Post by abbigail on Apr 27, 2024 21:21:47 GMT -5
~On Camera~
~Trios Titles Match Finals~
~Crypto.com Arena~
~Los Angeles, California~
Abbigail was climbing up the ladder, the titles were in sight. Windsor was on the other side but he was not as fast or as agile as she was. She could beat him. She took a step when suddenly, she stopped. One of those odd feelings hitting her. She had first noticed it as a goalkeeper in football. Watching offensive players coming towards her, she would, from time to time, find a single word forming in her mouth, at times she could swear there was a voice to it. Right. Left. Middle. High. Low. Middle. Cross. Pass. It had been largely this talent that had led to the most common remarks scouts wrote about young Abby to be. ‘Has a real sixth sense. High Goalkeeper’s Intuition.’
Now, that voice was warning her to take care of Windsor first. Abby didn’t need extra motivation. She grabbed Windsor and looked him right in the eye. “C’mere Wanker… let’s go for a ride.” She said as she launched herself and hit a sunset flip powerbomb. As hard as the impact might have been on Windsor, it was on her that surprised Abbigail. As she landed in a sitting position, the shock of the impact went up her spine and every nerve in her body flared in pain. Her mother had said hardcore matches were better than sex. Abbigail was pretty inexperienced in the area of sex, but she doubted the pain shooting through her was an improvement over that particular experience.
Luckily for Abbigail, the experience was brief and a short while later, her and her teammates were celebrating a major victory
~Behind the Scenes~
~Arrival and Answers~
~Abbigail’s Hotel Room~
~Portland, Oregon~
Valora and Abbigail sit in her hotel room, eating their dinner and Abbigail smirks. “So, you said answers when we got to Portland. But before we get to that, what’s so bad about this place?”
Valora rolls her eyes. “Fuckin’ weirdos.. Hippieland I swear to God..” Abbigail shrugs. “Seems…European to me. This could be Swansea. Or at lot of places in Wales. Or England, Scotland, Northern Ireland. Ireland. Hell this could be Amsterdam.”
Valora rolls her eyes. “I shit you not, everytime I come here, I expect to see and hear people using the fuckin’ BS speak from Demolition man. I fuckin’ swear if someone tells me to enhance my calm or resonate some understanding….”
Abbigail giggles. “ Valora Salinas, you have been fined one credit for violation of the verbal morality statute.”
Valora nods. “ Exactly!”
Abbigail laughs and then nods. “Okay, so.. Now that we’re in Portland..”
Valora nods, sighing softly as she looks out the window. “I suppose there are a lot of reasons. Wrestling snobs like Kronin and a lot of Brits will call me a ‘garbage’ wrestler. Nowadays, that’s less common, given the rise in popularity of both Hardcore and lucha libre, high flying styles of wrestling.”
Taking a drink she lets out a longer sigh and thinks. “There is also the fact that..” She stops and thinks before nodding her head. “Yeap, I think literally every fed I’ve belonged to I’ve ended up at odds with the authority, whether owner, GM or both. That tends to grate on the wrestlers dependent on the system or unwilling to take a stand against it, or benefitting from it.
Then you have the fact that, on more than one occasion, I have entered the ring, fully intending to injure my opponent. End their career. I’d like to say they deserved it and, to be sure, some did. But others were just people trying to make a living. If you ask me to pick just one reason, I’d say it’s probably this reason.”
Abbigail nods as she listens. “Also been a lot of talk regarding you and disloyalty.”
Valora laughs and shrugs. “Yeah. I’m guilty of a lot, but that really isn’t one. If I make a commitment, I honor that. I just don’t give those promises lightly. I think it probably stems from on a couple of occasions, I took money to join a side. This led to accusations of me being a mercenary. Ironically, about 75% or so of people making that accusation are themselves current or former people who took cash and/or favors to work with a certain side. That’s it for today’s history lesson. We’ll go more in depth later. You need to focus less on me and more on Iro Waters and the Valor title. Cause the belts you got from Ikon and AWS… pretty worthless in CWF now.”
Abbigail groaned and sighed. A topic she had been hoping to avoid. Her mother was right and relations were souring between CWF and Ikon and AWS. This was one area where, much as she might hate to admit it, she needed her mother’s advice. “I’m not sure I know the right step to take. Right now, seems like my options are leave CWF and stick with AWS. Leave AWS and stick with CWF. Go back to football. I’ll be honest. If someone told me to choose right now.. I’d go back to football.”
Valora nods. “You hate the CWF that much, hija?”
Abbigail shrugged. “No. But I also don’t feel like it’s worth the effort. No matter how much I fight, how much I bleed, no matter how many times I beat the Bastards arses from one end of the ring to the other, they ignore, pretend it never happened and go on and on about how they’re the best wrestlers ever. If I win the Valour title, CWF will do everything possible to make sure I don’t get my 5 defenses. I won’t get easy opponents like Windsor did. Why should I go through all that?”
Valora leans against the wall as she listens to her daughter and shrugs. “For one? Kronin is an honorable man and if you get those 5 defenses and cash in for his Conquest title, he will give you a shot. If you cash in against me, obviously I’ll give you a shot. As for fair and unfair, welcome not just to wrestling but to fuckin’ life, hija. Yeah, you’re right. If you win the Valor title, CWF will do everything possible to make sure you don’t get those 5 defenses. That will make beating those 5 all the more impressive and harder to deny.”
Valora walks over and sits down next to her daughter and smirks. “Lemme tell you a secret. When they try to fuck you over.. They expect bitching. They expect whining. They expect Rob Riot to whine and cry ‘WHAT ABOUT ME?!!?! WHAT ABOUT RIOT!?!”
Val’s smirk remains as she winks. “What drives them nuts.. What makes them fuckin’ loco.. Is when you tell them to bring it the fuck on. Whether you win or lose the crowd will get behind you. The crowd.. Hija.. the crowd is power. Get them on your side and that’s the ballgame. Once the crowd is on your side, management might hate your fuckin’ guts.. But they gotta deal with you. If there is one sure way to success.. Hija.. it’s the crowd.. Whether you want their love or their fuckin’ rage and hate.. You gotta make sure they care about you.
Once I had the crowd.. Sault St. Marie fired me from Wrestling Midwest.. He was fired within days Hija. Cause he didn’t put a no compete clause on me and I went and took money that would have gone to WMW and gave it to another fed..
Jesse Styles.. Hated me at times.. Fuckin’ hated me. But he had to deal with me and when I demanded LeBron James money… he caved.. Because he didn’t want another fed to get my services and because he knew the money I would bring in would cover it.”
Abbigail giggles a bit. “You totally won, huh?”
Valora shrugs. “Well.. he got his say. He demanded I sign an exclusivity clause. He paid me LeBron James money and in return I wrestled only for NEW or in other feds with Jesse’s consent.. The crowd, hija.. I literally can’t give you better advice than to get a reaction from them.”
~Behind the Scenes~
~I Hate to say I told you so..~
~A day after the split~
~Portland, Oregon~
Abbigail couldn’t believe it. She stood there looking at the piece of paper. The TV screen in the hotel room was playing the news. CWF and AWS had ended their partnership. That was old news, a day or so old. But AWS had told Abbigail she was free to continue working with them. Now, this. AWS, had apparently decided that Abbigail was CWF talent and had cut her loose. And the only thing in her mind was her mother’s warning of not to burn bridges. The rage… built and built and finally she couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a scream..
A scream that shattered the glass containers on the counter which were luckily empty, a couple windows cracked and Abbigail blinked. “Well… that’s new.” She said.
The door opened and Valora walked in, Samantha behind her, both taking a look around and Valora sighed as Samantha nodded. “I’ll…take care of it.. We have the money.”
Abbigail walked over to the two of them. She couldn’t vocalize, just handed the letter to them. Valora read and smirked. “You got fired! Aww sweetie, I’m so proud of you!”
This was, as you might expect, not the reaction Abbigail was expecting. Samantha shrugged and looked at the letter. “I’m going to call AWS Talent Relations.”
Abbigail blinked. “Why? Think you can get me my job back?”
Samantha raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you want? Right now, they’ve breached your contract. They have to buy out your contract or they deal with me suing them into oblivion.”
Abbigail looked at Val who shook her head. “Do not force them to rehire you. Feds can and will try to injure talent they don’t want. This is where you are glad you listened to me. Blaise and Callie will rehire you.”
Samantha sighs. “Well, she never ended her contract with CWF. That works in our favor. So the conversation will be mostly a confirmation that she still wishes to compete for the CWF. I’d recommend an interview or some sort of public statement that you chose CWF. We can control the PR and say that when you had to choose between AWS and CWF, you chose CWF.”
Abbigail slumps to the ground. “I had just won the UK championship.. I was competing at home.. Now.. I’ll be mom’s age before we get back to the UK…”
Valora blinks. “HEY! Jesus fuckin’ Christo, I’m not fuckin’ ancient or shit!”
Valora smiles and sits next to her daughter holding her close. “I know it’s not always going to be the same but.. I’m an American citizen… you are an American citizen as well.. Until you get back to the U.K… learn about and embrace America. The fans here will love you if you let them.”
Abbigail smiled and nodded. “What about Miguel and Akame?”
Samantha nods. “ I will touch base with Ian and try to find out what his plans are.. Akame, being Blaise’s daughter.. I’m sure she will get a contract offer.. And Miguel Lanza Jr will as well. CWF will not miss a chance to steal away two top talents from AWS.”
Samantha’s phone beeps and she looks at it. “Oh…shit!” Valora and Abbigail look at her and Samantha continues. “You’ve been booked. Valor title match against Iro Waters.”
Valora laughs. “Ha Ha! That’s an easy win for you, chica! Cyber boy’
Abbigail nudges Valora. “I kinda like him.. He seems like a good guy. I think it will be a great match up.!” Abbigail stops in mid sentence and tilts her head to the side. “I…I think I have an idea for a promo. I need to call Akame.. We need to go shopping!”
Abbigail rushes out the door and Samantha turns to Valora, Valora is laughing. “Oh… I wouldn’t wanna be Iro right about now.. I almost feel sorry the poor fucker.. Almost.”
~On Camera!~
~The Long Awaited Promo!~
~Tech Noir Club~
~Portland, Oregon~
Okay, so she’s not inside the actual club.. It's a Green screen showing the club from the first Terminator movie. Iro Waters’ entrance theme of ‘Built to Last’ by the Protomen. Abbigail is wearing a leather jacket and tight, form fitting leather pants. Under the leather jacket, she wears an Ozzy Osbourne shirt. Her hair remains its natural black, with the trademark part of her bangs colored blue. She is bopping her head to the beat, snapping in time as she listens.
“Damn, Iro. Gotta tell you, your song is pretty cool. Point in your favor. Now. I’m told you, like me, came to Wrestling from another sport.”
Abbigail picks up a soccer ball and holds it out. “I was a footballer. Sadly, women can’t advance as far in football as they can in wrestling. Women like my mom, Valora. You remember her, right? She beat you. Twice. But women like my mom. Like Apathy. Like so many others cleared the way for the next generation. Like me. Like Tetsu Oni IV. That opportunity drew me here. Now with you, I’m told you played Rounders.. Err. baseball. It’s baseball here, Abby.”
Abbigail recovers and recomposes herself. “Baseball, but for some reason you can’t. Thus you got that cyber arm and ended up here. Again, where my mother beat you. Twice. And my…father. Beat you as well, because he decided you were a little too focused on my mother. Now. I bring them up, because I hope to be able to say this in a language you and your team might better grasp.”
Abbigail smirks and nods. “My mom and dad? They’re the prototype. Now in common parlance, a lot of people assume prototype is really good, ooo it’s a prototype.. I’s all very elite sounding.”
Abbigail nods. “It can be, to be sure. But Prototypes, more often than not are buggy. They’re the test project. The hopeful template for future, better generations. That’s me. I’m the next gen. Not necessarily better than my parents. They are both living legends and I am no where near that level…yet. But I am all they were, plus me. I am an improvement. My mother’s fearlessness. Her speed her fluid movement and agility.. My father’s wrestling skill..”
The screen changes to show the AWS Legacy Title. The AWS UK Title. The IKON Trios Title. Abbigail looks at them and nods. “The results are encouraging so far. Now, please hold, Iro. I have a message for my former employer, Charlie Feigel..”
Abbigail turns and narrows her eyes. “It appears Armand was right about you. You are a coward. I have the UK Belt. I have the Legacy belt. You want them back, send a AWS wrestler or put me back on the roster and let one of your talentless hacks try to come take them! Yo breached the contract we had. My agent will be getting in touch with you to discuss the penalty for that. Ta.”
Abbigail turns back to the camera. “Back to Iro. I’ve wanted that Valor title for so long. Since I first came here, actually. I’ve had that belt almost twice now and twice it just squirted out of my grasp. First.. Frank Windsor knocked me out and nearly killed me with a weapon given to him by Eddie Williams. The two of them have only begun to pay their karmic penalties for that.
The second time.. You were lucky enough to get a pinfall before my opponent tapped out and then time ran out. I don’t bear ill will on that. I lost fair and square. I can handle that. But.. I do not intend to let that belt get away from me a third time, Iro.”
Abbigail nods. “No.. it’s not getting away from me again. See, I went to Ikon. I went to AWS. I won titles only for some arrogant members of the roster here to discount them. “Not CWF titles.”
Abbigail produces a knife and cuts her palm, squeezing the blood. “I swear.. Iro.. on my blood and to the Goddess that I will not rest until every. Single. CWF title has a spot in my trophy case. Valor title is up first. I hope you’re ready because you’re good Iro. You are really a good fighter and a good talent here but..me?
I’m magic.” Abbigail says with a smile and a shrug as the promo ends and the video fades to black.