Post by Mai Everstone on Feb 8, 2023 6:50:55 GMT
Mai had won the preshow match. She had done that. She’d done a pretty good job at winning some matches and considering the fact she’d gotten away with a win made it feel worthwhile, specifically the fact she had beaten some real talent in that much.
But she couldn’t let up. She had to make this career work. She hadn’t made it in a normal job, she was too wild to go back home and become a good Morman wife. This was her key. This felt right. This was how she was going to feed herself and not go crazy. She just needed to get good at it.
And in order to get good, she needed to work out and get booked more. Mai knew she couldn’t go easy on her routine, not here and definitely not now. Che had beaten her sort of once already. As possible as it was that Che would come in overconfident, she couldn’t take the risk.
Today she was focusing on lifting weights and straining on the weight she selected.
But no pain no gain.
A guy wandered into the gym, and checked Mai out from behind, unashamedly. He slapped her playfully on the rear. Mai dropped the weight bar and turned around decking whoever had just slapped her on the ass on instinct. “What the fuck dude?”
The guy stumbled back, clutching his jaw. “ Ow, what the fuck, Birdie, I thought we were cool!”
Mai flexed her hand, wincing at the pain. “Ow. Jesus. Fuck me with a chainsaw.”
“Kinky,” he grinned, brushing it off quickly as if he was used to being struck by a woman.
“What kind of guy just slaps a girl on the ass without asking or talking to her?”
“Someone confident in themselves obviously,” He smiled, rubbing his jaw still. “Because that’s your name, ain’t it?”
Mai gave him a stern look, “It’s really not. Mai Everstone is my name.”
The guy stared at her confused.
“I’ll show you my ID.” Mai insisted.
“Son of a bitch, sorry. I thought you were…somebody else. You look just like her. Sure ya two could be twins.”
Mai blinked, confused for a long moment. “Uh… well I’m an only child as far as I know so…”
He pulled out his phone, and clicked through his phone until Birdie Winston’s Instagram came up, and showed her a picture of this friend. “See for yourself, this is Birdie Winston, see?”
Mai stared at the other girl for a very, very long time. “Holy fuck. She…she looks just like me.”
“Tell me about it, I’ve heard of doppelgängers, but damn. She could be your sister.”
“…yeah… yeah she could.” Mai touched her own nose in comparison. It was identical. It was her father’s nose. He’d always told her that she had his nose. How could a stranger have her father’s nose…her own face. Was this a horror movie? It felt like a horror movie.
“Listen. My name is Bucky Spencer. Since I fucked up, maybe I can make it up ta ya, over drinks. Dinner, maybe?” Bucky smiled, clearly shooting his shot.
Mai barely heard him, staring at the girl with her face.
Mai is seen sitting in her backyard in a full ball gown with a bottle of wine in one hand andin the other hand a goblet clearly from a ren fair in the level of outlandishness. On the table is a bowl of bird food with crows bouncy around on the table.
I did think about renting a bouncy castle to celebrate my win but its honestly such a hassle to find one in the winter time. So I'll feel like a goddamn disney princess.
Do you ever feel like your life might be a movie or a really boring slice-of-life anime? I sometimes do. Not to get like meta or anything but sometimes you come upon a moment and just go, ‘huh.. Must be the sweeps week episode’. I mean sure, we all look into the camera like its the office when we have some disaster, don’t we? Not to say I’ve completely split with reality or anything. Just … okay, I don’t like dancing around the topic.
Che, and I mean this in the politest way I can, you talk as if every part of your dialogue was written by a man who hasn’t touched grass in a very long time. I mean, it’s ‘Joss Whedon Wonder Woman’ movie level of bad. Did you suffer from a head injury? I know you have this huge complicated thing with your relationship with your dad-and what is with everyone and a terrible relationship with their father lately?- does he give you a script for your promos? I just… sweetie, you don’t have to be such a ‘Not Like Other Girls’ or a ‘Pick-me’.
It’s honestly concerning how hard you are trying to appeal to the men in the audience. Now I’m not slut shaming you or anything. Want to show off the good, go for it. But maybe talk more like a human being and less like an AI a guy who has an anime body pillow would write?
Now, you might say I’m being a bitch because I'm not as hot as you or whatever. And sure, you are hotter than me. But in
this business haven’t we moved on from being just hot? And like… seriously where is your head?
You got the queen’s gambit case. And what have you done since? Seriously. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
Sorry. Sorry. Not trying to lose my chill here.
But for real, bestie, what are you doing? You get a free pass to challenge for the women’s world title, you get your ass kicked and then you get your ass kicked again. So what? You just… don’t feel like you have to try anymore because you got a briefcase? Disgusting. And no, I don’t want to hear about what you might be doing in some other company to explain why you keep eating dirt here. If you can’t multitask, baby, don’t multitask.
Like, if failing at your job after getting the biggest boost this division has seen this year is some big sigma male grind set to get the current Champ off her game? What do I know? I don’t come from a legacy or got special training from someone old to the game. But I think proving you didn’t win on a fluke would be more important than pretending to be terrible.
And maybe I’m coming at this with more teeth than I should. Maybe the fact you talked about every other girl in the Queen’s gambit match more than me and just wrote me off as ‘hot topic aesthetic’ and nothing more pisses me off. Maybe when we get in the ring at Odyssey I'll beat you so good management will strip you of the case you clearly don’t deserve. Maybe I'm just having a bad week. Who can say?
Well howdy there pardner.