Post by arkiafisk on Aug 6, 2015 23:22:19 GMT -4
Monday, July 27, 2015
Claremont Hotel Club and Spa
Signature Suite - Top Floor
Berkeley, CA
Arkia doesn't like her time wasted. Most people rather make profitable use of their time. More than that she never enjoyed a beating. Safe to say her entrance to the world of Action Packed Wrestling was less than grand and evidence showed of this fact as she sits in her California King Size bed tapping her freshly manicured index finger on the small bedside table to the right of her. She's very quiet and has been ever since the end of APW's Deception a mere 24 hours ago. This was not like her at all and for most people it would catch them extremely off guard. People that knew her well knew of the facial expressions and awkward silence. Although she had plenty of reasons to smile the grimace remained on her face. She was obviously upset but the thing Arkia was known best for is
Every time you think she's reached a peak on her anger...
Whooops, you've found a level even higher, more rage, more fire, and more destruction.
This could be a variety of things at this point as she rolled the numerous ice packs along her legs. This could be the calm before the storm. This could be the calm after the storm. This could be the calm without a storm to be seen at all until she saw the perpetrators again. When it comes to Arkia Fisk that is always the gamble. Drake lyrics say it best.
'0 to 100 real quick'
The most truthful lyrics made just for Arkia Fisk-Jones. He might not of known it in the studio but it's the truth.
Kia resumes her tapping along the bedside table after adjusting the numerous packs on her legs. She felt her attackers wrath all over body but the most suspect and wary area of her body just happens to be one of the strongest areas at the same time. Her legs, the right leg in particular. They have always been a pivotal piece to her success in the ring and rumors hold true she kicks with the power of dynamite behind them. Any lifting necessary? Her legs are the powerful base giving her the extra 'umph' to complete maneuvers other women her size aren't able to do. Her youngest brother calls her Ox because of her legs. Stocky, strong, and painful. She takes pride in the fact she's kept her legs and herself in such great shape but shortly after her first and only Chamber Match in PDW that sense of strength changed forever.
She was diagnosed with Deep Vein Thrombosis in the right leg slightly above the knee. Something that became a complication further in her life once she surprisingly became pregnant a few months later. Yes, pregnancy did take Arkia Fisk-Jones out of competition for a year. Publications covered it in depth when she first announced her departure. What most didn't know is with that diagnosis she was due to be out for a good amount of time anyway until her condition stabilized. It's a life threatening condition and one she couldn't wrestle with in any capacity. Either way, what was once her strength has now become her weakness and every strike she took from Buckson Gooch and CJ Gates on that right leg she felt much more than she should've. It is something she pays extra attention to now. It is something she could no longer deny. Through the clear bags of ice she could see the difference of damage and bruising between her right leg and her left.
'tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap'
The nail continued to fire off against the table. Arkia exhales loudly after her long inhale. Looking ahead at nothing her finger taps and the rest of her body remains still.
"Little grubby fucker...Ugly cowboy hat wearing ugly...Fuuucker..." Arkia mutters to herself almost in tandem with her tapping.
Her face scowls a little further after hearing her own voice. She needed to calm down and knew it would be for the best to do so but she couldn't get past it. This was suppose to be the resurgence. The new beginning not only for APW but for herself personally. She was suppose to come in like a ball of fire give CJ Gates some of the best he's seen in a long time. Defeat him soundly or at the very least in a show of wits and determination. CJ Gates and Buckson Gooch made a mockery of the resurgence. They made a mockery of the return of APW. They made a mockery of her.
Yes, she won. But DQ wins are almost worst than a loss in her mind. Arkia once again exhales hard. The deep breaths, the counting to 10, and thinking happy thoughts were doing nothing for her. She was getting the best of CJ Gates at Deception and stupidly the stupid guest referee stupid Buckson Gooch interjected himself in business that meant nothing to him. She knew something was up within the first 3 minutes but at that point there's nothing she could do. Just wrestle the match. She didn't think he would have took it that far with her, after all he didn't know her from a can of paint. Maybe it was her threats that pushed him over the edge. No, it was very clear they had the plan made and cemented long before the Oracle Arena lights turned on. Her first official night back in the ring and already her list grows. Two names etched upon the top. One not really worth her time but needing a lesson all the same and the other, a man of lost identity with Arkia more than willing to beat whatever is left of his lost mind.
"Twins (Deep Cover 98)" By Big Pun and Fat Joe ringtone plays on her cellphone. She already knows who it is her protege and newly crowned HKW Global Champion, Jason Mentez. His ringtone has been the same for years. Reaching further on the end table she grabs her phone and answers in the same mode she is currently in.
"Fuck you want?...Yes...I know congratulations...You already know why....You saw a replay?...Then yes...YES, quite...NIGG--...VER---" Arkia sighs looking down at the ground before bringing the phone back up to her ear. "Jason...now is not a good time. I will talk to you later.....Yes, I am proud of you.....They are fine and are with their father. Congratulations and once I am not breathing hell fire and pitchforks I will be more than happy to celebrate with you ok?....ok. Love you too."
Arkia hangs up the phone placing it back on the end table where she got it from looking out of the full length window on the far side of the hotel room giving her a look of some of California's best weather. The scene is nice. A much more favorable view than the futures of two of APW's contracted. Her attention is quickly drawn away from the outside as sharp pains slice through her right leg near the site of her ongoing problem. It's the straw that breaks her. She couldn't do much in her position she would definitely feel it if she tried to get up so she grabs the two closest ice packs to her and flings them to the far wall. Both of the bags burst on impact one even denting the wall giving a hint to Arkia's anger and throwing power. Not done she grabs another ice bag from the left side and makes impact against the wall making it burst.
"Fucking hate North Dakota...Hate people from North Dakota. Fuck where that fucking fatass is from too. Put his hands on me and worse...put his FEET on me?! Have any idea where people like that have been?!?!?" Arkia feels the dry heave coming but holds it down before laying back against the pillows in sick disgust. "I'm going to hurt them. I am REALLY...REALLY...going to hurt them."
$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$
re·tal·i·ate (rəˈtalēˌāt):
1. To do something bad to someone who has hurt you or treated you badly: To get revenge against someone
2. To repay (as an injury) in kind
News Flash,
I'm upset...
I know. Not much of a news flash right? Nonetheless. I'm not appreciative of certain individuals. I'll give you all a wild guess who? I won...yes, but I couldn't be any more upset. The win doesn't even cushion the blow for me. APW's doors have reopened to the ending scene of me getting my a** kicked in. Yes, its a lot of a** to be kicking but let me tell you country bumf**k and prissy wannabe cowboy put in work. I got a tainted win and I'm way too good for tainted. You all saw it. Ring rust is a defense for those not ready to return. I had that lock and key! True it does take a minute to get back into the swing of things but at the same time I brought it to the main event. Sure I didn't have a challenging contest like Talfourd and Crusher. I d**n sure didn't get to destroy a person's hand like Rachel (although at this point I would love to). I still know I brought my best and helped show the bar upon which all of us needs to perform on.
That is until a fatf**k got in my d**n business.
I know the fat jokes should end right? You are more than just your weight. You are similiar to your counterpart, Snake Gates. Weak, shameful, worthless. My question is what is Buckson B**ch getting out of this deal? Like honestly? What is the price for having one of the baddest in wrestling history wanting your head on a platter AND BEING OK WITH IT? I suppose that's a question to be answered in time and if I have sense I can't dwell upon the Dimwit Duo when I have an opponent in my forefront. I just have a real hard time getting...oh I don't know...getting jumped for absolutely no F**KING reason.
I wasn't beating your a** that bad Snake. I was just getting warmed up to be frank. Just please for the love of GOD be smart. Be intelligent. Do not sit here and act as though you did me a favor. Act like you were actually handling me in the ring when you were doing nothing of the sort. Please, I have enough anger to burn hell itself you do not need to add upon your own upcoming extermination. Cause let me tell you it's coming. Oh my f**king GOD I swear it is! Buckson saved you from an L at your 'homecoming' and due to that it reserved my fate for a similar stomping my upcoming Deception opponent endured in his past.
Then again, Buckson wasn't a part of the Mania situation like he was for me. Not at the same d**n time like that anyway. He's a fat ugly bastard and he definitely stomps like one. One thing I will do is extend my hand toward Mania.
Congrats on your successful start at the first APW Deception. You and I have quite a bit in common wouldn't you say? Don't worry. I'm angry but I'm not one of those 'I can't get my hand on HIM so I have to take it out on YOU' types. Too old for that foolishness. I really have no problem with you at all. You was given a bad hand just like I was. One thing's for sure...we are both far more superior competition than the Snake of APW having our attention. The only reason neither of us are done with him is because he's a lackluster wrestler with a brat's reaction to losing. Whereas people like us; we come to the ring, handle our business, shake hands, and leave. Simple in. Simple out.
But let me tell you if you truly want to try that 'shit on Newark' just because I'm from there...you might not make it to Portland at all. I'm one of their own. You are not. Just fair warning. We tend to strike upon outside speaking on s**t they know nothing about. I actually do want to see my opponent come August 7th. Also, I kinda feel for you this whole 'Snake Gates' begun with him acting as a friend when is truth he was a snake awaiting his opportunity. You became that prey. Then again, I kinda feel the need to blame you because you are also the flick of whatever switch turned a capable wrestler into the punk he's become. So, it does leave me in a middle of sorts. Complicated...complicated...Show mercy or give you the scapegoat's beating?
But things that are clear. You are my opponent and you started your new APW run taking out a size of a man in TJ. Meanwhile, I get the false win and a beatdown. Oh wait, Buckson did do a number on you as well didn't he?
So kindred...Looking in the mirror can leave you uncomfortable huh?
We both know I'm not like 'Soul of Philly'...
Sounds straight out of the 70s or something but anyway...
I haven't been able to set the bar as I would like to Mark. I had every intention of doing that against CJ and we both know how that ended. There's no ill will here for you. There's no hatred. I'm a wrestler with high technical skill and you are also one of the best technicians in APW history. I need a match. A REAL match. Where I am putting my best against my opponents best and we come out with a clean winner with some godd**n dignity. That's what I been looking for ever since I signed my name on the contract and to this point it has eluded me because there is more chickens in this profession than farm space. It's NJ/NY vs Boston. Yankees vs Red Sox. Knicks vs Celtics. Some of the best rivalries have come out of this combo. Rivalries with the purest intent of competition and sportsmanship. PLEASE, for the LOVE of ALL that is SACRED and HOLY let us get down to what we do best. Perform.
And after I become the Eli Manning to your Tom Brady...we can go back to focusing on beheading a Snake name Gates and bending over a b***h named Buckson.
Deal?...Deal...
Thank you.
"To continue to push my patience is only asking for pain."
Claremont Hotel Club and Spa
Signature Suite - Top Floor
Berkeley, CA
Arkia doesn't like her time wasted. Most people rather make profitable use of their time. More than that she never enjoyed a beating. Safe to say her entrance to the world of Action Packed Wrestling was less than grand and evidence showed of this fact as she sits in her California King Size bed tapping her freshly manicured index finger on the small bedside table to the right of her. She's very quiet and has been ever since the end of APW's Deception a mere 24 hours ago. This was not like her at all and for most people it would catch them extremely off guard. People that knew her well knew of the facial expressions and awkward silence. Although she had plenty of reasons to smile the grimace remained on her face. She was obviously upset but the thing Arkia was known best for is
Every time you think she's reached a peak on her anger...
Whooops, you've found a level even higher, more rage, more fire, and more destruction.
This could be a variety of things at this point as she rolled the numerous ice packs along her legs. This could be the calm before the storm. This could be the calm after the storm. This could be the calm without a storm to be seen at all until she saw the perpetrators again. When it comes to Arkia Fisk that is always the gamble. Drake lyrics say it best.
'0 to 100 real quick'
The most truthful lyrics made just for Arkia Fisk-Jones. He might not of known it in the studio but it's the truth.
Kia resumes her tapping along the bedside table after adjusting the numerous packs on her legs. She felt her attackers wrath all over body but the most suspect and wary area of her body just happens to be one of the strongest areas at the same time. Her legs, the right leg in particular. They have always been a pivotal piece to her success in the ring and rumors hold true she kicks with the power of dynamite behind them. Any lifting necessary? Her legs are the powerful base giving her the extra 'umph' to complete maneuvers other women her size aren't able to do. Her youngest brother calls her Ox because of her legs. Stocky, strong, and painful. She takes pride in the fact she's kept her legs and herself in such great shape but shortly after her first and only Chamber Match in PDW that sense of strength changed forever.
She was diagnosed with Deep Vein Thrombosis in the right leg slightly above the knee. Something that became a complication further in her life once she surprisingly became pregnant a few months later. Yes, pregnancy did take Arkia Fisk-Jones out of competition for a year. Publications covered it in depth when she first announced her departure. What most didn't know is with that diagnosis she was due to be out for a good amount of time anyway until her condition stabilized. It's a life threatening condition and one she couldn't wrestle with in any capacity. Either way, what was once her strength has now become her weakness and every strike she took from Buckson Gooch and CJ Gates on that right leg she felt much more than she should've. It is something she pays extra attention to now. It is something she could no longer deny. Through the clear bags of ice she could see the difference of damage and bruising between her right leg and her left.
'tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap'
The nail continued to fire off against the table. Arkia exhales loudly after her long inhale. Looking ahead at nothing her finger taps and the rest of her body remains still.
"Little grubby fucker...Ugly cowboy hat wearing ugly...Fuuucker..." Arkia mutters to herself almost in tandem with her tapping.
Her face scowls a little further after hearing her own voice. She needed to calm down and knew it would be for the best to do so but she couldn't get past it. This was suppose to be the resurgence. The new beginning not only for APW but for herself personally. She was suppose to come in like a ball of fire give CJ Gates some of the best he's seen in a long time. Defeat him soundly or at the very least in a show of wits and determination. CJ Gates and Buckson Gooch made a mockery of the resurgence. They made a mockery of the return of APW. They made a mockery of her.
Yes, she won. But DQ wins are almost worst than a loss in her mind. Arkia once again exhales hard. The deep breaths, the counting to 10, and thinking happy thoughts were doing nothing for her. She was getting the best of CJ Gates at Deception and stupidly the stupid guest referee stupid Buckson Gooch interjected himself in business that meant nothing to him. She knew something was up within the first 3 minutes but at that point there's nothing she could do. Just wrestle the match. She didn't think he would have took it that far with her, after all he didn't know her from a can of paint. Maybe it was her threats that pushed him over the edge. No, it was very clear they had the plan made and cemented long before the Oracle Arena lights turned on. Her first official night back in the ring and already her list grows. Two names etched upon the top. One not really worth her time but needing a lesson all the same and the other, a man of lost identity with Arkia more than willing to beat whatever is left of his lost mind.
"Twins (Deep Cover 98)" By Big Pun and Fat Joe ringtone plays on her cellphone. She already knows who it is her protege and newly crowned HKW Global Champion, Jason Mentez. His ringtone has been the same for years. Reaching further on the end table she grabs her phone and answers in the same mode she is currently in.
"Fuck you want?...Yes...I know congratulations...You already know why....You saw a replay?...Then yes...YES, quite...NIGG--...VER---" Arkia sighs looking down at the ground before bringing the phone back up to her ear. "Jason...now is not a good time. I will talk to you later.....Yes, I am proud of you.....They are fine and are with their father. Congratulations and once I am not breathing hell fire and pitchforks I will be more than happy to celebrate with you ok?....ok. Love you too."
Arkia hangs up the phone placing it back on the end table where she got it from looking out of the full length window on the far side of the hotel room giving her a look of some of California's best weather. The scene is nice. A much more favorable view than the futures of two of APW's contracted. Her attention is quickly drawn away from the outside as sharp pains slice through her right leg near the site of her ongoing problem. It's the straw that breaks her. She couldn't do much in her position she would definitely feel it if she tried to get up so she grabs the two closest ice packs to her and flings them to the far wall. Both of the bags burst on impact one even denting the wall giving a hint to Arkia's anger and throwing power. Not done she grabs another ice bag from the left side and makes impact against the wall making it burst.
"Fucking hate North Dakota...Hate people from North Dakota. Fuck where that fucking fatass is from too. Put his hands on me and worse...put his FEET on me?! Have any idea where people like that have been?!?!?" Arkia feels the dry heave coming but holds it down before laying back against the pillows in sick disgust. "I'm going to hurt them. I am REALLY...REALLY...going to hurt them."
$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$
re·tal·i·ate (rəˈtalēˌāt):
1. To do something bad to someone who has hurt you or treated you badly: To get revenge against someone
2. To repay (as an injury) in kind
News Flash,
I'm upset...
I know. Not much of a news flash right? Nonetheless. I'm not appreciative of certain individuals. I'll give you all a wild guess who? I won...yes, but I couldn't be any more upset. The win doesn't even cushion the blow for me. APW's doors have reopened to the ending scene of me getting my a** kicked in. Yes, its a lot of a** to be kicking but let me tell you country bumf**k and prissy wannabe cowboy put in work. I got a tainted win and I'm way too good for tainted. You all saw it. Ring rust is a defense for those not ready to return. I had that lock and key! True it does take a minute to get back into the swing of things but at the same time I brought it to the main event. Sure I didn't have a challenging contest like Talfourd and Crusher. I d**n sure didn't get to destroy a person's hand like Rachel (although at this point I would love to). I still know I brought my best and helped show the bar upon which all of us needs to perform on.
That is until a fatf**k got in my d**n business.
I know the fat jokes should end right? You are more than just your weight. You are similiar to your counterpart, Snake Gates. Weak, shameful, worthless. My question is what is Buckson B**ch getting out of this deal? Like honestly? What is the price for having one of the baddest in wrestling history wanting your head on a platter AND BEING OK WITH IT? I suppose that's a question to be answered in time and if I have sense I can't dwell upon the Dimwit Duo when I have an opponent in my forefront. I just have a real hard time getting...oh I don't know...getting jumped for absolutely no F**KING reason.
I wasn't beating your a** that bad Snake. I was just getting warmed up to be frank. Just please for the love of GOD be smart. Be intelligent. Do not sit here and act as though you did me a favor. Act like you were actually handling me in the ring when you were doing nothing of the sort. Please, I have enough anger to burn hell itself you do not need to add upon your own upcoming extermination. Cause let me tell you it's coming. Oh my f**king GOD I swear it is! Buckson saved you from an L at your 'homecoming' and due to that it reserved my fate for a similar stomping my upcoming Deception opponent endured in his past.
Then again, Buckson wasn't a part of the Mania situation like he was for me. Not at the same d**n time like that anyway. He's a fat ugly bastard and he definitely stomps like one. One thing I will do is extend my hand toward Mania.
Congrats on your successful start at the first APW Deception. You and I have quite a bit in common wouldn't you say? Don't worry. I'm angry but I'm not one of those 'I can't get my hand on HIM so I have to take it out on YOU' types. Too old for that foolishness. I really have no problem with you at all. You was given a bad hand just like I was. One thing's for sure...we are both far more superior competition than the Snake of APW having our attention. The only reason neither of us are done with him is because he's a lackluster wrestler with a brat's reaction to losing. Whereas people like us; we come to the ring, handle our business, shake hands, and leave. Simple in. Simple out.
But let me tell you if you truly want to try that 'shit on Newark' just because I'm from there...you might not make it to Portland at all. I'm one of their own. You are not. Just fair warning. We tend to strike upon outside speaking on s**t they know nothing about. I actually do want to see my opponent come August 7th. Also, I kinda feel for you this whole 'Snake Gates' begun with him acting as a friend when is truth he was a snake awaiting his opportunity. You became that prey. Then again, I kinda feel the need to blame you because you are also the flick of whatever switch turned a capable wrestler into the punk he's become. So, it does leave me in a middle of sorts. Complicated...complicated...Show mercy or give you the scapegoat's beating?
But things that are clear. You are my opponent and you started your new APW run taking out a size of a man in TJ. Meanwhile, I get the false win and a beatdown. Oh wait, Buckson did do a number on you as well didn't he?
So kindred...Looking in the mirror can leave you uncomfortable huh?
We both know I'm not like 'Soul of Philly'...
Sounds straight out of the 70s or something but anyway...
I haven't been able to set the bar as I would like to Mark. I had every intention of doing that against CJ and we both know how that ended. There's no ill will here for you. There's no hatred. I'm a wrestler with high technical skill and you are also one of the best technicians in APW history. I need a match. A REAL match. Where I am putting my best against my opponents best and we come out with a clean winner with some godd**n dignity. That's what I been looking for ever since I signed my name on the contract and to this point it has eluded me because there is more chickens in this profession than farm space. It's NJ/NY vs Boston. Yankees vs Red Sox. Knicks vs Celtics. Some of the best rivalries have come out of this combo. Rivalries with the purest intent of competition and sportsmanship. PLEASE, for the LOVE of ALL that is SACRED and HOLY let us get down to what we do best. Perform.
And after I become the Eli Manning to your Tom Brady...we can go back to focusing on beheading a Snake name Gates and bending over a b***h named Buckson.
Deal?...Deal...
Thank you.
"To continue to push my patience is only asking for pain."
