Post by Josie Pleasure on Jun 10, 2018 1:10:03 GMT -5
Yet another devastating loss to put in the record books, but at least she got the win that counted, The War Horse Medallion. I'm sure some viewers were frightened by the thought that it was stolen, but luckily it was merely a lie, so rest assured that it's in good hands. We find ourselves lured into another fascinating episode of what is Josie up to now? She is entering the building in a foul mood and growing more annoyed with all the traffic backstage after all it's the 25th Lights Out! show. Filled most likely with special guests and who knows what else, but it's supposedly a big deal. Finally weaving her way through the congestion and into her locker room where she is greeted by Blake, who takes quick notice of her mood.
HEY! Uh...How's it going?
She narrows her eyes at Blake and releases what should have been a sigh, but sounded more like a growl and Blake seems nervous for some reason.
Saw that you're up against AJ Morales, this week. I'm kinda excited to see this one as you both have similar hardcore styles.
Josie lays her dry cleaning bag on the bench and pushes the handle down on her rolling suitcase, then looks over at Blake and rolls her eyes.
Big deal! So he's hardcore, doesn't mean anything. I've never fought him and I can't say that I've watched any of his matches so color me unimpressed. I know that everyone thinks that I got lucky when I won the medallion and if it were anyone else I'd agree with them, but it's me and I know how hard I fought for that. There hasn't been a match that I've been in since joining Union that I haven't given my all. I'm so sick of hearing that I'm fake or a wannabe, I'm FUCKING JOSIE PLEASURE! I'm a legend and week after week these people pay those outrageous ticket prices to see me in action and I plan on leaving everything on the mat. Win or lose at least I still show up and produce an award winning product. No one takes me serious even after I poured my heart out to America and pulled them into the nightmare that is my life. You know how they reacted? They didn't! I dunno about you, but when someone regales me in a story of how they...in DETAIL...executed their loved ones, I might think twice about stepping in the ring with them or even getting on their bad side, but instead it just became a punch line. Even my time in the asylum doesn't stir anything other than "you're a danger to yourself" so pardon me if I don't geek out over some guy that did a few spots of falling on thumb tacks or took some chair shots. I AM HARDCORE! Hell even you were thrown through a plate glass window that merits the hardcore life and stop singing the Jay-Z version Blake.
He smiles sheepishly as he was starting to sing the chorus.
Josie, I've never doubted you and I know that you above anyone are fucking scary and that says a lot coming from me, but you got this fire that no one can put out. You get knocked down, but you get up again.
He giggles slightly being able to get a bit of "Tub Thumbing" in before she yells. Josie is about to protest, but he puts his hand up to silence her.
No one is discrediting you. You're the War Horse Medallion winner which is a HUGE deal and you made headlines before me, which I'm jealous of. Do know how long it's taken me to get respected? Hell I'm still being attacked, literally.
I'm not doubting my abilities nor do I care what people say. It just pissed me off that after everything that I told about, no one batted an eye. Have we become so desensitized that you don't even flinch a little when you stand toe to toe with a psycho killer? If you told me that this AJ guy went through a flaming table while covered in gasoline, I'd be like dammmmmn this dude's crazier than a pet coon. Though truthfully that would be kind of awesome and I'd be like how do I impress him? Not saying that being hardcore isn't a turn on for me cuz you know I'm all about the violence, the bloodier the better. Whatever! I'm going to be badass and win just to rub it in everyone's face plus fighting a dude is my favorite past time. Anywho, about this attack, we need to retaliate.
Blake shakes his head no and Josie quirks an eyebrow almost as good as "The People's Eyebrow".
Not now. Focus on your match and we'll discuss our next move. I get knocked down, but I get up again are you ever gonna keep me down...it's stuck in my head now, sorry.
Josie shakes her head.
I need to get ready for my match. Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy
Blake laughs.
See?!
Out!
Just for that...I'm leaving!
Josie points to the door giggling. As Blake begins to exit he mumbles
I know when I'm not wanted, don't have to tell me twice.
Last Edit: Jun 10, 2018 1:17:50 GMT -5 by Josie Pleasure
Post by RevolutionJones on Jun 11, 2018 23:00:02 GMT -5
Pro wrestlers and steakhouses are one of those combinations in combat sports culture that, even if they don’t entirely make sense at first, once you’ve been in long enough, it’s hard to imagine one without the other. We’re in one such steakhouse right now, namely the Philadelphia location of Aries Armadaist’s DEATHSTEAKS, where we find two long-haired wrestlers sharing a table. One of them is pretty easy to recognize; the blond streak on one side of his head gives him away as the internationally-known A.J. Morales. The other, with red highlights in his hair and a jacket that’s more band patches than denim at this point, isn’t nearly as well-known yet, but he’s the reason they’re both here. After all, Tenshi Van Santana’s about a week and a half from his TV debut for Napa Valley Revolution, and what kind of mentor would A.J. be if he didn’t help Tenshi celebrate that?
Tenshi Van Santana: Seriously, thank you so much for this...
A.J. Morales: Dude, don’t worry about it. I’ve seen hella people who coulda been stars never even get the chance to get on TV and prove it. Trust me, this is worth celebrating.
Santana: Yeah, but...c’mon, man, you’re working Arena México this Friday! You’re stepping into the same ring where Santo unmasked El Gladiador!
Morales: Tell you what, this dinner can be about celebrating me if you pick up the tab.
Tenshi goes silent and looks awkwardly down at the steaks, and A.J. laughs to himself a bit.
Santana: ...ALL of it?
Morales: ...yeah, that’s what I figured you’d say.
Tenshi shakes his head and goes back to his steak for a bit, as does A.J. The silence hangs for a few moments, and then... Santana: So I’ve been looking over the card for the show, and this woman you’re up against…
Morales: Josie Pleasure?
Santana: Yeah, who the hell is she? I’ve never heard of her.
Morales: C’mon, Tenshi...just ‘cause you don’t know who somebody is doesn’t mean they’re a nobody.
Santana: What’s she done, though?
Tenshi starts taking a sip from his glass of ice water as he awaits the answer....
Morales: I mean...she’s a, what, 4-time world champion?
PFFFFT! The rookie just barely avoids spitting all over his own food.[/i]
Morales: And she’s got a spot in the next War Horse title match, whenever that’s gonna be.
Santana: You’re kidding.
Morales: I’m not even scratching the surface. This girl’s as legit as she is psycho.
Santana: And they’re putting you in a hardcore match with her?
Morales: I mean...we’ll see. They still haven’t told me the stipulation, but the way they’re promoting this, and the way Josie is, there’s no way this is gonna be some super-clean technical clinic.
Santana: So what’s the plan? Just out-deathmatch her?
A.J. chews the idea over for a moment—literally, as he’s working on his latest bite of steak—before he answers.
Morales: See, that’s not a bad idea. She’s been at the deathmatch stuff for years now, and the damage from that adds up, especially with the kinda head and spine injuries she’s had.
Tenshi, ever the eager student, leans forward a little as he listens closely.
Morales: The thing is, and you’re gonna learn this pretty quick once you start getting in these kinda matches, there’s more than one way to be hardcore. You can do the brute-force deathmatch shit, you can throw yourself into the hazards around you just on the off-chance that they hurt your opponent a little more than they hurt you, and depending on where you’re at, that might be the best way to do it. Clearly, it’s been the best way for Josie.
A.J. stops for a quick sip of water before he keeps going.
Morales: But like...if I wanna become the XWA Hardcore Champion, I have to be ready to ambush the other guy in a casino, put him through the blackjack table, maybe use my clothes to set him on fire if he throws a fireball at me. If wanna stay champion, like I have pretty much nonstop since last October, I have to be open to doing gimmick matches where I go fight somebody in a Starbucks instead of a wrestling ring. I have to be willing to make myself a target in tag matches because the people on the other team have the chance to take the title if they pin or submit me. I have to be ready to defend the belt under the 24/7 rule anytime, anywhere, against anyone who can find an XWA referee and a camera crew to film it all—
Santana: Even right now?
After about a half-second, A.J. realizes the truth of his student’s words. He bolts up to his feet and looks around the steakhouse, making sure there’s no one sneaking up on him, until his paranoia subsides and he feels safe sitting down again.
Morales: Jesus, dude, don’t scare me like that...
Santana: Sorry. Morales: But yeah, with a belt like that, you can’t just smash your way out of everything. You have to think on your feet. You have to adapt to the situation. You have to get creative in what you hit your opponent with. You win with a sharp mind, not necessarily a sharp object…
Morales holds up his fork and knife for a moment before he goes back to cutting another piece off his steak.
Morales: ...even if having something to stab people with is a nice advantage. So that’s how I’m gonna beat her.
Santana: What, stab her?
Morales: No! I mean...yeah, if it comes to that, I might have to. But the way I look at it, Arena México’s just another brand-new place to fight that I need to adapt to if I’m gonna win. So I gotta use all the energy the crowd gives me and anything I can get my hands on, ‘cause I know I’m gonna be the big hometown favorite, and I can’t go out there and let mi gente down, y’know?
Santana: Yeah, I feel that.
Morales: If I’m gonna get my name up there next to Santo and Blue Demon and all those guys, I gotta kill it out there like they did.
Santana: Go on, say it!
A.J.’s train of thought breaks, and he looks at Tenshi, puzzled, for a moment.
Santana: Y’know...the thing?
A.J. comes this close to rolling his eyes, but figures he might as well do it. It’s Tenshi’s night, after all.
Morales: And Josie Pleasure better brace herself, ‘cause if she goes straight deathmatch with this, the Revolution’s sendin’ her straight to the morgue.
Santana: Hell yeah!
Morales: C’mon, dude, we’re here to eat, not cut promos…
Just then, the waiter comes by with the check—which, presumably, Tenshi still doesn’t want to pay, even with where the conversation’s gone—giving us as good a jumping-off point to fade out as any.
