Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2020 23:56:32 GMT -5
Stella strolls down a Brooklyn sidewalk with the Women’s All American Championship slung over shoulder. Passerbys cast accusing and pointed glares, for she is not adhering to the Governor’s strict face mask mandate.
”Was Lissie right? Is there an anti-woman agenda in AW? They hurled me into a tag team with jello brained Flop, and he did as his name indicates. Now? Despite me lifting up the women in AW, they’ve buried me under the curtains against a man I’ve already beaten and an enigma who has a million dollar body but a ten cent face, which he hilariously hides under a mask.”
Stella comes upon an old lady trying to cross the road. Being the true goody girl she is, she gently lifts her into a safe carry and trots across the traffic walk then sits her down. She gives the elderly lady the good ole red, white, and blue thumbs up and salute. The old lady slaps the shit out of her and shakes her fist over Stella’s refusal to wear a mask, then ambles away. Stella nods.
”Yep. 2020 for you. See what I mean, folks? People don’t want my help, but you know what? They’re gonna get my help. I’m gonna help the ever loving crap out of them. They will accept my help and will like it! It all starts at the Barclay Center this Monday on Cruiser Clash against Void and Kolya.”
She resumes her walk down the Brooklyn sidewalk as an ever increasing throng form behind her, following with cell phones out and some trying to punch her from behind but being pulled back by fellow citizens with more common sense.
”Kolya, when we last met I expressed sadness over you coming to America during such a dark time. We’d just elected a senile old pedophile into the Presidential office and people were cheering it. The media refused to condemn widespread destruction of cities, livelihoods, and businesses by terrorists within the Black Lives Matter and Antifa organizations. And now that sadness is even deeper, because I must use you as an example to the people and to GM Donald Doeslittle. I can’t merely escape with a win, I must decisively beat you and Void. A message must be sent. I will not be denied. My cause is true and just, and will not be held in silence. Do know that I respect you deeply despite the beating I must subject you to. You’re a tough, smart man. You don’t bite on the old Cold War garbage people try to conjure up to ruffle you. You’re doing your best to learn our great language, which is a sign of respect to my country. You’re constantly trying to improve. You’re working hard and I have no doubt someday you’ll have gold in hand. Monday night though? The only thing in your hands will be your face after you’re defeated.”
She stops, noticing the assembly now.
”As for you, Void? You could be the next big thing or the next big loser. For sake of competition, I’m gonna go with the former. You’ve adapted well to the new normal we live in. You already wore a mask to hide your insecurities, and now such things are normal. For a Nihilist like yourself, you sure do care about how people perceive you. So much for ‘the rejection of all religious and moral principles, in the belief that life is meaningless’ schtick, I guess. You’ve definitely found a meaning. The bruises on your fists and shins testify to this. A real Nihilist wouldn’t hide behind a mask; a real Nihilist wouldn’t wear one if it was mandated. Heck, right now I’m being more of you than you are of yourself. Fighting enigmas like you is worrisome, definitely, but since you can’t walk to the ring during your entrance without shielding your eyes from the lights, all I need is a flashlight to render you ineffective. A man can’t fight if he can’t see.”
She grins.
”Monday I continue lifting AW's women at your expenses, for I am become life, savior of worlds.”
Three finger salute.
”Scouts Honor.”