Post by emmanuelle on Jul 29, 2023 7:08:44 GMT
Philadelphia, PA
Wells Fargo Center
Sacrifice Post Match Comments
Booming music could be heard through the arena as the event continued on. Onto the next match, the next act. Emmanuelle wasn’t sure what her next act would be. While she was disappointed and hurting, her condition wasn’t anywhere near bad enough to keep her from the press. She walked over towards the small gaggle of press that typically assembled outside the locker room, hands on hips. She was definitely sore after her struggle with Serenity but wouldn’t ever let people see how sore. The expression on her face was conflicting. Her lips managed to curl into a wry little smile, but her eyes were almost burning with disappointment.
“Well…that fucking sucked.”
The small press contingent couldn’t help but chuckle at the statement. Emmy was still trying to process what had just transpired. For thirty minutes, she and Serenity exchanged insults and holds, smirks and strikes. Emmanuelle had gotten a taste of the 22nd Century and had in a strange way enjoyed every bit of it. She took a few more moments to gather her breath before speaking again.
“No, I jest. That didn’t suck. That was incredible. When I got here, my goal was to make matches like that a reality. I wanted to help lure the very best, the highest quality of professional wrestlers here for IWF’s Women’s Division and I have done just that. Serenity was the first of many who have arrived since I promised to help build this division into something special. And…I have to say, she’s almost as good as she says she is….”
As if to emphasize something to the cameras, she finds one of the TV cameras and holds up a single finger, looking into the camera as if she’s talking to Serenity herself.
“Almost. Serenity, you had fun playing by regular rules, huh? You enjoyed giving me my alleged fifteen minutes of fame? As you can see, fifteen wasn’t enough for me. Neither was thirty. No, I think the next time we meet it has to be something special, right? We couldn’t decide this under normal circumstances, normal rules. We’ve got to up the ante.”
There was an intensity in her eyes that she didn’t put on camera often, but everyone hearing her comments in person definitely saw it. So taken aback they were by that look that there was not a soul willing to ask questions after a few moments of silence.
“I don’t really have much else to say about tonight or anything going forward. I know that there’s already a Women’s World title match decided for Bloody Assizes, but I have a feeling that our rematch should happen there. If you want to do it again, I’ll gladly tussle with you again. But that’s for another day. I’m going to go get cleaned up, get dressed up, and see if I can find a decent slice of Philly nightlife to keep me busy for a little while. Just remember, this is exactly what I had planned when I came to IWF. The big names signed up to join the roster. The thirty minute classics. The pomp, the prestige, the circumstance! All you fans out there watching on TV or the internet, just know that you’re welcome and I’m well aware that I have many steps to fulfill in my promise to make this division strong. All I need is a rematch, a victory against Serenity, and then I’ll have a chance to REALLY put things in motion that will change everything. The earth is about to quake, boys and girls. Just warning you now… ”
With a quick wink to the cameras and a quick flash of a peace sign with her fingers, Emmy walked over to the locker room door. Once inside, she looked around for a moment before settling by a locker.
Respect was definitely earned on the night.
Emmy was sitting down in a diner, dressed in a simple outfit: white T-shirt, baggy light blue jeans, her favorite red, white and black sneakers and a Philadelphia Phillies cap turned backwards. On the green countertop was one of her favorite desserts: cheesecake. Not just any cheesecake either: it was topped with bits of graham crackers and fresh fruit. Using her phone to record the delicacy for her social media followers, she decided to add in a message to her opponent as well, just to stir the pot online some more.
“Keep your words soft and sweet, you may have to eat them later.”
That’s an adage I heard a lot growing up and a lot of the time in the wrestling business. Serenity…there was a lot that you promised me when we were first getting ready to square off. You called yourself the “standard”. You said that I was going to be your sacrifice. You told me that you were going to use me as a stepping stone on your way to becoming the youngest world champion that the IWF has seen in its Women’s Division.
You even told me that wrestling would lose every dollar it’s ever earned if people were like me.
How does it feel to be proven mostly wrong on everything that you’ve claimed and promised? You told me that I was going to be a sacrifice? Look at me, standing here in the flesh. No blood stains, no knife, no altar to the greatness of Serenity Holmes burning incense yet. You said that we were on different levels…yet our match ended in a time limit draw. A rarity for me but it’s something that’s happened before on a couple of occasions, in fact earlier this year I went to a sixty-minute draw in SWWS defending my World Championship.
Sixty minutes.
Now, I want you to think about that for just a little bit. Our match on Sacrifice went, what, thirty minutes? I’m already prepared to go twice that far, even further if necessary, to find a way to crack you. Are you ready to go that far? Even with all the experience that you’ve acquired in your short but incredible young career, have you ever been pulled into waters that deep? Forty five minutes? Sixty minutes? Ninety minutes?
I have.
And I’ve come out clean on the other side.
For all the claims of not being equal, you have to admit for that hour we were just that, equal. Look what has happened. The internet was raving about our match despite the broadcast issues during it. We both demanded a rematch and now it’s been added to the Pay-Per-View with no time limit. This time a bell and some asshole with a stopwatch won’t settle things for us. We get to settle them ourselves.
According to you though, this shouldn’t even be necessary! I should just bend my knees and get on the ground and bask in your barely-finished-high school glory, bow down to our future wrestling queen! One forearm to the face from me probably knocked that notion out of your head, didn’t it? It’s easy to chirp and be rude. It’s easy to proclaim yourself the center of attention, the standard, when you haven’t done dick to live up to it, especially in the two matches you’ve been in. Not so easy when you’re standing across the ring from me, is it? Words and records and reputation don’t matter then. The only things that matter are how much punishment you’re willing to take and what you’re willing to dish out in measure.
See, this is what we call in the business getting your own shit shoved back in your face. You spent all that time talking down to me as if you were dealing with an insect. After the bell rang and we were separated, I got a quick look over at you. I saw a different look in your eyes. I didn’t see the same confidence that you had before. I didn’t see the pretty peacock of a young woman strutting her stuff like you did on the way to the ring to fight me.
I saw two things: a burgeoning sense of humility….and frustration. You didn’t expect someone like me to expose you to the degree that I did and that HURT you. I think that’s the reason you were so eager to face me once more.
Do I paint a pretty accurate picture, or do I exaggerate?
One of the things that I like about this diner is that they have No Limits to what you can put on your dessert. If you want to be a crazy, sick individual and put scrambled eggs on top of your dessert of choice, you can. Fried shrimp, you bet. Fresh fruit, go for it.
Our stipulation for this match, this rematch at Bloody Assizes has no time limit. After having an appetizer in our last encounter, it’s only appropriate that I get a whole meal this time…
And when I’ve won?
Let’s just say I’ll have my just desserts…..
Emmy took a massive bite of the berry and cheesecake confection that she had been craving for some time and had herself a long, pleasurable chew of it, smiling the whole time. Not having a traveling buddy this week sucked but having a place like this to come and sample? It was wonderful. Music to her ears.
When you step into a wrestling ring and exchange holds with someone, beat the crap out of them, you learn things. You learn what they’re about, where they’re from, who they are as people. It’s funny to say, but you can learn a hell of a lot about someone by slapping them in the face and seeing how hard they slap you back. You wanna know what I learned about you when we wrestled for the first time, Serenity?
You’re angry.
About what, I don’t know. That’s not even my business to know to be honest with you. But I could feel the anger when I wrestled you. But it wasn’t like the normal anger that you get from getting worked up on adrenaline during a wrestling match. This was something a bit more deep-rooted within you. It felt like the whole time you were talking down to me as if I were a child needing to prove myself to the new teacher at school or something you lost sight of the fact that you’re still learning.
Yes, you have a nice name and a nice pedigree.
Yes, you have accomplished a lot in your career already.
Yes, people may have been on their hands and knees crawling, begging for you to sign up for their company. Guess what though: since you’ve come to IWF, you haven’t won a match yet. You lost that self-indulgent anime slap-fight of a main event for the Invictus Championship against Matt Knox. You didn’t beat me.
Your record: 0-1-1.
When you look at it that way, it seems like you’ve been just as underwhelming, if not moreso, than myself and failing to live up to your own lofty “standards”.
I’d say YOU are the one who has proven to be rather mediocre. But, I didn’t beat you either so I can’t completely shit on you juuuuust yet. Oh no. That has to wait until after I’ve pushed you past your limits and found out what you’re made of. See, I’m not going to make wild, crazy claims about being the toughest challenge of your career and how you don’t belong. I’m not that stupid and I’m nowhere near as arrogant as you are right now.
I used to be. I used to be that same kind of smartmouthed, disrespectful little tart that you are now. Funny thing is I was winning titles and all that, going on unbeaten runs, trashing people’s taste in fashion, and reminding the world of the Platinum Rule (Which is Don’t Fuck With Emmanuelle, FYI) while you were still in high school getting ready for prom. But then I hit a wall. Then I mellowed out. Then I had to realize that as good as I was, I wasn’t going to get better until I started respecting my opposition and, in cases where it’s warranted, learning from them a little bit.
What did you learn about me when we first wrestled, huh?
I learned about you. I saw into your very soul. And do you want to know what I saw when I stripped the veneer of arrogance away: a scared little girl. I don’t mean that in a mean, disrespectful way either, I just see someone who is desperate to prove that they are at the top tier. Be it through words or deeds in the ring, you have to have the spotlight on you at all times. You have to have every eye focused on what you’re doing.
Me?
As much as I adore my public, I don’t have to be front and center for everything. Remember how you said you were headlining and I was mid-card fodder for your big debut. Look at us now, joined by the hip, getting ready for one of the most highly anticipated IWF matches in years. YEARS. That’s the kind of power that we wield together…just understand that’s not power that you wield alone. Our division is only as good as the people we face. The moment we shit on those who stand with us, the moment we become too cool for school, so to speak…
That’s the moment where we’re lost. And sister, you’re looking hella lost right now.
Don’t worry though. I’m gonna help you find your way again, right after I give you a tour of the Palisades.
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Fairmont Pittsburgh Hotel
Emmy didn’t consider Pittsburgh that interesting a city, but she was able to find a nice hotel to lounge in for a while. Sadly, none of her friends were able to come with her. Everyone else had obligations to other wrestling organizations across the US. Even so, they managed to stay in touch. They had started a group chat for all of them to keep up with each other and their goings-on.
Sena: Training sucks.
Ty: It’s not going to suck as much as me kicking your ass in a couple of days.
Stephanie: Boys, you’re both pretty. Play nice.
Ty: Play nice!? My friend challenged me for my championship!
SONYA: Can we talk about something else?
Carlos: Uh….I just saved 15 percent on my car insurance?
Stephanie: Stop. Just stop, C.
Sena: Emmy’s been kinda quiet. Have any of you heard from her?
SONYA: She’s in Pittsburgh. Rematch with that Serenity girl.
Sena: Serenity Holmes, right? I saw her wrestle a few weeks ago. She’s definitely got some game.
Cassie Wu: Did you see her match with Emmy? Thirty minutes and it was AWESOME. Hey everybody.
Sena: Hey Cassie. Can you do me a favor?
Cassie Wu: Sorry, no favors. You’re wrestling my favorite wrestler soon. You’re on the bad list until that’s over.
Stephanie: Don’t worry about Emmy, Sena, btw. If I know her she’s probably sitting somewhere in a bikini watching the world go by.
Stephanie: SEE!?! (Damn girl if I wasn’t married I’d slide in the DMs like crazy) I told you she was alright!
SONYA: She does look lovely.
Ty: I’d never let that fool me though, ma. I’ve seen her pissed off, she doesn’t look like much of a model then.
Emmanuelle: Hey everyone. What’s up?
Ty: Getting ready to kick Sena’s ass.
Sena: Getting ready to kick Tyler’s ass.
Stephanie: Getting ready to kick someone’s ass.
SONYA: Getting ready to….I don’t know? Travel? I will go back to Japan soon for a few weeks. JET tour.
Carlos: You’re touring Japan via a Jet? Awesome.
SONYA: No, Carlos ... .JET. The promotion. Joshi Extreme Takeover. You know, the one in Japan that your younger sister works for sometimes?
Carlos: You’re flying in a Jet named after a Joshi promotion?
Stephanie: SHE’S TRAVELING TO WRESTLE FOR AZUMI AND HARUNA’S PROMOTION, GODDAMN! HOW CAN YOU BE SO DENSE!?
Diantha: He ate glue as a child, I’m told.
Carlos: DI- you’re my sis..but go to hell, okay?
Emmanuelle: I’m super excited about this rematch. No time limit.
SONYA: That should be interesting.
Carlos: You know what else didn’t have a time limit?
Sena: Oh Christ, here he goes again…
Carlos: When I won a world championship in front of 100,000 people at the Rose Bowl, wrestling for over an hour and fifteen minutes in a battle royal to determine a champion! Who else has done something like that?!
Stephanie: Lots of people. Anyway, good luck Emmy. And make sure those two knuckleheads don’t kill each other when they fight.
Emmy set her phone down and shook her head for a few moments, trying hard to fight off the giggles that had come from reading all those messages. Her friends were a trip, as always. It was great to have them to talk to, share ideas with. Being wrestlers themselves, they understood everything unique about her life. Balance was good for the soul. In her own way, she was hoping to help Serenity find hers. Or at least give her a swift kick in the ass towards the right direction. Before she worried about any of that though, she decided to get a massage.
These one hour, death-defying wrestling classics weren’t just going to spring up out of thin air ,were they? Her body needed to be well-rested. Her mind, much to her delight, was completely at ease and completely cool…even in a hellish summer like the world was going through.
Wells Fargo Center
Sacrifice Post Match Comments
Booming music could be heard through the arena as the event continued on. Onto the next match, the next act. Emmanuelle wasn’t sure what her next act would be. While she was disappointed and hurting, her condition wasn’t anywhere near bad enough to keep her from the press. She walked over towards the small gaggle of press that typically assembled outside the locker room, hands on hips. She was definitely sore after her struggle with Serenity but wouldn’t ever let people see how sore. The expression on her face was conflicting. Her lips managed to curl into a wry little smile, but her eyes were almost burning with disappointment.
“Well…that fucking sucked.”
The small press contingent couldn’t help but chuckle at the statement. Emmy was still trying to process what had just transpired. For thirty minutes, she and Serenity exchanged insults and holds, smirks and strikes. Emmanuelle had gotten a taste of the 22nd Century and had in a strange way enjoyed every bit of it. She took a few more moments to gather her breath before speaking again.
“No, I jest. That didn’t suck. That was incredible. When I got here, my goal was to make matches like that a reality. I wanted to help lure the very best, the highest quality of professional wrestlers here for IWF’s Women’s Division and I have done just that. Serenity was the first of many who have arrived since I promised to help build this division into something special. And…I have to say, she’s almost as good as she says she is….”
As if to emphasize something to the cameras, she finds one of the TV cameras and holds up a single finger, looking into the camera as if she’s talking to Serenity herself.
“Almost. Serenity, you had fun playing by regular rules, huh? You enjoyed giving me my alleged fifteen minutes of fame? As you can see, fifteen wasn’t enough for me. Neither was thirty. No, I think the next time we meet it has to be something special, right? We couldn’t decide this under normal circumstances, normal rules. We’ve got to up the ante.”
There was an intensity in her eyes that she didn’t put on camera often, but everyone hearing her comments in person definitely saw it. So taken aback they were by that look that there was not a soul willing to ask questions after a few moments of silence.
“I don’t really have much else to say about tonight or anything going forward. I know that there’s already a Women’s World title match decided for Bloody Assizes, but I have a feeling that our rematch should happen there. If you want to do it again, I’ll gladly tussle with you again. But that’s for another day. I’m going to go get cleaned up, get dressed up, and see if I can find a decent slice of Philly nightlife to keep me busy for a little while. Just remember, this is exactly what I had planned when I came to IWF. The big names signed up to join the roster. The thirty minute classics. The pomp, the prestige, the circumstance! All you fans out there watching on TV or the internet, just know that you’re welcome and I’m well aware that I have many steps to fulfill in my promise to make this division strong. All I need is a rematch, a victory against Serenity, and then I’ll have a chance to REALLY put things in motion that will change everything. The earth is about to quake, boys and girls. Just warning you now… ”
With a quick wink to the cameras and a quick flash of a peace sign with her fingers, Emmy walked over to the locker room door. Once inside, she looked around for a moment before settling by a locker.
Respect was definitely earned on the night.
Emmy was sitting down in a diner, dressed in a simple outfit: white T-shirt, baggy light blue jeans, her favorite red, white and black sneakers and a Philadelphia Phillies cap turned backwards. On the green countertop was one of her favorite desserts: cheesecake. Not just any cheesecake either: it was topped with bits of graham crackers and fresh fruit. Using her phone to record the delicacy for her social media followers, she decided to add in a message to her opponent as well, just to stir the pot online some more.
“Keep your words soft and sweet, you may have to eat them later.”
That’s an adage I heard a lot growing up and a lot of the time in the wrestling business. Serenity…there was a lot that you promised me when we were first getting ready to square off. You called yourself the “standard”. You said that I was going to be your sacrifice. You told me that you were going to use me as a stepping stone on your way to becoming the youngest world champion that the IWF has seen in its Women’s Division.
You even told me that wrestling would lose every dollar it’s ever earned if people were like me.
How does it feel to be proven mostly wrong on everything that you’ve claimed and promised? You told me that I was going to be a sacrifice? Look at me, standing here in the flesh. No blood stains, no knife, no altar to the greatness of Serenity Holmes burning incense yet. You said that we were on different levels…yet our match ended in a time limit draw. A rarity for me but it’s something that’s happened before on a couple of occasions, in fact earlier this year I went to a sixty-minute draw in SWWS defending my World Championship.
Sixty minutes.
Now, I want you to think about that for just a little bit. Our match on Sacrifice went, what, thirty minutes? I’m already prepared to go twice that far, even further if necessary, to find a way to crack you. Are you ready to go that far? Even with all the experience that you’ve acquired in your short but incredible young career, have you ever been pulled into waters that deep? Forty five minutes? Sixty minutes? Ninety minutes?
I have.
And I’ve come out clean on the other side.
For all the claims of not being equal, you have to admit for that hour we were just that, equal. Look what has happened. The internet was raving about our match despite the broadcast issues during it. We both demanded a rematch and now it’s been added to the Pay-Per-View with no time limit. This time a bell and some asshole with a stopwatch won’t settle things for us. We get to settle them ourselves.
According to you though, this shouldn’t even be necessary! I should just bend my knees and get on the ground and bask in your barely-finished-high school glory, bow down to our future wrestling queen! One forearm to the face from me probably knocked that notion out of your head, didn’t it? It’s easy to chirp and be rude. It’s easy to proclaim yourself the center of attention, the standard, when you haven’t done dick to live up to it, especially in the two matches you’ve been in. Not so easy when you’re standing across the ring from me, is it? Words and records and reputation don’t matter then. The only things that matter are how much punishment you’re willing to take and what you’re willing to dish out in measure.
See, this is what we call in the business getting your own shit shoved back in your face. You spent all that time talking down to me as if you were dealing with an insect. After the bell rang and we were separated, I got a quick look over at you. I saw a different look in your eyes. I didn’t see the same confidence that you had before. I didn’t see the pretty peacock of a young woman strutting her stuff like you did on the way to the ring to fight me.
I saw two things: a burgeoning sense of humility….and frustration. You didn’t expect someone like me to expose you to the degree that I did and that HURT you. I think that’s the reason you were so eager to face me once more.
Do I paint a pretty accurate picture, or do I exaggerate?
One of the things that I like about this diner is that they have No Limits to what you can put on your dessert. If you want to be a crazy, sick individual and put scrambled eggs on top of your dessert of choice, you can. Fried shrimp, you bet. Fresh fruit, go for it.
Our stipulation for this match, this rematch at Bloody Assizes has no time limit. After having an appetizer in our last encounter, it’s only appropriate that I get a whole meal this time…
And when I’ve won?
Let’s just say I’ll have my just desserts…..
Emmy took a massive bite of the berry and cheesecake confection that she had been craving for some time and had herself a long, pleasurable chew of it, smiling the whole time. Not having a traveling buddy this week sucked but having a place like this to come and sample? It was wonderful. Music to her ears.
When you step into a wrestling ring and exchange holds with someone, beat the crap out of them, you learn things. You learn what they’re about, where they’re from, who they are as people. It’s funny to say, but you can learn a hell of a lot about someone by slapping them in the face and seeing how hard they slap you back. You wanna know what I learned about you when we wrestled for the first time, Serenity?
You’re angry.
About what, I don’t know. That’s not even my business to know to be honest with you. But I could feel the anger when I wrestled you. But it wasn’t like the normal anger that you get from getting worked up on adrenaline during a wrestling match. This was something a bit more deep-rooted within you. It felt like the whole time you were talking down to me as if I were a child needing to prove myself to the new teacher at school or something you lost sight of the fact that you’re still learning.
Yes, you have a nice name and a nice pedigree.
Yes, you have accomplished a lot in your career already.
Yes, people may have been on their hands and knees crawling, begging for you to sign up for their company. Guess what though: since you’ve come to IWF, you haven’t won a match yet. You lost that self-indulgent anime slap-fight of a main event for the Invictus Championship against Matt Knox. You didn’t beat me.
Your record: 0-1-1.
When you look at it that way, it seems like you’ve been just as underwhelming, if not moreso, than myself and failing to live up to your own lofty “standards”.
I’d say YOU are the one who has proven to be rather mediocre. But, I didn’t beat you either so I can’t completely shit on you juuuuust yet. Oh no. That has to wait until after I’ve pushed you past your limits and found out what you’re made of. See, I’m not going to make wild, crazy claims about being the toughest challenge of your career and how you don’t belong. I’m not that stupid and I’m nowhere near as arrogant as you are right now.
I used to be. I used to be that same kind of smartmouthed, disrespectful little tart that you are now. Funny thing is I was winning titles and all that, going on unbeaten runs, trashing people’s taste in fashion, and reminding the world of the Platinum Rule (Which is Don’t Fuck With Emmanuelle, FYI) while you were still in high school getting ready for prom. But then I hit a wall. Then I mellowed out. Then I had to realize that as good as I was, I wasn’t going to get better until I started respecting my opposition and, in cases where it’s warranted, learning from them a little bit.
What did you learn about me when we first wrestled, huh?
I learned about you. I saw into your very soul. And do you want to know what I saw when I stripped the veneer of arrogance away: a scared little girl. I don’t mean that in a mean, disrespectful way either, I just see someone who is desperate to prove that they are at the top tier. Be it through words or deeds in the ring, you have to have the spotlight on you at all times. You have to have every eye focused on what you’re doing.
Me?
As much as I adore my public, I don’t have to be front and center for everything. Remember how you said you were headlining and I was mid-card fodder for your big debut. Look at us now, joined by the hip, getting ready for one of the most highly anticipated IWF matches in years. YEARS. That’s the kind of power that we wield together…just understand that’s not power that you wield alone. Our division is only as good as the people we face. The moment we shit on those who stand with us, the moment we become too cool for school, so to speak…
That’s the moment where we’re lost. And sister, you’re looking hella lost right now.
Don’t worry though. I’m gonna help you find your way again, right after I give you a tour of the Palisades.
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Fairmont Pittsburgh Hotel
Emmy didn’t consider Pittsburgh that interesting a city, but she was able to find a nice hotel to lounge in for a while. Sadly, none of her friends were able to come with her. Everyone else had obligations to other wrestling organizations across the US. Even so, they managed to stay in touch. They had started a group chat for all of them to keep up with each other and their goings-on.
Sena: Training sucks.
Ty: It’s not going to suck as much as me kicking your ass in a couple of days.
Stephanie: Boys, you’re both pretty. Play nice.
Ty: Play nice!? My friend challenged me for my championship!
SONYA: Can we talk about something else?
Carlos: Uh….I just saved 15 percent on my car insurance?
Stephanie: Stop. Just stop, C.
Sena: Emmy’s been kinda quiet. Have any of you heard from her?
SONYA: She’s in Pittsburgh. Rematch with that Serenity girl.
Sena: Serenity Holmes, right? I saw her wrestle a few weeks ago. She’s definitely got some game.
Cassie Wu: Did you see her match with Emmy? Thirty minutes and it was AWESOME. Hey everybody.
Sena: Hey Cassie. Can you do me a favor?
Cassie Wu: Sorry, no favors. You’re wrestling my favorite wrestler soon. You’re on the bad list until that’s over.
Stephanie: Don’t worry about Emmy, Sena, btw. If I know her she’s probably sitting somewhere in a bikini watching the world go by.
Stephanie: SEE!?! (Damn girl if I wasn’t married I’d slide in the DMs like crazy) I told you she was alright!
SONYA: She does look lovely.
Ty: I’d never let that fool me though, ma. I’ve seen her pissed off, she doesn’t look like much of a model then.
Emmanuelle: Hey everyone. What’s up?
Ty: Getting ready to kick Sena’s ass.
Sena: Getting ready to kick Tyler’s ass.
Stephanie: Getting ready to kick someone’s ass.
SONYA: Getting ready to….I don’t know? Travel? I will go back to Japan soon for a few weeks. JET tour.
Carlos: You’re touring Japan via a Jet? Awesome.
SONYA: No, Carlos ... .JET. The promotion. Joshi Extreme Takeover. You know, the one in Japan that your younger sister works for sometimes?
Carlos: You’re flying in a Jet named after a Joshi promotion?
Stephanie: SHE’S TRAVELING TO WRESTLE FOR AZUMI AND HARUNA’S PROMOTION, GODDAMN! HOW CAN YOU BE SO DENSE!?
Diantha: He ate glue as a child, I’m told.
Carlos: DI- you’re my sis..but go to hell, okay?
Emmanuelle: I’m super excited about this rematch. No time limit.
SONYA: That should be interesting.
Carlos: You know what else didn’t have a time limit?
Sena: Oh Christ, here he goes again…
Carlos: When I won a world championship in front of 100,000 people at the Rose Bowl, wrestling for over an hour and fifteen minutes in a battle royal to determine a champion! Who else has done something like that?!
Stephanie: Lots of people. Anyway, good luck Emmy. And make sure those two knuckleheads don’t kill each other when they fight.
Emmy set her phone down and shook her head for a few moments, trying hard to fight off the giggles that had come from reading all those messages. Her friends were a trip, as always. It was great to have them to talk to, share ideas with. Being wrestlers themselves, they understood everything unique about her life. Balance was good for the soul. In her own way, she was hoping to help Serenity find hers. Or at least give her a swift kick in the ass towards the right direction. Before she worried about any of that though, she decided to get a massage.
These one hour, death-defying wrestling classics weren’t just going to spring up out of thin air ,were they? Her body needed to be well-rested. Her mind, much to her delight, was completely at ease and completely cool…even in a hellish summer like the world was going through.
Well howdy there pardner.