It was a cold, damp night in Detroit Michigan as rain water splashed up on the black boots of 17 year old Becky Balfour as she paused in an alleyway, looking behind her. She ripped the tag off of a black hoodie that she was wearing as she turned to see her 16 year old friend, Zaylee Flynn, catching up to her. Both of the girl’s breath clouded into the Detroit night as they gasped for oxygen after shoplifting the hoodie that Becky was wearing as well as some cosmetics items and snacks from a local retailer. Becky stooped to pick up some items that had fallen out of her hoodie pocket before looking up at Zaylee.
Zaylee Flynn: Bex...I have to go.
Becky Balfour: Where? Zay, we’re in this together. We were just chased by those fake rent a cops out of that store. Come on, I know a place we can go for the night.
Zaylee Flynn: Bex...I’m sorry. Listen to me, okay?
As Becky stands back up, Zaylee puts her hands on both of Becky’s shoulders. Their icy eyes lock on each other.
Zaylee Flynn: You know I don’t stay in one place too long, I can’t, but we’re basically sisters. If you ever need me, I’ll be there, just like I know if I ever need you, I can count on you. But hey...fight.
Becky Balfour: That’s all we do, isn’t it?
Zaylee Flynn: Better than anyone else.
Both girls cracked matching smiles as Becky wrapped both arms around Zaylee, embracing her best friend in a hug. As she pulled back, she exhaled a breath into the sky before nodding her head.
Becky Balfour: Take care of yourself.
Zaylee Flynn: Of course...and Bex, remember our song...I Got You Babe.
The two shared a laugh, the hit by Sonny & Cher that was popular before the two were even born was a song that they heard together for the first time years earlier and claimed it as their song. When no one else would protect them, they would have each others’ backs.
Becky Balfour: See you soon…
With those parting words, Zaylee Flynn took off in one direction as Becky ran off in the opposite direction. This wouldn’t be the end for the friends, merely just a fork in the road.
In a nearly empty room with white walls and bright lights, Becky Balfour was lying on her back. Around the rambunctious 21 year old was a glass encasement, and on top of the glass was a man laying face down, staring at Becky. The man who was being filmed from one of the cameras placed on the floor next to Becky showed off his shirt reading #TheSociety.
“Men lying on top of me. That seems to be Mikey Svarro’s focus. He’s already been quick to take to Twitter to point out my track record against men, or a man in Union Battleground. Mikey thinks my loss to Cassius Reed defines me. If that loss was so brutal, why have I been as prevalent as ever? Did the loss to a man prevent me from calling out another man, Adrien Cochrane at Light’s Out? Did it prevent me from using his own manhood against him when I put my foot into his balls and dropped him to the mat with a kick?”
A giggle escapes the ruby lips of the blonde as her eyes remain closed as she remains laying down in the encasement.
“Cassius Reed didn’t defeat me, I defeated myself in our match. I allowed myself to be distracted and I paid the price, a small price at that. I suffered my first and only pinfall defeat in Union Battleground, but I learned from it. Isn’t that what really counts? I learned how to use my Society and Followers to their maximum potential, don’t believe me? Rewatch Lights Out from Hampton. Not only were my followers there for me during my confrontation with Adrien, but they were there during my match with Izumi Sato. Women AND men...doing what I say. Marching to my orders. Willing to put themselves on the line...to keep me safe. To make sure I am successful. I love it.”
The confidence in her voice was not only evident, but genuine. This was someone who truly believed she had her own army at her fingertips, and so far, she wasn’t wrong.
“How dangerous does that make me? How dangerous are WE? With the loss of Zaylee temporarily, my Society carries on. We continue to grow in strength, and I continue to grow into my career as a professional wrestler. I’m sure in your eyes, I’m better suited in a kitchen, or at home, right? Isn’t that what you said before your match with Mandi Morrison? You gave her no chance, and ultimately, you were proven right...but I’m not Mandi Morrison, and all women aren’t created the same. Some are stronger. I’m the strongest woman you will ever meet, and the smartest.”
In the tiny encasement, Becky places her hands above her and presses on the glass. The cameras get a closeup of the glossy black nail polish that coats her fingers as she gives a light push but the glass doesn’t budge.
“You get off on pinning women, proving your superiority, but how will you embrace failure if it comes to that? Like you, I started my career in Union Battleground with a win. I was on top of the world, and then I lost my second match. Will you suffer the same fate in your second singles match here? If you do, will you adjust how I did? So many unanswered questions.
Mikey Svarro represents everyone who looks down on me and mine. His society tells us that men are stronger. His society declares that men deserve higher pay than women. His society thinks that in 2017, it’s still okay to equate having balls to being dominant...MY SOCIETY is the exact opposite.
I’m the face of this movement. A woman. I refuse to be shut up or shut down. I refuse to remain trapped.”
With all of her strength, Becky kicks her boots up at the glass, startling the man that was ‘laying on top of her’, causing him to roll off and onto the tiled floor. Becky kicks once more and a circular cut in the glass crashes and shatters. Brushing herself off without fear for cutting her fingers, Becky stands and is helped out of the broken case by some of the male Followers. After pulling her safely from the messy case, she puts a boot on the back of the man that was previously laying on top of her over the case.
“While I await your sexual innuendo, I spit in the face of everything you represent. My battleground isn’t a kitchen, it’s a ring. My voice isn’t silenced by an overpowering man, it commands them. My Society isn’t afraid...we scare YOUR society.
On July 21st, 11,000 people in Norfolk Virginia will witness another milestone in my career. My first victory over a male counterpart... a battle of the sexes. I hope the Trojan pitch you were working on a few weeks ago pays off, because I have all of the protection I need right here…”
With a laugh, she leans back against the Followers in #TheSociety t-shirts.
“See you soon, Mikey.”
The scene fades to black as smoke gray cursive letters fill the screen next.
‘For Zaylee.
Our sister. One of a kind. Your soul is as fiery as your temper, and for you, our fire will burn as bright as ever.
Post by Mikey Svarro on Jul 18, 2017 18:23:24 GMT -5
"Societal Collapse" For Zaylee <3
The Roman Empire. The Medici Family of Renaissance Italy. The Netherlands in the 1630's.
Three interesting stories involving societal collapse. All had a mass following, whole regions, or countries. But those who lead are not without error, and it can come toppling down just as quickly as it was built, with one mistake. One wildcard that catches your Society off guard. That's all it takes, really. An underestimation of the situation in front of you, a single mistake, and it's all gone forever. Three pictures line the background, one of each of the three previously mentioned eras.
Mikey Svarro stands in front of them, "Rumble" Reyes close by. Despite the fact that he was clearly a competitor on his own, advancing in the Battalion tournament against Beautiful Storm, he was also still contracted as Mikey's bodyguard. The pair of them both wore sunglasses, inside. Mikey looked to the camera, quickly taking off his sunglasses and popping the collar on his floor-length trench coat. However, as he was about to speak. There was a knock on the door. They paused, both looking around, before it came again. Svarro nodded to Rumble to open the door.
"I've got a delivery here for a Michael Svarro."
Rumble looked back to Mikey, eyebrow raised, before reluctantly signing on the dotted line. The FedEx driver handed Reyes a life-size cut out of some sort.
"You've got to be kidding me, Mikey...you're a sick man."
Svarro walked over, looking at the side of the cut-out the camera couldn't see. He grinned, before turning it around to the camera, a cut-out of Becky Balfour stood beside him.
"What? I figure since Becky thinks she's Queen Bee, maybe I can set this down, away from like...In-n-Out lines and stuff, and people will flock to it. Those Followers of hers have got to be pretty thick, they should fall for it, right?"
The grin upon his face got even larger, though a second later his smile was gone, "What were you thinking of, perv?"
Mikey nudged Rumble, and Reyes simply glared back at him.
"Nahhh, Balfour's okay, but that Zaylee girl had a way better ass. Truly sad to see her go, was looking forward to watching her run around the ring..."
Rumble said nothing, just shook his head, walking back across the room and sitting in a nearby chair.
"Let me get this straight, Becky. You think you've had it hard, you've had a tough life, and for some reason you think yours has been tougher than everybody else's. Am I following you? You're getting all these idiots to follow you around because you all feel like the rejects of today, thrown to the side by anyone and everyone. You don't feel you've gotten the same opportunities in life as everybody else, and you think the wrestling world is looking over you. Do I have this right?"
"Well damn, cut my wrists and black my eyes. I feel like I'm writing a damn emo song up in here. The only thing I've heard from The Society is a whole lot of bitching, and a whole lot of crying. A whole lot of smeared eyeliner - looking at you, Seth. You think you've had it hard so that means you DESERVE the world's attention? That's not how it works, sweetheart. Seems all your adoptive parents did is coddle you, tell you how special you are, let you become a professional wrestler even though you weigh less than a buck fifty. You don't deserve SHIT, Bex, not with that attitude, and the world isn't going to follow suit until you learn to pick your panties up off the floor. Your Society was built on weakness from the very beginning."
Mikey nodded, as Rumble stood up, instantly punching a hole throat the nearby portrait of the Roman Empire.
"Mikey Svarro? I've never, in my life, sat around crying like a little bitch. I get shit done. If I want something, I'm going to work my ass off to get there. Mikey Svarro is a damn competitor, and I may take short cuts here and there, find my own way to the top of the ladder - but I know I've got to climb. I do whatever is necessary to get me to that next rung, leaving a trail of sore losers in my wake. That's why I'm not sitting here telling the Union to give me a damn Trench War title shot - instead, they want to know that I deserve it. That's fine and dandy because I know that I can beat anyone they throw in front of me, I know that I'll snatch that title sooner or later. The Society? You think you should be handed things in life because you got your feelings hurt a few times. Grow a thicker skin Bex, stopping running around screaming 'UNFAIR' and stop being such a damn fraud."
"Yeah...Mikey Svarro calls 'em as he sees 'em. You're a fraud, Becky. Your prance around looking like you just stepped off the pages of some magazine, while saying you stand for The Ugly. You're a damn professional wrestler, and you say you stand for The Broken. You don't stand for anyone but yourself..."
Another nod from Mikey, and Rumble was punching a second hole, this time through the portrait of the Medici Family.
"And hell. Neither do I. But the world KNOWS it. I'm not afraid to say it. Mikey Svarro will always tell it like it is, I'm not going to hide behind some false battle cry."
"And it's also why I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Mandi Morrison - women don't belong in wrestling. Unless it's one of those pudding matches, or the ones where they have to take their clothes off...oh wait, no, their opponent has to take their clothes off. Unfortunately, were not going to be getting freaky in the middle of the ring here, Becky, so why are you even trying to front like you've got a chance? Mikey Svarro is a prime specimen of a man, and statistically, historically, physically...men are just better than women. I don't care if you challenged another guy after just losing to one. Women are crazy, we know this. It's why even though I've never lost to a woman, Aaron Asphyxia is still telling anyone who will listen that she totally would have beaten me...like five years ago. It's why no matter how many times I shove Tapanga Britt's face into the ground, she still came back for more. You girls never learn your lesson. You'll lose, you'll cry, and then you'll act like it never happened. Female 101."
"But it's okay, because you've got a bangin' body, and you already dress like a stripper. Why do you think your boyfriend gets jealous every time you talk to a guy on twitter? He knows your bangin' all your little followers. Or do you and Seth just have a huge orgy with all of them? The Society is starting to sound like the title of my new favorite gangbang porn."
Svarro chuckled, Reyes going ahead and punching his third hole, right through the middle of a lovely tulip landscape in the Netherlands.
"You did say something that caught my ear though - you defeated yourself against Cassius. I don't deny that. You're a weak-minded GIRL, who thinks she deserves the world handed to her on a silver platter, a false message, and you're going to lead some new Society? Get real Bex, you're going to fall, and you're going to fall hard. Why do you think Zaylee bailed? She didn't want to stick around to see you crumble, is my guess. Your promo should have had a cut-out like this one lying on top of the glass, not a man. You'll defeat yourself again Friday, on Lights Out, I'll just happen to be the one in the ring with you."
Mikey took a hold of the Becky Balfour cut-out, taking a moment to do a small dance around the room, before facing it towards the camera again.
"You're gonna lead those people to their doom, Balfour. Listen to what I'm saying..."
Mikey looked down, and for the first time, the camera panned out to see a small structure in the middle of the room. So small it hadn't even been seen until now. It's built out of Legos, that aren't even completely put together correctly. It's small, it's fragile, it looks like a child on crack made it. Complete with little Lego people, as well. On top of the entire thing, stood one single Lego person, the little gremlin face of Seth Lawless glued to it. Svarro grinned out of the side of his mouth, before releasing the cut-out, letting and fall and crash into the small civilization below, destroying it.
"Listen Hard!"
The scene faded, and was replaced with a parting message.
For Zaylee I loved to watch that ass bounce.
Love, Mikey.
Last Edit: Jul 18, 2017 18:25:25 GMT -5 by Mikey Svarro
