Post by The Gardner Effect on Jul 8, 2013 21:01:48 GMT
"You said WHO came here?!" I question my brother Christian as he tells me the story of Spike's ex-wife's visit to the Gardner family. The History teacher in my brother shakes his head and sighs, as if he knew I'd blow up with that piece of news at the same time he expected me to kee my cool.
"Yeah, River came over," he said as calmly as he could, his English-like accent giving out a bit, as it was usual of his when he was tense; "She wanted to see you or Mike. I told her neither of you were around, so she walked away."
"Was that it?"
I saw him stay in silence for the next seconds. I knew he was hiding something as he meekly stated, "yeah." I threw daggers - no, a samurai sword into him with my eyes, and he quickly gave up on trying to trick me. "All right, all right. She wanted to get Xander." Surprisigly for him, I kind of kept my cool; I saw that coming. I still wanted to hear more, though, as I indagated him with my eyes. "She wanted to pick him up, said she had to take her son, but Linda told her to piss off."
"Good, good," I nodded. "Did you talk to Mike at all about it?" I questioned, hoping for the right answer, and thankfully so, it was exactly what he said afterwards.
"Are you crazy?! Of course I didn't. He's already got enough in his mind; I'm not dropping another bomb on his head, not like this." I nod, as Chris continues - "I mean, I knew River was up to trouble ever since the beginning. Ex-wives usually mean trouble. And since, well, YOU are his wife now..."
"That would be right," I sighed. "And here's what we're going to do. You keep not telling Mike. I'm going to deal with River myself accordingly." I hit a closed fist into an open palm, making a loud clapping nose as I growled. "If that bitch can't respect the freaking restriction law, I'll--"
"Wait, wait, wait," Chris interrupted me, surprised. "Restriction?"
"Yeah. River can't get anywhere near Spike and Xander ever since... I don't even know, ever since Spike's father died or something? I don't even..." I pondered, a bit confused, not really sure of what I had said. "What matters is that I'm gonna make her obey that crap if she keeps disrespecting it. I thought knocking at my door was something, but coming after you? In a hotel room? Trying to steal Xander from his father behind our freaking backs? Ooooh, man, that bitch's gonna get it."
And when I was done ranting, I saw Christian looking at me with a funny face. "... what?"
"Look at you being all momma bear," he smirks. "I'd never have imagined that, since you were born steri--"
"Shut up," I growl-smirk-I don't even know what I did. It was funny seeing him recognize that I grew some motherly instinct after having given up on it after being told I'm clinically sterile. "Spike gave me a jewel of a little son and I'm looking after his best, is all."
"Spike gave you a son. Yeah," he said sarcastically. "Keep telling yourself that. Here," he 'invited' me in, as he picked the sleeping Xander from the couch, properly wrapped on his sheets as he breathed like a doll. And obviously my tough façade had to break. I can't help but smile around him. "Look at you."
"What? Isn't he a cutie?" I say, picking him up and cuddling with him. "Thanks for taking care of him, Chris."
"That was nothing, really," he said. "Now hit the road. Michael might be worried with you already. You know, I could make up your mind against him..." he said, teasing me because of the old history between Chris and Mike. I poke a tongue at my brother before kissing him on the cheek. "Thanks for everything, Chris." He says nothing as he just nods, watching me walk away.
I look at the little doll I hold on my arms now, and, again, I can't help but smile. But deep down, my heart is a bit distraught. If River was reckless enough to go after my brother to try and kidnap my son from me... What else was she capable of doing?
For all of you that have sat on your asses claiming that Alysson Gardner has fallen into a stale state, brandishing swords at windmills, I have to say that I'm sorry... for having overestimated your power of comprehension. I don't think I've made myself clear enough, so I'll just leave this here, for one last time, as I'm already growing tired of talking about it over and over and over: Katherine Lockheart clearly has a problem with me, and I feel like it's my duty to shut her up. And as this story gets more and more convoluted as it evolves, it's getting more and more dangerous for me to even do my thing without having our dear general manager putting me in tough situations, like handicap matches or...
... a mixed tag team match with Joe Everyman as my tag team partner? Hah, now that's a whole new twist on the "misery tag team" deal. Sure, I should be honored to be in a tag team with a three-time! three-time! three-time! NCW National Champion, as together we hold five NCW championships. But exactly like I said last week... Does it even matter? IWF is a turn on a new leaf, and I'll be the first to admit that my two-time NCW Women's World Championship runs were worth f**k all; I look into the future, and instead of sightings of the Diamonds Championship, I see a grim dark cloud. Thanks to our dearest GM Katherine Lockheart, of course, who made sure to force her best wrestler in the Diamonds division to start off the Heiress to the Throne tournament with a batch of negative points.
But you know what? Even that won't faze me. I look across the ring from me and I see people that I've already seen on their backs before. I look beside me and I see a man who doesn't quite give up. I believe I'm in a good path this time.
So. Lex Sense. My most recent memory of you - and I recognize this is a long time ago, don't mind me - was getting your ass kicked by my then-hateful brother Christian Gardner for a championship that lost all of its sens after you gave it up for him. But I also see you're leading the points in the male section of the Throne tournamet, so I guess you have to be on a good wave. But, you see, I learned it the hard way - apparently our management wants us to sever all alliances and is making sure we're going against people we know all to well to see which side of the chain link is going to break first. Turns out that it has become a common in this tournament that the dark horses outlive the stallions. Proof of this is that Tifa Heafy and Jessica Reed managed to get the best out of Ayla St. James and myself, and while it doesn't really bother me that we got trumped by a bunch of sugar-rushed kids who eat Capt'n Crunch for lunch, it's kind of sad to see two women... no, GIRLS that are NOT READY to be wrestlers racking up points like that.
What does this have to do with you? Easy - you're the stallion all dark horses people want to beat right now. And believe me... You WILL be beaten. As you may well remember, I"m not above getting dirty inside the ring if it means earning myself a win, and I believe we're already familiar with one another to know what we're capable of.
Stretching it a bit... You have the points I need, and it's time for us to make some justice in this whole goddamn thing. While the both of us may be the unsung leaders of our divisions, we're in different realities that need to be put to check urgently. Which means it's time for me, the BEST female wrestler there is in IWF, to claim her points back, even if it means getting my hands full with the probable best male wrestler there is in IWF.
But even that, of course, may be risked for me, as you'll have to deal with my semi-deadbeat of a partner, Everyman, and I have to deal with your numbnut of a partner in Eternity. And since we meet again... Hello there, Eternity. It's been a long time. Yes... Those mere two weeks were a long time to me.
Almost too long.
I would be lying if I said I didn't like your style. Quirky, exquisite... And this is me being gentle. Yes, I rather like the way you behave... Because you prove two things to this company. First, that one doesn't need to be sane to be tough; and two, you're NOT READY to be here. The way I see it, Eternity, you're a danger to yourself, as you and your not-so-lucid visions, realizations, your outlandish conclusions will eventually take a toll on you.
And it delights me.
So if you'd allow me to be serious for one moment, let me break you the news... The ACTUAL news, if you may: life is NOT a dream, and you're not starring a twisted, shadowy episode of Lucky Star. And just like last time, I'll have the utmost delight of pulling you back down from your psychotically high as a kite state to the hard, cold reality of you laying on your back as someone counts the seconds to the curtain call of another of your mad lethargy: One... Two... Three. And that will have been it: three seconds is what separates the beginning of a beautiful dream and the tough end of a nightmare gone horribly wrong. It's what separates your madness and my resolve.
It's what separates little mindless dreamy girls like you from goddesses like me.
Mostly because goddesses don't turn their back when they see threat rearing their heads, do they? Heh, I thought so. You see, my sweet little Eternity, I was so willing to free you from your madness, release you from the creative cycle you've locked yourself into, just like did with the other girl who thought she could change the future. Let's face the truth, sweetie... You're only good when the lights are out.
If if you don't agree with that, go ahead and call me insane. Disqualify me for what I am. What weight are your words worth? What strength do your deliriums have? Reality is a hard episode at the end of the season you may believe you live in, and it's the one at the end of the series of non-sequitor bulls**t you like to barf everytime we see you around. At the end of the day, you're a sad little character in a play people may be interested in trying to understand right now... But your welcome's going to wear out fast, and when it does, I'll be the one to usher you into oblivion; into the same supernatural void you probably think of yourself having spawn from. My oh my, now isn't that a sad thought?
So, food for thought: Remember when Eve bite the apple thinking she was above the rules, and doomed the whole world for that? Turns out you were Eve. And I'm the goddess that's going to
ROCK
YOUR
WORLD.
And your dreamy series are off to a bad, bad ending.
Heheheheheh...
"Yeah, River came over," he said as calmly as he could, his English-like accent giving out a bit, as it was usual of his when he was tense; "She wanted to see you or Mike. I told her neither of you were around, so she walked away."
"Was that it?"
I saw him stay in silence for the next seconds. I knew he was hiding something as he meekly stated, "yeah." I threw daggers - no, a samurai sword into him with my eyes, and he quickly gave up on trying to trick me. "All right, all right. She wanted to get Xander." Surprisigly for him, I kind of kept my cool; I saw that coming. I still wanted to hear more, though, as I indagated him with my eyes. "She wanted to pick him up, said she had to take her son, but Linda told her to piss off."
"Good, good," I nodded. "Did you talk to Mike at all about it?" I questioned, hoping for the right answer, and thankfully so, it was exactly what he said afterwards.
"Are you crazy?! Of course I didn't. He's already got enough in his mind; I'm not dropping another bomb on his head, not like this." I nod, as Chris continues - "I mean, I knew River was up to trouble ever since the beginning. Ex-wives usually mean trouble. And since, well, YOU are his wife now..."
"That would be right," I sighed. "And here's what we're going to do. You keep not telling Mike. I'm going to deal with River myself accordingly." I hit a closed fist into an open palm, making a loud clapping nose as I growled. "If that bitch can't respect the freaking restriction law, I'll--"
"Wait, wait, wait," Chris interrupted me, surprised. "Restriction?"
"Yeah. River can't get anywhere near Spike and Xander ever since... I don't even know, ever since Spike's father died or something? I don't even..." I pondered, a bit confused, not really sure of what I had said. "What matters is that I'm gonna make her obey that crap if she keeps disrespecting it. I thought knocking at my door was something, but coming after you? In a hotel room? Trying to steal Xander from his father behind our freaking backs? Ooooh, man, that bitch's gonna get it."
And when I was done ranting, I saw Christian looking at me with a funny face. "... what?"
"Look at you being all momma bear," he smirks. "I'd never have imagined that, since you were born steri--"
"Shut up," I growl-smirk-I don't even know what I did. It was funny seeing him recognize that I grew some motherly instinct after having given up on it after being told I'm clinically sterile. "Spike gave me a jewel of a little son and I'm looking after his best, is all."
"Spike gave you a son. Yeah," he said sarcastically. "Keep telling yourself that. Here," he 'invited' me in, as he picked the sleeping Xander from the couch, properly wrapped on his sheets as he breathed like a doll. And obviously my tough façade had to break. I can't help but smile around him. "Look at you."
"What? Isn't he a cutie?" I say, picking him up and cuddling with him. "Thanks for taking care of him, Chris."
"That was nothing, really," he said. "Now hit the road. Michael might be worried with you already. You know, I could make up your mind against him..." he said, teasing me because of the old history between Chris and Mike. I poke a tongue at my brother before kissing him on the cheek. "Thanks for everything, Chris." He says nothing as he just nods, watching me walk away.
I look at the little doll I hold on my arms now, and, again, I can't help but smile. But deep down, my heart is a bit distraught. If River was reckless enough to go after my brother to try and kidnap my son from me... What else was she capable of doing?
For all of you that have sat on your asses claiming that Alysson Gardner has fallen into a stale state, brandishing swords at windmills, I have to say that I'm sorry... for having overestimated your power of comprehension. I don't think I've made myself clear enough, so I'll just leave this here, for one last time, as I'm already growing tired of talking about it over and over and over: Katherine Lockheart clearly has a problem with me, and I feel like it's my duty to shut her up. And as this story gets more and more convoluted as it evolves, it's getting more and more dangerous for me to even do my thing without having our dear general manager putting me in tough situations, like handicap matches or...
... a mixed tag team match with Joe Everyman as my tag team partner? Hah, now that's a whole new twist on the "misery tag team" deal. Sure, I should be honored to be in a tag team with a three-time! three-time! three-time! NCW National Champion, as together we hold five NCW championships. But exactly like I said last week... Does it even matter? IWF is a turn on a new leaf, and I'll be the first to admit that my two-time NCW Women's World Championship runs were worth f**k all; I look into the future, and instead of sightings of the Diamonds Championship, I see a grim dark cloud. Thanks to our dearest GM Katherine Lockheart, of course, who made sure to force her best wrestler in the Diamonds division to start off the Heiress to the Throne tournament with a batch of negative points.
But you know what? Even that won't faze me. I look across the ring from me and I see people that I've already seen on their backs before. I look beside me and I see a man who doesn't quite give up. I believe I'm in a good path this time.
So. Lex Sense. My most recent memory of you - and I recognize this is a long time ago, don't mind me - was getting your ass kicked by my then-hateful brother Christian Gardner for a championship that lost all of its sens after you gave it up for him. But I also see you're leading the points in the male section of the Throne tournamet, so I guess you have to be on a good wave. But, you see, I learned it the hard way - apparently our management wants us to sever all alliances and is making sure we're going against people we know all to well to see which side of the chain link is going to break first. Turns out that it has become a common in this tournament that the dark horses outlive the stallions. Proof of this is that Tifa Heafy and Jessica Reed managed to get the best out of Ayla St. James and myself, and while it doesn't really bother me that we got trumped by a bunch of sugar-rushed kids who eat Capt'n Crunch for lunch, it's kind of sad to see two women... no, GIRLS that are NOT READY to be wrestlers racking up points like that.
What does this have to do with you? Easy - you're the stallion all dark horses people want to beat right now. And believe me... You WILL be beaten. As you may well remember, I"m not above getting dirty inside the ring if it means earning myself a win, and I believe we're already familiar with one another to know what we're capable of.
Stretching it a bit... You have the points I need, and it's time for us to make some justice in this whole goddamn thing. While the both of us may be the unsung leaders of our divisions, we're in different realities that need to be put to check urgently. Which means it's time for me, the BEST female wrestler there is in IWF, to claim her points back, even if it means getting my hands full with the probable best male wrestler there is in IWF.
But even that, of course, may be risked for me, as you'll have to deal with my semi-deadbeat of a partner, Everyman, and I have to deal with your numbnut of a partner in Eternity. And since we meet again... Hello there, Eternity. It's been a long time. Yes... Those mere two weeks were a long time to me.
Almost too long.
I would be lying if I said I didn't like your style. Quirky, exquisite... And this is me being gentle. Yes, I rather like the way you behave... Because you prove two things to this company. First, that one doesn't need to be sane to be tough; and two, you're NOT READY to be here. The way I see it, Eternity, you're a danger to yourself, as you and your not-so-lucid visions, realizations, your outlandish conclusions will eventually take a toll on you.
And it delights me.
So if you'd allow me to be serious for one moment, let me break you the news... The ACTUAL news, if you may: life is NOT a dream, and you're not starring a twisted, shadowy episode of Lucky Star. And just like last time, I'll have the utmost delight of pulling you back down from your psychotically high as a kite state to the hard, cold reality of you laying on your back as someone counts the seconds to the curtain call of another of your mad lethargy: One... Two... Three. And that will have been it: three seconds is what separates the beginning of a beautiful dream and the tough end of a nightmare gone horribly wrong. It's what separates your madness and my resolve.
It's what separates little mindless dreamy girls like you from goddesses like me.
Mostly because goddesses don't turn their back when they see threat rearing their heads, do they? Heh, I thought so. You see, my sweet little Eternity, I was so willing to free you from your madness, release you from the creative cycle you've locked yourself into, just like did with the other girl who thought she could change the future. Let's face the truth, sweetie... You're only good when the lights are out.
If if you don't agree with that, go ahead and call me insane. Disqualify me for what I am. What weight are your words worth? What strength do your deliriums have? Reality is a hard episode at the end of the season you may believe you live in, and it's the one at the end of the series of non-sequitor bulls**t you like to barf everytime we see you around. At the end of the day, you're a sad little character in a play people may be interested in trying to understand right now... But your welcome's going to wear out fast, and when it does, I'll be the one to usher you into oblivion; into the same supernatural void you probably think of yourself having spawn from. My oh my, now isn't that a sad thought?
So, food for thought: Remember when Eve bite the apple thinking she was above the rules, and doomed the whole world for that? Turns out you were Eve. And I'm the goddess that's going to
ROCK
YOUR
WORLD.
And your dreamy series are off to a bad, bad ending.
Heheheheheh...
Well howdy there pardner.