Post by Portia Alexander on Jan 20, 2021 20:17:44 GMT -5
The land of tea and crumpets, London, England.
It's not quite time for the extravaganza known as New Year's Daze, but here somewhere off the Thames in a hotel room is Portia Alexander, one half of an unlikely duo that will headline the upcoming event. She stands with her dirty blonde hair hanging loose, tossed over one shoulder. On the bleached white sheets of the hotel before her are black white and red cowboy style wrestling boots that appear to be in her size.
“Yeah, I love them, I'm just shocked to actually get them here now, I'm in a hotel half way across a world gone mad. I'm... I'm just speechless. I love them and they couldn't have got here at a better time.”
“I knew you'd love them. I talked to Gerry about getting something that would show how much everyone back home is rooting for you. He insisted on paying for them but I got money from everyone in town.”
She speaks to a disembodied voice coming to her from almost half a world away over the technology of a “smart phone”. Something Revolution1 insisted she have, and that she's still getting used to.
“I'm touched... I'm really touched. This couldn't have come at a better time. I'm nervous. It's only been a month, but here I debuted at the last big show and the last few weeks have gone so well and now I'm in the Main Event of all things! And I'm so far away from you all, I wish you all were here with me, I've already been to countries that people back home don't even know are countries... Tell Momma Scotland ISN'T in England and if you say that to people there they get some upset!”
The voice on the other end laughs.
“I'll be sure to let her know Sweet Pea. I know she wants me to tell you to not be nervous, you've done great this far and there's nothing in this match that you haven't handled before. We're all going to Gerry's to watch the matches, so if we can't be there in person than we'll be there in eyeballs. We're all proud of you. Keep being you and we'll keep pulling for you.”
“Thanks Chuck, that means a lot. Miss you and the others lots, tell them I love them.”
“Will do sis, talk to you after.”
The call cuts off and Portia lets out a deep sigh. It's been a long road being this far from home for this first time in her life, but moments like this help ease the burden. She sits on the edge of the bed and examines her new wrestling boots. Things like these are hard to come by these days. She knows her trainer, Gerry, must have had one of his old time friends make them specially for her, and knowing the length of trouble everyone back home must have went through to do this kind gesture for her was one she would be sure to repay in short order.
A time later we find Portia Alexander again. This time pacing. She paces back and forth in what very well may be a hallway somewhere, what we can tell is that the dirty blonde hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail and set upon by a worn, sun cooked white cowboy hat. A faded black Metallica shirt covers her upper body (but for where the thread fails and holes have worn through). What she wears from the waist down we do not know, but faded blue jeans are an educated guess.
“Megan Kesler, or is it maybe Nash Strader? I've never known anyone that needed two names before. Of course you're also one half of Cowgirls from Hell, the half suffering from survivors guilt that you still live and breathe in this tag team tournament while your sister has gone down in defeat. If you ask me that's a pretty interesting position to be in when you're going into a match to crown the first ever Revolution1 Tag Team Champions. Attached to a partner you didn't want, while the one you pine for, the one you're used to sits by watching from afar.”
“Now I know this isn't the position you wanted to be in, one you never thought you could find yourself in. After all, from the outset you thought somehow you'd find yourself staring across the ring from your sister. Even after old Dorian Rhodes, the trouble maker himself, found himself eliminated he found a way back in, only to get outed again. And now here we are. You find yourself in the finals by virtue of being able to coexist with your tag team partner this far, but that's all it's been; coexistence.”
“On the other side of the ring is myself Amelia Hearts. No one saw that coming.”
She stops to look straight down the lens and smirks.
“But that was the first step of an uphill climb, because mere minutes before we were set to face the team of Morbid Dream and the Revolution1 World Champion Miles A Way, Dorian Rhodes walked out on Sin and announced that he wanted to defend his Horrorcore Championship against my partner Amelia Hearts. He wanted to put his title, the very title my partner was robbed of, on the line against her, while we were just about to face the odds on favourites to win the whole tournament. To make matters worse, who should show up to voice their displeasure? Derrick Vayden. The thorn who needs to be plucked was there of course to whine about someone other than him getting a title shot.”
“And speaking of those who whine about not getting a title shot: Drago Santiago. None other than the partner of the many named woman. Drago whines about Dorian Rhodes challenging Amelia to a title match when he's beaten Dorian a few times. Good for you Drago, but for someone who's supposed to be so 'inevitable' you look like a bit of a dunce when you whine about not getting title shots.”
She shrugs.
“You look like an absolute tool though when you go on about how you're the greatest technical master in human history and how you're going to win either way but you still really want that title shot, and oh yeah you're in about to challenge for the right to be the first Tag Team Champions, but enough about that because you only put up with this whole tag team thing because your partner can do the work and help you look good, but you still can't wait to get away from her because you're so vane and need that spotlight all to yourself.”
“I know Drago you'll come out here with the astute vocabulary of a college educated man, and I'm just a country girl, an ass-kick from Tennessee. I went to school to play sports with the big boys. For education I went to the bars and the streets, and I went to the poor and the imprisoned for a little insight on reality. Don't tell me who Portia Alexander is or what she's gonna do. Kylie Moore, Celia Ortiz and everyone else in charge of Revolution1 along with all the people at home know I'm gonna do whatever it takes to come out of New Year's Daze with the Tag Team Titles. You wanna stop me? Come do it! You want to fight me? Come fight! I don't need to talk about what I'm gonna do, I just go do it.”
“Amelia Hearts my tag team partner walked into this whole tournament thinking she was alone and whatever happened she was gonna have to do by herself, but she's NOT alone. She's got me backing her up. When they tried to pull her away and distract her from what we're so close to doing I was there behind her to say HEY! Keep your head in the game and we can do both. You don't need to go it alone.”
“I dropped the World Champion on his head and to you hear me crying the blues to get a title shot? NO! Because I've got time for that later. All I got time for right now is you Drago, and you Meghan. I've taken the time to teach my partner that she can rely on me. We're a team and together we're going to win and defend those tag team titles. What have you two got? You've got each other for now. You have the ability to not turn on each other yet. You're like a married couple that's only staying together for the children, but the children are never coming. The bonus for you both is that in a few days you both get to stop pretending to tolerate each other. You can safely go your separate ways and Meghan you can come try this again the way you always wanted to, with your sister, in your safe space with the partner you know.”
“Ironic isn't it? Drago calls me the deadweight, but to his own partner he's the deadweight. Once you lose Drago, you're the one that gets loose like so much deadweight. The team blowhard, the let-down. The one with honey world that fell on def ears.”
“You know Amelia and I both feel bad for you Meghan. There you are week in and week out trying to make the best of a bad situation, dragging Drago, his appropriate name and all, along with you to victory while he looks weeks and months into a fictional future, completely unaware that it will be your team's downfall. Don't believe me? Not too long ago Amelia and I stepped into the ring with two guys who completely overlooked me. I was a non issue until I dropped one on their head and we beat them and moved on. The moral? Don't overlook me or I'll step over you.”
She shrugs again.
“But hey, who am I to talk right? I'm just the rookie while both of you have years of experience behind you. I haven't held my own making it just as far as either of you in this tournament or anything. I'm only one half of the first Rev1 World Tag Team Champions, but you two are the great ring vets with so much experience you made it all the way to the finals. I should just shut up and know my place right? We've only made a name for ourselves being the loners everyone's counted out week after week, how likely is it we become Tag Champs? I'll tell you this much, if I were a betting woman I wouldn't bet against Amelia Hearts and Portia Alexander!”
Fade.