Bring the Motherfucking Ruckus

Mm, winning. THAT is the second greatest high, if you ask me. The greatest one is putting smiles upon people’s faces, which warms my heart. I could see those smiles after beating Dustin Holt this past Breakthrough, they all perked up after that pin was counted. It was frankly a beautiful moment, at least to me.  Kincaid would also know how that feels to the grandest degree possible in VoW, since he pinned our World Champion that same night. Now, by that, you could consider that for once, a Champion could be the underdog going into the pay-per-view. I’ve never even met the World Champion face to face, let alone had and won a match with him. The closest to that I’ve ever gotten was that one time where I faced Ziu Zhong for what is currently my Zero Gravity Championship. But, as evidenced on Twitter to the future Xcel Champion Zahara Matisse (no offense Ms. Chapin,) I’ve had enough of talking about the past.

Act I – A Kind Of Magic

Location: Outside Zahara Matisse’s hotel room near the arena of this past Breakthrough.

Ironically, what I’m going to do here is nothing but talk about my past, and speaking of the cute magician, that’s who’s gonna hear about it. She’s closest to my place anyway. In the normal casual wear, consisting of a normal blue T-shirt covered by a “Moicelle x Jones = My OTP 4ever” hoodie, black denim jeans, and a red Converse and a black Converse, because Harley Quinn shout out. I approach Ms. Matisse’s hotel door, and hesitate for just a moment before knocking a couple times. The door is opened after a few moments, and I get the nicest smile from Zahara when she's seen.

"Hello, Katie.  What brings you over this way?"

“I needed to talk to you about the info I dropped upon you on Twitter. I figured you’d like to know more about that straight from the horse’s mouth rather than read about it on a faceless screen.”

The magician nods, remembering all that was expressed and how she thought to herself how hard that must have been for me. It really was, too, I was almost in tears, though Zahara knows that all too well.

"Certainly.  Come in."

She steps aside, giving me room to enter.  In contrast to my casual look, Zahara was in black trousers, a pearl-colored silk blouse and black boots.  She offers me a seat before taking one herself.

“So… um, before I start, if I did actually have Asperger’s Syndrome, would you still like me?”

For a moment, Zahara looks at me as though she was neither seeing nor hearing me clearly.  With a shake of her head and that bright smile quickly returning, Zahara reached out and rested her hand on mine.

"Katie, I mean this with the utmost love and respect, but that's crazy talk.  Why in the world should something like that stop me from wanting to be your friend?  You were my friend before you made me aware of it and that's not changing now."

“Why? I don’t know, I guess I’m just really paranoid about stuff like that. High school was a lot more unforgiving than I’d like to make it out to be, what with my successful past over there and what not.”

"High school was hard for me as well, though in a different way.  My friends didn't like that I had no time to hang out with them because of homework and sports and all that, so they just drifted away.  If it weren't for Farrah, I wouldn't have had any friends that stuck around.  Different for us both, but the hurt is the same."

Sitting foward a little, Zahara gives me a moment to consider what's been said and I guess to let me mind calm a bit before she continues.

"You're stuck with me, Katie.  Same as you are with Zelda, Tyler, little Elena, Farrah and especially Stacy."

The last name is delivered with another smile.

"We're here to stay.  And that means you won't be alone anymore.  Ever."

“I certainly hope so.”

That’s really all I could say. The one thing I had come to talk about was already shot down, but if I left now, this would have been a rather awkward visit. I could certainly ask if she’s sure, but then I’d feel like I’m repeating myself.

“Ever?”

"Ever."

She still smiled, did the young magician, but there was this seriousness to her gaze then.  The kind seen when she was in the ring and knew the moment had arrived to throw down. I should probably not push her that far, but it’s almost like there’s no shaking that smile of hers. I wish I could say the same for myself, but… oh, gosh dang it! Why is it that every time stuff like this happens, tears fall from my eyes? Every time! I lay my head back and sniffle to keep the snot from falling out my nose, which would be a nasty look. I say nothing, because it feels like my throat closes up every time I cry. Before I get too deep into my tears, though, I feel Zahara move. Next thing I know, she's got her arms around me and my face pressed against her shoulder. Not a word said...just someone trying to be a friend on instinct.  I'm not sure how to react at first, but...

"Let it out, Katie.  This is the sort of thing friends are for.  Just keep going till you feel done."

One side of my brain thought it was a silly thing to say, as if crying was a simple, ordinary task.  Then the other side realized she was right and I let myself lean in a little. I let out a little grunt before taking a deep breath just to calm down so I can actually speak.

“You have… n--no id-- idea how good… that makes me f-feel.”

I manage to blubber out before taking another deep breath.

"We all need it sometimes.  Even me, the girl who smiles all the time.  Sometimes I have to just let the tears out until they decide to stop."

She gave me time to get it out of my system before leaning back a little and bringing her hand up under my chin so that I was looking into her eyes.

"Stacy, Zelda, Ty...they'll all tell you the same, because they've had hard times just like you and just like me.  Maybe not the same type, but difficult all the same.  And just like right here and now, they'll have open arms waiting when you need them.  Stacy especially."

Man, she’s insanely right. There is nothing saying anything to prove her wrong. I can’t say anything to prove her wrong. Zahara’s right, that’s what I’m trying to say. But, I’ll need a bit before I do any more moving.

Act II – Real Solution

Location: Stacy Jones’s place, New York.

Date: March 22nd, 2016

Ever since the card to the pay-per-view was posted, two questions have been circling around in my mind: “Who will survive and what will be left of them?” and “When should I call Mikey to ask him about being the best man for the wedding?” The former is because every time I hear the World Champion’s theme, it makes more and more sense to me, and the latter is because… well, I’d need a best man.

I should ask the latter first, because I’d really like it if Stacy were there when I ask Mikey. You know, for moral support and the like. I’m dressed in the normal casual garb for me, a nice Sega shirt, sporting their consoles from Master System to Dreamcast, blue jeans, and my Harley Quinn-colored Converses. Stacy is dressed in a pair of white sneakers, a pair of plain black skin tight leggings and a plain black sports bra as she's planning on going out for a training session in the next hour or so, which I plan to follow her to after this phone call that I need to make.

"Hey honey, check this one out...this looks like a nice dress for the bridesmaids...what do you think?"

She says as she shows me the page of the wedding magazine she's looking at.

“It’s a nice green dress, a bit low cut for my tastes, frankly, but now that I’m envisioning it, it WOULD look rather nice on the bridesmaids. I say we show it to them and see what they think.”

I readjust myself from the indian style of sitting I was in to a more natural position upon the couch.

"Oh yeah of course, I'd never dream of getting something that they wouldn't want to wear..."

She flicks through the pages some more before finally closing it and letting her head drop back against the dark brown leather couch as she lets out an elongated sigh.

"Jeez, sorting stuff out for a wedding is hard!"

Looking back up to me, she scoots over and wraps her arms around me, resting her legs over mine.

"Have you spoken to Michael yet about being your best man?"

“Oh… no, I haven’t yet. I should get on that sometime before September. Thank you for reminding me, sweetums!”

I pull out my phone and pull up my older brother’s number, which I’ll refrain from putting because of privacy reasons. I press down upon the little phone symbol thing and his phone starts to ring.

"Wouldn't you rather ask him face to face? It's a pretty big thing after all..."

“You know, that’s a really good point, but I’m in New York and he’s stuck in Nashville. You think I should wait until I see him?”

"It's up to you honey, maybe it may be best if you ask him over the phone now that I think about it because we don't know when we'll next be in Tennessee..."

The phone rings some more, now I’m actually worried that he won’t answer. He’d better.

“Don’t worry, Stace… I’ve a plan, actually.”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Mikey, do you think Pepsi is a bit more brown than Coke?”

“I think they’re about the same, actually.”

Mikey and I share a couple light chuckles.

“How are you, sis?”

“I’m feeling better since this last Thursday, hows you?”

“Well, my neck has a crick in it. The music’s gotten pretty good, though.”

“That’s… a mixed bag, actually.”

“Yeah, that was the point, Kathryne.”

My brother still has that ever-dry sense of humor.

“Alright, so I was wondering, when is your next day off?”

“My next… it’s actually Good Friday. Why do you ask?”

“I was wondering if you could come up and visit us? I actually have something really important to ask you in regards to the wedding.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. Where will you be then?”

"Tell him I say hi!"

“Hey, Ms. Jones.”

“You hear him, Stace?”

"I do yeah, you can call me Stacy you know Michael! I am going to officially be part of your family by September anyway!"

“Yeah, I knew that. Just being polite.”

Mikey sounds like he’s nothing but smiles.

“So, Katie, where will you two be on Friday?”

"Tell him we'll still be here in New York..."

“I think we’ll still be in New York, brother.”

“Alrighty, sweet. I’ll see you two Friday then.”

“And we’ll see you Friday. Love you!”

“Love you, too, sis.”

He hangs up, always first one to do so.

“Alright, so now what?”

"Uhhhh...I don't know, is there anything you want to do?"

“Er…”

Before I can actually think of an answer, I sit contemplatively before pretending to stroke a beard.

“Wedding rings?”

Letting out an excited squeal, she leans towards me and gives me a passionate kiss, smiling as she stares deep into my eyes.

"Sounds perfect..."

“Just like you are.”

I put on a sly smile before I go to search up ‘wedding rings’ and immediately, up pops over millions of results.

"Wow...that's a lot of rings..."

“I know, right? Goodness, that was overwhelming, and my phone screen isn’t small either.”

"Might wanna narrow our search down...not sure how we can do that, I don't think they have special wedding rings for same sex couples..."

“Well, I do know they have video game themed rings.”

"Honey, I know we're both gaming nerds...you moreso than me...but I'm not really too keen on the idea of video game themed rings. Sorry, stuff like that just doesn't sit well with me, it doesn't feel special to me..."

“Well… what does feel special to you, dear?”

"I'm old school with this kind of thing, traditional...you know?"

“Now I do. I just thought something like that would be cute, really.”

I take a moment before continuing.

“So, traditional, then?”

"Yeah..."

As I continue browsing, I can feel her eyes burning into the side of my head and I can sense she wants to get something off of her chest. I glance over to her briefly before I keep looking before stopping and looking up, and to my left.

“Is there something you’d like to say, Ms. J?”

She sighs, staring deep into my eyes with a slight look of concern on her face.

"Katie, you know I love you more than anything in the world, right?"

I return the question with a quizzical look.

“Y… yes, ma’am, why do you ask?”

Again, another sigh from her, where is this conversation leading?

"Ty told me about your little visit to him the other week...why didn't you tell me about it?"

Oh… that.

“Because I… uh… I figured that… er…”

I’m honestly drawing a blank here, for I have no idea.

“Uh… I figured that you didn’t want to… deal with… that.”

Stroking my hair, she smiles softly as she once again stares deep into my eyes.

"Honey, I know that I've had my problems with Winter...but I want you to know that you can come to me about anything. If you're going through pain, I want to be there for you to help you through it because that's what you do when you're in love..."

She wraps my head in a tight hug, and her left arm muffles my mouth.

“I know that, but I guess I thought at the time Tyler knew better. I figured he knew how to deal with it better than almost anybody.”

I really couldn’t have put that worse, if she even understood anything I said.

"Naturally Ty and Zel are more familiar with Winter than I am, but I'm your fiancée Katie...and I want you to know that I will always be here for you, no matter what..."

“Aww.”

I’m still muffled by Stacy’s arm, and I’m not sure if that makes things more adorable or more awkward.

"And I don't want you to ever forget that okay..."

She breaks away from me and plants another big passionate kiss on me, this time using a little bit of tongue which gets me a little flustered. Mmm…

“Yes… puddin’.”

Suddenly, she bursts into laughter as she puts her left arm over my shoulders and takes hold of my left hand with her right and interlocks our fingers together.

"You truly are my Harley Quinn, and I wouldn't want to change it for the world..."

“And likewise, you are my Joker, except you don’t use me for personal gain. That and you actually do love me as much as I love you.”

I pull Stacy closer to me before I suddenly stop, causing her to look at me with a bit of concern.

"Are you okay, hon?"

“Weren’t… weren’t we supposed to be looking at wedding rings?”

"Pfft! We've got till September...and we’re all alone here since Ty and Zel are still out with Elena..."

“Hmm… good point.”

That sly smile crosses my mouth again. Needless to say, Stacy and I had a damn fine time that night.

Act III – Only Time, Young Blood

Location: My house, that one place in my backyard where I used to do entire packages.

Date: March 24th, 2016. About 3:00 PM CDT.

This is a bit of a homecoming, so to speak. This is the exact place where I did my first ever thing related to Visionaries of Wrestling, one year ago, to the day. Heck, almost to the hour, even. This is where I said I’d need a jacket for Canada because it was going to be cold there, and forgot that Canada was closer to the North Pole than Tennessee was, because… uh… well, I couldn’t tell you, honestly. In hindsight, it was probably just a momentary lapse of judgment on my part. The patch of grass where I looked at last year’s Nothing Else Matters card and saw that I was facing a cocky Chicagoan who would end up losing Quest For The Case to never be seen again, a large Irish guy who liked to beat people up in bars even though he SHOULD be in jail, which is probably where he is, now… and a then-future Zero Gravity Champion who has gotten one win that I can remember in the past year since making a certain little puppy tap. That little puppy was me, who at the time had absolutely no idea what she was doing in there, as I’ve stated several times before. Fast forward an entire year, and I’m arguably one of the biggest success stories in VoW history, while the other three are either not with the company or struggling in it. Not to put Noodle Boy down or anything, but he has the potential to win things. However, that’s not the point, the point is a year ago, who would have thought that Katie Moicelle would be where she is now, especially after tapping to ol’ PJ? Who would have said, “That brunette girl is going to be Zero Gravity Champion this time next year?” I lay in that patch of grass, much like years past when I was still trying to find a foot in this fine company. It had gotten really nice weather-wise in Crossville, so I was in rather short sleeved casual wear, just a blue Sonic the Hedgehog shirt with my Zero Gravity Title around my waist so it looks like Sonic’s mouth is being muffled, and my old track shorts from my senior year, which still fit perfectly. No shoes or anything, because the feeling of freshly mowed grass feels absolutely fantastic on my feet.

“Alex Kincaid. I remember the first time you called me out for my title. You congratulated me on winning it, and that it’s all you’ve been thinking about since coming back to VoW. I never properly thanked you for your congratulations; but I had other family matters to attend to, namely a certain Psycho and a certain grandmother. But, you have no idea how happy your congratulating me made me feel. You were one of the first, really, and for that, I thank you. I understand it’s nearly three months late, but I also never had the chance of speaking with you until now.”

I put my arms behind my head, and take a bit of a breath. The camera cuts to a side view of me.

“Yes, I’m sorry that I had to beat Tyron for the title, as he was closing in on one hundred days with it, and had it not been for a certain Robinson messing with everything, I’m sure Tyron would still be Zero-Gee Champ, closing in on two hundred days, and I wouldn’t even be on the pay-per-view card, but no offense to Tyron, but I think I’ve made Zero Gravity a title to chase for again.”

The camera cuts to a view of the end of my house. There’s an air conditioner surrounded by plywood to keep the cat from getting out of my room, surrounded by fake red window flaps and nothing but grey elsewhere on the building. I get up to my feet to interrupt the view.

“I don’t say this enough, but I’m really super duper proud to represent Visionaries of Wrestling as it’s Zero Gravity Champion. I understand it’s no World Title, or Xcel Title, but Zero-Gee to me represents growth and hope, as I’ve said in packages past against Julius Brooks; growth in that to achieve higher things, I have to keep growing better and stronger than I was before, and hope in that one day, I hope… to achieve higher things, like a future World Title run or maybe breaking all sorts of records with Zero-Gee. The possibilities are endless, really. I would say that, but I have to get past you first, and no, I don’t expect this to be a cakewalk. With the fact looming that you defeated the World Champion to get here, fuckin’ please! This is going to be difficult, one of the hardest matches I’ve ever taken part in, and I mean no exaggeration by that. It’s like I’m actually facing Casanova English and I’ve stolen his title, because you’re only as good as your previous opponent, right? Wouldn’t that mean this match is Casanova English vs. Dustin Holt, or Kincaid vs. Dustin Holt, or English vs. Katie Moicelle, for that matter?”

I shrug with a rather confused look crossing my face.

“I don’t know, I’ve never understood that phrase, anyone can beat anyone else at any given time, as we’ve both demonstrated more than once, and that we both hope to demonstrate again at the pay-per-view. Hopefully that much is apparent. But, Kincaid, I see you as a great challenge, and you have certainly built yourself up that way, but I also see that every challenge is overcome eventually. Even when things seem their bleakest, even when the situation seems it’s most dire, especially when I’m seen as the underdog…”

I point towards myself with much pride.

“I always… overcome. Maybe not immediately, maybe not within a year, but I do see that every challenge is overcome before moving on from it. Take for example my loss to Winter: I lost by pinfall, and I eventually want to get that loss back. It didn’t happen last Breakthrough, it’s not going to happen directly come the pay-per-view, though Stacy is more than capable of making that wolf bleed from every orifice imaginable and making sure she at least leaves the remains for me to scavenge. For now until I get another shot at my Orphanage sweep, that bridge remains burned, but it’s the only one. I still remember my loss to Ace Watson or Heath Williams or even Ziu Zhong immensely well. I’d gladly face them again, and win or lose, I’ll learn a lot from them while I’m at it.”

I take one more breath for one final push of emotion.

“If I lose to you, I’ll learn a bit and I’ll obviously want that rematch, which then we’ll really see if you’re beyond this level or if I need to move up myself. Not that I’m not stepping up my game now and forever, but I’m bringing attention to it now, because that’s what I need to do to beat you; get on a World Title level. Not a Zero Gravity level, not an Xcel level. I need to prep for this like I’m going in against fucking Casanova English, which is why I make the “you’re only as good as you’re last opponent” comparison, because for this one match, it makes all the sense in the world. Anything less, and we have a new Zero Gravity Champion named Alex Kincaid.”

I unstrap the Zero-Gee Title from my waist and hold it up to the camera.

“Alex Kincaid, at Nothing Else Matters, you’d best bring your A-game, because you know that I will, without a doubt. Let’s follow the Wu-Tang Clan’s advice and BRING THE MOTHERFUCKING RUCKUS!”