Post by Kaelan Laughlin on Mar 4, 2018 17:38:56 GMT -5
The camera comes alive in a beautiful tea shop in downtown New York City. The beautiful decor is sparkling off the cream colored walls in various shades of gold and silver. Tables are lined up filled with countless groups of women just sitting around gossiping and drinking tea out of beautiful fine china tea cups adorned with flowers and gold filigree. The cameras move past them all to find in the back the two women sitting at a table standing out visibly from the crowd.
It may have been the contrast of the vibrant red hair of Felix Hartley, or it could have been the fact Genevie was the woman who looked most suited for a tea party. Something she had picked up from her time in Paris with her husband. A beautiful red cap with lace on her head while the rest of these women looked as if they might as well be at Starbucks. On the table in front of the two ladies was two manilla folders resting under Genevie’s napkin and of course they had their glasses of tea.
It had been a while since Genevie had seen Felix, but it seemed like every time the two got together it was like they had never left each other’s company in the first place.
“First off. I just want you to know how honored I was that you asked me to do this with you. I’ll admit I was a bit apprehensive about the whole thing but then I tuned into some of what these imposters had to say and I just...they just have to be stopped.”
“Thank you! I mean it feels good to know I’m not in this fight alone.”
“Oh no. This is a battle worth fighting! So what do you say we check these files, because I unlike SOME people do some mighty fine extensive research into my opponent’s before I fight them.”
“Oh. Give me that tea hunny!”
Genevie grabbed the folders and handed one to Felix. They opened them almost in pure synch and both went quiet as they seemed to scan over the things before looking at each other with a smirk and closing the folders and tossing them behind them as if they were trash.
“Let’s get one thing clear you stupid hoes. I don’t need to read some big long winded resume that you sent into Union Battleground when you were applying to become wrestlers to know how fucked you are. In fact. I didn’t even need to apply for this company at all. All I had to say was hey, I’m interested in branching out and the doors FLEW open for me. That’s the kind of star power I have. While y’all are worried about your designer brands? Bitch I’ve been my own brand in this industry for years.”
“YAAAS QUEEN!”
Felix snapped her fingers together three times in a criss cross motion and shook her head before holding her hands up to say amen.
“I mean I could look over those resumes but really they don’t tell me much about who you both are as wrestlers. They don’t tell me what you’re capable of in the ring. I’ve been in this industry long enough to understand what real research is. I’ve watched your matches and I’ve watched your sad attempts at portraying yourselves as Sass and Class and honestly cunts? I’m far from impressed.”
Genevie paused for a moment and picked up her tea cup and took a sip of the tea as Felix was leaning back and giving Genevie the moment to speak. She closed her eyes as the warm tea hit the back of her throat, and she could swear was going right down to touch her very soul before she licked her lips and opened her eyes and setting the tea cup down before speaking again.
“I mean really in most of your promotions for your matches you haven’t even bothered to learn the names of the teams you are facing, or you have and you resort to childish insults of their names as a way of getting inside of their heads? What are you two fucking five? Seriously. I’m still trying to figure out where the fuck your Sass and Class really are because all I see are the mean little kindergarten princesses on the playground trying to play tough in between finger painting and nap time.”
“Which leads me to believe that neither of you knew anything about this business you just happened to watch people like Me and well, Fel over here being the Queens of Sass, and Class and well having way better Asses than you as well and decided you could just do it too. I know that money talks and that’s probably how you paid some world class trainer that you claim is hot shit when most of the rest of us have never really even heard of her. Funny how that works.”
Genevie gave a sarcastic smirk to the camera.
“I mean we can be honest this REALLY wasn’t my battle to begin with. Felix had more of a problem than anything, and she had every right to be upset because you two are trash using something that Felix has branded and been able to make herself a household name with her tag line. She’s won Championships that neither Sabine, or you Oceane will ever hold and she like I, has made an entire brand of herself and her infamous tagline.”
“I’ll admit me and Fel have lost touch here and there but, I always come to the aid of the ones who I call my friends when they are in need. I wanted to see her succeed actually in humiliating you two bitches who think you’re actually good at humiliating others. I thought that the perfect thing about me and Fel is that we have a lot in common but we aren’t carbon copies of each other. Like you two are to each other. Fel has her strengths, and I have mine and we can use those differences to come together and win.”
“Don’t even get me started girl!”
Fel slapped her hand on the table and Genevie giggled, before taking a moment to collect herself and speaking again.
“See. All we have to do is be able to beat ONE of you and we can beat BOTH of you, because you are so much alike. I mean Ocean with an E speaks a lot of french jibberish that nobody gives a fuck about and Sabin with an E has her own version of jibberish she speaks. Either way they throw the words Goddess and Princess around because their bank accounts have a few extra zeros than the bum that is hanging out on the corner and think that makes them stars. Let me tell you something boo. Goddess and Princess titles don’t make you shit in wrestling, or show why you’re that mean bitch that’s going to fuck someone up.”
“Neither does kicking a Cat because it got hair on your leggings.”
Felix and Genevie both picked up their tea cups to hide their smiles as they took a sip before putting them back down.
“We don’t have to resort to those tactics to prove we are tough and mean. We’ve got YEARS above these nobodies. That speaks volumes. We’ve trained together. We’ve worked together off and on in the same companies. We know each other. We don’t have to be glued to each other’s hips to understand how this business works, or how to fuck a couple of mouthy cunts up. I’ve been a tag team champion. With a man who had NOTHING in common with me. We never lost our titles. In fact we never lost a match together.”
“And I’ve been in a tag team with my husband and we were hit or miss on whether or not we succeeded and NOBODY knows me better than that man does. So really it doesn’t matter how long you’ve braided each other’s pussy hair and I know that because of my experience, and the bitch that trained you should have made you aware of that too. So WE are going to give you the dose of reality you didn’t learn when you lost to Rumble and Noah. So listen up Patron Sluts World Tour. Friendship isn’t magic and it won’t carry to a victory at King of the Cobra.”
“Time to Show them what Sass, Class, Ass and Amazing Wrestling Ability are.”
Genevie and Felix both picked up their glasses and gently dinged the small little teacups together with smiles as they sipped their tea happily. Genevie was excited to branch outside of her comfort zone. Even more excited that she could do it with a friend she had history with, and getting to do it on one of Union Battleground’s Supershows? She was blown away and proud of herself and her accomplishments for name and hard work getting her opportunities like this.
Post by Maggie Chamberlain on Mar 5, 2018 20:17:35 GMT -5
serving you drag-team realness // _____________
Hang on a minute. Genevie Carlson and Felix Hartley? Weren't these the two girls who were once at each other's throats in GWC? Yup. Weren't these the two girls who slayed each other over social media once or twice? Yup. Weren't these the two girls who literally became household names just by being themselves and working their asses off in every company they've ever been signed with? Yup. And weren't these the two girls who took an entire company and b u r i e d their roster?
Also, yup.
And yet, they seem entirely more cohesive as a tag-team than The Patron Saintes – they don't get their full name, because the other half is stolen. It speaks volumes when this is quite logically the only "Mean Girl" tag-team that makes sense, and that probably has a little something to do with the fact that Felix and Gen gave birth to this shtick fucking years ago. These girls aren't your classic gimmick; they eat, sleep and breathe the petty lifestyle. There's a certain rawness to this union that remains forever undetectable in Sabina and Oceane, and it's because they didn't wake up one day in their French mansions with all the money in the world and decide to become professional wrestlers because we're still adults and hate mommy and daddy. Felix and Genevie had an opportunity, went for it, worked for it, and continued to BUILD it and add to it instead of merely be a very, very boring piece of the ready-made puzzle.
FLASHBACK - AUGUST 2015 | GENEVIE'S OLD RESIDENCE
Genevie and Felix both sit propped up against opposing walls in the hallway of Genevie's charmingly modern home. Gen's lip was bleeding, Felix's cheek was swollen and turning purple and she couldn't put much weight on her leg. They sat in silence for what felt like hours until one of them spoke.
"It wasn't even as serious with us," Gen said. Her voice was raspy and tired and definitely annoyed.
"I know that now," was all Felix could muster.
"He really loved you somehow, Fel. I'm sorry that what happened, happened. I had nothing to do with it. Dante wasn't right in the head."
"I just went fucking ape shit," She sighed. "I can handle a lot. But not that."
"I know, sis."
"And I'm sorry for everything that happened in GWC . . . " Felix hung her head. It pained her ego to apologize and Gen saw right through it. She laughed.
"Fuck it. I'm over it. Look where we are now, so who cares? We're stars. Everything we've worked for has paid off. I'm not apologizing to you, though."
"At least apologize for ripping my designer bra, you bitch," Felix tugged at the torn lace hanging from her torso.
"Sorry not sorry."
Felix rolled her eyes, but the two of them laugh at the irony of the friendship that was born from the ashes; they literally had to kill each other first, and they wouldn't have had it any other way.
END FLASHBACK
Felix clears her throat, crossing one leg over the other and sipping her tea as her tired eyes glaze over the file in front of her. She looked up at Genevie.
"Okay, can I serve the drag-team realness now?"
"Yes ma'am, honey," Gen whips her long dark locks over her shoulder and sips her tea.
"Imagine getting to the point in your career when companies are saying to you, 'wrestle at our Pay-Per-Views! Our own talent desperately needs people to recognize them, please, come and save it!' – That's literally why we're here. The fact that these dumb bitches don't have the actual mental capacity to think of something different ain't my problem. You're mad because I came after you? I don't fucking care. That's why I'm taking it one step further than just being a "tag-team" with Gen; we're the first official Drag-Team."
"Trademark; so don't fucking steal it," Gen rolls her eyes.
"Because her and I . . . don't just 'team up' after a glorious night of finger-popping each others' assholes; we drag other bitches. We drag them by their cheap weaves and we show them what the fuck is up. I guarantee you've never heard that term before, and that's because Gen and I are original and we know how to brand ourselves. We know how to take those brands and bring it into wrestling and outside of it, too; you can't go anywhere without seeing our faces and hearing our tag lines. Like Gen said, it's who we are."
Gen comes in with an exaggerated nod, mouthing "Preach" under her breath.
"I hear they were upset about being in a dark match?" Gen raises her eyebrows . . .
"Uh, yeah, that's what happens when you're literally a nobody."
They clink their tea cups together, taking a sip in perfect unison.
"I mean I feel like you'd know that if you're so dedicated to wrestling, though?"
"Well obvi, they're a seasoned tag-team, Fel," The sarcasm was dripping off Gen's tongue. "Don't understand literally anything about the business, but yeah, totally seasoned and like, totally the same person!"
"Oh, yeah. Fuck me, right?" Fel tapped her acryllic nails along the china's edge, "So seasoned that as soon as they lost their first tag team match in Union, they whined about it, and then got thrown into matches that say 'hey, it's okay, you can go to the bathroom now, you're not missing anything'. Right before they put them against an obviously ill-paired couple of rookies and made it pretty fucking obvious who the winners would be. If you need a bone thrown to you every now and then to make your life easier, you're in the wrong fucking industry, cunts. If you spent as much time whining about your losses as you did actually trying to develop yourself, you'd get matches that people would rather watch than piss into their own hand. But unfortunately you're stuck in 2007 with Regina George and every other gimmick that went with it."
"Yes ma'am."
"See, the reason I chose you Gen, is because it's obvious to me. Were we ever a tag-team? Fuck no, but we've certainly beaten the hell out of each other, gone through some real shit together instead of just blending our eyeshadow together and sucking each other off. We've ruined each other to bits and pieces physically and verbally, but we also recognized the talent and drive in one another and built each other up. Our lifestyles are night and fucking day – but when we have a common goal, we're on the same page in the snap of a finger. I don't need to rely on you for anything, and you don't need to rely on me for anything. We don't need each other's help. We aren't one brain in two bodies; we're two athletes forming one fucking powerful team and that is something nobody else in Union or anywhere could possibly fathom. So before y'all talk shit about not having 'competition', you might want to come up with something else, if you're capable of that."
Gen raises her tea cup.
"It's actually fucking pathetic. Gen and I can both tell you with our years of experience over you that you'll get nowhere relying on somebody else; do y'all think I really wanted to be a wrestler? Fuck no, are you kidding me? I was a fucking stripper. I worked every Las Vegas club and I hustled. You either have it, or you don't – same thing in wrestling. You're either good on your own, or you're not. Gen and I have both slung straps over our shoulders more than once, what the fuck have either of you done besides hold grudges against opponents who clearly were better wrestlers than you? Of course you're garbage, the two of you are greener than a fucking stoplight and you decided to make a home in the place where REAL wrestlers come to play, who are out for blood and guts and glory and don't have time to rebel against their rich and disapproving families."
"Because where have I heard that story before?"
"Literally everywhere," Felix answered with absolutely no hesitation. "Here's the reality of our situation, ladies. You have Gen, a 4CW Champion. You have me, the innovator of Ass, Class and Sass, and the two of us are virtually unstoppable in any way you could possibly think of with half a brain. Then there's the two of you, completely reliant on each other, useless without the other, destined to die alone, unfulfilled, unsuccessful, forgotten, and will probably credit us with your upcoming retirement plans after we gracefully inform you that this game is not for you. You'll always be nothing."
"That's–"
"–The–"
"–Tea."
Gen said each syllable with the clap of her hands as Felix threw her head back in laughter. The girls finished their cups of tea, clinking them together one last time and absolutely revelling in the drama.
