love you, sis

Life is good… and the best is yet to come.

That's what I tell myself after every match. Whether win, loss, or draw… I take it all in with a smile. At least… I try to. Deep down, of course, I want to win all the time. Sometimes… Fate has other plans. It guided me back to Revo1 for Remembrance… where I was the runner-up. The following week… while I lost that triple threat match… I was not part of the deciding moment.

So… I'm oh-and-two… but not yet actually defeated. There's still plenty of momentum carrying me to the next adventure. This next match isn't some fancy cruise or a high stakes match of valor. Instead… it's against a seven-foot-fall… chef. Now, being an average size human, one would think I'm intimidated by such a man. Ultimately… he is just a man. He has limitations. He has weaknesses. He has---

The morning after Legacy Supershow, she awoke in a king size bed on the seventh floor of The Bethesdan Hotel in Bethesda, Maryland. Sunlight peeking through the window on her face, she rolled over to find a silver platter topped with chocolate chip waffles.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes. The light from the window dimmed and she looked over to see a statuesque figure. The light beamed around his silhouette.

He laughed.

They shared a laugh before she pulled the tray over to enjoy breakfast in bed. He sat down at the desk and opened up his laptop. An alert popped up and he turned to her.

She crossed her fingers.

He became silent.

She could sense where that was headed.

He slide his chair over to reveal---

There are a number of stellar potential matches for me to enter the "New Era of Sin" and this is what you've put on my plate?! Way to jump the shark, Revolution1! HAHA!!! Oh… you thought I would be mad about this match? Come on! I'm a sports entertainer, baby! I can sports entertain with the best of 'em!

I'm also a professional wrestler and I can pro wrestle with the best of 'em… but I don't see that happening next week on Sin. I mean, come on, The Overbaker?! He's a big, goofy chef who tells people to eat his crust! He throws his weight around and makes food puns… but has anyone actually seen him… wrestle?!

Legacy Supershow was the proof in the pudding… or however that goes. As a favor to my nephew Ross, I watched his handicrap match against The Overbaker. I was curious about it anyway, after hearing that ogre speak ill of my late husband. I think he used the term "notorious jobberholic" which was hilarious coming from a man who wouldn't know how to win if his opponent dropped dead in front of him.

Naturally… I don't take kindly to people talking shit about my husband… or any relation to me, for that matter. This oaf didn't stand a chance against Ross and Chelsea… and the match ended as I expected. It's a shame they were split up in the draft… but things do be like that sometimes. This opens a new door for me to work with Chelsea mayhaps. Once I'm finished with her leftovers next week on Sin… we should chat, Chels.

Leftovers. A food pun. See. I can do that silly stuff, too. Something that wasn't so silly was the cooking show I used to do on YouTube. I did a few dozen episodes but stopped recording last summer when… life sucked. I won't say whether or not I have anything… cooking… but if I did… now wouldn't be the time to serve you the news.

Okay. Maybe no more food puns. My sense of humor seems to have expired. That's okay. I got my groove back. Next up… sense of humor. Hopefully slapping a giant maskless Muppet around the TD Garden will kelp me find my way back to funny. Sorry. I meant help. Freudian slip. I've got a reservation at my favorite Friday fish fry coming up on… well… Friday.

Shucks. The Overbaker has me thinking too much about food… which, I guess, is the intent of his whole shtick. All of his talk about beef franks… Kimchi… amanita phalloides… angel food cake… and whatever a gruesome gourmet is. I've got an appetite for it all. No, I'm not pregnant. That ship sailed a long time ago. One tiny human is enough for me. She had such a great time spending the summer with grandpa at his cabin. They went fishing pert near every day.

Where was I? My mind sometimes wanders off, as I'm sure The Overbaker's would… if he actually had a mind. From what I've seen, he is merely a puppet for Sue Chef, who is clearly a 1600s witch, possibly from Salem, Massachusetts. Given the close proximity between Boston and Salem… she may have stronger power over him than usual next week. She is the real threat here. Not him.

Oh. I'm not underestimating The Overbaker at all. Under the right circumstances, I'm sure he could be something special for Revolution1. But in this "New Era of Sin" with the likes of Khaos, Cerise, Jason Ryan, and myself… he's going to be as successful as a goldfish in outer space. When I get in the ring with that overgrown toddler… he will be well done.

Shoot. I did another food pun. I don't want to infringe on the only entertaining quality of this guy. Take away his catchphrases and he's just a sad, undesirable, old man. He's gotta have some reason to live. Even if his life is controlled by that adorable puppetmaster following him around. Her plans will be foiled once again because no amount of witchcraft can change what Fate has in store for us.

The day after the day after Legacy Showdown, they returned to the CoolWear Center in Bayside, New York. She was seated at her desk, going over a monthly profit and loss spreadsheet. He was nearby, working out with heavy duty resistance bands. She took a break from the paperwork and looked over at him.

Sara: You might work out more than anyone I've ever met.

Jason: I have to stay ready.

Sara: For what?

Jason: For anything. Season finale of Unlimited is next week. I have to end the season strong, hun.

Sara: You've got quite the challenge ahead of you. One that I'm not sure working out will help against.

Jason: Does your preparation change per match?

Sara: Of course. I like to be flexible and adapt to my situation. Like... with this match against The Overbaker... my training regimen is watching the Food Network until it makes me sick.

Jason: Make sure to do that after we go to Donovan's tomorrow night.

Sara: Of course! I wouldn't dare mess with that tradition!

They shared a laugh... that was disrupted when her brother Kevin (pro wrestling superstar known as Apokalypse) burst into the office.

Kevin: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS REVO BULLSHIT, SIS?!

He huffed and he puffed and he slammed his fists on her desk.

Sara: Calm down, Kev! What's the---

Kevin: YOU SACRIFICE EVERYTHING TO GET BACK INTO THAT RING AND FOR WHAT?! TO PLAY THIRD FUCKING FIDDLE ON SOME DUMB SHOW AGAINST A COUPLE OF STUPID FUCKING---

Sara: OKAY! STOP RIGHT THERE!!!

She got up and slammed her fists on the table. Kevin saw the rage in her eyes and he backed off. All the while, Jason continued to work out, knowing full well she could handle her brother's temper tantrum.

Sara: First of all... don't you... FUCKING... dare to raise your voice at me in MY office!!

Kevin unclenched his fists.

Sara: And second... those two incredible athletes I was up against two days ago will get everything that's coming to them. The good, the bad, the ugly. I'm not playing third fiddle to anyone. I am just following Fate's design for my life.

Kevin: There you go with that Fate bullshit again! When will you grow up, huh?! Your mom lied to---

Before he could finish that sentence, she made her way around the table and grabbed him by the throat, which was mighty impressive given the fifteen inch height difference.

Sara: ONE MORE WORD AND I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING LARYNX OUT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR FUCKING ASS!!!!~~!

It was at that point that Jason threw down the resistance bands and pulled her off of her brother. Kevin backed out of danger and he smiled.

Sara: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING FOR>?!!

Kevin: That's the fire you were missing, sis. Next time you step into their ring, picture me standing across from you. Then show those motherfuckers why you're the past, present, and future of this fuckin' industry.

He turned around and walked toward the door. While walking, he turned his head and--

Kevin: Love you, sis.

End scene.

I've got high, high hopes for this "New Era of Sin". Eleven of the best Revo1 has to offer… and also The Overbaker. I hate to keep harping on him because it's not totally his fault that he's such a goofball. That heretic Sue Chef doesn't care whether he lives or dies. She has her own sick, twisted reasons for sending him out there to make a fool of himself. Week after week, she has put him in harm's way every chance she gets.

Well... hello... uhh... I guess you can call me harm. I may be physically smaller than him… but I am a spiritual titan. He is up against insurmountable odds against this here Child of Fate. When I get him out of my way, I can focus on my ascension to the top of this brand. The top spot currently belongs to Khaos… but for how much longer?

Maggie Lockheart continues to be vague about her decision for Christmas Chaos. Even though she was drafted to Legacy, she could show up at any time to mess with him. Now that the landscape is totally different, nearly all of us are a threat to his championship… except for The Overbaker of course.

There I go again. Picking on that goofball. I should stop. He's surely been picked on all his life. Hitting six feet tall by the third grade will do that to a person...