Post by Mai Everstone on Mar 28, 2024 13:30:55 GMT
Mai couldn’t sleep. She hated hotel rooms. She hated how uncomfortable the bedding was. She hates the fact she could hear the person on the right of her room snoring and the person on the left either having the best wank of their life or some pretty one sided sex.
Even the nightlight white noise machine couldn’t drown out either other room's noise. She stared at the patter of light on the ceiling that was meant to be a starry sky. She missed her own bed. She missed the creaks and unsettling noises her house made. She missed the sound of her birds.
Even with a bed stuffed with stuffed animals the bed felt too empty. The sheets felt itchy. The bed too hard. She’d tossed and turned for hours trying desperately to find rest. She felt like Goldilocks or something. Maybe it was the anxiety of the coming match.
Mai had no friends. She had the murder. Vivienne had taken a chance in her. Had invited her into the group. She felt like she wasn’t doing enough to make the risk worth it. What if they kicked her out for being a flop?
No one wanted her after all. Some parents she never met left her in a bus depot. Her own father only adopted her because it was the Christian thing to do. But knowing that made the already established distance between them farther. He’s always seemed like he was disappointed she couldn’t be like the normal kids. Other Mormon girls knew how to behave and didn’t sneak snakes and frogs into serves.
No, she thought as she rolled over again. She only had the murder. She needed this win. She needed to show them she wasn’t a waste of their expectations. She was going to win this match no matter what.
The Iron Maiden. This is the only event that the women’s division has that’s truly our own. This is it. The rest of the year we are forgotten with maybe being allowed to have a Heiress to the throne if we’ve been good. We don’t even get an all-female pay-per-view anymore. We get a special version of Sacrifice. Wow. Super fun.
This moment could redefine the whole division. This moment could be a revolution. This could prove that we are deserving of a second fucking belt again. That’s The Murder’s entire goal. To make the division what it should be. To motivate people to fight. To prove we can be more than piss-break matches. And that’s one of the reasons I want to win. The champion after High Stakes could be Jennie or Jessica. One Hall of Famer coming out of retirement to try and shape things up and the bitch who's been chasing Brooklyn until she wore her down enough to beat her. We need someone who can get by with more than luck to challenge either of them. Jennie is a glorified Instagram model and Jessica is a cosplayer. But they are who are currently who are representing the division. Which is bullshit.
But into the people in the match itself. It’s hard to come up with new things to say when we’ve all been facing each other again and again. Guess that makes Abby the smart one out of all of us. Abigail hasn’t said shit about anyone or anything. Just been keeping her own council like she does. She’s too good to mingle with the rest of us. Too good to talk to anyone that isn’t family or her girlfriend. She’s an island to herself. She doesn’t care about anything else. She only says just enough to remind you she’s doing the whole country goth thing and sits back and watches the rest of us bicker. She’s the only one in this match that ever held gold here. Maybe she knows more than we do. Maybe this is just filler for her. She’s not really a talker. And that’s why no one wants her to win. Because she seems like a stuck up bitch who looks down on the rest of us. Sure she’s got a billion charities to run but she doesn’t care about this company other than just using it as an excuse to display her latest cause.
Serenity I could waste time on. She finally won a match and you’d think she’d won a title with the way she’s riding that high. She got a decent spot for the maiden. Course none of the spots mean a whole lot. Sure you can win before anyone else enters but it’s just as likely to go until everyone is in the ring. You bring up your family history and how much better you are. But you don’t have any gold. You’re as much in the dirt as the rest of us. Somewhere else maybe you are too of the hill, Queen of cool shit mountain. But here you’re a body to fill a spot. And it burns you up. It’s pretty clear a couple more losses and you’ll be packing your bags in a tantrum like the rest of the big fish from Small pounds who can’t cut it.
Natasha. What do I say to you? If things were different? No. I don’t dwell on what could have been. I exist in the now. And the now says you and serenity are gonna hockey fight in the corner. Or you’ll be body blocking for Charlotte. Either way you’ll sacrifice your own chance at the gold for grudge or friendship. Rip.
Charlotte got in fair and square. One of the best spots for this. You earned it. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say I worry your heart isn’t in this. You are a tagteam player now. You have Natasha as your bff now. Likely got some friendship brackets going. You and April are in a complicated relationship with Brooklyn cockblocking anything beyond a sent friendly wave. You’re all mixed up. Plus having to find a way to walk the line in your new path? You’re head isn’t in this. Mine is.
April. You know I love you. You are a kick ass take no prisoners kinda girl. I know our alliance likely is a leave at the door kinda vibe. Because you want this win. You want to step out of your sister’s shadow and take the step forward to greatness. After all, you worked at the performance center. You probably got some hidden details on everyone’s weakness here. If I lose to you that will suck but I at least know you want this for the right reason.
Yes, I’ve been in this match before and I lost. No matter how hard I try sometimes it feels out of reach. But I’m not gonna whine about it. I’m gonna keep putting my shoulder to the wheel and I’m gonna keep pushing. Because this means more to me. Because I want it more. I don’t have a family legacy or some past of greatness. I want the division to be great. I want women’s division of IWF to be the best in the world. I want the guys matches to get pushed to the side because there’s much more interesting things happening over here. And I want to be a fighting champion.
I want this more than anyone else in this match. I need it more than anyone else in this match. I’m going to win this match if it kills me.
That’s a joke…mostly.
But to get that I have to win here first. So fuck it. Let’s go girls. Let’s make this match the real star of the show. The real event of the month. Let’s fucking blow the roof off and impress management to the point they can’t ignore us anymore. Let’s make them cancel The guys heir to the throne this year because there’s not enough interest for them.
I know I’m the one everyone is overlooking. In the build up to this match if I’m Mentioned at all it’s in ‘poor kid’ or ‘lost little bird’. Fuck you. I'm the one to beat. You’ll see that first hand, that’s a promise.
Well howdy there pardner.