December 27, 2014

(Against The Wall video posting || 12-27-2014)

Kasey Summers stood at the back of the auditorium, her eyes fixed on the camera crew before lifting to where she saw Matt Stone standing. Lifting a hand in a wave, she caught herself as Nessa Wall came strolling out on stage, looking unbelievably serious in a business suit. Her blonde hair was tied back in a sensible ponytail at the nape of her neck and she was wearing glasses that actually made her look intelligent for a change. Before she could bolt, realizing she'd been bamboozled yet again, one of the technicians approached her.

Tech: Miss Summers, you can go up on stage there to the left. Just stand behind that podium.

Kasey: Wait… what?

The man gave her a little push and made a shooing motion in his head before looking back at the crew.

Tech: Wrestlers… buncha prima donnas.

Kasey bit her lip, resisting the urge to pounce on the man and pound him silly. Instead she squared her shoulders and marched up on the stage. With the camera crew rolling, she knew that Nessa and her favorite stooge would at least try and keep things bearing some semblance of professional. As soon as she was in place, Stone slipped into his chair, propping his feet up on the desk and settling a pair of dark shades over his eyes.

Matt: Alright, you two, this is going to be a legitimate debate. I don't want any name calling or he said/she said bullshit, understand?

He waited for both to nod in agreement.

Matt: Recently, and for the majority of the year, you two spent more and more time together whether you wanted to or not. Who does that time together benefit the most? Kasey, I'll let you go first.

She rolled her eyes, glancing over at Nessa.

Kasey: Obviously her. Playing the part of her lackey all but tanked my career. What did I get to show for that interference, huh? I didn't even get so much as a thank you! She made me rub her stinky feet in public and—

Nessa: Really?!

Kasey: Really! Furthermore, you pretty much used ME as a springboard to launch yourself to greater heights—

Nessa: Excuse me? Pay attention, Raggedy Ann— I'm not in Femme Fatale Wrestling and haven't been since I won the Pride Championship. Your little 'career'...

She air-quoted the word, her voice oozing with scorn.

Nessa: Had absolutely nothing to do with me. Losing to Reiha? Losing to Valentina? Losing to Aimee? Oh, honey, that was all you and I was long gone. Honestly— and Matthew can vouch for me— I had no idea how bad off you were until I started researching just a few days ago. Your dismal little failure in the Femme For All had nothing to do with me. Neither did washing out of contention for your precious Evolution Championship. That was all you— poor little mediocre you. I do, however, agree with your point. If it hadn't been for that demonstration of my clear leadership skills, I wouldn't have caught the eye of my dear friend Mr. Kilmeade— you remember him, don't you? He always did have a fondness for blondes more than brunettes— or redheads, as it were.

Kasey: Don't you dare bring him up!

Nessa: Why not, honey? It's fair game and I certainly wouldn't have been granted the opportunities to showcase my skills in the Pride division if I hadn't made his acquaintance. I suppose I have you to thank for that, at least according to you. Are you going to lay claim to everything I've ever done?

Matt: That leads to an interesting point, Miss. Wall, how do you feel your recent success in a dual gender division will give you the edge against your opponent at When Worlds Collide?

Nessa: Thank you for such an insightful question, Matthew. I truly believe that to excel in this business, one needs to possess not only talent and a willingness to learn, but the drive and commitment to truly hone those skills. There's no room for leisure and defending myself— and now my title— against a more varied spectrum of challengers has truly—

Kasey: OH MY GOD! ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TRYING TO IMPLY THAT I'M LAZY RIGHT NOW?! ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING THERE?

She looked helplessly around the empty auditorium.

Matt: No one is implying anything of the sort; Miss Wall was simply stating that she hasn't had the luxury of having time to relax like past champions have who have worn her championship, right, Miss Wall?

Nessa: Absolutely, darling— I mean, Mr. Stone. I was simply stating that I've been keeping a much more strenuous schedule than you have, Kasey, dear. When was the last time you wrestled before that dismal failure against Valentina? August? September?

She opened her mouth to reply but Nessa cut her off.

Nessa: You can't really refute that, now can you? I mean, you aren't one of the most active bodies taking up space over in FFW, after all.

Matt: What an elegant way to phrase that. Now Kasey, the other side of the coin, of course, is you have been exclusively facing off against women this year, and while you haven't enjoyed the success of having a reliable tag partner, this has left you with more singles experience. Do you think that will play a factor in your match?

Kasey: I have more experience in general, Mr. Stone. Nessa just started wrestling in that first Future Shock competition— before that she was nothing more than a microphone with pretty hair and legs— some faceless entity backstage getting the little sound-byte before and after the big glory moments.

Nessa visibly bristled at the comment but held her tongue.

Kasey: I'd already held multiple singles championships at the time she first served volleyball over a net. I was out there putting my body on the line when she was firing plastic turtle shells while go-karting. I mean, seriously... are you going to claim I haven't done anything?

Nessa: You haven't done anything in the last year.

Kasey: That doesn't matter, Nessa. Do I think my experience will be a factor— YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT IT WILL! Especially when she doesn't get the luxury of having any of her 'friends' or 'partners' at ringside to skew the odds in her favor.

She air-quoted the two words, shaking her head in disgust.

Matt: So then you feel, Kasey, that you are superior to the current No Surrender champion, Jo McFarlane, who need I remind you Miss Wall just defeated a few short weeks ago all on her own.

Kasey: Wait… what? No. I didn't… how in the hell did you even…?

Nessa: Just answer the question, sweetie. We all know you think you're the greatest in the world, despite all your failures recently.

Kasey: You LIAR! I do not!

Matt: What did I say about name calling? If, and I'm not saying I believe this, but if you can defeat Nessa at When Worlds Collide, what would you do with your victory? Would you bring it up at every turn like a certain cretin in SVW?

Kasey: Well, no. I mean, it would make me feel really good on a personal level, but I'm not going to go around and brag about it like that Ashley Chase person. Bragging is about the most childish thing someone could do, really. I mean, next to—

She turned, catching Nessa in the middle of sticking her tongue out. She caught herself in time, inspecting her nails.

Matt: And Nessy..err..Miss Wall, when your hand is raised in victory at the end of the end, what will your plans for 2015 be?

Nessa: Why, maintaining the longest reign with the Pride Championship anyone has ever seen, of course. I'll continue winning while little Kasey here can be content in the knowledge that she's finally lost to every single TALENTED female wrestler on the planet.

Kasey: HEY!

Nessa: Honey, it's okay, really. Nobody's judging. Some people just peak and then fizzle. It's a basic scientific fact. You could just liken your Television Championship reign to premature ejaculation and get on with it.

Matt: Beauty and brains, you really do have it all, Miss Wall. So Kasey, in conclusion, why are you going to get the best of this match?

Kasey: Because I've worked my ass off for this moment. All the shit she's thrown at me over the last couple years has come to this. She used to tear me down and I told her to get off her fat ass and get in the ring if she thinks it's so easy! So all of this… right here… is totally my fault! I'm the one who put her up to this. It's my fault she ended up in Future Shock that first time! And come hell or high water, I'm going to fix that in the ring, Mr. Stone. Just like I did last year against that troll Bryan Deas… I'm gonna go out there and I'm gonna knock her stupid head off.

Matt adjusted his sunglasses for a few seconds before shaking his head, blinking a few times, blushing slightly.

Matt: Sorry, I zoned out there for a moment when you mentioned her, as you put it, 'fat ass', but I'm sure what you said was lovely. Miss Wall, same question, what makes you sure you're going to be victorious?

Nessa: Skill, Matthew. Pure and unadulterated skill. Little Miss Sunshine here wants to bitch and moan about how I ridiculed her? Damn right I did, because I knew I could do it better. And I have. Case and point being my meteoric rise in SVW, from challenger to successfully defending champion in half the time it took you to even stagger back from the abyss you vanished into. Face it, Kasey. You're old news and nobody remembers anything you did in 2012 in FFW. Did you win any awards? No, sweetie, you didn't. You held a belt that even the current champion is embarrassed to still be holding and that was the biggest accomplishment of your sad little career. Lightning did it better. Kelly McGuffin pushed the bar even higher— believe me. You couldn't hold a candle to her—

Kasey: I beat her! I BEAT HER AND LIGHTNING AND JODIE AT THE SAME TIME!

Nessa: Uh huh. Sure you did, honey. Just admit you're beaten before we get out there. It'll do you a world of good to accept it now, honestly.

Kasey: Fuck you!

Matt: Well, someone's not going to be winning any verbal awards this year, either. Normally I'd ask for your closing thoughts here ladies, but I have a feeling that Kasey just gave hers. Miss Wall, anything to add? The floor is yours.

She smirked, eyes narrowed on Kasey.

Nessa: Promise me one thing, Summer, sweetie: when I beat you, please just do the world a favour and retire, okay? It's been a year. I think you can safely say you tried and failed miserably.

Instead of replying, Kasey shook her head and stormed off the stage, almost knocking her podium over in the process.

Nessa: Aww, sweetie, was it something I said?

Stone glanced over as Kasey stormed out of the room, the door slamming in her wake. With a grin, he looked back to Nessa.

Matt: Well that settles it: the winner of this debate, to the shock of no one, is the one, the only, Nessa Wall. Congratulations, Ness, though I'm sure you'll be hearing that word often.

Nessa: I'll take my spoils in the form of ice cream— after I beat the idiot, of course. In the meantime…

She walked out from behind her own podium, approaching where he sat behind the moderator's desk. Resting her hip against it, she leaned over and rested her hand on his shoulder. Walking her fingers up his neck, she batted her eyelashes at him.

Nessa: That was unbelievably sexy, Matthew. You have a way with words that never fails to get me going...

Before anything else can be seen that would require bleaching of retinas, the video fades out to the familiar AGAINST THE WALL graffiti logo.