Post by stj on Jun 2, 2008 15:00:41 GMT -4
I had sat back in the locker room as I had prepared for my match. I had not chosen to make myself known for most of this week, falling through a stack of glass and wood doesn't tend to do much to make one sociable. I kept an eye on the monitor for promos, waiting for one from one man in particular, my opponent Sabur. Three times I had met him in the ring, twice I had been on the winning end, but both of those had come with Diana fighting alongside me.
He had, on each of those times, assumed that I was a broad that was just going to lie down for him, he had said in about every way that he could, that not being very many ways mind you, that I looked transgendered, it was funny in a way that was not very funny at all, the people who laugh at Jackass and Dude, where's my car? would have found it hilarious, I am sure, his promos were the Pint of lager and a packet of crisps of the wrestling world, annoying, you don't know why you're watching it, but a certain type of mind finds it funny...or maybe there's nothing else on late at night.
I had to wonder just how he was going to take losing to two girls who he had told to stay in the kitchen, it was always fun pushing words like that back down a man's throat. When his entrance music hit on the monitor, I brought my attention to the screen as I taped up my wrists and...cheap pops, wow. Oh, the fact that he was paying dues was refreshing, but still, it was nothing all too unpredictable. It was still Sabur afterall. It seemed that I would have a week like any other when the feed cut to commercial, and it would have been a shame, because you can only beat a man so many times before it becomes monotonous. Something had to change and it certainly was not going to be me considering I had been so successful up to date.
It was then that the show came back from commercial and then that I did sit up and take notice. So, it seemed that my words and Diana and myself beating him over and over again had lit a fire, well, this was going to be interesting afterall, perhaps. My painted black lips curled into a smirk as I watched the promo come to an end and Diana chose that moment to pop into the locker room, “Hey, you ok?”
“Yeah.”
I knew that that wasn't quite the truth, she and Kenny had gone through a slight rough patch after what Lisa had had to say, and then there was the issue over this secret that Trevor apparently held over Kenny's head which wasn't helping things. Still, there was a camera on us and I wasn't going to push her there, I gave her a look that said we're talking later and piped up with, “Did you see Sabur's promo?”
“Yeah, he sounds fired up about this one.”
“Ask me if I'm worried about that.” Diana and I shared the smirk that showed no, neither of us were worried at all. Whatever would come would come and as had always been the case, we'd get through it whether that was together or separately.
“So, you going to put that fire of his out?”
“Oh yeah. You just watch sis.” I shot her a wink, picked up my title strapping it around my waist and headed out of the door., making a beeline for the ring. I figured that with the number of promos being done down there lately, hell, I might as well. I hopped on the bike that I had had brought into the arena and gunned the engine which served as a cue to cut the lights and start my damn music. Confrontation blasted away and I could hear from here the boos echoing so loudly that I'd have felt the vibrations had I not been sitting on a bike. The spark lit up outside and I tore through the curtain, pausing on the ramp and striking the I am God pose to let the fans know that damn right am I that good. Of course, they booed, that's what they do, and I roared down the ramp, circled the ring, yada, yada, yada. I kicked the stand into place and let the engine tick over a little before cutting it off and standing from the bike. I slid into the ring, striking the pose again as I made it to a knee and basking in the hatred that was being thrown my way. I smirked and held out my hand for a mic as I stood and leaned over the ropes while the lights came to and the music cut off, “Oh how I love a nice warm welcome, it always makes me glad that I spend my time coming out here. I saw Sabur's little shoot and I have to say that I am surprised, hell, I am very nearly impressed, very nearly, and if you guys in the crowd hate me that much, why don't one of you step up right here right now?”
I paced around the ring as security stopped one guy doing just that, “That's right, I thought not.. Now considering Sabur is talking about journeys, let me take you on one right now. You are looking at a girl that has fought tooth and nail all of her life for everything that she has. You are looking at a girl that has fought for her self respect, fuck, her virginity, her very life. You are looking at a girl that knows how to fight and isn't afraid to damn well let you know about it. I didn't come from no high school sports background, I don't even come from a Kaosdamn high school. I was not hyped when I came into the business, I wasn't all that much to look at, but that soon changed and I'll tell you why. That all changed because I had the will, the raw natural ability and the drive to make it as a woman in a man's world. I didn't get complacent about myself, I didn't assume that accolades would fall into my lap, in other words, I was everything that Sabur was not. And because of this? You see the evidence right here.”
I tapped the centreplate of the title and unstrapped it, raising it into the air for a moment before settling it on my shoulder. “This isn't the first belt that I have won and I could go through my record, I could go through awards, whatever else, I don't need to, it's only necessary to say that this isn't the first honour that I have won. I did not need to chase midgets around for attention, I let my skill in the ring do that, and now someone has only just clicked that that is where success comes and he thinks that he can beat me? Someone who has known this for the last four years? You see, you may have had your little epiphany, you may be more aggressive, you may be willing to pick on random interviewers, not that that is too impressive, but you are never going to be me.” I let the boos rain down for a few moments, “You've worked to be the best, that's all very good, I've had to work myself to survive and that is a different matter entirely. That has been the case with more or less everyone in the Church of Kaos and you can see where all but one Championship lies. It isn't because we have Hurricane Jeff at our backs which is all I Kaosdamn hear, it isn't because we know the political circles, it's because from our very core, we are survivors. We are people who have had no choice but to get back up, no choice but to fight whatever is broken, because if we didn't fight we wouldn't be standing here now. So if you want to say that you had it all in high school and you're bitching that everything is going to shit the first months into your career, you will find no sympathy here. Does that come across as harsh? These fans seem to think it is, ask me if I give a damn.”
I ran into the ropes and bounced against them, stopping dead as I wrapped my arms around the top rope, “And now that you have come to terms with what I have been telling you this whole time, you think that saying you shall go through a rebirth is going to intimidate me, boy? I don't care how much you intimidate the tech staff, and I have heard stories, they are not trained APW superstars. I don't care how many interviewers you cause to need medical attention, guess what, Phil is not a trained APW superstar. I don't care how you appease your insecurities, you are walking into something completely different when you're stepping into the ring with me. I don't care what caused you to have your little epiphany, you are still a long way away from those who are your betters in this industry, and you will remain so until you prove otherwise. I am not feeling threatened by this rebirth and if you think that I am going to back off from an 'unleashed animal', you might as well just go back to calling me a transvestite. Kaos! I asked for originality last week and all I get from you, all that you spew out, is used cliché after used cliché.”
I spat on the floor behind me, “You have a thirst for gold, your waist feels naked, you have a fury running through your veins...and? You're hungry for what I have on my shoulder right now, well I'll tell you something, you are going to Kaosdamn starve for it and this Overdrive, I am going to show you why. I am going to show you that you are still the midcard fighter you have been for these past months, I am going to show you that you do not match up to the best in this industry. I have spent all of this time saying that you are a gimmick, and now that you have decided to do something about that, you have become a living breathing cliché and I find that just sad. I find it sad that you have actually gone a step down the ladder and descended into bestial unchecked fury, because that means you are not fighting with your head, you know, I care, I really do, because these nothing matches that the pair of us keep having are beyond a joke and I can only see it getting worse. Am I going to take my knocks? Yes, but that has never once bothered me and this is the difference between me and you, I don't need to make threats that the other person can just laugh off, I show what I am about in the ring.”
I rolled out of the ring, took a bottle of water from the announcer desk and slid back in before opening it up, taking a long swig, “You know what? I don't have anything to thank you for, you haven't done anything to me that has not been done to me before, you have not promised me anything that has not happened to me before, you never have and never will push me. So here's my series of fuck you's, fuck you if you think the tag titles will ever belong to you. Fuck your fury you impotent 'beast'. Fuck you for thinking that the promise of pain is going to affect me to any degree. Fuck you for saying that you are going to kill me, I have slipped away and come back from the other side. Fuck you for just being you. Sabur, this title is mine, because Diana and I are the better wrestlers both singularly and as a team. Your rage is your own and only someone who has nothing else to call upon. As for pain, I've just recovered from going through a pane of glass, a pane of wood and then hitting the hard floor, there is nothing, nothing that you can do to top that.”
I gave a cocky laugh, “Yes, tonight it is Sabur, tonight it is Tara Jacobs, tonight you are going to get knocked down again, this is the night that The Dark paladin of Kaos puts the cow out of his misery, this is the night that the madness ends. You are not trying to be funny anymore, well done, now try to find your own personality rather than becoming a cheap knock-off of another wrestler and then you might actually be impressive, I mean how long ago was 'here come the pain' used as a tagline? Not very. You are a beast, you are driven by revenge, in other words you are not going to make the smart choices and you have already shown that you are not capable of thinking things through. My blood has been shed over and over again and I am still here. I have been knocked unconscious, I am still here. I have had joints dislocated, I am still here. I have had my leg more or less rebuilt and I am still here. So hit me with everything you have, please, Diana and I laid it out for you last week, we enjoy it, we use it, it works for us. That wasn't said just to intimidate you, that was a Cold Hard Fact. Allow me to repeat myself just in case you're as hard of hearing as you are stupid...no, wait, it wouldn't make any difference. I don't need luck to make it out alive, I just need to be that little bit better than you which is always going to be the case.
“Scripture of Kaos: Pain is weakness leaving your body. Right now, Sabur, I am one strong girl. I can work through pain, I can work through agonising spasms that rack the body remorselessly, I am strong because of this. You are damn fucking right that the game is over and bring whatever pain you want to bring, let me feel that rage, that frustration then let me add to it as it is not enough to break my Spirit, as it is not enough to overcome the Dark Paladin of Kaos. I know that you lie awake at night wanting to be me and I know that the best you are going to get is getting into the ring with me, so I shall try and make it worth your while as I smite your dreams once more.”
I walked over to the ropes again and looked right into the camera pointing at me, dropping my voice, “When a beast goes into madness, when rabies take control, there is only one solution, to put him down. This might be a lethal injection, or it might be a bullet to the brain, it might come from the fury of a Supernova, either way you shall have nought but a Desecrated Grave. Bring the pain, bring it in hordes, and hear me only lust for more. I am both irresistible force and immovable object in one one hundred and forty pound frame. I am what you lust and I am what haunts your nightmares at night, I am the tears as you wake, I am your blight.” I gave the camera a benefit of an Arctic cold laugh that matched my eyes, “These are the words of the Dark Paladin of Kaos, these are the Cold Hard Facts that shall freeze you inside, and when you are frozen, I am going to break that ice, shattering you into so many pieces. I said that pain is weakness leaving your body and I promise you this now, I am going to make you one strong person...if you survive. May Kaos have the mercy on your soul that I shall lack on your body, for I am the Dark Paladin, for I am she that has lived your darkest dreams, pro ego sum Spiritus.”
With that, I tossed the mic towards the techies, drank from the bottle before throwing that to the mat and slid out of the ring as my music blasted away in an unholy cacophony.
He had, on each of those times, assumed that I was a broad that was just going to lie down for him, he had said in about every way that he could, that not being very many ways mind you, that I looked transgendered, it was funny in a way that was not very funny at all, the people who laugh at Jackass and Dude, where's my car? would have found it hilarious, I am sure, his promos were the Pint of lager and a packet of crisps of the wrestling world, annoying, you don't know why you're watching it, but a certain type of mind finds it funny...or maybe there's nothing else on late at night.
I had to wonder just how he was going to take losing to two girls who he had told to stay in the kitchen, it was always fun pushing words like that back down a man's throat. When his entrance music hit on the monitor, I brought my attention to the screen as I taped up my wrists and...cheap pops, wow. Oh, the fact that he was paying dues was refreshing, but still, it was nothing all too unpredictable. It was still Sabur afterall. It seemed that I would have a week like any other when the feed cut to commercial, and it would have been a shame, because you can only beat a man so many times before it becomes monotonous. Something had to change and it certainly was not going to be me considering I had been so successful up to date.
It was then that the show came back from commercial and then that I did sit up and take notice. So, it seemed that my words and Diana and myself beating him over and over again had lit a fire, well, this was going to be interesting afterall, perhaps. My painted black lips curled into a smirk as I watched the promo come to an end and Diana chose that moment to pop into the locker room, “Hey, you ok?”
“Yeah.”
I knew that that wasn't quite the truth, she and Kenny had gone through a slight rough patch after what Lisa had had to say, and then there was the issue over this secret that Trevor apparently held over Kenny's head which wasn't helping things. Still, there was a camera on us and I wasn't going to push her there, I gave her a look that said we're talking later and piped up with, “Did you see Sabur's promo?”
“Yeah, he sounds fired up about this one.”
“Ask me if I'm worried about that.” Diana and I shared the smirk that showed no, neither of us were worried at all. Whatever would come would come and as had always been the case, we'd get through it whether that was together or separately.
“So, you going to put that fire of his out?”
“Oh yeah. You just watch sis.” I shot her a wink, picked up my title strapping it around my waist and headed out of the door., making a beeline for the ring. I figured that with the number of promos being done down there lately, hell, I might as well. I hopped on the bike that I had had brought into the arena and gunned the engine which served as a cue to cut the lights and start my damn music. Confrontation blasted away and I could hear from here the boos echoing so loudly that I'd have felt the vibrations had I not been sitting on a bike. The spark lit up outside and I tore through the curtain, pausing on the ramp and striking the I am God pose to let the fans know that damn right am I that good. Of course, they booed, that's what they do, and I roared down the ramp, circled the ring, yada, yada, yada. I kicked the stand into place and let the engine tick over a little before cutting it off and standing from the bike. I slid into the ring, striking the pose again as I made it to a knee and basking in the hatred that was being thrown my way. I smirked and held out my hand for a mic as I stood and leaned over the ropes while the lights came to and the music cut off, “Oh how I love a nice warm welcome, it always makes me glad that I spend my time coming out here. I saw Sabur's little shoot and I have to say that I am surprised, hell, I am very nearly impressed, very nearly, and if you guys in the crowd hate me that much, why don't one of you step up right here right now?”
I paced around the ring as security stopped one guy doing just that, “That's right, I thought not.. Now considering Sabur is talking about journeys, let me take you on one right now. You are looking at a girl that has fought tooth and nail all of her life for everything that she has. You are looking at a girl that has fought for her self respect, fuck, her virginity, her very life. You are looking at a girl that knows how to fight and isn't afraid to damn well let you know about it. I didn't come from no high school sports background, I don't even come from a Kaosdamn high school. I was not hyped when I came into the business, I wasn't all that much to look at, but that soon changed and I'll tell you why. That all changed because I had the will, the raw natural ability and the drive to make it as a woman in a man's world. I didn't get complacent about myself, I didn't assume that accolades would fall into my lap, in other words, I was everything that Sabur was not. And because of this? You see the evidence right here.”
I tapped the centreplate of the title and unstrapped it, raising it into the air for a moment before settling it on my shoulder. “This isn't the first belt that I have won and I could go through my record, I could go through awards, whatever else, I don't need to, it's only necessary to say that this isn't the first honour that I have won. I did not need to chase midgets around for attention, I let my skill in the ring do that, and now someone has only just clicked that that is where success comes and he thinks that he can beat me? Someone who has known this for the last four years? You see, you may have had your little epiphany, you may be more aggressive, you may be willing to pick on random interviewers, not that that is too impressive, but you are never going to be me.” I let the boos rain down for a few moments, “You've worked to be the best, that's all very good, I've had to work myself to survive and that is a different matter entirely. That has been the case with more or less everyone in the Church of Kaos and you can see where all but one Championship lies. It isn't because we have Hurricane Jeff at our backs which is all I Kaosdamn hear, it isn't because we know the political circles, it's because from our very core, we are survivors. We are people who have had no choice but to get back up, no choice but to fight whatever is broken, because if we didn't fight we wouldn't be standing here now. So if you want to say that you had it all in high school and you're bitching that everything is going to shit the first months into your career, you will find no sympathy here. Does that come across as harsh? These fans seem to think it is, ask me if I give a damn.”
I ran into the ropes and bounced against them, stopping dead as I wrapped my arms around the top rope, “And now that you have come to terms with what I have been telling you this whole time, you think that saying you shall go through a rebirth is going to intimidate me, boy? I don't care how much you intimidate the tech staff, and I have heard stories, they are not trained APW superstars. I don't care how many interviewers you cause to need medical attention, guess what, Phil is not a trained APW superstar. I don't care how you appease your insecurities, you are walking into something completely different when you're stepping into the ring with me. I don't care what caused you to have your little epiphany, you are still a long way away from those who are your betters in this industry, and you will remain so until you prove otherwise. I am not feeling threatened by this rebirth and if you think that I am going to back off from an 'unleashed animal', you might as well just go back to calling me a transvestite. Kaos! I asked for originality last week and all I get from you, all that you spew out, is used cliché after used cliché.”
I spat on the floor behind me, “You have a thirst for gold, your waist feels naked, you have a fury running through your veins...and? You're hungry for what I have on my shoulder right now, well I'll tell you something, you are going to Kaosdamn starve for it and this Overdrive, I am going to show you why. I am going to show you that you are still the midcard fighter you have been for these past months, I am going to show you that you do not match up to the best in this industry. I have spent all of this time saying that you are a gimmick, and now that you have decided to do something about that, you have become a living breathing cliché and I find that just sad. I find it sad that you have actually gone a step down the ladder and descended into bestial unchecked fury, because that means you are not fighting with your head, you know, I care, I really do, because these nothing matches that the pair of us keep having are beyond a joke and I can only see it getting worse. Am I going to take my knocks? Yes, but that has never once bothered me and this is the difference between me and you, I don't need to make threats that the other person can just laugh off, I show what I am about in the ring.”
I rolled out of the ring, took a bottle of water from the announcer desk and slid back in before opening it up, taking a long swig, “You know what? I don't have anything to thank you for, you haven't done anything to me that has not been done to me before, you have not promised me anything that has not happened to me before, you never have and never will push me. So here's my series of fuck you's, fuck you if you think the tag titles will ever belong to you. Fuck your fury you impotent 'beast'. Fuck you for thinking that the promise of pain is going to affect me to any degree. Fuck you for saying that you are going to kill me, I have slipped away and come back from the other side. Fuck you for just being you. Sabur, this title is mine, because Diana and I are the better wrestlers both singularly and as a team. Your rage is your own and only someone who has nothing else to call upon. As for pain, I've just recovered from going through a pane of glass, a pane of wood and then hitting the hard floor, there is nothing, nothing that you can do to top that.”
I gave a cocky laugh, “Yes, tonight it is Sabur, tonight it is Tara Jacobs, tonight you are going to get knocked down again, this is the night that The Dark paladin of Kaos puts the cow out of his misery, this is the night that the madness ends. You are not trying to be funny anymore, well done, now try to find your own personality rather than becoming a cheap knock-off of another wrestler and then you might actually be impressive, I mean how long ago was 'here come the pain' used as a tagline? Not very. You are a beast, you are driven by revenge, in other words you are not going to make the smart choices and you have already shown that you are not capable of thinking things through. My blood has been shed over and over again and I am still here. I have been knocked unconscious, I am still here. I have had joints dislocated, I am still here. I have had my leg more or less rebuilt and I am still here. So hit me with everything you have, please, Diana and I laid it out for you last week, we enjoy it, we use it, it works for us. That wasn't said just to intimidate you, that was a Cold Hard Fact. Allow me to repeat myself just in case you're as hard of hearing as you are stupid...no, wait, it wouldn't make any difference. I don't need luck to make it out alive, I just need to be that little bit better than you which is always going to be the case.
“Scripture of Kaos: Pain is weakness leaving your body. Right now, Sabur, I am one strong girl. I can work through pain, I can work through agonising spasms that rack the body remorselessly, I am strong because of this. You are damn fucking right that the game is over and bring whatever pain you want to bring, let me feel that rage, that frustration then let me add to it as it is not enough to break my Spirit, as it is not enough to overcome the Dark Paladin of Kaos. I know that you lie awake at night wanting to be me and I know that the best you are going to get is getting into the ring with me, so I shall try and make it worth your while as I smite your dreams once more.”
I walked over to the ropes again and looked right into the camera pointing at me, dropping my voice, “When a beast goes into madness, when rabies take control, there is only one solution, to put him down. This might be a lethal injection, or it might be a bullet to the brain, it might come from the fury of a Supernova, either way you shall have nought but a Desecrated Grave. Bring the pain, bring it in hordes, and hear me only lust for more. I am both irresistible force and immovable object in one one hundred and forty pound frame. I am what you lust and I am what haunts your nightmares at night, I am the tears as you wake, I am your blight.” I gave the camera a benefit of an Arctic cold laugh that matched my eyes, “These are the words of the Dark Paladin of Kaos, these are the Cold Hard Facts that shall freeze you inside, and when you are frozen, I am going to break that ice, shattering you into so many pieces. I said that pain is weakness leaving your body and I promise you this now, I am going to make you one strong person...if you survive. May Kaos have the mercy on your soul that I shall lack on your body, for I am the Dark Paladin, for I am she that has lived your darkest dreams, pro ego sum Spiritus.”
With that, I tossed the mic towards the techies, drank from the bottle before throwing that to the mat and slid out of the ring as my music blasted away in an unholy cacophony.
