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Dolly Waters · (05-11-2017)

...Bad Things...

Saturday, May 6th, 2017...
The Talent Entrance/Exit Area...
Nationwide Arena...
Columbus, Ohio, U.S.A...

It's a chilly, dark night in the back parking lot of the Nationwide Arena in Columbus following the conclusion of Saturday Savage. There's a misty drizzle of rainfall that can be seen shimmering in the glow of the parking lot light fixtures as they shine down on a plethora of tour buses being loaded up by equipment engineers and various XWF talent. Pretty much a shitty night overall, but what more could be expected? I absolutely despise Ohio.

Anywho... near the arena's exit there's a synchronized series of unkempt hedge bushes growing beside the arena's wall that breaks somewhere near the center of the building where a concrete pathway leads to a row of large dumpsters. There's a various array of thrashing and tumbling sounds through the bushes that are fittingly equipped with some sweet southerner slurs that belt out in a not so incognito fashion.

"Good god dammit!"
*SNAP*
"Piss!"
*CRACK*
"AH!"
*CRUNCH*
"Thorny fucker!"
*RUSTLE*
"Fuck!"

It's me, the battered and suspicious looking Dolly Waters, sporting a bandaged forehead that I earned earlier in the night during a brutal XTreme Championship street fight with Super Mario. The pudgy little piece of crap really thought he was going to do the unthinkable and add a dent to my win loss record, please. I'm happy to announce I introduced that

to every room of Dolly's Play House.

Where was I again? Oh right. It's cold, raining, I'm hiding in the bushes outside of Savage and I'm in Ohio. Fuck my life...

Painstakingly pulling my way through the bushes trying to get a decent vantage point of the main talent exit from the arena I keep getting hung up on thorns and such, ripping my Ariana Grande shirt all to shit. As you may know, though I successfully defended my XTreme title against tonight, I actually don't have the coveted belt in my possession. It was stolen by my former tag partner, and former trusted friend, Thaddeus Duke after he superkicked my goddamn head from my shoulders on Warfare.

Right now I'm getting position waiting for Duke to wobble his AX3 ass-fucked way out of the Nationwide Arena where I've got a surprise waiting for that back stabbing little bastard. It's right here in my pocket...

"Mother fucking piece of-OOOUUUCCCH!!!!!"

Just as I flipped my butterfly knife from out of my leather jacket the sum-bitch slipped and I accidentally stab myself in the side of my right thigh with the sharp blade. My fucking nerves are a wreck right now. Quickly I cover my mouth with both hands while trying to hold back my shrieks.

Very carefully I start removing one of my hands as it trembles it's way toward the knife handle. Okay, just fucking breathe, Dolly. My breaths rapidly and deeply expel through my nose, my eyes wide and watery, the near freezing rainfall matting down my less than fetching hair that's partially covering my face.

Frantically I grab at the knife, but the blade has sunken too deeply into my leg as I let out this awful, gut-wrenching moan trying to unsuccessfully pull it away from my thigh. Oh fuck, oh fuck! I take the other hand from my mouth and reach my head down, biting tightly onto my leather jacket as I grab with both hands now on the knife, pulling a solid three inches of the blade out from my flesh while my entire body begins shaking- tears flowing from my eyes as my bunny-esque whimpers are muffled by the jacket.

The stab was so clean that the blade doesn't even have a speck of blood on it's edges, and so quickly I remove my jacket and tie it round the wound. I take a moment to catch my breath, what an awful day. I was already fairly beaten up from the fight earlier that night and now I had only made matters worse- further hindering my ability to properly sneak up on Thad once that punch-worthy-peach-fuzzed face of his made it's appearance. Quietly I edge up a bit closer to the sidewalk while still in the bushes. Once more the thought of little rat doing what he did creeps into my mind.

Quote:Dolly slings her Xtreme title over her shoulder and turns around...

SMACK!!!!

WHAT THE HELL!!!???!?

OH SHIT!

The fans boo loudly.

THADDEUS DUKE JUST KNOCKED OUT DOLLY WATERS WITH BETTER THAN YOU!!!

I gotta tell ya Johnson, I never saw that coming.

While staring down at Dolly Waters, Thaddeus raises his hood.

And he said I was a bad partner!

He kneels beside her and grabs a hold of her Xtreme title, before standing up right. He continues staring down at her for a few moments before quietly exiting the ring. Thaddeus keeps his head down as he passes by fans that are heckling and booing him. As he reaches the stage he flings the Xtreme title over his shoulder.

Just before exiting through the curtain, Dolly Waters lifts her head up and stares at Duke.

Un-fucking-believable, little goddamn worm: Mr. Faggeus, "I have a douchey name", Duke. I guess this is what I deserve for ever trusting anyone named Thad, or any person around this semen drenched cesspool for that matter... it's possibly my greatest down fall- and one I can understand about as easily as advanced trigonometry:

It's my natural propensity to trust men not to let me down.

For all of my unrelenting savagery, for all of my unnaturally gifted perception, all of my wherewithal, all of my methodical approach to the wrestling industry, all of my brash, all of my tenacity, all of my will, strength, guts, fearlessness, all of those trite adjectives have seemed to yield me very little in regards to letting my guard down to those from the opposite sex.

I guess an easy analysis of this would lead one down the obvious path of me being a "daddy issues" sufferer, and I'd say the point would be fairly valid too. For all of my father's drunken and reckless abandonment before he ever entered the XWF, I truly adored that man. I've detailed this all before, but once he left me for dead, pretty much treating me as if I never existed, it led me down a road of one disappointment after the next:

Be it studying and learning how to fight with Morbid Angel who also vanished from my life.

Be it Paul Heyman making a small fortune from my talent and then turning his back on me when I needed him the most.

Be it Luca Arzegotti and Zane Kingsly taking a mollie and cocaine induced shit during our tag team championship match.

Or even the more recent Micheal Graves who I grew to appreciate as a friend- sucker punching me in the face because it turned out that I had driven him insane with sexual frustration.

All of those let downs, all of those sickening plays by grown men on the nativity of a teenage girl, all of that heartbreak and calls of insecurity, anger and resentment, all of it feels so minimal compared to what to what Thad has done.

Thad was like me, a young force being constantly told that it wasn't his time yet. Both of us confused and angry with our fathers' general lack of understanding of what their child needs- both of us infinitely better at this art than either of our fathers would give us credit for.

We would sit up on the phone chatting all night, even before my untimely and unjustified arrest for steroids, just talking about life and science, the evolution of humans and technology. When I left prison in Indonesia, so gaunt and starved that I hadn't even realized I had been bonded; I woke up in Thad's car, his face being the first thing I remember seeing... I thought it was merely a most pleasant dream.

But all dreams eventually are awoken to the stark realities of life. The reality now being the things I have planned for my former friend turned Ax3 dick-rider:

Bad things...

I'm going to hurt Thad, badly. Fuck Micheal Graves and our little "rivalry" spawned by his sick fantasies, his ass is on the back burner. When I see Duke I'm going to take him down and slit his throat open- but not deep enough that he instantly begins to bleed out or succumbs to asphyxiation. No, no, no... I'm going to take my time with him. Making sure he's had the proper time to study every inch of my face so that he never fucking forgets it after dragging him behind these dumpsters and torturing him. Maybe I'll slice that tongue of his out and use it lure a pack of rabbis infested raccoons and let them feast on it from off of his chest. Once the coons have had their fun, i'll move my blade down to his scrawny little ball sack-

"We've got Duke coming out boys, he's requesting the Ax3 bus! Pull it around pronto!"

Suddenly the voice of the arena door man interrupts my beautifully bad thoughts and kinda' wakes me out of whatever trance I was in,

"Shit!"

I look down and notice that the stab on my leg started bleeding through my jeans, and as I went to move forward a bit and get into better position I felt a mite lightheaded. To my left I saw the Ax3 bus pulling around toward the edge of the parking lot with Chris Chaos'

face painted across it- for whatever reason I still didn't understand why he was considered the "leader" of that group. If you ask me Jim Caedus was a way tougher competitor, and of course, the current Universal Champion. But anyway, that didn't matter- I was more concerned with their newest ass-kisser. The bus stops right in front of the pathway leading from the door and after it makes that air-lock break sound I hear the arena doors open.

"Mr. Duke would you like any help with the-"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks."

And there's that cocksucker now! And would you believe the audacity? He's not carrying anything other than MY goddamn title on HIS chippy little shoulder! Piece of shit! It's fine time I make my fucking move. Just as I go to stand my knee buckles down a bit, the pain from the stab wound is unreal. I hobble up, dragging the leg twice to try and steady it as I move forward and tuck my knife in my hand along my forearm.

I get out to the side walk and all is perfect. Duke is about five feet in front of me and I'm to his left. The idiot doesn't even have a clue what's about to happen to him. I go to lunge for his throat and...

"Ax3 is coming out!"

Fuck!

I tumble backwards and fall back into the bushes, a sharp branch stabbing me right in my ass cheek. Duke hears the ruckus and looks over toward where I'm hidden. He nears closer to the bushes, his brow tightening as he lifts his head to look around the area, and just I think he's about to spot me, out walks Chris Chaos, his arm around Jenny Myst who is carrying his bags. From behind him comes that sick fuck Graves and Robert Main, and lastly in the very back Jim Caedus, looking like he hasn't bathed in weeks as he marches on methodically, Universal Title on his shoulder looking stoic and unimpressed with whatever shenanigans Main and Graves are blathering about.

I lay there for a bit, silent as the grave and figuratively kicking the shit out of myself watching Duke and the rest of Ax3 load up on the bus and pull away. I missed my opportunity to make Thad hurt, and there was nothing in the world I wanted more then for his little silver spoon ass to feel all the pain that I was feeling. With the coast clear and the taillights of the bus illuminating in the exhaust clouds in the distance, I go to stand up. But where's my fucking knife? I start feeling my hand around on the wet grass trying to locate while on my knees looking like Velma had lost her glasses, and then I spot it...

....stabbed into a boot?

Dumbfounded I stop dead in my tracks and look up to the man the boot belongs to as his battered hand reaches down and yanks the knife, no grunt, no squeal, no shriek, out of his own foot.

"You'll need to be more careful playing with sharp objects, dear."

Fuck me... it's Doc. Standing there smiling at me with that grin you just love to hate.

"Ha-ha. Can I just have my knife back..."

I hold my hand out as I get up to my feet, Doc looks at me from the corner of his eye as he begins flipping my knife around in his hand.

"...please?"

"It is a FINE knife if I do say so myself."

Doc flips the butterfly blade around once more, and like a good gentlemen hands me the knife handle first. Thankfully it doesn't appear that D'Ville is here for a fight, I just don't think I have it in me right now. I nod my head and with a slight smile go to walk past him,

"I must say, Dolly... it's rather intriguing watching the way you look at young, Thaddeus. How long have you two been dating now?"

"We're not dating, duh! We're just fri- well, WERE friends."

I say while forcefully walking past him,

"Oh what it's like to be young and in love!"

Love's ass, the only thing I'm going to love is when I finally get my hands wrapped tightly around Thad's neck.

"Dolly and Thaddeus sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

With Doc in my rear-view I promptly lift up a middle finger over my shoulder while walking away. D'Ville smiles while puffing his cigar as the scene fades...

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