Post by Rayne Draven-Omega on May 22, 2015 23:01:05 GMT -6
"Was this a betrayal, or was it an act of courage? Perhaps both. Neither one involves forethought: such things take place in an instant, in an eye blink. This can only be because they have been rehearsed by us already, over and over, in silence and darkness; in such silence, such darkness, that we are ignorant of them ourselves. Blind but sure-footed, we step forward as if into a remembered dance.” - Margaret Atwood
Free Will
Free Will
"Reya, I'm sorry," I find muttering to myself under muted breath.
"Pardon me, Rayne. However I did not quite hear what you had just said."
My mind snaps back to the Boardwalk Wrestling Ladies open invitational. Surprisingly I was the only entrant from Visionaries of Wrestling to take part. It was quiet the experience wrestling at Bally's in Atlantic City. Where did I go wrong?
The bell rang and in front of me was a tanned brunette she looked to be of Brazilian decent. Joanna Tarzanna. The woman wrestled in a leopard print spandex dress, but her knife edge chops hurt like a bitch. They reddened my chest as mine reddened hers. There was an opening and I punched Joanna the Jungle Girl in the face with a wild haymaker. Two other women from Boardwalk came up from behind. Jade Armstrong and Skye Hollister. Theytook me down to help their fellow Boardwalker. When I dusted myself off and came to I saw Joanna was not for alliances as she was trading shots with Armstrong and Hollister. There was an opening for the taking. Without a thought or moment's hesitation, I ran up behind Joanna and smashed her face into the turnbuckle, then tossed her over the top rope. I quickly spun around to make sure nobody was targeting my shorter frame. It felt good. A rush of accomplishment came over me as Joanna was eliminated at my hand. My arms reached to the sky as a quick but subtle victory. It ended as quickly as I felt it when I turned back around only to see Joanna straddling the top rope. Her mouth agape. WTF? Who straddles the top rope in a battle royal?
Jade Armstrong was trying to push Tarzanna over the top when I came a charging. Armstrong dove out of the way when I leapt up and drove a spinning wheel kick right into the side of Tarzanna's head and she fell out of the ring like a sack of potatoes. I took a moment to collect my breath, only to see mere feet away, Erika Jo Hardy and Skye Hollister rolling over each other like it was a cat fight. If there wasn't anything that pissed me off more it was seeing two woman cat fighting in a wrestling ring. Women like myself, like Stacy Jones, like Reya Serra, Vanessa, Valora, Chelsea Armstrong, Nekia Shaw for fucks sake. We prided ourselves on pure wrestling skill and ability And this sight was disgusting. All I could think about were pervs watching around the arena grabbing at their junks looking to butter the popcorn. It disgusted me. I felt dirty by association and for a split second I thought of eliminating myself. However I am a wrestler and I can't just give up. Despite having the free will to make that choice.
Much of the match, the conflict after that became a blur. I remember being on the apron towards my final moments in the battle as Hollister charged me. She didn't expect the back body drop that flung her out and over. Two eliminations under my belt. This one being the last Boardwalker in the match and I was instantaneously bumped off the apron falling on her. The shock, the upset put me in a place where I did not realize I was sitting on another human being until I heard those words.
"Get off me, ya fat bitch."
As someone who has just gotten comfortable in my own skill. It was found to be very rude, very unnecessary. But what was very satisfying was getting up and shutting her up with a leg drop across the throat.
"Stuff it."
Excuse me? Reya inquired.
I'm sorry I'm the weak link."