wesley threw up his hands. ”You wanna be anti-climatic and get yelled at for not promoting the show good enough, be my guest.”
“What are they gonna do? Terminate my contract? I wish they would. Please, for the love of God, have them terminate the contract that they haven’t even offered me. I will laugh so hard my lungs will collapse. Not as hard as I laughed when I had to say the phrase ‘FemDom, number one contenders to the AW Tag Team Titl…”
Before she can even finish the sentence, Ariel coughs before erupting into a laughing fit. Wesley actively resists it, but within a matter of mere seconds he breaks out laughing as well.
The video ends with Ariel rolling on the floor and Wesley falling his knees, still out on the balcony.