When will they Learn? Aug 14, 2016 12:21:18 GMT -6
Post by thewarchild on Aug 14, 2016 12:21:18 GMT -6
Where is she? I can feel her, why would I even consider this a good idea? Focus Joanna, focus, if I’m a dancing dominatrix fighting a deaf and blind opponent where would I...
Joanna Thade: Argh...
Okay kicking me in the shin might be a good way to keep me off guard but you don’t have to laugh at it Strife. Where is she?
Joanna Thade: Urrgh… Katalina I’m starting to think that the earplugs were a bad idea on my part.
Oh sure rub it in my face, I may not be able to hear or see you, damn this gimp mask, but I can still make out your tone and location.
Joanna Thade: AAAAHHH!
Yes! But did I take her off her feet? Nope, not there okay think Joanna, think. I can feel the ground, the air, her smell, ah Strife, your exuberant and intoxicating smell, and your light steps. There!
Okay that kick would have hurt, and you’re impressed. To be fair sister this is why I wanted this. You enjoy the game, the control, and I thrive in the confusion and thrill of combat. Goldie could do everything to push me, but the enjoyment you get from the control and power is what will push you to…
Joanna Thade: Yarp...Ahhh...Urrgh...Ow...Ow...OOOWWW!
The ground is not a friend that greets you with a hug. But then again you aren’t a sister that pretends everything is good to keep the peace. Instead you agreed to train for our match in a way most of your pets wouldn’t even consider. Thank you sister.
Joanna Thade: Argh!
I may have underestimated you enjoyment. That was a nice flourish and now you pick me up to try and end it? I think not! Stomach, doubled over chin, ribs, ribs, ribs. Ah ground,
Joanna Thade: Eat my knee Sister!
Damn it where did you go? Crap the mask, wait what? Ahh the light. Smart distraction and there go my legs. Even with an advantage she still plays dirty. Wait is that a step? Oh this is gonna hur...
Dear Journal, and the squad of repeat customers.
So Journal, Strife has proven to be not only a great sister, but perhaps the most sadistic of the three that shall be on display at Heatstroke. She took our little agreement and used it as a chance to remind me to be careful what I wish for. I thought training without sight or sound would be a good way to prepare for a match where sounds can be misleading and not everything is what it appears. After all Journal, no one knows what is in the case, it could be the bullet that changes an empire or the black spot the marks the end of the owners future. A mystery prize always draws the most cat, which curiosity is known to kill, and only satisfaction can bring back
And Satisfaction, Journal, oh that is something I’m almost guaranteed. For you see the field is stacked Journal, stacked full of possibilities that allow me to keep my word and still succeed. Winning the case would be just another mystery prize wasted on my shelf. I’m sure you’re well acquainted with the one I won at ACE right Journal? Yes that’s the one, for a golden belt that is now meaningless. See Journal that’s one of the many reasons I didn’t want to be in this match in the first place. I practically handed Silver Hammer the win and he still couldn’t get the job done. Maybe that’s why his love life is in shambles Journal. Hmm ah you think it’s a lack of blood flow since he couldn’t even bleed right? Well regardless he might want to seek medical help before he gets in the right with me again. Yes Journal, he’s in the match. No we didn’t draw, he beat...someone else to qualify while Goldie and I took on the King and his court Jester. Yes, that means he got another chance and someone lost to someone who couldn’t take a handout victory.
Come one Journal that’s not called for. Just because I don’t care about the outcome doesn’t mean he’s worthless. Everyone is welcome in Chaos and it is those that are weaker or unable to see that need the most help. Just because I offer something the easy way doesn’t mean people don’t want to take the hard way, and I admire that to an extent, really I just like the fight. Oh, come on Journal don’t say that...fine. Yes, I’m a blood hungry, sex addicted, SOCIOPATH, that likes to play with my food before getting bored with it. There are you happy? I really should just burn you sometimes Journal. Hmm? Oh the other competitors aside from Maxwell?
Rebecca Taint, Datura, Strife, and Massey. That’s correct, all but one of them I’ve beaten. Why else would I have addressed this to you and repeat customers? They’ve all had a chance and have been left wanting. Strife was a special circumstance as was Datura, but that is why I believe the odds are in my favor Journal. You see, aside from Strife beating the piss out of me, she and I came to an arrangement regarding out match that’ll allow us to compete in a more conducive way. Though Journal I’ll be honest, there’s more to it than my sister knows. Maybe I’ll tell her maybe I won’t.
Anyway, Journal, moving on I..um...oh? You think I shouldn’t both showing up? That’s odd, I mean I know I made the promise not to care but just not showing up? Well you’re right I can’t be tempted if I’m not there but I can’t keep my word to Strife as well. Why do I care? Oh Journal, you didn’t just ask me that? I care cause she’s my sister, she’s a horsewoman, the end of the world and promise of death aren’t enough to shake our conviction to each other. Talon is dealing with issues, she’s not left us. The Chosen are followers, not part of the sisterhood, sheep that need a leader to think for them, but still talented and good company. Stop it Journal! Why ask me this as I’m suppose to be thinking of weathering a storm almost tailor made for me?
I’m the one that thrives in battle, I’m the one that laughs at carnage, and moans for destruction. All out for themselves and watching over their shoulder, unable to see the true dangers around them. That is why I trained with Strife, so I would hone what already set me apart, what gives me the edge, what…
Ah I see Journal, you’re right. I can’t lose sight of my promises. And need to look back to understand the wake I leave. Sometimes Journal I forget how blind I can be always looking forward, and ignoring that there is a behind. Two very similar promises and only one victor, brings a smile to my face Journal. Thank you for reminding me of what’s important and what I can’t afford to lose.
To the rest of you, yes you five that I’ll face rather soon. I’ll address you in a more personal fashion before our glorious fun. Rebecca I hope you have moved past your materialism and inability to connect with your partner, but we’ll see. Maxwell, I really needn’t say anymore at the moment, you know what is coming, don’t leave me disappointed again. Miss Massey, we’ve never the pleasure, I hope you won’t take it personal that I keep my word and use even this amazing opportunity as a platform for my issues with management. I see you as a possible winner and would like to see what you do with such a prize. However, if you want to see who is the more unstable of the two of us, I assure you, you are not prepared to wage that war.
Lastly my two favorites to win. Datura, I still believe in you, still see greatness in you. I told Talon before your fateful encounter about the potential I saw back then, and you’ve only exceeded my expectations. Now you may have issues with my methods, or believe me to think less of you, you’re wrong. I expect you to win this event, you’ve all the tools, you just need to focus on what you want and achieve it. You can bring this company to a place few can, you are stronger than you give yourself credit for, so don’t think I’m underestimating you. Understand my fight, my frustration, and my hatred rest with management, not you.
Oh Strife, at last I address you here. Well thank you for our deal, and the training. Know that it is not an underestimation of you, or a doubt, that I think Datura will walk out with the case. It’s more of knowing your outlooks on life. Datura is a born survivor, and you, my sister, are a sadomasochist. You and I can both get caught up in the moment and go too far, get too lost in the enjoyment of that squared circle. I picked you for this event before it was announced, I knew this was for you and still believe you can win this. My loss is a mere formality with my issues being what they are, but you can claim the victory for us, sister, and that is my goal come HeatStroke. Keeping my word, first to the sheep that need guidance and someone that doesn’t falter when gold is dangled in front of them. And more importantly my word to you. We’re sisters, and you’ve done more for the sisterhood than I have, so let us work together for you to have your moment in the light.
Do I really want to do this, this way? Well there isn’t much of a choice is there? Strife always does it like this, informal, phone camera, and such sophistication. Gah, I miss Pandora and Luca, but part of the move I guess, all on me to tell these puppets who exactly is pulling their strings.
Is that the record button? Hmm Well I look like I just crawled out of bed now don’t I? What is that? Damn Goldie marked me! How am I supposed to address my opponents with a hickey like that on my neck? Then again...my shoulder, ribs, legs, forearms... can’t tell the love marks from the battle ones. Silly me getting worked up over bruises, but how menacing can I be with the evidence of last night staring everyone in the face. Oh there’s the button!
Joanna Thade: Visionaries of Wrestling, VoW, the true future of this industry we call a hobby, a job, a sport. HeatStroke is on the horizon and yet it seems this company may be facing the dusk of its current era, only to have the dawn of a new one thrust upon it. Oh don’t act so shocked I’d start here, my dear sheep and meatsacks, I’m merely pointing out how interesting this little pay-per-view may be. Of course we may end up with the same ol’ same ol’ depending on how much the King is willing to sacrifice.
That’ll get their attention, but I can’t dottel, I’ve only so much time on this stupid phone. And it looks as though someone texted me. No bother, Goldie’s due home soon, and she’ll be in the mood to train for our matches. She knows my opinion on mine and even though she disagrees with it, she promised to support me when I set my mind to something. She’s a better woman than anyone gives her credit for her. Not the time, refocus and keep talking.
Joanna Thade: But that is for Goldie to deal with, my focus lies where it has ever since Fate of the Gods, with management. While I do thank you for keeping to my plan of having two horsewomen in this event, to better our odds of winning, I can’t help but notice it isn’t Goldie at my side. Do you really think, oh great managers, that putting a mystery prize in front of me would make me forget what I swore? Forget the carnage I promised? The, ironically, vow I made? You are the worst kind of meatsacks, ones that have been on the fire too long and even steak sauce can’t help, retire, leave, or for once listen to what I say. I will not fight seriously for your enjoyment, until Emma Carlisle and Joanna Thade are together against the paper champions that have proven it’s better to be lucky that skilled several times.
Will they listen? Doesn’t matter, I’m going to use HeatStroke as my canvas to paint a picture Management and the world won’t forget. I like looking into my eyes when I feel this way, the passion, conviction, unwavering finality, eat your heart out world. None come close, not even Goldie, to that look of mine, maybe that’s how I won Goldie over. But time to get to the fun part, my opponents.
Joanna Thade: Now on to the victims management has set before me. Hello ladies...and Silver Hammer, glad you could join me for thirty minutes of your worst nightmare. Now with the new rules in place if I really want to stack the deck, I’d just beat Strife over the head with a chair for thirty minutes, each strike earning her a point and costing me one. Now why would someone like me throw away a chance at the King? Simple you ignorant peasants, chance, as you see isn’t guaranteed.
I could go against my word and try to win, casting a shadow that no horsewomen could hope to match, and prove those beneath me right about how little my word means. I could stab my sister in the back and no one would bat an eye because of who I am. And considering only Massey hasn’t suffered defeat at my hands, it isn’t too hard to believe that history not only repeat itself, but also get more graphic. Sure we’re all better than when we last faced off, each week we as individuals and a company raise our game. Yet, of all of us that have achieved, NOTHING, of substance, I’m still the one you all either fear or hate. I fought the King and his Jester just two weeks ago and now am thrust in with the future.
That’s right, we’re the future, Datura, Strife, Massey, and myself all are a breed that Taint and Maxwell just can’t fathom. We’ve suffered, been ripped apart, stitched ourselves back together, and returned more twisted and stronger for the inconvenience. Time to lay into them all.
Joanna Thade: Taint, Maxwell, I’m glad you’ve made it this far, and will showcase what you’re capable of in a match that has the potential to highlight a career. Sad as it is to say the actual Brides will wipe the floor with you bridesmaids, yes Maxwell you’re a bridesmaid, because all that doubt and self loathing is unmanly. You have the most growth ahead of you if you want to succeed, it’s possible, you just need to give yourself over to the flow of the world instead of trying to hammer it down and force your way through. Life rarely goes the way you want it, so go with the flow, let life dictate your happiness, don’t force it because it’s easy.
Taint, okay it’s your last night I’ll be nice. Saint, do you really think winning a case meant for a future opportunity in a company you’re leaving is a smart use of your time? So you get to claim being better than five of their unsuccessful members, you’ll do nothing but prove that it’s not the facts that matter it’s the perception of them that does. Woohoo you win a match and rob the rest of us of a chance to do something, but in your hands that case is useless. I have a case exactly like that, a shot at the heavyweight title of a company that went under. You know what I do with it? Use it as a damned paper weight, and a reminder that just because you get invited to the big dance, isn’t the same as being Queen of said dance. I wish you well and hope the door hits you on the way out, I may not care about the result but I will beat Strife within an inch of her life with Hephty if I have to, to keep you from leaving the company with a case you can’t use! Think of the hypocrisy you would be leaving on, and ask yourself if you stand for anything?
Might have sounded convoluted as all hell, but it’s true. She WILL NOT win at Heatstroke and I don’t care if I have to kick Maxwell in the balls and let him win for it to happen. You don’t walk out of a place with a case like that. The company failed before I had the chance, I’m not letting her deny VoW the opportunity of sudden change because it’ll be a nice piece she ignores on her resume. Hmm almost cracked the phone from my grip. Might want to move on to someone else.
Joanna Thade: Next to what some deem my equal and crazed counterpart. Greetings Miss Massey.
A nice curtsy should bring a smile to the Lady Joker, interesting moniker but one I’d love to put to the test later. HeatStroke is for other purposes, not my own enjoyment sadly.
Joanna Thade: I hope your laugh is as daunting as your nickname suggests and look forward to seeing what game you imply. One of my picks to win this match I hope you understand if I stand in your way from a prideful, and sisterly, stance. I removed my name from the running after Fate of the Gods, and yet management seems to have a sense of humor I’d like to remove. But that doesn’t mean I’ll just lay down from someone as interesting as you. I’ve hedged my bets and know the outcome I want, you most certainly will be a challenge but considering our mutual love of pain, I think I can keep you busy for thirty minutes without too much effort. You’re skill at the game is one I could learn from, while you and Strife have similar approaches, you also have a small tendency to over commit, something I enjoy abusing. We’re both wildcards and like to have a style that is hard to predict, like our minds. So miss Massey, let the blood flow and let’s dance, I’m sure the straitjacket shuffle is something you’re familiar with.
A few jokes and a laugh always worth it when addressing someone willing to forgot right and wrong for a win. Massey isn’t underestimated, she and I both would have cells next to each other if it weren’t for VoW. We both deserve to be locked up and should be, but where I want to fix society she’d rather use it as a huge game. Proof that the mind is the world's biggest mystery. But who wins in a battle of ideas? The laughing prankster, wanting to make the world smile at its own hypocrisy? Or the bloodthirsty Horsewomen, that wages and unending war against the society that marked them both for the Asylum? A question for another time, and I’m sure those watching have noticed my thought filled silence.
Joanna Thade: Down to two, well Datura, second to last here, first to win in my own mind. You’ve everything you need to succeed and have found yourself more and more as time has gone on. This isn’t the first time you’ve fought me, and sadly I still can’t give you the match you deserve. I won’t apologize for keeping my word, but I will say you deserve a chance at me one on one, and if management wants to grant that before they heed my words, I will obliged. I don’t like standing in your way come HeatStroke, but you can handle it, you almost did the last time and while you can spout your hate of me, at least you’ve found your fire. You see Datura, that’s what it means to be a horsewomen. You are the force of change, the agent of Chaos, of growth. Sometimes people embrace you because they finally see the truth, but more often than not, you’re hated, loathed, insulted, chastised, all and all told you’re opinion is meaningless, your words are empty, and you are a fraud.
Still missing the point? Come on you, you, are actually smart enough to figure this out. That’s it Datura, think about it, yes. Even if they hate you, that hate motivates them to prove you wrong, ushering change and growth. Look at what you’ve done since you believe I insulted you, tell me that isn’t amazing. You Datura, can go farther than I, than Strife, for we walk with darkness to bring the light, you can be that light, if only you believed in yourself. Datura, you are your biggest hurtle, get past that and you will hold gold, preach to the masses, and hold the world in the palm of your hand. But doubt yourself, and I’ll crush you just for being in the same ring as me. I’ve a promise to keep, that doesn’t mean I’ll show you mercy. Prove me right Datura, show me that the world is not lost!
Oh thank the gods I have long hair. War, so impassioned she shed a tear? Oh Strife wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. But I hope I’m right. Datura and Strife are the real contenders for this case. Management may have put me in here in hopes of detouring Strife, but my sister deserves her time and glory. I just need to let her know how much she means to me.
Joanna Thade: To Strife, Katalina, my sister. Thank you for all you’ve done. You showed me my strengths, abused my weaknesses, and defied all societal standards. You, my sister, are simply amazing and deserving of this case. After I fought you and our sisters, I told you of an event I wanted you to win, we here we are. While I’d rather be with Death, painting the Norfolk Scope red with Neon blood, fate, and VoW management have seen to deny me that. I may predict Datura to win, but I know you’re my most dangerous opponent. We’ve made sure to keep things competitive, but I know that doesn’t mean you’ll pull your punches.
So my dear sister, I will let you know my secret I kept from you. I didn’t ask for the deal in hopes of making things easier for me, removing an opponent, or to set you up for a stab in the back. No, sister, I did it so that if given the chance, I can return the favor you’ve done for months. Death and I have been too wrapped up in our own mess to repay you for your hard work so let this match be my attempt at that. I know that somethings will be out of our control, it’s the code we live by, but my promise to you is to do what I can that you get the glory that is owed to you. You’ve beat me, kicked me, punched me, all week as we prepared for this match, so you know just how resilient I am. I’m not underestimating you sister, I just know that like Datura, you get in your own way sometimes, but this time I can help.
Katalina, the sister I never expected, yet the one that means the most to me. She gave me a job, doesn’t shy away from me, and looks at my scars all knowingly. If I win, I’d like to hand the case to her, but I don’t see VoW allowing that. But that’s the fun part, they’ve fucked up by putting me in this match. They should have listened.
Joanna Thade: With that said, I turn my attention to the enemy. Management you’ve not listened to my warning, you’ve outright ignored it. So let me make one thing clear. Disqualifications mean loss of points correct? Well when you’re precious Visionaries are carted out on stretchers and I’m standing in the ring with negative points, who is the real winner? The ones out of action with a case that could do exactly the same, or the one that proved she won’t dance just because the puppeteer wanted her to? Give me what I want, soon, or face the consequences. Everyone sees that I’ve kept my word, I’m just that much better than the scraps you put in front of me. Three singles victory when I couldn’t have given a damn about what happens, let’s see if five opponents hold better odds.
I will leave a bucket of blood in that ring at HeatStroke and you can look in the mirror for who to blame. Don’t like it? Disagree? DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! Stop sending lackeys, and self loathing shells to do the dirty work. Even your King couldn’t silence me. So when the dust settles at HeatStroke and I’ve had my fun, understand I’m just getting started. A mystery opportunity isn’t enough for me to break my VoW. I will wage war on this company unless Goldie and I stand side by side in that ring, and there isn’t a member in the locker room that I won’t send to the hospital to prove it.