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Post by ASCENT on Nov 9, 2017 11:55:08 GMT -5
Furia de la Merced vs Scarlett Anthem
Singles Match
Prompt — What brings out the best in your character.
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Post by Scarlett Anthem on Nov 16, 2017 15:18:24 GMT -5
I wouldn’t call her a ‘ten’. Maybe I’d find her a spot in the soft middle between being average and fuckable depending on the lighting and how much makeup you put on her. I’ll be generous and give her a ‘7 point 5’. She was ‘cute’, but not what I’d call ‘hot’. She was hardly my first choice, but I don’t regret choosing her. She had a title belt, and I could see a future she couldn’t. I wanted a piece of the pie before it got too large.
To hell with that, I’m no ring rat I’m an opportunist. It’s not just a piece of ass, or a piece of pie if you can see a way to parlay it into a full-course meal, you know what I mean? Why settle for pie when you can have an appetizer, an entrée, desert, and then coffee, if you’re smart; a year-round feast, if you’re brilliant. I’m not much of a table-setter, and I hazard against self-aggrandizement. No, I lean more into creating unique designs out of the truth. My best tricks are sleight of hand. I made myself look like a lion when I met Scarlett Anthem, the nice kind, without claws, kept in a cage for snuggles, and she accepted the truth as I designed it.
Now, some opportunities are apparent. She was a commodity for this Ascent outfit out of Oregon. By then they’d only had a couple of shows, but it was plain to see early on that she was one of the names that if you can find yourself attached to it, it could become lucrative. I’m not a risk assessor by trade, mind you. Traditionally, I deal in low-risk opportunities, small-time cosplayers, local media personalities with the occasional medium to high risk venture depending on how big the payoff, but I am an opportunist. There’s a chance I couldn’t see all the angles starting out, but I was sure I had a bullseye with Scarlett with minimal risk of splashing back at me if things went sideways.
So, anyway, first it’s a matter of gaining trust. I know, it sounds formulaic, and it is, and maybe I sound like a creep. I can wear that. But you’re telling me you don’t think the same way depending on the opportunity as it’s presented? Here’s this wrestler who’s young and fresh-faced, meaning she doesn’t have a lot of connections yet, (that’s where I can step in), with a good look (I know some photographers and film makers, small-time, low-key but it’s more than she had to begin with, again its something she can’t do on her own, but I can parlay what’s already there into more); she’s got a great attitude, and a championship right out of the gate. She’s a fair-sized fish in a small pond.
She’s going to need an agent.
That’s me.
The drugs? That’s just a byproduct of getting her out there, meeting people and expanding her horizons. Think of it like you find this lump of clay, like Michaelangelo said he found the form in the stone and freed it, and that’s what was there in this girl. Now, like Disney, I like to get them when they’re young so it’s easier to steer the form of the thing being freed from the stone. I like to make something in my image rather than something unwieldy and unpredictable. It’s easier to gain trust that way, call it a calling card, if you will.
She’s this seventeen or eighteen year-old, fighting in some of her first pro wrestling matches and being exposed to her first taste of that intoxicating roar of the crowd and I offer her a chance to get a little more of it. Real grassroots sort of stuff. Meet and greets. Small-time signings, maybe even a convention in Portland. She bites. Some people absolutely suck at fishing, I do. I have no idea the right lures, that’s why I stick to people. They’re easier to lure in.
Quit giving me that look.
Yeah, that look right there. The look of someone who thinks I’ve done something nefarious. I did nothing she, herself, wasn’t already wanting to do. I forced nothing on her, it was all consensual.
It’s not like that. Okay, well it was, but you’re really leading the witness here.
That’s the thing I laugh at with female empowerment. You know as well as I do these women want something out of the deal otherwise they would have left the room and never looked back. Remember the Weinstein scandal? Tell me why none of them hadn’t spoken up without mentioning fear, those bitches got paid and they took the money.
There’s that look again. Look, I have no sympathy for crybabies with buyers remorse.
It’s all about the right lures, in any profession, and these chicks fell for it hook line and sinker. You don’t get to have second thoughts after you’ve been reeled into the boat, know what I’m saying?
And quit giving me that look.
Might as well just out with it: I didn’t actually think we’d be making it so soon, but that’s how it went and I didn’t complain. Backside as flat as a board but she knew how to ride, and I can’t complain about the rest, so what? It’s the fish that bites the hook, you know what I’m saying?
Of course you do. You all do. Most are afraid to admit their darker impulses, but I’m here to tell you you only need to harness it for good and it’s not so dark.
Enough with the damn look, lady.
God.
Anyway,
After she lost that big first championship defense, I was ready for an attitude. You’d think she’d look for the easiest thing to blame after losing that big-tier title, like maybe I’d diverted her attention and she’d blame me, but she walked out of the event with a different title and remained as pleasant as ever without a hint that she thought I may have in some way influenced her performance.
What? I’m always smiling like this. It’s in my nature. You should try it.
See, whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty, huh?
Why does everyone think I had something to do with her winning that title? What, like I paid Eric Hawke a visit and convinced him to set her up with a wrestling match for that Apex Championship? She still had to win the match on her own, didn’t she?
I love the mindset of people who’d leap to the defense of an innocent then turn around and backhand her with comments and ideas like she needed help to get what she got. She earned that title, and yeah, I saw more opportunities.
We haven’t even cracked the surface, yet. And before you ask: no, I didn’t do it.
I can see it in your eyes, you think I did it, but I didn’t and that’s where that’s at.
End of story.
I mean, shit, did you realize that with that title win she became the first person to hold multiple titles in Ascent? Konstantine, or Elina Cartel, or K-Remix couldn’t say that. No, Scarlett Anthem proved where she stood on the field, you know? I admired her for achieving so much, so fast. How could you not?
I mean, I don’t say this to everyone that’s talked to me about this, but maybe I started to have some feelings for her that went beyond the classic exploited property feeling, you know?
I admit it freely and openly, right from the start and I haven’t stopped: I was exploiting Scarlett Anthem for my own career goals. But eventually, whether you want it or not, and I know it sounds cliché, but maybe your heart moves in directions you didn’t quite expect.
You should have seen how proud she was with that title. It was the same with the other one, it went everywhere she went like Little Bo Peep and her sheep. It slowly became this part of her, like material validation for a woman short on things to be thankful for, at least in her own mind. I kept thinking, if she loses this belt it might kill her.
Sure, I thought that, yeah. If she lost it, it’d be like someone sliding a window closed on some of my hopes for her career. But she was young, see? That’s why I like them young. Infinite potential, with a ceiling limited solely by her environment and personal development.
I wasn’t there just to be an agent, I felt like I could be a father to her. It didn’t really seem like she’d had enough positive upbringing, you know? Girls like that are like empty holes in constant need of filling, one way or another.
I knew exactly what I was getting into.
What, this Furia, dude?
Again, no, I wasn’t fixing anything, I wasn’t behind any plots or conspiracies. I told you: I wanted what was best for her. I didn’t think she’d….
Why would I set her up to fail? It makes no sense.
Besides, it all worked out in the end, didn’t it? She won some, she lost some. So it’s all smiles and happy puppies and shit.
Yeah, yeah. I know. She wouldn’t be where she is now… right.
But you make it sound like she didn’t enjoy a short period of success until…
Yeah. Well, it doesn’t matter. They think I did it. And the best chance I have of skipping out on the charges is whatever you determine based on our little chat here.
Yeah, I know I’ve given you very little evidence. I’ve told you all I know, though. I was trying to be her agent. That’s it. One minute things are progressing, the next she’s….
Yeah. So… what do you think?
Am I guilty?
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