Post by Portia Alexander on Jan 4, 2021 14:40:01 GMT -5
Backstage after Christmas Chaos we see a camera directly in the face of a victorious Portia Alexander, her smile as wide as the Mississippi.
“Did you see that? Did you hear that? The was the most WILD night of my entire life! Out there in a city I've never been in, in front of people I've never met and against someone from right here... But by the end did you hear all those people chanting my name? I know there's so many of you people, you fans of Revolution1, of you fans of professional wrestling how have never heard the name Portia Alexander before tonight, but do you get it now? It's like that old saying, it's not the size of the dog in the fight but the fight in the dog. That's what tonight was about, that's the story of my life, I may be small, but I am mighty, and I have more fight in me than anyone's seen in a long time. Take a good look at this...”
She holds her arm up for the camera to get a good look at the obvious goose bumps dotted along her arm.
“That's what it's like, this is what it's like, not just to hear people get behind you, but have them believe you, believe in you. I might be a simple hick country bumpkin to all you big city savvy people in Revolution1, but where I come from we mean what we say and we back it up. That's what tonight was, it was saying something and backing up your words, for me now that's in the ring. Let everyone take notice. When Portia Alexander says something, she means it, and when I say I'm going to do something, come hell or high water I get it done!”
Weeks have passed now. Christmas has come and gone and a new year has donned. For the home of Portia Alexander it was a better Christmas than has been in years, bolstered not only by her Revolution1 contract, but also by her Christmas Chaos winnings. We now find her walking along the edge of the woods, a light dusting of snow gently kissing the ground. Beside her walks a tall slim man, clean shaven but with thin brown hair well past his shoulders. Both are wearing faded and worn through jeans, him in a thread bare plaid coat, hers a faded camo, but with hunter's orange winter hats pulled down over their ears.
“Yeah but you think you can trust her?”
“Honestly Chuck, she could say the same. As far as she knows I've had one match, I'm a dead weight dragging her down until I prove that I can hold my own. I don't just think I can trust her, I know I HAVE to trust her. This isn't some one and done type thing. This is a tournament to crown the first ever tag team champions. This is night after night we have to rely on each other not just to make it through this tournament, but afterwards to defend the tag titles night after night. Everyone else is looking at Morbid Dream and Miles A Way like some kind of inhuman super team like they are the ones to beat, but they just came out of a wild match for the World Championship and you know there has to be unfinished business there. There was like an actual tag team of sisters or something and they got broken up. No one's looking at Amelia Hearts and me to win but the two of us, but I think honestly, we're the odds on favorites. Not cause the people really dig us, but more that we can find that common ground and work together to win and defend those titles.”
The taller thin man stops to face her directly, a concerned expression on his face.
“You really think you and her can win? You two have to face Derrick Vayden and Johnny Stylez in the first round.”
“Don't tell me you're going to buy into all their stupid hocus pokus hype, Chuck. That Stylez comes into Revolution1 with like telling everyone to just give him everything because he's here now, but who cares? Like earn it you fake punk ass. This guy isn't any better from me, a nobody from nowhere, but this guy comes in demanding to be given everything. Well he's got a shot at the tag team titles, but I figure this is about the best he's going to do. He's put directly against two bad ass women who have had to work for everything they've ever gotten in life. Try taking anything from us, because we ain’t gonna give you shit you hard to understand weirdo. I'm from the south so you know if I can barely make out what you're trying to say then you got problems. You got REAL problems if you think you can just come into my home and take food off my table. You want either Amelia or myself to give you anything after we've worked so hard for EVERYTHING? Guess again. Come try to take it, come try to take anything. No you know what? I'll give you something, I'll give you the one thing you need most. I'll give you a migraine when I drive you head first into the mat to knock some sense into you. There's your King's Crown bitch, is that what you wanted?”
Chuck, the thin taller man grins.
“Yeah, maybe. But better to get it out of the way then. If she gets her hands on Derrick Vayden straight away then good for her, good for me, good for us as a team.”
“How do you figure?”
“She can get it out of her system in the first round. If she gets payback against him for costing her the Horrorcore Title in the first round then we can move on without that dark cloud hanging over her head. If she's at least partly responsible for getting him out of the tournament then it'll be good for her to get him off her mind and onto the next rounds. He's in it pretty deep with her right now and she needs to get a measure of revenge against him so we can both move on.”
“Aren't you concerned about him? He does seem to have the air of importance about him. Like he knows what he's doing, and he might be someone to take note of.”
“He has the air of being a full of himself pretty boy fraud about him. Come on Chuck, get real for a minute. There's not an original thing about him, from his well manicured beard that you know he only has because it's trendy to his faux I'm such a bad guy cause it was so cool to be a bad guy in the 90's vibe, to his whole I'm so important I have to make an impression debut. You know what's impressive? Winning. You know how to be important? Win. Fight hard, earn your keep, win. This guy seems like the sort off full of himself nobody that pays someone to put CGI in his promos because he has no idea how to convey any honest emotion to connect to anyone. He's the sort of guy who tells himself that it's cool to be the bad guy because being honest with himself to admit the real reason that people boo him is only because they don't want to spend their own hard earned dollars to see that prancing phony. Try being real Derrick, try being authentic. You're neither of those. You're a played out image with a shitty beard who's teaming up with a wannabe rapper. Both of them are cliches of a bygone era who are scared absolutely shitless that they have to face two very self aware women in the first round who are as real as they come and are VERY well used to using our own fists to get ANYTHING out of life. That's a terrifying thought to people who live only on image. To think that there are people who are perfectly fine being the people we are. We grew up poor, we fight to feel alive, to keep roofs over our heads, clothes on our backs, and food on out tables.”
“It's baffling to those man babies that despite all their posturing that we've got fans on our side. It's not because we pander, it's not because we go around saying how about that local sports team? It's because we are honest about who we are and what we want. We honest about what we think and where we're going, and people recognize that. People identify with that. We're not playing characters in some sort of parody television show, we're simple people fighting because it's all we know and that's always going to be baffling to posturing posers like Derrick Vayden and Johnny Stylez. Fake is all they know, fraud is their way of life. It's why people like them are at best flavour of the week characters who quickly fade, while Amelia Hearts and I are going to be the first every Revolution1 Wrestling Tag Team Champions.”
“Derrick Vayden and Johnny Stylez want those titles for what they mean, the prestige they have, the notoriety, so they can see their vane faces on posters and they think that must be why anyone wants them. They can't conceive of a world where they mean anything more than big shiny gold belts that put them in the limelight. But to some of us those belts are a word given and a word kept. Those belts are redemption. Those belts are justification. They are paid rent, they are food in the fridge. They are the fruits of honest labour, the recognition of hard work paying off. They show us and everyone like us that hard work and keeping your word can pay off and be rewarding.”
“Sure it's not really the roles that either Amelia Hearts or I thought we'd end up in. If you asked either of us a couple weeks ago we'd never have figured we'd end up in some tag team tournament ever, not to mention a random one where you got a partner randomly assigned to you, but here we are, on the eve of facing a couple of posturing nobodies, about to mess up that Derrick Vayden and show everyone around the world that no, he wasn't anyone worth taking note of and showing that Johnny Stylez that there are no handouts where we're involved. This week on Sin two lone wolves are set to show the rest of Revolution1 they make a pretty formidable pack, and now that we've been paired up, we're the ones to beat. We're taking those Tag Team Titles and if anyone wants to stop us, they're going to have to be a HELL of a lot better than two preening never was nobodies like Derrick Vayden and Johnny Stylez.”
Fade.