Post by emmanuelle on Jun 18, 2021 22:40:27 GMT -5
Arcadia Dome
Undisclosed Location
Things didn’t go to plan. Emmy still had one of her titles, still had several opportunities to win more across other promotions, but this loss of her Shogun Championship? It affected her deeply. There were no excuses to be had, no protests that she could rationally raise. Even so the Starlet approached the gathered press not with her usual swagger and bravado after wins and successful title defenses. She looked everyone in the eye as she took her seat, one of her associates standing behind her with a pair of electric clippers in hand. No one says anything for a few moments, the sound of cameras flashing and taking pictures of the former Shogun Champion.
“Do it.”
The young man hesitates, but then goes to work shaving Emmy’s hair off, the hum of the clippers spurring even more camera flashes as the platinum locks fall to the floor. It’s not long until Emmanuelle’s hair is gone. Just a memory. There’s no sadness or madness in her eyes however. There is only anger there, an anger building with every passing moment that nearly brings out tears. Holding them back, she looks down at the floor then back up at the press who are hanging on her every word.
“This will not happen again. This, this disgraceful performance on my end. Never again. I could come here and make excuses and whine and cry, but I’m not going to. That’s not how the fuck I roll. You see this, right?”
Emmy gestures with her fingers to her nearly bald head and to the floor where her hair is strewn about.
“This isn’t me pulling a Brittany Spears or something like that. This is just my own way of reminding myself of the level of intensity and ruthlessness that I need to succeed in this sport. This is my way of having to look in the mirror and being reminded that I CAN lose, that no one is perfect...even though I’m as close to it as one can get. And this is to remind myself of the cynics, the skeptics, the people who say that I was a fluke champion. Whenever I get up and I look in the mirror before I catch a flight or train, I want to be reminded of this moment. Why? Because this is where I show you all what I can really do. Losing one title? Shit happens. But this other beauty I have, the Warrior Rising Championship, my journey with it is just beginning. I’m not going to comment on this match tonight; I’m not going to answer any of your stupid questions. I just want you all to remember one thing: This result is the worst thing that could have happened for anyone going against me from here on. I was just a champion before. From here on? I’m going to dominate this sport and anything and everything I set my mind to. That’s all I’ve got to say.”
Emmy calmly rises from her seat, picking up her Warrior Rising Championship and going on to the showers. She needed to wash away this disgrace, this feeling. She was so unaccustomed to losing big-time matches. All her life she had been accustomed to coming out on top in the most massive of situations. Her water polo time at UCLA, her basketball days in high school. And now her wrestling career. There were no soft tears, there was no self-pity. Just a few moments of reflection and plotting her workout and travel schedule.
There was still work to be done.
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So, some changes have been made. I’ve got a new look. Wanted to shake ALL of that bad mojo out of my system. And to be perfectly honest with you, I think I started taking being a double champion for granted. When I won the Shogun Championship, I was just hoping, praying that organizations would take notice of me. When I won the Warrior Rising Championship from that big goofball Scott Oasis, I knew that I was THAT BITCH, the cock of the walk to use an old expression. But defeat does funny things to people and it makes you assess things in life. I started to realize that maybe I did spend a little too much time stressing over my gear, too much time primping my hair and making sure it was styled just right. I mean, don’t get me wrong: long hair, short hair, no hair, I’m still a sexy woman and I’m goddamn proud of it. But the more time I spend in this meat grinder that is professional wrestling, the more I realize that I have to devote even more time to it to maintain my position than when I came up and earned my keep in the first place. Is this ideal for someone like me, an entrepreneur, aspiring actress, model, etc etc? No.
But it’s necessary.
Now that the elephant in the room that was my bald head has been addressed, let’s get down to the nitty gritty: Hell on Earth. More specifically, the Seven Gates of Hell match that I’ve been thrown into. Now, I know that there are some people out there that are critical of the Warrior Rising “division” and this match, but I actually appreciate the idea. I appreciate that, not unlike the Dreamscape match that I’ve participated in before in WrestleWorld, a unique contest was designed to showcase talent...and in some cases as far as this match is concerned I do use the word “talent” loosely.
You see, I’ve been under the impression that if you believe certain Twitter accounts that this match is a joke, that this title is a joke. Well, that perception is about to change. As long as I’m drawing breath and holding the Warrior Rising Championship, my entire mission is to elevate the prestige and value of this title. I’m not doing it out of wrestler’s pride or benevolence, but for profit. You have to understand, this title MUST be elevated and not be condemned to afterthought status. The more unique matches, the better. The more fresh talent to challenge for it, the better. I want to make this title just as important and prestigious as any in Project: Honor. If you have trouble digesting what I’m saying, here you go:
I want to wear this title, put asses in seats by having the best available matches, and get paid exorbitant amounts of money while doing so.
So, who do I have to go through to survive this clusterfuck? Let’s look at all the participants who will be joining me in this condensed, Great Value version of Dante’s Nine Circles of Hell:
A truly adorable, kid-friendly sort of guy despite being so huge. Now if I was looking for someone to be on a children’s television show or deliver the mail or do something mundane and possibly mildly entertaining, I would call him. But I do have a question to ask: Do any of you think that Pat is going to have anything resembling a chance? I mean the only reason why I’m bothering to mention him is because he’s there. Which, fittingly enough, is a synopsis of his entire Project: Honor tenure- he’s just there.
I really actually like this guy a lot. Big, tough guy. About his money, about getting the job done and being the best. Great collegiate athlete, a lot like myself in that regard, who transitioned to wrestling and became a dominant entity in wrestling who has found himself fighting into relevance in Project: Honor and finds himself on Proving Ground, swimming with the big sharks. His story would be compelling and interesting to me if not for two things: If I hadn’t already been doing the things that he’s **talking** about doing since his arrival...and to me, I think the guy has some deeply seated issues. He talks and talks and talks but it seems like he’s just fishing for approval and masking that attention hunger by acting as hard as he possibly can.
Man, oh man! I was really happy to see your name on this card for this match, “Boss”. I know how much it eats you up inside that you lost your title to a protege of one of your homeboys. Hell, I’m your EMPLOYEE. Do you know how satisfying it is to walk up to your office in Philly, peek my head in the door while picking up my paycheck and WEARING the title that I took off you? Oh, it’s fucking delicious. I just want you to know that I don’t have any ill will towards you and I know you’re coming for me especially. You’re going to do EVERYTHING in your power to stop me. But you already know from experience that it won’t work.
I don’t know much about her, but I know the rumors. And I’ve heard some stories. I’ve always been interested in seeing someone like her up-close, in the flesh, and now I’ll have my chance. There’s just one thing that she’s got to understand: despite how tough she is, how much she’s accomplished, all she is to me is another chump coming to try to take what’s mine, another stranger that I could not give a fuck less about. Coming from where she comes from, surely she understand when you fuck with someone’s money, it goes from impersonal to personal REAL quick, right? That’s all this is. Everyone involved in this match has their eyes on me, trying to get what’s mine, trying to take money out of my bank account. Nope. I’m not having it. And I’m especially not gonna have some Biker Chick steal my thunder.
Man, I don’t dislike you, but I could go a year without seeing your face for a while. We’ve been in singles matches together, we’ve been in tag matches against each other, we’ve been partners. I respect your talent but I kinda need you to go find someone else to play with now. And no, you can’t take the Warrior Rising title with you. I remember losing that match to you in your debut, and it made me realize that I needed to get myself together. And I have. I may not be the boss bitch of WrestleWorld’s Shogun division anymore, but this Warrior Rising title needs someone to elevate it’s standing and I’m more than capable of doing so. So, it’s nice to see you, I wish you nothing but the best in wrestling but you gotta get the hell up outta my face once this match is over. We can’t keep running around in literal circles like this, man.
You two have a unique spot in my brain right now. You work for that big moron Scott, and you actually consider him some sort of inspiration or whatever. That’s fine. TJ, I actually don’t hate you. In fact, other than Cadillac you’re one of the few people I could actually be bothered to have a word with outside of the ring. The problem is a simple one, but it’s still YOUR problem: You’re coming for something that belongs to me. And I’m not going to let you have it. Your running buddy, however, he’s got a little mouth on him. I know he’s got to get his shit in for the ‘Gram and for his SoundCloud and all that bullshit, but he needs to understand that I am everything I say I am and more.
I told you all I would change the game. I did.
I told everyone I would be a champion in Project Honor. I am.
I’m telling you all that I’m the one to elevate this title I now hold. I will be.
And I’m quite willing to walk through the fires of Hell to do so, just to prove my fucking point.
Undisclosed Location
Things didn’t go to plan. Emmy still had one of her titles, still had several opportunities to win more across other promotions, but this loss of her Shogun Championship? It affected her deeply. There were no excuses to be had, no protests that she could rationally raise. Even so the Starlet approached the gathered press not with her usual swagger and bravado after wins and successful title defenses. She looked everyone in the eye as she took her seat, one of her associates standing behind her with a pair of electric clippers in hand. No one says anything for a few moments, the sound of cameras flashing and taking pictures of the former Shogun Champion.
“Do it.”
The young man hesitates, but then goes to work shaving Emmy’s hair off, the hum of the clippers spurring even more camera flashes as the platinum locks fall to the floor. It’s not long until Emmanuelle’s hair is gone. Just a memory. There’s no sadness or madness in her eyes however. There is only anger there, an anger building with every passing moment that nearly brings out tears. Holding them back, she looks down at the floor then back up at the press who are hanging on her every word.
“This will not happen again. This, this disgraceful performance on my end. Never again. I could come here and make excuses and whine and cry, but I’m not going to. That’s not how the fuck I roll. You see this, right?”
Emmy gestures with her fingers to her nearly bald head and to the floor where her hair is strewn about.
“This isn’t me pulling a Brittany Spears or something like that. This is just my own way of reminding myself of the level of intensity and ruthlessness that I need to succeed in this sport. This is my way of having to look in the mirror and being reminded that I CAN lose, that no one is perfect...even though I’m as close to it as one can get. And this is to remind myself of the cynics, the skeptics, the people who say that I was a fluke champion. Whenever I get up and I look in the mirror before I catch a flight or train, I want to be reminded of this moment. Why? Because this is where I show you all what I can really do. Losing one title? Shit happens. But this other beauty I have, the Warrior Rising Championship, my journey with it is just beginning. I’m not going to comment on this match tonight; I’m not going to answer any of your stupid questions. I just want you all to remember one thing: This result is the worst thing that could have happened for anyone going against me from here on. I was just a champion before. From here on? I’m going to dominate this sport and anything and everything I set my mind to. That’s all I’ve got to say.”
Emmy calmly rises from her seat, picking up her Warrior Rising Championship and going on to the showers. She needed to wash away this disgrace, this feeling. She was so unaccustomed to losing big-time matches. All her life she had been accustomed to coming out on top in the most massive of situations. Her water polo time at UCLA, her basketball days in high school. And now her wrestling career. There were no soft tears, there was no self-pity. Just a few moments of reflection and plotting her workout and travel schedule.
There was still work to be done.
So, some changes have been made. I’ve got a new look. Wanted to shake ALL of that bad mojo out of my system. And to be perfectly honest with you, I think I started taking being a double champion for granted. When I won the Shogun Championship, I was just hoping, praying that organizations would take notice of me. When I won the Warrior Rising Championship from that big goofball Scott Oasis, I knew that I was THAT BITCH, the cock of the walk to use an old expression. But defeat does funny things to people and it makes you assess things in life. I started to realize that maybe I did spend a little too much time stressing over my gear, too much time primping my hair and making sure it was styled just right. I mean, don’t get me wrong: long hair, short hair, no hair, I’m still a sexy woman and I’m goddamn proud of it. But the more time I spend in this meat grinder that is professional wrestling, the more I realize that I have to devote even more time to it to maintain my position than when I came up and earned my keep in the first place. Is this ideal for someone like me, an entrepreneur, aspiring actress, model, etc etc? No.
But it’s necessary.
Now that the elephant in the room that was my bald head has been addressed, let’s get down to the nitty gritty: Hell on Earth. More specifically, the Seven Gates of Hell match that I’ve been thrown into. Now, I know that there are some people out there that are critical of the Warrior Rising “division” and this match, but I actually appreciate the idea. I appreciate that, not unlike the Dreamscape match that I’ve participated in before in WrestleWorld, a unique contest was designed to showcase talent...and in some cases as far as this match is concerned I do use the word “talent” loosely.
You see, I’ve been under the impression that if you believe certain Twitter accounts that this match is a joke, that this title is a joke. Well, that perception is about to change. As long as I’m drawing breath and holding the Warrior Rising Championship, my entire mission is to elevate the prestige and value of this title. I’m not doing it out of wrestler’s pride or benevolence, but for profit. You have to understand, this title MUST be elevated and not be condemned to afterthought status. The more unique matches, the better. The more fresh talent to challenge for it, the better. I want to make this title just as important and prestigious as any in Project: Honor. If you have trouble digesting what I’m saying, here you go:
I want to wear this title, put asses in seats by having the best available matches, and get paid exorbitant amounts of money while doing so.
So, who do I have to go through to survive this clusterfuck? Let’s look at all the participants who will be joining me in this condensed, Great Value version of Dante’s Nine Circles of Hell:
Pat the Postman.
A truly adorable, kid-friendly sort of guy despite being so huge. Now if I was looking for someone to be on a children’s television show or deliver the mail or do something mundane and possibly mildly entertaining, I would call him. But I do have a question to ask: Do any of you think that Pat is going to have anything resembling a chance? I mean the only reason why I’m bothering to mention him is because he’s there. Which, fittingly enough, is a synopsis of his entire Project: Honor tenure- he’s just there.
Brandon Hendrix.
I really actually like this guy a lot. Big, tough guy. About his money, about getting the job done and being the best. Great collegiate athlete, a lot like myself in that regard, who transitioned to wrestling and became a dominant entity in wrestling who has found himself fighting into relevance in Project: Honor and finds himself on Proving Ground, swimming with the big sharks. His story would be compelling and interesting to me if not for two things: If I hadn’t already been doing the things that he’s **talking** about doing since his arrival...and to me, I think the guy has some deeply seated issues. He talks and talks and talks but it seems like he’s just fishing for approval and masking that attention hunger by acting as hard as he possibly can.
Scott Oasis.
Man, oh man! I was really happy to see your name on this card for this match, “Boss”. I know how much it eats you up inside that you lost your title to a protege of one of your homeboys. Hell, I’m your EMPLOYEE. Do you know how satisfying it is to walk up to your office in Philly, peek my head in the door while picking up my paycheck and WEARING the title that I took off you? Oh, it’s fucking delicious. I just want you to know that I don’t have any ill will towards you and I know you’re coming for me especially. You’re going to do EVERYTHING in your power to stop me. But you already know from experience that it won’t work.
Valkyrie.
I don’t know much about her, but I know the rumors. And I’ve heard some stories. I’ve always been interested in seeing someone like her up-close, in the flesh, and now I’ll have my chance. There’s just one thing that she’s got to understand: despite how tough she is, how much she’s accomplished, all she is to me is another chump coming to try to take what’s mine, another stranger that I could not give a fuck less about. Coming from where she comes from, surely she understand when you fuck with someone’s money, it goes from impersonal to personal REAL quick, right? That’s all this is. Everyone involved in this match has their eyes on me, trying to get what’s mine, trying to take money out of my bank account. Nope. I’m not having it. And I’m especially not gonna have some Biker Chick steal my thunder.
Cadillac Jackson.
Man, I don’t dislike you, but I could go a year without seeing your face for a while. We’ve been in singles matches together, we’ve been in tag matches against each other, we’ve been partners. I respect your talent but I kinda need you to go find someone else to play with now. And no, you can’t take the Warrior Rising title with you. I remember losing that match to you in your debut, and it made me realize that I needed to get myself together. And I have. I may not be the boss bitch of WrestleWorld’s Shogun division anymore, but this Warrior Rising title needs someone to elevate it’s standing and I’m more than capable of doing so. So, it’s nice to see you, I wish you nothing but the best in wrestling but you gotta get the hell up outta my face once this match is over. We can’t keep running around in literal circles like this, man.
TT and Yung Sauce, The Sauce? Whatever. Big Drip Boys.
You two have a unique spot in my brain right now. You work for that big moron Scott, and you actually consider him some sort of inspiration or whatever. That’s fine. TJ, I actually don’t hate you. In fact, other than Cadillac you’re one of the few people I could actually be bothered to have a word with outside of the ring. The problem is a simple one, but it’s still YOUR problem: You’re coming for something that belongs to me. And I’m not going to let you have it. Your running buddy, however, he’s got a little mouth on him. I know he’s got to get his shit in for the ‘Gram and for his SoundCloud and all that bullshit, but he needs to understand that I am everything I say I am and more.
I told you all I would change the game. I did.
I told everyone I would be a champion in Project Honor. I am.
I’m telling you all that I’m the one to elevate this title I now hold. I will be.
And I’m quite willing to walk through the fires of Hell to do so, just to prove my fucking point.