Post by Astrid Hall on Nov 13, 2023 5:11:03 GMT
"When I call myself a weapon it is not like some who dehumanize themselves." Astrid stands tall in front of the camera. "A weapon is forged. A weapon is honed. I am steel. I am iron. I am every battle I have been in and I am stronger for it."
"People don't question why I joined The Murder. Everyone knows. It has often been said that I like fighting. That I like war. That I like combat."
"Do I like combat? No, friends, I love combat!" Astrid smiles widely.
"I love skirmishes. I love battle royals. I love the feeling of sweat and blood mixing. I love handicap matches. I love cages. I love fighting with weapons. I love being chained to my opponent. I love conflicts, breaking bones, I love the sound of flesh against flesh, and the sound of victory."
"Wrestling should be all of these things. All of the ways that full contact sports should be. I want all of that. That is all I have ever wanted wrestling to be. My heart leaps with joy whenever a women gets on top the top rope to do a move that ten years earlier she would have been told not to bother. Because women were thought to be weaker. To exist to be tits and ass. That a women's only use is to bear children and look hot. I am not those things. I am a mother. I am a wife. But I was a warrior first. My wife was a warrior. My wife was a champion. And while she is happy to exist as she does out of the limelight. I do not begrudge her that The heartache and the pain she has suffered through is enough for her. My heart wants still more."
"I don't like it," Pandora said with her arms crossed as she looked over at Astrid covered in sweat and bruises from training.
"You can tell me not to vakker." Astrid offered. It wasn't the first time she had presented the choice to her wife and former IWF champion. They had a good life. They had a home, a cat, a daughter, and each other. Astrid should have been satisfied. She'd retired twice already. Once after Spike died, the memory still bitter and angry that she did not like thinking of it. And once when she felt wrestling wasn't what she wanted it to be. She'd done MMA again. She'd gone back to reenactments. She'd gone back to training the next generation.
But none of it made her feel as good as standing in the ring did. Pandora had success in their new life. She had a good career as a storyteller. Both audiobooks and a couple personal book projects. Writing some of the nightmares and things... making it fiction. It made it easier for her to handle. Astrid wished she had the skill.
"I don't want to tell you no. I know it's what you want. I'm just..."
"Scared."
"We lost Spike...I don't want to lose you too."
"I promise you will not lose me." Astrid moved across the room and hugged her wife to her chest, taking comfort in her smaller frame and cooler skin. "It's professional only. I am not a willing mindslave. You know that."
"She has a way of making people...different."
"I'll be careful."
"You better. Hope needs both her mothers." Pandora looked up at her with a soft smile, "Maybe even have her family come by for a visit?"
"Dawn comes by every Sunday for dinner."
"You know what I mean."
"Who you mean, yeah. You can call them. You were closer to them than I was." Astrid kissed Pandora's forehead. "I'm not keeping them from visiting. Warren and Fraya...Abigail...whatever she's calling herself now. They can visit anytime they want."
"With you playing With Rowan they might not want to."
"They didn't visit before. It shouldn't be an excuse now."
"Just...Promise me you won't split this family further with this whole Murder thing."
"Promise."
"I don't know Alexandra or Nick Knight overly well. I have not faced a man in a match before. But It is something I have always wanted to do. It is something I have thirsted for. It's something I asked management for before. But it was not allowed before."
"But time changes many things. You might not know me. My name is Astrid Hall. I was a champion. I fought many women and I made many of them bleed. I fought hard and I won when I could. But I learned when I lost. I might not be the attractive example female wrestling has become. But I am excited to finally be on equal footing."
"in fact, before I held back. Before I made sure to pull my punches. But now I understand better. Now I understand what this company really needs. It needs someone willing to do whatever needs to be done to put the animals down. It needs someone willing to make this sport a sport and less of a photoshoot. Ever since I was a child, I've felt like I've been living in a world made of glass. Always having to take special care not to break something - to break someone. Never allowing myself to lose control, even for a moment, or someone I care about could get seriously hurt. But now you've convinced me that the only thing that I can to to make sure you never hurt anyone again is to cut loose... and show you how dangerous I really am. Doesn't that make you happy? I've finally bought what you've been selling. I'm going to show you what it feels like to be deconstructed. To be the victim. To watch your dreams die.
And no matter what you might think now... I assure you that when its all over, it won't feel like you 'won' by getting me to let that wrath out of its cage. All you will feel agony as I inflict on you everything you've inflicted upon myself and others during your reign of terror. And when its all over, Maxine, I want you to remember one thing as you watch me rip your Pack apart with my bare hands...
So yes, I am in the murder. Yes I am on the side with an old enemy. Because the lust for battle is strong with in me. I was not meant to be a woman at home. I am too much of a warrior to sit out the rest of my life. I want one last rush of it... Vivienne, let’s bring them hell. I have my paint on. Give me my war."
"People don't question why I joined The Murder. Everyone knows. It has often been said that I like fighting. That I like war. That I like combat."
"Do I like combat? No, friends, I love combat!" Astrid smiles widely.
"I love skirmishes. I love battle royals. I love the feeling of sweat and blood mixing. I love handicap matches. I love cages. I love fighting with weapons. I love being chained to my opponent. I love conflicts, breaking bones, I love the sound of flesh against flesh, and the sound of victory."
"Wrestling should be all of these things. All of the ways that full contact sports should be. I want all of that. That is all I have ever wanted wrestling to be. My heart leaps with joy whenever a women gets on top the top rope to do a move that ten years earlier she would have been told not to bother. Because women were thought to be weaker. To exist to be tits and ass. That a women's only use is to bear children and look hot. I am not those things. I am a mother. I am a wife. But I was a warrior first. My wife was a warrior. My wife was a champion. And while she is happy to exist as she does out of the limelight. I do not begrudge her that The heartache and the pain she has suffered through is enough for her. My heart wants still more."
"I don't like it," Pandora said with her arms crossed as she looked over at Astrid covered in sweat and bruises from training.
"You can tell me not to vakker." Astrid offered. It wasn't the first time she had presented the choice to her wife and former IWF champion. They had a good life. They had a home, a cat, a daughter, and each other. Astrid should have been satisfied. She'd retired twice already. Once after Spike died, the memory still bitter and angry that she did not like thinking of it. And once when she felt wrestling wasn't what she wanted it to be. She'd done MMA again. She'd gone back to reenactments. She'd gone back to training the next generation.
But none of it made her feel as good as standing in the ring did. Pandora had success in their new life. She had a good career as a storyteller. Both audiobooks and a couple personal book projects. Writing some of the nightmares and things... making it fiction. It made it easier for her to handle. Astrid wished she had the skill.
"I don't want to tell you no. I know it's what you want. I'm just..."
"Scared."
"We lost Spike...I don't want to lose you too."
"I promise you will not lose me." Astrid moved across the room and hugged her wife to her chest, taking comfort in her smaller frame and cooler skin. "It's professional only. I am not a willing mindslave. You know that."
"She has a way of making people...different."
"I'll be careful."
"You better. Hope needs both her mothers." Pandora looked up at her with a soft smile, "Maybe even have her family come by for a visit?"
"Dawn comes by every Sunday for dinner."
"You know what I mean."
"Who you mean, yeah. You can call them. You were closer to them than I was." Astrid kissed Pandora's forehead. "I'm not keeping them from visiting. Warren and Fraya...Abigail...whatever she's calling herself now. They can visit anytime they want."
"With you playing With Rowan they might not want to."
"They didn't visit before. It shouldn't be an excuse now."
"Just...Promise me you won't split this family further with this whole Murder thing."
"Promise."
"I don't know Alexandra or Nick Knight overly well. I have not faced a man in a match before. But It is something I have always wanted to do. It is something I have thirsted for. It's something I asked management for before. But it was not allowed before."
"But time changes many things. You might not know me. My name is Astrid Hall. I was a champion. I fought many women and I made many of them bleed. I fought hard and I won when I could. But I learned when I lost. I might not be the attractive example female wrestling has become. But I am excited to finally be on equal footing."
"in fact, before I held back. Before I made sure to pull my punches. But now I understand better. Now I understand what this company really needs. It needs someone willing to do whatever needs to be done to put the animals down. It needs someone willing to make this sport a sport and less of a photoshoot. Ever since I was a child, I've felt like I've been living in a world made of glass. Always having to take special care not to break something - to break someone. Never allowing myself to lose control, even for a moment, or someone I care about could get seriously hurt. But now you've convinced me that the only thing that I can to to make sure you never hurt anyone again is to cut loose... and show you how dangerous I really am. Doesn't that make you happy? I've finally bought what you've been selling. I'm going to show you what it feels like to be deconstructed. To be the victim. To watch your dreams die.
And no matter what you might think now... I assure you that when its all over, it won't feel like you 'won' by getting me to let that wrath out of its cage. All you will feel agony as I inflict on you everything you've inflicted upon myself and others during your reign of terror. And when its all over, Maxine, I want you to remember one thing as you watch me rip your Pack apart with my bare hands...
So yes, I am in the murder. Yes I am on the side with an old enemy. Because the lust for battle is strong with in me. I was not meant to be a woman at home. I am too much of a warrior to sit out the rest of my life. I want one last rush of it... Vivienne, let’s bring them hell. I have my paint on. Give me my war."
Well howdy there pardner.