Mistress Discipline has Eyes (Supremacy 1)

[h2f]

“You all fail to comprehend the significance. The whole and complex levels of significance we stand at today. The significance of this match, of what it represents. The significance of me. The significance of me winning the X*Crown. A single glance at me and you think you know me? You think you have me figured out? I am me. I am not insignificant or not worth the time. I am not reduced to baser instincts or a hollow representation of your baser instincts.”

Mistress Discipline is illuminated from behind in a dark room.

“I am an individual who is capable of great things, inconsistent, yes, but great. I was routinely overlooked at a fed level. I was promised greatness and given defeat. I earned each victory at the XHF level. I held that tag team belt for the longest run as I ran with Chaos.”

An overhead light flicks on as a blond woman enters the room.

“Yes, and as your Doctor Chaos, I think it important to note that you held that tag team belt as a team.”

A roomba with a knife duck taped to the top follows into the room.

“I am part of a team. I know that team would fail without me. I was there supporting my teammate as he failed to grab the X*Crown. I watched our team falter in achieving the goal. I know the chance is not gone. I have a shot for it. I have the responsibility to finish what he could not. I have the self discipline to give it my shot. I am able to drag and pull and push my team to victory. I will hold what slipped through his fingers.”

Mistress Discipline holds her foot out at the roomba and it turns away.

“There is no I in TEAM… unless you count in the A hole?”

The roomba approaches the wall. The knife stabs into the soft wall, stopping the roomba. It backs up and stabs again.

“I will not touch an A hole …unless it is to secure an X*Crown.”

Chaos chuckles. “You sure?”

“I know there are usually other ways to victory than debasing myself with such low level language. I speak of a dominating victory. I speak of standing over the lesser, weaker willed opponents. I know those… “

The roomba continues to stab at slightly different points in the wall. Small holes show its progress.

“I know those opponents will never have what I have, will never know what I will know. I will know victory, the X*Crown will be mine. ME!”

“TEAM does have ME in it but you have to go at it from behind and really slap an A out of the way.”

Dr. Chaos slaps her hand back and forth upon an invisible A.

“I am here. I will see this through. I will hoist my head high and walk into that ring against… others. I honestly have concerns about their classification. I have a picture of a furry robot and I am not sure how I feel about it. I met the real Armbishi. I never knew him, but I did meet him. I believe that robot is meant to be his replacement, right? I am not sure if I will be recognized.”

The roomba swirls around towards Mistress Discipline again.

“The only other wrestler you know is Death Trap. You aren’t some ring bunny blowing through the roster like I am.”

Mistress Discipline glares at the roomba and it turns towards the door.

“I hinted at the term know, as in biblical, do we really need to define it further? I have never classified you as a bunny. I think it may take the holy hand grenade to defeat you. I am here to discuss my plans. I am here to review my match. I want you to focus on me. I need you to look at me. I am not tired. I am tired of being overlooked. I am not lost. I am losing my patience. I will not be left out. I will not be ignored. I am here.”

“And we hear you roar. But seriously, what happened to the team player and supportive wife? What happened to the woman who stalked a man, worked with him, surprise-married him, encouraged her husband and supported his career? You were his number one fan!”

“I am his number one fan! I am the person who continues to support him. I watch my husband drink from the Sippy Cup and then refill it. I have helped him recover from funk after funk. I have been ringside at his big events. I was there when he failed. I am waiting for him to be there for me. I want what he had… what he continues to have. I want HIS support. I want HIM ringside shouting my name. I want…I want to be seen.”

Chaos reaches a hand out.

“I see you as you are. I see what you want.”

The two friends look at each other.

“You do?”

Chaos drops her hand.

“Am I not good enough? I have been your friend and supported you without going off the rails.”

Mistress looks away towards the roomba running into a new section of wall.

“Debatable.”

“My goodness is debatable? When did I go off the rails? I adopted another human being for you.”

Dr. Chaos steps closer as Mistress raises her hands.

“You are my best friend. You and I will never change. You have been there, just as much as I was there for him. But it is different. This match is different. What I need now is more eyes upon me. Tracking me. Watching where I move. How I move. That X*Crown should be mine.”

Dr. Chaos Tsks. “That X*Crown will be a bother. You don’t want all that attention. It’ll be so annoying. We both know those weird-os that like to watch women pee are not the kind of attention anyone wants. Thankfully, I don’t think you’ll have anyone like that in the ring with you for the X*Crown.”

“The match is a nine man, right?”

“Well, nine wrestlers anyway. You’ll be pleased to know you aren’t the only woman in the match. Plus, whatever gender we classify robots as. My personal robot has the assigned gender of male but who really knows.”

Mistress nods towards the roomba stuck in the wall by the knife duct taped on top.

“Captain Stabby is a nice and gender neutral name. And it will be refreshing to have a mixed gender match that will not be limited to me as the mixer. But that ring event is NOT a mixer. There will not be cute little drinks with umbrellas. There are new-to-me faces in that ring but I cannot and will not forget why I will enter that ring. What my goal is.”

Chaos looks at the roomba as it attempts to reverse out of the wall.

“Your goal is like that roomba. It has succeeded. But at what cost? Look at the holes in your walls. What is the point of it all? CAR has already lost a crew member to the XHF meat grinder. Don’t join him. Be smarter than that furry, it’s a low bar. Know who you are.”

Mistress pulls back as if slapped.

“Who I am? I am Mistress Discipline. I am the top of the top of the class!”

“Yea, you are! And you are more!”

Mistress nods.

“I am more. I deserve more. I have worked for this match. I will win that X*Crown. I will be seen. I will raise their view of me. I will draw their gaze. I will hoist that X*Crown”

Chaos shakes her head.

“You need to learn to love the attention you give yourself.”

Chaos walks over to the roomba and grabs it from behind. She pulls it out of the wall and leaves the room.

“No. They need to learn to give me attention. I will not need to ask them. They will see me. They will look me in the eyes. They will know. That X*Crown is mine. There will be no question.”