Post by MasterEvil on May 7, 2018 8:51:02 GMT
23/04/18
I make it backstage and already I hear people whispering behind my back. Questioning why am I even here. Calling me lazy, no good and a complete waste of time. Maybe they are right. Maybe I am not good enough to be here anymore…but then again…I’ve lost my first match back, against Chris Matthews, before giving off a rather underwhelming performance in the Battle of Calgary Rumble and just now I find myself getting utterly obliterated by the returning Sierra Williams in her first match in over a year. Maybe I am no longer good enough. Then again…maybe I was never good enough in the first place?
Hm? Why is there a Brimstone Championship Tournament leaflet on my locker room door? Maybe they’re looking to have as many people enter this tournament as possible? But why should I even consider this? I’m sure many others who are better than me are already launching themselves at this chance. I know Sierra should. And if anyone like Chris Matthews dive in then I might as well give whatever chance I had at winning a long kiss goodbye before riding off into the sunset. Hm…maybe I should just quit while I’m far behind everybody else on HellsGa-
Hm? Who’s calling me on my mobile?
“Hello?”
“Mama!”
“Oh, hello dear.”
I couldn’t help but say with a smile. Wait…when my darling Sarah ever get a phone? Maybe Shannon is letting her use her own…or she probably bought my little girl a phone of her own. Hm, that does sound like something my fiancée would do.
“Why was that meanie mean to you mama?”
Wait, Sarah was actually watching me wrestle? Shit. I need to make sure she doesn’t get too upset by the simply embarrassing showing I did out there.
“She wasn’t being mean, she was just trying to win and, unfortunately in wrestling, sometimes you have to be a little mean here and there to succeed.”
“Then be mean mama! I don’t want to see you get hurt like there ever again mama.”
“I-I don’t need to be mean dear. I’m sure if I just quit this company and go home then there won’t be any worries about me getting hurt too bad baby.”
“No mama. No quitting for you. Mommy told me that you are no quitter and you never quit when you were looking for me…did you?”
I-I can’t believe Sarah actually asked me that. Of course she wouldn’t have any clue about the hell I’ve put myself through to find her so I just softly shook my head.
“Of course I didn’t darling. Don’t think about such silly things.”
“Then don’t quit now mama. You’re my hero. You’ve proved it before, so don’t quit and go prove it once more.”
I couldn’t help to stifle tears and a sniffle at the sound of my baby girl calling me her hero. This isn’t the first time she has called me that but it still makes me feel uncontrollably happy as a smile creeps its way across my face.
“Okay Sarah, I promise.”
“Good mama!”
“Hehe, I’ll come home soon. So make sure that you behave for Mommy Shannon or else there’ll be no presents.”
“But I like pressssssssssssssents!!!”
Now I couldn’t help but giggle softly before smiling a little more.
“So be good Sarah.”
“I will be good mama.”
“Good girl. See you later, I love you.”
“I love you too mama!”
With a brighter smile I wait until my daughter hangs up before hanging up the phone myself. Hm…so my baby girl doesn’t want me to call it quit yet. Sure…I’ll keep going for her. Now, where is Whisper’s office? I might as well voice my interest in this Brimstone Championship Tournament.
Hm? Why is there a Brimstone Championship Tournament leaflet on my locker room door? Maybe they’re looking to have as many people enter this tournament as possible? But why should I even consider this? I’m sure many others who are better than me are already launching themselves at this chance. I know Sierra should. And if anyone like Chris Matthews dive in then I might as well give whatever chance I had at winning a long kiss goodbye before riding off into the sunset. Hm…maybe I should just quit while I’m far behind everybody else on HellsGa-
Hm? Who’s calling me on my mobile?
“Hello?”
“Mama!”
“Oh, hello dear.”
I couldn’t help but say with a smile. Wait…when my darling Sarah ever get a phone? Maybe Shannon is letting her use her own…or she probably bought my little girl a phone of her own. Hm, that does sound like something my fiancée would do.
“Why was that meanie mean to you mama?”
Wait, Sarah was actually watching me wrestle? Shit. I need to make sure she doesn’t get too upset by the simply embarrassing showing I did out there.
“She wasn’t being mean, she was just trying to win and, unfortunately in wrestling, sometimes you have to be a little mean here and there to succeed.”
“Then be mean mama! I don’t want to see you get hurt like there ever again mama.”
“I-I don’t need to be mean dear. I’m sure if I just quit this company and go home then there won’t be any worries about me getting hurt too bad baby.”
“No mama. No quitting for you. Mommy told me that you are no quitter and you never quit when you were looking for me…did you?”
I-I can’t believe Sarah actually asked me that. Of course she wouldn’t have any clue about the hell I’ve put myself through to find her so I just softly shook my head.
“Of course I didn’t darling. Don’t think about such silly things.”
“Then don’t quit now mama. You’re my hero. You’ve proved it before, so don’t quit and go prove it once more.”
I couldn’t help to stifle tears and a sniffle at the sound of my baby girl calling me her hero. This isn’t the first time she has called me that but it still makes me feel uncontrollably happy as a smile creeps its way across my face.
“Okay Sarah, I promise.”
“Good mama!”
“Hehe, I’ll come home soon. So make sure that you behave for Mommy Shannon or else there’ll be no presents.”
“But I like pressssssssssssssents!!!”
Now I couldn’t help but giggle softly before smiling a little more.
“So be good Sarah.”
“I will be good mama.”
“Good girl. See you later, I love you.”
“I love you too mama!”
With a brighter smile I wait until my daughter hangs up before hanging up the phone myself. Hm…so my baby girl doesn’t want me to call it quit yet. Sure…I’ll keep going for her. Now, where is Whisper’s office? I might as well voice my interest in this Brimstone Championship Tournament.
29/04/18
“Good job on winning your first match back from pregnancy…”
Enters our ears as we find ourselves in a locker room, the locker room inside the Berry Center of Cypress Texas. Why are we here? Because earlier in the night was EWC’s FSW and Otaki had a match against old enemy Lexie Glass. So are we here for Otaki? Of course we are as currently sitting in a chair, looking directly at us, is the Purple Haired Dynamo herself. Why is she wearing some kind of bandaging over her right eye? Because, in said against Miss Glass, she had her eyes almost clawed out. So maybe that could explain the roughness seething in her voice as she claps in a mocking manner before leaning forward.
“But that is more than enough congratulations. Oh? You’re not happy that I’m on my knees right now, praising the ground you stand on? Ego and vanity gets you nowhere at all. Especially when there is something especially important going on soon enough…like our rematch for example. The kind of rematch which, unlike our first bout, actually has something of worth for the victor. Yesyesyes, pride is always a good prize…for it was pride of wanting to face the likes of Chris Matthews – and his sister if that ever happens – that brought me back here. But, truth be told, the main reason I’m still coming to each WWH show I’m scheduled for is because of money. After all, every penny I scrape and claw goes straight to securing my daughter the kind of life that she deserves.
Of course you would think that is important, commendable or respectable even, since every mother should want what’s best for their child…after all, you are a real mother…right? Not the kind of hooker who’d go out with one guy, dump him for his tag partner, get pregnant after a drunken one night stand and then get abandoned by said daddy…right?
But instead of any commandment or respect I find myself accused of being lazy or even a part-timer…
How pitifully disrespectful. Clearly, for someone who has been through the process of childbirth, poor Sierra Williams has zero clue the importance of parenthood. That child is so becoming either a spoilt brat or a druggie when they grow up…so, if anything, they’re basically going to be like what their mother looks like at the moment. Hm? Did I offend you by any chance? So what if I did? What are you going to do about it? Spank me? Please, you couldn’t beat a person you call a part-timer without your best shot.”
As if to give her last two words a physical image Otaki uses her right hand to mime a gun pointing at her head before drifting the direction of her index and middle finger towards us.
“Sad but true. What is also sad but true is the fact that, before you went into maternity leave, nobody knew or properly gave a damn about you…and now that you’re back…nobody still properly knows or gives a damn about you. I mean before you left, other than screwing over Boyfriend A for Boyfriend B, what have you exactly done? Your silence is the answer, for you have achieved nothing worth mentioning beforehand and will most likely not achieve anything in the future…sad but true. Oh? You plan on winning this entire tournament to become WWH’s very first Brimstone Champion? Well that could be quite a feat for you to achieve…however there is a problem. No it ain’t any of the other people in the other match, nor is it the fact that you do truly suck...
But it is the fact that your first round opponent is me. So sad but true.
Hm, what was that? You managed to defeat me before? Of course you did. You did your very best back then. You put everything you had into your first match back and you won…you even had to use you very best shot to achieve victory…against someone you deemed as lazy. Doesn’t that make you sound weak? Heh, other than that one match a couple weeks ago, when have you ever been truly strong? Silence is the answer again as you are nowhere near as good as you keep thinking that you are. You think that you’re ready to become Brimstone Champion? Heh, you’ll be lucky if you’re ready to become one of those people who sell hot dogs in the eightieth row, let alone a Champion. Sad but true.”
Ever so calmly leaves the lips of The Emo Princess as she moves her hand back towards herself, only to slowly remove the bandaging that was covering up her clawed eye. A swollen right eye is fully revealed to us as the Englishwoman suddenly shows a look of pretend surprise.
“Oh? You think that I ain’t good enough to become a Champion either? Do you even know what brimstone means? In olden English it use to be known as brynstān…bryn for burning and stān for stone. So, if you were – by some kind of miraculous fluke – manage to win the Championship, will you be able to hold onto stone with firm hands? Or will you end up burning down to your own uncertainties? Oh yeah, I know that you have doubts. You can claim otherwise all you want but the amount of talking you do on social media, all the confidence you parade all over social media, simply reveals falsehood. Your confidence is false and all that you’ve been doing the entire time on social media is verbally compensating for a fact that me, everyone that’ll be in attendance at the Saint Joseph Civic Arena and even you know…that fact being…
You will never have what it takes to become a Champion on your own. Well…at least when outside a bedroom.
What about me? What about the person you defeated? What about Otaki? What about her? Otaki is not here anymore. What, expected a match against Otaki? Sorry, the WWH story of Otaki is over…long over since the last episode of HellsGate. So hey, at least you finally accomplished something in taking out Otaki. Now standing, or better phrased sitting, in front of you is someone who is more than capable of holding said stone. In front of you is someone who is capable of not burning to the heat of expectation. And in front of you is someone who will take the Brimstone Championship, glow like a solar flare and gonna rattle the stars themselves…”
Otaki is not here anymore? What does the twenty-three year old in front of us could possibly mean? While saying her words the young Brit’s eyes seem to wonder up towards the ceiling until a rather chilly feeling pause pours itself into our atmosphere. Instead of immediately muttering something out the Purple Haired Dynamo slowly lowers her gaze back down upon us with a sense of superiority within her almost blank facial expression.
“Hello there, Sierra Williams, my name is Megan Treamon, I am The Emo Princess, and I am going to be the one who’ll not only win our little bout this Monday…but will also be the one walking out of Saint Joseph has the inaugural Brimstone Champion. For, unlike you, this won’t be the first Championship I’ve won…neither will it become the first Championship I’ve heard for a long time while people like you whine, cry and bitch your way into unemployment or obscurity. Well…that depends on which tag team you can slip your services upon. Oh? Did I happen to hurt your feelings? Well here is some advice for you…
Cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it.
For gold only belong to Champions, not pitiful wrecks who cry or complain on social media. But hey, I promise you that this will be the last time that I’ll mention social media…well, after I mention this…maybe, just maybe, there is a reason why I never really acknowledged you, our past match or this upcoming match on Twitter. Want to know why? The answer is simpler than the question. It is because this ‘Canadian Nightmare’ you claim to be, the legitimacy of your victory over me a couple weeks ago and your chances of defeating me, let alone becoming Champion this Monday all have one thing common…
They are all a farce. Nothing more, nothing less.
I have fought many who have claimed the title of nightmare and I’m still here while each and every one of them has resolved themselves into dews. The victory you had to give your all to obtain wasn’t against the me in front of you, no, but instead against a much weaker, inferior, version of me…a version of me that was ready to fade away and classify herself as obsolete. Yet now I am someone else, a stronger version of me, the Champion stage of this digivolution if you will.
And as for you becoming Champion this Monday…
Heh…
I’ll take joy in leaving you choking on every word you left unspoken.
And rebuild all the HellsGate the likes of you have broken.
By being the one who changes KSK from ‘Kill Sierra Kill’ to ‘Killed Sierra Killed’.”
A chuckle, cold feeling chuckle, departs from Miss Treamon’s lips after she utters out what sounds like, at least according to her tone of voice, a threat. However that is the last thing on our minds as the Englishwoman suddenly, as well as rather violently, throws herself down upon the floor. The suddenness of this causes us to fall backwards and immediately she pounces. No, Megan didn’t attack us at all…instead she crawls over in lightning haste so that her face is the only thing we could currently see.
“Don’t you believe me? Then feel free to give me another Greetings from Thunder Bay…I’ll take supreme pleasure in turning your precious Thunder Bay into the fire and brimstone that’ll be used to forge the beginning of my Brimstone Championship reign. And that’s, especially in your case, is going to be…”
A smile finally emerges upon the Purple Haired Dynamo’s face. However it doesn’t seem joyful or innocent…but instead one expressing some sadistic kind of cruelness.
“Sad but true.”
After saying her words the milky skinned bombshell gives us a hinting wink before dragging herself up to her feet and equally dragging herself past us, leaving a metal holding chair as the last thing we see before everything fades out to black.
Enters our ears as we find ourselves in a locker room, the locker room inside the Berry Center of Cypress Texas. Why are we here? Because earlier in the night was EWC’s FSW and Otaki had a match against old enemy Lexie Glass. So are we here for Otaki? Of course we are as currently sitting in a chair, looking directly at us, is the Purple Haired Dynamo herself. Why is she wearing some kind of bandaging over her right eye? Because, in said against Miss Glass, she had her eyes almost clawed out. So maybe that could explain the roughness seething in her voice as she claps in a mocking manner before leaning forward.
“But that is more than enough congratulations. Oh? You’re not happy that I’m on my knees right now, praising the ground you stand on? Ego and vanity gets you nowhere at all. Especially when there is something especially important going on soon enough…like our rematch for example. The kind of rematch which, unlike our first bout, actually has something of worth for the victor. Yesyesyes, pride is always a good prize…for it was pride of wanting to face the likes of Chris Matthews – and his sister if that ever happens – that brought me back here. But, truth be told, the main reason I’m still coming to each WWH show I’m scheduled for is because of money. After all, every penny I scrape and claw goes straight to securing my daughter the kind of life that she deserves.
Of course you would think that is important, commendable or respectable even, since every mother should want what’s best for their child…after all, you are a real mother…right? Not the kind of hooker who’d go out with one guy, dump him for his tag partner, get pregnant after a drunken one night stand and then get abandoned by said daddy…right?
But instead of any commandment or respect I find myself accused of being lazy or even a part-timer…
How pitifully disrespectful. Clearly, for someone who has been through the process of childbirth, poor Sierra Williams has zero clue the importance of parenthood. That child is so becoming either a spoilt brat or a druggie when they grow up…so, if anything, they’re basically going to be like what their mother looks like at the moment. Hm? Did I offend you by any chance? So what if I did? What are you going to do about it? Spank me? Please, you couldn’t beat a person you call a part-timer without your best shot.”
As if to give her last two words a physical image Otaki uses her right hand to mime a gun pointing at her head before drifting the direction of her index and middle finger towards us.
“Sad but true. What is also sad but true is the fact that, before you went into maternity leave, nobody knew or properly gave a damn about you…and now that you’re back…nobody still properly knows or gives a damn about you. I mean before you left, other than screwing over Boyfriend A for Boyfriend B, what have you exactly done? Your silence is the answer, for you have achieved nothing worth mentioning beforehand and will most likely not achieve anything in the future…sad but true. Oh? You plan on winning this entire tournament to become WWH’s very first Brimstone Champion? Well that could be quite a feat for you to achieve…however there is a problem. No it ain’t any of the other people in the other match, nor is it the fact that you do truly suck...
But it is the fact that your first round opponent is me. So sad but true.
Hm, what was that? You managed to defeat me before? Of course you did. You did your very best back then. You put everything you had into your first match back and you won…you even had to use you very best shot to achieve victory…against someone you deemed as lazy. Doesn’t that make you sound weak? Heh, other than that one match a couple weeks ago, when have you ever been truly strong? Silence is the answer again as you are nowhere near as good as you keep thinking that you are. You think that you’re ready to become Brimstone Champion? Heh, you’ll be lucky if you’re ready to become one of those people who sell hot dogs in the eightieth row, let alone a Champion. Sad but true.”
Ever so calmly leaves the lips of The Emo Princess as she moves her hand back towards herself, only to slowly remove the bandaging that was covering up her clawed eye. A swollen right eye is fully revealed to us as the Englishwoman suddenly shows a look of pretend surprise.
“Oh? You think that I ain’t good enough to become a Champion either? Do you even know what brimstone means? In olden English it use to be known as brynstān…bryn for burning and stān for stone. So, if you were – by some kind of miraculous fluke – manage to win the Championship, will you be able to hold onto stone with firm hands? Or will you end up burning down to your own uncertainties? Oh yeah, I know that you have doubts. You can claim otherwise all you want but the amount of talking you do on social media, all the confidence you parade all over social media, simply reveals falsehood. Your confidence is false and all that you’ve been doing the entire time on social media is verbally compensating for a fact that me, everyone that’ll be in attendance at the Saint Joseph Civic Arena and even you know…that fact being…
You will never have what it takes to become a Champion on your own. Well…at least when outside a bedroom.
What about me? What about the person you defeated? What about Otaki? What about her? Otaki is not here anymore. What, expected a match against Otaki? Sorry, the WWH story of Otaki is over…long over since the last episode of HellsGate. So hey, at least you finally accomplished something in taking out Otaki. Now standing, or better phrased sitting, in front of you is someone who is more than capable of holding said stone. In front of you is someone who is capable of not burning to the heat of expectation. And in front of you is someone who will take the Brimstone Championship, glow like a solar flare and gonna rattle the stars themselves…”
Otaki is not here anymore? What does the twenty-three year old in front of us could possibly mean? While saying her words the young Brit’s eyes seem to wonder up towards the ceiling until a rather chilly feeling pause pours itself into our atmosphere. Instead of immediately muttering something out the Purple Haired Dynamo slowly lowers her gaze back down upon us with a sense of superiority within her almost blank facial expression.
“Hello there, Sierra Williams, my name is Megan Treamon, I am The Emo Princess, and I am going to be the one who’ll not only win our little bout this Monday…but will also be the one walking out of Saint Joseph has the inaugural Brimstone Champion. For, unlike you, this won’t be the first Championship I’ve won…neither will it become the first Championship I’ve heard for a long time while people like you whine, cry and bitch your way into unemployment or obscurity. Well…that depends on which tag team you can slip your services upon. Oh? Did I happen to hurt your feelings? Well here is some advice for you…
Cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it.
For gold only belong to Champions, not pitiful wrecks who cry or complain on social media. But hey, I promise you that this will be the last time that I’ll mention social media…well, after I mention this…maybe, just maybe, there is a reason why I never really acknowledged you, our past match or this upcoming match on Twitter. Want to know why? The answer is simpler than the question. It is because this ‘Canadian Nightmare’ you claim to be, the legitimacy of your victory over me a couple weeks ago and your chances of defeating me, let alone becoming Champion this Monday all have one thing common…
They are all a farce. Nothing more, nothing less.
I have fought many who have claimed the title of nightmare and I’m still here while each and every one of them has resolved themselves into dews. The victory you had to give your all to obtain wasn’t against the me in front of you, no, but instead against a much weaker, inferior, version of me…a version of me that was ready to fade away and classify herself as obsolete. Yet now I am someone else, a stronger version of me, the Champion stage of this digivolution if you will.
And as for you becoming Champion this Monday…
Heh…
I’ll take joy in leaving you choking on every word you left unspoken.
And rebuild all the HellsGate the likes of you have broken.
By being the one who changes KSK from ‘Kill Sierra Kill’ to ‘Killed Sierra Killed’.”
A chuckle, cold feeling chuckle, departs from Miss Treamon’s lips after she utters out what sounds like, at least according to her tone of voice, a threat. However that is the last thing on our minds as the Englishwoman suddenly, as well as rather violently, throws herself down upon the floor. The suddenness of this causes us to fall backwards and immediately she pounces. No, Megan didn’t attack us at all…instead she crawls over in lightning haste so that her face is the only thing we could currently see.
“Don’t you believe me? Then feel free to give me another Greetings from Thunder Bay…I’ll take supreme pleasure in turning your precious Thunder Bay into the fire and brimstone that’ll be used to forge the beginning of my Brimstone Championship reign. And that’s, especially in your case, is going to be…”
A smile finally emerges upon the Purple Haired Dynamo’s face. However it doesn’t seem joyful or innocent…but instead one expressing some sadistic kind of cruelness.
“Sad but true.”
After saying her words the milky skinned bombshell gives us a hinting wink before dragging herself up to her feet and equally dragging herself past us, leaving a metal holding chair as the last thing we see before everything fades out to black.
07/05/18
Okay. Not long now until my match, or better put rematch, against Sierra Williams. She has defeated me before so she should be feeling confident…maybe I can capitalise on this by turning it into overconfidence? I need to think of a plan to deal with Sierra, as well as a backup plan in case the first plan don’t go perfectly right. I can do this though. This isn’t the first, second or even third time I’ve been in Championship tournaments while I doubt she’ll be able to get over her ring rust fast enough to cope in this atmosphere. There we go, got my attire on…now to neaten up my hair.
What about the others? I can’t allow myself to think too much about the other six. For I cannot afford to underestimate Sierra. She is bigger than me and stronger than me. Maybe I could use that against her, like I did to overcome Steven Magnum in that MMA fight? Perhaps…at least I got my hair sort now. But what if she has been studying my tapes? No, I shouldn’t worry about that at all. I’ve been watching the tape of our match over, and over, and over again. I analysed every error I made, I watched every move she made over and over again. I refuse to lose this rematch like I lost our first match. Not over my dead body. She had me once, I ain’t going to make the same mistake agai-
“You ready?”
I hear the voice of a road agent through my locker room door. Looks like time to worry and panic is over. Now it is time to go and not only defeat Sierra Williams but also win myself the Brimstone Championship tonight as I plan…no…I will give my little Sarah another reason to be proud of her mother.
“I’m ready.”
I called out before heading to my locker room door and departing the room, leaving whatever doubts I have left behind.
What about the others? I can’t allow myself to think too much about the other six. For I cannot afford to underestimate Sierra. She is bigger than me and stronger than me. Maybe I could use that against her, like I did to overcome Steven Magnum in that MMA fight? Perhaps…at least I got my hair sort now. But what if she has been studying my tapes? No, I shouldn’t worry about that at all. I’ve been watching the tape of our match over, and over, and over again. I analysed every error I made, I watched every move she made over and over again. I refuse to lose this rematch like I lost our first match. Not over my dead body. She had me once, I ain’t going to make the same mistake agai-
“You ready?”
I hear the voice of a road agent through my locker room door. Looks like time to worry and panic is over. Now it is time to go and not only defeat Sierra Williams but also win myself the Brimstone Championship tonight as I plan…no…I will give my little Sarah another reason to be proud of her mother.
“I’m ready.”
I called out before heading to my locker room door and departing the room, leaving whatever doubts I have left behind.