Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 23:10:59 GMT -5
“I made it!” Katie exclaims as she walks into the hotel room; her best friend and one of her many tag team partners, Annie Zellor is waiting inside, wasting some of her idle time on iSlash Heroes. But she leaps up from her prone position on the bed to greet her friend, wrapping her arms around Katie’s shoulders as they hug one another.
“About time!” Annie jokes, knowing that the GFP show is scheduled for tomorrow night. She also knows it’s not Katie’s fault; LDFC postponed their most recent Pride by a day, meaning Katie had to fly out on Friday night to make it to Japan in time for this appearance. The hug breaks as Annie inspects her friend – the exhaustion is evident on her face, but it’s masked by a smile. “And I hear congratulations are in order…”
“We made it to the final…” Katie answers proudly. Annie fist pumps, happy for her friend’s success. “…Prince MacRear and I are going to be facing Brute Camp in two weeks time to determine the first ever LDFC Apex Tag Team Champions.”
“Well look at you, trying to become a triple champion…” Annie nudges Katie playfully as both girls share a giggle.
“I have to try and out do you, kiddo.” Katie shrugs, grinning from ear to ear as she does so.
She knew it wouldn’t be easy coming into wrestling as the best friend of Annie Zellor, who when she debuted nearly three years ago managed to quickly become one of the most popular wrestlers on the independent circuit. But Katie Rogers decided to try and follow in her foot steps, albeit with a different persona; the saccharine sweet routine might have got Katie somewhere, but it would be a matter of time before got called a clone. Especially if they teamed together like they always hoped to do. That’s why she chose The Crimson Baroness, that’s why she’s a heel, that’s why they pretend to be rivals when they’re not ‘being forced to team together’ as The Small Boob Wrecking Crew in GFP.
But now Katie is just one step away from becoming an LDFC Apex Tag Team Champion, as well as one half of the GFP Jr. Tag Team Champions, and the current RISE Champion. Not even Annie has managed to hold three belts at once.
“Yeah, yeah,” Annie mutters sarcastically, “but lets see which of us can become a quadruple champion first, huh. Whaddya say?”
“Noooo,” Katie elongates the word before giggling again, “the bet was triple champion. And you have no idea how badly I want that dollar of yours!” A modest bet, but it’s more the spirit of competition that’s driving each of them. Annie’s lagging behind too; she and her partners in The Whitest Girls You Know have a shot at the SSWA Trios Title on Monday night, and rumour has it she might be in line for a shot at the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy title – but nothings confirmed. And even then the show would be three weeks away, after Katie has her title match.
Annie fishes a note out of her pocket. “This dollar?”
“That’s a thousand yen.” Comes the smartass reply.
“Grmbl,” Annie mutters under her breath as she stares down at the note in her hand, the face of Hideyo Noguchi staring back at her with judgment in his eyes. “You know what I meant…”
“I know, kiddo,” Katie replies as she makes her way over to one of the beds, dropping down on it with her arms spread out. “Oh, that feels good.”
“I know, right?” Annie adds; she had the comfort of this bed after that marathon flight earlier, and it truly was a welcome relief. She jumps onto the bed next to Katie, laying next to her as the pair of them stare up at the ceiling. “So everything’s going good for you right now?”
“Well Chris said he’ll accept the invitation to your wedding,” Katie chuckles, dreaming ahead to her dirty break in Sin City with her secret boyfriend, “and I’m making more friends at LDFC. And next month The Small Boob Wrecking Crew get to make our American debut in WLW…” they both smile at that one, “…there’s just one thing bothering me.”
“What’s wrong?” Annie asks, her voice ripe with concern.
“It’s RISE…” Katie replies.
“What about it?”
“I…” Katie elongates the word before pausing, trying to find the best way to articulate her concerns, “…I hate it there.” The admission is frank, blunt, but honest.
Annie sits up in shock. “What? Why?”
“Have you spent eight hours a day around the likes of Miguel, Wally, that Kaiser kid, J.Z. Crowns, Melanie Laguerquist…” she pauses, trying to remember more names, “…Jordan Parker, the Hamster, Ashley Fucking Hamilton, Maeve McKenna. Annie, I swear, I don’t know how much longer I can be around them.”
“But you’re only there two days a week…” Annie suggests; truthfully she can’t imagine being around some of them. She can’t even be bothered to deal with them on Twitter, and can only imagine it’s worse in person.
“Two days too many.” Comes the blunt reply. “And they spend all day doing the stupidest shit, and all the dunces hats in the world, all the scrubbing toilets, all the days spent getting suplexed are doing nothing to make them realize they’re wasting all our time. I’m not going to be back in time for Monday, but if it’s just Andreas torturing Miguel again for being a disrespectful dumbass – again! – then I’m probably not going to be missing much.”
“Don’t say that,” Annie pleads, “just think about the people you do like who are there.”
“Valerie?” she pauses. “I’d rather take her back to North Carolina with me so she can have a trainer who cares about her progress.” Katie shakes her head in dismay; she hasn’t tried to make too many friends in RISE, but for the life of her she can’t find another person there she might like all that much, with the possible exceptions of AGIII or Jax DeWitt.
“You can’t do that…”
“Why not? We can join up with MacRear and Keegan, make a stable and run roughshod over the whole place. Enough of us to capture the Apex title, the tag titles, and the Old North belt. It’d be sweet…” Katie explains with a wistful smile upon her face.
“But you’re already the RISE Champion.” Annie states, matter-of-factly. “You can’t just quit when you’re the champion.”
“Why not? They can have the belt back, I’ll even dump it in the trash for them where the trainers seem to think it’d be better off.” She shrugs. “Remember, anyone can win a battle royal!” she parrots Aurora’s disrespectful words after the first Breakthrough. “And I certainly didn’t win through skill!” she repeats the claims Arkia Fisk made recently as she running her mouth on Twitter. “Just luck and smarts, that’s all it was.”
“That’s what trainers say, it’s tough love.” Annie explains. “Riley does the same to you…”
“It’s not tough love, it’s disrespect.” Katie claims boldly. “The same way they flout the rules and tweet during training sessions. When they’re on there mocking us, making jokes about us, deriding us for our efforts instead of helping us get better. When they’d rather spend half a day suplexing someone around to try and teach them a lesson, instead of helping the rest of learn anything useful.”
“Or they can remind us that they’re both former Phoenix Wrestling World Champions…” Katie rolls her eyes, “…as if World champions aren’t a dime a dozen nowadays. As if Phoenix Wrestling didn’t implode under the weight of it’s own mismanagement. As if they’ve wrestled more than a handful of matches between them over the last two years – of course not, they’re both semi-retired now because they couldn’t handle the stress of family life and a career on the road at the same time! They’re barely thirty years old, and they’re claiming they’ve achieved all the need to achieve…”
“But at least they’re not as bad as Andreas…” she starts, before scoffing, “…the legendary thirteen time World champion. The man who’s wrestled all around the world. And ended up wasting the last three years of his career in EXODUS Pro, watching his dignity, and his pride diminish by the day….” Another eye roll as Katie shakes her head, “…but he’s here to give back to the next generation. So they don’t make the same mistakes he does, and we don’t end up in a cesspit like that – what an honourable gesture, what a thoughtful man…” she pauses, “…except he just used it as an opportunity to get on the cover of Men’s Fitness. Except he’s trying to make himself the star of the show. Except he’s holding us all down so that Lasiewicz star can shine a little longer.”
“And you can call that tough love, Annie,” she scoffs, “you can claim they’re doing it to try and toughen us all up. To make us better prepared for the world of professional wrestling. But I’ll call that bullshit; they’re only out to help themselves and I feel sorry for the RISE fans who tune in to these shows and see these wrestlers half-assing it through matches because they haven’t learned a damn thing. I feel sorry for the professional wrestlers who get harassed by a bunch of rookies who can’t wrestler their way out of a wet paper bag, and don’t seem to want to do a damn thing to change their ways. And worst of all I feel sorry for HKW if they ever call any of that lot up, because they’ll be a bigger waste of space than either of the Alexander brothers ever were. A bigger drain on morale than you’ve said Gwen Massey was. And a bigger public relations nightmare than that paedophile, Tank. So yeah, I hate it there…”
She breathes a sigh of relief after having got it all off her chest for the first time. Without saying a word, Annie moves closer to her friend, wrapping her arms gently around Katie’s shoulders. Katie rests her head down against Annie’s chest as she begins to sob momentarily, stopping herself before it gets too bad. “I know it’s tough,” Annie comforts her, “I know it probably sucks. But you can’t quit, Katie…”
“Why not?” she replies, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“‘Cause you won’t win the bet if you do.” Annie reminds her.
And Katie curses under her breath. “Fuck. Fine!” she says, louder than before, “I’ll stay long enough to win the bet. See if they change anything around to make it more tolerable, and see if I learn anything new. Otherwise I’m out of there.” Katie states, boldly. And Annie knows there’s little that she can do to argue with her on that point.
“About time!” Annie jokes, knowing that the GFP show is scheduled for tomorrow night. She also knows it’s not Katie’s fault; LDFC postponed their most recent Pride by a day, meaning Katie had to fly out on Friday night to make it to Japan in time for this appearance. The hug breaks as Annie inspects her friend – the exhaustion is evident on her face, but it’s masked by a smile. “And I hear congratulations are in order…”
“We made it to the final…” Katie answers proudly. Annie fist pumps, happy for her friend’s success. “…Prince MacRear and I are going to be facing Brute Camp in two weeks time to determine the first ever LDFC Apex Tag Team Champions.”
“Well look at you, trying to become a triple champion…” Annie nudges Katie playfully as both girls share a giggle.
“I have to try and out do you, kiddo.” Katie shrugs, grinning from ear to ear as she does so.
She knew it wouldn’t be easy coming into wrestling as the best friend of Annie Zellor, who when she debuted nearly three years ago managed to quickly become one of the most popular wrestlers on the independent circuit. But Katie Rogers decided to try and follow in her foot steps, albeit with a different persona; the saccharine sweet routine might have got Katie somewhere, but it would be a matter of time before got called a clone. Especially if they teamed together like they always hoped to do. That’s why she chose The Crimson Baroness, that’s why she’s a heel, that’s why they pretend to be rivals when they’re not ‘being forced to team together’ as The Small Boob Wrecking Crew in GFP.
But now Katie is just one step away from becoming an LDFC Apex Tag Team Champion, as well as one half of the GFP Jr. Tag Team Champions, and the current RISE Champion. Not even Annie has managed to hold three belts at once.
“Yeah, yeah,” Annie mutters sarcastically, “but lets see which of us can become a quadruple champion first, huh. Whaddya say?”
“Noooo,” Katie elongates the word before giggling again, “the bet was triple champion. And you have no idea how badly I want that dollar of yours!” A modest bet, but it’s more the spirit of competition that’s driving each of them. Annie’s lagging behind too; she and her partners in The Whitest Girls You Know have a shot at the SSWA Trios Title on Monday night, and rumour has it she might be in line for a shot at the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy title – but nothings confirmed. And even then the show would be three weeks away, after Katie has her title match.
Annie fishes a note out of her pocket. “This dollar?”
“That’s a thousand yen.” Comes the smartass reply.
“Grmbl,” Annie mutters under her breath as she stares down at the note in her hand, the face of Hideyo Noguchi staring back at her with judgment in his eyes. “You know what I meant…”
“I know, kiddo,” Katie replies as she makes her way over to one of the beds, dropping down on it with her arms spread out. “Oh, that feels good.”
“I know, right?” Annie adds; she had the comfort of this bed after that marathon flight earlier, and it truly was a welcome relief. She jumps onto the bed next to Katie, laying next to her as the pair of them stare up at the ceiling. “So everything’s going good for you right now?”
“Well Chris said he’ll accept the invitation to your wedding,” Katie chuckles, dreaming ahead to her dirty break in Sin City with her secret boyfriend, “and I’m making more friends at LDFC. And next month The Small Boob Wrecking Crew get to make our American debut in WLW…” they both smile at that one, “…there’s just one thing bothering me.”
“What’s wrong?” Annie asks, her voice ripe with concern.
“It’s RISE…” Katie replies.
“What about it?”
“I…” Katie elongates the word before pausing, trying to find the best way to articulate her concerns, “…I hate it there.” The admission is frank, blunt, but honest.
Annie sits up in shock. “What? Why?”
“Have you spent eight hours a day around the likes of Miguel, Wally, that Kaiser kid, J.Z. Crowns, Melanie Laguerquist…” she pauses, trying to remember more names, “…Jordan Parker, the Hamster, Ashley Fucking Hamilton, Maeve McKenna. Annie, I swear, I don’t know how much longer I can be around them.”
“But you’re only there two days a week…” Annie suggests; truthfully she can’t imagine being around some of them. She can’t even be bothered to deal with them on Twitter, and can only imagine it’s worse in person.
“Two days too many.” Comes the blunt reply. “And they spend all day doing the stupidest shit, and all the dunces hats in the world, all the scrubbing toilets, all the days spent getting suplexed are doing nothing to make them realize they’re wasting all our time. I’m not going to be back in time for Monday, but if it’s just Andreas torturing Miguel again for being a disrespectful dumbass – again! – then I’m probably not going to be missing much.”
“Don’t say that,” Annie pleads, “just think about the people you do like who are there.”
“Valerie?” she pauses. “I’d rather take her back to North Carolina with me so she can have a trainer who cares about her progress.” Katie shakes her head in dismay; she hasn’t tried to make too many friends in RISE, but for the life of her she can’t find another person there she might like all that much, with the possible exceptions of AGIII or Jax DeWitt.
“You can’t do that…”
“Why not? We can join up with MacRear and Keegan, make a stable and run roughshod over the whole place. Enough of us to capture the Apex title, the tag titles, and the Old North belt. It’d be sweet…” Katie explains with a wistful smile upon her face.
“But you’re already the RISE Champion.” Annie states, matter-of-factly. “You can’t just quit when you’re the champion.”
“Why not? They can have the belt back, I’ll even dump it in the trash for them where the trainers seem to think it’d be better off.” She shrugs. “Remember, anyone can win a battle royal!” she parrots Aurora’s disrespectful words after the first Breakthrough. “And I certainly didn’t win through skill!” she repeats the claims Arkia Fisk made recently as she running her mouth on Twitter. “Just luck and smarts, that’s all it was.”
“That’s what trainers say, it’s tough love.” Annie explains. “Riley does the same to you…”
“It’s not tough love, it’s disrespect.” Katie claims boldly. “The same way they flout the rules and tweet during training sessions. When they’re on there mocking us, making jokes about us, deriding us for our efforts instead of helping us get better. When they’d rather spend half a day suplexing someone around to try and teach them a lesson, instead of helping the rest of learn anything useful.”
“Or they can remind us that they’re both former Phoenix Wrestling World Champions…” Katie rolls her eyes, “…as if World champions aren’t a dime a dozen nowadays. As if Phoenix Wrestling didn’t implode under the weight of it’s own mismanagement. As if they’ve wrestled more than a handful of matches between them over the last two years – of course not, they’re both semi-retired now because they couldn’t handle the stress of family life and a career on the road at the same time! They’re barely thirty years old, and they’re claiming they’ve achieved all the need to achieve…”
“But at least they’re not as bad as Andreas…” she starts, before scoffing, “…the legendary thirteen time World champion. The man who’s wrestled all around the world. And ended up wasting the last three years of his career in EXODUS Pro, watching his dignity, and his pride diminish by the day….” Another eye roll as Katie shakes her head, “…but he’s here to give back to the next generation. So they don’t make the same mistakes he does, and we don’t end up in a cesspit like that – what an honourable gesture, what a thoughtful man…” she pauses, “…except he just used it as an opportunity to get on the cover of Men’s Fitness. Except he’s trying to make himself the star of the show. Except he’s holding us all down so that Lasiewicz star can shine a little longer.”
“And you can call that tough love, Annie,” she scoffs, “you can claim they’re doing it to try and toughen us all up. To make us better prepared for the world of professional wrestling. But I’ll call that bullshit; they’re only out to help themselves and I feel sorry for the RISE fans who tune in to these shows and see these wrestlers half-assing it through matches because they haven’t learned a damn thing. I feel sorry for the professional wrestlers who get harassed by a bunch of rookies who can’t wrestler their way out of a wet paper bag, and don’t seem to want to do a damn thing to change their ways. And worst of all I feel sorry for HKW if they ever call any of that lot up, because they’ll be a bigger waste of space than either of the Alexander brothers ever were. A bigger drain on morale than you’ve said Gwen Massey was. And a bigger public relations nightmare than that paedophile, Tank. So yeah, I hate it there…”
She breathes a sigh of relief after having got it all off her chest for the first time. Without saying a word, Annie moves closer to her friend, wrapping her arms gently around Katie’s shoulders. Katie rests her head down against Annie’s chest as she begins to sob momentarily, stopping herself before it gets too bad. “I know it’s tough,” Annie comforts her, “I know it probably sucks. But you can’t quit, Katie…”
“Why not?” she replies, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“‘Cause you won’t win the bet if you do.” Annie reminds her.
And Katie curses under her breath. “Fuck. Fine!” she says, louder than before, “I’ll stay long enough to win the bet. See if they change anything around to make it more tolerable, and see if I learn anything new. Otherwise I’m out of there.” Katie states, boldly. And Annie knows there’s little that she can do to argue with her on that point.