MISTRESS DISCIPLINE ON LOSER ISLAND
May 2, 2022 18:22:55 GMT -5
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Post by h2f on May 2, 2022 18:22:55 GMT -5
The calming waves roll against the warm sand. The waves rolled in. They push bubbles up the smooth shore and then retreat as the waves roll out. Fluffy clouds lazily drift on an unfelt wind making shapes of fiery infernos from the setting sun and decapitated wrestlers morph into flowers. The waves roll in. Seagulls call to each other; undoubtedly commenting on the comings and goings of the day. The waves roll out.
“When I started at MCCW. Things were different.”
Mistress Discipline’s feet leave impressions as she walks across the wet sand. Her steps are sure and propel her forward. Only to have the clear edges of the prints be wiped away by the next wave. Still, she travels forward.
“When I joined the XHF Network, I had goals. Goals that have… My goals in wrestling have changed.”
She looks back at the soft impressions left behind her as the waves roll in.They don’t reach the small metal sign upon the beach that states: Loser Island. Underneath the official looking sign is a small cardboard one that reads Population: 1.
“I have come a long way since then. Even if the memory of my footprints are washed away so quickly from the XHF sandy beaches. But I know. The past will not remain as you leave it. You win some and some… Some you must therefore lose.”
The impressions left become distorted as they fade. Where once they looked like footprints, they have become shallow, indistinguishable bumps upon the shore. Still, she continues.
“When I stepped out into the wider XHF Network, I found success. I found a calling. I found MCCW no longer fit my needs. For while I was a winner outside the fed, while inside, I was decidedly not.”
The clouds move above her. Shifting shapes show an ever changing landscape that cannot be controlled. She stands, embracing the moment. Owning the timeless moment as the sun warms her face. But the clouds still roll by. The shapes they made change. Time moves forward.
“I stayed in MCCW because of my loyalty to my cause. My desire to show those children a refined wrestler was a successful wrestler and I would not need to bite people to have success. But I knew I was not the loser MCCW was revealing. I knew I could do… more.”
An incoming wave washes over her bare feet. The wave goes out and her footstep is gone before it is even made. Around her other, lesser footprints run in a mélange of directions. But, her’s continue forward.
“I left. But I did not leave for the sake of my wrestling record. I did not leave because I knew I was a winner. I did not leave because I wanted a chance to glow in the glory of a victory. I left because they closed their doors. I cannot stay in a place that is no longer active. But where one door closes, another may open.”
Soon she is walking over other partially washed away footprints. The beach is no longer pristine. The waves continue to roll in and try to restore the smooth shoreline. More oddly shaped diviets of feet, larger and smaller, surround her own as she moves forward. Some of the footprints look deep where others are shallow. The waves roll out and lessen each randomly placed footprint.
“I knew I had a spark within me. I knew I was meant to light the competition on fire. I knew I needed a new fed. So I joined Fireside.”
As she continues forward, the footprints around her seem to shift. They now all head in the same direction as she is traveling. The waves roll in to wash them away as she replaces them with her own. The waves roll out.
“And I did well… at first. I knew I would lose some matches, because everyone must lose some time. But I was making a name for myself and for Fireside. I was a Spark Champion. I earned a belt. I just had to defend said belt. That time came fast. I cannot stop time. I cannot own more than I am able to hold. And I could not hold that belt. Just as I cannot prevent the feds I join from making whichever decision is best for them. Even feds lose to time.”
A setting sun hits the ever changing clouds. They gleam gold. Then red. The sky ignites in the colors of the setting sun.
“Fire burns brightly for a time. But once that raging inferno eats through their fuel. That is it. That is all it can do. Fireside burned too bright. Too fast. They ran out of fuel.”
A single bubble floats by Mistress Discipline on the gentle wind out to shore. This single bubble catches the sun’s rays turning a fiery red before popping over the waves.
“But I am not made of fire. Sure, I let it burn within me. Let it consume me to some extent. But I will not burn out. I will not be extinguished by this change of circumstance. I will grow stronger after my defeats. My so, so many defeats in Frieside. I will stick to my guns and carry on. Because I know I will get off this Loser Island. I will board my ship, Top of the Mast, and fire my homemade cannon, and sail to Winner Island.”
Another bubble floats into view. Ever so slowly, it approaches the wrestler.
“I know my worth. I know what I can do. I will not be limited by the constraints placed upon me. I will raise from the ashes of this fed to the global showcase.”
The bubble reaches where she stands. It seems to hover just before her before being pushed forward by the unseen wind. It pops against her shoulder.
“Chaos! This is supposed to be a serious affair. You were the one who wanted me to be all artistic and broody. I am trying to reflect on my wrestling career thus far and hint about my future in the XHF.”
Dr. Chaos, Mistress Discipline’s friend and manager, lounges in overly large sunglasses and sips on a coconut drink with one of the tropical umbrellas held in one hand. In her other hand is a bubble gun firing downwind of her position, towards Mistress Discipline.
“I have yet to get to the part where I give up on being subtle and blatantly say which fed I will join next.”
Between Dr. Chaos and Mistress Discipline, Sarah is executing a series of martial arts moves in a successful attempt to pop bubbles. Unfortunately, she is getting a little tired and an increasing few are slipping by to enter Mistress Discipline’s shot.
“Look. We have the footprints representing other wrestlers. The shots of the clouds representing the uncontrollable aspects of time and the nature of the wrestling scene. What we did not discuss was the inclusion of bubbles.”
More bubbles drift past on their way out to sea.
“What is that supposed to mean? Are you implying that the bubble of my success has burst? That my desire to continue wrestling has burst? It has not! I will have success. I only just earned that tag team belt! We have work to do. Fireside is in the past. We must look towards the future.”
Chaos shugs and puts the bubble machine down. Sarah seems to find a bust of speed and moves to pop the last of the bubbles.
“What does that shrug mean?”
Chaos shrugs again as Sarah does a spinning kick to take out the final three bubbles. She hits two and pushes the last toward Mistress discipline. Sarah swings her foot in another roundhouse kick.
Mistress Discipline holds her hand out to the bubble and it pops between her hand and Sarah’s foot. Mistress holds onto Sarah's foot as the teen holds the position. Mistress continues to look at Dr. Chaos.
“Do you have a question?”
“When I started at MCCW. Things were different.”
Mistress Discipline’s feet leave impressions as she walks across the wet sand. Her steps are sure and propel her forward. Only to have the clear edges of the prints be wiped away by the next wave. Still, she travels forward.
“When I joined the XHF Network, I had goals. Goals that have… My goals in wrestling have changed.”
She looks back at the soft impressions left behind her as the waves roll in.They don’t reach the small metal sign upon the beach that states: Loser Island. Underneath the official looking sign is a small cardboard one that reads Population: 1.
“I have come a long way since then. Even if the memory of my footprints are washed away so quickly from the XHF sandy beaches. But I know. The past will not remain as you leave it. You win some and some… Some you must therefore lose.”
The impressions left become distorted as they fade. Where once they looked like footprints, they have become shallow, indistinguishable bumps upon the shore. Still, she continues.
“When I stepped out into the wider XHF Network, I found success. I found a calling. I found MCCW no longer fit my needs. For while I was a winner outside the fed, while inside, I was decidedly not.”
The clouds move above her. Shifting shapes show an ever changing landscape that cannot be controlled. She stands, embracing the moment. Owning the timeless moment as the sun warms her face. But the clouds still roll by. The shapes they made change. Time moves forward.
“I stayed in MCCW because of my loyalty to my cause. My desire to show those children a refined wrestler was a successful wrestler and I would not need to bite people to have success. But I knew I was not the loser MCCW was revealing. I knew I could do… more.”
An incoming wave washes over her bare feet. The wave goes out and her footstep is gone before it is even made. Around her other, lesser footprints run in a mélange of directions. But, her’s continue forward.
“I left. But I did not leave for the sake of my wrestling record. I did not leave because I knew I was a winner. I did not leave because I wanted a chance to glow in the glory of a victory. I left because they closed their doors. I cannot stay in a place that is no longer active. But where one door closes, another may open.”
Soon she is walking over other partially washed away footprints. The beach is no longer pristine. The waves continue to roll in and try to restore the smooth shoreline. More oddly shaped diviets of feet, larger and smaller, surround her own as she moves forward. Some of the footprints look deep where others are shallow. The waves roll out and lessen each randomly placed footprint.
“I knew I had a spark within me. I knew I was meant to light the competition on fire. I knew I needed a new fed. So I joined Fireside.”
As she continues forward, the footprints around her seem to shift. They now all head in the same direction as she is traveling. The waves roll in to wash them away as she replaces them with her own. The waves roll out.
“And I did well… at first. I knew I would lose some matches, because everyone must lose some time. But I was making a name for myself and for Fireside. I was a Spark Champion. I earned a belt. I just had to defend said belt. That time came fast. I cannot stop time. I cannot own more than I am able to hold. And I could not hold that belt. Just as I cannot prevent the feds I join from making whichever decision is best for them. Even feds lose to time.”
A setting sun hits the ever changing clouds. They gleam gold. Then red. The sky ignites in the colors of the setting sun.
“Fire burns brightly for a time. But once that raging inferno eats through their fuel. That is it. That is all it can do. Fireside burned too bright. Too fast. They ran out of fuel.”
A single bubble floats by Mistress Discipline on the gentle wind out to shore. This single bubble catches the sun’s rays turning a fiery red before popping over the waves.
“But I am not made of fire. Sure, I let it burn within me. Let it consume me to some extent. But I will not burn out. I will not be extinguished by this change of circumstance. I will grow stronger after my defeats. My so, so many defeats in Frieside. I will stick to my guns and carry on. Because I know I will get off this Loser Island. I will board my ship, Top of the Mast, and fire my homemade cannon, and sail to Winner Island.”
Another bubble floats into view. Ever so slowly, it approaches the wrestler.
“I know my worth. I know what I can do. I will not be limited by the constraints placed upon me. I will raise from the ashes of this fed to the global showcase.”
The bubble reaches where she stands. It seems to hover just before her before being pushed forward by the unseen wind. It pops against her shoulder.
“Chaos! This is supposed to be a serious affair. You were the one who wanted me to be all artistic and broody. I am trying to reflect on my wrestling career thus far and hint about my future in the XHF.”
Dr. Chaos, Mistress Discipline’s friend and manager, lounges in overly large sunglasses and sips on a coconut drink with one of the tropical umbrellas held in one hand. In her other hand is a bubble gun firing downwind of her position, towards Mistress Discipline.
“I have yet to get to the part where I give up on being subtle and blatantly say which fed I will join next.”
Between Dr. Chaos and Mistress Discipline, Sarah is executing a series of martial arts moves in a successful attempt to pop bubbles. Unfortunately, she is getting a little tired and an increasing few are slipping by to enter Mistress Discipline’s shot.
“Look. We have the footprints representing other wrestlers. The shots of the clouds representing the uncontrollable aspects of time and the nature of the wrestling scene. What we did not discuss was the inclusion of bubbles.”
More bubbles drift past on their way out to sea.
“What is that supposed to mean? Are you implying that the bubble of my success has burst? That my desire to continue wrestling has burst? It has not! I will have success. I only just earned that tag team belt! We have work to do. Fireside is in the past. We must look towards the future.”
Chaos shugs and puts the bubble machine down. Sarah seems to find a bust of speed and moves to pop the last of the bubbles.
“What does that shrug mean?”
Chaos shrugs again as Sarah does a spinning kick to take out the final three bubbles. She hits two and pushes the last toward Mistress discipline. Sarah swings her foot in another roundhouse kick.
Mistress Discipline holds her hand out to the bubble and it pops between her hand and Sarah’s foot. Mistress holds onto Sarah's foot as the teen holds the position. Mistress continues to look at Dr. Chaos.
“Do you have a question?”