Post by emmanuelle on Feb 2, 2022 23:58:30 GMT -5
You know, I should be used to it by now. I’ve been a champion before, I know the drill. I know that I can’t even let my guard down for a moment before someone comes calling. I should have been more aware of my surroundings. No matter what title you hold, no matter what company you work for, you ALWAYS have a target on your chest and two on your back when you’re holding something precious. I let my guard down for just a few seconds but Arata was able to send a message to me. I’m not surprised at all that he stooped as low as he did and I’m certainly not surprised he wants the Grand Championship back. It’s all good. Really, it is. He’ll get my response for his actions soon enough. For now? I’ve got to get ready for my next match. Being a champion isn’t always about being prepared for the immediate, known threats. Nah. Sometimes you have to prepare for unknown threats…or threats that people around you don’t suspect.
Cleveland, Ohio
Emmy was usually one who kept to herself most times after a match regardless of the outcome. Not because there was anything anti-social to her character, but she was absolutely fuming considering what happened after her tag match. She and Myojin won, of course. Two Champions teaming against two guys who were merely above average at best. But what annoyed her to no end afterwards was the cheap shot from behind that she got from Asakura. Her head was still smarting from the ferocity of those attacks and she even employed an ice-pack to keep any potential swelling down. She could hardly blame the guy. She’d made his life a bit of a living hell over the past year. Picking him to be the victim of her career-defining moment then taunting him about it relentlessly for months. Cheating and subjecting him to the vicious attacks of not just herself but her hired muscle in WrestleWorld all over a crown. Betraying him during OWA’s massive Dimensional Warfare conflict. And now taking ANOTHER belt from him? Heh. If she were in his position, she’d have gone the same route. Understanding his actions, however, weren’t the same as accepting them. While she was busy fuming and thinking of all the ways that she could get back at him, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and saw what was becoming an increasingly familiar name, face and number on it. If it was anyone else she’d probably have texted them back with a swift “Fuck Off.” But seeing as it was “her”, she opened up the message.
And instantly regretted it.
The contents of the message included a very risque picture with one of “her” usual little quips included. Suddenly the blows to her head didn’t seem all that painful anymore.
Hey….I’m staying overnight. Why don’t you come and keep me company for a while?
She was playing with fire and she knew it, Emmy. This person could easily come and be not so friendly to her and take the Grand Championship she had fought so hard to get. She didn’t consider her an enemy in the literal sense but definitely a threat to her title reign for sure. Oh well. There were a lot worse options out there for a fling, right?
I’m on my way. I’m not in the best of moods so I hope you’re ready for a very, very rough night.
Archimedes, right? Archie, whatever you choose to go by. We find ourselves starting to constantly run into each other, don’t we? The Black Friday shenanigans that you managed to walk off with something extremely meaningful while I left the place with nothing. That Six-Man Tag from a while back where I hurt my ankle and you guys managed to pick up the scraps and pin me. And now this. I do have a confession to make, Archie, one that I don’t like doing too much nowadays considering my status at the top of the Proving Ground heap as Grand Champion:
I actually like you.
Your humor sometimes I just don’t….get. Honestly, you seem out of your fucking mind. But hey, one company I work for has the founder being held in some prison complex and another just had a massive four team match that was overseen by an Elder God so, hey, do you. One thing that I’m not going to give you any crap about is your fighting skill and your drive when you decide to give a shit. You may like to hide behind all the corny stuff that you do but to be blunt about it you’re damn good.
It’s my job to find out exactly how good.
Now, I’m not doing this out of some video game-ass pretext of trying to bring out the best in you. As Grand Champion, I have to be ready to take the fight to anyone at any time on this roster or if someone from Fallout has the cajones to come calling. I have to know exactly who and what I’m dealing with, know what I mean? You, you’ve got that special prize, don’t you? The one where you outjumped me for in that mall. That was some pretty athletic shit and some quick thinking to go along with it. That alone would convince me that you’re better than you let on and care more than you let on, but seeing you wrestle up close and personal again proved my suspicion of you right.
I’m not buttering you up for the sake of trying to get one past you, either. Most people that I’ve wrestled here or otherwise will tell you that if I think you can hang, I’m upfront about it. I don’t believe in filling people’s ears with what they want to hear. I believe in telling the truth with no filter, a habit that’s gotten me into some trouble with people like your associates. Heh, I think I even had a Twitter spat with Savannah over something I said about Big Drip, but that’s a story for another day.
This time, there’s not going to be any gimmicks. No teammates. And I’m not going to be on a bum ankle to be taken advantage of. You’re not wrestling the same woman that you happened to run into during the Holiday season of 2021. You are stepping into the ring with the Project Honor Grand Champion, the first female holder of the Grand Championship, the woman who within a single year went from absolutely nothing to the Best Wrestler on the Planet.
I see something similar for you. You may think I’m buttering you up, but you are so much more capable than you have shown. You even had a chance to win my old belt, the Warrior Rising Championship, but you blew it.
No shame in that, but I’m just trying to get you to understand where the line of demarcation is here. This isn’t going to be just some silly match where you can do whatever. This is a match where you’re going to have to give a shit just to have a chance to keep up. Arata, Tara, You, Swindle, TJ, Casanova, Ozy. The list of my headaches is long and tiresome. Asakura even decided to give me a little gift by knocking me unconscious in a lame attack from behind. I’ll deal with him, but I want you to understand that just because my attention may be scattered before the bell rings, when it does ring you’ll have my undivided attention.
Why? Because this is my first singles match as Grand Champion. Every time I step in that ring, I have to send a message not just to you, the person that I’m facing that day or whoever, but to the fans. The management. The entire locker room. I want people to know from here on if they want this belt that it will be absolute hell to take it from me. I don’t even want to give anyone a sniff at this fucking thing. I want to bring this belt back to the way it was when Dickie and Ozymandias were holding it. I want this belt to be the most respected title in this company…and to be the most feared title-holder as well.
So, I want you at your absolute best. Bring everything that you have with you to Pittsburgh because I’m intent on putting on an absolute show. I want the Platinum Era to be something where only the absolute best in professional wrestling is acceptable and I’m counting on you to play your part. If you don’t? Well, there won’t be anything left for your homies to scrape off the mat to put together again once I’m through with you. It’s time to find out if you’re ready to be a big dog or if you’re just content to stay on the porch with the rest of the puppies.
This reign is something that I’ve worked hard, HARD to get. I had to put some business ventures on hold, commitments to other organizations, everything. I have even put this title over my own family life. I didn’t go see my parents and siblings during the Christmas holiday season. Or New Year’s Day. Why? Because I was getting ready to beat the shit out of Arata Asakura to take this glittering piece of treasure that is the Grand Championship that is currently residing around my waist.
You want to make yourself famous? You want to prove that you’re a real boy, Pinnochio?
Now’s the time to do it.
I’ve proven my worth to the world already. And it’s high time the rest of this roster starts proving theirs to ME. Staring with you.
Cleveland, Ohio
(the morning after Proving Ground 29)
Emmy kinda hated this part. The old “Walk of Shame”. Well, there was nothing to be ashamed of since she had just had one of the best nights of her life with an insanely beautiful woman. It was just that this whole thing with Tara was a little more complex than she was used to. They were co-workers but also competitors, friends but also rivals…and would probably be facing each other down the line. But, her mantra was always to enjoy things while she could so why not get taste while she could? After saying her goodbyes, Emmy walked out of the door to that hotel room. She still snickered about the night before. They were so loud that at some point half the floor called guest service with noise complaints. She was getting ready to turn and walk when someone leaning against the wall by the door cleared their throat.
“SENA!?”
Her protege was dressed in a simple pair of jeans, a massive gray hoodie and sneakers. He also was sporting the biggest smirk that Emmy had ever seen, prompting her to put her hands on her hips and glare at him.
“What? I’m a grown woman. I can do what….and who…I want.”
“Hey, I’m not judging. I just think it’s so funny that I was getting put through hell with all these training sessions and you conveniently skip one this morning to have some fun. I’m guessing she must be really good.”
She had landed a right cross to his jaw before even thinking about it. The boy seemed to know this was coming and even with a busted lip couldn’t help himself from laughing as Emmy stormed off towards the elevator without giving him a second look.
“For that little remark, we’re doing a double workout this afternoon. You’re going to fucking crawl to our next stop when I’m finished with you!”
Sena couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. He was actually kind of glad that Emmy eased up a little bit to have some fun, even if it was with someone that even a rookie like Sena felt that she should be keeping at a distance for the time being. But one thing that he was happy to see was that competitive spark that she held was still burning quite brightly. Taking something like the Grand Championship was going to be a tall order for just about anyone.
Cleveland, Ohio
Emmy was usually one who kept to herself most times after a match regardless of the outcome. Not because there was anything anti-social to her character, but she was absolutely fuming considering what happened after her tag match. She and Myojin won, of course. Two Champions teaming against two guys who were merely above average at best. But what annoyed her to no end afterwards was the cheap shot from behind that she got from Asakura. Her head was still smarting from the ferocity of those attacks and she even employed an ice-pack to keep any potential swelling down. She could hardly blame the guy. She’d made his life a bit of a living hell over the past year. Picking him to be the victim of her career-defining moment then taunting him about it relentlessly for months. Cheating and subjecting him to the vicious attacks of not just herself but her hired muscle in WrestleWorld all over a crown. Betraying him during OWA’s massive Dimensional Warfare conflict. And now taking ANOTHER belt from him? Heh. If she were in his position, she’d have gone the same route. Understanding his actions, however, weren’t the same as accepting them. While she was busy fuming and thinking of all the ways that she could get back at him, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and saw what was becoming an increasingly familiar name, face and number on it. If it was anyone else she’d probably have texted them back with a swift “Fuck Off.” But seeing as it was “her”, she opened up the message.
And instantly regretted it.
The contents of the message included a very risque picture with one of “her” usual little quips included. Suddenly the blows to her head didn’t seem all that painful anymore.
Hey….I’m staying overnight. Why don’t you come and keep me company for a while?
She was playing with fire and she knew it, Emmy. This person could easily come and be not so friendly to her and take the Grand Championship she had fought so hard to get. She didn’t consider her an enemy in the literal sense but definitely a threat to her title reign for sure. Oh well. There were a lot worse options out there for a fling, right?
I’m on my way. I’m not in the best of moods so I hope you’re ready for a very, very rough night.
Archimedes, right? Archie, whatever you choose to go by. We find ourselves starting to constantly run into each other, don’t we? The Black Friday shenanigans that you managed to walk off with something extremely meaningful while I left the place with nothing. That Six-Man Tag from a while back where I hurt my ankle and you guys managed to pick up the scraps and pin me. And now this. I do have a confession to make, Archie, one that I don’t like doing too much nowadays considering my status at the top of the Proving Ground heap as Grand Champion:
I actually like you.
Your humor sometimes I just don’t….get. Honestly, you seem out of your fucking mind. But hey, one company I work for has the founder being held in some prison complex and another just had a massive four team match that was overseen by an Elder God so, hey, do you. One thing that I’m not going to give you any crap about is your fighting skill and your drive when you decide to give a shit. You may like to hide behind all the corny stuff that you do but to be blunt about it you’re damn good.
It’s my job to find out exactly how good.
Now, I’m not doing this out of some video game-ass pretext of trying to bring out the best in you. As Grand Champion, I have to be ready to take the fight to anyone at any time on this roster or if someone from Fallout has the cajones to come calling. I have to know exactly who and what I’m dealing with, know what I mean? You, you’ve got that special prize, don’t you? The one where you outjumped me for in that mall. That was some pretty athletic shit and some quick thinking to go along with it. That alone would convince me that you’re better than you let on and care more than you let on, but seeing you wrestle up close and personal again proved my suspicion of you right.
I’m not buttering you up for the sake of trying to get one past you, either. Most people that I’ve wrestled here or otherwise will tell you that if I think you can hang, I’m upfront about it. I don’t believe in filling people’s ears with what they want to hear. I believe in telling the truth with no filter, a habit that’s gotten me into some trouble with people like your associates. Heh, I think I even had a Twitter spat with Savannah over something I said about Big Drip, but that’s a story for another day.
This time, there’s not going to be any gimmicks. No teammates. And I’m not going to be on a bum ankle to be taken advantage of. You’re not wrestling the same woman that you happened to run into during the Holiday season of 2021. You are stepping into the ring with the Project Honor Grand Champion, the first female holder of the Grand Championship, the woman who within a single year went from absolutely nothing to the Best Wrestler on the Planet.
I see something similar for you. You may think I’m buttering you up, but you are so much more capable than you have shown. You even had a chance to win my old belt, the Warrior Rising Championship, but you blew it.
No shame in that, but I’m just trying to get you to understand where the line of demarcation is here. This isn’t going to be just some silly match where you can do whatever. This is a match where you’re going to have to give a shit just to have a chance to keep up. Arata, Tara, You, Swindle, TJ, Casanova, Ozy. The list of my headaches is long and tiresome. Asakura even decided to give me a little gift by knocking me unconscious in a lame attack from behind. I’ll deal with him, but I want you to understand that just because my attention may be scattered before the bell rings, when it does ring you’ll have my undivided attention.
Why? Because this is my first singles match as Grand Champion. Every time I step in that ring, I have to send a message not just to you, the person that I’m facing that day or whoever, but to the fans. The management. The entire locker room. I want people to know from here on if they want this belt that it will be absolute hell to take it from me. I don’t even want to give anyone a sniff at this fucking thing. I want to bring this belt back to the way it was when Dickie and Ozymandias were holding it. I want this belt to be the most respected title in this company…and to be the most feared title-holder as well.
So, I want you at your absolute best. Bring everything that you have with you to Pittsburgh because I’m intent on putting on an absolute show. I want the Platinum Era to be something where only the absolute best in professional wrestling is acceptable and I’m counting on you to play your part. If you don’t? Well, there won’t be anything left for your homies to scrape off the mat to put together again once I’m through with you. It’s time to find out if you’re ready to be a big dog or if you’re just content to stay on the porch with the rest of the puppies.
This reign is something that I’ve worked hard, HARD to get. I had to put some business ventures on hold, commitments to other organizations, everything. I have even put this title over my own family life. I didn’t go see my parents and siblings during the Christmas holiday season. Or New Year’s Day. Why? Because I was getting ready to beat the shit out of Arata Asakura to take this glittering piece of treasure that is the Grand Championship that is currently residing around my waist.
You want to make yourself famous? You want to prove that you’re a real boy, Pinnochio?
Now’s the time to do it.
I’ve proven my worth to the world already. And it’s high time the rest of this roster starts proving theirs to ME. Staring with you.
Cleveland, Ohio
(the morning after Proving Ground 29)
Emmy kinda hated this part. The old “Walk of Shame”. Well, there was nothing to be ashamed of since she had just had one of the best nights of her life with an insanely beautiful woman. It was just that this whole thing with Tara was a little more complex than she was used to. They were co-workers but also competitors, friends but also rivals…and would probably be facing each other down the line. But, her mantra was always to enjoy things while she could so why not get taste while she could? After saying her goodbyes, Emmy walked out of the door to that hotel room. She still snickered about the night before. They were so loud that at some point half the floor called guest service with noise complaints. She was getting ready to turn and walk when someone leaning against the wall by the door cleared their throat.
“SENA!?”
Her protege was dressed in a simple pair of jeans, a massive gray hoodie and sneakers. He also was sporting the biggest smirk that Emmy had ever seen, prompting her to put her hands on her hips and glare at him.
“What? I’m a grown woman. I can do what….and who…I want.”
“Hey, I’m not judging. I just think it’s so funny that I was getting put through hell with all these training sessions and you conveniently skip one this morning to have some fun. I’m guessing she must be really good.”
She had landed a right cross to his jaw before even thinking about it. The boy seemed to know this was coming and even with a busted lip couldn’t help himself from laughing as Emmy stormed off towards the elevator without giving him a second look.
“For that little remark, we’re doing a double workout this afternoon. You’re going to fucking crawl to our next stop when I’m finished with you!”
Sena couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. He was actually kind of glad that Emmy eased up a little bit to have some fun, even if it was with someone that even a rookie like Sena felt that she should be keeping at a distance for the time being. But one thing that he was happy to see was that competitive spark that she held was still burning quite brightly. Taking something like the Grand Championship was going to be a tall order for just about anyone.