Chapter two: Return to the game. Part Seven.
Aug 1, 2021 20:41:09 GMT -5
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The light of the laptop display shines on a tired and weary Alyssa Lucchi. Her brown hair was tied back, she’s wearing comfortable grey sweat pants and an oversized and faded RSW sweater that had been a deep navy blue once upon a tine, she didn’t have anyone to impress currently.
Old painted brickwork comprised the wall to her right which she rested upon. Curled up in a worn faux leather wide armed chair, she looked like a college senior awaiting their significant other on a lazy Tuesday night. She sighed, letting her imagination run just a little.
What had happened between them might have been wrong, but it was magical, and she knew he felt it too!
If it hadn’t been for the match with Donzig, if not for Freakke and Steve Awesome, maybe they’d have…
She was torturing herself almost as much as he had since Honor, she followed him like a lovesick schoolgirl and he was so caught up in what had happened that he didn’t even notice.
Throwing her head in her hands, she thinks back to when they first met.
She remembered waiting in the corridors of PWA’s headquarters. There was some new signing that had generated some buzz elsewhere. There was competition between the Pinnacle interview staff back then, and though she had no idea who this new signee was, she needed to be first.
Before the ink on his contract had time to dry, she ambushed him in the hallway for an impromptu interview. He wasn’t impressed.
The next time they spoke, he showed up at her apartment at three in the morning to return the favour. It was the beginning of a continual game of cat and mouse.
She’d have shut the door in his face if he hadn’t pointed out that his contract was about to expire and he still held the company’s Ascension Championship.
For the entirety of their time working together in PWA, he kept her guessing. At first she thought it was torture. Looking back on it all now, she began to wonder more still.
Could they give it another try? Would he be willing to? She didn’t know the answer. She only knew how she felt, sorry she’d ever kissed Shane Mitchell.
If she knew then what she knew now, things would have been different. Silence was how he dealt with failure, with adversity.
He didn’t gripe and moan like most wrestlers, he studied what he did, what went well. What went wrong. He genuinely attempted to learn from each contest win or lose.
His entering the room snapped her from her musings and misery. “Hey!” She shot up in the chair like a bolt. “You’re back.”
Having just returned from the gym, he looked completely different than usual. The face paint is missing, his hair is damp with sweat and tired back with a thin leather cord.
“How’d it go?” She asked, trying to find the perfect balance between caring and retaining some semblance of her dignity.
“Good.” He nodded before adding. “I had a chance to see Steve Awesome’s little message to me…”
She’d been wondering when he’d see that. “He’s…something, isn’t he.”
She wasn’t aware of the door she had opened, “If by something, you mean an overrated ‘tag-team champion’, carried by his partner, who was gifted his belt like one might a toy to a child…then yeah, he’s something all right. Here!”
Tossing his phone onto the bed within reach of her, she picks it up confused. “And?”
“Be my camera…” He paused fumbling over the word. “…um woman?”
“Fine.” She laughed, it was like old times as she opened the device’s camera and swiped over to video. Giving him a signal, the recording begins…
“Face of the Franchise stuff huh?” ‘D’ laughs heartily unsure of how he got here. This was supposed to be a match up between two veterans. This was to be about respect, honour…but it was clear these things mattered not to his opponent.
“For someone who has it all figured out, you couldn’t be more wrong.” Surrounded in the drab tones of beige, this hotel room was like being trapped in a Steve Awesome promo, unremarkable. Instantly forgettable.
He had had so much hope for Steve, he’d try to save Awesome from the darkest thing he’d ever experienced. Sexual assault. It pained him thinking about it, his voice is forced just a bit as he spits out the name of his attacker. “Esmerelda is a succubus, a person who preys upon others. You saw what she wanted you to see and you’re dumb enough to fall for it. She’s trying to play us off each other. And on your side, it’s working wonderfully”
It was too late, finding her draped over him had killed any chance that Awesome would listen. It was time to fire back.
“A crotch chop?” He’s shaking his head now. “What is this, nineteen ninety-eight? Are you some nostalgia act come back to milk the fans for money one more time? You’re clown shoes Steve. Nothing more than clown shoes.”
Looking down the lens, ‘D’ continues. “You’re nothing more than an old joke. A cheap laugh the people have come to expect. Time after time, nothing new. The same ol’ garbage.” Just getting started, he paces a few steps before turning to the camera once more. “You’re a joke so tired, we all know the punchline in advance. But I see why you’re so bitter, I’d be too if I saw originality in front of me when I was nothing but a washed up cardboard cutout of people with actual talent.”
Letting those words hang just a moment, the enigma licks his lips. “You wanted a monster, you got it. See you real soon Steve…”
The feed ends…
Old painted brickwork comprised the wall to her right which she rested upon. Curled up in a worn faux leather wide armed chair, she looked like a college senior awaiting their significant other on a lazy Tuesday night. She sighed, letting her imagination run just a little.
What had happened between them might have been wrong, but it was magical, and she knew he felt it too!
If it hadn’t been for the match with Donzig, if not for Freakke and Steve Awesome, maybe they’d have…
She was torturing herself almost as much as he had since Honor, she followed him like a lovesick schoolgirl and he was so caught up in what had happened that he didn’t even notice.
Throwing her head in her hands, she thinks back to when they first met.
She remembered waiting in the corridors of PWA’s headquarters. There was some new signing that had generated some buzz elsewhere. There was competition between the Pinnacle interview staff back then, and though she had no idea who this new signee was, she needed to be first.
Before the ink on his contract had time to dry, she ambushed him in the hallway for an impromptu interview. He wasn’t impressed.
The next time they spoke, he showed up at her apartment at three in the morning to return the favour. It was the beginning of a continual game of cat and mouse.
She’d have shut the door in his face if he hadn’t pointed out that his contract was about to expire and he still held the company’s Ascension Championship.
For the entirety of their time working together in PWA, he kept her guessing. At first she thought it was torture. Looking back on it all now, she began to wonder more still.
Could they give it another try? Would he be willing to? She didn’t know the answer. She only knew how she felt, sorry she’d ever kissed Shane Mitchell.
If she knew then what she knew now, things would have been different. Silence was how he dealt with failure, with adversity.
He didn’t gripe and moan like most wrestlers, he studied what he did, what went well. What went wrong. He genuinely attempted to learn from each contest win or lose.
His entering the room snapped her from her musings and misery. “Hey!” She shot up in the chair like a bolt. “You’re back.”
Having just returned from the gym, he looked completely different than usual. The face paint is missing, his hair is damp with sweat and tired back with a thin leather cord.
“How’d it go?” She asked, trying to find the perfect balance between caring and retaining some semblance of her dignity.
“Good.” He nodded before adding. “I had a chance to see Steve Awesome’s little message to me…”
She’d been wondering when he’d see that. “He’s…something, isn’t he.”
She wasn’t aware of the door she had opened, “If by something, you mean an overrated ‘tag-team champion’, carried by his partner, who was gifted his belt like one might a toy to a child…then yeah, he’s something all right. Here!”
Tossing his phone onto the bed within reach of her, she picks it up confused. “And?”
“Be my camera…” He paused fumbling over the word. “…um woman?”
“Fine.” She laughed, it was like old times as she opened the device’s camera and swiped over to video. Giving him a signal, the recording begins…
“Face of the Franchise stuff huh?” ‘D’ laughs heartily unsure of how he got here. This was supposed to be a match up between two veterans. This was to be about respect, honour…but it was clear these things mattered not to his opponent.
“For someone who has it all figured out, you couldn’t be more wrong.” Surrounded in the drab tones of beige, this hotel room was like being trapped in a Steve Awesome promo, unremarkable. Instantly forgettable.
He had had so much hope for Steve, he’d try to save Awesome from the darkest thing he’d ever experienced. Sexual assault. It pained him thinking about it, his voice is forced just a bit as he spits out the name of his attacker. “Esmerelda is a succubus, a person who preys upon others. You saw what she wanted you to see and you’re dumb enough to fall for it. She’s trying to play us off each other. And on your side, it’s working wonderfully”
It was too late, finding her draped over him had killed any chance that Awesome would listen. It was time to fire back.
“A crotch chop?” He’s shaking his head now. “What is this, nineteen ninety-eight? Are you some nostalgia act come back to milk the fans for money one more time? You’re clown shoes Steve. Nothing more than clown shoes.”
Looking down the lens, ‘D’ continues. “You’re nothing more than an old joke. A cheap laugh the people have come to expect. Time after time, nothing new. The same ol’ garbage.” Just getting started, he paces a few steps before turning to the camera once more. “You’re a joke so tired, we all know the punchline in advance. But I see why you’re so bitter, I’d be too if I saw originality in front of me when I was nothing but a washed up cardboard cutout of people with actual talent.”
Letting those words hang just a moment, the enigma licks his lips. “You wanted a monster, you got it. See you real soon Steve…”
The feed ends…