Tastes the Same, Only Sweeter...

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Sure, circumstances might be different, they may twist and mold into somethin' brand new. But the details? They're not much different, y'know? I mean, you could live in one city... have a mediocre job and shitty car. You get a promotion, move on up to a bigger city... and, in comparison to erryone else? You still live in mediocrity. Because, even though you worked as hard as you could to grow... you now realize... all of those mofos grew along with you. So really... what's changed?

Come off it. Nothing ever truly changes.

Queeny has a point, min venn. Take a look around you. Society is the same. Do we progress? Sure. And then we decline in other places. Kinda brings us back full circle. That's why the big question ain't about what's changed. It's not about what's different or what's new. The big question is...

What can you do... to force change?

See sometimes... you've gotta just... shake things up a bit. Stuff the skeletons in yer closet into a bag and rattle that shit up a bit. Take drastic measures to keep up some level of freshness. Febreze only goes so far, mmk? That... THAT... is why I'm here. Not to make a name for myself. Already got that covered. Not to make friends... not to make enemies. No... I'm here to do whatever the hell I want. Cuz... Queeny's gettin' antsy. And I'm not a patient person myself. So I'll leave ya with one thought...

Is what you see... what you perceive... the real thing, or just what your mind wants to believe?

♫ I'm gonna make it bend and break (It sent you to me without wings), say a prayer but let the good times roll... in case God doesn't shooww. And I want these words to make things right, but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life... ♫

A pause as the music that was blasting from the rental car lowered in volume, and then blasted again, along with a voice we all know: your's truly. "ONE NIGHT AND ONE MORE TIME! THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES, EVEN THOUGH THEY WEREN'T SO GREAT!"

The volume lowered again, and another voice cut in, deeper, and laced with a thick Irish accent. "Must you scream?"

"Up again!"

♫ Been looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad. And this crystal baaalllll. It's always cloudy except for, when you look into the past... ♫

The Irish accented tone now, as the music's volume lowered again. "Why do you keep doing that? I've a feeling this is a small shot at New Ed-"

"ONE NIGHT AND ONE MORE TIIIME!"

"...."

"THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES, THANKS FOR THE

"VANESSA!"

"Yes, my dear?" My voice held nothing but innocence. But what can you expect, from me? Vanessa. That crazy yet adorable as fuck, messy haired, coffee obsessed Norwegian chick? Yea, her. That's me. Hi! How's it goin'? Wonderful weather we're havin' here in not-so-sunny Saint Paul, Minnesota... 50 degrees. Fuckin'....... anyway. Ya may have noticed... things changed; yet a lot stayed the same. Biggest difference? Wellll... let's just say, a VOW was made. And so here I am.

"I think that you-"

"Hold that thought, Dawn..." I blasted the music once more, the chorus of the song coming up again, before I leaned toward Jessica Brennan (my personal assistant), and we both started singing and dancing to the song...

"WHOAAA! One niight and one more tiiime, thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great... he tastes like you, only sweeetterrr! One night, yeah, one more tiime! Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories... he, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr!"

Dawn Ashby, my manager, sighed and shook her head. But the shadow of a smile played upon her lips as she finally parked our car and turned off the ignition. Jessi and I, who're in the backseat, both pouted at her, and she rolled her eyes and opened her door. She wasn't havin' none of our sheeit! Well fine. I threw my door open just as dramatically, jumping out and pointing a finger right in her face.

"I heard what you said, B.T.dubs! Don't accuse me of taking shots at people. I NEVER, EVERRRRRR make obscure references to other people and things..." I smiled my sweetest smile, which Dawn grimaced at as she put her perfectly manicured fingers on my hand and lowered it with a frown.

"Nonetheless, there are more relevant matters to discuss." She started walking down the sidewalk, and I twirled along after her, nearly sending poor Jessi flying with a hip bump, before I casually strolled after the much taller Irish beauty. She continued speaking all professional-like... "As you know, quite a few things happened over the past month... both on a personal and business level."

"Yeah, the boob job I was thinkin' of getting would be both..."

"Of course, as your manager..." Dawn went on, ignoring my comment, "... I focus on the business end of things. You recently left your previous federation... they claim they fired you, but before they had the chance, you had already put in your resignation... correct?"

"Yep. They just wanna save face, since their precious lil company's goin' downhill now that they don't have one of the most famous female wrasslers on their side."

"Hm. Indeed. That said, we move on from them because..."

"Cuz I found somethin' that's similar, but somehow way different. A better deal, a stronger force, and one not run by a naked mole rat with his, and others', heads up his ass." I paused, before tappin' a finger to my lips deviously. "Not that I'm makin' any obscure references to anything..."

"Uh huh..." She peered at me, and I flashed her a cheeky grin in response as she went on. "My point is, the company you reside in now has created it's first event, and the matches have been made."

"Ooo, who'd I get? Are they pretty? Do they have nice bewbs?"

"It's PKA... or Patrick Kay Anthony. He has a certain appreciation for some... dishonorable... substances. He does seem to have a bit of experience in this field, but-"

"So? Does he have nice bewbs?"

"..."

"..."

"Oh look, th-they have vendors here in Saint P-Paul!" Jessi cried, movin' past us as she made her way to a cocky looking vendor. Dawn and I followed suit, and when we get to the cart... we're met with quite a surprise...

"Steve...? Pretzel Vendor Steve...?!"

"Aha, in the flesh." He peeked up from the rim of his large, bright blue fedora (feather on top), smirking flirtatiously at me. But I just stared blankly at him in response. "I'm sure you're wondering what I'm doing here-"

"Not really. But I'll pretend I care for a free pretzel-"

But Steve was already monologuing... "There I was, in the middle of a war between total fucking douchebags... and a bunch of Benedict Arnold Bitch Asses... whose side do I pick? Good, or evil? Who should I lend my vending skills and powerful penis beams? The decision was difficult (not really), and I-"

"You were fired, weren't cha?"

Steve stopped the dramatics to glare over at me. "No. How can they fire someone who never worked there?"

"Wut?"

"Technically, I never signed anything....." He let his sentence trail off, and I raised an eyebrow, while Dawn just shook her head.

"Don't tell me you were selling pretzels backstage without actually being a member of the staff...."

"Ha! Like they'd ever make me a member of their staff!" Steve scoffed, waving Dawn off. "I'm way overqualified for something like that..."

"You're a pretzel vendor..."

"NEVER mock the joy of hot, salty snacks in and around your mouth!"

"...."

Pushing Dawn outta the way, I smiled brightly at Steve as he made up a pretzel for me. "So what're you gonna do now that yer outta there?"

"Here, my new cinnamon sugar pretzel..." He shoved the doughy goodness into my hands, before staring off into the distance, "... and, to answer your question... I'll go wherever the wind blows the delicious scent of my pretzels..."

"Is that an innuendo for something..." Dawn asked, a look of disgust on her face. But Pretzel Vendor Steve turned his head slightly to gaze at her, before lifting his chin slightly, grabbing hold of his cart, and chuckling.

"It might be. But it might not be. That's for you to decide. As for me? I have unsuspecting citizens to bless with both my presence, and homemade hot cheese, all over the warm, melt in your mouth pretzels that I hold dear. Until next time....."

He suddenly hopped up on his cart, and the wind pushed him forward, down the street (a small hill giving him momentum). We watched him roll off into the distance, the setting sun just so happening to be right in front o him... and Dawn slowly mouthed 'what the feck'. I blinked, then looked at Dawn.

"Do you think HE has nice bewbs?"

"..."

"I liked h-his hat." Jessi smiled brightly, and I did the same.

"I liked his tight pants... wonder what he's packing?"

"P-pretzels, mostly."

"He stuffs his pants with pretzels?!"

"None of this has anything to do with your opponent this week!" Dawn suddenly snapped out, and both Jessi and I looked over at her. Handing my pretzel over to Jessi for a moment, I pulled my hair back into a ponytail as I responded.

"Then let's go train. I ain't done that a minute, anyway. I'm not too concerned... I mean, I'm pumped for what's to come..." Flexing a bit, I took back my salty snack and shrugged at my manager. "VOW is different. No one getting on anyone's asses about training for a match that, in retrospect... is just that: a simple match. Even against PKA... do what your career entitles you to. Show up, do how you do... and, in my eyes, have a lil fun. That's what I'm known for... right?"

Dawn frowned slightly as I shot her a wink, before glancing down at the 'gift' from Pretzel Vendor Steve. I totally didn't go deep into thought after looking at it. But really, how could I not? There was a lot to process nowadays. Things were changing... and for once? I think I can actually truly say... for the better. The corners of my mouth turned up into a soft grin, before I shook my head and just took a big bite of the pretzel in my grasp, chewing slowly, before Jessi innocently asked me how it was. Dawn tapped her foot impatiently, and we started walking again, as I swallowed, then responded with a mischievous grin...

"The same, really. Just... sweeter."

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