Post by Katie Moicelle on Sept 24, 2016 22:01:47 GMT -6
About darn time… Seriously, that was over a year and a half in the making, and made for an all right late birthday present, and it didn’t even show up until days after the next card went up. Speaking of, I have a bit of a problem with how this company is marketing my next match…
“…looks to get back on track…” Back on track? I thought I was “back on track” when I beat Patrick Jones? Then again, I thought I was “back on track” when I beat Jessica Mathis, too, and look how that ended up…
On that note, do you understand how hard it is to live with the fact that I was the only person stupid enough to let a championship slip through my fingers because I had to think honor was still alive and well? Do you understand why I’ve not been myself recently? Do you understand why Katie Moicelle as you know her is and has to be dead and is only alive in name only? I’ve not been “crying” like that stupid idiot Tristan Ambrose told me. I’ve been trying to better myself. Harden myself up. Have I been going about it the wrong way? Yeah, maybe so, but that should never EVER detract from the fact that I’m still trying to improve. I’ve got a lot of work left to do.
Act I – Vloggers
Date: September 23rd, 2016
Location: Underground Residence
Claire and I decided tonight to do a vlog. Of what exactly, I’m not entirely sure, but hey, I’ve never actually done a vlog before, so this is something new, as she promised me she’d do every day. Down she walked from the store on the steps in nothing but her underwear. It was somehow hot today, so I don’t exactly blame her… but it was cooler down here, about 63 degrees Fahrenheit. Needless to say, that doesn’t bode well for a half nude Claire-Bear. The first thing she reaches for is a shirt letting out a burr noise before throwing it on. I can't help but giggle though when she twists up the bottom of it and sends it up through the shirt collar leaving her midriff completely exposed again.
"What? It's like wearing a vest. Just gotta have the feels of wearing something."
She assures me before leaning down to kiss my lips.
"So we ready?"
“Ready as I’ll ever be, dear.”
I set up the laptop in a position that shows… or would show our faces once Claire sits on the bed.
“You think of any introductory lines?”
She ponders resting her head over my shoulder watching as we both enter the frame. I haven't started recording yet so this is fine.
"What's up masses? You've come to the home of Litteon? You know, like...mixed nicknames or something?"
“Err… I’m not too sure about the mixed-names… Anything else?”
I lower the laptop lid as I say that. She shrugs and tries again.
"Turn down cute avenue, come down the stairs of sweetness, and you find the two lovingest loving love couple ever?"
She laughs at her own little title bringing a hand to my arm gently stroking along it.
“We’re almost there… one more, I can feel this next one’s gonna be good.”
A minor chuckle escapes my lungs as I prepare the stuff. This is a bit more complicated than it seems.
"How about..."
She looks down at the bit of shirt material she has sticking up between her breasts and giggles tugging it up more.
"We're the Shirt Tales and we're here to wuv you."
Another giggle from Claire as she comes closer toward me tickling my chin with her shirt before flexing it up and down speaking in a somewhat squeaky voice.
"Hello, miss, my you sure are cute."
I can't help it as I start laughing still feeling Claire tickling my chin with her shirt I can barely hear anything else she has to say. Doesn't seem to matter much since soon all she does is smile watching me as she continues tickling.
“Darn, sweetie… anyway, shall we?”
Webcam: On (I think)
"Hi, everyone!"
Claire cheerfully greets with a wave before resting her head along my shoulder.
"Claire Lisa Montes here.”
She giggles before looking up my way. I smile as I rest my head on hers.
“And the future Kathryne Daniels beside her.”
She giggles bringing a hand down on my lap giving it a few gentle squeezes.
"We're here to fill you in on what's been up with our..."
She pauses a moment, I don't know why but I feel her shake her head some and take a breath before continuing.
"Life. Katie, what's been happening? Spare no details."
“I think it’s better if people hear your side first. You know that not many people get to hear the managers’ side of things.”
I stroke Claire’s hand with my thumbs as I say every word of that.
"Okay."
She continues to smile as she snuggles in close.
"My baby's ready to fight, for one thing. In the ring she's gonna show everyone exactly why she's the dominant force not to be messed with. You think you saw trouble before? Well now this is trouble with a capital "Oh no, here she comes". Katie's gonna wreck every one of you who thinks you can mess with her. I'm gonna be there too, to slap the taste from anyone's mouth and then Zebe will turn all super mechazoid and fire missiles and Katie will be pinning ash!"
Again, I can’t help but laugh a bit… she’s so excited, she’s so creative.
“Even Blink?”
"Especially Blink. She thinks she's so fast...I developed a pink seeking missile and it's either going to be hitting her head or..."
She twists her lip a little before continuing.
"Either way, her days are so gonna be numbered."
“I appreciate the vote of confidence, sweetheart, trust me… but…”
Ooh, should I tell her?
Yeah.
“I thought Blink was one of your best friends?”
She laughs a little more burying her face against my chest. What's with her?
"You also thought we were recording."
I look over to the webcam, and I notice…
I never turned the thing on.
I say nothing, and just let my facial expression do the talking. It’s a mix of “boy, don’t I feel dumb?” and “why didn’t anyone tell me?” I take a breath before my smile… kind of forms before I softly laugh and place my hand on the bridge of my nose.
"Sorries."
There's her apology, but it comes in such a playful tone that I'm not certain of she's truthful or not. Still, it's hard not to forgive her as she snuggles in hugging my waist tightly.
"Truth is, you're gonna do great out there, Katie."
After that match with PJ, I certainly hope she’s right. Though, really… has she ever led me wrong before? We can get this vlogging thing right next time.
The Words to the Opponent
Date: September 25th, 2016
“Blink, you are a kind soul, you are one of my fiancée’s best friends, and I’m well aware you had nothing with putting my future tag team partner out of commission, but it seems as though you’ll have to be the first... second... to receive the Cure. For the past 100 days, I’ve seen that nearly every single person in this company needs some kind of Cure, and for the last 100 days, it’s been eating away at me. It’s been gnawing at my brain like a zombie. And I hate zombies.”
“Yeah, I beat Patrick Jones. No, it wasn’t a cakewalk. I never said it would be a cakewalk, either. And no, I don’t feel like smiling. That’s what lost me the opportunity to be called the only two time Zero Gravity Champion in history. That’s what lost me the chance to say ‘I put myself into the VoW record books.’ That’s why I am not and cannot be the happy go lucky Katie Moicelle you all know and love.”
“But, that’s not the point here. The point is you, Blink. I understand how loyal you are to Katalina. I understand that should mean after what she did to Jami Cornett, my future tag team partner, I should be angrier at her, and I should channel that towards you. But, why would I do that? You had nothing to do with that, so why should I hate you? You’ve been kind enough to me, and you happen to be great friends with my fiancée… the only reason I should hate you is because you’re my opponent, meaning you’re standing in my way to achieve history. Just like everyone else is. So, tell me: what can you do to stand out?”
“You stand in my way of history. All of you do. Consider Blink to be an example of what I’m truly capable of when I have no restraints holding me back. Honor is quite clearly dead in VoW, and those who question it’s death get concussed, or backstabbed, or outright expelled from the company all becausehonor apparently doesn’t make Sky Sangue money.”
“—all because those who have never shown honor, those like Ace Fucking Watson, or Katalina Star, or Seth Iser, or former World Champion Casanova English, or even Stuart Fishbauch for that matter… aside from one person, they’re all more successful and shown as better than those who are or were steadfast in their honorable tactics. Bullshit equals victory in Visionaries of Wrestling nowadays, and that’s not the Visionaries of Wrestling I joined.”
“So, what’s the Cure? I’ll tell you, then I’ll show you come Breakthrough. The Cure is take down all the available names I just listed, and it’s all started with Patrick Jones. It continues with Blink. It won’t stop until the Cure is delivered to all of your asses and I’ve made history.”
“So, do what you can, Blink… just know it will never be enough for you to resist The Cure.”
“…looks to get back on track…” Back on track? I thought I was “back on track” when I beat Patrick Jones? Then again, I thought I was “back on track” when I beat Jessica Mathis, too, and look how that ended up…
On that note, do you understand how hard it is to live with the fact that I was the only person stupid enough to let a championship slip through my fingers because I had to think honor was still alive and well? Do you understand why I’ve not been myself recently? Do you understand why Katie Moicelle as you know her is and has to be dead and is only alive in name only? I’ve not been “crying” like that stupid idiot Tristan Ambrose told me. I’ve been trying to better myself. Harden myself up. Have I been going about it the wrong way? Yeah, maybe so, but that should never EVER detract from the fact that I’m still trying to improve. I’ve got a lot of work left to do.
Act I – Vloggers
Date: September 23rd, 2016
Location: Underground Residence
Claire and I decided tonight to do a vlog. Of what exactly, I’m not entirely sure, but hey, I’ve never actually done a vlog before, so this is something new, as she promised me she’d do every day. Down she walked from the store on the steps in nothing but her underwear. It was somehow hot today, so I don’t exactly blame her… but it was cooler down here, about 63 degrees Fahrenheit. Needless to say, that doesn’t bode well for a half nude Claire-Bear. The first thing she reaches for is a shirt letting out a burr noise before throwing it on. I can't help but giggle though when she twists up the bottom of it and sends it up through the shirt collar leaving her midriff completely exposed again.
"What? It's like wearing a vest. Just gotta have the feels of wearing something."
She assures me before leaning down to kiss my lips.
"So we ready?"
“Ready as I’ll ever be, dear.”
I set up the laptop in a position that shows… or would show our faces once Claire sits on the bed.
“You think of any introductory lines?”
She ponders resting her head over my shoulder watching as we both enter the frame. I haven't started recording yet so this is fine.
"What's up masses? You've come to the home of Litteon? You know, like...mixed nicknames or something?"
“Err… I’m not too sure about the mixed-names… Anything else?”
I lower the laptop lid as I say that. She shrugs and tries again.
"Turn down cute avenue, come down the stairs of sweetness, and you find the two lovingest loving love couple ever?"
She laughs at her own little title bringing a hand to my arm gently stroking along it.
“We’re almost there… one more, I can feel this next one’s gonna be good.”
A minor chuckle escapes my lungs as I prepare the stuff. This is a bit more complicated than it seems.
"How about..."
She looks down at the bit of shirt material she has sticking up between her breasts and giggles tugging it up more.
"We're the Shirt Tales and we're here to wuv you."
Another giggle from Claire as she comes closer toward me tickling my chin with her shirt before flexing it up and down speaking in a somewhat squeaky voice.
"Hello, miss, my you sure are cute."
I can't help it as I start laughing still feeling Claire tickling my chin with her shirt I can barely hear anything else she has to say. Doesn't seem to matter much since soon all she does is smile watching me as she continues tickling.
“Darn, sweetie… anyway, shall we?”
Webcam: On (I think)
"Hi, everyone!"
Claire cheerfully greets with a wave before resting her head along my shoulder.
"Claire Lisa Montes here.”
She giggles before looking up my way. I smile as I rest my head on hers.
“And the future Kathryne Daniels beside her.”
She giggles bringing a hand down on my lap giving it a few gentle squeezes.
"We're here to fill you in on what's been up with our..."
She pauses a moment, I don't know why but I feel her shake her head some and take a breath before continuing.
"Life. Katie, what's been happening? Spare no details."
“I think it’s better if people hear your side first. You know that not many people get to hear the managers’ side of things.”
I stroke Claire’s hand with my thumbs as I say every word of that.
"Okay."
She continues to smile as she snuggles in close.
"My baby's ready to fight, for one thing. In the ring she's gonna show everyone exactly why she's the dominant force not to be messed with. You think you saw trouble before? Well now this is trouble with a capital "Oh no, here she comes". Katie's gonna wreck every one of you who thinks you can mess with her. I'm gonna be there too, to slap the taste from anyone's mouth and then Zebe will turn all super mechazoid and fire missiles and Katie will be pinning ash!"
Again, I can’t help but laugh a bit… she’s so excited, she’s so creative.
“Even Blink?”
"Especially Blink. She thinks she's so fast...I developed a pink seeking missile and it's either going to be hitting her head or..."
She twists her lip a little before continuing.
"Either way, her days are so gonna be numbered."
“I appreciate the vote of confidence, sweetheart, trust me… but…”
Ooh, should I tell her?
Yeah.
“I thought Blink was one of your best friends?”
She laughs a little more burying her face against my chest. What's with her?
"You also thought we were recording."
I look over to the webcam, and I notice…
I never turned the thing on.
I say nothing, and just let my facial expression do the talking. It’s a mix of “boy, don’t I feel dumb?” and “why didn’t anyone tell me?” I take a breath before my smile… kind of forms before I softly laugh and place my hand on the bridge of my nose.
"Sorries."
There's her apology, but it comes in such a playful tone that I'm not certain of she's truthful or not. Still, it's hard not to forgive her as she snuggles in hugging my waist tightly.
"Truth is, you're gonna do great out there, Katie."
After that match with PJ, I certainly hope she’s right. Though, really… has she ever led me wrong before? We can get this vlogging thing right next time.
The Words to the Opponent
Date: September 25th, 2016
“Blink, you are a kind soul, you are one of my fiancée’s best friends, and I’m well aware you had nothing with putting my future tag team partner out of commission, but it seems as though you’ll have to be the first... second... to receive the Cure. For the past 100 days, I’ve seen that nearly every single person in this company needs some kind of Cure, and for the last 100 days, it’s been eating away at me. It’s been gnawing at my brain like a zombie. And I hate zombies.”
“Yeah, I beat Patrick Jones. No, it wasn’t a cakewalk. I never said it would be a cakewalk, either. And no, I don’t feel like smiling. That’s what lost me the opportunity to be called the only two time Zero Gravity Champion in history. That’s what lost me the chance to say ‘I put myself into the VoW record books.’ That’s why I am not and cannot be the happy go lucky Katie Moicelle you all know and love.”
“But, that’s not the point here. The point is you, Blink. I understand how loyal you are to Katalina. I understand that should mean after what she did to Jami Cornett, my future tag team partner, I should be angrier at her, and I should channel that towards you. But, why would I do that? You had nothing to do with that, so why should I hate you? You’ve been kind enough to me, and you happen to be great friends with my fiancée… the only reason I should hate you is because you’re my opponent, meaning you’re standing in my way to achieve history. Just like everyone else is. So, tell me: what can you do to stand out?”
“You stand in my way of history. All of you do. Consider Blink to be an example of what I’m truly capable of when I have no restraints holding me back. Honor is quite clearly dead in VoW, and those who question it’s death get concussed, or backstabbed, or outright expelled from the company all because
“—all because those who have never shown honor, those like Ace Fucking Watson, or Katalina Star, or Seth Iser, or former World Champion Casanova English, or even Stuart Fishbauch for that matter… aside from one person, they’re all more successful and shown as better than those who are or were steadfast in their honorable tactics. Bullshit equals victory in Visionaries of Wrestling nowadays, and that’s not the Visionaries of Wrestling I joined.”
“So, what’s the Cure? I’ll tell you, then I’ll show you come Breakthrough. The Cure is take down all the available names I just listed, and it’s all started with Patrick Jones. It continues with Blink. It won’t stop until the Cure is delivered to all of your asses and I’ve made history.”
“So, do what you can, Blink… just know it will never be enough for you to resist The Cure.”
