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++Rise....And Fall++; Kimiko, Libby, Shaw
Topic Started: Apr 5 2018, 05:52 AM (41 Views)
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##There'll be no need for crying##

##If darkness fills the skies##

##We'll go on forever like the phoenix##

##We will rise up from the ashes##

##This world is ours tonight##




Backstage – Post PPV Match – Empty Stairwell



++My body was sore. My arms ached. I had to get as far away from the back stage as possible when I knew what followed my match. That restraining order was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do next to burying my child, but I had too. I needed safety and distance. He was unstable and unreasonable right now. Still, I at least owed him the courtesy to be out of sight when his curtain call came. Shaw and I hadn't said a single word to each other since the sight. Not even a text. It was a game of awkward avoidance. An ice pack wrapped to my shoulder, I leaned against the concrete brick wall and exhaled, the belt still in my hands++



Apathy: Kimiko. If nobody believes that the defining highlight of RWR is it's women's division by now, then they need to watch another product. At the start of this, I told you that you were handed your place. I was very explicit when I said that you were only great in your mind and that your basically being delicately placed above the rest of the women was not only an insult, but a heinous offense. I have never stopped questioning our supposedly fair and balanced Board about their continual subtle attempts to suppress the women in this company. Inequality exists. It always has. It always will but my God have we come a long way.



I also said, in the beginning, that you needed to earn my respect. I owed you nothing. Kimiko, you didn't lose tonight. You may not have walked out with the belt, but you didn't lose. You fought with the spirit of a Samurai Warrior until the very end and that is to be not only respected but admired. You proved beyond a shadow of a doubt, as far as I am concerned, that you have more than earned your place here. Were you humbled? Yes. Were you mentally and emotionally strained? Yes. Did you feel the effects of self doubt? Yes. Yet there is not one man who had a match tonight or who will have a match tonight that will be able to say that they fought with every ounce of spirit, will and determination their body held. No man tonight is as heavily invested in their matches, as were ours. As we both were.



You hold yourself to a personal standard that I can respect. I hold myself and this belt to a standard. We have too. Duke Dice wouldn't sully himself with actually fighting in the crowd. His championship win was laughable. With no belt on the line Sister and I put on a classic in the stands, because we could. Because it was what was expected. He tarnished that title and he made a mockery of Adam Shaw. FFS has been trying to convince me to join their vast array of characters. They sent Buzz as their representative. Yet, Double Penetration has turned the Tag Title Belts into a running joke and it isn't funny anymore. It stopped being funny awhile ago. While I think Moniz and his generic band of reprobates are about as entertaining as watching paint dry, his boys hold the right to challenge for the belts.



My point is, our male counter parts tend to get comfortable in their roles and lazy. We don't get that luxury. We are not, not a single one of us women, are divas. We're warriors, amazons, occasionally savages and psychopaths. Just a few mere weeks ago two new women debuted. Both forged from special molds. I hear tell of another joining us. We're getting stronger and Kimiko, it was an honor to be able to build that solid foundation with you. We set the example. We raised the bar. Tonight was our night. Tonight the women rose above and nobody will forget it. Tonight Kimiko, we shoved a very prominent middle finger in the face of this company. To be honest....I was prepared to walk away without the belt. I knew at least I would have lost with honor and to a woman who had proven herself wholly.



While the announcers make no mention of it during my matches, my personal life is a wreck right now. Right about now, the man I once shared a home with is in the ring with Shaw. Libby is consumed by jealousy and paranoia and Shaw is out for blood. His honor has been imputed. And here I sit, in the middle of it all, alone. I'll go back to the hotel tonight, alone. I'll drink myself to sleep, or cry myself to sleep, and I will still be alone. Anyone else would be out celebrating retaining their championship, but the saddest truth is that without Libby, I am alone. I'm in the middle of a fight I didn't even start and neither side seems too concerned to try and find an end. Oh heavy is the head of she who wears the crown. And as I sit on my broken throne, my crown of thorns upon my head, blood for tears as I sit and watch the very company I represent as a champion capitalize on my personal misery.



The truth is Kimiko, that entire match, I was fueled by anger and disdain. Anger that as good and strong a champion I have been, I am shown such apathy about what is going on and disdain that deep in my heart I knew that right now, this belt is all I have. I wasn't fighting to beat you, I was fighting to survive.



++I screamed out and punched the wall, again and again until my knuckles were bleeding. I felt nothing. As I closed my eyes, I gritted my teeth. My knuckles brushed across the belt, leaving a trail of blood. I rested my head back and opened my eyes slowly++



Shaw. I have always said that the blood on my hands, is not my own. It's marked on my skin. My blood however, is on your hands. You are just a guilty party in this as I am. If there is even an ounce of honor in your blood you will meet with me. You will talk to me. About this. About what happened. About what is going on. While you are getting your satisfaction for being so greatly offended by the accusations made, have you ever once stopped and asked yourself, "What about Liz?". Or are you going to just ignore me, ignore what happened, like a coward? Then again, nobody else has asked either. I'm asking you, for my sake, please....Adam......meet me at the hotel later. At the hotel bar, my room, I don't care where but please, I can't take this awkward, guilty, silence anymore. Your life is beer, ass kicking, women and more beer. I can appreciate that. I had that life once, minus the women. Usually. Neither of us expected or wanted to be put in this position. You can at least extract violence. I don't have that privileged. I want answers, and satisfaction and resolve, as much as you do. This is my life Adam that is playing out in front of those cameras and bleeding in that ring. That is....or was supposed to be, my future. I'll be waiting at the hotel Shaw, if you don't come, then I guess all that will be left is to decide whether or not I can bear to stay and have a future in this company.



This is kind of like Russian Roulette, only the barrel is always at my head and you two always have a turn at the trigger. All I can do is sit and wait to see which one of you fires the fateful bullet.



You're an unimaginable bastard Libby, but I still love you.
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