The chill of the early spring was charged by the winds. Tree limbs shake as budding leaves struggle to hang on, survival of the fittest on display again. Walking alone, her hair just taking sail in the wind, is Vanessa Gibson. She looks grumpy, holding a vape pen in her right hand. She puffs on it, exhaling a stream that carries on a gust into nothingness against the overcast sky. She looks at the camera.

"Welp, guess the patriarchy isn't done exploiting womyn yet. I agree to a match on Savage, and then I'm expected to team up with Vita Valenteen."

Vanessa looks pained as her lips purse. She gulps swiftly.

"I just threw up in my mouth."

"I'm expected to team up with Vita Valenteen? Look, sister, I respect a gyrl's ability to be a gyrl and keep her ho game strong, hoping Noah could come back and help you out after you went and got all superheroic. John Romita, a pig, invented Kick-Ass, invented Hit Gyrl, and thus she is yet another icon created by a pig to portray womyn how the patriarchy sees fit. Running around in hot pink fighting crime is just a poster for some pubescent piggy to gawk at while cradling his penis in his hand."

Vanessa mimics the motion of male masturbation, stroking a ghost cock at her pelvis while puffing on her vape with her right.

"Vita, just focus on the task, honey. Soon enough, you’ll be selling pics on your private Snap and getting Insta followers so the pigs have something to jerk it to soon, and it looks like as one half of the tag team champions. Cataclysm attacked you at Warfare because you scare them. They tell people they're monsters because they're so insecure they need to feel scary. Robert Main was playing a worse Joker than Jared Leto in their last promo and Chris Page as his brainless henchman."

You aren't supposed to talk about their promo!

A voice comes in from off camera.

"Their promo ran long. What's good for the piggy is good for the bytch. Don't worry, I'll get into Robert Main's basic patriarchal shit later."

"Vita, you don't need to bother with focusing on being a role model. Role models are what the patriarchy comes up with when they don't feel like raising their bastard children and would rather go off spreading their seed wherever and whenever is convenient for them. You don’t need to portray yourself as some symbol, some icon, or some picture you want people to see you as. That’s what Cataclysm is doing, one shitty knockoff at a time. Chris Page is just riding the wave of someone else right now, trusting that they’re going to look good as long as they keep the narrative up. Robert Main is busy ripping off the Heath Ledger version of the Joker as hard as he can because he knows fans would cry bullshit if he looked like Joaquin Phoenix right now. Both of them are really trying to establish themselves as some kind of dynasty as a tag team in wrestling because it’s what the patriarchy would expect, because actually defending their titles against two womyn doesn’t fit the narrative. Being dominant monsters, exercising their male privilege, well, they don’t even grasp just how hard they’re doing that right now.”

“It’s sad when gay male couples demonize womyn.”

“Piggies, we already know that monsters win. All the fucking time. The patriarchy is a monstrosity just preying on anything womynly. You use the words yourself, calling my mouth a ‘cockholster’, hoping someone strong enough to stand against the patriarchy was just waiting to suck a dick. Nah, thanks, I hear that Robbie Bourbon, one half of the Motherfuckers, the team you and Page ripped off by escaping an insane asylum, wouldn’t mind putting a cock in his mouth, but ever since Caedus dipped the fuck out you haven’t had the ovaries to call him out. So you and Chris Page, amidst your own grasps at sounding edgy while also giving promos that echoed movies and other pop culture, portraying the most cliche homosexual relationship, the relationship that the patriarchy expects of two gay men, constantly worshipping each others cocks as symbols of strength, because why the fuck else would you call me a cunt or call my mouth a cockholster, because you couldn’t do shit or a womyn or womyn in general, because you need to demean and decry womyn when you can, to the point that you’ll piss and moan I am cutting your bullshit, boring, mysogynistic promo apart ‘before the patriarchy said it was okay’ isn’t fair.”

“Piggy, if you’re going to waste my time stretching shitty Joker knockoffs and showing that Page is a power bottom, I will waste yours, let me hear you pull a used tampon out of you before you tell me about pain and unfair.”

“So Chris Page attacked Vita, Chris Page showed how strong he was against a womyn. On Warfare. Do you know why Chris Page didn’t attack me? I was in the arena, I don’t know why you keep saying I wasn’t, but I was present, assisting gyrls and womyn, fighting for them, and neither of you dared take a single step towards me. Sounds like some wannabe monsters went and beat up a gyrl hoping to find a hero to help her.”

“So here the fuck I am.”

“I perform the duty of womynhood. I along with my sister COVID-19 go and reap the patriarchy’s feeble attempt at control. Control of Mothyr Nature. Control of the world. Control of everything. For far too long, pigs have contributed to the blood and destruction of our world. Their will pushed and prolonged for too long. Macho insecurity contributing to the greater negative. Look at fearless leader for this, the pig of pigs, and I mean the President of the United States by this. If that’s too harsh because it’s current events and political as opposed to ripping off the Joker from over a decade ago when there’s another Oscar winning Joker performance to rip off from within the last decade.”

“At least Chris Page relies on your mouth to accurately please.”

Vanessa keeps walking down the path she is walking along. She raises her vape pen with her right hand and strums the chain link fence with her left. The rattling of the chain links echoes as the faint echo of sirens slowly fade into existence. With each step Vanessa takes, they get louder and louder. She begins to look more wary with each step she takes. She quickly purses the vape pen to her lips, and almost immediately she pulls it away. She exhales more vapor than when she took a longer pull before. The sirens grow louder, causing her pace to hasten. Soon, she is sprinting as the sirens overtake the airwaves.

EARLIER

The four men strapped to gourneys look quite pleased to be there. Nurses stand at each table. Vanessa steps into the room.

“Well, thank you for signing up to get your free blowjobs today. I promise we will fulfill the ad we posted on craigslist.com soon. Firstly, we need to administer a simple STD cleansing. We’re going to kill STDs in you by injecting disinfectants. Ladies, lets begin.”

The nurses all nod in agreement. They place their left hands on the left thigh of each man. The men give each other thumbs ups. Each nurse then pulls a syringe off of a table with their right, and in complete concert, each plunge a highball of bleach and lemon juice into each man’s posterior tiberal artery. Within moments each man is convulsing, the effects of injecting bleach shown on television for all to see. Vanessa rubs her chin.

“Welp, looks like you shouldn’t.”