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Post by Osh Vaughan on May 26, 2021 22:46:43 GMT
Womens Invitational Elimination Match
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Post by Taylor Blazer on May 27, 2021 18:23:47 GMT
The scene cuts open to Taylor Blazer sitting on a medical bed in the trainer’s room of IIIW First Class her bodyguard and longtime friend Jason Burns stands their next to her holding a bag of ice on her head as a doctor comes in.
Doctor-Well Miss Taylor you sure took a beating tonight lucky for you are only leaving her with a few bruises and a concussion to the head. Take these pills for the next few days and you will be good as new.
The Doctor heads the bottle to Taylor and walks out as Taylor tuns to Jason and takes the ice off her head.
Taylor- What the hell happen out there tonight? Where were you, Jason? Look at me! I have a concussion and I lost my opportunity at the Women’s Championship. I am pissed right now and demand answers.
Jason- Look Taylor I am sorry but backstage security would not allow me to come out and help they said I cannot touch the female staff, so my hands are tied. I can only protect you outside of IIW.
Just then the door opens and its Jessica Miami walking into the room snapping her fingers as she walks up to Jason.
Miami- Well boo sounds like your services are no longer needed. (Jason tries to interrupt but Miami cuts him off). Look do not be mad at me you said it yourself you cannot protect The H.B.I.C. of pro wrestling so looks like we got to replace you with someone that can.
Miami chews on gum as she stands their rolling her eyes at Jason.
Jason-Taylor who is this?
Taylor- Look Jason I made a call to an old friend this is The Hot Girl Jessica Miami The Hottest and Baddest in the game today.
Taylor snaps her fingers and then her and Miami give each other a hug before turning towards Jason.
Taylor- So this is how things are going to go now Jason you are going to take care of things at home and be our driver. Miami is going to watch my back around here for now and we are going to capture the Women’s Championship.
Jason- I understand Taylor Ill go get the bags ready and the car.
Jason walks out the door with a disappointed look on his face as Miami smiles with a sinister smirk before she turns around back to Taylor.
Miami- So now let us get back to business we have got some bitches in The Coven to see about soon we cannot allow them to walk around here like their safe and that we are not no threat around here. You are the Head Bitch in Charge without a Championship and without control in this division.
Taylor- You do not have to remind me I understand I have not lived up to the expectations that have been laid out in front of me. It makes me sick knowing Victoria is Women’s Champion and that Fiona is the next one to get a shot in two weeks.
Miami- Well have no fear because I have good news for me and you Osh is hosting a Women’s invitational elimination match where the winner will challenge The Women’s Champion at The Explosion PPV and that someone is going to be one of us.
Taylor- You are entering the match as well. Thought you was here to watch my back?
Miami chuckles then slings her hair back and forth.
Miami- See that is why you need me boo I see the bigger picture and do not forget I have goals as well of being a big star in this world and being Women’s Champion would help me with that. Now do not get me wrong I want to see you have success too but if you cannot get the job done then you might as well let the Hottest Bitch in wrestling get it done. Remember boo its strength in numbers and you should know that very welly after tonight. It does not matter which one of us takes the Women’s Championship just as long its on one of our waists we should be at peace.
Taylor- You know you make a good point Miami and I agree if we have the Women’s Championship will have control and power around here and the respect we deserve. Now we just must work on our plans for the Coven I will not let that group of freaks think it be that easy to dispose of me.
Miami- No need to worry I have already had some ideas for them you just stay focus on the task at hand we must walk out in two weeks at First Class as the next number one contender for the title and it does not matter if its Victoria the beach whale or the tiny mouse Fiona one of us is going to beat them and take back this division and let them know who is in charge.
Taylor stands up as she gets out the medical bed.
Taylor- And that is me because I am The Head Bitch in Charge and its time, I remind them all that on First Class in two weeks I start my campaign to reclaim what is rightfully mines. So, get ready ladies of IIW you have got a serious problem on your hands.
Miami and Taylor snap their fingers together as the scene fades out dark.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2021 18:38:50 GMT
The scene opens to the BBC news headquarters inside the green room of the BBC Talk show stage a young woman with long blonde hair sits in a comfy black leather couch as she wears an elegant white champagne dress. A small coffee table sits in the middle because another black leather chair sits in the on the opposite side of the table. A middle-aged man dressed in an all-black suit with a blue tie sits down across from her.
Ben Mudy- Good Afternoon Miss Charlotte I am Ben Mudy one of the hosts of BBC News Ill be doing your live interview today.
Charlotte- It is about time I have been waiting here for over five minutes nobody even came by to give me any tea. Don’t your people know who I am?
Ben Mudy- I do apologize Charlotte but some may not know exactly who you are but after this interview everyone in the world will know who you are. Now in a few moments the camera will light up red and will be live on the air.
A staff member of BBC comes over to do a mic check on both. A few minutes later the camera motions that their ready and the camera lights up red.
Ben Mudy- Welcome everyone to another BBC News episode and today I have granddaughter of the Queen here with me today as she would like to break some news with us today. Now Charlotte goes ahead and introduce yourself to the public.
Charlotte- Well as many of the people of the UK may know I am the granddaughter of the Queen that you all worship which means you should all be worshiping me as well. My family is the first family of this nation and we demand the attention and respect we have earned. Now I am on path a little different from the royal family.
Ben Mudy- What path is that?
Charlotte- You see I have been training at the famous Grand Pro Wrestling school under legendary UK Pro Wrestler Wade Barrett. I have been working hard and its finally all paid off.
Ben Mudy- How so?
Charlotte- Well you see I have been offered a contract by Bob Mitchell from IIW, and I will soon make my debut at the next First-Class Event.
Ben Mudy- That has got to be excited for you and you must be grateful to be given such an opportunity?
Charlotte- Grateful?... Let me make something clear IIW is my birth right in all honesty I do not even need a contract to compete.
Ben Mudy- Your birth, right? I do not know of anyone in the royal family involved in the wrestling business. Tell us who you are related to in IIW?
Charlotte- How about daughter you see my mother didn’t want to shame the royal family so she kept her pregnancy a secret from the media and anyone outside the kingdom walls, but my father is Osh Vaughan the Owner of IIW and he has lost his kingdom but now I The Queen entitled to the throne will take back our Kingdom when I compete in the First Class Women’s Tournament match to face the fake Women’s Champion.
Ben Mudy- Oh wow this is so much breaking news. The Vaughan family and the royal family were in bed together that’s big news but now you are going into the family business that’s even bigger news but tell me have you spoken with Osh?
Charlotte- I have not spoken to him yet but I want to wait anyways I want to win the Women’s Championship in his honor and then meet him as he looks proudly on his daughter who came in and conquered the division.
Ben Mudy- Very bold claims by you and a little overconfident for someone that is never wrestled a pro match before. How can you feel so much better than these other ladies like Taylor, Fionna, Jessica, The Convent and The Champion Victoria?
Charlotte- Why I have no in ring pro experience like I expressed early I have been training with the absolute best and not only am I royalty, but I have wrestling in my blood. I am The First Woman of Pro Wrestling. I was born to be a leader not a conqueror and in two weeks I will make my arrival and shine brightly under my domain of IIW and reclaim IIW for the Vaughan’s because this is ours all the gold and money in this business belongs to us. So fake queen Victoria Just know you are a fraud and that the real Queen of IIW has arrived and to the rest of the peasants that think they have a chance of becoming Women’s Champion stand down now and save yourself the embarrassment because you all are inferior you were not born for this. I was and I will show you all soon enough.
Ben Mudy- Well that was incredible, and you sure do seem ready to make an impact on IIW. Well, that is all for today I am Ben Mudy and Ill see you next week.
The show goes off the air as the scene goes dark and fades out.
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Post by Casie on Jun 2, 2021 21:11:45 GMT
Last week, First Class didn’t exactly go as planned for Casie Debonair and The Coven. Despite her winning her match against Alaqueesha Payne, Casie had a task to complete with the other two girls, more sacrifices to be given over to the most high which had included Kaitlyn Finley, Bianca Langford and Taylor Blazer... Unfortunately another person got caught up in the sacrifice, that being Caera Bellamira and by proxy, Alvera.
A mistake was made, one which The Coven will have to live with, but that’ll come at another time... For now we find ourselves far from the IIW arena in Manchester, very far in fact as we’re at least two hundred miles down south in Salisbury. As we slowly pass over the lush green fields, we find our three standing underneath a tree, shading from the afternoon sun. Casie is sat against the trunk and has a book in her hands, Steph is looking out at the road not far from where they stand, watching their car and Mercedes is skipping around the tree, giggling to herself and singing.
Casie sighs and closes the book, placing it on the grass with the cover up and we see the title embroidered across the front, “Grimoire”, she closes her eyes and runs her hands over them. Mercedes stops what she’s doing and both she and Steph turn to face Casie. Steph - ”What’s wrong, Cas?”
MJ - ”Yeah, chica, you don’t seem your usual, spritely self! What’s going on?”
Casie - ”We were supposed to be looking out for Caera guys... (sighs) and not only do we almost sacrifice her! But we end up having to take Alvera out of the equation and making sure she didn’t see what was going on!”
MJ - ”Yeah that was totally my bad, auntie C! I got caught up in the moment, I knew we were only supposed to remove that Bellamira bella from the scene, but things got ahead of me! (sidles closer to Casie) I could feel Alvera’s eyes on me too... Creepy weird!”
Steph - ”She did feel like a threat, Casie... I’m not sure we could have just allowed her to watch on, while the other sacrifices took place.”
Casie raises her eyebrows and clicks her tongue against her teeth, standing and picking the Grimoire up as she does, she places her arms around Steph and Mercedes and begins to turn them, leading them away from their car, the tree and the road. Casie - ”Well, what’s done is done! There’s nothing we can do about it now, is there? We’ve placed Alvera back at her home... All we can do is apologise and hope Caera doesn’t take umbrage with our misdeeds! But THIS is what we’re here for, take a look girls...”
A huge smirk crosses Casie’s face as both girls look around at where she’s pointing and stare in awe at the behemoth before them, the huge stone structure that is, Stonehenge. The girls look around in excitement as they begin walking towards the monument, Steph pauses for a second, her smile fading a little. Steph - ”So please tell me, what is the significance of our being here?”
Casie - ”You’ve been doing so well with your teachings, Steph and as someone who is new to the craft, I’m glad you’re asking questions rather than just going along...”
MJ - ”Stonehenge has been used as a place of worship for eons! Our elders, the ancients, the most high! It is a place where our kind travel to a lot, especially in the next three weeks!”
Steph - ”Litha, of course... I understand!”
Casie - ”But today, we’re here (waves her arms all around while spinning) to commune with the guides and ask for assistance, moving forward in IIW!”
The three of them reach the outer stones of the structure and Casie lays the Grimoire down on one them. They all stand around it as she flicks through the pages, before finding one they all seem to agree on. With heads bowed slightly they hold hands and begin to chant... Coven - ”Nos vero trium nostrae hie loqui. Ubi Deorum aetherias errare facit Fecimus igitur veni eligere. Sors accendente, caelum et abundare novi et aperiam dimittere te sana!”
Casie steps back as Steph and Mercedes join hands and continue chanting. She walks off slowly, not too far from the others but enough to be heard over their casting. Casie - ”Well now, it appears that The Coven seems to have triggered a few people, left right and center, doesn’t it? (puppy-dog eyes) I assure you that wasn’t our intention at all... We are only following the direction set out to us and sometimes that will require, sacrifice! Nothing that has happened has been a personal attack on anybody involved, that isn’t the way we work, it’s just simply what is and what has to be.
Last week on First Class, for the second time in a row, Alaqueesha Payne was fortunate enough to be a sacrifice! On the very same night, Kaitlyn Finley and Bianca Langford were also given the honour of sacrificing themselves to The Coven and as you’ll be aware since Mayhem; The Kindred! But what wasn’t so fortunate was the way that Caera Bellamira got caught in the middle of things and these two (waves her hand behind her) were slightly overzealous in making sure directions were followed. So much so, that I felt I had to take Alvera out of the immediate environment and I believe it was misconstrued by Caera and so for that I... We, apologise. I also apologise for the reception you got from Steph and Mercedes, hopefully we can make amends, in the near future.
But it seems that they’re not the only ones who we’ve caught the attention of, it appears the number one contender for the Women’s Title, Fiona Harris, is aware of The Coven and even the Champ herself, Victoria McKenzie... Wow, was she ever pissed! (feigns an apologetic look). But what happened, happened... It cannot be undone and so we move on, to the next edition of First Class! Where Fiona and Victoria meet up for the Women’s Title and I continue on the path set for me, when I enter the Invitational to find the new number one contender for that very belt!”
Casie walks back towards the girls, turning the page in the Grimoire, before they all join hands once more and begin chanting again. Coven - ”Cum aestu magno et luna plenum, cum tempestas arbores urit. Sis refert enim tria volumus intelligi!”
Once again Casie removes herself from the others and walks just in front of the outer stone on which the Grimoire is sat. She looks around as the clear sky thrums with vibrancy and the birds in nearby trees sing. Casie - ”So where do I begin? I understand that Mercedes, Steph and I, put Taylor Blazer in the hospital when she became a sacrifice... I understand that I, single handedly sent Kaitlyn Finley to the same E.R, when she too sacrificed herself for the greater good, for the most high and all that is! But I don’t believe for a second that anybody, any of these lucky individuals actually understand their part in all this and comprehend that none of this has been personal, but I guess we’ll find out when we step into the ring together on First Class won’t we?
First up I’m seeing that little miss Taylor is very upset about what happened to her (pouts lips) Well boo-hoo! We can only explain it wasn’t personal so many times, but we aren’t going to apologise for what happened, because it happened just as it was meant to! Taylor Blazer, likes to be known as “The head Bitch in charge” and that’s okay, she can be known by whatever nickname or monicker she so chooses... But the proof is in the pudding, the eating and the digesting, so Blazer i very seriously suggest you take a moment to take in and digest what I’m going to tell you very carefully.
You may well have been the head bitch where you came from before stepping foot in the IIW, hell you may well have been the head bitch wherever you’ve been, school, the convent, prison? I don’t know and to be honest I don’t care because if the truth is to be told, Taylor, here you’re just another person in the way on the path which The Kindred have been placed on and trust me, you’ll be surprised at what “freaks like us” are truly capable of, if you push us... Then of course there’s your “bestie”, your friend from way back, “the hot girl” Jes...”
MJ - ”Wait, wait, hold up! You know what her lovers say, when they’re going at it?!”
Casie - ”Huh??”
MJ - ”I’m in Mia...”
Steph - ”Mercedes NO! Don’t finish that lyric!”
Mercedes puts her fingernails to her mouth giggling away and swings her hips back and forth as if she’s a child who’s just been chastised, as Casie sighs and shakes her head. She looks up as the sun begins to radiate through a particular part of Stonehenge and the girls join hands again, heads once more bowed. Coven - ”Non est autem futuri tuam suum: Non videtur tibi esse liberum. Ego enim iam non est anima tua non dimittam te credo, oculos tuos et vide...”
Casie’s eyes are closed tight as they continue to chant, as the light begins to pierce through the stones and react with the one directly underneath the Grimoire. All three begin to giggle softly which then turns into a laughter as their heads tilt back and they seem to be giddy with excitement. They stop, as quick as they started though and Casie opens her eyes. Casie - ”Jessica Miami... The Hot Girl, the baddest in the game. Well we’ll see just how bad you are, Miami... Because you see I don’t know much about you, even less than our friend Taylor over there but if we’re going on things based on where we’re from, I’m a Hell’s Kitchen kind of girl and if you know anything about us girls from Hell’s Kitchen you should know that we don’t break easily! I don’t care who it is you think you are, girl, the issue here is you don’t even know who you are! I’ve been there and done everything you want to do in life so it’s amusing watching you stumble, but I tell you what... When we see eachother in the ring (smirks) I can help you find your true self, girl, don’t you worry your pretty little head...
And then there was one... Charlotte Vaughan. Daughter of the former head of IIW, Osh Vaughan... The girl nobody knew existed, the girl who has come out of nowhere with a story that the tabloids can and have had a field day with! And whilst Osh and Jay aren’t around to clarify what’s going on, although Jenny and Curtis are, so there’s that... This situation is absolutely nothing to do with The Coven and it’s not something we’ll be involving ourselves in unless someone brings it to our door! However, Charlotte has also found herself in this Women’s title number one contender invitational and you know what tends to happen then!
You see it doesn’t matter who steps into the ring on First Class, next week to face me. It doesn’t matter who decides they want to be a part of the IIW Women‘s title number one contender invitational... It has already been set in motion and what will be, will be. Sacrifices were made and they’ll continue to be made... Taylor, Miami, Charlotte and whoever else is feeling brave, you can be part of the future or dwell in the past. And Fiona, Victoria, whichever one of you comes out of Mayhem with the title, I’ll be waiting for you!”
Casie slams shut the Grimoire and turns away between Steph and Mercedes, pushing through and headed back towards the tree where they began their journey. Steph and Mercedes follow, slowly skipping behind as the sun sets further in the distance.
Culpa est nihil.
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Post by Taylor Blazer on Jun 5, 2021 18:25:17 GMT
We open to the backstage are of First Class as Jessica Miami sits in a chair with a microphone in her hand as a monitor hangs be hide her saying A Talk with Miami. She wears a hot girl t- shirt with a black skirt on with pink shades on her face. She slowly lifts the microphone to her soft lips.
Miami-Welcome to A Talk with Miami I’m your host Jessica Miami and today I will have my best friend and client The H.B.I.C. Taylor Blazer is taking time away from her training to give you people the privilege to see her before she performs On Wednesday Night. Now before I bring my bestie out here let me clear the air on some things I Miami have decided I don’t need to be a wrestler to be a star in this world instead me and Taylor have decided that I am being her manager who will advise on the path to be the best wrestler in this business. Now without further ado The Head Bitch in Charge of First Class and future IIW Women’s Champion Taylor Blazer.
Taylor Blazer walks out wearing a black Nike sports bra with black Nike leggings and Nike air maxes on she walks over to her seat and crosses her legs as a staff member hands her a microphone.
Miami- Welcome bestie to the show now tell us how are you feeling heading into This Women’s Open challenge number one’s contender match?
Taylor- Training has been well going with a new game plan that my wrestling team has advised me to keep secret, but yes, I’m feeling good, and I just know none of those women will be on my level.
Miami- Of course girl none of theme can hang in that ring with you especially those delusional clowns that think their witches and can-do spells or whatever witches do.
Taylor laughs and whips her hair back and worth before looking back at the camera.
Taylor- Yes, the Conven as they call themselves a group of witches our bitches as I like to call them take orders from a man. Why I am The Head Bitch in Charge of First Class! You three can hide your intentions in your Latin language and don’t care who or what you represent and the only thing you have ignited is my fury and now you have my attention and why you sit there Casie and apologize to Caera a pathetic little girl who couldn’t even protect her stupid doll, a girl that doesn’t even warrant the attention and praise she received when she was here. You see little Caera couldn’t handle the wrestling business like she thought now she’s just a think of the past a one hit wonder. Why I am the top athlete in this company I put assess in those seats and eyes on the screen, nobody brings in more money for First Class then me. You stupid bitches are about to learn the hard way why there is no man, woman, or supernatural presence that can stop me from achieving my goal of being The IIW Women’s Champion.
Taylor Snaps her fingers as Miami claps with excitement.
Miami- Yes H.B.I.C that’s what I’m talking about let them clowns know why you are different from the other sorry sack of bitches around here that the Coven has beat down.
Taylor- Oh You mean Like Payne who’s been a lower card rider all her career who couldn’t even lace up my boots or even last two minutes in the ring with me or how about Bianca she was so heavily praised by FC management but yet she got taken out so easily and just like Caera hasn’t showed her face around here since then as well, Why your superior rose from the ashes like a phoenix after your little sneak attack that didn’t get the job done ladies I’m still standing and very much alive. I guess your owner or master whoever the man is you take orders from is very much not pleased with you three and now Cassie you’ll disappoint the Conven again when you fail to come out on top in this match. You and your cult are nothing more than a steppingstone for me because my true goal is in sight and all I have to do is take you out like it’s the Salem witch trials all over again.
Miami and Taylor laugh as they give each other a high five.
Miami- That was a good one Taylor now what do you think about the up coming Championship match between that tiny, adorable Fiona Harris and that nasty annoying big brute of a women Victoria?
Taylor- Fiona is adorable and cute and why we did team with each other for one time in FCPW I must say Fiona might be the only one around her with the athleticism to match me in the ring. She has my respect and Ill be rooting for her to come out on top in her match up but make no mistake because I praise Fiona on becoming IIW Women’s Champion it will be a short reign because she’ll have to turn right back around face me and I will take that IIW Women’s Championship by any means necessary and as for Victoria you’ve been the biggest embarrassment to FCPW and FC since you won the Women’s Championship. Tv viewership has been down, and we are barley keeping First Class open. If we don’t hurry up and get that belt off of you, we might end up like FCPW out of work again all because the Champ put more people to sleep then she could in the seat but if you do manage to make it pass Fiona that will be as far as you will go to Victoria I will end you and this joke of a reign you was handed.
Taylor snaps her fingers as Miami laughs.
Miami- Couldn’t say it better myself bestie and you bitches better get ready to bow to your Head Bitch in Charge come Wednesday night Taylor Blazer will be the new number one contender and then time will be ticking for Fiona or Vic and there’s nothing you can do about it and you know why?...
Taylor- Because you’re not The Head Bitch in Charge!
The camera goes dark as the scene cuts out.
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Post by Moira Arches on Jun 6, 2021 5:32:16 GMT
-Ain't That a Kick in the Head-
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The sun shines bright somewhere on the streets of Ottawa. It has been an unusually hot June already, yet people still have found a way to make it out on the streets and enjoy the nice weather after a long, cold winter. The warm air brings with it the anticipation and the excitement summer has in store. It is the first signs of a new beginning, though still familiar, for many. And though the excitement will eventually turn into frustration due to the heat, it is a welcome thing at the moment. Two women are sitting under an umbrella at a table outside of a Starbucks, enjoying their overpriced caffeinated sugar drinks and doing what they can to stay cool. It is Moira Arches, who only just recently announced to the world that she had joined the IIW, and her best friend and former gymnastics teammate Nora Ward. The two of them had made it a tradition to get together every Saturday afternoon and spill whatever tea they may have learned during the week; though sometimes they have more important things to talk about.
Nora Ward: “Sooo…are you going to do it? You are, aren’t you? You’re totally going to do it. I knew you would!”
Moira sets her drink down and raises both of her hands to stop Nora from going off an any further of a tangent.
Moira Arches: “Okaaaay, stop. I don’t know if I am yet or not!”
Nora Ward: “Oh come on, don’t give me that nonsense. I know you’re gonna do it, and more importantly YOU know you’re going to do it!”
Moira Arches: “I said I don’t know, okay? Can we drop it?”
Nora Ward: “Why wouldn’t you do it? You know you’re ready and you know you could win. Just do it, and stop being such a downer. You really do have your dad’s negative attitude, don’t you?”
Moira Arches: “I also have my dad’s ability to kick people’s asses, so why don’t you just drop it?”
Nora Ward: “There it is! That’s the attitude you need! Use that anger and do it. I bet you’d win, you always won everything. And trust me, I would know, because we were in the same group and I have loads of Second Place ribbons.”
Moira Arches: “You bet I’d win? I’ve never even had a professional match. It’s one thing to beat up on other students, but to win my first real match?”
Nora bursts out in a laugh that is loud enough to make the heads of almost everyone else sitting outside the cafe, as well as a few passing by on the street, turn and look their way.
Nora Ward: “You have got to be kidding me, right? Look at you! You’re in better shape than anyone I’ve ever met, you have more dedication than anyone I’ve ever met, you train harder than anyone, and you are a total badass. What are you afraid of? Your first match is always going to just be a first match, so who cares if you don’t think you can win? Do you think anyone thought they’d win something the first time they did it? No, but I bet some of them still won! Just like you will…if you just stop being a wuss and join it.”
Moira Arches: “What is it you’re in school for again, accounting? I really think you missed your calling of being a hype-man…or working at a circus.”
Nora Ward: “I feel like I’m at a circus when I hang out with you and your other wrestling friends most of the time, so maybe you have a point.”
Moira Arches: “Oh please, as if any of them are any wilder than the sorority girls and frat boy idiots you hang out with on weekends. Do you really think I could win?”
Nora Ward: “Mo, listen to me, I don’t know a damn thing about wrestling. The last thing I saw that even had a wrestler in it was some movie with your uncle in it, and that was some awful spy movie. And I think you can win.”
Moira Arches: “That sure is some glowing praise. My confidence has never been higher.”
She was clearly trying to hold in a laugh of her own while looking at her friend after that delivery of sarcasm. Though it seemed to go directly over the poor girl’s head, or she ignored it’s true meaning on purpose. Moira could never really tell.
Nora Ward: “See! All you needed to do was talk to me, and already you’re at a better place mentally! What would you do without me?”
Moira Arches: “I’d probably get a lot more training done and would have more money. But that’s neither here, nor there.”
The two women finish their drinks, say their goodbyes for the week, and go their separate ways. Moira decides to walk back to the Young Breed Academy, rather than take an Uber like she would have normally done. She, too, wanted to enjoy the warmer weather and figured it would be a good way to clear her mind. She had a big decision to make, just days after making perhaps the biggest one she has ever made by signing with the IIW. It was all happening so fast and a part of her wondered if she was getting herself in over her head.
But that kind of self-doubt was a familiar foe in her life. It was always lurking somewhere in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to interject itself into her life and fuck everything up. It was the kind of self-sabotage that the average person could see coming from a mile away and yet she still allowed it to creep in. She did not want it to happen anymore, but sometimes just wanting something bad enough does not mean that you will get it. She had to act, and soon, or else that self-doubt would chop her down once more. She was tired of being surprised by it; she was tired of running from it.
Somewhere around the halfway point of getting back to the school, she stopped and ducked into the side alley of some business. She was alone, but finally felt like she could make another big choice and take back some more control of her life. She pulls out her phone, checks her email, and finds the number she was searching for and dials it.
Ring.
Ring.
The anticipation of making the call begins to build up and she can feel it in her chest. It was the doubt, the negativity, the imposter syndrome trying to break through and stop her. But she fought it off and the phone kept on ringing.
Ring.
Ring.
No answer, it was a weekend after-all and the time difference too, but the voicemail message picked up.
Moira Arches: “Um, hello. This is Moira Arches. Uh, I was told to call this number if I was, uh…interested in joining, um, taking part in the Women’s Invitational match. I, uh, I am interested and would like to just let you know that I would be…uh, interested in partaking in that match. Okay, anyway, if you need anything else or like, if I need to do anything else, just um call me back. Or email me, or whatever works best. Okay, well, um. This is Moira Arches, like I said, so yeah. Thank you.”
With widen eyes, and feeling almost out of breath, she hits the end call button on her phone and takes in a deep breath. Her heart was pounding in her ears, but in a way that she had not felt in a long time. She was not feeling this way because she was afraid or nervous; she felt this way because she was excited and proud. She was proud of herself for ignoring the negative thoughts that were eating away at her mind and taking a huge step towards accomplishing the first of many of her dreams. With this new feeling of elation, she began on the rest of the journey to the training academy gym at nearly twice the speed she had been going before. She had a purpose now and had something there that she needed to do for the first time.
*** We are back in a familiar place now to those who may have seen Moira’s first official IIW promo video. It is the darkened gym of the Young Breed Academy, all but abandoned during this time of the day. Moira is once again sitting on the edge of the ring apron, though she is now dressed in her full wrestling attire. There is an intensity in her eyes that was missing the last time she addressed the fans and the IIW. Her body language is much less relaxed than it had been before. Whatever problems she had earlier in the day as Moira Arches, the person, were not a problem for “The Absolute” Moira Arches, the wrestler.
Moira Arches: “So they say it’s an invitational. Well, here is an open invitation to the rest of the competition in the IIW to learn just who I am and why I am here. None of you know who I am, so I suggest you take a moment to listen. My name is Moira Arches. Some call me The Absolute and for good reason. For those who may not be keen on philosophy, to be the ‘Absolute’ is to be the ultimate or most supreme being, the sum of all being, actual and potential, or transcending the concept of a being altogether. From what I have seen so far, I know that is going to be hard for some of you girls to understand, so to put it in simpler terms. It means that I have all the tools to be the best. Not just because of how hard I worked to get here. Not just because of how much time and energy it took to reach this point. Not even just because of how good I am in the ring. No, I am the best because I must be. I was born to be. And I will live up to that nickname. Just like I will live up to my father’s name.”
Moira takes a moment to look down at the floor and contemplate what she just said. But in that moment, her confidence began to grow. The things that she was saying were no longer just part of a promo but were part of what she was as a person and who she was going to become in the future.
Moira Arches: “Do not confuse this for arrogance. And don’t assume that I think I’m going to win this match, and every other match I have, just because I expect to. I realize that none of you expect me to win. But that is because none of you know me. Most of you are and were considered first class, some even royalty, and have gotten the chance to show the world how good you are. I have watched some of you and I know that you have talent. I even consider some of you to be long lost family. But you will all soon find out just how good I am, too.”
Moira Arches: “You see, like many of you, I came from an athletic background before entering the world of professional wrestling. I was gymnast, and a good one too. From a young age, people were lifting me up and telling me that I had the ability to make the Canadian National Team and compete in the Junior Olympics. I always put 100% of everything I had into my training, worked every day until I couldn’t move, and honed my body to do things on command that few others could do. Now, my body is honed to do just one thing…kick people’s heads off!”
Moira stands up on the apron, steps through the ropes, and turns back around to face her phone camera. She rests her arms on the top rope and takes a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing.
Moira Arches: “Look, I’m not going to sit here and pretend that I know all of my opponents in the match. Hell, I don’t even know who all is going to show up in it just yet. But I can speak on the one’s who have made it known that they’re going to enter it. One more thing I’m not going to sit here and try to pretend I know anything about is who Charlotte Vaughan is and what connections she has in the IIW. I know there is a lot of confusion going on regarding her family and what has been happening with the IIW in general. And while I can’t say I agree with her attitude, I do want to point out that you and I are not all that different from what I gather, Charlotte. You and I are both making our debut and have never had a professional match before it. You and I have both been training with some of the best the business has ever seen. And you and I both come from families with a lot of wrestling history that we have to live up to. But it did not take me long to see that you’re going about this all wrong and for the wrong reasons, Charlotte. You claim you are part of the Royal Family, and you bring up who your father is on national television. It sounds to me like you’re expecting special treatment, and that without it you’re just going to end up on the losing side of things and blame everyone else for your shortcomings. I don’t want anything handed to me; I want to earn it. And that means I’m going to have to stand in the way of whatever nepotism and arrogance you have on your side.”
Moira Arches: “And while we’re on the topic of arrogance, whether earned or not, let’s talk about Taylor Blazer and her little friend with the big mouth Jessica Miami. Taylor, girl, why all the hostility towards everyone? I can tell that you have talent, and you’re tough in the ring from the videos I have seen, so I have to ask…why the attitude? Why do you align your self with someone like Miami? You and she are both so quick to call people names, yet don’t you think that comes off childish? Or is that kind of your two’s thing? Being the loud, obnoxious type who think that belittling others is the only way to get in someone’s head? You speak a big game and claim that your path to the title is all, but a given, and that might be true someday, but it’s not going to happen for you at First Class. Because you’re outclassed.”
Moira Arches: “The winner of this Invitational becomes the Number One contender for the Women’s Championship. That is not a reward that I take lightly, whether it’s my first match or not. And I realize that the two women who are fighting on the same card for the title are in a league all their own for a reason. Victoria McKenzie is an intimating force to be reckoned with and has a mean streak to match from what I know of her and what I have seen. But I’ve also seen Fiona Harris in the ring, and I know the kind of effort she can put in and I know the kind of person she seems to be. It would be a challenge, obviously, for me to beat either of them, but I am going to earn that right to try. I’ll work harder than anyone to make that happen. And when the time comes, I’ll do the same to beat either of the two of them who comes out with the title!”
She takes a deep breathe, as if to calm the anticipation of that moment as it plays through her mind. But the intensity in her eyes is replaced by a solemn look now, as she slides back through the ropes and jumps off the ring to the floor.
Moira Arches: “I have been avoiding this next subject for years now. And I think you can all imagine why that would be the case. Casie…MJ…what happened to you guys? You two used to let me play with your toys when our families were all on the road! We practically grew up together those first few years, didn’t we? Sure, I had my own problems growing up, and you two obviously have, but how did it go so wrong? Was it too much Harry Potter? You’re both doing and saying things that only crazy people do and speak of. I don’t understand what happened to you guys, and it saddens me to see how far out of touch you both have become. I know it’s been a long time since we last saw each other, but I can’t believe how different you’ve both become. Casie, your brother and my father were both friends and enemies at varying times, but at least they both could stand back and say they respected each other. I’m not sure I can do that as things stand right now with what I have seen you do and the things I’ve seen you do to other people.”
Moira steps closer to the phone and kneels so she is fully in frame now.
Moira Arches: “I won’t even begin to imagine that I have any clue what is wrong with you, or MJ, or Tyler. All I know is that I was able to bury those demons of a broken childhood to be what I am today, though I’m not perfect, and I hope that some day all of you can too. But I will not hesitate to hurt you in the ring if you get in my way; but when I do just know that it’s out of love and confusion, not a place of anger.”
Moira Arches: “To the rest of the women on the roster, and to the rest of the IIW. I am coming to England. I am coming to start chasing my dreams and to stop being chased by my past. This might have been the first time many of you have heard from me, but I can promise you that it will not be the last. This was an invitation into my life to see who I am. Now I’m inviting you all to get your heads kicked the hell off by me this Wednesday.”
With that, Moira reaches out and stops the recording. There was a new feeling in her chest now; a feeling that was unfamiliar to her. It must have been confidence. And it felt damn good.
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Post by Moira Arches on Jun 7, 2021 8:36:12 GMT
-From Ottawa With Love-***
Some say that when an athlete pushes themselves beyond their normal levels during a workout or physical activity, they reach a different plane of existence. Some know it as a runner’s high, while others consider it that second wind that can propel them beyond any point that they had previously thought possible. It is a euphoric feeling that erases any pain and allows a person to push through a kind of metaphorical wall. It is likely just the bodies’ reaction to being pushed over the edge, in all actuality, dumping more endorphins into your blood to the point that it causes your brain to block out the fact that you are tired and that your muscles are telling you to stop. You can become addicted to that feeling, which leads to you wanting to push yourself further and further until you feel that euphoria again. And just like most things you can become addicted to, the more it happens, the more you need to push yourself to get that same feeling. The key to finding that perfect balancing act of working out just hard enough to reach it before hurting yourself is something that many athletes strive for. This was the feeling that Moira Arches had been chasing all morning.
She had a plane to catch the next morning and knew that this was her last chance to get a good workout in before the flight. It was also likely to be the last time she ever worked out at the Young Breed Academy. This dirty, dingy gym had been what she called home for the last two years; she spent more time here than her own apartment. There were countless long nights of running the ropes and taking bumps that lasted well into the next morning. There were times in which she could barely make the walk from the gym to her bus stop because of how beat up she had gotten during the day’s training drills. She had spilled plenty of blood and sweat going through what some consider one of the toughest training regiments in the business. For every ten students that sign up, only two ever stay long enough to pass the basics, and even fewer end up graduating. Moira had been one of those few who were christened as good enough to venture out on their own in the world of professional wrestling. And even still, she had waited six months before evening thinking of doing that, just so that she could hone her skills even more.
The physical training and wrestling knowledge she gained while a student was extensive and important. But anyone can learn a hammerlock, or a back-body drop. What was invaluable, however, was the connections she made with her fellow students and her instructors. She spent two years of her young life around a very small, select group of individuals who were dedicated enough and strong enough to stick with it to the end. They had become trusted training partners, and more importantly, they had become friends. The Lead Instructor for the women, Katya DeSmidt, had become a role model for Moira. She was as fierce as she was compassionate; dangerous as she was nurturing. She taught the young women in the class that it was okay to be both physically strong and still hold onto your identity. Katya had broken into the world of professional wrestling at a time in which it was hard for women to succeed. But she never let it stand in her way and was able to make a name for herself in an industry that had long been dominated by men. Though she did not have as long of an active career as she would have wanted due to an injury, she was able to take the passion she had for wrestling and teach it to others the right way.
Her husband, Tyler Hawk, was the Lead Instructor for the males. He had a reputation for being as tough as a person can be without ever crossing the line into bullying. He knew just how far he could push a human before they broke, yet at the same time would make that same human realize just why he was doing it. He met Katya when they were both members of the RWF back in the late ‘90s, and he too had his career slowed down by injuries. However, he was so respected by the rest of the locker room that he never had trouble getting referrals to the school. The two of them together focus 100% of their time on ensuring that their students are best able to succeed if they have the ability and the desire to do so. Moira had become close to the two of them during her time in the school, and she considered them family.
Family.
It was that thought that finally helped push her into that higher plane of existence on the treadmill she had been running on. As sappy as it sounded, she loved the place that she had finally fit herself in with regards to her parents. Things were not completely better, but they had been able to really work on it the past two years that she was training at the Academy after moving back to Ottawa. Her father was Mike Angelo in the Revolution Wrestling Federation. He was a Grand Slam Champion there and had been involved in some of the biggest stables that the company had seen to include the Unholy Alliance and Dynasty. He was both friends and enemies of the biggest stars that the company had to offer, men like Shawn King, Moira’s uncle Riley Andrews, and Fred Debonair. He was one of the top stars in the company just a couple of years after she was born, and only left the business because of financial reasons, and injury, and a desire to pursue acting. That was the man that had caused her so many problems growing up; or at least that is what she had believed.
But the one thing she worked as hard on as she did in becoming a great professional wrestler was trying her damnedest to understand why he made the choices he made and to finally forgive him. He was not Mike Angelo anymore. He was Mike Arches, her dad. And she loved him, and she loved her mom. She also finally understood the love he had for wrestling, and why it took a priority. She also realized that they both tried to reach out many times over the years, but she was not ready yet. Part of her wonders if she is even ready now or if she is just hoping that she is because it would help put her in a better place mentally before she ventures off to the biggest thing that she has ever done in her life…joining the IIW.
Tyler Hawk: “Hey kiddo, you do know that you have a match in a few days, right? You probably want to be able to walk beforehand, right? I’d suggest slowing up on the bike a bit.”
His voice was like a glass shattering in a darkened room, bringing her back to reality and away from her thoughts.
Moira Arches: “Yeah…you…are…probably...right…”
She had forgotten to breath during the last minute or so of riding, apparently. The sweat was pouring off her.
Katya DeSmidt: “You also might want to skip out on the mini-cocktails on the plane and just drink some water. A lot of water.”
Tyler Hawk: “If you can’t get drunk on an international flight, what’s the point of even going?”
Katya DeSmidt: “Fine, you stay here, and I’ll join Moira in the UK. It’ll do us both some good, I think.”
Tyler gave her a feigned look of shock and disappointment before turning back to Moira with a slight grin on his face.
Tyler Hawk: “Katya'd never make it over there without me, I’m not worried about her actually leaving.”
Moira Arches: “Should I be worried?”
Moira asked in a way that completely ruined the jovial tone of the conversation in an instant. Nobody knew of her back and forth struggles with her confidence like Tyler and Katya did; they had been trying to pull her away from it for years to unlock her true potential as a wrestler and as a person.
Katya DeSmidt: “Hey now, sweetie. You have NOTHING to worry about, okay? You’re going to kill it over there. And you’re going to make us both proud.”
Tyler Hawk: “And your mom and dad too. Hell, I bet your uncle even ends up watching your match, and you know he hasn’t watched wrestling in years!”
That was the way the two of them had always tried to deal with her problems. She would be supportive, and he would be awkward and make a joke of it. Moira could not say it did not help though. She was going to miss being able to see them every day like she had become accustomed too. And realized that she already felt better thanks to the two of them.
Moira Arches: “Hey, maybe if everything goes well, you two could come over and see me wrestle in front a real crowd?”
Katya DeSmidt: “It would be our honor. And I’m sure everyone else would want to come and see you too.”
Moira Arches: “I’d love that, to be honest. I’m going to miss you guys a lot.”
Tears began to form in her eyes and soon they would join the sweat on her face.
Tyler Hawk: “Oh kiddo, you’re going to be just fine. You have your mom’s looks and brains, your dad’s resilience and attitude, and our training. You’re going to be a force over there, I guarantee it. Katya and I once recruited your dad to be a part of our first attempts at a stable because we could see crazy potential in him, and now here we are 20 something years later sending his daughter out into the world to make us all proud with that same potential. And you totally will make us all proud. Now let’s get a one last gross hug in before you go.”
She let out a laugh through tears and raised her arms to embrace Tyler and Katya one last time. ***An image flickers to life; a blinding light washes out any shapes for a moment before the scene becomes clear. It is a view overlooking the scenery from the top of the King Mountain Trail outside of Ottawa. The Absolute Moira Arches walks into frame from somewhere behind her phone that is propped up on a tree. She finds a place near the edge of the rocks before turning back around to address the camera and the IIW.
Moira Arches: “I’m going to miss this place. I come here to clear my mind. To focus. After a long day of training, I’d come up here and just breath it all in, ya know? You must find something that keeps the world from closing in all around you, right? I think we all have that place or that thing in our life. If you don’t, you end up all…what’s the term for it…compressed? Yeah, that sounds good. Compressed. Crushed, even. You might forget to breath even. Tomorrow morning I’m flying away from this place, my place, to a new country. To do something that I have technically never done before…a professional wrestling match. And I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was nervous. But it’s a confident nervousness. You might even say it’s just the anticipation hyping me up.”
She smiles at the thought.
Moira Arches: “I’m not nervous because I don’t think I can hang in the match. No, in fact, it’s the opposite of that. I’m feeling the weight of the anticipation because I know I can win, and I want to finally prove it. You ever seen a horse pacing in it’s stall with just all the nervous energy in the world to get out and run? That’s me right now. And I’m not going to have this place, my place, to focus that energy anywhere but into the ring. My opponents in the Invitational Elimination match at First Class this week are going to be on the unfortunate receiving end of all this…energy. I don’t want to hurt people, but I might.”
Moira Arches: “I don’t think any little girl grows up thinking that some day she would have the literally kick the head off her former babysitter. But…here I am, in that exact situation. Casie, through the fog of whatever potion you drank, do you remember? I was a brat to you, just as I was a brat to everyone, but you were always so patient with me. As I said before, I am not even going to pretend to understand what it is that you and the rest of your family are wrapped up in. We haven't seen each other in a long time. But what I will say is that I wish there were some way I could help you find that patient girl you used to be back in the day. I always thought you were the coolest back then. You were Fly Freddy’s sister! You were so cool and so tough to the eyes of five-year-old me. And you never let any of the other kids pick on me. But now you are one of the bad kids who pick on others. And I’m afraid that you’re going to make me have to take you out when we meet again face to face in the ring. I know you’ll probably have Mercedes there with you. And I know I’m probably going to have to beat her too. I’m not going to like it, because I’ve been on this whole…reconciling with my family thing. And I think of you all as my extended family…but the way you are means it’s impossible for us to ever reconcile. I'm bigger than I was the last time you saw me. And it’ll probably be ever harder to make amends after I beat you, MJ, and even Tyler’s creepy girlfriend if she gets involved too.”
She turns to look over the view once more as the sun begins to set and the sky becomes darker.
Moira Arches: “It’s almost time. I can feel it. Soon, I’ll be making my in-ring debut. And so will you, Charlotte Vaughan. Like I said before, you and I are not so different. Neither of us pretend we are witches, for one, which I consider a big win. We both are clearly in phenomenal shape, and we both know that if we’re going to make a name for ourselves in the IIW, we need to do it right away by winning this match. But where we differ is that I’m not going to make that impact at the expense of anyone else. Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to try my hardest to win, but I’m not going to be rude about it. Anyone who’s seen your video knows now the kind of person you are. And that’s not the kind of person I’d ever want to be associated with. You should think about doing things differently, or else that security blanket of a last name you have is going to quickly become a suffocating shadow that you’ll never get out of.”
Moira Arches: “You know who else should probably take a good long look into the mirror and decide if that’s who they really want to be in life? Taylor Blazer and Jessica Miami. One of them seems to think that just because they might be able to beat someone in the ring, they have the right to call people pathetic or worse. Taylor, hasn’t anyone ever told you that you catch more flies with honey than you do vinegar? No-one is going to respect you if you talk a big game after beating someone, only to get trampled the next time someone bigger and badder than you comes along. But I guess that’s probably why you aligned yourself with someone like Jessica, right? You know she’s never going to be a threat to you physically, and she’s probably not really any smarter than you either. So, you decide to spend your time with her, and let her run her mouth for you and towards your opponents. But what happens when she decides that she wants some of that rub too and turns on you? Girls like that are always backstabbers. If they’re a bitch to your face, they’re a bitch behind your back too. You both need some serious wake up calls. And I’m more than happy to be the one to make that happen. And if anyone else decides that they’re going to enter the match between now and when the bell rings, I’ll be prepared for them too. Because it does not matter who gets in the way, I will take them all out.”
The sky is almost black now, the outline of Moira on the gray skies behind her the only thing the camera can make out now.
Moira Arches: “Time is running out, ladies. I’m going to be there soon, and then you’ll all finally know who I am and what I am all about. I’m here to make a name for myself and to make a lot of people proud of me for once. The first step is winning that match, and earning the title shot. After that, I will have my sights set on not only winning the belt but also becoming the stalwart of the entire women’s brand. One step at a time! One kick at a time!”
The darkness engulfs the scene completely as it fades to black. Moira is no longer running away from the demons of her past; she is running headlong into the battle of the future. And she’ll try her best to not let anything get in her way this time. ***
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Post by Casie on Jun 8, 2021 13:06:03 GMT
There are a great many myths that travelled the world throughout the ages, where witchcraft and witches themselves were concerned, one of those being that once a woman had been accused of being a witch she’d had little to no chance at all of ever actually defending herself or proving her innocence. This isn’t actually true, as during that time across England only twenty-five percent of those who’d been accused and stood trial, were found guilty and executed… On top of that, another myth was that millions of innocent people had been rounded up on suspicion of being witches, when in fact the total number across the entirety of England during the period of persecution, was a little over 2,000.
But the biggest myth of all, is essentially a double myth, because the myth is supposed to be that witches were really Goddess worshipping midwives with the “truth” being that nobody was worshipping Goddesses during this time, but this was the true myth! You see there is nothing that really separates good from evil, the two don’t mutually exclude one another and neither truly exists, for what you may perceive as evil, may be seen by someone else as necessary and what you believe to be good may equally be deemed weak in someone else’s eyes.
And what are Gods and Demons really, if they should even exist? But possibly even beings from other worlds, other dimensions, maybe other strands of time…? You see, it isn’t fair to say you believe in ghosts and ghouls but yet tell somebody that they’re imagining the lights they see in the sky. Tell somebody there’s a man in the clouds with a set of rules for them and they’ll believe it in an instant, but tell them the paint on the door is wet, they’ll still touch it just to be sure! For context and subtext are key in everything and ones belief in the story being told is always subjective… You’ll do well to remember that when you look at the journey being taken by The Coven…
And speaking of the (metaphorical) devils! We open our scene where we left off with Casie Debonair, a little while ago. Our three have just left Stonehenge and are headed back to Manchester from Salisbury. Casie is driving the car, with Mercedes sat beside her and Steph in the back, watching something on her cellphone. Mercedes looks up through the rear view mirror. MJ - ”Hey Chica, watcha watching?”
Steph - ”Oh I’ve got Netflix on my phone, they’re showing a recap show with a preview of the upcoming edition of First Class.”
MJ - ”Ahh cool, what are they saying about us?!”
Steph - ”Not a whole lot of good, I’ll be honest, they’re saying we’re a bunch of low life witches and other things…”
MJ - ”Well I mean, low life is a bit harsh, but I’m hearing no lies otherwise! Are you girls?”
Steph - ”Oh, wait (screws face up) witches is not what they’re saying!”
Casie - ”Well, I mean we did walk into IIW and take it by storm girls, what did you expect them to call us? A trio of fairy Godmothers or something? We came here with a job to do and we’re gonna do it!”
MJ - ”Damn straight! Hey can we like, pull over at the next service station? I’m dying”
Casie - ”Huh? You look okay to me, what have you eaten?”
MJ - ”Nooo… (eyes widen) I’m dying…”
Casie - ”Ooh… Oh! Oh! Okay, services coming up! We’re like three minutes out!”
They drive on a little more, before Casie pulls into what we now see is Stafford Motorway Services and finds an empty parking spot amongst all the other cars, it’s seemingly busy. Mercedes jumps out and begins running towards the facilities as Casie and Steph climb out to stretch their legs, laughing at her. Steph spots something and points. Steph - ”So, they have a Burger King here, want me to grab us all something??”
Casie - ”Oh God yes please! I will have a large Halloumi King Burger meal, with fries and a Coke! I know MJ will want the same, but get hers with onion rings and a Sprite Zero.”
Steph - ”You’ve got it, won’t be long!”
Steph hands Casie her phone as she skips off inside to order the food, leaving the eldest of the trio sitting on the car hood watching a sub-show from the IIW, featuring all the promos for the upcoming First Class show. She scowls, scoffs, giggles and shakes her head as she listens to the words being spoken by not only the Women’s Champion and number one contender, but also the other women involved in the Invitational this week. She looks up at the sky, swamped with clouds and sighs. Casie - ”Well I was definitely right, I mean neither myself nor anybody else in The Coven or even The Kindred has to say a word and we seem to rile up the masses! It feels like a good old fashioned Witch-Hunt going on boys and girls and that’s okay because quite frankly we relish the challenge, we thrive off that feeling when people look at us the way everybody in IIW is looking at us right now. Respect, uncertainty, fear, animosity, it’s all there and we love it! Why? Because we aren’t here to prove ourselves to anyone or justify anything we do… The Kindred and by proxy The Coven are here with a clear path, a clear direction and whatever happens. Happens.
Ahh Taylor, sweetie I hope you’re healing up there girl? You took some nasty beatings the other week on First Class and what you need to understand is that, those were the unintentional ones, those were the ones that came due to your sacrificial ends… Think what’s possibly going to come about when we meet inside the ring during the invitational when myself or another member of The Coven actually mean to beat the brakes off you! (smirks and winks). Also whilst ignoring your rather sexist attitude towards my cousin Tyler and The Kindred I have to make it perfectly clear that we definitely don’t take orders from any man, Tay-Tay so I’d get that thought out of your head right now.
We haven’t hidden any intentions, girl, we’ve been very clear from the outset and we were very plain in our explanation! You, Alaqueesha, Kaitlyn and Bianca were merely sacrifices and whilst you still stand there, having clearly come through the other side partially unscathed, we haven’t heard a word from any of the others yet and this includes Caera Bellamira. Unfortunately for you, Miss. Blazer, what this means is that you’re going to have to play a second sacrificial role for The Coven… Now, this isn’t me saying it and these aren’t my rules it’s just the way it is and I mean wow! (clicks her teeth) What is with the profanity?! Why all the cursing? You seem a little… Insecure there, Taylor.”
Casie smirks as she slides off the hood of the car, looking over toward the Burger King she sees Steph still in the queue, Mercedes still not out yet either. She purses her lips together tilting her head slightly. Casie - ”I did notice you seem to have an extremely interesting dynamic with your “friend”, Jessica Miami, Taylor. She laughs at your amusing anecdotes! She hypes up your put downs of myself and The Coven! She agrees with your words! But only (blows her hair out of her eyes) when you snap your fingers! I mean, are you sure HBIC stands for Head Bitch In Charge and not Head Butch In Coitus? Because I could definitely go for that if so… Don’t be shy! But you guys I can definitely see having a domestic at some stage!”
Casie let’s out a laugh as she continues watching the promo show for IIW on Netflix via Steph’s cellphone… Suddenly she’s taken aback, gasps and balks a little, she watches with interest before shaking her head in amazement. Casie - ”I… I don’t believe it! I mean, it can’t be but obviously it is?! That’s Moira?! Little Mo-Mo?! Now how on Earth did you find your way from the snowy, yet leafy burbs of Canadia, all the way over to Mancunia?! No! Don’t tell me, it’s irrelevant because everything happens for a reason and you’re here now that’s all that matters and wow you have grown up! Although I do not like your tone lady! (she grins menacingly) I kid of course, you aren’t silly are you Moira? You know every action has an equal and opposite reaction… You know for every action there is also a consequence and you seem mature enough to own that.
Wrestling didn’t seem to be the thing for you, when I last spoke to your parents, or Tyler Hawk for that matter and I don’t recall him mentioning it to Steph and Ty when he was here last month either, strange that… Nonetheless you’re here now and evidently ready to jump right in. Moira we’re practically family so I’m going to pretend that you’ve not made some of the insulting comments you have and put it down to the fear of the unknown… You say you don’t know what’s happened to myself and MJ, you’re right you don’t because as you alluded to yourself a lot happened after RWF shut down and a lot happened after the short offering of FcW (face grows deadly serious) but what I do remember is that when my nephew was thrust into the doors of a psych hospital the only people there for him were Shawn King and to an extent, Tyler Hawk…”
Casie lowers her head, continuing her death stare, piercing eyes and brooding look, before she lifts her head once again turning to face whoever may be watching… Casie - ”Of course that wasn’t your fault girly! (grins again) and I’m not blaming you, at all! But you may want to relay that message to your mum and dad at some stage! But my point here is that things became fractured between everybody and we all lost touch… But to answer your question, Moira, there’s nothing wrong with any of us at all! And hey, at First Class, we may still let you play with our toys! (chuckles and genuinely smiles) You’re right girl, you were a little brat, so much you were a brat… But I was patient because you were no worse than Tyler or MJ, no worse than the other kids that used to run around backstage but of course there were times I just wanted to smack you silly for some of the stunts you pulled as you got older… And at First Class I get to do it legally; over and over and over, again!
You think I’m the “bad” kid now, Mo-Mo? You think I’m picking on people? Oh it ain’t like that girl. Things aren’t just black and white you should know that! Look at some of the things Fred used to do, your uncle Riley, your dad, Tyler Hawk, Shawn… I could go on! Things have to happen for the continuation of the tides flow, things need to happen just because it is the way of the world and it’s how the wheels turn… Basically it is what it is. And you will soon find yourself at a crossroads where you’ll have to do things that may make you “the bad kid” too, you may feel you can eschew that part of you, Moira but trust me, you can’t… You can’t.
And for anyone else who wants to invite themselves into the First Class foray this week, by all means… If you wish to volunteer yourself to the sacrifice then you’re very much welcome, I’ll see you all in Manchester tomorrow night! For now… Where the hell is my burger?!”
As if on cue, Steph comes walking out of Burger King, several bags in hand, shaking her head at the wait time and lines inside. From the other side, Mercedes comes walking from the side of the facilities. Casie smiles and climbs into the car, turning the key into the ignition to start the radio as the other two reach the car and also climb inside…
Culpa est nihil.
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