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Tula Kealiʻi Offline
Registered but either hasn't added self to a roster yet or doesn't RP



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The IWC

(gets varying reactions in the arenas, but will be worshiped like a god and defended until the end by internet fans; literally has thousands of online dorks logging on to complain anytime they lose a match or don't get pushed right)


#1
09-09-2020, 05:19 PM

"I told you that was a stupid idea."

Just hours away from Anarchy, and here I am, playing nurse to a drunken Slav who tried to turn a tiger into a pet.

If you asked me where my life would take me, I wouldn't have had an answer for you; however, never in my wildest dreams would I have envisioned this scenario in my head. No one can think of something like this. Hell, even the most twisted writer in the world wouldn't come up with this.

"Big kitty was warming up to Boris. I just need to go back in there..."

Boris goes to get up and jump back into the cage that may ultimately lead to his death, but I put a stop to it before he can get anywhere. I don't know why, honestly. In almost every other scenario like this, I would just let the dumbass make himself into a Slav sandwich; however, Boris' infectious personality once again convinces me to look out for the goofy bastard.

"I think that's enough hugging the big kitty for now. You made your point. You're going to be completely ready for Kenzi tomorrow night."

He won't.

Though, who am I to talk, really? I haven't won a match since the beginning of the COVID pandemic, and I'm quickly seeing my spot on the card slide further and further down, allowing others, like Scarlett The Huntress, to move in and take my place. Eventually, I'll be in opening matches against Mini Morbid, and that is not a fate I look forward to.

I think what makes me question my existence even more is seeing Boris, in all his Borisness, go out to the ring and not only entertain fans so much that they chant his name, but that management is starting to take notice, as well. This is a man who thinks "working out" consists of standing from his couch long enough to grab another beer. Meanwhile, I am busting my ass every week, and I seem to be fading, and fast.

And as I look to my opponents for tomorrow night, I see that things do not get any easier. One opponents, the aforementioned Scarlett, is looking to rebound after losing to my Slavic buddy, and the other, Money Oswald, is an old for - one that continues to haunt me each and every week.

"Nothing good mayonez can't fix."

I glance back over to Boris, who somehow, almost by magic, pulled out a container of Polish mayonnaise. I do not know where he got it. I had not seen it before. It's almost like this dude is a magician. And he is using those magic powers to go to town on a jar of mayo. I've never seen this kind of thing before. He's not even putting it on anything. He's just..eating it. With a spoon. Which...I don't want to know where he got that.

"This almost seems lewd. Like, I would find this kind of disgusting thing on xVideos."

"What is this XVideo, blin?"

"...nothing, nevermind."

The last thing I need in my life is for Boris to get hooked on pornography.

Truth be told, I wish I had his confidence. There isn't a single match Boris goes into that he doesn't automatically assume he's going to win. Granted, he hardly ever knows the names of his opponents, or the town he's in, or the show he's on, or even what "wrestling" is, but he is still so confident in his abilities that it doesn't even matter. We I put Boris in the cockpit of an airplane, he'd immediately assume he knew how to fly it.

Meanwhile, I am already thinking about what I'm going to say when I let myself and so many others down. I look at my opponents - one young, hungry up and comer who needs a big win, and ond strong, proven veteran who had made Anarchy a playground for himself - and I don't see where I fit in. I'm almost in "the other wrestler" territory. As if Oswald and Scarlett will think about what they'll do to each other, and completely forget I'm even in the match.

That would happen already, if I didn't throw myself in the middle of a war. Now, thanks to my friendship with Ruby and my hatred for anyone with BOB stamped on their jacket, I will always have someone gunning for me. Part of me knows this is bad - that talented individuals will not stop until I'm gone from the business forever. Another part of me is thankful to at least be relevant.

I know I shouldn't feel this way. I should be ready to go into the ring and kick everyone's ass, but it's a lot harder to do that when you're constantly reminded of your failures. I wanted to fight for other people. I wanted to fight for Boris. I wanted to fight for Ruby. And in both instances, I just ended up letting them down.

And maybe that's the answer. Maybe instead of thinking of others, I need to think of myself. I look down at Boris, who is almost completely through his jar of mayonnaise in what can only be described as a disgusting act of gluttony, and I think about how he doesn't put pressure on himself. Sure, he's wrestling for his country, but if he loses, he just...forgets about it. He moves on.

And so, I have the opportunity to do just that this week, when I get to face Money Oswald, again, as well as Scarlett the Huntress. Truth be told, I don't have a lot of issues with Scarlett. I know I said some things about her to Boris two weeks ago, but most of that was lies to get him psyched up. I know nothing about her. But Oswald? I can't lose to him again.

Money Oswald has become my white whale - which is handy, because I'm pretty sure that's his other nickname. My journey is not over until I can defeat him. Even if it takes a thousand matches, I will eventually best this man.

...I just hope it doesn't take that long.

"Here kitty, kitty..."

Just like that, Boris springs to his feet and takes back off toward the tiger enclosure. I chase after him, hopefully getting to him before he has a chance to be turned into tiger poop.

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2x Anarchy Champion
1x and current XWF Micronesian Champion
XWF Star Of The Month - October 2020
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