Post by JaceParkerDavidson on Oct 31, 2023 2:09:38 GMT -5
The third Anniversary show in UPRISING. I haven’t even been in the company for one full season and yet here I am booked in the main event versus the UPRISING World Champion and the UPRISING Silver State Champion.
Normally, that would be something to boast about. Something nice to put on the old list of accomplishments but I’m not naive. I know that this main event isn’t a reward for the things I’ve accomplished in the company.
It’s a punishment.
You can look at it and think… ‘Oh, the loving couple and top Championship in the company against two people that have issues with Serenity.’ It’s booking 101 at its finest if you’re been living under a rock and only occasionally pay attention to what is going on.
What it truly is… is a setup.
On the first Revolution of Season 4 I rattled more than a few cages. I challenged the status quo and certain people don’t like that. I mean I did grab one of the Board of Directors by his tie and almost made him wet himself.
Did it feel good for one of them to admit that they’ve considered me for a shot at the Silver State Championship belt?
Sure, it did.
However, I’m not going to let some pretty words go to my head.
Kevin and Serenity were booked in the main event of the last show and it was one of the least talked about matches of the night. It’s like the people that run UPRISING wanted to pop a rating putting the World Champion vs. the Silver State Champion.
They wanted the biggest rating the show has ever gotten. But all that got was a wet fart of a match where neither person HONESTLY competed with the intention of victory. No, you had two teammates, a couple, go through the motions in the middle of the ring for 15 minutes until some random chick showed up and ‘ruined it.’
And instead of standing on the top of my chair, clapping my hands, and cheering wildly. Instead of drooling over the asses of our ‘glorious’ Champions for their piss-poor effort, I called it like it was.
I have a bad habit of doing that… apparently.
So… here I find myself in the main event of the Anniversary show. Kevin gets to team with Serenity. They team together, they sleep together, hell… he gifted her the title she holds and proudly shouts that she’s the longest-reigning Champion at the moment.
Who do I get?
Some random bitch I don’t even know that hasn’t had a single match in UPRISING yet. Not Trixie, not Jace, not Samantha. Just some random person who also has an issue with Serenity and who as of writing this… has decided to take a phone call from Kevin Mears concerning this match.
UH OH… I’m in troubleeeeeeee.
It’s all just fucking hilarious to me. They call themselves Aces but this is how they operate? They call themselves Champions but they are far from it. Kevin Mears didn’t call me concerning the main event of the Anniversary show. Hell… he won’t even directly speak to me on Twitter/X because I’m the first female that hasn’t worshipped the ground he walks on.
It’s never really shocking how some people operate when they don’t get what they want.
Kevin Mears wants to be held in high regard. He wants to be a douchebag of a human being but have everyone cheer him for that. He walks into a World Championship match last season and admits that he doesn’t love professional wrestling. He treats it more like a chore than he treats it like the thing that has given him to privilege to live the life that he lives.
He wants to tear down every single person that he deems beneath him with no mercy. But the moment he’s pitted against someone with the ability to knock his teeth down his fucking throat he wants to go radio silent or be friendly with that person.
Now, yeah, I talk a lot of shit.
I don’t pretend to be a nice person nor do I care if I am cheered or not. The difference between me and Kevin Mears is that I don’t just punch down… I punch up also.
There are dozens of people on the roster who can claim they’ve done more than me. Won things that maybe I’ll never win.
I don’t slap my dick on the table only when the level of the opponent is beneath me.
Every single one of you can get these hands should you so choose.
But I’m just a person that decided to get a Championship made for myself because management would rather rehash Amy Santino’s and Summer Page’s of the world in Championship matches even though their chances of victory are damn near zero most times.
I got denied a shot at the Unity Championships because two other women got caught in their feelings over mean words on the internet.
I wish I was making any of that up but those things actually happened. But yet, I get called a hater or a nobody… or the latest a batshit crazy psycho just because one of Kevin’s many side pieces got bent the wrong way over the truth.
Speaking of…
A little birdie told me that this little side piece has had talks about re-joining UPRISING.
Ooops… FUCK! I’m not supposed to know that.
Dammit, Madison? Why do you always have to ruin everyone’s lies and bullshit that spew online?! The narrative is that this has NOTHING to do with her. I need to just play along with that.
But I won’t.
You don’t get to call me a psycho, deny the truth, and expect me just to go along with it. Besides… there is nothing in my contract that states that I need to be a brainless idiot.
Don’t like me ‘spoiling’ your wet toilet paper thin plans?
THEN MAKE BETTER FUCKING PLANS!
You can't hide something in plain sight and expect someone to pretend they don’t see it. But I’m basically trying to teach a brick wall how to moonwalk at this point.
The only thing that matters is that I know this is more a three-on-one handicap than it is a tag team match. Amber and Serenity have been attached at the hip fighting over whatever petty bullshit happened fuck knows when.
They trained together or something?
I did some digging around and apparently, these two had a match in fucking New Jersey on Mears’ birthday at some event he put together that absolutely NO ONE gave a fuck about. The only reason I even remember it is because Vega competed on it and I congratulated her on winning against Talia who was one of my opponents on the last show.
Funny how Mears didn’t have time to promote his match against Serenity. Didn’t have time to stand in front of a camera and talk about the World Championship belt, the attack afterward, or how Talia pretty much has become a mute…. NONE OF IT!
Yet he sure as fuck found the time to put together a birthday event for himself in a toilet of a state and I’m sure he streamed video games on Twitch a couple of times between Solstice III and Revolution 1 last week.
And I’m supposed to respect anything about that? Am I supposed to lower my head and walk through the hallways of that casino quietly because THAT is SO much better than me?
Go fuck yourself.
There is nothing respectable about either of them. And I certainly don’t give a flying fuck about my so-called partner.
I’m not going to run around pointing fingers and laughing at Serenity or anyone else just because I am in the main event. I know it’s a trap, I see that it’s a trap, and I’m going to waltz right into that motherfucker.
Why?
Why would I willingly walk into a situation that is meant to outnumber me and beat me down?
Because it proves that I’ve been right all along.
Serenity has screamed from the mountaintops that I am a nobody and that I’m not worthy of a shot at the title. Mears refuses to acknowledge anything that happens or is said about him and his group unless it puts him in a positive light. My partner thinks that this is her 2nd main event even though she’s yet to wrestle a match in Season 4 of UPRISING.
If all of them need to make phone calls and conspire against little old me?
Then Serenity is a liar.
Mears is a coward.
And Amber is delusional.
But hey… I’m crazy, what do I know?
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The Kingdom Wrestling Academy
Denver, Colorado
Monday, October 30th, 2023
Madison sat on a bench inside the empty training facility. Her phone in one hand and her thumb on the other hand to her lips, biting at the nail. She seems to be in deep thought as she stares down at the phone. She scrolls through different social media apps along with her messages and other websites that she frequents. Her foot taps on the floor absentmindedly until she hears the sound of one of the front doors opening.
She raises her head and looks to see who just entered. She springs to her feet and squeals a bit as she takes off running toward the person. The person is barely able to steady themselves on their own two feet inside the facility before Madison nearly tackles them to the ground with a hug.
“You made it, Jez!” Madison shouts as she squeezes her arms around the woman who had been missing from The Kingdom.
“When you texted me, I came as soon as I possibly could, Princess,” Jezebel says sincerely while she hugs Madison back. “You know I’ll always be here for you.”
“I know but I thought you were gone forever!” Madison whines as she lets go of Jezebel. “You just disappeared without a word and no one knew what happened. But you’re back here right in front of me.” She places her hands on Jezebel’s shoulders while looking her up and down.
“Yeah, kidnapping wasn’t something that I had planned for, unfortunately.” Jobs states with a bit of distress in her voice. “I didn’t think I’d ever be back here too but I have you to thank for that.”
Madison shakes her head. “Don’t you even worry about that, I would have broken that Witch in half if she hurt you.”
“You still think I’m worthy of being your Jesta even though she drew on my face and made me look different?” Jezebel asks sheepishly.
“You are you…” Madison replies with certainty. “Nothing could ever make me think less of you. Besides, the jokes on her. She just made you look hotter.”
Jobs blushes and then clears her throat trying not to get overwhelmed by emotion.
“So… you seemed frustrated in your text message.” She took a quick look around and then looked back into Madison’s eyes. “What do you need me to do? Who do I get to bite?!”
“No one… yet,” Madison answers and begins walking through the facility. Jezebel follows beside her. “I just have some aggression that I need to work out of my system.”
“Say less, Princess.” Jezebel reaches down and begins to take off of her clothes but Madison stops her.
“Not that kind of aggression, but I love the way your mind works.” She pulls Jezebel’s hands away from her clothing and makes sure everything is back where it belongs. “The aggression I am talking about has to do with UPRISING and more specifically those morons that call themselves Aces.”
“Are they still a thing?” Jobs raises her eyebrow.
“Barely…” Madison scoffs. “Jace and I just whooped Talia and her tag along man meat for the umpteenth time. So, that just leaves Serenity, Summer, when she’s not too busy posting pictures of herself or going to weddings, and Mears when he has time in his busy schedule to remember he’s the World Champion of UPRISING.”
“The fact that any of them dares to call themselves an Ace is hilarious and dumb.” Jezebel chuckles.
“Everyone sees that but them!” Madison responds while throwing her hands into the air. “How can this many people be that dense? But with Talia seemingly M.I.A after that ass-whooping I know Mears will be looking for yet another replacement Ace.”
“Someone we know or just someone random person he’ll try and hype up as great?” Jobs wonders out loud.
“You know it’ll be a female.” Madison reaches one of the rings and slides in under the bottom rope. “That’s like the one requirement to be in his little playing card clubhouse. He went as far as to argue that fact in a subtweet by saying that he 'trained' that Ethan guy who they didn't even get to call himself an Ace. They made him call himself a Jack and that he 'trained with' the current OCW World Champion.”
Madison begins to laugh loudly and starts to fan herself with one of her hands.
"A guy that never amounted to anything in UPRISING other than being that thing that Talia Skye sat and spun on and the OCW World Champion." Madison bursts into hysterics. "The place where a man was crowned World Champion because he had NSFW dreams about Velma and Daphne from the Scooby Doo cartoon. But not even THAT OCW. This is some bootleg spinoff of OCW and he thinks that makes him less of a Himbo?! His short man complex is starting to fucking with his brain. That or the fact he can't keep track of who has already been in Ace and failed miserably."
“How many of them have there been so far?” Jezebel inquires as she slides into the ring and gets to her feet.
“There was that one girl that never did anything. Carina or something, I don’t remember.” Madison recounts. “And then you had Talia and there is Summer. Oh, he’s also gone to Vega and Mateo insinuating that he loves their skills and talent right when he knew they were in line to win the Unity Championship belts. And now we have Priscilla who trains and seems like a lost puppy following him around. This new cunt named Amber that I’ve teamed with for the next Revolution. Along with another new cunt who also trains under him and treats being in UPRISING like it's the hokey pokey.”
“Sounds like anyone who sits down to pee could potentially be the next Ace.” Jobs muses.
“No…” Madison corrects her. “I’m pretty sure Ace Sky is not going to be the newest Ace.”
“Okay, what is the plan then?” Jezebel folds her arms over her chest.
“I’m in the main event of the next Revolution. It’s supposed to be a tag team match but it’s honestly just a three-on-one handicap beat down because I crossed the line by saying the stuff that the Aces want kept quiet out loud for everyone to hear.”
“Wait a minute…” Jobs takes a step toward Madison. “What do you mean three-on-one handicap beat down?”
“Kevin Mears gets to team with Serenity. The two top Champions together against me and some bitch named Amber that Serenity has beef with but Mears is already sliding up to wanting to ‘discuss’ the match with her.” Madison explains.
“Fuck that!” Jezebel exclaims. “I’m coming with you down to the ring for that match. Shit, all of us should come down to the ring with you. They want to play the numbers game then so can we!”
“Nope!” Madison shouts.
“The fuck?!” Jezebel tilts her head.
“I’m not going to ask Trixie, Sam, and Jace to help me when they all have matches they need to worry about,” Madison confesses. “If I ask for help then everything they’ve said about me is true. I am better than that. I refuse to let them be right about any of the bullshit they’ve said about me.”
“But they are just going to try to injure you before you get a match that matters against one of them!” Jezebel says in a pleading tone.
“I’m a grown woman, I am a fucking Princess!” Madison says proudly. “I am a full-fledged member of The Kingdom. So if they want to try to take me out then let them bring it on. I’m more than capable of taking their best shot and picking myself right back up. This is professional wrestling, a combat sport. If they think that getting beat down is going to scare me away then they are dumber than the words that come out of their mouths.”
“I’m coming down to the ring with you and I’m not taking no for an answer!” Jezebel says in a commanding tone.
“I’m not going to fight about you being out there with me for the match.” Madison smiles. “You can keep a lookout for that Rory bitch in case she gets any funny ideas because Lord knows. Simple women seem to think they have to defend Little Kevin Mears’ honor. But there is one more thing you can do.”
“Name it.” Jobs straightens her posture.
“You’re my favorite sparring partner,” Madison says while stretching. “If I’m going to endure this bullshit tag match that’s not really a tag match and win the Silver State Championship belt from Serenity. I’m going to need to train harder than ever. Do you think you can handle that?”
Jezebel cranks her neck side-to-side and shakes out her arms.
“I’ll do it or die trying, Princess,” Jez says with absolute determination.
“Well then…” Madison bounces around in place a bit and then gets into a fighting stance. “Let’s play, Jesta.”
Normally, that would be something to boast about. Something nice to put on the old list of accomplishments but I’m not naive. I know that this main event isn’t a reward for the things I’ve accomplished in the company.
It’s a punishment.
You can look at it and think… ‘Oh, the loving couple and top Championship in the company against two people that have issues with Serenity.’ It’s booking 101 at its finest if you’re been living under a rock and only occasionally pay attention to what is going on.
What it truly is… is a setup.
On the first Revolution of Season 4 I rattled more than a few cages. I challenged the status quo and certain people don’t like that. I mean I did grab one of the Board of Directors by his tie and almost made him wet himself.
Did it feel good for one of them to admit that they’ve considered me for a shot at the Silver State Championship belt?
Sure, it did.
However, I’m not going to let some pretty words go to my head.
Kevin and Serenity were booked in the main event of the last show and it was one of the least talked about matches of the night. It’s like the people that run UPRISING wanted to pop a rating putting the World Champion vs. the Silver State Champion.
They wanted the biggest rating the show has ever gotten. But all that got was a wet fart of a match where neither person HONESTLY competed with the intention of victory. No, you had two teammates, a couple, go through the motions in the middle of the ring for 15 minutes until some random chick showed up and ‘ruined it.’
And instead of standing on the top of my chair, clapping my hands, and cheering wildly. Instead of drooling over the asses of our ‘glorious’ Champions for their piss-poor effort, I called it like it was.
I have a bad habit of doing that… apparently.
So… here I find myself in the main event of the Anniversary show. Kevin gets to team with Serenity. They team together, they sleep together, hell… he gifted her the title she holds and proudly shouts that she’s the longest-reigning Champion at the moment.
Who do I get?
Some random bitch I don’t even know that hasn’t had a single match in UPRISING yet. Not Trixie, not Jace, not Samantha. Just some random person who also has an issue with Serenity and who as of writing this… has decided to take a phone call from Kevin Mears concerning this match.
UH OH… I’m in troubleeeeeeee.
It’s all just fucking hilarious to me. They call themselves Aces but this is how they operate? They call themselves Champions but they are far from it. Kevin Mears didn’t call me concerning the main event of the Anniversary show. Hell… he won’t even directly speak to me on Twitter/X because I’m the first female that hasn’t worshipped the ground he walks on.
It’s never really shocking how some people operate when they don’t get what they want.
Kevin Mears wants to be held in high regard. He wants to be a douchebag of a human being but have everyone cheer him for that. He walks into a World Championship match last season and admits that he doesn’t love professional wrestling. He treats it more like a chore than he treats it like the thing that has given him to privilege to live the life that he lives.
He wants to tear down every single person that he deems beneath him with no mercy. But the moment he’s pitted against someone with the ability to knock his teeth down his fucking throat he wants to go radio silent or be friendly with that person.
Now, yeah, I talk a lot of shit.
I don’t pretend to be a nice person nor do I care if I am cheered or not. The difference between me and Kevin Mears is that I don’t just punch down… I punch up also.
There are dozens of people on the roster who can claim they’ve done more than me. Won things that maybe I’ll never win.
I don’t slap my dick on the table only when the level of the opponent is beneath me.
Every single one of you can get these hands should you so choose.
But I’m just a person that decided to get a Championship made for myself because management would rather rehash Amy Santino’s and Summer Page’s of the world in Championship matches even though their chances of victory are damn near zero most times.
I got denied a shot at the Unity Championships because two other women got caught in their feelings over mean words on the internet.
I wish I was making any of that up but those things actually happened. But yet, I get called a hater or a nobody… or the latest a batshit crazy psycho just because one of Kevin’s many side pieces got bent the wrong way over the truth.
Speaking of…
A little birdie told me that this little side piece has had talks about re-joining UPRISING.
Ooops… FUCK! I’m not supposed to know that.
Dammit, Madison? Why do you always have to ruin everyone’s lies and bullshit that spew online?! The narrative is that this has NOTHING to do with her. I need to just play along with that.
But I won’t.
You don’t get to call me a psycho, deny the truth, and expect me just to go along with it. Besides… there is nothing in my contract that states that I need to be a brainless idiot.
Don’t like me ‘spoiling’ your wet toilet paper thin plans?
THEN MAKE BETTER FUCKING PLANS!
You can't hide something in plain sight and expect someone to pretend they don’t see it. But I’m basically trying to teach a brick wall how to moonwalk at this point.
The only thing that matters is that I know this is more a three-on-one handicap than it is a tag team match. Amber and Serenity have been attached at the hip fighting over whatever petty bullshit happened fuck knows when.
They trained together or something?
I did some digging around and apparently, these two had a match in fucking New Jersey on Mears’ birthday at some event he put together that absolutely NO ONE gave a fuck about. The only reason I even remember it is because Vega competed on it and I congratulated her on winning against Talia who was one of my opponents on the last show.
Funny how Mears didn’t have time to promote his match against Serenity. Didn’t have time to stand in front of a camera and talk about the World Championship belt, the attack afterward, or how Talia pretty much has become a mute…. NONE OF IT!
Yet he sure as fuck found the time to put together a birthday event for himself in a toilet of a state and I’m sure he streamed video games on Twitch a couple of times between Solstice III and Revolution 1 last week.
And I’m supposed to respect anything about that? Am I supposed to lower my head and walk through the hallways of that casino quietly because THAT is SO much better than me?
Go fuck yourself.
There is nothing respectable about either of them. And I certainly don’t give a flying fuck about my so-called partner.
I’m not going to run around pointing fingers and laughing at Serenity or anyone else just because I am in the main event. I know it’s a trap, I see that it’s a trap, and I’m going to waltz right into that motherfucker.
Why?
Why would I willingly walk into a situation that is meant to outnumber me and beat me down?
Because it proves that I’ve been right all along.
Serenity has screamed from the mountaintops that I am a nobody and that I’m not worthy of a shot at the title. Mears refuses to acknowledge anything that happens or is said about him and his group unless it puts him in a positive light. My partner thinks that this is her 2nd main event even though she’s yet to wrestle a match in Season 4 of UPRISING.
If all of them need to make phone calls and conspire against little old me?
Then Serenity is a liar.
Mears is a coward.
And Amber is delusional.
But hey… I’m crazy, what do I know?
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The Kingdom Wrestling Academy
Denver, Colorado
Monday, October 30th, 2023
Madison sat on a bench inside the empty training facility. Her phone in one hand and her thumb on the other hand to her lips, biting at the nail. She seems to be in deep thought as she stares down at the phone. She scrolls through different social media apps along with her messages and other websites that she frequents. Her foot taps on the floor absentmindedly until she hears the sound of one of the front doors opening.
She raises her head and looks to see who just entered. She springs to her feet and squeals a bit as she takes off running toward the person. The person is barely able to steady themselves on their own two feet inside the facility before Madison nearly tackles them to the ground with a hug.
“You made it, Jez!” Madison shouts as she squeezes her arms around the woman who had been missing from The Kingdom.
“When you texted me, I came as soon as I possibly could, Princess,” Jezebel says sincerely while she hugs Madison back. “You know I’ll always be here for you.”
“I know but I thought you were gone forever!” Madison whines as she lets go of Jezebel. “You just disappeared without a word and no one knew what happened. But you’re back here right in front of me.” She places her hands on Jezebel’s shoulders while looking her up and down.
“Yeah, kidnapping wasn’t something that I had planned for, unfortunately.” Jobs states with a bit of distress in her voice. “I didn’t think I’d ever be back here too but I have you to thank for that.”
Madison shakes her head. “Don’t you even worry about that, I would have broken that Witch in half if she hurt you.”
“You still think I’m worthy of being your Jesta even though she drew on my face and made me look different?” Jezebel asks sheepishly.
“You are you…” Madison replies with certainty. “Nothing could ever make me think less of you. Besides, the jokes on her. She just made you look hotter.”
Jobs blushes and then clears her throat trying not to get overwhelmed by emotion.
“So… you seemed frustrated in your text message.” She took a quick look around and then looked back into Madison’s eyes. “What do you need me to do? Who do I get to bite?!”
“No one… yet,” Madison answers and begins walking through the facility. Jezebel follows beside her. “I just have some aggression that I need to work out of my system.”
“Say less, Princess.” Jezebel reaches down and begins to take off of her clothes but Madison stops her.
“Not that kind of aggression, but I love the way your mind works.” She pulls Jezebel’s hands away from her clothing and makes sure everything is back where it belongs. “The aggression I am talking about has to do with UPRISING and more specifically those morons that call themselves Aces.”
“Are they still a thing?” Jobs raises her eyebrow.
“Barely…” Madison scoffs. “Jace and I just whooped Talia and her tag along man meat for the umpteenth time. So, that just leaves Serenity, Summer, when she’s not too busy posting pictures of herself or going to weddings, and Mears when he has time in his busy schedule to remember he’s the World Champion of UPRISING.”
“The fact that any of them dares to call themselves an Ace is hilarious and dumb.” Jezebel chuckles.
“Everyone sees that but them!” Madison responds while throwing her hands into the air. “How can this many people be that dense? But with Talia seemingly M.I.A after that ass-whooping I know Mears will be looking for yet another replacement Ace.”
“Someone we know or just someone random person he’ll try and hype up as great?” Jobs wonders out loud.
“You know it’ll be a female.” Madison reaches one of the rings and slides in under the bottom rope. “That’s like the one requirement to be in his little playing card clubhouse. He went as far as to argue that fact in a subtweet by saying that he 'trained' that Ethan guy who they didn't even get to call himself an Ace. They made him call himself a Jack and that he 'trained with' the current OCW World Champion.”
Madison begins to laugh loudly and starts to fan herself with one of her hands.
"A guy that never amounted to anything in UPRISING other than being that thing that Talia Skye sat and spun on and the OCW World Champion." Madison bursts into hysterics. "The place where a man was crowned World Champion because he had NSFW dreams about Velma and Daphne from the Scooby Doo cartoon. But not even THAT OCW. This is some bootleg spinoff of OCW and he thinks that makes him less of a Himbo?! His short man complex is starting to fucking with his brain. That or the fact he can't keep track of who has already been in Ace and failed miserably."
“How many of them have there been so far?” Jezebel inquires as she slides into the ring and gets to her feet.
“There was that one girl that never did anything. Carina or something, I don’t remember.” Madison recounts. “And then you had Talia and there is Summer. Oh, he’s also gone to Vega and Mateo insinuating that he loves their skills and talent right when he knew they were in line to win the Unity Championship belts. And now we have Priscilla who trains and seems like a lost puppy following him around. This new cunt named Amber that I’ve teamed with for the next Revolution. Along with another new cunt who also trains under him and treats being in UPRISING like it's the hokey pokey.”
“Sounds like anyone who sits down to pee could potentially be the next Ace.” Jobs muses.
“No…” Madison corrects her. “I’m pretty sure Ace Sky is not going to be the newest Ace.”
“Okay, what is the plan then?” Jezebel folds her arms over her chest.
“I’m in the main event of the next Revolution. It’s supposed to be a tag team match but it’s honestly just a three-on-one handicap beat down because I crossed the line by saying the stuff that the Aces want kept quiet out loud for everyone to hear.”
“Wait a minute…” Jobs takes a step toward Madison. “What do you mean three-on-one handicap beat down?”
“Kevin Mears gets to team with Serenity. The two top Champions together against me and some bitch named Amber that Serenity has beef with but Mears is already sliding up to wanting to ‘discuss’ the match with her.” Madison explains.
“Fuck that!” Jezebel exclaims. “I’m coming with you down to the ring for that match. Shit, all of us should come down to the ring with you. They want to play the numbers game then so can we!”
“Nope!” Madison shouts.
“The fuck?!” Jezebel tilts her head.
“I’m not going to ask Trixie, Sam, and Jace to help me when they all have matches they need to worry about,” Madison confesses. “If I ask for help then everything they’ve said about me is true. I am better than that. I refuse to let them be right about any of the bullshit they’ve said about me.”
“But they are just going to try to injure you before you get a match that matters against one of them!” Jezebel says in a pleading tone.
“I’m a grown woman, I am a fucking Princess!” Madison says proudly. “I am a full-fledged member of The Kingdom. So if they want to try to take me out then let them bring it on. I’m more than capable of taking their best shot and picking myself right back up. This is professional wrestling, a combat sport. If they think that getting beat down is going to scare me away then they are dumber than the words that come out of their mouths.”
“I’m coming down to the ring with you and I’m not taking no for an answer!” Jezebel says in a commanding tone.
“I’m not going to fight about you being out there with me for the match.” Madison smiles. “You can keep a lookout for that Rory bitch in case she gets any funny ideas because Lord knows. Simple women seem to think they have to defend Little Kevin Mears’ honor. But there is one more thing you can do.”
“Name it.” Jobs straightens her posture.
“You’re my favorite sparring partner,” Madison says while stretching. “If I’m going to endure this bullshit tag match that’s not really a tag match and win the Silver State Championship belt from Serenity. I’m going to need to train harder than ever. Do you think you can handle that?”
Jezebel cranks her neck side-to-side and shakes out her arms.
“I’ll do it or die trying, Princess,” Jez says with absolute determination.
“Well then…” Madison bounces around in place a bit and then gets into a fighting stance. “Let’s play, Jesta.”