Post by Dreamkiller on Jul 27, 2021 0:03:27 GMT -5
Chapter 17
The Separation.
3 Years Ago
“Fucking pathetic…”
I had never been so angry. And really, considering my past and my general demeanor, that was saying something. Matt Shields, my boyfriend of two years, a man who asked me to marry him and who I have stuck by through thick and thin. When he got injured I stood by him. When that injury gave him mental issues, I took care of him. I helped in his recovery. I helped him remember who he was and what he was about. To be perfectly honest…
I built Matt fucking Shields.
I stood behind him and made him a dominant, destructive world champion. And when he inevitably failed, when his own faults and personality let him down and made him crumble, who was it that picked up the pieces for our family? I’ll give you one fucking guess.
Me.
I did.
I walked into NGW and within a year I became the World champion, picking up the ball that Matt Shields dropped. And how was I thanked? How was I respected by the man I had stood by for years and supported? He cheated on me.
Now, I’m no prude. I’m open to many things and the worlds of pleasure you can get. But, doing things behind my back. Doing things without telling me just because he wanted to. Being dishonest, disloyal. That is what hurt. That is what broke me. And to make me feel that way, to break my black little heart?. Well, it takes a lot for me to let anyone in. And in the beginning I thought I found a kindred spirit. Someone who had similar views on the wrestling world and life.
I thought I found someone who would do what needed to be done. Who would take this world by the balls.
Instead, I just took his balls.
I walked into our bedroom and found him. I found home with two women, ones I had never seen, ones I had never met. Ones we had never talked about. Celebrating my loss, yes, my LOSS. So, I did what any woman would do. I took everything I was owed. And now, I have a career, and he’s wrestling in some piece of shit company no one has heard of.
But back then I was foolish, broken. And destroyed. I didn’t even realise what I was doing. My hand was wrapped in blonde’s hair, dragging her from our bed. My hand balled into a fist as it met her jaw, then her nose, and then she was through the door. And she was the lucky one.
The little asian girl. Maybe 5'0, 90 pounds. She wore the brunt of my anger. A broken nose, a busted eye, a kick to her ribs as I tossed her out the door too.
I looked over my shoulder, Matt didn’t even look angry, he smiled, stood up with nothing covering his body. Lipstick from the blonde still around his manhood. He growled and moved towards me. “That’s my girl”
His girl?
My blood boiled. My body was shaking, and as his hand reached out to stroke my face I wanted to throw up. I felt sick and angry. Furious at the scene I had witnessed and the reasons behind it.”I am so happy to see that fire and anger back…” He let his hand drift through my long black hair leaning forward to sniff it. “You’re welcome.”
That was it, the straw that broke the camels back and the reason why I walked out.
“I’m supposed to thank you? Are you serious?” I spat with venom, Matt’s face changed for a moment, I could see the twinkle in his eye disappear and face as he tried to hide it. Tried to bury the fear and realisation deep down. But he knew, he knew he had been caught, he knew he fucked up. And he knew he was about to lose everything. “Get, the fuck, out”
His smile faded, he looked around and shook his head. “This is my hou-”
Slap. My hand shot up hitting his face as hard as I could, he held his jaw and stepped back, I shook my head and spoke through gritted teeth. “Get. The fuck. Out” It was more forceful this time, I was expecting more of a fight, arguing, pleading, even begging. Instead Matt stepped back, he grabbed clothes, an his wallet, he backed out of the room. The second that door closed I would never be in the same room alone with him again.
That chapter of my life was done. One that allowed me to be a champion and to rule as a queen in that ring. Now, looking back, I should thank Matt. He brought back my love for wrestling, he brought back my vicious streak. And he also taught me one valuable lesson.
Relationships were a weakness. And this lesson, this mistake was not one I was going to repeat. Even with an unexpected person, who would sopon walk into my life.
Billy Danielson.
The Fallout.
“You people really want me to murder Pat don’t you?”
Kayla Richards, newly minted Proving Ground star, her arms over her chest, her nose sneering.
“My first match on this brand, after competing in the main event of Fallout is a match where I’m facing the joke of the brand. And I say that where John Blade is signed to a contract. But, before I get into this, let me address the elephant in the room. Why I am now on Proving Ground instead of Fallout. And, you know, I was going to take the high road, I was going to just let it go and shrug and come to Proving Ground in a calm, collected, respectful way.”
“Then I watched the F word.”
“I heard Alara Adams, a woman who works for this company run me down and badmouth me and essentially BURY me. And, the thing is I can handle that and I even expect that from fellow competitors. Hell I expected it from Jason Long, to see that I had left Fallout and right away talk shit. Say that I left because of him. I was prepared for it and I was going to sit back and let that little shithead run his mouth. I was even prepared to hear his wizard sleeve dick sheath run her stupid little mouth too.”
She lets out a small sigh and shakes her head.
“They step in the ring, they put their bodies on the line just like I do. And it’s their right to talk shit, I can reply and maybe one day I’ll get in the ring with them again, shit, Christian DeMarco could have come out and disavowed me, run his mouth too and could have called me a quitter, he’s the head of a brand, he can do that sort of thing. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit back and let what is essentially a head on a fucking stick bad mouth me and not reply.”
“So you want to know why I walked out of Fallout and onto Proving Ground Alara? Or did you just want an excuse to talk shit and try and act tough? I mean really, do you people think it’s appropriate for such biased rhetoric to come from someone who is meant to be neutral?”
“Someone who, unlike Jason Long or Savannah Sunshine I will never get retribution on, because she isn’t an in-ring performer.”
“Then again, what should I expect from someone who works on Fallout?”
“And that right there, is a reason why I left. See, I get what makes good television and how much “fun” it is to book things like live lovers quarrels. Being able to watch Jason and Savannah get forced to face each other. But I resented the position I was put in. I resented the fact my Noble title got handed to Savannah after Pixie lost and walked, and I never got a one on one shot, instead I was approached to face Jason for the Prime championship. A match that should have been ONE on ON.”
“And that is why I walked. I was put in a horrible position, pushed into a huge match for two championships but got overshadowed due to the sheer stupidity of it. And the worst part is I believed in Fallout, I believed in Christian DeMarco and despite his comments I actually hope he makes Fallout the ultra violent brand of crazy shit he wants it to be. But that..well..it’s not for me...so yes, I contacted Indy Darling, I asked him if he wanted me on his show, on HIS brand...and my Darling showed true vision, true leadership and welcomed little miss Kayla Richards with open arms…”
“Which leads me to Pat the Postman…”
Kayla can’t help but laugh with a small shake of her head, her tattooed hands clasping together and she tilts her head to the side.
“Oh Pat, what have you done? Hmm? What crime did you commit to make them book you in my debut? A few weeks after I lost the biggest match this company has ever had for two championships? A few weeks after I was put into a humiliating situation that was honestly..lose lose?. Think about it. I cannot be in the best of moods can I? And the thing is I’m sure so many people are just sitting back and thinking my time is done, that I’m just a joke after the back end of my Fallout career.”
“Losing to that idiot Pixie, losing that triple threat match nto Savannah, the tag match with Jason, and then losing to Jason Long. So many of you probably believe I’m going to lose to Pat too. And that I should be angry or frustrated. I have been put against someone like him on Project Honor’s birthday…”
“But I know what this is, I just hope Pat does too”
“This is a chance for Proving Ground to remind everyone what kind of acquisition they now have. And it’s a chance for me to remind everyone what I can do. Cause I legit think most of you have forgotten, see Pat I want you to do0 something for me. Before our match at the one year anniversary I want you to go watch all the matches I had before the four I mentioned.”
“I want you to actually do some research.”
She leans forward, slowly sitting down and crossing her legs over and folding her arms over her chest.
“I have ended careers on Fallout, I beat people and they were never seen again, I destroyed them, I rose up the ranks damn fast and I became the fucking Noble champion, and I became the boogy woman of that goddamn brand. Elena DeDraca ducked me, Pixie Sloane ran from me. I sent two women to the fucking unemployment line. And you people want to doubt me? Because I found some adversity in a series of matches where I was at a severe disadvantage?”
“This is going to end back for you Pat. This is going to be a night that people remember because it will be a moment where Kayla Richards goes from Fallout failure, to Proving Ground monster.”
“You’ll be the first name, the first defeat at my hands. And after this promo, after this match it will be the last time I address Fallout, the last time I give a damn about that brand or what it does. Because right now, I am all in on Proving Ground...and all in on killing your rucking dreams.”
The Separation.
3 Years Ago
“Fucking pathetic…”
I had never been so angry. And really, considering my past and my general demeanor, that was saying something. Matt Shields, my boyfriend of two years, a man who asked me to marry him and who I have stuck by through thick and thin. When he got injured I stood by him. When that injury gave him mental issues, I took care of him. I helped in his recovery. I helped him remember who he was and what he was about. To be perfectly honest…
I built Matt fucking Shields.
I stood behind him and made him a dominant, destructive world champion. And when he inevitably failed, when his own faults and personality let him down and made him crumble, who was it that picked up the pieces for our family? I’ll give you one fucking guess.
Me.
I did.
I walked into NGW and within a year I became the World champion, picking up the ball that Matt Shields dropped. And how was I thanked? How was I respected by the man I had stood by for years and supported? He cheated on me.
Now, I’m no prude. I’m open to many things and the worlds of pleasure you can get. But, doing things behind my back. Doing things without telling me just because he wanted to. Being dishonest, disloyal. That is what hurt. That is what broke me. And to make me feel that way, to break my black little heart?. Well, it takes a lot for me to let anyone in. And in the beginning I thought I found a kindred spirit. Someone who had similar views on the wrestling world and life.
I thought I found someone who would do what needed to be done. Who would take this world by the balls.
Instead, I just took his balls.
I walked into our bedroom and found him. I found home with two women, ones I had never seen, ones I had never met. Ones we had never talked about. Celebrating my loss, yes, my LOSS. So, I did what any woman would do. I took everything I was owed. And now, I have a career, and he’s wrestling in some piece of shit company no one has heard of.
But back then I was foolish, broken. And destroyed. I didn’t even realise what I was doing. My hand was wrapped in blonde’s hair, dragging her from our bed. My hand balled into a fist as it met her jaw, then her nose, and then she was through the door. And she was the lucky one.
The little asian girl. Maybe 5'0, 90 pounds. She wore the brunt of my anger. A broken nose, a busted eye, a kick to her ribs as I tossed her out the door too.
I looked over my shoulder, Matt didn’t even look angry, he smiled, stood up with nothing covering his body. Lipstick from the blonde still around his manhood. He growled and moved towards me. “That’s my girl”
His girl?
My blood boiled. My body was shaking, and as his hand reached out to stroke my face I wanted to throw up. I felt sick and angry. Furious at the scene I had witnessed and the reasons behind it.”I am so happy to see that fire and anger back…” He let his hand drift through my long black hair leaning forward to sniff it. “You’re welcome.”
That was it, the straw that broke the camels back and the reason why I walked out.
“I’m supposed to thank you? Are you serious?” I spat with venom, Matt’s face changed for a moment, I could see the twinkle in his eye disappear and face as he tried to hide it. Tried to bury the fear and realisation deep down. But he knew, he knew he had been caught, he knew he fucked up. And he knew he was about to lose everything. “Get, the fuck, out”
His smile faded, he looked around and shook his head. “This is my hou-”
Slap. My hand shot up hitting his face as hard as I could, he held his jaw and stepped back, I shook my head and spoke through gritted teeth. “Get. The fuck. Out” It was more forceful this time, I was expecting more of a fight, arguing, pleading, even begging. Instead Matt stepped back, he grabbed clothes, an his wallet, he backed out of the room. The second that door closed I would never be in the same room alone with him again.
That chapter of my life was done. One that allowed me to be a champion and to rule as a queen in that ring. Now, looking back, I should thank Matt. He brought back my love for wrestling, he brought back my vicious streak. And he also taught me one valuable lesson.
Relationships were a weakness. And this lesson, this mistake was not one I was going to repeat. Even with an unexpected person, who would sopon walk into my life.
Billy Danielson.
The Fallout.
“You people really want me to murder Pat don’t you?”
Kayla Richards, newly minted Proving Ground star, her arms over her chest, her nose sneering.
“My first match on this brand, after competing in the main event of Fallout is a match where I’m facing the joke of the brand. And I say that where John Blade is signed to a contract. But, before I get into this, let me address the elephant in the room. Why I am now on Proving Ground instead of Fallout. And, you know, I was going to take the high road, I was going to just let it go and shrug and come to Proving Ground in a calm, collected, respectful way.”
“Then I watched the F word.”
“I heard Alara Adams, a woman who works for this company run me down and badmouth me and essentially BURY me. And, the thing is I can handle that and I even expect that from fellow competitors. Hell I expected it from Jason Long, to see that I had left Fallout and right away talk shit. Say that I left because of him. I was prepared for it and I was going to sit back and let that little shithead run his mouth. I was even prepared to hear his wizard sleeve dick sheath run her stupid little mouth too.”
She lets out a small sigh and shakes her head.
“They step in the ring, they put their bodies on the line just like I do. And it’s their right to talk shit, I can reply and maybe one day I’ll get in the ring with them again, shit, Christian DeMarco could have come out and disavowed me, run his mouth too and could have called me a quitter, he’s the head of a brand, he can do that sort of thing. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit back and let what is essentially a head on a fucking stick bad mouth me and not reply.”
“So you want to know why I walked out of Fallout and onto Proving Ground Alara? Or did you just want an excuse to talk shit and try and act tough? I mean really, do you people think it’s appropriate for such biased rhetoric to come from someone who is meant to be neutral?”
“Someone who, unlike Jason Long or Savannah Sunshine I will never get retribution on, because she isn’t an in-ring performer.”
“Then again, what should I expect from someone who works on Fallout?”
“And that right there, is a reason why I left. See, I get what makes good television and how much “fun” it is to book things like live lovers quarrels. Being able to watch Jason and Savannah get forced to face each other. But I resented the position I was put in. I resented the fact my Noble title got handed to Savannah after Pixie lost and walked, and I never got a one on one shot, instead I was approached to face Jason for the Prime championship. A match that should have been ONE on ON.”
“And that is why I walked. I was put in a horrible position, pushed into a huge match for two championships but got overshadowed due to the sheer stupidity of it. And the worst part is I believed in Fallout, I believed in Christian DeMarco and despite his comments I actually hope he makes Fallout the ultra violent brand of crazy shit he wants it to be. But that..well..it’s not for me...so yes, I contacted Indy Darling, I asked him if he wanted me on his show, on HIS brand...and my Darling showed true vision, true leadership and welcomed little miss Kayla Richards with open arms…”
“Which leads me to Pat the Postman…”
Kayla can’t help but laugh with a small shake of her head, her tattooed hands clasping together and she tilts her head to the side.
“Oh Pat, what have you done? Hmm? What crime did you commit to make them book you in my debut? A few weeks after I lost the biggest match this company has ever had for two championships? A few weeks after I was put into a humiliating situation that was honestly..lose lose?. Think about it. I cannot be in the best of moods can I? And the thing is I’m sure so many people are just sitting back and thinking my time is done, that I’m just a joke after the back end of my Fallout career.”
“Losing to that idiot Pixie, losing that triple threat match nto Savannah, the tag match with Jason, and then losing to Jason Long. So many of you probably believe I’m going to lose to Pat too. And that I should be angry or frustrated. I have been put against someone like him on Project Honor’s birthday…”
“But I know what this is, I just hope Pat does too”
“This is a chance for Proving Ground to remind everyone what kind of acquisition they now have. And it’s a chance for me to remind everyone what I can do. Cause I legit think most of you have forgotten, see Pat I want you to do0 something for me. Before our match at the one year anniversary I want you to go watch all the matches I had before the four I mentioned.”
“I want you to actually do some research.”
She leans forward, slowly sitting down and crossing her legs over and folding her arms over her chest.
“I have ended careers on Fallout, I beat people and they were never seen again, I destroyed them, I rose up the ranks damn fast and I became the fucking Noble champion, and I became the boogy woman of that goddamn brand. Elena DeDraca ducked me, Pixie Sloane ran from me. I sent two women to the fucking unemployment line. And you people want to doubt me? Because I found some adversity in a series of matches where I was at a severe disadvantage?”
“This is going to end back for you Pat. This is going to be a night that people remember because it will be a moment where Kayla Richards goes from Fallout failure, to Proving Ground monster.”
“You’ll be the first name, the first defeat at my hands. And after this promo, after this match it will be the last time I address Fallout, the last time I give a damn about that brand or what it does. Because right now, I am all in on Proving Ground...and all in on killing your rucking dreams.”
