A new journey begins (o2a)

[Nicole Storm]

Its time …

For me to shine again, to show the fans, the wrestlers and everybody in the world that I am one of the best. That I am who I said I am … A down to earth woman who raise her child without the help of the father … that even thought I am still recovering from the injury I recently … well it has already been a few months … received by a fall from an ladder … It happened during a ladder match ok? Get tossed off the ladder and landed back first at the arena floor … outside of the ring. Damn, that hurt … but non then less … I am back and now its time to show everybody that I am still able to bring it. So Nikki … just do it … walk out and do your thing … do it … just do it.

My entrance music hits the PA system during the first PPV of Global Championship Wrestling, the name of the PPV is Exodus … from the 2nd Book of the New Testament … it marks the beginning of an journey … Whatever … I needed to stay focus as I was pretty nervous. I breath in and out a couple of times … My music has already passed the mark where you could hear that few words that made me famous … that are like a catch phase of mine … similar to Tap or Break …



YOU CAN’T STOP ME …



I wait a few more seconds before I slowly walk out on the stage through the curtain. It was a strange feeling to stand on the stage again, … if this was strange I don’t know how it will be when I stand in the middle of the ring … where everybody can see me. But I think I will find that out soon enough. The fans non then less doesn’t have forgotten me as they have jumped to their feets to cheer for me. A smile appears on my face as I stand at the centre of the stage … I close my eyes for a second … so that I never ever will forget this feeling … the feeling of being home. Yes that is how you can call it, I am home. This is my home … not an apartment, not my family … this is my life … and a new journey, a new part of it has just begun.

I slowly lower my hands, bow forward … my hands are pointing to the ground, a gesture that I am so familiar with that it happens automatically. I breath in once again … I wait a few seconds and then I breath out … and pull my arms with full force up in the air … I can hear how the pyre explode behind me … I can also feel the heat that comes from it … the fans on the other side freak out … if I would talk, it would be impossible for anybody to hear me …

Well the rest of the scene seamed so unreal for me as well as I walk down the ramp, slapping my hand in the hands of the waiting fans … saying a few nice words to them , … taking some pictures … stuff I am used to do … and then it happens … I stand at the ring, just outside of the ring actually, my hand holds the rope … what a moment for me. I smile once again and then its over … I am in the ring and I have a hard time to hold back the tears … who much have I missed it. I can’t, I don’t have words that can describe it.

I climb at 2 of the 4 turnbuckles and pose a bit with raised arms … you know make the fans happy and give them a chance to take more photos of me. But that was soon over as I jump down and walk over to the side of the ring that lays next to the announcer tables. One of the crew members is standing there with a microphone in his hand. The mic was of course meant for me … and so I take it. I nod with my head and thank him … and then I walk back in the centre of the ring, raising the microphone to my mouth to speak in the public for the first time since a few months.

Hello Chicago … What’s up?

A smirk appears on my face as I said that … the reaction from the fans if of course fantastic …

A lot as it looks like … you are enjoying the PPV thus far?

A loud YEAH was the answer that I got to my question.

Now that sounds great. But you know boys and girls … time to go back to the business we can party later on. There are a few things I want to talk about, a few things that many of you have asked me in your emails … a lot of stuff that I read at some of the wrestling forums … also on one of this wrestling game forums for created wrestlers … and I want to answer a few of this question as soon as possible … but first I want to thank all of you who have supported me during my injury break.

Thanks …

I also want to thank another person … one of the owners of GCW actually, Miss Candice Angel for giving me the opportunity to wrestle in this promotion … I am very happy about that … as I didn’t thought that I would get a job offer so fast after the injury I have recived not too long ago during a ladder match … You know … getting tossed of a ladder and landing back first at the arena floor is not exactly an experience I want to remember but … it happened. I admit it also that it might have been stupid from my side to wrestle for such a long time with the injury … which leaded to the ultimate break I had to take to heal up … but that lays all in the past. I am fully recovered and ready to prove to all of you … that I am still one of the best in this industry … and I say that without any type of ego … its just a fact and everyone of you reminds me of that.

Loud cheers from the fans follows while I am trying to fight against the tears in my eyes. I am really not good with this emotional stuff …

But you know what? Time to move on …

This is Exodus … the first PPV in the history of Global Championship Wrestling … the first step in a new direction of professional wrestling in the United States. We are going away from … sports entertainment … and going back to that what wrestling is and always was suppose to be … a sport. Not entertainment, not sports entertainment but rather a sport itself. And I am … and I think I speak in the name of everybody in the back … we are proud about that. Just as this Exodus, this journey to new highs in the business starts with this PPV … also my carrier starts new … every new beginning is a new experience non of us want to miss.

GCW … you the fans … the wrestlers in the back … the owners, the GM’s and everybody who works in the back and at ring side … this is just the beginning … so lets have a good time and lets us all enjoy this ride we are taking together …

And now … why the hell not … I am speaking out an open challenge to anybody in the back … for a one on one match. No gimmicks … no entertainment … just a traditional … a classic match. Who is up for that? Who wants to have a good time and enjoy a nice and challenging match against me? Whoever you are come out …

A smile appears on my face as I lower the microphone and wait for my possible opponent. Hopefully somebody will come out … would suck if have to stand here alone in the ring … and wasting the time of the fans without giving them that what they want to see … a good match.

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Venus in Furs by the Velvet Underground begins its strange, melancholy drone as the lights darken to match the mood and the heads of a thousand lost fucking souls turn towards the low lights on the stage. A new song that would soon be branded into the minds by an old face. A face that climbed the stairs behind the curtains and threw them aside to rip the screams from their memories, and the sea of ghosts did fucking wail that second as their Angel of Life took the center mark and stopped. Her sensitive eyes trapped behind the black lenses, she looked out at the sea of nothing and raised her arms slowly to bask in the storm. Waves of noise smashing around her, but she only held her pose longer, growing stronger while Alice gazed to sky to see her own fingertips frozen there.

Lessien had arrived, and in a moment her arms fell from her Queen of the North pose to her sides. Her attention snapped to the ring and the lonely island of motherhood standing in the middle of it all. That Cheshire grin grew slowly from the dismissive smirk that was ever present, and with that she walked to slow cadence of her death march all the way to the island. She slide between the ropes, never taking her eyes off her once they were locked until she was fronted and center. Her smile had grown to its full size beneath the cascade of green. She let her head fall heavy and only then did she break her gaze, and only then did the microphone raise to the now hidden lips.~

I'm just a girl.

~Alice whispered under her bangs.~

And in case you didn't know Lover, that is exactly where this begins.

~Betty's voice came up strong with the rest of her face.~

You're looking for a good time, Lover?

~Betty laughs at the simple connotation of that.~

Did I hear you right?

~She paused for an answer, but continued before one could have even been thought of.~

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

And trust me Lover, you're about as lost as anyone I've seen. It is only your continued misfortune that you just happen to stumble into this ring. The only ring I have eyes on.

If you haven't cried, your eyes can't be beautiful.

Beautiful like the dreamworld you live in. Because you see, Island Mother, back here on the planet Earth everything is quite different. You say good time? I say violence. You say healed? I say never truly. You say returned, and I can only ask for how long?

~Betty sighs at the half healed, half broken woman in front of her. At least that was how she saw it.~

Nothing is forever.

And nothing ever comes back the same, and that is going to be a painful lesson for you over and over again. But every lesson must be learned. I mean, who am I to defy the order of things? Hmm?

I'm just a girl.

~Betty stares at the face before her.~

Just a girl welcoming you back to the real world with her first lesson. I'm sure you were sorely missed.

Exodus.

How fucking biblical. We'll be sure to send back all the pieces to your dream world after your short stay here. Tradition is dead, Lover and so are your simple wishes. You want a match?

~~

Fuck that, I want to hear your bones snap again.

[Nicole Storm]

A smirk appear on my face as I am listing to the words that the Lessien is saying to me. So this is the woman with the multiple personalities … Jessie has told me about her … a very strange woman but all this girls have one thing in common their love for violence … and judging by her words that is exactly what she has in mind for me. After she has finished her speak … or better said after they have finished their speech I raise my microphone again … to continue this old game of trash talking.

You want to hear my bones snapping again?

I raise an eyebrow … and shake my head. This is indeed a very confusing person.

Are you really sure about? I mean we have just meet each others for the first time and you try already to take me out, re-injure me and put me on the shelf again. This is not exactly a nice way to say hello. Hell that is not even a nice way to answer a friendly challenge for a square and fair, very challenging wrestling match. But I guess … its ok. There are many different types of people and you appear to be like the more aggressive ones, more violent ones … But I think you haven’t told me your name yet. I am Nicole Strom and you are…??

Of course I know who she is … but hey its not nice that she doesn’t introduce herself.

… Lessien if I remember right ... I saw your picture on some of this wrestling forums and I also read a few interesting things about you. As it looks like you have some problems with your personality or better said your multiple personalities … So tell me Lessien … is there a nice Lessien inside of you as well? Or just crazy girls altogether?

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Betty fought the overwhelming urge to slap what little taste remained in Nicole's mouth. Instead the microphone snapped back to her lips.~

Twenty thousand people watching your every

fucking

pathetic

breath and you want to say hello and make a nice, pleasant request?

~Betty's voice raises. Incredulous at the very thought that this was actually happening.~

I don't think so, Lover. Not here and not now. This is sports entertainment and I'm your last hope at surviving.

Fleeting.

That's your hope's first name. Now let the tour begin.

~Alice lifts her hands to the right in a full floor model display.~

Over here, to your right, you will see the stunning vista of where I don't give a fuck who you are or what your name is. You're just another wrestler in a

long

endless

numbing

vapid

line that chokes the life from my lungs.

~Betty tightens her free hand into a fist over her chest.~

And on your left.

~Alice moves her now open hand to the hot side of the crowd who respond with childish glee and piercing screams to see their selves on the big screen. It was as famous as they would ever be. A nameless face. A three second blip on the world stage that would never even know they fucking existed.~

Oh yes, on your left the city of Chicago and all its past fucking glory. Do you think anyone of them want to hear your psychobabble, Lover? You think they give a fuck what goes on inside this beat up wall of skin I'm in. They would scream in orgasmic bliss if I lifted you off your feet and planted you on your motherly face

just

plain

Loveless

in the end.

~The sea of ghosts filled with lies of dissent, calling her a liar and twenty other names that didn't need to be repeated due to their un-originality.~

Hm, that's exactly what I plan to do and they will love it deep down in their
empty

Loveless

hearts. Because deep down this world is cruel. It thrives on it like a virus that spreads without check, and making a symbolic mother bleed and scream in the waves of a New Year will tell everyone that nothing is going to change. You're on the road of fucking Lessien, Lover and it all ends the same. Your manners, your wishes, your fucking respect for humanity don't change a thing.

Merry Christmas.

~Alice pipes in fruit cake fucking sweet.~

You better fucking hold on to that, because at Exodus and the New Year it will be that last fucking pleasant memory as long as you're here. Exodus, Lover? It's you and me and there will be nothing classic about that. I'm going to knock you the fuck out, or get knocked the fuck out trying and that's the only way this

goes

down.

The road cares nothing for who is on it. It changes not a thing.

Welcome to Lessien's ring.

~Betty spelled it out piece by piece, leaving no doubt exactly where she was coming from and where they were heading. That was where she got off, dropping the microphone and leaving the ring to her music again before she could be bored to tears or actually violence by another rousing round of 'let's be friend.' She'd rather die second or kill first for that to happen again.~

[Nicole Storm]

Well … was nice to speak with you Lessien.

I shrug with my shoulders as I really have not clue what she was talking about. Some senseless sentences … properly only logical in her own mind. But I guess the message was simple that she is an evil crazy bitch that wants to break me … well should she try. She wouldn’t be the first and surly not the last. But now back to business, I turn to the fans and a smirk appears on my face as I say…

Looks like I got a match tonight. So everybody in the arena, at home … have a nice day and enjoy the first PPV of GCW. I am out of here and see you all later when its time for the match.

I raise my left arm in the air and the fans starts to cheer again. But I am already with my thoughts at the match that lays in front of me. I don’t know much from my opponent but one thing is clear already, it will be a brutal match …