Post by Maggie Lockheart on Jun 7, 2021 10:09:59 GMT -5
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The Interstate Love Song Chronicles - III
Ed and Tommy were at it again. Another week, another city.
The Toyota Center in Houston, Texas was a marvelous structure both inside and out. In a few hours time, it would play host to Revolution 1's Legacy brand with a card so stacked that it starts with an open battle royale and ends with a Horrorcore championship match. But before bodies can be dumped over the top rope and blood can be shed, there's a lot of setup work to do. And now that the secret is out that the new girl on the ring crew is, in fact, new signee Magdalena Marie Lockheart, Tommy isn't feeling as good about his chances of picking up a score.
"Would you look at that," Ed said as he nudged Tommy on the arm with his elbow, "World champion over in Level Up. Here she's mopping the friggen floor."
It was true. Maggie had a mop in hand and a bucket in tow. She was dragging the braided-cotton head along the aisles in a swirling pattern, hoping to make the arena as inviting for the audience that would be in attendance tonight as possible. God only knows how much the performers have missed the sellout crowds.
"Well what else do you expect her to do?" Tommy shot back.
"I dunno. How about... not mop the floor?" Ed's sarcasm was as dry and dusty as the sections of floor that Maggie hadn't gotten to yet. "She should be in the back getting ready for her match tonight."
"You guys are aware that I can hear you, right?"
Maggie continues to drag the mop down the aisle, right past the other two ring crew workers designated to their section. Tommy straightens up and nervously pulls the collar of his shirt away from his neck. Ed nudges him again once Mags has passed.
"It's the damned masks I tell ya," Tommy grumbles.
"What masks?" Ed asks.
"I was so used to wearin' em that now that they're off my damn voice carries."
"Would you rather put yours back on then, hmm?"
Tommy shook his head no.
"Cause I'd rather you put yours back on," Ed joked, "They ain't made a vaccine yet for a face that ugly."
Tommy growled and balled up his fist as if he was about to do something, but his friend Eddie wasn't impressed nor worried in the slightest. In the background, they heard someone chuckling; the voice was distinctly feminine.
Ed turned to see that it was Maggie who had stopped her mopping to listen to their banter. Tommy picked up on this, too, but all he could do was blush. Maggie saw Tommy's reaction and felt a bit sorry for him.
"Aww..." She approached the two and leaned her mop against one of the backs of the folding chairs, "His face isn't ugly. I'd give it at least a seven."
She winked at the two men, hoping that they'd at least remember the reference from their first encounter.
"Hey, Miss Indianapolis..." Ed grunted. "Shouldn't you be, uhh, in the back getting ready to get your ass kicked again or something?"
Not even Tommy could pretend that he didn't feel that one. Ed was throwing zingers out that night.
Maggie lowered her head a bit. At first it looked like shame, but as she raised her eyes to meet Eddie's she had nothing but a smirk plastered along pressed lips in the most assured sign that she was holding herself back.
"Now why on Earth would I have to prepare to get my ass kicked?" She said, closing the gap between her and Eddie. "You don't look like you've prepared much either, and yet, here we are."
I'll admit it right out of the gate.
I don't like battle royales.
There's not much to say, and even less to prove, I feel, for a 5-foot-something, 111 pound fighter in a match designed to cater to chaos and to the strengths of the larger and more powerful. But alas, such is the fate of someone who is trying to get their foot in the door; trying to show the brass at Revolution 1 wrestling that I'm not a woman who intends to rest on her accolades and laurels... that I am willing to pay my dues all over again even if it means participating in matches that I'd much rather swipe left on.
Some would say that if I didn't want to be relegated to a match like this then I should have done better in the Glory Tournament at the Glory pay-per-view, and they'd be right. But it simply wasn't my night and it wasn't meant to be. I'd again like to congratulate Sierra Silver for an excellent match, even if my foot somehow got caught on the ropes there late in the game.
(Maggie winked at the camera.)
And also I'd like to congratulate Jin Min-Jun for winning the entire tournament. Surely, listening to him talk about it isn't going to get old anytime soon.
But for me, that's all water under the bridge now. Just a learning experience that's going to help me prepare for what's yet to come. So instead of taking a week off to sulk and lick my wounds I'm going to double-down on what I've been telling everyone in Revolution 1 from the beginning. I'm going to enter into that open battle royale at the start of the show, and no, I'm not guaranteeing anything other than that.
I have no idea who I'll face once I'm inside that ring, what size they'll be or what their current skillset looks like. But by the end of the match, I'll know that much more. I'll start to remember names, recognize faces, and soon, understand how they fight.
And most importantly, how to counter them.
Pretty soon, they're all going to wonder just where the hell I came from.
The answer is simple, really - Right here.