SuperV Saves Mini-apples-R-us!

Saving the day is hard work. Doing it sober is even harder. There are times when I realize that I'm not superhuman; where realism becomes, well... reality. The gay rights activists want me to rally with them. The feminists want me to speak at their conferences. Shelters want me to make an appearance. Charities want me to bring in cashflow. Fans want me to show up at parties and cons and the like. And I do... at least, I try to...

Why? Why try so hard?

Well... I try... for the kid who gets beaten bloody for happening to like other boys. I try... for the women who think they deserve to get backhanded by their boyfriends or husbands. I try... for those who lose their jobs... and then their homes. I try... for those who're cursed with a sickness that may very well take their lives. And... and... I try... for the people who support me... in supporting all of these groups.

Yeah, I know. I don't like being cheered for... but that's moreso for a victory in my career. I mean, I get paid either way. And really, it's stupid. People flip coins to decide which wrasslers they like. This week... putting Knight and Carson aside a moment, Stacy's become a fan-favorite here herself. If I win? They'll cheer. If she does? They'll... still... cheer. So... I'm not talking about those people; those "fans". I'm talking about the ones who take that step forward with me. Who also go to rallies, conferences and events. Who also volunteer, or give back.

I try... for those who try just as hard.

But I'm one person. Sure, you have Reya Serra... but, as kind and gentle as my older sister is... it's not really the same. She doesn't have that personality that is, to be frank... as welcoming. A wonderful person, no doubt... but Rey-Rey's kinda robotic and serious in what she does. Then ya got Rayne Draven-Omega. Someone I consider to be just as good a person... and defo less robotic. More, eh, 'sunny' (ironically enough), if you will. But Rayne Drop's got two very important things that should always come first: one's only 5, the other's just a baby. With her kids taking up most of the time she has when she's not in the ring... it's hard to take the initiative in all this jazz...

So who's left?

Sure you've got people like Stacy, Starrkadian, Berlin, Sparx and so on... but I don't really see them doing the stuff the three of us do. Or try to do. They aren't so focused on any of it. They're livin' their lives, and all the power to 'em. I ain't judging. But... that leaves a lot to me. A lot. And as hard as I try... I can't do it all. I can't be everyone's hero, every day... every hour. I'm not immortal. I'm not really a superhero. And sometimes... sometimes that fact alone is enough to drive someone... crazy...

♫ I'm dancing on my own! I make the moves up as I go! And that's what they don't know, mmm-mmm! That's what they don't know! Mmm-mmm! ♫

"V..."

"But I keep cruuisiin'! Can't stop, won't stop grooviiin'!" I sang aloud, and the voice repeated itself..

"Vanessa..."

"It's like I got this musiiic, in my mind saying, "It's gonna be alriight!"

"VANESSA!"

My manager yanked an earbud out of my ear and screamed in my ear, and I jumped away. Andy Wilde scowled at me as the music continued playing in my other ear. A sheepish smile crossed my lips as the taller tomboy crossed her arms across her chest. She wore blue basketball shorts (that looked reallyy silky), and a plain white t-shirt. "Are you done with your crappy bubble gum pop? We have-"

"... the players gonna play, play, play, play, play! The haters gonna HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE!" I shouted the last part, and Andy lifted an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"SHAKE IT OFF, I SHAKE IT OFF!"

"..... YOU COULD AT LEAST LISTEN TO BETTER- uhh..." Her voice trailed off as I began dancing around to the music. Shimmying around the room, I then bent over and tried to twerk it... but fell on my face instead.

"...ow..."

"W-what are you d-doing Nessa?"

Dazedly, I lifted my eyes to see my personal assistant Jessica Brennan standing there. She wore her usual adorable dress, complete with lace and flowers. Uuuggghhh she was too adorable. How annoying. I scrambled up to my feet and grabbed the smaller girl's arm. Twirling her around, I winked over at Wilde, who sighed and shook her head, a small smile creeping upon her face as I stopped and held a now dizzy Jessi in place.

Moving away from her, I danced into the bathroom, grabbing one of my drinks from the hotel room's dresser on the way. As the door slammed shut, Andy glanced at the dresser and saw about 7 empty apple passion wine coolers beside unopened ones. Narrowing her eyes at the bottles, knowing that some kinda mischief was gonna go down with a tipsy as all hell Vanessa on the loose, Wilde shared a look with a wary Jessi. After about 10 minutes, I finally exited the bathroom... in spandex!

"What are you wearing??"

"C-cosplay?" Jessi asked after Andy's own astonished question. I flexed in my outfit, much similar to a Superman-esque one... only indigo in coloring. My cape was dark blue, and my blonde bangs had been gelled into a curly Q. Wilde tried to comprehend what was going on, as I put down the iPod I still had in my hand and strolled over to the side table next to one of the beds, after finishing off the 8th wine cooler(weak alone, powerful together, min venn). Opening the drawer, I pulled out some brightly colored markers and turned around with a hysterical grin and a giggle. Andy took a step back, and Brennan nervously looked around... before I bounded forward!

"AGH!!! W-WHAT ARE YOU D-DOING?!" Jessi shrieked as I began coloring her legs green. She tried to scurry away, but I turned her and shoved her onto the bed, continuing to color.

"Don't worry, your costume is washable!"

"C-costume? St-stop!" She squirmed in my grasp as I continued coloring her, and I paused to pout at her.

"You're the British Lantern, so you've gotta be green...."

"British... what???"

"Maybe we should just humor her and get this over with..." Andy mumbled with a sigh, as Jessi whined in frustration.

"But I don't-"

"You don't wanna be the British Lantern??? Okay, then you can be AQUA BLONDE!" I threw my arms up dramatically, before continuing my coloring on her entire body. Once finished, I spun toward my manager and grinned mischievously. "Hiya, Wonder Wilde..."

"... Wonder... uh..."

There was a bit of a scuffle, but we finally got the costumes done! I stood back, admiring my work, before dissovling into giggles. Andy's white shirt now had boobs drawn on it. It was also colored in red and yellow (aka gold). Clapping my hands together decisively, I twirled around and shouted, "OKAY! Now... AquaBlonde... WonderWilde... you two and myself, the Woman of Spiels... SUPERV... shall go save Mini-apples-R-us!!!"

"SuperV?" Andy repeated skeptically, as Jessi echoed the latter...

"M-Mini-apples-R-us...? Like... Minneapolis??" She looked at my manager, but Wilde simply shrugged as I 'flew' out of the room. The two of them reluctantly followed... most likely to make sure I didn't wreak too much havoc.

As we quickly made our way out of the hotel and down the streets of Minneapolis, Minnesota, my assistant glanced at Andy again, looking a bit befuddled. "I just h-hope she'll be sober b-by Armed and D-Dangerous. Or th-things might really get d-dangerous for her..."

"Yeah, I know... I mean, I feel like she isn't looking at the situation from the angle she should be. And you're right... it is a dangerous approach. She doesn't seem to realize that, even if the Mistress isn't there (which she probably will be), Scott Knight is pretty terrifying on his own. I mean, I know I can kick his ass. Size isn't everything. But V doesn't have the martial arts history that I do."

"A-and Knight isn't the only th-threat..." Jessi replied quietly, as they turned a corner to follow me. "Brett C-Carson's not exactly s-small either. And he's t-tough."

"And of course Stacy Jones, who's proven to be a kick-ass opponent... this pay-per-view's stacked with it's competition. And the fact that it's for the Xcel Championship that PKA was forced to let go of...??" Wilde scowled slightly, before shaking her head. "I just... ugh. Has she always been this... carefree?"

"Yes..." Jessi paused, before smiling slightly, a bit of warmth to her tone. "S-sometimes it's on p-purpose, because she feels like people are t-too serious and stressed out... she d-does it to make people smile, really."

"And other times?"

"Personally... I th-think that sometimes it's j-just her mind not wanting to accept that she's getting s-serious herself..."

"Almost like her brain doesn't want her to lose the kid in her...?" Andy laughed and stared forward, watching as I zig-zagged down the sidewalk. "Well... I can't say it's a bad vice to have..."

As my two compadres continued their lil discussion, I led us right into a local grocery store. Dramatically jumping into the middle of a larger empty space in the store, I jabbed my forefinger into the air. "HALT, EVIL VILLAINS! I'm here to end your reign of terror!"

A few customers of the store glanced up at my... eccentric... entrance, and Andy slapped a palm to her face, while Jessi reddened and hid behind her hands. My manager was about to reprimand me for making too big of a scene, when I suddenly pointed that same finger behind her. "LOOK OUT, MY DEAR COMPANION! THE ENEMY IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

Andy stared at me for a moment, while Brennan jumped away from where the two of them stood. After a few seconds, Wilde slowly turned around... to be met with three life-size cardboard cutouts of my opponents of the week. She stared in shock, before shaking away the confusion and turning to face me again, ignoring the fact that the cutouts had been colored on with marker as well to resemble infamous 'League' villains.

"Have you been planning this?!" Wilde questioned, lifting her eyebrows at me, not very amused. Jessi also looked to me for an explanation, but my response was simple.

"Nope!"

"Then how did these even get here?"

"Portals."

"....are you kidding me?"

"Nope. Fuck the fourth wall."

"....."

"HURRY, AQUABLONDE!" I suddenly shouted, making Andy flinch and Brennan jump. The small blonde looked at me, frightened, and I pointed wildly at the large cutout of Knight. "USE YER AQUATIC POWERS TO DEFEAT SCOTT GRUNDY!"

"W-what?"

Reaching into my super bag, I pushed away some things, including a whip (not a weapon... just kinky), and pulled out a closed baggie full of water. Inside was a fish, and I threw the whole thing at Jessi as I explained. "Scott Grundy! The zombie super-villain who's huge and scurry lookin'! Since he's immortal, every time he gets knocked down and loses, he comes back with a different set of opinions and abilities! In the original multiverse, he was reanimated as a strong, violent and pretty much mindless drone... but he's proven that he can use sheer instinct to kick some super-butt without any help!"

Andy just stared at me, stealing my blank stare (I should copyright that shit), as Jessi awkwardly caught the bag and looked at the water and... upside down fish. Her lower lip began trembling as she looked up at me, "I... I think it's d-dead..."

"That doesn't matter! Dead things still work as weapons! Trust me!" I cried, and she blinked. Meanwhile, Andy rubbed her temples and moved to grab me. But I jerked away and ran to the nearest cardboard villain. I shoved it forward and shouted, "HURRY WONDER WILDE! USE YOUR GOLDEN LASSO TO APPREHEND CARSEID!"

"Golden... lasso?"

"YAH! The lasso of TRUTH!" I reached into my bag again and threw some yellow yarn at Wilde. "Make CARSEID ADMIT TO HIS TRUE FEELINGS! TO STEP OUT FROM THE CLOSET HE SO VEHEMENTLY DENIES THAT HE'S IN!"

"Uh, is that like... Darkseid... or someth-"

"What will you do when your friends, your enemies, your lover... are all CARSEID?! When there is one RIPPED BODY. One BIGOTED MIND. One LOOSE WILL. One LIFE that is CARSEID?! Will you be the enemy of all VoW, then?!"

"What're you even TALKING about?!"

"He yearns for the throne that is the Xcel Championship! His brother, PRAKS, was the first to sit upon the throne... and he was a jealous lil BIOTCH! So he BURNT HIM (with rubber), and now battles it out with other supervillains to snatch that throne... all the while leading a city of like-minded DICK-BAGS who hate CIGARETTES! Wait..."

"... I... I'm very confused..." Jessi quietly whimpered, looking over at Andy helplessly. But my manager just continued to stare at me, like I was completely and totally... insane? Ha! Wait for it... you know it's coming.........

......

Sanity is overrated.

"BAM!" I yelled out again, and the patrons in the store were all staring now. No one was even shopping anymore. I could hear them wondering aloud if this was an act, or if there was a nearby movie going on. But I ignored them, as I spun around 180 degrees, then pointed at the final cardboard cutout. "And YOU! Kinky Frost..."

"Killer...?" Andy questioned, and I glared over my shoulder in frustration.

"NO! Kinky Frost, a member of the Secret Society of Sexy Villains!" Scowling at the cutout, I put my fists up and peered angrily. "This villain was in love with a man (who rejected her) for quite some time, but eventually things led to her getting trapped in a thermo frost chamber! AND THAT'S HOW LESBIANS ARE BORN!"

"........."

"Now a hater of men, this cold young woman used her wiles to fool many on live TV!"

"Didn't you BOTH try to fool everyone?"

"HUSH!" I shouted, before jabbing a finger into the chest of the cardboard cutout. Pausing, I bit my lip and eyeballed it flirtatiously. Wilde twitched slightly, before moving to grab my shoulder.

"Vanessa..."

"WILES I SAY!" Came my screamed response, as a few customers of the store stepped back, startled. Andy didn't even flinch this time, as she tugged me away from the sexy cutout. I pulled away from her and stared dramatically into the distance. "That... said... somehow, she's still my ally. At least, against people like CARSEID and Scott Grundy... I'll be facing the big..."

I glanced at the Scott Knight cutout, before turning my attention to the Stacy Jones one. "The bad... Mmm, very bad."

"Oh god..."

"And the bigoted." I continued, frowning at the Brett Carson cutout. Sadly shaking my head, I lifted a closed fist and stared upward. "A battle of the ages... but first... I have to save Mini-apples-R-us! ONWARD!"

Scurrying away from the large crowd of people, I went right to the produce and stood heroically in front of the fruit. Looking left, then right, I nodded firmly and snatched up a few smaller granny smiths. Tossing them into one of those plastic bags they have for produce, I twisty-tied that shit up and ran back to where the patrons and Jessi and Andy were. At this point, a manager had finally come out of their office, someone having informed them of what was going on. He stared in shock at the scene, before noticing me pouncing forward.

"What the HELL is going on?!"

"U-uhm... now what d-do we do, Nessa...?" Jessi asked nervously, shrinking away from the angry manager. Squinting at him, I looked over at my own manager and assistant, as Andy smirked sardonically.

"Yeah, now what Miss SuperV?"

"Uh. Honestly, I just make this up as I go..." I responded with a nervous laugh, as the manager's face reddened even more.

Looking around at the mess I made, I felt the buzz still rippling through me, and I glanced around wildly. The citizens of Minneapolis just gawked as I frantically reached into my pocket, ran to the nearest counter, and slammed down a 20. I then took off, arm raised (with apples dangling in the air), and hurried out of and away from the store. Andy and Jessi looked at each other, sighed, and moved to follow as I ran down the street, shouting loudly...

"AND THE DAY HAS ONCE AGAIN BEEN SAVED... BY SUPERV!"

Slowing my stride after a couple of blocks, I stopped shouting to catch my breath. My alter ego was grumbling in my mind, though I couldn't make it out... probably because of the alcohol rushing through my veins. Shaking my head dizzily, I slowly ran a hand through my messy blonde hair and looked over my shoulder, the giddy expression faltering for but a second as I murmured...

"...like it always is."

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~This has been a V rp, thanx for reading and have a great f*cking day!~

P.S: I swear I'm not on drugs.