Post by Maggie Lockheart on Aug 30, 2021 22:53:42 GMT -5
Another day, another dollar.
If only it were that easy.
It's times like these that I have to remind myself why I came to Revo1 in the first place.
It's getting kind of hard to walk around backstage.
It doesn't feel welcoming anymore. It doesn't feel pleasant. Every hallway I slip through; every corner I turn. I can feel their eyes following me. Staring at me. Shooting daggers at me.
I don't blame them one bit for feeling the way that they do. Tommy's loss was a tragic thing. Eddie blames me for the accident, he's told me as much. I'm willing to bet my entire paycheck he's told everyone else it was my fault, too.
Of course, I didn't mean to bring tragedy along with me. Well, not outside the ring anyway. In there is a whole different world... a world where skin is ripped, flesh is torn, bones are bruised and egos run wild and carefree as though we're all in our natural habitat.
But these guys back here... the ones staging the lights... the ones holding the cameras... they didn't ask for what people like me ask for. Regardless of what happens to the performers, when the show's over, the lights come back on and all the chairs get folded up. The ring is torn down and stuffed in the back of an 18-wheeler. No sooner than they've unpacked it's time to pack up again and roll out to the next town.
...and they don't need my shit.
From now on it's not going to be Magdalena Lockheart on the ring crew. There's not going to be no more Maggie, Eddie, and Tommy... or even just Eddie and Tommy... because there's no more Tommy.
I slither back to my dressing room while trying to pretend that I'm invisible. Maybe if I just keep my eyes straight ahead and let them shoot their judgmental glares... maybe this will all blow away someday. Or, I dunno... maybe they'll resent me forever.
Maybe I should just go away.
But it's times like these I have to remind myself why I came here... and it wasn't for the money. A while back now I heard from an old vet of the business that us whipper-snappers don't appreciate the travel time between cities. Us jet-hopping kids never once stop to plant our feet on the ground... to take in the city... to breathe the open road.
I came to Revolution 1, to experience Revolution 1.
Maybe, perhaps, the heartache and heartbreak are a part of that. Gotta take the good with the bad kind of thing.
We're in Pittsburgh tonight, at the majestic Heinz field, right by the riverside. I couldn't bring myself to look around to see what promotional banners were hung - I'm sure Tommy's replacement did a fine job on his or her own. Eddie... well... I hear he's off on leave and there are rumors that he might choose for things to stay that way. Can't say I'd blame him. Everything about this hurts.
As I lace up my boots another time, I have to keep reminding myself what the key is to push through. Remember why you're here. Just put one foot in front of the other, and repeat. Pick the glass out of your eyes and move on...
Just gotta keep moving on.
Kylie must not have liked my comments prior to her Birthday Bash. That, or, she's a sadist. Tonight I'm supposed to team with the new Horrorcore Champion Jessie Lee to take on The Ballbusters, of all people.
I don't even know who they are.
It's bad enough that the crew wants me gone. It's an entirely separate thing altogether that two jackasses want to gatekeep me for reasons I don't understand. Revolution1 is supposed to be an open door for the best in the professional wrestling world to hone and display their craft. Am I not allowed to do that? Am I a threat? Do I not "fit" in?
Am I too boring?
"No," I say aloud, to no one by myself, shaking my head along with the word. "I'm not going to let them stop me. I know why I'm here."
This is the Road to Remembrance.
I stand up fully decked out in my ring gear. Tonight's the night. It's Tuesday night Leegacy, pun so awfully intended. Maybe Kylie wants to see if Jessie and I can coexist for one night, or if we're going to take turns trying to rip each other's face off. The Ballbusters might think this gives them an advantage... but they really do know what we'll do once the bell rings. Hell, I don't even know what I'm going to do once the bell rings.
It's time to step out of the locker room and into the spotlight; time to look everyone in the eye and come whatever may. Even if I don't feel so devil may care tonight, I'm not going to let how I feel get in my way.
First things first, though. I've got some balls to bust of my own... and a lot on my chest that I'd love to let go...
"Hello everyone! Jerika Mason here backstage with Magdalena Lockheart!"
Maggie stands beside the fiery interviewer, dressed and ready to go. She's got her hands on her hips as she peers, only briefly, into the camera lens before turning her attention back to Jerika.
"Maggie, if I may, a quick word tonight on your tag-team match against the Ballbusters-"
"A quick word?" Maggie's mirrored aviator sunglasses give Miss Mason a double-vision view of herself as she holds the microphone up to her mouth. "I mean, take as much time as you need. I'm not going anywhere."
"Great!" Jerika replied. "Now two weeks ago, you lost the Revolution1 Horrorcore Championship in a match against a mystery opponent who turned out to be a returning Jessie Lee. Tonight, you two are supposed to team up. Now we all know that you dispute the circumstances of that loss. Will you be able to coexist out there with Jessie tonight?"
Maggie pulls back her shades, revealing her mako green eyes.
"Will I be able to coexist with Jessie? Oh wow, that's a tough one. I'd say yes, but I don't want to be a liar. How 'bout we go with... maybe?"
"Oooookay..." Jerika swallowed. "Maybe's sort of a non-answer but we'll move right along here-"
Maggie, however, didn't take too kindly to that. She cuts Jerika off.
"I'm not so sure what it is you want me to say," she spat out. "What's in the past is past? Que Sera Sera and all that jazz?"
"I was simply asking a question."
"Or maybe you want some more puns... yeah, let me add some more puns to my delivery. Okay?"
Jerika Mason was starting to grow uncomfortable.
"All I want to know is... what are your thoughts going into this match?"
"Ooh, you want my thoughts," Maggie snickers. "Well, why didn't you say so the first time? You want thoughts? I'll give you thoughts. Here. Hand me the microphone."
Maggie takes the mic away from Jerika and turns to face the camera.
"Jessie Lee. Jin Min-Jun. I know you two are watching... somewhere... maybe back here or wherever. Doesn't matter. I know you two are watching, and more importantly, I know you two are listening. You're on the edge of your seats listening right now, not because you respect me, but because you can't wait to hear the next salty take from the former champ herself."
"But you know what? I'll give the two of you credit. You make an excellent team. In my opinion, I think the two of you are actually pretty synonymous with what Revolution1 stands for. Because in my mind, right now, Revolution1 doesn't really stand for much of anything. Yeah, that's right. I said it. Revolution1 doesn't stand for jack shit. It's the wild west... ain't no law around here."
"The one with the fastest gun makes the rules. And Jin, Jessie, you two are quick. You're quick and you're smooth. You make no bones about the fact that you're going to do what it takes to be in control around here, and by all means, more power to the both of you."
"Because that's what Revolution1 is... It's a big ship with massive sails and a mighty tailwind... but no rudder with which to steer. Sure you've got your mainstays and your here today, gone tomorrows. Hell you even got a few new fresh faces. Maybe, in your eyes, I'm still a fresh face. Only you could tell me."
"But here's the deal, see: I've tried doing it my way. I tried showing respect. I tried doing things like setting up the ring just to show, not tell, that even though I'm a world-class champion in other places, that that didn't mean I could not, would not be at the very least a little humble here."
"I tried to be humble, I tried to be that person that stayed true and didn't ask for anything... only earning what I got... nothing given... but what did it get me? Cheap shots from a couple of assclowns who repeat the same shit week after week. By gawd, it's a shot of Jin! It's LEE-JIN-DARY... it's TUESDAY NIGHT LEEGACY-"
"ENOUGH!"
"...and you two have the audacity to call me predictable. Well, let me ask you this one time... did y'all predict that I'd try to stop Jessie from interfering in Jin's match? Cause if you did, then you know I'm not backing down from ANYONE... and if you didn't, then I guess you're just wrong about me."
Maggie shrugs.
"Cause here's the deal, I don't really care that Jessie wants to get back to her week-to-week Leethality thing... if she wants to take the ball and run the Horrorcore division like she used to before I showed up, by all means, go for it. There was never any dispute that she could... I think Jessie Lee is a hell of a competitor. She can probably beat the Ballbusters on her own."
"But she couldn't beat me on her own, not a couple of weeks ago at least. And there's a good reason for that... see... Jessie Lee might be the next best thing but there's one thing she isn't... and that's me."
"And as far as the respect thing goes? That's gone. Poof. Out the window. And the same thing goes for Jin. You might be the next greatest homegrown Revo superstar, but to me, you're just another scared little bitch. But hey, have all the orgies you want in the back, buddy. Just make sure your boy Khaos is ready to kiss it where it's going to hurt the most... right before I fuck him up too."
"Play your games. Hurl your insults. Go on... bully me. I'm begging you. I dare you."
"What I'm trying to say is... you've been asking me to be true to myself, and there's just no use to pretend anymore. I need to give myself just a little more credit." She said with a devilish grin. "I know who I am and what I'm capable of. Your eyes might be looking lower but mine are on a much higher goal."
"Remembrance."
"I'm not saying I'm going to win the battle royale, Miss Mason. But it's got the potential to be a special night. It's got the potential to be the fresh start of something worth remembering. Hell, it might even be a turning point for the entire federation. The night where Maggie Lockheart proves that she's sticking around... that's she's not going anywhere."
Maggie glances over at Jerika.
"I can see clearly now, the glass is gone..." She sings. "I can see all obstacles in my wayyyyy..."
She pulls the mirrored sunglasses back down over her eyes.
"Let's... Fucking.... Go. Hehehe."
If only it were that easy.
It's times like these that I have to remind myself why I came to Revo1 in the first place.
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It's getting kind of hard to walk around backstage.
It doesn't feel welcoming anymore. It doesn't feel pleasant. Every hallway I slip through; every corner I turn. I can feel their eyes following me. Staring at me. Shooting daggers at me.
I don't blame them one bit for feeling the way that they do. Tommy's loss was a tragic thing. Eddie blames me for the accident, he's told me as much. I'm willing to bet my entire paycheck he's told everyone else it was my fault, too.
Of course, I didn't mean to bring tragedy along with me. Well, not outside the ring anyway. In there is a whole different world... a world where skin is ripped, flesh is torn, bones are bruised and egos run wild and carefree as though we're all in our natural habitat.
But these guys back here... the ones staging the lights... the ones holding the cameras... they didn't ask for what people like me ask for. Regardless of what happens to the performers, when the show's over, the lights come back on and all the chairs get folded up. The ring is torn down and stuffed in the back of an 18-wheeler. No sooner than they've unpacked it's time to pack up again and roll out to the next town.
...and they don't need my shit.
From now on it's not going to be Magdalena Lockheart on the ring crew. There's not going to be no more Maggie, Eddie, and Tommy... or even just Eddie and Tommy... because there's no more Tommy.
I slither back to my dressing room while trying to pretend that I'm invisible. Maybe if I just keep my eyes straight ahead and let them shoot their judgmental glares... maybe this will all blow away someday. Or, I dunno... maybe they'll resent me forever.
Maybe I should just go away.
But it's times like these I have to remind myself why I came here... and it wasn't for the money. A while back now I heard from an old vet of the business that us whipper-snappers don't appreciate the travel time between cities. Us jet-hopping kids never once stop to plant our feet on the ground... to take in the city... to breathe the open road.
I came to Revolution 1, to experience Revolution 1.
Maybe, perhaps, the heartache and heartbreak are a part of that. Gotta take the good with the bad kind of thing.
We're in Pittsburgh tonight, at the majestic Heinz field, right by the riverside. I couldn't bring myself to look around to see what promotional banners were hung - I'm sure Tommy's replacement did a fine job on his or her own. Eddie... well... I hear he's off on leave and there are rumors that he might choose for things to stay that way. Can't say I'd blame him. Everything about this hurts.
As I lace up my boots another time, I have to keep reminding myself what the key is to push through. Remember why you're here. Just put one foot in front of the other, and repeat. Pick the glass out of your eyes and move on...
Just gotta keep moving on.
Kylie must not have liked my comments prior to her Birthday Bash. That, or, she's a sadist. Tonight I'm supposed to team with the new Horrorcore Champion Jessie Lee to take on The Ballbusters, of all people.
I don't even know who they are.
It's bad enough that the crew wants me gone. It's an entirely separate thing altogether that two jackasses want to gatekeep me for reasons I don't understand. Revolution1 is supposed to be an open door for the best in the professional wrestling world to hone and display their craft. Am I not allowed to do that? Am I a threat? Do I not "fit" in?
Am I too boring?
"No," I say aloud, to no one by myself, shaking my head along with the word. "I'm not going to let them stop me. I know why I'm here."
This is the Road to Remembrance.
I stand up fully decked out in my ring gear. Tonight's the night. It's Tuesday night Leegacy, pun so awfully intended. Maybe Kylie wants to see if Jessie and I can coexist for one night, or if we're going to take turns trying to rip each other's face off. The Ballbusters might think this gives them an advantage... but they really do know what we'll do once the bell rings. Hell, I don't even know what I'm going to do once the bell rings.
It's time to step out of the locker room and into the spotlight; time to look everyone in the eye and come whatever may. Even if I don't feel so devil may care tonight, I'm not going to let how I feel get in my way.
First things first, though. I've got some balls to bust of my own... and a lot on my chest that I'd love to let go...
- Promotional -
"Hello everyone! Jerika Mason here backstage with Magdalena Lockheart!"
Maggie stands beside the fiery interviewer, dressed and ready to go. She's got her hands on her hips as she peers, only briefly, into the camera lens before turning her attention back to Jerika.
"Maggie, if I may, a quick word tonight on your tag-team match against the Ballbusters-"
"A quick word?" Maggie's mirrored aviator sunglasses give Miss Mason a double-vision view of herself as she holds the microphone up to her mouth. "I mean, take as much time as you need. I'm not going anywhere."
"Great!" Jerika replied. "Now two weeks ago, you lost the Revolution1 Horrorcore Championship in a match against a mystery opponent who turned out to be a returning Jessie Lee. Tonight, you two are supposed to team up. Now we all know that you dispute the circumstances of that loss. Will you be able to coexist out there with Jessie tonight?"
Maggie pulls back her shades, revealing her mako green eyes.
"Will I be able to coexist with Jessie? Oh wow, that's a tough one. I'd say yes, but I don't want to be a liar. How 'bout we go with... maybe?"
"Oooookay..." Jerika swallowed. "Maybe's sort of a non-answer but we'll move right along here-"
Maggie, however, didn't take too kindly to that. She cuts Jerika off.
"I'm not so sure what it is you want me to say," she spat out. "What's in the past is past? Que Sera Sera and all that jazz?"
"I was simply asking a question."
"Or maybe you want some more puns... yeah, let me add some more puns to my delivery. Okay?"
Jerika Mason was starting to grow uncomfortable.
"All I want to know is... what are your thoughts going into this match?"
"Ooh, you want my thoughts," Maggie snickers. "Well, why didn't you say so the first time? You want thoughts? I'll give you thoughts. Here. Hand me the microphone."
Maggie takes the mic away from Jerika and turns to face the camera.
"Jessie Lee. Jin Min-Jun. I know you two are watching... somewhere... maybe back here or wherever. Doesn't matter. I know you two are watching, and more importantly, I know you two are listening. You're on the edge of your seats listening right now, not because you respect me, but because you can't wait to hear the next salty take from the former champ herself."
"But you know what? I'll give the two of you credit. You make an excellent team. In my opinion, I think the two of you are actually pretty synonymous with what Revolution1 stands for. Because in my mind, right now, Revolution1 doesn't really stand for much of anything. Yeah, that's right. I said it. Revolution1 doesn't stand for jack shit. It's the wild west... ain't no law around here."
"The one with the fastest gun makes the rules. And Jin, Jessie, you two are quick. You're quick and you're smooth. You make no bones about the fact that you're going to do what it takes to be in control around here, and by all means, more power to the both of you."
"Because that's what Revolution1 is... It's a big ship with massive sails and a mighty tailwind... but no rudder with which to steer. Sure you've got your mainstays and your here today, gone tomorrows. Hell you even got a few new fresh faces. Maybe, in your eyes, I'm still a fresh face. Only you could tell me."
"But here's the deal, see: I've tried doing it my way. I tried showing respect. I tried doing things like setting up the ring just to show, not tell, that even though I'm a world-class champion in other places, that that didn't mean I could not, would not be at the very least a little humble here."
"I tried to be humble, I tried to be that person that stayed true and didn't ask for anything... only earning what I got... nothing given... but what did it get me? Cheap shots from a couple of assclowns who repeat the same shit week after week. By gawd, it's a shot of Jin! It's LEE-JIN-DARY... it's TUESDAY NIGHT LEEGACY-"
"ENOUGH!"
"...and you two have the audacity to call me predictable. Well, let me ask you this one time... did y'all predict that I'd try to stop Jessie from interfering in Jin's match? Cause if you did, then you know I'm not backing down from ANYONE... and if you didn't, then I guess you're just wrong about me."
Maggie shrugs.
"Cause here's the deal, I don't really care that Jessie wants to get back to her week-to-week Leethality thing... if she wants to take the ball and run the Horrorcore division like she used to before I showed up, by all means, go for it. There was never any dispute that she could... I think Jessie Lee is a hell of a competitor. She can probably beat the Ballbusters on her own."
"But she couldn't beat me on her own, not a couple of weeks ago at least. And there's a good reason for that... see... Jessie Lee might be the next best thing but there's one thing she isn't... and that's me."
"And as far as the respect thing goes? That's gone. Poof. Out the window. And the same thing goes for Jin. You might be the next greatest homegrown Revo superstar, but to me, you're just another scared little bitch. But hey, have all the orgies you want in the back, buddy. Just make sure your boy Khaos is ready to kiss it where it's going to hurt the most... right before I fuck him up too."
"Play your games. Hurl your insults. Go on... bully me. I'm begging you. I dare you."
"What I'm trying to say is... you've been asking me to be true to myself, and there's just no use to pretend anymore. I need to give myself just a little more credit." She said with a devilish grin. "I know who I am and what I'm capable of. Your eyes might be looking lower but mine are on a much higher goal."
"Remembrance."
"I'm not saying I'm going to win the battle royale, Miss Mason. But it's got the potential to be a special night. It's got the potential to be the fresh start of something worth remembering. Hell, it might even be a turning point for the entire federation. The night where Maggie Lockheart proves that she's sticking around... that's she's not going anywhere."
Maggie glances over at Jerika.
"I can see clearly now, the glass is gone..." She sings. "I can see all obstacles in my wayyyyy..."
She pulls the mirrored sunglasses back down over her eyes.
"Let's... Fucking.... Go. Hehehe."