When The Mighty Fall

[Vi.]

Vi Malkov, the former Queen of Queens Champion, who finally lost. The arena was quiet the moment that the last hand struck the mat. No one foresaw it happening. People believed that Fujiko Mine could win, but no one could prepare themselves for the day that Vi Malkov, the White Hawk, would lose. Without a Twitter, no one could see her reaction. Backstage cameras could not find the ex-champion after the match, leaving only speculation to cover the story. Yet, a shift occurred in the backstage area of the GZWA. A new champion was crowned, one as fearsome as the former. However, the Women’s Champion was still in Vi’s tight grip.

People were starting to get curious on if they could be the next one to do it, stop Vi Malkov. Fifteen women put themselves up for a chance to test those curious thoughts. Fourteen of them failed, leaving only the Silver Screen Queen to be the one to try first. The Women Championship hasn’t been defended since Vi won it. In her defense, she was busy getting ready for her match against Fujiko Mine. Now that the pleasantries were out the way, the path to the Women’s Championship was open, but the road still reeked of corpses.

At the end of the road, something worse lingered. A malevolent aura that could strike any weaker mortal dead snaked its way around the confines of the GZWA. A new champion, a bright and beautiful woman in Fujiko stood on one side of the division’s peak. On the other end, her darker reflection remained, solemn and vicious. They were the Yin and Yang of the Women’s Division. Possible contenders would now have to make a harder choice than before. Vi used to be the only option and there was some small comfort in that. People could cry about part-timers holding the championships, but those who tried to stop Vi failed miserably, fading into obscurity after a horrific beating.

In Crystal Hilton’s case, she knew what she wanted. She saw a chance to immortalize herself, but Vi was deadest on making sure she’s less than mortal.

She was wanted to make sure that she would never challenge her again.

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Do you know what happens when the mighty fall, Crystal?

The valiant and mighty gets off the ground and readies themselves for the next war. There are always other mountains to climb. I could re-enter the Reinas de Reinas again and earn another shot at Fujiko Mine, the woman who found the answer to the Vi Malkov problem. Unlike other people that would fall and never get up, I cannot say that I fell. All I can do is look at the championship that carries more weight now, and that’s the GZWA Women’s Championship.

The presentation for this match sounds like they’re pitting the old guard against the new regime, but that’s not entirely accurate, Crystal. What you see in me right shouldn’t be a warrior that failed and doesn’t want fight. Vi Malkov isn’t hurt, disturbed, or even unhappy at her championship loss against Fujiko Mine. All this time, I was looking for someone to put an end to this undefeated streak of mine. Someone did, and my god, was she beautiful and fearsome. She destroyed that reign, but what she did is something you should fear, Crystal.

She broke my chains and set me free.

Let me list some statistics for you to set the mood just right.

I debuted in wrestling in July of 2016. Two long years, I laid waste to everything that crossed my path. I walked a road of broken bodies with nothing to gain. Then I came here, I signed my name up for the Reina de Reinas tournament, the second one, and I won it. I finally had gold to accompany my path of destruction. Curious by my nature and eager to test my will, Sensational Mary decided to pit me against anyone that felt a certain kind of way about the tournament.

What did I do in response?

I killed them all.

Every challenger. Every single last one. From a woman trying her best to win in her last match to even an entourage of vainglorious idiots, I won every match lined up for me until I was given the chance to cash in my shot. I walked into Susie Price’s throne room and in front of the entire kingdom she made up for herself, I cut her head off and showed the whole world who was now the ruler of this division. No one has heard from her since. I killed the Queen and left her kingdom in ashes, and I smiled the whole time. I showed the GZWA what kind of champion I was going to be and just how gluttonous I am when it comes to these fifteen-pound pieces of gold.

That was under the restriction of preserving my reign or even under the pretense of wanting someone to beat me. So, lo and behold someone did it, and now I’m happy again. I’m excited to get to defend this Women’s Championship right here. It’s a championship that I won back in March and I’ve been waiting for someone, ANYONE, to come and try to stop me from holding this just as long as I held the Queen of Queens Championship.

Who knows?

Maybe Fujiko Mine will get her shot at me and try to make a miracle happen twice?

But a miracle for her is being able to beat me. Crystal Hilton, the Silver Screen Queen, a miracle for you is being able to walk out of the arena with your career intact.

I hear the whispers of fools like the Bradley Clan, thinking their little army is enough to even scare me, let alone beat me.

Laura Jackson wants to call people out, but she made the correct choice in not coming to me directly.

Then we have you, Hilton.

A cheater, from what I’ve gathered. Heh, I don’t believe in the essence of a fair fight myself. I’ve lived and breathed fights where people are left clinging to life. So, I understand where you’re coming from, but for me, it was every day life. For you, it’s a desperate attempt to succeed in a world you’re not ready for. And I’m going to tell you now that you won’t survive me with tactics like that. If I know the tricks of the trade, if I know your cheating ways better than you do, what do you have left against me?

Will you put up your hands and fight me head on? Will you let me break each of your fingers as you try to fight me off?

Will you call in your little friend and send her to the slaughterhouse like the piece of meat she is?

Let me guess, you’re going to look me in the eye and lie to me about how you don’t respect me?

Oh yeah, that’s the bread and butter of this company’s roster. Everyone has such a high and mighty view of themselves until they get beat. Susie was that way. Blake Harper was that before she got hurt. Beth Phoenix, Didgitz, most of the people that wandered in my way during the Reina de Reinas battle royal.

You’ve been wrestling for 13 years, I heard. That’s impressive. You’ve survived that long in a business where there are nightmares like me waiting to eat your throat out.

You would consider yourself lucky to have made it this far, but you fail to realize that you’ve come so far to make it to me. And here, there’s no respect for you just like you have no respect for me. I don’t like the egotistical. I cut through words and stomp out egos. I don’t care if this is your shot at redemption. I don’t care if this is the test to see if the New Blood can outlast the old guard that can’t fucking die.

I’m going to rip you apart piece by piece as a celebration of my newfound freedom and I’ll leave your head in the locker room as a message to the other ego-driven wenches that think that they have what it takes to stop me. Welcome to the new age embargo, where you have only two choices you can make when it comes to success here in the GZWA. Either you can try to take on Fujiko Mine, the woman who beat me, or you can fight me, the always hungry, always ready, Women’s Champion.

You don’t have to like me. I don’t care about none of that. If you like or hate me, I’ll still beat you down.

You don’t have to respect me. People here usually don’t respect me, but they never get the chance to rectify that mistake.

I will tell you one thing you’re going to do if you like it or not.

You gonna fear me, if you don’t fear no one else.