Post by Katie Moicelle on Oct 8, 2016 0:35:50 GMT -6
Act I
Date: October 5th, 2016
Location: Claire’s Underground Residence
I wish there were words to describe how sweet Jami is to me… she didn’t even need to come here, and yet she does before my older sister Zahara’s birthday party. But, since Claire and I DID need to head to that party ourselves, it’s only fitting that Jami came and got us. I look up from my laptop to the door in anticipation… but nothing… nothing yet. So, back down to the laptop and
Twitter, just watching the day waste away. It was average for Malibu this time of year, and this time of day… or morning… average being a comfy 72 degrees. So, basically I didn’t actually dress up that much other than a pair of track
shorts and a blue shirt with Sonic the Hedgehog’s face on it. I look up at the door again, and suddenly…
*KNOCK KNOCK*
My immersion in the tech world is broken as I sit the laptop down onto the desk, what little space there is on it.
“It’s open!”
The moment the door opens...
Jesus, HOW does she do it?!
If last time was her being sexy, this goes WAY beyond that. She’s clearly trying to tease Zoey, and JEEZ, she’s doing a fantastic job at it. A dark purple keyhole top, black jean jacket, matching jean miniskirt was so tight it might as well have been painted on, dark purple 'cosmic' heels...and were those purple stockings she was wearing?!
"Good morning, Kathryne!"
“Well, good morning to you, too, Jami! Safe to say, I probably should have expected this outfit.”
A sheepish chuckle before letting Jami enter the room. I admire her outfit, because how could I not? And almost immediately, she draws her lips to mine, her slight purplish lipstick shimmering in the light.
"I'll never get enough of that, honey...how are you feeling?"
“To be honest? Kinda weird…”
I shrug before sitting down on the bed, right next to Jami.
“Have you ever felt like… you know… like justice doesn’t really exist?”
Jami put her hand in mine and scrunched her face.
"If you were to ask me that question about two months ago, I'd probably be right there with you, Kathryne. The way my life had went, justice wasn't exactly a concept I believed in. Hell, you could say what I've dealt with the last several weeks could be evidence of that too."
It's only now that I realize that the reason her golden amber eyes are so pronounced this time are because of her thick-frame glasses...something I hadn't seen her with before.
“I’d say that as well… it’s been upsetting to say the least… would you call all of that an IN… justice?”
I make darn sure to emphasize the IN in injustice there… this is a touchy subject, I guess.
"Of course I would! A year in this industry, I've beaten champions, topped talent that no one ever thought I could...the one thing I wanted was a championship opportunity. I was trying to play by the rules, not demand anything, until it got obvious VoW wasn't taking the Twin City Championships...and no sooner than the match is announced, I get struck upside the head....and now my vision is getting horrible...my nausea is bad, my vertigo is much worse..."
Her hand went over her stomach...and I knew what that meant instantly.
"I almost lost everything."
She looked back to me, and I could see her trying not to tear up.
"You at least got to accomplish stuff in your career that, with each passing day, I may never get to. And the one time I was about to be given a chance...I got denied in the worst way, possibly affecting me permanently. All at a time when I should be happy and celebrating. At least as far as this industry go, you don't get a worse injustice than that."
At least this time, it’s not me nearing tears like usual… regardless, I give Jami a hug… she didn’t deserve that bullshit that happened to her… no one does.
“And then Iser cost Kate her own Twin City title win… regardless of whether Winter deserves her title or not, that was still an injustice she suffered… and he wants to say he’s suffered them himself. How does that make you feel?”
"The fucker better be lucky that even if I get better from the concussion he's got at least another year before I castrate his ass the hard way. What exactly has that Mike Haggar-looking bitch suffered lately?"
“Now you know how I’m feeling.”
I slowly release my hug and look Jami right square in her beautiful eyes.
“Full well.”
And I stroke her cheek with my thumb.
“That’s why I’m doing this match. I’m doing it because we’ve all suffered injustices… not JUST him… I’m doing this for you, for Stacy, for Kate, for everyone who’s suffered anything like that.”
"You know...when you stood up and challenged him right after the Twin City match...I've never been more proud of you, Kathryne Elena."
See, that’s all I want everyone to say: “I’ve never been more proud of you.” Rather than “You’re going to lose to Iser, and you WILL stay quiet.”
That’s all I want.
Act II
Date: October 12th, 2016
Desperate.
Insane.
Suicidal.
Stupid.
Crazy.
Underdog.
Lost.
Already dead.
NOT READY.
Those are words I’ve heard describe me ever since I proposed the challenge to Seth Iser for a match. Yet everyone… EVERYONE leaves out a couple of other words.
Hardwired.
Hardwired to make history. Hardwired to bring honor to an otherwise honorless company in VoW. Hardwired to defeat Seth Iser. Hardwired to become great again. HARDWIRED TO BECOME EVEN STRONGER THAN BEFORE!
Unchanged.
Even with everyone else acting cockier, brasher, and more overly confident, even with my peaks and valleys, I have remained the one constant. Katie Moicelle has remained largely unchanged, and has stuck to what she knows best, even if she hasn’t felt very well the past nearly two months.
Location: An otherwise empty white room, with nothing in it except a light, myself, and an 8 by 10 picture.
I sit at a table, across from this picture. It’s of Seth Iser, wearing his usual scowl under his pornstache. I sit in my chair with one arm over the back of the chair, all leaned back.
“You wanna tell me that I’m the reason this company’s went down the toilet? You wanna tell me that I’m the reason nobody takes VoW seriously? You wanna tell me that I’m to blame for half of the VoW roster being generalized as lesbian intercourse fiends where all they do is fornicate each other to death? You want to tell me that I am to blame for people like Stacy Jones or Matt Slater, or even you changing ideologies on multiple occasions even when I’ve kept my course for over a year and a half? You know, because you love disregarding that when I was Zero Gravity Champion, at least for a while, none of that was a problem. The fact that I was even homosexual wasn’t a problem. The fact that I’m autistic wasn’t a problem. What’s been lost in translation ever since I had Zero-Gee, a title that I, not Ace Watson, nor Valerie Beasley, but I made worth something again, ripped from me is that ever since that day, for one hundred and eighteen days counting, I have been growing even stronger than before, even if I haven’t shown it in the public eye. But, no… please continue generalizing the people you don’t like. Not like that’s gotten you far against anyone not named Matt Slater.”
Clearly, I’m not too happy. Say just the right things, and it’s bound to set me off. Or, yes, trigger me… as it were.
“You know, yeah, the last quarter of my reign was overshadowed by Stacy and our little stupid high school drama-fest. But, to everyone you’d speak to who lacks a political bias, to anyone you’d speak to who watched VoW at its greatest point, you’ll hear them say “yeah, she beat Kincaid, right?” or “She could have beaten Casanova English during her run!” or, best of all… “Ace Who?” “Tyron What?” “Ryder What?” “Matthew Who?” “Alabama Who?” “Winter Who?” “Emma What?” “Stacy WHO?!” “HEATH WHO?!” “TRISTAN WHAT?!” “CONSTANCE WHO?!” “GWENDOLYN WHO?!” “TYLER WHO?!” “SCARLET WHAT?!” “DATHYN WHO?!” “VEGAS WHO?!” “JAMILYN WHO?!” “KATALINA WHAT?!” “MAXWELL WHO?!” “EMEVLAS WHAT?!” “PATRICK WHO?!” “GINA WHO?!” “NICOLE WHAT?!” “SETH WHO?!” “WHAT ISER?!” “TWIN WHAT TITLES?!” “EYE FOR A WHAT TITLE?” “X-WHAT TITLE?!” NO! NO, NO, NO! The only wrestlers who ironically truly mattered after Nothing Else Matters this year: wanna know their names? Do you really? Casanova English… and Katie Moicelle, whether you or ANYONE I just named like it or not. I just wish I could have seen that earlier.”
I take a deep breath before continuing, the picture of Seth having not moved.
“Yeah, that gets you angry, doesn’t it? It’s an INJUSTICE to you, isn’t it? It’s an INJUSTICE that the almighty former Deity of Destruction Seth Iser didn’t get to be in the same conversation as someone who’s, in your eyes, tainting the industry. It’s a right shame to you and you alone that a so called GOD wasn’t mentioned in the same breath as the Leper Messiah and that the Cumberland Jet was even close to being compared to the then World Champion. It eats away at you because you’re 35, you don’t have much time left, and that makes you bitter. It gnaws at your being because you haven’t accomplished anything of note since the first Breakthrough over two years ago. It leeches off of whatever soul you have left because someone who is, to you, tainting this industry is leaps and bounds ahead of you on your best days in Japan when all you had to eat was a two-day old hot dog and an 8-ounce glass of off brand Coke. AND YOU TELL ME THAT I’M THE PROBLEM?! THAT I’M TAINTING THIS INDUSTRY?! HOW ABOUT YOU, SETH?! TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE AT 35?! HUH?! YOU WANT TO TELL ME ABOUT INJUSTICE?! HOW ABOUT I TELL YOU ABOUT INJUSTICE FOR ONCE?!”
I’m red in the face right now, I can just tell from the blood rushing to my cheeks.
“Injustice is having your baby ripped from you without consent. Injustice is being negatively ridiculed every damn step of the way in your career just because you live your life the way you choose to and not the way they make you choose. Injustice is the fact that someone like you, a slowed down shell of his former self, still lingers around here as high up as he is while someone like I, apparently a new voice of the voiceless as it were, am tossed aside to the lone wolves and lunatics inside the Devil’s Den with no chance of appeal. Injustice is someone who would otherwise be FIRED for his derogatory remarks towards everyone, someone who wouldn’t be anywhere NEAR CLOSE to what he has now is being presented as the person who’s going to break Ziu Zhong’s Zero Gravity Title record, while everyone, from Zahara Matisse to Dustin Holt, stands idly by, believing that it’s OK! You wanna talk about injustice? I’ve got the rest of our collective lives!”
I really should wrap up before I blow a gasket… so here goes. I feel on the verge of tears because this is a very near and dear subject to me.
“My point here is that you aren’t the only one suffering injustice after injustice after injustice in Visionaries of Wrestling. You only think that you are. Meanwhile, here I am working my butt off day in and day out for over eighteen months, with my only reward for all that being RIPPED FROM ME without even being involved. You should be embarrassed over how you believe not being mentioned when the greats of VoW are brought up is justification for torturing Matt Slater, because frankly, I’m embarrassed for you. You stand up for the wrong reasons, and I’d be ASHAMED if your reasons were mine. This match that I WILL win, it WILL be our only one because after you DO lose and you STAY quiet, you WILL stop delaying the inevitable. It’s preordained.”
-CAMERA OFF-
Date: October 5th, 2016
Location: Claire’s Underground Residence
I wish there were words to describe how sweet Jami is to me… she didn’t even need to come here, and yet she does before my older sister Zahara’s birthday party. But, since Claire and I DID need to head to that party ourselves, it’s only fitting that Jami came and got us. I look up from my laptop to the door in anticipation… but nothing… nothing yet. So, back down to the laptop and
Twitter, just watching the day waste away. It was average for Malibu this time of year, and this time of day… or morning… average being a comfy 72 degrees. So, basically I didn’t actually dress up that much other than a pair of track
shorts and a blue shirt with Sonic the Hedgehog’s face on it. I look up at the door again, and suddenly…
*KNOCK KNOCK*
My immersion in the tech world is broken as I sit the laptop down onto the desk, what little space there is on it.
“It’s open!”
The moment the door opens...
Jesus, HOW does she do it?!
If last time was her being sexy, this goes WAY beyond that. She’s clearly trying to tease Zoey, and JEEZ, she’s doing a fantastic job at it. A dark purple keyhole top, black jean jacket, matching jean miniskirt was so tight it might as well have been painted on, dark purple 'cosmic' heels...and were those purple stockings she was wearing?!
"Good morning, Kathryne!"
“Well, good morning to you, too, Jami! Safe to say, I probably should have expected this outfit.”
A sheepish chuckle before letting Jami enter the room. I admire her outfit, because how could I not? And almost immediately, she draws her lips to mine, her slight purplish lipstick shimmering in the light.
"I'll never get enough of that, honey...how are you feeling?"
“To be honest? Kinda weird…”
I shrug before sitting down on the bed, right next to Jami.
“Have you ever felt like… you know… like justice doesn’t really exist?”
Jami put her hand in mine and scrunched her face.
"If you were to ask me that question about two months ago, I'd probably be right there with you, Kathryne. The way my life had went, justice wasn't exactly a concept I believed in. Hell, you could say what I've dealt with the last several weeks could be evidence of that too."
It's only now that I realize that the reason her golden amber eyes are so pronounced this time are because of her thick-frame glasses...something I hadn't seen her with before.
“I’d say that as well… it’s been upsetting to say the least… would you call all of that an IN… justice?”
I make darn sure to emphasize the IN in injustice there… this is a touchy subject, I guess.
"Of course I would! A year in this industry, I've beaten champions, topped talent that no one ever thought I could...the one thing I wanted was a championship opportunity. I was trying to play by the rules, not demand anything, until it got obvious VoW wasn't taking the Twin City Championships...and no sooner than the match is announced, I get struck upside the head....and now my vision is getting horrible...my nausea is bad, my vertigo is much worse..."
Her hand went over her stomach...and I knew what that meant instantly.
"I almost lost everything."
She looked back to me, and I could see her trying not to tear up.
"You at least got to accomplish stuff in your career that, with each passing day, I may never get to. And the one time I was about to be given a chance...I got denied in the worst way, possibly affecting me permanently. All at a time when I should be happy and celebrating. At least as far as this industry go, you don't get a worse injustice than that."
At least this time, it’s not me nearing tears like usual… regardless, I give Jami a hug… she didn’t deserve that bullshit that happened to her… no one does.
“And then Iser cost Kate her own Twin City title win… regardless of whether Winter deserves her title or not, that was still an injustice she suffered… and he wants to say he’s suffered them himself. How does that make you feel?”
"The fucker better be lucky that even if I get better from the concussion he's got at least another year before I castrate his ass the hard way. What exactly has that Mike Haggar-looking bitch suffered lately?"
“Now you know how I’m feeling.”
I slowly release my hug and look Jami right square in her beautiful eyes.
“Full well.”
And I stroke her cheek with my thumb.
“That’s why I’m doing this match. I’m doing it because we’ve all suffered injustices… not JUST him… I’m doing this for you, for Stacy, for Kate, for everyone who’s suffered anything like that.”
"You know...when you stood up and challenged him right after the Twin City match...I've never been more proud of you, Kathryne Elena."
See, that’s all I want everyone to say: “I’ve never been more proud of you.” Rather than “You’re going to lose to Iser, and you WILL stay quiet.”
That’s all I want.
Act II
Date: October 12th, 2016
Desperate.
Insane.
Suicidal.
Stupid.
Crazy.
Underdog.
Lost.
Already dead.
NOT READY.
Those are words I’ve heard describe me ever since I proposed the challenge to Seth Iser for a match. Yet everyone… EVERYONE leaves out a couple of other words.
Hardwired.
Hardwired to make history. Hardwired to bring honor to an otherwise honorless company in VoW. Hardwired to defeat Seth Iser. Hardwired to become great again. HARDWIRED TO BECOME EVEN STRONGER THAN BEFORE!
Unchanged.
Even with everyone else acting cockier, brasher, and more overly confident, even with my peaks and valleys, I have remained the one constant. Katie Moicelle has remained largely unchanged, and has stuck to what she knows best, even if she hasn’t felt very well the past nearly two months.
Location: An otherwise empty white room, with nothing in it except a light, myself, and an 8 by 10 picture.
I sit at a table, across from this picture. It’s of Seth Iser, wearing his usual scowl under his pornstache. I sit in my chair with one arm over the back of the chair, all leaned back.
“You wanna tell me that I’m the reason this company’s went down the toilet? You wanna tell me that I’m the reason nobody takes VoW seriously? You wanna tell me that I’m to blame for half of the VoW roster being generalized as lesbian intercourse fiends where all they do is fornicate each other to death? You want to tell me that I am to blame for people like Stacy Jones or Matt Slater, or even you changing ideologies on multiple occasions even when I’ve kept my course for over a year and a half? You know, because you love disregarding that when I was Zero Gravity Champion, at least for a while, none of that was a problem. The fact that I was even homosexual wasn’t a problem. The fact that I’m autistic wasn’t a problem. What’s been lost in translation ever since I had Zero-Gee, a title that I, not Ace Watson, nor Valerie Beasley, but I made worth something again, ripped from me is that ever since that day, for one hundred and eighteen days counting, I have been growing even stronger than before, even if I haven’t shown it in the public eye. But, no… please continue generalizing the people you don’t like. Not like that’s gotten you far against anyone not named Matt Slater.”
Clearly, I’m not too happy. Say just the right things, and it’s bound to set me off. Or, yes, trigger me… as it were.
“You know, yeah, the last quarter of my reign was overshadowed by Stacy and our little stupid high school drama-fest. But, to everyone you’d speak to who lacks a political bias, to anyone you’d speak to who watched VoW at its greatest point, you’ll hear them say “yeah, she beat Kincaid, right?” or “She could have beaten Casanova English during her run!” or, best of all… “Ace Who?” “Tyron What?” “Ryder What?” “Matthew Who?” “Alabama Who?” “Winter Who?” “Emma What?” “Stacy WHO?!” “HEATH WHO?!” “TRISTAN WHAT?!” “CONSTANCE WHO?!” “GWENDOLYN WHO?!” “TYLER WHO?!” “SCARLET WHAT?!” “DATHYN WHO?!” “VEGAS WHO?!” “JAMILYN WHO?!” “KATALINA WHAT?!” “MAXWELL WHO?!” “EMEVLAS WHAT?!” “PATRICK WHO?!” “GINA WHO?!” “NICOLE WHAT?!” “SETH WHO?!” “WHAT ISER?!” “TWIN WHAT TITLES?!” “EYE FOR A WHAT TITLE?” “X-WHAT TITLE?!” NO! NO, NO, NO! The only wrestlers who ironically truly mattered after Nothing Else Matters this year: wanna know their names? Do you really? Casanova English… and Katie Moicelle, whether you or ANYONE I just named like it or not. I just wish I could have seen that earlier.”
I take a deep breath before continuing, the picture of Seth having not moved.
“Yeah, that gets you angry, doesn’t it? It’s an INJUSTICE to you, isn’t it? It’s an INJUSTICE that the almighty former Deity of Destruction Seth Iser didn’t get to be in the same conversation as someone who’s, in your eyes, tainting the industry. It’s a right shame to you and you alone that a so called GOD wasn’t mentioned in the same breath as the Leper Messiah and that the Cumberland Jet was even close to being compared to the then World Champion. It eats away at you because you’re 35, you don’t have much time left, and that makes you bitter. It gnaws at your being because you haven’t accomplished anything of note since the first Breakthrough over two years ago. It leeches off of whatever soul you have left because someone who is, to you, tainting this industry is leaps and bounds ahead of you on your best days in Japan when all you had to eat was a two-day old hot dog and an 8-ounce glass of off brand Coke. AND YOU TELL ME THAT I’M THE PROBLEM?! THAT I’M TAINTING THIS INDUSTRY?! HOW ABOUT YOU, SETH?! TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE AT 35?! HUH?! YOU WANT TO TELL ME ABOUT INJUSTICE?! HOW ABOUT I TELL YOU ABOUT INJUSTICE FOR ONCE?!”
I’m red in the face right now, I can just tell from the blood rushing to my cheeks.
“Injustice is having your baby ripped from you without consent. Injustice is being negatively ridiculed every damn step of the way in your career just because you live your life the way you choose to and not the way they make you choose. Injustice is the fact that someone like you, a slowed down shell of his former self, still lingers around here as high up as he is while someone like I, apparently a new voice of the voiceless as it were, am tossed aside to the lone wolves and lunatics inside the Devil’s Den with no chance of appeal. Injustice is someone who would otherwise be FIRED for his derogatory remarks towards everyone, someone who wouldn’t be anywhere NEAR CLOSE to what he has now is being presented as the person who’s going to break Ziu Zhong’s Zero Gravity Title record, while everyone, from Zahara Matisse to Dustin Holt, stands idly by, believing that it’s OK! You wanna talk about injustice? I’ve got the rest of our collective lives!”
I really should wrap up before I blow a gasket… so here goes. I feel on the verge of tears because this is a very near and dear subject to me.
“My point here is that you aren’t the only one suffering injustice after injustice after injustice in Visionaries of Wrestling. You only think that you are. Meanwhile, here I am working my butt off day in and day out for over eighteen months, with my only reward for all that being RIPPED FROM ME without even being involved. You should be embarrassed over how you believe not being mentioned when the greats of VoW are brought up is justification for torturing Matt Slater, because frankly, I’m embarrassed for you. You stand up for the wrong reasons, and I’d be ASHAMED if your reasons were mine. This match that I WILL win, it WILL be our only one because after you DO lose and you STAY quiet, you WILL stop delaying the inevitable. It’s preordained.”
-CAMERA OFF-
