07-10-2024, 11:29 PM
We see Eavan Maloney sitting in her office at the Krigarakademin watching Leroy Adams’ promo that was sent to her a few moments prior. When it ends she starts it over again, before pausing it and rewinding it a few times before turning the screen off. Her new assistant, a large tattooed woman named Sully, texts Eavan.
“Who’s that?”
“Name’s Leroy Adams. We met when I was fighting Kim Williams for the Underground Title I won that night. Some cat named James Evans interfered. Some say without his involvement, Kimberly would still be champ. Leroy here came in and got rid of Evans before I had a chance to get to him myself.”
“Was he the one you ran a check on?”
“Yeah. I had heard rumblings backstage about the shit he’s been dealing with. As much as his story hurts, two things pissed me the fuck right off.”
“???”
“The fact SCW hasn’t been paying him. The guy’s huge. He can talk. He can wrestle. He’s fucking impressive. He’s trying to do right by his family and himself, and he’s barely getting paid, if that all. I’ve made my inquiries and what Leroy doesn’t know is that he’ll have an envelope waiting for him. Do I think he’s going to be too proud to take it? Yeah I do. Fuck, I’D be too proud so I get it, but sometimes you have to swallow a little pride to put food on your table.”
“What’s the other?”
“If it wasn’t for the fact there’s a kid involved, I’d put lead between Raylene’s eyes. I’ve seen a lot of women like her, hated every single one of them. Milking the legal system to get everything they can and fuck the man who put them there by holding up the same system they’re manipulating themselves.”
“Do we not manipulate the system? Remember Canada?”
“That was a test for YOU. However, to answer your question, no. I don’t consider it manipulation. I consider it a partnership where we hold all the cards. They don’t interfere with us, and in turn, we relieve them of certain duties. We’re the good girls around here.”
“What’ll be in the envelope?”
“Cash. Enough to help him get by until SCW unties their money and starts paying the man. Maybe help him see his kid a little more often, hopefully without the bitch helicoptering over them. Dude’s paid his penance a few times over.”
“Are you not fighting him soon?”
“Yeah, that’s another problem I’m having.”
“Fear?”
“No. I know how I am and I know how SHE is.”
“Syko.”
Eavan nods as the screen goes to black.
We find our half-size hero in a dark room of the arena, sitting cross-legged on a loading crate, already in her ring gear playing with her barbed-wire crowbar she calls Barbie. Around her neck is the SCW Underground Championship, with her face painted like a crazy clown.
“LEEROY! It’s SO good to see you. This will be the third time we’ve been in a ring together, and yet only the first time we’ve had a chance to communicate towards one another. I don’t consider what I’m doing right now a conversation, I won’t get any responses until showtime. The battle royal, you showing up in my match against Williams, and now here. Now, while I can admit you have a considerable presence about you, I have a few bones to pick with you, big man.
FIRSTLY, don’t lie to me and don’t lie to the people. Your involvement in my match wasn’t for my benefit or Kim’s benefit, it was ALL yours. You wanted to get at Evans, and you chose MY match to do it in. That automatically puts you on my shit list. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, fucks with my matches and walks away unscathed. Kim, I’ve already offered a rematch to because she earned my respect and I’d like to think I’ve earned hers as well. Evans is going to learn soon enough the same lesson you’re going to. And I say that with no disrespect, Adams, but it’s the way I work. Come down to MY ring uninvited, and you leave broken.
Not like you already know how it feels to be broken down by a woman, right?”
The woman they call Sykobitty smiles as her tongue sticks out between her teeth, bouncing in excitement.
“Ohhh, I heard that trigger from here. See, I know what’s in your head. I know the power struggle in your mind. I hears it, I feels it. It gives me little shocks of electricity that tickles the gray matter. Bone number two. Try and be good which is the harder option, or return to being the criminal and addict which is the easy road. What to choose, what to choose indeed. Imagine having to give up the life you’ve always known, what you were raised in, to be better than your environment, only to find that you deserve none of that. It’s easy to believe that, isn’t it? To have the voices, the echoes of the past, keep you down at their level. It’s comfortable, it’s all you’ve known.
And yet, you still STAY in that environment. Keep the same friends, keep the same house, keep the same everything. Do you SEE the hypocrisy? How do you expect to change yourself when you can’t, or in your case - WON’T, change the things around you? I bet you have the mentality of ‘these are my people, I’ll raise them up with me’, right? Yeah, that ain’t going to work. Right now, they might be supportive to your face but they’re betting against you behind your back because the environment breeds itself. Your people won’t get out, and they don’t think you will either.”
Sykobitty frowns and puts a finger to her eye, miming a teardrop, before shrugging like she suddenly doesn’t care about the situation she was just talking about.
“All I’m getting at is that change takes effort. Well, it depends on what you’re changing, doesn’t it? I’ve been in therapy for years because I desperately want to shed my past. I wasn’t always the best person, and there are people out there who’ll tell you today I ain’t worth shit. And you know what? For a long time, TOO long in fact, those peoples’ opinions mattered the most. I had hundreds of people telling me how proud they were of how hard I was working on me, but all it would take is ONE negative voice saying I’m nothing, that I’ll BE nothing, to almost derail everything I had worked on. Hell, I lost count of how many times I laid in bed, stoned out of my mind, drunk off my ass, with a gun in my mouth wanting to end it all because of those louder voices. Those naysayers, they need me to keep taking the easy road so they can feel better about themselves. They can’t stand the fact that I keep taking the hard road, continually evolving, constantly changing. Hell, I don’t even look like the same girl whose match you got involved in.
Thing is, Leroy, you impress me. I’m even going to overlook your comment about my height and lack of size but I will say this about it. The LAST person who did that ended up on his back looking up at the lights. Oh, right, and he was one of the company’s world champions. So, I think maybe it’s safe to say that despite the small package I come in, I could fuck up anybody and everybody and you, Leroy, will be no different.
Again, it isn’t like you’ve never been beat by a woman before.”
Syko chuckles and puts her hands to her mouth. Her hands are wrapped in tape and as Syko puts her hands together, in marker it reads ‘Hi Raylene’.
“I can see you now, Leroy, you’re angry. You’re amped up. You want to hurt me as much as you want to hurt anyone else and I DO have to be careful what I say here because there are a lot of people who will take comments and turn them into assumptions, and those assumptions hang over you for the rest of your life but WE both know where I was going with that. I mean, push the right buttons, and people snap. They make the wrong decisions which they end up paying for. Actions have consequences after all. Thing is, Leroy, I WANT you angry. I WANT you to do what you feel is the right decision. If you want to hurt me, then hurt me, but what if? What if those moments in the wrestling ring with me are the moments YOUR… God is watching you? What if those moments with you in rage and anger and wanting to assault me are the moments where YOUR… God has his hands on your scale?
I know the answers to those questions but you’re too blind to see, but I’ll lay it all out there anyways. You’ve wasted a WHOOOOOOLE lot of Sundays. God doesn’t exist, and until you learn that, you will NEVER change. Until you stop looking up and asking a construct that MAN created to keep the people in constant fear for strength and advice, you will NEVER change. If you don’t have that strength within you, you’re shit outta luck. I do hope, for you, that you find the answers you’re looking for eventually. I think everyone is entitled to try. I just think… nah, I KNOW… you won’t make it. Bone number three.”
Syko gets up off the loading crate, where it’s revealed she had been sitting in front of her locker door, with her name across the front of the door.
“FINAL BONE! With all your talk of respect, you never ONCE got my fucking name right. It’s Eavan, pronounced like HEAVEN, and I’m disgusted that your God-fearing ass couldn’t even get THAT right. JUST on that principle, I’m going to allow Barbie here to feast at Breakdown. She is going to rip your skin to shreds and feast on YOUR body and YOUR blood. YOU are going to be Barbie’s Jesus. Breakdown, you enter OUR church, but there will be no salvation for you. No mercy. However, you will beg for it.
Welcome to the REAL hard road. Are you ready?”
“Who’s that?”
“Name’s Leroy Adams. We met when I was fighting Kim Williams for the Underground Title I won that night. Some cat named James Evans interfered. Some say without his involvement, Kimberly would still be champ. Leroy here came in and got rid of Evans before I had a chance to get to him myself.”
“Was he the one you ran a check on?”
“Yeah. I had heard rumblings backstage about the shit he’s been dealing with. As much as his story hurts, two things pissed me the fuck right off.”
“???”
“The fact SCW hasn’t been paying him. The guy’s huge. He can talk. He can wrestle. He’s fucking impressive. He’s trying to do right by his family and himself, and he’s barely getting paid, if that all. I’ve made my inquiries and what Leroy doesn’t know is that he’ll have an envelope waiting for him. Do I think he’s going to be too proud to take it? Yeah I do. Fuck, I’D be too proud so I get it, but sometimes you have to swallow a little pride to put food on your table.”
“What’s the other?”
“If it wasn’t for the fact there’s a kid involved, I’d put lead between Raylene’s eyes. I’ve seen a lot of women like her, hated every single one of them. Milking the legal system to get everything they can and fuck the man who put them there by holding up the same system they’re manipulating themselves.”
“Do we not manipulate the system? Remember Canada?”
“That was a test for YOU. However, to answer your question, no. I don’t consider it manipulation. I consider it a partnership where we hold all the cards. They don’t interfere with us, and in turn, we relieve them of certain duties. We’re the good girls around here.”
“What’ll be in the envelope?”
“Cash. Enough to help him get by until SCW unties their money and starts paying the man. Maybe help him see his kid a little more often, hopefully without the bitch helicoptering over them. Dude’s paid his penance a few times over.”
“Are you not fighting him soon?”
“Yeah, that’s another problem I’m having.”
“Fear?”
“No. I know how I am and I know how SHE is.”
“Syko.”
Eavan nods as the screen goes to black.
*CLICK*
We find our half-size hero in a dark room of the arena, sitting cross-legged on a loading crate, already in her ring gear playing with her barbed-wire crowbar she calls Barbie. Around her neck is the SCW Underground Championship, with her face painted like a crazy clown.
“LEEROY! It’s SO good to see you. This will be the third time we’ve been in a ring together, and yet only the first time we’ve had a chance to communicate towards one another. I don’t consider what I’m doing right now a conversation, I won’t get any responses until showtime. The battle royal, you showing up in my match against Williams, and now here. Now, while I can admit you have a considerable presence about you, I have a few bones to pick with you, big man.
FIRSTLY, don’t lie to me and don’t lie to the people. Your involvement in my match wasn’t for my benefit or Kim’s benefit, it was ALL yours. You wanted to get at Evans, and you chose MY match to do it in. That automatically puts you on my shit list. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, fucks with my matches and walks away unscathed. Kim, I’ve already offered a rematch to because she earned my respect and I’d like to think I’ve earned hers as well. Evans is going to learn soon enough the same lesson you’re going to. And I say that with no disrespect, Adams, but it’s the way I work. Come down to MY ring uninvited, and you leave broken.
Not like you already know how it feels to be broken down by a woman, right?”
The woman they call Sykobitty smiles as her tongue sticks out between her teeth, bouncing in excitement.
“Ohhh, I heard that trigger from here. See, I know what’s in your head. I know the power struggle in your mind. I hears it, I feels it. It gives me little shocks of electricity that tickles the gray matter. Bone number two. Try and be good which is the harder option, or return to being the criminal and addict which is the easy road. What to choose, what to choose indeed. Imagine having to give up the life you’ve always known, what you were raised in, to be better than your environment, only to find that you deserve none of that. It’s easy to believe that, isn’t it? To have the voices, the echoes of the past, keep you down at their level. It’s comfortable, it’s all you’ve known.
And yet, you still STAY in that environment. Keep the same friends, keep the same house, keep the same everything. Do you SEE the hypocrisy? How do you expect to change yourself when you can’t, or in your case - WON’T, change the things around you? I bet you have the mentality of ‘these are my people, I’ll raise them up with me’, right? Yeah, that ain’t going to work. Right now, they might be supportive to your face but they’re betting against you behind your back because the environment breeds itself. Your people won’t get out, and they don’t think you will either.”
Sykobitty frowns and puts a finger to her eye, miming a teardrop, before shrugging like she suddenly doesn’t care about the situation she was just talking about.
“All I’m getting at is that change takes effort. Well, it depends on what you’re changing, doesn’t it? I’ve been in therapy for years because I desperately want to shed my past. I wasn’t always the best person, and there are people out there who’ll tell you today I ain’t worth shit. And you know what? For a long time, TOO long in fact, those peoples’ opinions mattered the most. I had hundreds of people telling me how proud they were of how hard I was working on me, but all it would take is ONE negative voice saying I’m nothing, that I’ll BE nothing, to almost derail everything I had worked on. Hell, I lost count of how many times I laid in bed, stoned out of my mind, drunk off my ass, with a gun in my mouth wanting to end it all because of those louder voices. Those naysayers, they need me to keep taking the easy road so they can feel better about themselves. They can’t stand the fact that I keep taking the hard road, continually evolving, constantly changing. Hell, I don’t even look like the same girl whose match you got involved in.
Thing is, Leroy, you impress me. I’m even going to overlook your comment about my height and lack of size but I will say this about it. The LAST person who did that ended up on his back looking up at the lights. Oh, right, and he was one of the company’s world champions. So, I think maybe it’s safe to say that despite the small package I come in, I could fuck up anybody and everybody and you, Leroy, will be no different.
Again, it isn’t like you’ve never been beat by a woman before.”
Syko chuckles and puts her hands to her mouth. Her hands are wrapped in tape and as Syko puts her hands together, in marker it reads ‘Hi Raylene’.
“I can see you now, Leroy, you’re angry. You’re amped up. You want to hurt me as much as you want to hurt anyone else and I DO have to be careful what I say here because there are a lot of people who will take comments and turn them into assumptions, and those assumptions hang over you for the rest of your life but WE both know where I was going with that. I mean, push the right buttons, and people snap. They make the wrong decisions which they end up paying for. Actions have consequences after all. Thing is, Leroy, I WANT you angry. I WANT you to do what you feel is the right decision. If you want to hurt me, then hurt me, but what if? What if those moments in the wrestling ring with me are the moments YOUR… God is watching you? What if those moments with you in rage and anger and wanting to assault me are the moments where YOUR… God has his hands on your scale?
I know the answers to those questions but you’re too blind to see, but I’ll lay it all out there anyways. You’ve wasted a WHOOOOOOLE lot of Sundays. God doesn’t exist, and until you learn that, you will NEVER change. Until you stop looking up and asking a construct that MAN created to keep the people in constant fear for strength and advice, you will NEVER change. If you don’t have that strength within you, you’re shit outta luck. I do hope, for you, that you find the answers you’re looking for eventually. I think everyone is entitled to try. I just think… nah, I KNOW… you won’t make it. Bone number three.”
Syko gets up off the loading crate, where it’s revealed she had been sitting in front of her locker door, with her name across the front of the door.
“FINAL BONE! With all your talk of respect, you never ONCE got my fucking name right. It’s Eavan, pronounced like HEAVEN, and I’m disgusted that your God-fearing ass couldn’t even get THAT right. JUST on that principle, I’m going to allow Barbie here to feast at Breakdown. She is going to rip your skin to shreds and feast on YOUR body and YOUR blood. YOU are going to be Barbie’s Jesus. Breakdown, you enter OUR church, but there will be no salvation for you. No mercy. However, you will beg for it.
Welcome to the REAL hard road. Are you ready?”
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