"O to the M to the fucking G! Is this happening? Are you actually watching a Rebel Star, promo?"


Big, cheerful smile.


"Yes. That is... in fact, correct and it's about damn time, right? Ugh. I've been gone for like ever."


"Chin up buttercup."


"I'm back now and even though, I do not plan to overshadow my extremely amazing, debonair, dashing and darling, sexy as all heck, husband - Azrael Erebus, I do plan on popping up for a fight or two. Why not, correct? I mean, I know I am a brand new mother but that's all the more reason, for me to hop to it and be a grand example and it's not like I gave birth. So, what's my damn excuse, for not doing this? Nothing! I have zero reasons!"


"Why, no excuses?"


"Ehem... it is due to the fact that, and sorry love for revealing this truth about our kids."


"The sole grounds that they exist is kinda unconventional. That credit goes all to my fantastic, fabulous man from the stars. He willingly carried our kids, undeterred by it being way worse for men to give birth on his planet. They have to practically gut themselves, with a ceremonial dagger and pull the babies out! However, he wanted to create a tiny version of myself and him, so he took on the role and nearly died in the process, yet now we have two beautiful babies and he's already back to fighting mode."


"Talk about a strong man, it's rather inspiring, really."


"Now here I am, prepared to rock and roll and kick some fucking ass at the same time. Hells to the yeah! And lucky me, I get to face Jenny Myst! One of my closest friends! By the way, Nyx sends her love, Jen. We seriously, all need to go shopping soon cause it has been ages, since I binged on buying new shoes. A perfect pair of shoes makes the outfit, after all. That and a pair of tights and a skirt to accent them. Then the top. Ooooh... and I definitely need a brand new, leather jacket. I'm thinking blue. An electric blue, biker jacket. Yeah, it's been way too long, from the last time we shopped at the mall. Ha! Can you tell?"


Giggles.


"Anyways, sorry for the moment of super girliness, I'm simply excited to face my friend. Down to business cause we are set to fight each other, not grab a bubble tea and a bite to eat. That sounds good though. We should do that after our match."


Momentarily ponders concept and then, grins.


"That is for another time to discuss. Right now, it's time to be..."


Pauses.


"Serious."


Smirks.


"It's time to get dangerous on the dance floor. I do hope you're ready babe cause despite us being pals, we're entering into a fight and I do not plan on holding back. You're talking to a chick who battled big, hulking men and bested them. That thrived and survived countless encounters with evil. In many different forms and I was the first female, King of the XWF."


"Not Queen."


"King."


"I will not change the name of a title to match gender, I was fucking King and that's all there is to it."


"Sadly, others do not have the strength of will, as I did. Most women don't but as you know full well, I am not like most girls."


"Most ladies tend to be... weak, even when they attempt to be mighty. Slow, when they try to be bright and utterly, humorless. And what's with the woeful, painfully silly, hatred for mere words. Go ahead, call me a cunt or bitch. Say I'm a whore. That I went and hid from fighting behind the great and powerful, Azrael Erebus and settled on being a housewife, where I was safe. It's your right to be wrong. Because if you knew me; really knew me, you would know I hide from nothing. I laugh in the face of danger. Haha! Then flirt with chaos and disaster. I fear nothing."


"Not that you specifically would do that sort of rubbish, Jenny this is merely generalized statements that I have heard... based on murmurs in the halls. Not anything you said but some of these wrestlers; male and female alike, talk like they don't realize the volume of their voice."


"They think they live in their own little bubble of a world and are oblivious to everything. It's a wonder they don't wander off a cliff or stumble into oncoming traffic, whilst randomly babbling to themselves like some kind of deranged lunatic, midst trying to bite their own ear. Plus, folks love their gossip, after all. Most of the population can't help themselves, I blame boredom and the fact that there's not enough good stuff on television."


"Anyhow, this behavior disorder, means people have to jibber jabber and speculate, for whatever outlandish misconception that they devise inside the mush, located within their skulls. They know me. Those inane crackpots probably also believe the Earth is flat and perceive reality as a muffin might. That's right. A literal muffin."




"This hopelessly pathetic character flaw, only makes me laugh because I am, a force to be reckoned and words are not weapons, not anything that will ever effect me, anyway. If I can fall off a high rise building, take a hit from a wrecking ball and crash through a brick wall. Pick myself up off of the pavement, dust myself off and still, destroy all opposition. What could mere words, ever do to me? Especially, when they're spoken by folks, that do not matter. Not in the slightest. For if they were shared by someone that made an impact on my life, then those words might bother me but to give thought; regardless of anger or happiness, shows emotion and those who have the ability of doing that, displays consideration yet to truly have no fucks to give, means to feel nothing. Which is my opinion to negativity given towards me within this company. Or anywhere in life. It's like getting upset at the wind, when it blows too hard or a banana peel, laying limp and rotting on the sidewalk. It is utterly useless, to waste my oxygen and complain or whine on such matters, for it changes nothing in the grand scheme of things and it's unequivocally irrelevant. To quote Dr. Nathaniel Idenhaus 'I have no time for such things.' and I don't. What I do have time for is facing off in combat with my buddy, Jenny Myst. With whom, I like and genuinely, value her friendship."


"Lets focus on that fray and honor it accordingly. I will walk to that ring, head held high with the roaring cheer of the fans pushing me forward, my eyes strictly aimed upon my opponent. That would be you, Jenny. My main goal clear and ever present in my mind. To fight and beat you down. I will take you on, as hardcore as any man that I have ever faced and beat ya just as bloody. Break bones and snap you in two. Have you ever been broken in half?"


Laughs in a mocking, musically, sing song manner.


"Like Bane broke Batman's back! That's the outcome of this fight. I will break you. Ahaha! No, it won't be that bad but it's true, I will not hold back because we're friends. This is an X-treme rules match and I don't think you'd want me to restrict myself. The same way I wouldn't desire you to do that for me. If we're doing this... battling it out like two hardcore hotties, this shit has to be as brutal as it can get or not be done at all. This is an act accomplished out of respect and I do have high regard for you, Jen. The same way I know you appreciate me."


"Still, there is a fatal flaw in this game plan, you can hit me with an iron pole, smack me right upside my head and I won't bat an eye. You know that about me, right? Or has it been way too long and have you forgotten? You do remember that I have high endurance and durability. Not to mention the fact that my stamina can last for days, on days. Whereas, you will get tired. Allow me to remind you, if this information has managed to disappear from your thoughts. I was created to be a living sex doll that could nearly fuck forever, mass produced in a factory in Japan. Except I woke up with intelligence and a conscious mind, over being a brainless bimbo meant primarily for pleasure. Good for me, bad for you. Darling, dare I say I could dismantle you for days on end, and even if you match me blow for blow, the fatigue will hit you way before me."


"On top of that, you're a woman, born with the vices, normal ladies have. You menstruate and become emotional. I do not. I wasn't manufactured that way. We are both females but we are miles apart in genetics, this is why I dominated and you.... didn't successfully pull that off, until you dumped Chris and now, rant like a woman scorned. Why do chicks do that? They choose to leave their other halves and then, suddenly they have to act like either the victim or the vengeful hellion?"


"You bossed Chris around, treated him like your bitch and if anything, he was abused and yet, you're the girl breaking free, from his shadow. That proves you're quite the emotional being but it isn't your fault, you are an average woman. Once again, I do not suffer from the crap most females do, I was made differently. Grown in a stasis chamber like all the rest of the 'Trixies', only I miraculously stepped forth, different from the others cause my brain worked and I wasn't down with being sold into slavery, ergo I was considered defective. Fortune smiled upon me though, when I was smuggled out of that factory by the man who invented the concept of 'Trixies' and sent to America. Where I started my life, opposed to being exterminated. Lucky me, right?"


"After saying all that, allow me to adequately explain, these words I shared aren't meant to hurt you, realize that I am simply being honest. I know that is a preference of yours. Honesty. The truth is an importance of mine as well. I believe that is a thing that we share and it's what makes us close. By no means, am I attempting to be purposefully cruel and in spite of the faults I highlighted, I fully will attest the fact that you also have strong points. Those assets increase as time progresses too. You're strong willed and aren't afraid to speak your mind. You have ambition and incredible energy. You crave to be the best and have a drive like no other. You hunger for a spot at the very top and no matter how many times you fall, you always get up and try again. The words surrender or give up, are not in your vocabulary."


"Coinciding with that, I admit that along with my amazing traits, I have defects too. I can't have children, if I didn't marry Azrael, that option would never be available to me. When I speak, I tend to be blunt and that's not always a good thing, depending on the scenario. There are times I don't always follow through. Look at how often I wrestled since coming back to the XWF, my appearances are sparse at best and that's on me. That shows a definite lack of commitment. That's not due to my lack of interest in the sport either. I thoroughly enjoy it and still, my career is nothing but a series of random matches, here and there. It is because I don't want to make wrestling, my entire life. While you generate a solid effort to fight, showing up as much as you can, whenever you can, that's something I do not do. I prefer it that way, part time and that demonstrates, a very lazy way to perceive my job. Some athletes may be insulted by my attitude. It isn't the best when it comes to something that others, dedicate their very existence towards."


"With that in mind, when I stride to the ring for our match, that will not effect my performance, one bit. This I promise you and I don't lie. That's why I mentioned that I wouldn't hold back. During our encounter, I have every intention to take you out and bring you down. To fight with every ounce of my strength and give it my all. I am going to do my very best to send you to the canvas and make damn sure, you won't be rising before a victor is declared. After that and only after, I'll offer my hand and lift you to your feet. Your total devastation and defeat, does not come with malice and hey, I'll even give you a shoulder to lean on if you need it and make certain that you receive the best care, when you are patched up. I mean to call up, Nathaniel and have him on stand by, so you're not looked at by some quack, two bit, backdoor doctor that works out of an old, rusty van and would most assuredly, knock you out and steal a kidney if someone isn't watching him. I wouldn't put it past the hacks that this company hires, this place really likes to cut corners to save money."


"Ummm... that's all I got, there's nothing left to outline or say and the lone thing there is remaining to do is fight, so I'll see ya in the squared circle, Jenny. Lets have the best, most badass brawl this federation has ever presented and leave the audience, absolutely stunned. Jaws dropped open in awe. Give them something they will never, ever, forget. Let's make history."

---

Rebel Star was walking down the avenue, journeying to find a career outside her activity within the XWF. Almost everyone she knew and valued, had other jobs. Even her husband, Azrael Erebus had another profession. What some didn't realize, is that he had a long standing position; on Earth, as an archeologist and had aided in the active planning process of excavating sites and even went out and investigated places, within the past . It simply wasn't an aspect of his life that was broadcasted to the masses, if you weren't in his inner circle, you didn't know about it. Anyway as Rebel ventured down the street, she came across the most peculiar sight, when she approached Griffin MacAlister and Lila Laroque's apartment building. Griffin was standing outside, looking up and Lila was throwing what appeared to be all his belongings, out the window. So naturally, she stopped in her tracks, tilted her head, confused and taking it all in and then, she continued forward. Reaching Griffin as he ducked an incoming Nintendo Game Cube. It's a little known fact that he was rather old school, when it came to video games and Mario Cart was his favorite. He had the thing for years too.


"What happened?!?!"


This inquiry was blurted out with much astonishment and immediately, drew Griffin's attention.


"I don't have a fuckin' clue!"


He exclaimed.


"I was sitting on the sofa and she started losing her mind, she kicked me out and right when I got out here, my stuff came raining from the damn window!"


"There was no fight?"


"No!"


"Did you do something?"


"If I did, I sure as shit don't know what it could be? There was no explanation all she did was freak out."


Griffin glanced up for a second.


"Oh crap!"


Then reached out and pulled Rebel abruptly to the side, by her arm. An instant later a whole toolbox full of tools, followed seconds afterwards by a carburetor, hit the cement.


"God dammit!"


"I could try to talk to her and find out why she's upset?"


These words raised Griffin's interest and he placed his sights, swiftly to Rebel.


"Yeah?"


"Of course."


It was a preposition he quickly considered as he furrowed his brows.


"Would that work?"


"Couldn't hurt?"


"Yeah, alright. Do it. Talk to her"


"Okay. I would still suggest spending the night elsewhere though. This is probably going to take an entire night."


"Fuck it. I'll figure something out. Do what you gotta do and get back to me."


"Done and done. Oh but this is going to cost you."


"Cost me what?"


"A favor. I'll let you know what the favor is when we speak again."


"A favor?"


Laughter.


"Sounds like that spaceman is really rubbin' off on ya."


Sigh.


"Fine. So be it. Find out what the hell happened and I'll do whatever you want."


"Awesome. Pleasure doing business with you."


To be continued...

Former...
King of the XWF