Post by Dollface on Feb 29, 2016 22:59:12 GMT -5
So here I am, staring down the barrel of Trauma 188. A Trauma which includes the ESGC, Justin Kaard - oh right, and Grimm. Lest we forget. At least I got a Trauma "off" after - after what happened before. I'd say it was time off for good behavior, except there was a shittier reason for me getting to rock the announcer's table with Ace and Jerry. That reason being Trauma 186.
I mean, sure, it looked great on TV right? The lights, the crowd, everything was going great! That is, until...
That's when shit started to get crazy, amirite? Oh wait, I said crazy when referencing Alexa Black - QUICK, SOMEBODY POINT THIS BLOG OUT SO SHE CAN GLOAT ABOUT IT! Ugh. Need to get over this bitch but for fuck's saaaaaaaakes man! She's EVERYWHERE! Trauma 187 was ridiculous, it was like the Alexa Black Show (as accompanied by the rest of Pure Class Wrestling). Not only that, but she's doing DAMAGE! Showtime is supposed to be the boss or something now, right? Well, he needs to STOP her. She's dangerous, and he's the only one that can legally make her go away. She's hurting people, above and beyond what we do here. First she took out Hiroshi, then...
The Angry Amazon lifts Kelli above her head, bringing her down back first on the steel ring steps. Starr yowls in agony as Alexa screeches sadistically at her, mocking her pain. An almost serene moment of clarity hits Alexa's eyes as she eyes one of the cameraman's cables, a Cheshire grin widening across her face. Without hesitation, Black wraps the cord around Kelli's windpipe, hauling her up to her feet and onto her back. Pain changes to panic as Dollface struggles for air, unable to even scream for help.
Meanwhile, Nathan struggles to free himself from his captors' grasp, met each time with more cruel punches and kicks, keeping his outbursts of energy barely halted through his fits adrenaline-infused strength.
Alexa continues to tease Kelli with redemption from her beating by allowing her to reach the ground long enough to think she'll be able to breathe before wrenching her aloft again. Within a few minutes, Starr's complexion begins to blue as the fight leaves her body, her arms draping limp to her sides.
D'you know what it feels like to get choked out? I mean, sure, the movies show it and stuff, but do you know what it FEELS like?
It's surreal and it's terrifying. I mean like, legit fucking I CANNOT WAKE UP THIS MUST BE A NIGHTMARE kind of surreal and terrifying. First you struggle, and you struggle hard. Then, when you realize you're trapped, when your body is fighting to draw breath and nothing is coming in, you panic. Blind, raw, panic.
It doesn't stop there, obviously.
Next you have your vision. It goes kinda black and white almost? Like if you lowered the color saturation and jacked up the contrast too high. Then it blurs. Then it tunnels.
And this whole time, your chest is pounding, aching, feeling like it's going to explode and implode at the same time. The pressure in your face builds to an unbearable pain you're not even totally aware of. You make these super gross gaspy, chokey noises until every tiny burble of air you had in your lungs - and then things fade to black...
So this is where I stop narrating what happened, coz to be totally honest I don't even remember Alexa dropping me - but holy fuck, mad props to NCM and thanks for saving me and all that! Maybe accidentally kill Alexa next time. I'd be surprisingly comfortable with that. We're talkin' fluffy unicorn jammie pants kind of comfy, ya dig?
Ya dig. The fuck even, Kelli.
Anyway! So after that, the hospital, things got REALLY FUCKING WEIRD. Because last thing I remember, Alexa has me dangling like a mackerel on a fishing line, everything's going dark - and like I said, that's when things got even weirder.
"You have visitors. We have something to talk to you about."
The calm voice filters through Kelli's mind, reaching her where she sat. Or stood. Or was she laying down? Weird. Opening her eyes, Kelli smiles in pleasant surprise at the lack of pain in her body. Sitting up and swinging her legs to the side of the hospital bed she stands, stepping forward to greet her visitors.
"Uncle! Naomi! What is it you need to talk to me about?"
"Hello, zaichik." He smiles, an expression of avuncular love tinged with sadness. "It's not so much us as it's -"
"I needed to talk to you, Kelli. I need to talk to you about Nathan."
Kelli slews around, her jaw dropping as she sees the woman known to Nathan as the White Witch. "STEVIE FUCKING NICKS!? Oh my GOD how is it that I'm meeting you like this in a freaking hospital room and holy shit I am SO not dressed for this and is my ass hanging out of this gown dude I need to grab a blanke -"
Kelli freezes in place, her face going ashen as she sees the bed.
"Uh oh." No sooner did she utter the words than Naomi is at Kelli's side, holding her by the upper arms as the pink haired beauty trembles.
"What the FUCK!? Am I dead? I'm totally dead! WHY AM I DEAD!" Color returns to her face in a wave as it reddens, tears starting in her eyes. "WHY AM I DEAD AND WHY IS NO ONE HELPING ME!?"
"Kelli, please, we can explain, but Nathan -"
"Nathan." Kelli casts a frantic look around the room, a fat tear rolling down her cheek as she fails to locate her love. "Where - where is he? Did he... has he just not... didn't he come with me?"
"He's close by. Please, Kelli, we don't have much time -"
The wavering tone of the flatline on the heart monitor breaks through Kelli's fugue. "That sounds wrong. Like we're underwater."
"We are between time - and we must also step between worlds. Please, Kelli, you must come with us. This is imperative." The curvy blonde suits words to actions, drawing a human sized circle in the air with one elegant finger - then simply plucks a circle of reality out like a cat burglar removing glass. Setting it aside to reveal the glimmering Everything and Nothing beyond, she extends a hand to Kelli as Naomi pulls gently on the aforementioned's arm.
Kelli resists Naomi's gentle tug and Rasputin's prodding, clenching her jaw and leveling a fiery stare at the new woman. "NO. Where is Nathan?"
The White Witch shoots a glare over to Rasputin, who busies himself with the cords on his cloak. "She's one of YOUR bloodline, all right." Turning back to Kelli, she continues. "Kelli. We need your help. I cannot explain this all to you now, while we are between time there are certain laws we must observe to keep from tearing a rift in your world. Nathan is safe, and you MUST come with me."
Kelli glances first to her uncle then to Naomi, brow furrowed over creamy jade eyes. "Kelli, please... he's my brother. Do you really think I'd let anything happen to him? We don't have much time left, and if you don't help us that could end everything. Even Nathan."
Unashamedly grabbing Naomi's hand for comfort, Kelli nods and follows the White Witch into worlds beyond.
Feeling, rather than seeing, a limitless realities swirl around them in a rush of time-space, Kelli giggles into the silence - the sound chiming out just as they come to a halt in a large antechamber.
"I um. Sorry. Hi?" She inches forward, stopping in her tracks as one face after another becomes visible. "Wait. Wait no fuckin' way. Genghis Khan? Marie Antoinette?! CLEOPATRA!?! WHAT THE HELL!?"
Naomi gives a pained grin, hauling Kelli back as Rasputin steps up with the White Witch.
"This one is your blood?"
"Niece of two generations. My brother begat her father."
"Wasn't her father one that we had to -"
The White Witch makes a sharp gesture, the voice Kelli identified as Marie Antoinette falling silent. "He was. He is not on trial - SHE is."
Kelli startles. "Wait, TRIAL!? I didn't DO anything!"
"There is no easy way to ask this question of you, Keliska." Kelli's expression goes somber at the use of her full name. "It is a massive task, but one you must undertake in order to save your world - and the man you love."
"Nathan needs me to save him?" Kelli's face flushes a dull red as she jabs a finger at Naomi's chest. "YOU TOLD ME HE WAS SAFE!"
"Nathan IS safe! I swear to you, Kelli, he's SAFE!" Naomi approaches, crystalline teardrops glittering on her dark lashes. "Please, Kelli. I'm begging you. This is the only chance we have to save your world, and to save my brother."
"What do you need me to do?" Kelli's voice hardens, a Russian accent and formality of speech taking over.
"You must forsake your life, and become more. You will become one of us, one like Nathan, or Naomi, or your uncle."
"Wait so like I won't be able to die?!"
"You'll be able to die - it will just be much, much harder to get you there."
"Do I get POWERS!?"
"Yes, but -"
"Wait, so what's the downside?"
"You will no longer feel the same things mortals do. No substance can get you high, no liquid can get you drunk - nothing except absinthe."
"Wait. You mean I won't be able to just chow down some pharma-candy and have a blazed night?"
"No."
"But - but that - does ANYTHING feel good? Does food still taste good? OH MY GOD IS SEX EVEN A THING!?"
Naomi steps forward with a smile. "Food tastes wonderful. The sun on your skin still feels warm. Sex is still sex - even more intense as two of our kind can reach heights mere mortals cannot. But substances - substances won't do it. All that will give us that rush, that high? Pursuit of fame, adoration."
Rasputin takes her arm, smiling as well. "There's a reason you recognize all of us from your history - and there are many more you have yet to meet."
"We do not have time for that right now. Kelli, we must have your answer. I hate to push you, but billions of lives depend on your answer."
"Holy fuck. No pressure, right?"
"Zaichik..."
She looks down at the ground, a soft smile curving her lips as she raises her eyes to the Council before her.
"I choose Nathan. If that means I'm gonna pass death and collect $200, that's a bonus. If that means I can't get fucked up on chemicals 'cept absinthe anymore, that sucks but..." She lifts her head, tossing her pink curls back over her shoulder. "...none of it matters. I choose Nathan."
The White Witch steps forward, conferring with the Council in voices Kelli could hear but not understand.
"It is agreed. Keliska Staronova, you shall become one of us - your tutelage entrusted to your Uncle and his wife. I must speak with them regarding your future - and you must speak with Nathan."
"How do I get to him?"
Naomi grins. "Close your eyes. Find him with your heart - and go there."
Kelli rolls her eyes before closing them, shaking her head. Her mind takes a moment to calm, but once it did, she could feel him. Almost hear him, a tear escaping from between her lashes as she feels his agony. Focusing on nothing but HIM, she lets herself go... and go... falling down an infinite rabbit hole, falling down and then through - coming to a stop absolutely Nowhere.
Nowhere, but not alone. She feels him just in front of her before she can see him, the look of him twisting her heart in her chest. Huddled on the floor he's a mass of confusion, both sides of him warring within, their battle wreaking havoc on the man's physical appearance. Rather than touch him, she must speak - but what to say?
Shivering with anticipation, she breathes out the first words that come to mind:
"I'm here, my love."
So now here I am, writing this awesome blog post. You know, hangin' out with Jerry and Ace was pretty cool. I guess. I mean, it was fun and all but daaaaaaaamn they're so serious! I suppose it's their job and all, but still. Anyway, since that wasn't nearly fun enough to keep me from wrestling, I guess I really DO have to come back at Trauma 188. I still have NO hate for the ESGC, in fact I kinda like them. They took a no contest instead of grabbing an easy win because of Alexa's attack. That makes them good people.
Which makes me wonder what the fuck they're doing in Pure Class Wrestling these days.
Don't get me wrong - PCW has good people in it. A few. Here and there. Hell, NCM helped save me and he didn't even have to! I seriously owe him a cellophane-wrapped fruit basket or something for that. What kind of thing does he like, anyone know? Toss me like, a fan message or something if you do. I need to do something nice for him. Something important.
Then there's Justin Kaard, who's definitely a good dude. Kinda young, kinda adorable, but a good kid. I say kid when I'm not that much older than he is but I'm at least a LITTLE older so I still get to say it! You know. Kinda. But yeah - he's a good guy, and a hell of a competitor when he shows up ready to go. Just not sure how ready he really is for a match like this, especially when you consider his partner...
...which very neatly segues us into Grimm! Wasn't that shit great? I'm amazing, what can I say. What CAN I say. The fuck was I even talking about? Oh! Grimm! I was talking about Grimm and good guys. Which is weird I guess but Grimm isn't a bad guy OR a good guy. He just... is. The sort of neutrality you see in the same nature that creates puppies but also creates the size of spiders in Australia. It's not good or bad, it just is. Just, that "is" happens to be really fucked up on occasion.
Besides all that, I still don't have much to worry about this Trauma, at least as far as Alexa Bitchface Black is concerned. It's not like I don't have MY OWN good guy in the match with me. Nathan is Nathan, and you'd best bet your prettiest thong (you know, the one with the glitter skull on it that we've got chemistry like you've never SEEN before.
Kelli's back, baby. Back and better than ever!
<3 Dollface
I mean, sure, it looked great on TV right? The lights, the crowd, everything was going great! That is, until...
"Black Widow" begins playing again, causing Nathan's eyes to darken and grim morph into a grimace of hate. Leaving his foe behind, he studies the ramp for signs of life, but no one appears. In the confusion, Prescott, takes the time to tag in his partner. Hayden cautiously enters the ring as if deciding just what to do next, since his adversary's back is turned.
Finally, the Shaw Brothers, the men who had earlier helped Alexa injure the Underground champion not a few short minutes earlier. They taunt the tag champs, keeping their distance. Both Kelli and Nathan beg the newcomers to come down to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Wait... Who's climbing out from under the ring?
Ace Anderson: It's Alexa Black!
Finally, the Shaw Brothers, the men who had earlier helped Alexa injure the Underground champion not a few short minutes earlier. They taunt the tag champs, keeping their distance. Both Kelli and Nathan beg the newcomers to come down to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Wait... Who's climbing out from under the ring?
Ace Anderson: It's Alexa Black!
That's when shit started to get crazy, amirite? Oh wait, I said crazy when referencing Alexa Black - QUICK, SOMEBODY POINT THIS BLOG OUT SO SHE CAN GLOAT ABOUT IT! Ugh. Need to get over this bitch but for fuck's saaaaaaaakes man! She's EVERYWHERE! Trauma 187 was ridiculous, it was like the Alexa Black Show (as accompanied by the rest of Pure Class Wrestling). Not only that, but she's doing DAMAGE! Showtime is supposed to be the boss or something now, right? Well, he needs to STOP her. She's dangerous, and he's the only one that can legally make her go away. She's hurting people, above and beyond what we do here. First she took out Hiroshi, then...
The Angry Amazon lifts Kelli above her head, bringing her down back first on the steel ring steps. Starr yowls in agony as Alexa screeches sadistically at her, mocking her pain. An almost serene moment of clarity hits Alexa's eyes as she eyes one of the cameraman's cables, a Cheshire grin widening across her face. Without hesitation, Black wraps the cord around Kelli's windpipe, hauling her up to her feet and onto her back. Pain changes to panic as Dollface struggles for air, unable to even scream for help.
Meanwhile, Nathan struggles to free himself from his captors' grasp, met each time with more cruel punches and kicks, keeping his outbursts of energy barely halted through his fits adrenaline-infused strength.
Alexa continues to tease Kelli with redemption from her beating by allowing her to reach the ground long enough to think she'll be able to breathe before wrenching her aloft again. Within a few minutes, Starr's complexion begins to blue as the fight leaves her body, her arms draping limp to her sides.
D'you know what it feels like to get choked out? I mean, sure, the movies show it and stuff, but do you know what it FEELS like?
It's surreal and it's terrifying. I mean like, legit fucking I CANNOT WAKE UP THIS MUST BE A NIGHTMARE kind of surreal and terrifying. First you struggle, and you struggle hard. Then, when you realize you're trapped, when your body is fighting to draw breath and nothing is coming in, you panic. Blind, raw, panic.
It doesn't stop there, obviously.
Next you have your vision. It goes kinda black and white almost? Like if you lowered the color saturation and jacked up the contrast too high. Then it blurs. Then it tunnels.
And this whole time, your chest is pounding, aching, feeling like it's going to explode and implode at the same time. The pressure in your face builds to an unbearable pain you're not even totally aware of. You make these super gross gaspy, chokey noises until every tiny burble of air you had in your lungs - and then things fade to black...
The Shaw Brothers drop Nathan, and Alexa releases Kelli's lifeless body, but NCM manages to get in a few good licks before the Amazon retreats into the crowd alongside her cronies. Mentis drops to a knee next to Kelli, signaling for the paramedics. Saniti stretches out a hand to his beloved, letting out a blood curdling lament. As he does, patches of his hair switch back and forth from the current coal black to his more normal fiery locks, his eyes changing from a pale green to the unhinged yellow of yore.
Nathan crawls over to his love, tears streaming down his face, his mournful cries shattering the hearts of the gathered masses. At long last, he reaches his beloved, cradling her in his arms, rocking her, and swatting away the paramedics as they attempt to help her. Standing tall, he struggles through his own pain wracked muscles to carry her as she hangs limply from his arms. He gently places her on a stretcher, allowing the medics to do their job at last as they wheel her away as fast as they can.
Nathan crawls over to his love, tears streaming down his face, his mournful cries shattering the hearts of the gathered masses. At long last, he reaches his beloved, cradling her in his arms, rocking her, and swatting away the paramedics as they attempt to help her. Standing tall, he struggles through his own pain wracked muscles to carry her as she hangs limply from his arms. He gently places her on a stretcher, allowing the medics to do their job at last as they wheel her away as fast as they can.
So this is where I stop narrating what happened, coz to be totally honest I don't even remember Alexa dropping me - but holy fuck, mad props to NCM and thanks for saving me and all that! Maybe accidentally kill Alexa next time. I'd be surprisingly comfortable with that. We're talkin' fluffy unicorn jammie pants kind of comfy, ya dig?
Ya dig. The fuck even, Kelli.
Anyway! So after that, the hospital, things got REALLY FUCKING WEIRD. Because last thing I remember, Alexa has me dangling like a mackerel on a fishing line, everything's going dark - and like I said, that's when things got even weirder.
"You have visitors. We have something to talk to you about."
The calm voice filters through Kelli's mind, reaching her where she sat. Or stood. Or was she laying down? Weird. Opening her eyes, Kelli smiles in pleasant surprise at the lack of pain in her body. Sitting up and swinging her legs to the side of the hospital bed she stands, stepping forward to greet her visitors.
"Uncle! Naomi! What is it you need to talk to me about?"
"Hello, zaichik." He smiles, an expression of avuncular love tinged with sadness. "It's not so much us as it's -"
"I needed to talk to you, Kelli. I need to talk to you about Nathan."
Kelli slews around, her jaw dropping as she sees the woman known to Nathan as the White Witch. "STEVIE FUCKING NICKS!? Oh my GOD how is it that I'm meeting you like this in a freaking hospital room and holy shit I am SO not dressed for this and is my ass hanging out of this gown dude I need to grab a blanke -"
Kelli freezes in place, her face going ashen as she sees the bed.
"Uh oh." No sooner did she utter the words than Naomi is at Kelli's side, holding her by the upper arms as the pink haired beauty trembles.
"What the FUCK!? Am I dead? I'm totally dead! WHY AM I DEAD!" Color returns to her face in a wave as it reddens, tears starting in her eyes. "WHY AM I DEAD AND WHY IS NO ONE HELPING ME!?"
"Kelli, please, we can explain, but Nathan -"
"Nathan." Kelli casts a frantic look around the room, a fat tear rolling down her cheek as she fails to locate her love. "Where - where is he? Did he... has he just not... didn't he come with me?"
"He's close by. Please, Kelli, we don't have much time -"
The wavering tone of the flatline on the heart monitor breaks through Kelli's fugue. "That sounds wrong. Like we're underwater."
"We are between time - and we must also step between worlds. Please, Kelli, you must come with us. This is imperative." The curvy blonde suits words to actions, drawing a human sized circle in the air with one elegant finger - then simply plucks a circle of reality out like a cat burglar removing glass. Setting it aside to reveal the glimmering Everything and Nothing beyond, she extends a hand to Kelli as Naomi pulls gently on the aforementioned's arm.
Kelli resists Naomi's gentle tug and Rasputin's prodding, clenching her jaw and leveling a fiery stare at the new woman. "NO. Where is Nathan?"
The White Witch shoots a glare over to Rasputin, who busies himself with the cords on his cloak. "She's one of YOUR bloodline, all right." Turning back to Kelli, she continues. "Kelli. We need your help. I cannot explain this all to you now, while we are between time there are certain laws we must observe to keep from tearing a rift in your world. Nathan is safe, and you MUST come with me."
Kelli glances first to her uncle then to Naomi, brow furrowed over creamy jade eyes. "Kelli, please... he's my brother. Do you really think I'd let anything happen to him? We don't have much time left, and if you don't help us that could end everything. Even Nathan."
Unashamedly grabbing Naomi's hand for comfort, Kelli nods and follows the White Witch into worlds beyond.
Feeling, rather than seeing, a limitless realities swirl around them in a rush of time-space, Kelli giggles into the silence - the sound chiming out just as they come to a halt in a large antechamber.
"I um. Sorry. Hi?" She inches forward, stopping in her tracks as one face after another becomes visible. "Wait. Wait no fuckin' way. Genghis Khan? Marie Antoinette?! CLEOPATRA!?! WHAT THE HELL!?"
Naomi gives a pained grin, hauling Kelli back as Rasputin steps up with the White Witch.
"This one is your blood?"
"Niece of two generations. My brother begat her father."
"Wasn't her father one that we had to -"
The White Witch makes a sharp gesture, the voice Kelli identified as Marie Antoinette falling silent. "He was. He is not on trial - SHE is."
Kelli startles. "Wait, TRIAL!? I didn't DO anything!"
"There is no easy way to ask this question of you, Keliska." Kelli's expression goes somber at the use of her full name. "It is a massive task, but one you must undertake in order to save your world - and the man you love."
"Nathan needs me to save him?" Kelli's face flushes a dull red as she jabs a finger at Naomi's chest. "YOU TOLD ME HE WAS SAFE!"
"Nathan IS safe! I swear to you, Kelli, he's SAFE!" Naomi approaches, crystalline teardrops glittering on her dark lashes. "Please, Kelli. I'm begging you. This is the only chance we have to save your world, and to save my brother."
"What do you need me to do?" Kelli's voice hardens, a Russian accent and formality of speech taking over.
"You must forsake your life, and become more. You will become one of us, one like Nathan, or Naomi, or your uncle."
"Wait so like I won't be able to die?!"
"You'll be able to die - it will just be much, much harder to get you there."
"Do I get POWERS!?"
"Yes, but -"
"Wait, so what's the downside?"
"You will no longer feel the same things mortals do. No substance can get you high, no liquid can get you drunk - nothing except absinthe."
"Wait. You mean I won't be able to just chow down some pharma-candy and have a blazed night?"
"No."
"But - but that - does ANYTHING feel good? Does food still taste good? OH MY GOD IS SEX EVEN A THING!?"
Naomi steps forward with a smile. "Food tastes wonderful. The sun on your skin still feels warm. Sex is still sex - even more intense as two of our kind can reach heights mere mortals cannot. But substances - substances won't do it. All that will give us that rush, that high? Pursuit of fame, adoration."
Rasputin takes her arm, smiling as well. "There's a reason you recognize all of us from your history - and there are many more you have yet to meet."
"We do not have time for that right now. Kelli, we must have your answer. I hate to push you, but billions of lives depend on your answer."
"Holy fuck. No pressure, right?"
"Zaichik..."
She looks down at the ground, a soft smile curving her lips as she raises her eyes to the Council before her.
"I choose Nathan. If that means I'm gonna pass death and collect $200, that's a bonus. If that means I can't get fucked up on chemicals 'cept absinthe anymore, that sucks but..." She lifts her head, tossing her pink curls back over her shoulder. "...none of it matters. I choose Nathan."
The White Witch steps forward, conferring with the Council in voices Kelli could hear but not understand.
"It is agreed. Keliska Staronova, you shall become one of us - your tutelage entrusted to your Uncle and his wife. I must speak with them regarding your future - and you must speak with Nathan."
"How do I get to him?"
Naomi grins. "Close your eyes. Find him with your heart - and go there."
Kelli rolls her eyes before closing them, shaking her head. Her mind takes a moment to calm, but once it did, she could feel him. Almost hear him, a tear escaping from between her lashes as she feels his agony. Focusing on nothing but HIM, she lets herself go... and go... falling down an infinite rabbit hole, falling down and then through - coming to a stop absolutely Nowhere.
Nowhere, but not alone. She feels him just in front of her before she can see him, the look of him twisting her heart in her chest. Huddled on the floor he's a mass of confusion, both sides of him warring within, their battle wreaking havoc on the man's physical appearance. Rather than touch him, she must speak - but what to say?
Shivering with anticipation, she breathes out the first words that come to mind:
"I'm here, my love."
So now here I am, writing this awesome blog post. You know, hangin' out with Jerry and Ace was pretty cool. I guess. I mean, it was fun and all but daaaaaaaamn they're so serious! I suppose it's their job and all, but still. Anyway, since that wasn't nearly fun enough to keep me from wrestling, I guess I really DO have to come back at Trauma 188. I still have NO hate for the ESGC, in fact I kinda like them. They took a no contest instead of grabbing an easy win because of Alexa's attack. That makes them good people.
Which makes me wonder what the fuck they're doing in Pure Class Wrestling these days.
Don't get me wrong - PCW has good people in it. A few. Here and there. Hell, NCM helped save me and he didn't even have to! I seriously owe him a cellophane-wrapped fruit basket or something for that. What kind of thing does he like, anyone know? Toss me like, a fan message or something if you do. I need to do something nice for him. Something important.
Then there's Justin Kaard, who's definitely a good dude. Kinda young, kinda adorable, but a good kid. I say kid when I'm not that much older than he is but I'm at least a LITTLE older so I still get to say it! You know. Kinda. But yeah - he's a good guy, and a hell of a competitor when he shows up ready to go. Just not sure how ready he really is for a match like this, especially when you consider his partner...
...which very neatly segues us into Grimm! Wasn't that shit great? I'm amazing, what can I say. What CAN I say. The fuck was I even talking about? Oh! Grimm! I was talking about Grimm and good guys. Which is weird I guess but Grimm isn't a bad guy OR a good guy. He just... is. The sort of neutrality you see in the same nature that creates puppies but also creates the size of spiders in Australia. It's not good or bad, it just is. Just, that "is" happens to be really fucked up on occasion.
Besides all that, I still don't have much to worry about this Trauma, at least as far as Alexa Bitchface Black is concerned. It's not like I don't have MY OWN good guy in the match with me. Nathan is Nathan, and you'd best bet your prettiest thong (you know, the one with the glitter skull on it that we've got chemistry like you've never SEEN before.
Kelli's back, baby. Back and better than ever!
<3 Dollface
