Post by maki on Nov 13, 2019 15:17:18 GMT -8
The San Fernando valley was known for many things, the beautiful landscape being one. There were a lot of women and some hipsters with bushy beards, their hair in ridiculous buns, pretending they are one with the buddhist lifestyle. They were far too obvious, checking out the women in their yoga pants as they contorted and bent their bodies. Melissa Aki was one of the women to stretch. She had invited Amelia Hogan to join her but she was busy making a name for herself. As she bent herself, she felt a familiar stirring, as thoughts of Amelia, Angel and Zolton, flitted through her consciousness. One opponent and a love triangle she was stuck in but that was for another day.
This was all about mindfulness . Living in the moment, letting her body breathe, after all she had done so much with Angel recently, her body needed a break to replenish herself after the loss of body fluids. Luckily, she had been released from her exile in an asylum for her mental health issues. It was time to say goodbye to this retreat of the brain damaged.
She strolled away and the image of Amelia Hogan struck her and she almost stumbled. It was not her as some sexual being, after all, she had enough going on in that department. Not that long ago Amelia had asked her to be the mentor she needed. This had bothered her but after all she was the Leader of The Next Generation. They had some sparring sessions and she knew Amelia was destined for the top but no one gets there at the expense of Maki. She turned and saw a camera over the edge of a building so she climbed to the roof, turned the camera towards her.
“Amelia Hogan, the fates or rather the bookers thought this would be funny to pit mentor and mentee against each other. I told you last week, Amelia, positivity is great and admirable. Hell, I am as positive as the next person. More so. Yet, it shines off you like the glorious particles of sweat that dribble down your skin. Positivity is all well and good but babe you have not forged that killer spirit yet. What happens when you nail me with that spinebuster and I kick out? How will you react? I have done it in our sessions and I have not once given you my all. See, to be the best in the world, to be beloved by the fanbase you have to have that killer instinct. You can beat me black and blue but then when I hit the Makihouse kick out of nowhere will you be able to kick out? When I am on the canvas in blood, you are leaning over me, I would not think twice to punch you in your fucking throat. That’s the difference. I abhor losing. I cannot stand it and I do everything in my power to make sure that happens, can you say the same, Amelia?”
A small smirk spread across her face.
“I have done my research on you, as being your mentor is not just about helping you to improve in the ring. It is teaching you what it takes to climb that proverbial ladder, what your failings are and sweetheart you can believe in yourself and everyone can love you but another shortcoming you have is that you want the fans to love you, you want the locker room to adore you, you want everyone you meet to think of you as the one that put a smile on their faces. This is naive to the maximum. Not everyone will love you, not everyone in the back will pat your abs and say good job. What are you going to do when you finally break free of my shadow and try to make it on your own? You align yourself with the biggest name, the fan favourite, the best ever champion in the history of this place, but why? What does it do for you? You might have the rest of these morons fooled but not me. I know its all a plan to get ahead and in a moment’s notice you will stab me in the back. Hell, I have been in your shoes a long time ago. I take being the leader of the next generation very seriously. Yet, do not take that as being foolhardy or some inept moron like that weed junkie. I am not here for your amusement, I am not here to drag you around on some kind of leash, I am not going to walk you around like a newbie in an office that needs to be shadowed by you. When it comes down to it, I could not give a damn about what you want from me. In that ring you are just another moronic wannabe that doesn’t have what it takes against me. Harsh? Maybe but you need to learn this lesson if you are to succeed.”
A look of concern spread across her face.
“Look, Amelia, I have shot you down so far and I could keep going but only time will tell if you learn from it or not. I do like you and I believe in your future on your own but someone had to spell it out for you. You’re a very pretty girl, with this deep and nasty side, which I so hope you unleash and prove me wrong. I just don’t know if you have it in you right now. Maybe in the future you will push me all the way, pound me, make me gush everywhere with blood and even sneak a victory. Sucks to be you as that day is not today. You’re in my way of reclaiming what is rightfully mine. You stand on the precipice here, Amelia. Your career will be made if you get lucky with me, yet an obvious loss would derail you slightly. Which way will this match go? We both know the answer to that but when I do win, when you are knocked unconscious by my left boot, I hope I don’t break your face too badly. Faces heal. Ego’s don’t. Don’t feel bad when you wake up from the annihilation at my hands, you are just another person who thought they could come up against me and came up short. You join a very big club. So take the loss and move on like a good little scrub.”
A slight smirk. A welcome nod. Approval.
“Sativa, Roxy, Morgan. You’re on notice. I am coming for my baby and none of you are safe. She belongs to me and I will do whatever it takes to win!”
She puts the camera back in position and slides down the roof as we fade.
This was all about mindfulness . Living in the moment, letting her body breathe, after all she had done so much with Angel recently, her body needed a break to replenish herself after the loss of body fluids. Luckily, she had been released from her exile in an asylum for her mental health issues. It was time to say goodbye to this retreat of the brain damaged.
She strolled away and the image of Amelia Hogan struck her and she almost stumbled. It was not her as some sexual being, after all, she had enough going on in that department. Not that long ago Amelia had asked her to be the mentor she needed. This had bothered her but after all she was the Leader of The Next Generation. They had some sparring sessions and she knew Amelia was destined for the top but no one gets there at the expense of Maki. She turned and saw a camera over the edge of a building so she climbed to the roof, turned the camera towards her.
“Amelia Hogan, the fates or rather the bookers thought this would be funny to pit mentor and mentee against each other. I told you last week, Amelia, positivity is great and admirable. Hell, I am as positive as the next person. More so. Yet, it shines off you like the glorious particles of sweat that dribble down your skin. Positivity is all well and good but babe you have not forged that killer spirit yet. What happens when you nail me with that spinebuster and I kick out? How will you react? I have done it in our sessions and I have not once given you my all. See, to be the best in the world, to be beloved by the fanbase you have to have that killer instinct. You can beat me black and blue but then when I hit the Makihouse kick out of nowhere will you be able to kick out? When I am on the canvas in blood, you are leaning over me, I would not think twice to punch you in your fucking throat. That’s the difference. I abhor losing. I cannot stand it and I do everything in my power to make sure that happens, can you say the same, Amelia?”
A small smirk spread across her face.
“I have done my research on you, as being your mentor is not just about helping you to improve in the ring. It is teaching you what it takes to climb that proverbial ladder, what your failings are and sweetheart you can believe in yourself and everyone can love you but another shortcoming you have is that you want the fans to love you, you want the locker room to adore you, you want everyone you meet to think of you as the one that put a smile on their faces. This is naive to the maximum. Not everyone will love you, not everyone in the back will pat your abs and say good job. What are you going to do when you finally break free of my shadow and try to make it on your own? You align yourself with the biggest name, the fan favourite, the best ever champion in the history of this place, but why? What does it do for you? You might have the rest of these morons fooled but not me. I know its all a plan to get ahead and in a moment’s notice you will stab me in the back. Hell, I have been in your shoes a long time ago. I take being the leader of the next generation very seriously. Yet, do not take that as being foolhardy or some inept moron like that weed junkie. I am not here for your amusement, I am not here to drag you around on some kind of leash, I am not going to walk you around like a newbie in an office that needs to be shadowed by you. When it comes down to it, I could not give a damn about what you want from me. In that ring you are just another moronic wannabe that doesn’t have what it takes against me. Harsh? Maybe but you need to learn this lesson if you are to succeed.”
A look of concern spread across her face.
“Look, Amelia, I have shot you down so far and I could keep going but only time will tell if you learn from it or not. I do like you and I believe in your future on your own but someone had to spell it out for you. You’re a very pretty girl, with this deep and nasty side, which I so hope you unleash and prove me wrong. I just don’t know if you have it in you right now. Maybe in the future you will push me all the way, pound me, make me gush everywhere with blood and even sneak a victory. Sucks to be you as that day is not today. You’re in my way of reclaiming what is rightfully mine. You stand on the precipice here, Amelia. Your career will be made if you get lucky with me, yet an obvious loss would derail you slightly. Which way will this match go? We both know the answer to that but when I do win, when you are knocked unconscious by my left boot, I hope I don’t break your face too badly. Faces heal. Ego’s don’t. Don’t feel bad when you wake up from the annihilation at my hands, you are just another person who thought they could come up against me and came up short. You join a very big club. So take the loss and move on like a good little scrub.”
A slight smirk. A welcome nod. Approval.
“Sativa, Roxy, Morgan. You’re on notice. I am coming for my baby and none of you are safe. She belongs to me and I will do whatever it takes to win!”
She puts the camera back in position and slides down the roof as we fade.
