Post by Vi. on Jun 17, 2017 18:24:58 GMT -5
“What interesting drama.”
Vi’s location was simple. It was a set with a grayish background. The White Hawk sat on a director’s chair with one leg crossed over the other. The whole environment was grayscale, giving way to a more cinematic experience. The stoic woman was actually looking over a tablet monitoring with Bobbi Storm’s voice coming from it. She flung it over her shoulder with a neutral expression. It might be broken, but it mattered not to her. She could always get another one.
“The first person that I have to take on for these title defenses is someone that I’ve beaten one on one before. Doesn’t that turn everyone to my side already? Or does that enlist everyone to root for the underdog?”
A rare chuckle out of the White Hawk.
“An underdog is a concept made by an audience to try to impose fate onto the much stronger individual. In the case of wrestling, the fans always want to see someone with a hero story come out on top. Surely, if there wasn’t some of the underlying elements in this match, then I’d believe the fans would root for me. However, that isn’t the case here in this match. No, no, someone had to bring sentiment into what should have been a normal defense.”
“Gosh, it’s so excessive. Me winning this match will make me into a villain, someone that the children cannot look up to. Didgitz’s out to make me a murderer, it seems.”
A beat.
“Oh, a murderer, you might ask? Why would I call myself that?”
“Because retirement is just another word for dying.”
“And I put you into retirement, if I end your career, then doesn’t that make me a murderer?”
“I don’t really care about your impending retirement. I think it’s a marketing ploy if anything. It has gotten you back in front of me and it’ll get you right back on the ground for the three count again. If anyone in this place wanted to see Vi Malkov, the normally stoic chick, get somewhat heated about anything, you’re getting your chance right now. I’m appalled by the audacity that you would use such a tactic. Yeah, it got you the title match, but what do you think is going to happen?”
“What did you think was going to happen before I found myself seething at your very existence?”
“You think that just because you can force yourself to forget the beating that I laid on you last time that you that everything would go smoothly? You think that on the power of your retirement or on your ‘might’ as the ‘so-called’ goddess of the division that you can fathom surviving the hands that tore through the Reina de Reinas tournament? I know that GZWA is full of people who are full of themselves, but I didn’t know there were idiots here too.”
A disgusted chuckle emitted from Vi as she rested her hand upon her head with a heavy sigh.
“When I joined the Reina de Reinas tournament on a whim, I thought that I would have a chance to face myself strong enough to finally put me down. The mediocre and the boredom that I’ve felt from these years of fighting have pushed me to the point of finding the best competition that the world has to offer me. I heard GZWA had just that. And what did I do? I beat a good helping of them and made myself known to the current best in Blake Harper. And I made her a little promise...that I would see her again soon enough.”
“Now, as I’ve said before, I don’t care about your retirement. As a matter of fact, I don’t really care about you. Out of those elite group of women, you were the one that I thought would push me the most. You did for a while before you let that arrogance of yours come through. I put you down and moved on to become the one thing that you dreamt of being. You have all these accolades that you’d probably hang over me, but you don’t have this.”
Vi produced the Queen of Queens Championship, draping it over her shoulder. She tilted her head, and then gave it a peek. She slowly stroked the plate, fascinated with its design for a good bit.
“You’re not the Queen of Queens. You haven’t beaten me before. You haven’t even faced me in my truest form. Because now...I’m upset. I’m upset at your disrespect. You walk to me with this pretense and expect me to simply bow? I’m going to have to take my time on the main event stage, demonstrating the might of a woman with a deathwish and nothing to truly lose. They say in the American rules of wrestling, that if a champion gets disqualified, they retain their championship.”
She shrugged, “I believe if I beat you to a bloody pulp and continue beating you, the referee will have to intervene. They don’t want an actual murder on their hands. I really have to hold back against people here in wrestling, in America. I told the story that I fought for my life, not for a championship. So, I really don’t have the capacity to hold the lethal damage of my strikes. My offense wasn’t made to look flashy or hurt people under some pretense of appearing threatening. No, I was constructed to beat a person to death.”
“If the referee disqualifies me for beating you down too bad, I might have the loss in the record books. Somewhere in your deranged mind, you’ll believe that you have a victory over me. But I will walk out with the championship. Furthermore, I will walk out with your career in my hands. Because I will...oh, what’s the term that you Americans like to use,” she snickered, “oh, yeah, Bobbi, I’ll make you my сука, my bitch.”
“I don’t say that with the normal connotation of just beating you. No, I mean to absolutely make you something lesser than you are. Five women’s championships might make you something bigger in your mind, but I’ll spend a quality time making that seem like a distant dream. Because it is. Accolades might reinforce that resume, but they don’t save you. They give a big ego, which to me is a bigger target. Something so large and fragile that I get to shatter.”
“My original plan was to come out there and prove myself on the main event stage. I’d start to get people wondering if I had what it took to beat Blake Harper. I wanted to make people savor my appearances since I’m not an official GZWA...wrestler,” Vi didn’t want to think about saying the official name women had in the company, “I want people to be mystified each time that I came out, because it would make for a better market. Something that Xion would be able to profit from. It also gave me time to rest up and study. It was a simple dream, huh?”
“Unfortunately, some сука decided that she wanted to infringe on my dream. She wanted to step up to me like she’s really people. So, you spun this little story about how you were going to retire after this match, oh so sad. Xion took pity on you and gave you this final chance. Sadly for him, he made a mistake. He didn’t make a match that’ll steal the show. He made a match that’d give people nightmares. He made a job for the cleaning crew; they’d have to mop out a good amount of blood. He made a job for the mortician. That’d have to get ready for a funeral.”
“Matter of fact, Bobbi, I made a few phone calls after your interview.”
Vi stood up and panned the camera for it to look dead on a tombstone fashioned for Bobbi Storm.
“You know, they say that when people die, they go in threes.”
“So, I had this little thing made up for you. After this match, I’ll have it delivered to your family so that can put it next to your lover’s grave. I’ll even attend to dig the hole for you. Hell, if they give me the chance, I’ll do while you’re still clinging to your final breaths. I’ll make sure to hit you in the face with some of the dirt too. I’ll return you back to where you belong.”
“I don’t believe in pleasantries. I don’t believe in comeback stories. I don’t believe in you. I believe in myself. I believe in every thought in my head that says that I’m going to put you down like the sick, stupid dog you are. You can have every thought in your head that I’m not going to beat you again. That’s fine by me. I’m not going to beat you, Bobbi.”
“No, that’s too nice.”
“Every time you throw a punch, I’m going to take that arm in mine and start to break it down. I’m going to take my elbow and drive it right through these two little bones in your forearm. Then, I’m going to work my way up to your bicep, maybe rip a few muscles apart. I’m going to do the same to the other arm when you try to punch me to get away from the literal dissection of a stupid bitch’s anatomy. I’m going to make you into a playtoy, something akin to rubber. The doctors will be able to stretch your arms out like rubber bands.”
“I’m going to bend your knees a different way to make sure you can’t crawl away. And when you’re sitting there, crying and begging for your dear sweet husband to come back from the hellhole he’s in to save you, I’m going to stomp on your throat. Yeah, I’m going to take my boot here and I’m going to show you the world that I lived in for just a few minutes. I’m going to cut that crying like they should have cut this match from even happening. I’m going to make Xion regret even thinking of trying to make this match a reality. It’s not going to be his fault either. When he’s watching me make you a mess out of you, he’ll understand because he put some ignorant, vapid cunt in my line of fire.”
“And while you wait for me to get done doing what I do to you, you’ll start to realize that every idiotic word that came out of your mouth is something that you thought of. You’ll think back on how you were brought up. Maybe your mother was too busy on the corner to raise you right or maybe your papa was out sleeping with other women and didn’t care about you. You’ll search for why exactly would your brain be able to think of something so dumb and why no one was there to stop you from saying it.”
“The final thing that I plan on doing to you is simple. I plan on removing this personality of yours. I want to reduce you to a sniveling pile of nothing. I’m going to amaze the world with how I make you, Bobbi, into a honest woman. You’ll never think of me the same way again. Maybe you’ll have nightmares of me. I’d much prefer if you look at me as the true goddess or whatever you believe in. I just know that I’m dedicating as much time as needed to breaking you both physically...and mentally.”
“You don’t have to worry about me surviving. You don’t have to worry about me being humble. You should have followed your own advice.”
“I intend on throwing you out of GZWA one last time, but the only thing is...”
“It’ll be in a body bag."
