Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 16:18:55 GMT
It started as an obligation.
That was exactly what defending the Estrel Medal was to Anna at first. In the beginning, she didn't feel much stress about the whole situation. Why would she? Maybe it meant something once in her past life but to her, it was a round gold thing with chickens on it. She was going to go out there in that ring and just go fight to the best of her ability because the match--the battle that made her feel less hollow--was her true goal. If she didn't end up keeping it? That was the way the cookie crumbled. If she did? Well, that’s pretty cool. It’ll be kept until the next go around.
Yet now going into the third week of defense, the realization of what was happening sank completely. These people were gunning for her. And the reason why was the medal. People volunteered for this. They signed on the dotted line for their own reasons and were willing to make the trek to get it.
So why didn't she feel proud getting to this point?
A big part of it was the result of the matches. The first one with Hammerstein, she got the shit kicked out of her. Only an outright refusal to stay down, his lapse into emotion by picking up that chair, and Jan van der Roost’s intervention kept him from claiming the prize. Last week? An empty victory. Rooster was in no condition to come into that ring after the American Monster demolished him. In the record books, they count as wins for the reigning champion. But in her hearts, Anna knew they weren't. It was timing and her opponent's own stupidity that keeps it in her hand right now. Despite doing what any knowledgeable wrestler would’ve done, striking while the iron’s hot, none of it felt right. And really, who could be blamed for that? The bookers? Nah. Can't put that weight on them because it's not their problem that what happens on paper didn't equal to reality so far. Her opponents? Maaaaybe a little. But to be fair, they did the best they could given the circumstances. The ref? He hasn't done shit wrong yet.
No. If anybody was to bare the weight, it would have to be her. Even if it doesn't make sense, she is the champion and all the responsibility inevitably falls on her. Was she at one hundred percent efficiency during those two matches? Fuck no. The first time she was still high from those drugs Nurse Harlow messed around with in Japan. The second time, parts of her were...distracted elsewhere.
And this, reader people, is the moment that the Time Lord realizes that in spite of herself, she actually gives some semblance of a fuck about keeping this medal. Not just for who she used to be, but who she can be. It had been there sleeping quietly among the chaos but never knocked on the door so harshly as it did right now. This run with this medal would never feel right without at least one proper match.
Enter Blaise Fader.
Just having their names paired up together made Anna smile. There doesn't have the burden of history coating it, nor the leeching of inspiration. Just two asskickers giving it their all. It is the very thing she could hope for at this stage of the game. The two had often passed like ships in the night, if you're not counting that tag match where Blaise had suplexed her to pieces and thrown her around like a rag doll. This is the challenge, one that deserves the very best. One that deserves respect because Miss Fader herself deserves respect. Blaise doesn't bother with other peoples bullshit. She didn't change herself for anybody. She is who she is.
It doesn't matter what Anna has to do to get to that point in her life. That would come in time. No pun intended.
It doesn't matter if she had another match on the other side of the world to go through the very next day. She could take that weight.
And it doesn't matter whatever inside of her would scream and beg to be stuffed full and placated by sex or booze. That can wait until after the dust has settled.
The only thing that matters is the fight. The fight helps her remember and she'd been sabotaging herself.
"No more."
As her nimble fingers clutch the medal, she knows what she must do.
That was exactly what defending the Estrel Medal was to Anna at first. In the beginning, she didn't feel much stress about the whole situation. Why would she? Maybe it meant something once in her past life but to her, it was a round gold thing with chickens on it. She was going to go out there in that ring and just go fight to the best of her ability because the match--the battle that made her feel less hollow--was her true goal. If she didn't end up keeping it? That was the way the cookie crumbled. If she did? Well, that’s pretty cool. It’ll be kept until the next go around.
Yet now going into the third week of defense, the realization of what was happening sank completely. These people were gunning for her. And the reason why was the medal. People volunteered for this. They signed on the dotted line for their own reasons and were willing to make the trek to get it.
So why didn't she feel proud getting to this point?
A big part of it was the result of the matches. The first one with Hammerstein, she got the shit kicked out of her. Only an outright refusal to stay down, his lapse into emotion by picking up that chair, and Jan van der Roost’s intervention kept him from claiming the prize. Last week? An empty victory. Rooster was in no condition to come into that ring after the American Monster demolished him. In the record books, they count as wins for the reigning champion. But in her hearts, Anna knew they weren't. It was timing and her opponent's own stupidity that keeps it in her hand right now. Despite doing what any knowledgeable wrestler would’ve done, striking while the iron’s hot, none of it felt right. And really, who could be blamed for that? The bookers? Nah. Can't put that weight on them because it's not their problem that what happens on paper didn't equal to reality so far. Her opponents? Maaaaybe a little. But to be fair, they did the best they could given the circumstances. The ref? He hasn't done shit wrong yet.
No. If anybody was to bare the weight, it would have to be her. Even if it doesn't make sense, she is the champion and all the responsibility inevitably falls on her. Was she at one hundred percent efficiency during those two matches? Fuck no. The first time she was still high from those drugs Nurse Harlow messed around with in Japan. The second time, parts of her were...distracted elsewhere.
And this, reader people, is the moment that the Time Lord realizes that in spite of herself, she actually gives some semblance of a fuck about keeping this medal. Not just for who she used to be, but who she can be. It had been there sleeping quietly among the chaos but never knocked on the door so harshly as it did right now. This run with this medal would never feel right without at least one proper match.
Enter Blaise Fader.
Just having their names paired up together made Anna smile. There doesn't have the burden of history coating it, nor the leeching of inspiration. Just two asskickers giving it their all. It is the very thing she could hope for at this stage of the game. The two had often passed like ships in the night, if you're not counting that tag match where Blaise had suplexed her to pieces and thrown her around like a rag doll. This is the challenge, one that deserves the very best. One that deserves respect because Miss Fader herself deserves respect. Blaise doesn't bother with other peoples bullshit. She didn't change herself for anybody. She is who she is.
It doesn't matter what Anna has to do to get to that point in her life. That would come in time. No pun intended.
It doesn't matter if she had another match on the other side of the world to go through the very next day. She could take that weight.
And it doesn't matter whatever inside of her would scream and beg to be stuffed full and placated by sex or booze. That can wait until after the dust has settled.
The only thing that matters is the fight. The fight helps her remember and she'd been sabotaging herself.
"No more."
As her nimble fingers clutch the medal, she knows what she must do.