Post by FINN WHELAN on Mar 31, 2021 22:21:19 GMT -5
the butterfly effect: trash begets trash
She’d finally done it.
A multi-person match that could have gone to anyone, and she had the gumption to make it past. It was elation that she should have been feeling, but...to be honest, nervousness settled into her bones. She was able to do it, but now what did she have to do? She not only had a title shot, but she would be facing the woman who defeated one of The ReVenants who’d previously run the company. Erin Gordon was a fearsome competitor, and here she was...about to face her and contend for singles gold.
It wasn’t the first time she’d tried for it, but every time she’d tried to succeed for singles gold, it was an “almost”. She almost beat the women’s champion in her very first match almost a year ago, but it was another one of those multi-person matches and she couldn’t succeed. But now? Now she’d learned far more, been a part of a lot of different kinds of matches, held a championship...she could do anything, right?
She sat on the small balcony of her overpriced apartment in Queens. Spring was in the air, and for once, it was a bit warmer than the frigid air that hung over the city. It’d been days since Road to Victory, and now she’d finally come to terms that she’d done more than she ever thought she could, and now she had this opportunity in her hands. She twirled her finger absentmindedly in the end of her ponytail, looking at the traffic below.
“...so yeah. I got the pin, but I was out. Pretty much shit, huh?”
Kallie glanced over to her brother then, looking at Zachary with a smile on her face. Twins they were, but their personalities were a stark contrast to one another. Even though he’d won, it was in a fashion he didn’t like. Whereas she would have been elated, he wasn’t, and she knew it.
“You’ll get ‘em next time, Zach.”
“Yeah.” He frowned, slouching a bit in his chair as he looked forward. His mind was obviously on the match, how it could have been different. But there was nothing she could say to him that would change it. “Enough about me, how is it going with you?”
“Hm?”
“You’re not at Wolfslair, you don’t need to put on a brave face. Honestly, how are you faring with all of this?” He gestured to the air, indicating everything. “I watched. You made it through that match, barely scraping it through in the end, and now you have this shot...you’re nervous, and I can tell.”
“Maybe…” she murmured, settling her eyes on the traffic once more. She watched each car go by, her lip twitching slightly. She grinned, but she shrugged softly as well. “Honestly, I just pushed myself as much as I could. And then...then I won. I could have not. I barely made it through. But still, I did it, and now I have this opportunity. I watched that match between Carner and Gordon -- she did fabulously. Even if I don’t win...well, at least I will have gotten the opportunity to face someone amazing.”
The wrestler known as KERBEROS overseas scoffed and shook his head, tilting his head in her direction. “That’s not a winning mindset and you know it.”
“Not everything has to be about winning, Zach.” Kallie shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Did you forget about that part? The fact that I get to share the ring with all of the people, the fact that I get to face different kinds of people and still do phenomenal things...that’s what this is about. Not just winning.”
“Okay, okay, Miss Positive.” Like his sister, he rolled his eyes and put his booted feet on the balcony railing, crossing his ankles and tapping at the air. “But winning is what happened to you in the Super Scramble. That mindset you had was one of fire, and I think I know you best...you wanted to win that thing.”
“Of course I did. I wanted to make sure I stabbed people in the head and made them realize that their ways of doing things in this company are done. I mean, every single one of them came out swinging at the beginning, but the second they realized what they were up against in a fighter like me, some of them just stopped trying. Look at the result of it. Those of us that went into it with a fighting spirit, like Ruiz and Jennings, and that weirdo Jitterman...we all got two pinfalls at least. I was able to turn it into three, and here I am, now with a title contendership. But then you have those who just...stopped caring. Like they knew they didn’t have a chance, so why bother?”
Zach shrugged his shoulders once, nonchalantly. “Some people prefer it when the going doesn’t get tough, Kallie. They want things the easy way, not the hard way. You’ll get people like--”
“Greg Adkins?”
“Who?”
“Oh, my opponent at Prestige Sixty-Eight.” A sour expression covers Kallie’s face and she frowns. “Yeah. He was in that match too at Road to Victory. I remember...he said something about wanting the opportunity to face Keith Williams again, but now that Williams is no more, I guess that ship has sailed. Then again, he might want to face him so he can stroke his dick--”
Zachary spit out the beer he’d been drinking and turned his head to look at her. “Fuckin’ what?!”
Kallie rolled her eyes, nodding her head as she closed them and leaned back in her chair. “Yeah. Greg Adkins is a total sleazeball and represents the Ascension Wrestling Federation that allows bullshit shock value to open their roleplays. I don’t get it, to be honest. In the year 2021, we’re still fucking playing handgrab with each other, belittling each other with demeaning sex jokes, and acting like freshmen in high school because our intelligence level hasn’t matured past the sixth grade and never will. Trash begets trash, you know.”
“So, they’re honestly allowing a complete twatmuffin--”
“Twatmuffin?”
“Wafflecunt, is that better?” Zachary quipped, crossing his arms across his chest as he looked at her.
“Sure.” She snickered.
“They’re allowing this wafflecunt to come in here and act like a complete tool, post graphic fucking promotional videos for the sake of what? Shock value?”
“I guess I could pose a question. Marilyn Manson went for shock value in his art, where is he now? A rap sheet of a bunch of sexual assault accusations and disrespected by pretty much the entire world.” Kallie stretched her legs forward and planted her feet into the cement floor of the balcony, leaning over her knees with her arms. “That’s the kind of crap that Ascension employs, that’s what they let walk the halls of their venues. That’s what they push as relevant. It’s like I walked into 2001 in a large promotion that was getting censored by the FCC for their graphic displays of violence and sex. With someone like Greg Adkins, it’s not about wrestling, it’s about getting fucked and making an extraneous display of it so it makes up for his lack of wrestling talent.
Seriously. Who in the fuck has a piledriver as their only relevant move? The rest are just grotesque displays of sexual assault. You try to stick your finger in my asshole, I’ll be sure to rip it off so you can’t ever fucking do it again. Or if you want to do a Donald Trump? Yeah. There won’t be anything left of you at the end.”
Zach winced in response. He was partially surprised by Kallie’s venom. Then again...he cleared his throat. “Kallie, maybe this isn’t the best match for you.”
“Why?” She snapped her head over, narrowing her eyes.
“Well...you know…”
“No. Zach, this isn’t...this isn’t the same.” She shook her head. “This isn’t a man that is trying to control the situation, a man who has power on his mind. This isn’t a man who sees someone weak in front of him and knows that he can dominate the situation. This is a man who has a lack of all of these things so he tries to mask it in vapid sexual behavior because in some part of his mind, he knows that he’s shit and he can’t hang with the new kids coming in. This is a man that will try and try and try to get out of doing anything that requires him to actually wrestle because he’s a fuckin’ drunk and doesn’t even remember where he’s going or what he’s doing half the time. He tries to portray himself as this hugely intelligent wrestler, but every time I see him? He does absolutely nothing. Look at the scramble. After his pinfall? The one? He wasn’t even relevant for the rest of the match except to be pinned.
Dakota Jennings was mentioned as the main threat in his last promo….because he knew her. While he was giving me advice on pinning Xiaolong and Copycat -- because, of course, I couldn’t even dare to pin him -- he was making comments to Dakota about her abilities and how he knew she was the one to watch. She got two pinfalls. I got three, and he didn’t even have the decency to figure out who I was. He couldn’t take three seconds of research to realize that Dakota washed herself up in the rapids of alcoholism, and that the real threat was little ol’ sweet me. Yeah, I don’t have a lot of experience, but every match I grow, every match, I become better. I fight, I battle, and I become what I need to be in the moment. I don’t weasel away. I don’t have big dick energy but end up shriveling like a cold peen on a winter night in Alaska. That is Greg Adkins. Weasel-y ass lookin’ dickbag.”
Zachary stares at her, his eyebrow raised at the complete amount of venom in the otherwise happy girl’s voice. The Butterfly wasn’t always one to have an edge to her voice, but the more she seemed to be in a place like Wolfslair, the more she gained confidence and a rather verbose vocabulary filled with expletives.
“That sounded like Aiden…”
Kallie’s eyes widened and she raised her hand to her mouth. “Really?” She thought about her Australian friend, who was probably calling every single ten year old he demolished on Call of Duty a dickbag right about now. “Ohmigosh, I’m sorry…”
She cleared her throat, softly. “I have to beat him, Zach. I have to show that somehow, this shit isn’t okay. Coming in week in and week out while putting on sexual displays is gross and perverse and isn’t what wrestling is about. If that’s the legacy he wants to portray, then maybe he should go do parodies for porn, because it’s disgusting and honestly? No one wants to see that. We’re better than that. I’m better than that, and what better way to prove that my win at the Super Scramble wasn’t just a lucky fluke than beating the man who stands in my way towards a continued undefeated record here in Ascension?
I may be new, but I’m not stupid. And I’m going to bring to him every bit of damage that I can muster. If I’m lucky, I can punt kick his dick and he won’t be able to use it anymore for promotionals. Everyone would benefit from that.”
Zachary hissed out in pain, imagining it. It was definitely not a pretty picture.
END.