War, good god y'all, what is it good for?
Dec 16, 2019 3:52:12 GMT -5
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Post by Johanna Krieger on Dec 16, 2019 3:52:12 GMT -5
Darkness flees the rising sun
The village lies ahead
It will wake to a new day soon
Soon they'll all be dead
We came in cover of a moonless night
Fifty men at arms
Now at first morning light,
The church bell sounds the alarm
Betritt die Kriegsmädchen(Enter the warmaiden)
Just a little girl.
That is what I heard from the moment I could remember. My father would take my brothers out hunting. He would talk about how they were going to make the name Krieger mean something more in the future. In the military, in the police force. They were to be the bearers of his name and his legacy on the world. I was the youngest of four, I had three older brothers and they were the ones groomed for a position of power.
To be the leaders of a future my father saw coming.
Military, Law and Justice. An iron fist ruling in a country that had been growing soft in his eyes.
We were a name there. All through Germany, my father was a respected Police officer. He put away criminals and was known for being incorruptible. He was straight as an arrow and he expected my brothers to be the same. They were the soldiers, the politicians, the masters of the future and I. Well. I was just his little girl. That was until I got older.
My brothers, while strong-willed and smart, didn’t want to follow in his footsteps. Sure they entered the military, but they did so just to earn money to live their lives. They didn’t take to the armed forces as much as they did drinking beer or eating at restaurants with all their friends. But then for a while, he looked at me as something more. He realized I was the one who would stand for Law and Order. He realized his daughter was more than just a little girl.
She was a woman.
A woman capable of following in his footsteps.
But, his footsteps walked through a world that no longer existed. In the 18 years from my birth to when I had graduated high school and entered the academy the mindset had skewed. No longer where the police the beacons of hope and protection. No, now they were a joke. Defanged and neutered by a government system more concerned with the rights of criminals than the safety of the weak and law abiding.
My father saw it coming. He hoped I would stand up and be accountable and I was. But what he wasn’t prepared for, was that the system, the system he had sworn to protect and serve. The system he championed for forty years. Had failed him.
Failed us.
Failed Germany.
That is why I walked away. And the day I decided to go. The day I looked my bosses in the eye and said “no more”. He took me by the hand, smiled and gave me a small nod and said “ich bin stolz auf dich”(I’m proud of you). And the real irony of that moment is when I heard those words come from him, in his deep grizzled angry tone. Well, I felt like…
I was just a little girl…
But now...I was the German War Machine.
Being faithful to yourself is the most important thing in life. To be able to look in the mirror and know that you did everything you could to live up to your own morals and standards as well as advance the quality of your life and those around you who you happen to care for.
But what if staying true to yourself is what will bring pain to your family?
This was the situation I found myself in a few years ago. I was working as a police officer. I was walking a beat in Berlin. Nothing too major, most of the time I was called to break up domestic disputes and fights in bars. In fact, I did paperwork more than anything else. The bane of law and orders existence. But then, there were the times I hated. I had to deal with the real scum of life and society.
Not people who made mistakes.
Not people forced into the extremes of life out of fear or necessity.
No, the people I hated dealing with the most were those who profited off the pain and addiction of others. The men and women who injected poison into the world we all live in. Those who had too much money to be chased down and brought to justice.
Justice. Novel concept.
A world where we are all kept in line and looked at as equal. It doesn’t matter what the colour of your skin is, it doesn’t matter what your sexual orientation is, it doesn’t matter what god you pray too. You break the laws of society, you bring pain to others...and you should be punished.
That world doesn’t exist. That world is a fairytale pushed as an agenda by those in charge.
I saw this too late, I saw it unfold in front of me as sick, twisted, horrible human scum would be released as quick as they were brought in just because they greased the right palms. My dream of being like my father was shattered and I was left disenfranchised and broken. I needed a release, a reason to fight. The first time I walked into a gym and trained, the first match I had, the first time I lived the life of a professional wrestler it made sense. It felt right.
And I was always going to go to war….
Last Week.
Cancun, Mexico
“Bitte Johanna, komm nach Hause”. Her Father's voice was deep and commanding. Almost as if it wasn’t a question or request but an order. Despite moving from Europe, despite now being in South America on a holiday, living in North America and working as a successful professional wrestler and having many friends at her home base in New York, her father still pleaded for her to come home. To leave it all behind.
To go back to the job that almost destroyed her soul.
The life that made her lose all faith in humanity.
She took a deep breath as all the thoughts ran through her mind. The need to say something, anything, but wanting to phrase it in a way that would not come off as disrespectful. Deep down, Johanna was still a daddy's girl. She still loved and respected her father, still acknowledged his contributions to her own moral code. But that was why she could never go back to that life. Her father turned his back on the corruption, her father accepted it as part of “the job” and “the life”, something Johanna never could. The silence grew between them, her heart sank as she managed one word. Not even in her mother tongue as she had become used to speaking English.
“No…”
There was another strained silence, a deep sigh and a sound of acceptance. Her father now switching from German to English to match his daughter and youngest child. “Can’t blame me for trying, can you?. Please, be careful, your mother sends her love Jo.” She held it all in, the emotion, the pain. The fact she did want to at least visit them but was terrified that if she went home if Johanna allowed herself to walk in that door, she might never come back. “I love you both. I’ll send presents. Goodbye Vater.” As she hung up the phone and ended the call her heart ached. Her body shook as she tried to calm her mind that now ran a million miles a minute.
She was in Mexico, she was supposed to be enjoying her well earned time off. After working for two companies for three months, having matches and appearances all over the US and only having one single loss on her record A great start to her international career. Both Union Battleground and SCUM had given her opportunities, she enjoyed them both, the companies had different feels and different locker rooms. She was here to relax and recharge before going back to the US for her next events, to go in with a relaxed body and focused mind. But this, this didn’t help.
This was crushing.
This was painful.
This was family.
Johanna put her phone on charge, left it face down and turned away heading out of her hotel room slamming the door behind her. She moved out into the warm night air, while it was still just out of winter it was warmer than New York and much warmer than she had experienced in Germany, the summers there not having the same heat.
Her leather jacket slide over her upper body as she moved along the sidewalk. She felt lost, she felt alone. And she felt angry. Above all, it was the anger driving her as her heavy boots stomped down the concrete path. She was only days away from returning to the US, days away from returning to that life. If she was going to be angry, why not use it?.
Promo: Guerilla Warfare…
“This is one of the biggest and most important nights of my career. You see I have a chance to not only walk out of Guerilla warfare as the Warhorse champion, but also the Union Battleground world champion. Two titles. Two shots, Two matches and a chance for me to etch my name in history and infamy.”
Johanna looked up, her hands were clasped together in front of her as she sat with her knees up and her arms wrapped around them. Her long hair tied back as she let out a long deep sigh.
“When Union came back but Alyssa Daniels didn’t I had no idea where the company as a whole would go and what the title would represent. Then as this match was announced and the prize at the end was revealed I knew I had to be a part of it. See, when I was a child, when I first discovered wrestling all I wanted was to become a champion, to hold a title and prove my worth. But then as I left my early teens I put away those dreams to follow my father, mother and older brothers into becoming a police officer. It was a profession that was in my heart as much as wrestling was but since it was more tangible and I felt like I could make a difference I followed my family.”
“Do you know what I found?. Corruption. Lies. Deceit. I found that the job I thought I had wasn’t the job I got. Reality was skewed. I watched as human beings were used, abused and traffic’d. And the people who did it, due to money and power...walked away…”
“My heart was crushed because the dreams I had to follow in my fathers footsteps meant nothing when I couldn’t actually change the world for the better. So instead I walked away. I walked away and I decided to train to do this. And I discovered that it was where I was always meant to be. And that led me to the United States after time in Europe and in Japan.”
“And since I stepped foot in Union I have felt like it was home. I have watched names come and go, some of the bigger names and as they left I felt myself becoming more and more disappointed.I wanted to go against Mickey Savarro, Alyssa Daniels, Elena DeDraca, Finn Whelan. I wanted to face them, to test myself. But after the break and after I walked back into Union I saw the usual influx of people from outside wanting in and I also noticed names like Kaelan Laughlin and also the return of Flash Kassidy and I knew I wo9uld face them in the fourway and that started my excitement. That started a smile on my face”
She smiles wide and shakes her head before pushing up from the ground and straightening her black leather jacket that hangs over her upper body, the familiar logo of the band The Ramones on her shirt underneath.
“Then I went and looked at the names that had signed up for the Guerilla Warfare match itself and I realised how many names I knew, and I also saw some I was not familiar with as well as there being alof of names hidden from all of us as reserved surprises. And there are more established names here who would make a great Union Battleground champion. AJ morales, Bryan Williams, Ace Andrews, Anna Daniels, Nikolas Thoreau.They are all names who have more credibility than me since really I am just known as that tatted up German girl who beats the shit out of people. The warhorse medallion is the only thing I have won of note. I have faced and beaten some names in different companies but no one as of yet you would consider a star and even though I have an exceptional win loss record the quantity outweighs the quality.”
“But something that I am, is loyal. See if a company is good to me I will be good to it and I am sick to my stomach that Alyssa Daniels would not return to defend her championship instead hanging it back. I mean yes, it has opened the door for myself and 19 others to get in the ring and fight for it but it shows disrespect to the company and to the title itself as well as the rest of us who stayed and then returned through Unions hiatus. Who stayed as others abandoned it because they couldn’t cut it anymore.”
“So that championship and this company needs someone to rise up as it’s face and champion.”
“And why not me?”
“Sure, AJ Morales and his seventy five defunct titles that he carries around to look bad ass might seem like he would be good for the company but is he really? A man who turns and flips his opinions on the whim of names in 4CW and other popular companies? A man who kisses peoples asses?. See, something he hasn’t figured out yet is that it’s ok to respect people, but if you stand there and tongue peoples assholes publicly you lose the respect yourself. But still not as someone like Ace Andrews who like some kind of battered wife left WWH only to go crawling back to that company full of moronic douchebags because he couldn’t cut it anywhere else.”
“And he thinks he can come here and be a champion?..what a joke…”
“No, this company needs a deserves a champion who will win that title then stay and defend it with pride. Who will go to other companies and champion Union and challenge all comers. Someone who will promote the company and help it grow not just for personal gain. And of course there’s the other side to all of this. The fact I enjoy what I do, I enjoy hurting people. I enjoy getting better and fighting to be the best of the best.”
“So at Guerilla Warfare I am not just fighting to prove my own point. I am fighting for this company and its future…”
