Post by Morgan Payne on Dec 23, 2019 22:05:27 GMT -8
Hey, what’chins up to? This computer calls that a spelling error but, fuck it. It’s how I greet people. Deal with it or stop reading. Anyway, let’s get down to why I’m writing this.
So, a lot’s been going on lately in the fucked up world that is California Wrestling. Since the day I signed my name on the line, management has done nothing but try and screw me over all because Ethan Roerich is still sour about being called on his bullshit the last time he tried running a wrestling promotion. He did so bad that the final show of their last run cut out in the middle of the broadcast. The last match we saw then was a tag team match for the Republic Camaraderie Championships that should have been on the pre-show if you go back and look at who all was involved. I digress, though, if that’s even the right word to use. Here we are now, right back where we left off. The Kingdom is running another promotion and management has their panties in a knot right up their ass about it. They’re so pissed off that they don’t know what to do, legally, so they think they can try to play the underhanded card on us and get ahead of the game. What tickles the shit out of me the most is that Roerich and his pussy ass intern couldn’t do it themselves so they brought in some bleach blonde prick that looks like Amy Jo Smyth decided to undergo transitional surgery. Yeah, Sean Poppins, I’m talking about you. I hope you’re reading this, too.
Roerich and his intern - no, excuse me, his stooge - think calling in a third man who thinks he knows shit but don’t know shit is gonna help them ruin the careers of the two greatest performers that have ever put one of their boots into your dinky ass ring. Blondie Poppins hasn’t done a goddamn thing but open doors for more lawsuits against California Wrestling. First, he tries to instate some bullshit rule that I can’t come to the ring during my girlfriend’s match which is a NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH. So, you wanna tilt the tables in the challenger’s favor, I’m guessing. You want me stuck in the back while Keira Fisher can limp her broken ass out there and help Roxi win back the Immortal Icon Championship that she never even deserved to hold in the first place. Let’s be honest, it should be me with the belt but we’ll save that for the next time I decide to write one of these. You’re shit, Poppins. You’re scum. You and Roerich. I wouldn’t be surprised if you have Smyth signed and tucked away in the back of the arena so you can let the old, grouchy bitch off of her leash and turn the main event into a three on one against Sativa. It’s not gonna be a three on one, though. There will be two Kingdom members at ringside because I, for sure, will be there to make sure your crooked ass doesn’t try anything. See, we have a code within the Kingdom. We stick together, yes. We watch each other’s backs, yes. We don’t interfere in each other’s matches so long as it stays even on both sides. So, if you want me to stay out of the match, physically, it’s simple: keep Keira Fisher and anyone else from trying to interfere on Roxi’s behalf.
Now, let’s move onto the second matter and that’s the fine that you’re trying to slap me with. You motherfuckers want me to pay $20,000 for simply speaking my mind. I haven’t threatened anybody. I haven’t endangered anybody. I haven’t made any controversial statements ever since I beat Ch’ang Dong-Geun for the Hollywood Heritage Championship; and I cleared the air on those. No, yinz want me to pay $20,000 for doing what every good professional wrestler should be doing and that’s drawing attention to your brand. Between Sativa, the Immortal Icon Champion, and myself, the Gatekeeper of California Wrestling, we’re the ones making you money. Yinz should be giving ME an extra $20,000 per check! Ever since Sativa won the title look what’s happened to your company. Your roster has doubled in size now, and you can actually put on a fully booked show. You’re welcome. The bottom line here is, you can’t fine me for anything I’ve done. Go look up the First Amendment. I’m not holding yinz hands and walking you to the page. Go look it up. If you keep pressing this, yinz will be right back in court like last time. That isn’t a threat. It’s a promise. None of yinz seem to have any idea what the definition of a threat is. Poppins sure as shit doesn’t. The bleach must have gone to his brain. Moving on!
Now, yinz are probably screaming through your computers or your phone screens: “MORGAN AIN’T YOU GOT A MATCH COMING UP?!” Yeah, I do.
I ain’t forgotten about you Keira. You better be reading this, too. I understand how much it must have pissed you off to see your wife get the shit kicked out of her like she deserved, by me and Sativa. It’s part of the business. Yinz have been doing this for more than twice as long as I have. You should know the tricks of the trade, or whatever they call it. People make friends in this business. They make enemies in this business. Your wife just made the mistake of making enemies with the last two in California Wrestling that anybody wants to be enemies with. You see how scared Roerich and his team are that they’re crying to Amy Jo Smyth, wanting her to come in here and play her secret agent bullshit or something and get rid of us. In the meantime, he gave you a contract, hoping to even the playing field for his golden girl. This is your first match within the new California Wrestling, though, Keira. That means you have to go through me. You have to pay your dues to The Gatekeeper. It’s not gonna go down the same way it did with Dweck, or whoever he says he is or isn’t. He had an advantage that I had nothing on him to study. It’s the second time a promoter has booked me in a blind match with somebody that I knew nothing about, and yeah I lost both times. That’s the only way these jagoffs can get one up on me and that’s by pulling the wool over my eyes. They can’t do that with you, Keira. I’ve already been studying you like a hawk. I’ve been studying and I’ve been improving. I’m not just gonna brawl with you. You’re a veteran. I know better than that. I’ve been working my technical game. I’ve been getting even stronger than I already am.
You don’t belong in California Wrestling, Keira. You have no place here, and I’m gonna prove it when I humiliate your sorry ass in front of the entire crowd of losers watching in that shit excuse for an arena we fight in. I’m gonna leave an image of your broken body in Roxi’s mind when she walks out for her match against my girl. The best part, though? I get to do it twice. I get to prove to you, twice in one match, that I am better than you. Two falls, back to back, Keira. There ain’t gonna be any of this shit where I get one, you make a comeback and get the second, then I barely scrape by with the third. Nope. Two for me. None for you. One, two, three, done. One, two, three, done. I might even decide to submit your ass for one of them. I’ve been brushing up on my submission game, too. I can’t wait to show you, Keira. It’s a match you’re never gonna forget because this is the match where you will learn how to, as we like to say on Twitter, #BeholdTheKingdom. See you next year, hero girl.
P.S: Big thanks to computers having spell check on them now. This thing looked like shit before I fixed all them little red lines.
Morgan sat back in her chair and removed her reading glasses as she saved and uploaded the file. She rubbed the back of her neck with a sigh when she felt a presence beside her and looked. Lluvia Cane's son, Anthony.
"Hi, Morggy!"
Morgan smiled sweetly at the six year old and turned in her chair.
"Hey, baby boy! Whatchu doin?"
"Mama's working in the stables. Can me and Amelia have ice cream?"
"You want some ice cream?"
Morgan asked with a smile and raised eyebrows. Anthony nodded and Morgan offered her hand for him to take.
"Well, let's go get some ice cream!"
Anthony took her hand and Morgan lead the boy out of her room and towards the kitchen....
Last Edit: Dec 23, 2019 22:17:37 GMT -8 by Morgan Payne: Fixed spacing on last paragraph. Made less of a text wall.
Post by Keira Fisher on Dec 29, 2019 21:59:56 GMT -8
Keira is seen sitting on the backyard of the house she lives in with her wife Roxi and her son Nate. She looks over the horizon and it shows the ocean, all calm and peaceful around it. Keira continues to stare at it as she begins to speak.
Keira: Funny. No matter how many times I look at the ocean, it never ceases to keep me calm. Despite everything happening around me. When the world is in flames, the ocean, somehow is still there. It reminds me that I need to keep my head leveled and continue on with the fight. A fight I know I must win, otherwise, I will fall again.
Keira sighs as she continues
Keira: But that is my life. I wake up a fighter and I go to sleep a fighter. I crave the next big challenge as I look for strong opponents. But at the same time, being a fighter means making a vow. A vow to protect the ones I love. Friend or lover. Roxi came to California Wrestling cause she wanted to show the world that she still had it. Something I always knew she had. I wanted to join her, but I had other stuff going on, so Roxi went alone. She did great, well, til two bitches named Sativa Neveah and Morgan Payne decided to hurt Roxi. I sat by the sidelines, seeing her get hurt by these two bitches. NO MORE!
Keira backs up and begins to scream alot, the echo of her scream carrying out over the ocean. She then says
Keira: When you two hurt my Roxi. That's what awoke the beast within me. That's when you awoke the fighter, the woman known as Keira Fisher! I signed to California Wrestling faster than Morgan could think! Yes, I know it's hard for you to do. But it's not like you had any brain cells to work with to begin with anyway. I didn't come to California Wrestling to even any kind of playing field. I came to California Wrestling for many reasons.
Keira takes a deep breath as she continues
Keira: One, to get revenge on the bitches that hurt my wife. Yes, Roxi can take care of herself. Don't get me wrong. But at the same time, when it's a disadvantage like you and your friend caused. It brings me into the fight. Two, to become the Immortal Icon Champion after all this is done. Would be good to get the same belt Roxi held. But that is later. Third and this is the most important, Morgan. I want...to cripple you!
Keira laughs a little bit, but she continues
Keira: You see, you call yourself the so called "Gatekeeper" of this place. I guess that makes me the Keymaster, cause once it's over with. I will unleash the beast that will put a end to you. Let me give you a little history lesson.
Keira slowly turns around, looking like she was looking at a camera as she says
Keira: When you make someone like me mad. I don't stop. Even with the fuel of the next big fight looming over me. I don't stop til I know the person that hurt the love of my life is either defeated or broken beyond repair. Now when it comes to the ring. I don't know you and to be honest, you sure as Hell don't know me. I've fought worse people in my life before I even heard of your name.
Keira chuckles a little bit, remembering the type of match she was in as she says
Keira: Funny, I'm glad it's a Two out of Three Falls match. Cause that's a test to me and to you. A test of endurance and a test of stamina. Two out of Three Falls is also unpredictable when you slowly think about it. It can go two straight or it can be two to one. It can also depends on how long each fall goes as well. Hell, I might give you trouble in the first fall. Both of us can go all out or save a little bit of energy til the second fall. But the thing is with that all important first fall. The one person MUST slip. Morgan, you keep talking about how it will be two straight? You are right. But it won't be for your sorry ass.
Keira gives a smirk before she says
Keira: Thing is, you got it all figured out. Your ego has you blinded to the truth. While you think you have got me written out, already defeated. You left yourself open to your demise. That first fall, you WILL slip up. It's not a matter of if you will slip up. It's a matter of WHEN! When you do slip up and you will. BOOM! A hit from Seven Sins will be your demise for the first fall. I'll already put cracks at the gate you put up for yourself.
Keira takes a breath and continues.
Keira: Then you'll get up, thinking, "What the Hell just happened!?" As you do, the second match will begin. Sure, I know you'll try to match me, move by move, blow by blow. But that sting of losing to me in the first fall will be bothering you, slowly eating you from the inside, distracting you, leaving you open for that finish. Once you do....
Keira takes her hand and places her index finger and her thumb together. She gives it a snap, saying
Keira: I will hit the Final Sin on you. I will hit it on you so hard, I'm going to make DAMN sure that it snaps your neck in two! You see, Morgan. This isn't going to be a regular Two out of Three Falls match. For you see, like I've been saying before. This is your demise!
Keira's brows furrow a bit as she says
Keira: You hurt my wife. You opened up the gates of Hell! The so called "Gatekeeper" is going to be in a damn Wheelchair after I break every little bone in your body! Do you get it now? I didn't come to California Wrestling to just help my wife. I came to end you and Sativa and make you two watch while your so called empire burns to the ground. While you look up at the mat, Morgan, knowing you lost two straight. You will see the woman who beat you. You will see the better fighter. You WILL see Keira Fisher!
Keira takes one more deep breath as she says
Keira: Come takeover, Morgan. You will learn, just like everyone else has, what happens when you mess with Keira Fisher. Morgan, it's time for me to B.A.B....
BREAK A BITCH!
See you soon!
Keira sighs a little bit, her venting was finally done. She turns and goes back into the house. As she does, she sees Nate playing with his Toys. Keira smiles as she goes into the kitchen. She sees Roxi and gives her a kiss.
Keira: Hey, Red.
Roxi: Hey. Keira, are you sure you want to do this? California Wrestling is a different place. I don't want to see you hurt.
Keira: I know. Thank you, Roxi. But this is my fight to handle. It's time for Team Hero to rise again, baby.