WWH: 001 [vs. Vicky Stone]
Mar 24, 2018 2:33:13 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Mar 24, 2018 2:33:13 GMT -5
Toronto, Canada || Wednesday, January 24th, 2018, 2:45 PM (OFF CAMERA)
Matt Stone was a consummate professional, a veteran of the wrestling industry with more than one championship reign to his name - he was also a creature of habit. Weekdays, from sunrise to around lunchtime, he could be found in the gym honing his craft. Today was no exception. She'd watched him finish the last of his workout, setting the timer on her iPhone to give him enough time to shower. She waited an extra five minutes just to be sure before she'd put the magnetic CLOSED FOR CLEANING sign on the door, slipping inside past the clouds of steam. He wasn't hard to spot, standing in front of his open locker with his eyes on the mirror inside, running a comb through his wet hair to tame the strands to perfection. Leaning up against the locker, she waited for him to notice her, not really wanting to interrupt the all-important ritual. Finally, he stepped back, satisfied, closing the door and almost immediately jumping out of his skin to find her standing there with a great big smile on her face.
"JESUS!" Was the first word to come out of his mouth, political correctness be damned. After going through the same routine for the eighth day in a row, this was the first time that anyone, let alone a woman, was in the men's locker room at the same time he was. It was by design, of course, so he wouldn't have to socialize with the lesser people in his eyes, but preparation didn't always lead to perfection, as he found out here. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Looking for you?" Kasey's brow furrowed as she bit her lip, that megawatt smile fading. "Knew you'd be here and I wanted to see you before.... Well... you know. I was gonna tell you but there never seemed to be a right time and then it was already out there so. Uhm... are you mad at me? Please say you aren't mad."
It took him a few moments to realize what she was talking about before he just shrugged and went back to his locker to grab a bottle of water out of there, clearly not getting enough of the stuff during his shower. "Mad? Me? No, I've been pretty busy what with fulfilling my obligations and all to really give your abandoning of me a second thought."
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water but no words came out. Finally she managed a strained, "hey!" Taking a breath, she tried for coherence, "that's kinda unfair. I mean you have Nessa and you guys have been booked in singles stuff and like they never even considered us for that trios thing so like..." she trailed off helplessly, shaking her head. "I'm not abandoning. I mean, sure, they traded me to the furthest away place other than fricken Australia but I've got a secret. Go on, ask me what it is!"
Matt looked over at her after that, eyes squinting a bit like you might see on a certain Futurama meme. "You have a secret? Well Kasey, you missed our last two team meetings, this is actually the first time I've seen you this year, if you want to get technical and you're moving to another continent. But sure, let's hear it, what's your secret?" He didn't sound nearly as excited about the prospect of this secret as she did.
"I'm not moving to the UK." She did a little ta-da flourish with her hands, waiting for him to react. When he continued to watch her warily, she sighed, continuing, "I took a job with this other company that mostly tours North America. They're based out of California, I think. And... I'm gonna wrestle for them part time, for now. So, you'll probably still see me. I mean, if you wanna. If..." she shrugged, "y'know, it's whatever."
"So..." He started, looking at her expression like she was expecting him to be thrilled at this news. "Rather than be five time zones ahead of me, you're going to be three time zones behind me? I don't know how well you think you know me, but I prefer to be the one behind." He smirked to himself at the little joke before speaking again. "I don't see how this is a stark improvement. The whole point of our partnership was strength in numbers, not to become pen pals."
"But I..." she bit her lip to keep it from trembling, wishing she could explain how much she'd grown to hate the company that Matt and Nessa were still champions in. "Okay... it's... I mean I know you weren't there from day one, but it just felt a lot like I was out there every night giving everything and I never really got a fair shake. It was always someone else getting the push while I was in all these battle royals and stupid random matches and then like I finally get my chance, I finally made good on it and then that dumb bitch Lauren changed the match and..." she shook her head. "I know it sounds awful when I bitch and moan about it not being fair. It's just... I couldn't do it anymore, Matt. I couldn't let them push me back to the bottom of the pile and spend another six months clawing my way back through the rabble."
He was watching her intently as she spoke, not interrupting her despite having a few things in his mind that he could have brought up like them only being a team for a month and her getting her first title win there in that time, but that didn't seem like what Kasey was looking for. She wasn't looking to be talked into something, that ship had already sailed, she just wanted his approval on this decision after the fact. "So you want me to be happy about you making this decision that, whether you realize it or not, affected the three of us, not just you, and even though I'm the one that gets hurt on this, I'm sure Nessa was thrilled at the news, I'm just meant to smile at you and wish you luck and be happy for you, right? I don't know if you've picked up on this or not, but I don't have many friends in this business, or at all for that matter, and that's by design because I don't like relying on people because they, inherently, let you down. I suppose I should be thanking you for reassuring my views on the matter, though."
"Matt, no. I didn't... that wasn't..." those big blue eyes of hers welled up with tears behind her glasses. "I came here to say I'm sorry, And I mean if it was just me being a selfish cunt, I could have just got on that plane and flew away and never looked back but I didn't wanna leave things like that with...us."
"Instead you wanted to ambush me after a workout? Listen, Kasey, if you want me to not be mad at you, that'll probably come with time, but if you want me to be happy about this, well that's far less likely to happen. As far as leaving things with us? Well as far as I'm concerned, when you decided to up and leave without discussing it with me, texting me, anything...there stopped being any kind of 'us'."
"Oh." It wasn't really a word. It was more a sharp exhale like she'd just been sucker punched in the gut. "So..." she blinked to clear her vision, tears falling down her cheeks, "so that... in the restaurant. That kiss... it wasn't anything after all."
"Aww, ugly duckling." He reached in his locker and pulled out a clean towel for her to use. "That was a one time thing, as I understand it, and I chalked it up to you being confused with your...boyfriend? Fiance?" Matt shrugged, the indifference in his voice coming out clear. "I never really followed how far along you were with him, but you didn't follow up at all at my place and then you just decided to leave, that's not really something you do if you're interested in a relationship with someone. Ask Nessa, she did that thing with what's-his-name and that ended real quick."
"With... who?" She hesitated and then snatched the towel from his hand, wiping her face with it. "It doesn't matter. None of it matters, I guess. I wasn't about to do anything with Nessa there. Not when it's obvious she's still carrying the Olympic fricken torch for you and like... she's the most vindictive psycho in the universe. I just thought maybe I could..." Kasey sighed.
Matt shook his head, remembering back to the night the three of them were together last. "See, I thought so too, but she must have said there was absolutely nothing between us more times than she shopped for shoes in a week, so I'm pretty sure that's not the case. Regardless, long distance doesn't work, period, and really, if I was going to be with someone, I'd want to be with someone who asked for permission, not forgiveness."
Kasey nodded. "Okay. Sure. You're right." She took a step back, still nodding woodenly. "I'm..."
He looked down at her feet as they stepped back, bringing his gaze back up to her blue eyes somewhat obscured by her glasses. "Going to leave? Yeah, I've come to expect that from you, now."
Rather than try to muster some pathetic rebuttal, she turned and did just that, fleeing the locker room before she broke down completely, proving Matt Stone right.
"JESUS!" Was the first word to come out of his mouth, political correctness be damned. After going through the same routine for the eighth day in a row, this was the first time that anyone, let alone a woman, was in the men's locker room at the same time he was. It was by design, of course, so he wouldn't have to socialize with the lesser people in his eyes, but preparation didn't always lead to perfection, as he found out here. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Looking for you?" Kasey's brow furrowed as she bit her lip, that megawatt smile fading. "Knew you'd be here and I wanted to see you before.... Well... you know. I was gonna tell you but there never seemed to be a right time and then it was already out there so. Uhm... are you mad at me? Please say you aren't mad."
It took him a few moments to realize what she was talking about before he just shrugged and went back to his locker to grab a bottle of water out of there, clearly not getting enough of the stuff during his shower. "Mad? Me? No, I've been pretty busy what with fulfilling my obligations and all to really give your abandoning of me a second thought."
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water but no words came out. Finally she managed a strained, "hey!" Taking a breath, she tried for coherence, "that's kinda unfair. I mean you have Nessa and you guys have been booked in singles stuff and like they never even considered us for that trios thing so like..." she trailed off helplessly, shaking her head. "I'm not abandoning. I mean, sure, they traded me to the furthest away place other than fricken Australia but I've got a secret. Go on, ask me what it is!"
Matt looked over at her after that, eyes squinting a bit like you might see on a certain Futurama meme. "You have a secret? Well Kasey, you missed our last two team meetings, this is actually the first time I've seen you this year, if you want to get technical and you're moving to another continent. But sure, let's hear it, what's your secret?" He didn't sound nearly as excited about the prospect of this secret as she did.
"I'm not moving to the UK." She did a little ta-da flourish with her hands, waiting for him to react. When he continued to watch her warily, she sighed, continuing, "I took a job with this other company that mostly tours North America. They're based out of California, I think. And... I'm gonna wrestle for them part time, for now. So, you'll probably still see me. I mean, if you wanna. If..." she shrugged, "y'know, it's whatever."
"So..." He started, looking at her expression like she was expecting him to be thrilled at this news. "Rather than be five time zones ahead of me, you're going to be three time zones behind me? I don't know how well you think you know me, but I prefer to be the one behind." He smirked to himself at the little joke before speaking again. "I don't see how this is a stark improvement. The whole point of our partnership was strength in numbers, not to become pen pals."
"But I..." she bit her lip to keep it from trembling, wishing she could explain how much she'd grown to hate the company that Matt and Nessa were still champions in. "Okay... it's... I mean I know you weren't there from day one, but it just felt a lot like I was out there every night giving everything and I never really got a fair shake. It was always someone else getting the push while I was in all these battle royals and stupid random matches and then like I finally get my chance, I finally made good on it and then that dumb bitch Lauren changed the match and..." she shook her head. "I know it sounds awful when I bitch and moan about it not being fair. It's just... I couldn't do it anymore, Matt. I couldn't let them push me back to the bottom of the pile and spend another six months clawing my way back through the rabble."
He was watching her intently as she spoke, not interrupting her despite having a few things in his mind that he could have brought up like them only being a team for a month and her getting her first title win there in that time, but that didn't seem like what Kasey was looking for. She wasn't looking to be talked into something, that ship had already sailed, she just wanted his approval on this decision after the fact. "So you want me to be happy about you making this decision that, whether you realize it or not, affected the three of us, not just you, and even though I'm the one that gets hurt on this, I'm sure Nessa was thrilled at the news, I'm just meant to smile at you and wish you luck and be happy for you, right? I don't know if you've picked up on this or not, but I don't have many friends in this business, or at all for that matter, and that's by design because I don't like relying on people because they, inherently, let you down. I suppose I should be thanking you for reassuring my views on the matter, though."
"Matt, no. I didn't... that wasn't..." those big blue eyes of hers welled up with tears behind her glasses. "I came here to say I'm sorry, And I mean if it was just me being a selfish cunt, I could have just got on that plane and flew away and never looked back but I didn't wanna leave things like that with...us."
"Instead you wanted to ambush me after a workout? Listen, Kasey, if you want me to not be mad at you, that'll probably come with time, but if you want me to be happy about this, well that's far less likely to happen. As far as leaving things with us? Well as far as I'm concerned, when you decided to up and leave without discussing it with me, texting me, anything...there stopped being any kind of 'us'."
"Oh." It wasn't really a word. It was more a sharp exhale like she'd just been sucker punched in the gut. "So..." she blinked to clear her vision, tears falling down her cheeks, "so that... in the restaurant. That kiss... it wasn't anything after all."
"Aww, ugly duckling." He reached in his locker and pulled out a clean towel for her to use. "That was a one time thing, as I understand it, and I chalked it up to you being confused with your...boyfriend? Fiance?" Matt shrugged, the indifference in his voice coming out clear. "I never really followed how far along you were with him, but you didn't follow up at all at my place and then you just decided to leave, that's not really something you do if you're interested in a relationship with someone. Ask Nessa, she did that thing with what's-his-name and that ended real quick."
"With... who?" She hesitated and then snatched the towel from his hand, wiping her face with it. "It doesn't matter. None of it matters, I guess. I wasn't about to do anything with Nessa there. Not when it's obvious she's still carrying the Olympic fricken torch for you and like... she's the most vindictive psycho in the universe. I just thought maybe I could..." Kasey sighed.
Matt shook his head, remembering back to the night the three of them were together last. "See, I thought so too, but she must have said there was absolutely nothing between us more times than she shopped for shoes in a week, so I'm pretty sure that's not the case. Regardless, long distance doesn't work, period, and really, if I was going to be with someone, I'd want to be with someone who asked for permission, not forgiveness."
Kasey nodded. "Okay. Sure. You're right." She took a step back, still nodding woodenly. "I'm..."
He looked down at her feet as they stepped back, bringing his gaze back up to her blue eyes somewhat obscured by her glasses. "Going to leave? Yeah, I've come to expect that from you, now."
Rather than try to muster some pathetic rebuttal, she turned and did just that, fleeing the locker room before she broke down completely, proving Matt Stone right.
The blog is BAAAAAACK! I know, it's been a while. I've been busy lately. I've been trying to work through some stuff. I've been looking for a new city to put down roots in because Toronto doesn't fit. Ugh so many airports lately. When you smell that sour rot of spilled soda that's been festering in the bottom of a trash can and it makes you think about addiction, you know you have issues. I have so many that even Reader's Digest is jealous. But yeah, I was there today and to me, it smells like an old drunk. They can deny it, they can say it's just one a day – it's not a problem – they always have that sour smell coming out of their pores. Addiction comes in all shapes and sizes.
Every time my music hits over the sound system, I feel another layer being stripped away. It used to give me chills. No lie – kinda used to look forward to it. Throwing the switch was so much fun and I was always so freakin' ON for the masses. I was there, so firmly in the moment that there was nothing else that mattered whatsoever. I burned bright, almost incandescent. I broke records in Femme Fatale Wrestling. I ended a couple winning streaks.
And then I fucked up a landing and I broke my neck.
Yeah.
That happened.
But because I'd been training for this since I turned fourteen, since the day I moved in with my uncle because my parents died in an accident – well, it didn't feel like there was another option. This is what I know. This is the basket I put all my eggs in and I'm sure Vicky Stone gets that. I'm sure she does.
See, I had to reboot again and ditch that namesake of mine. I'm not The Firebird anymore. I'm a WARRIOR and it's time people recognize that. I fight hard.
My music used to pump me up so much. For a while it became more like dread mixed with a sense of duty. Does that make sense? I changed my song. The new one fits so much better – you ever had that moment where it all clicks? Yeah. That.
Mama gave this warrior child a name
To stand out in a crowd
We all got 15 minutes
To kill this shit
And I'm gonna do do do do her proud
I write these little missives, tainted with ego. I tell myself that I'm the best and the more I write, the more I alienate myself from the rest of you. Am I better than Vicky Stone? I don't know. All I really know about her was what I saw last show, where she got knocked the fuck out.
Is she good? Better? I honestly couldn't even begin to answer that question.
All I can do is tell you who I am.
I'm Kasey Summers.
I've held some titiles. I admit freely that I haven't had time to do my homework because I wrestled a girl who calls herself 'Bang Bang' Bindy in MANCHESTER, ENGLAND just a couple days ago. I'm uber jetlagged. I'm already tired and I haven't done my research as well as I should've and there's a convoluted story there that's going to remain untold. I know enough about you to know that this won't be easy. I know how I got here but I have no idea what's coming next.
Glory?
More failure and screwjobs from management?
I'm hoping I just get to wrestle without all the politics – I'm no good at that interpersonal stuff because my mouth runs way faster than my brain. Always.
I was good. I was a prodigy. A wunderkind of sorts – I was a story they told at the wrestling school, about how talent and natural ability would never trump PERSISTENCE. I don't give up. Sure, I walk away when I realize I'm wasting my time. There's more than one company to work for, after all. I shouldn't have to ask permission. I shouldn't have to explain why I need to leave. I should be free to choose without being shit on for thinking of my own mental health, right? I mean, come on, I just broke up with Ak again. Yeah. Again. As in for the second time. This time for reals because we're just not the same people we were when it all clicked before. I've changed. He's gotten out of the business. He doesn't feel it anymore. We stopped clicking and you know what they say, right? Home is where the heart is.
I'm just hoping that I've finally found the right one.
