Post by gvb on Feb 26, 2022 15:40:18 GMT -6
The massive hundreth episode of Millennium had just gone off air, consigning to history its array of new champions, memorable fights and controversy, all of that seasoned with the blood, sweat and tears of these modern-day gladiators.
Overall, a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone involved, emotions that even now that the dust had settled, were still running strong backstage. Olly’s night hadn’t been the most memorable. The joy of eliminating APE and PCP in the Lights Out match quickly subsided as his team was defeated by their rivals from Valiant, the team of Aliyah and Annica Greene. Cherry on top, his partner’s son and Tiff won the gauntlet, and he could already hear Clyde bragging about it.
Pacing back and forth and cursing under his breath, Olly looked extremely nervous, clenching his fists and kicking the empty crates he found on his path. Despite the obvious red flags suggesting that it’d be better to stay out of his way, the newly hired backstage interviewer Jennifer Carter still decided to approach the former tag champion.
“Ol..”
“The fuck are you doing here?” He immediately cut her off. “Don’t tell me they hired you too.. I get it that Valiant closed and people lost their jobs but I didn’t take MWE for a charity company. First the Greenes, now you… What’s next, they’re planning to hire that weird fucker with the half facepaint too?”
Jenny tried to keep her composure and act professionally. First day on the new job, she didn’t want to give a bad first impression. “Well, technically Valiant is on hiatus, it’s not closed. But this is MWE and yes, I got a job as backstage interviewer. I can tell that you’re upset about your match but I was wondering if you could answer…”
“Upset? Do I look upset to you?” He interrupted her once again, raising the tone of his voice and looking at Carter with the eyes of a madman. “I’m not upset Jennifer, I’m fucking livid! Those two bitches came here and ruined everything. This was our night, the night K2O would take their rightful spot on top of the tag division. We beat APE, we beat PCP and we were this close to win the whole damn thing.” He showed how close they were to the camera by keeping his thumb and index at short distance. “Then those two showed up, attacked us from behind like the coward they are and stole our moment.”
Jennifer barely contained a smile. Because she found amusing how mad Olly was getting at Bad & Boujee showing up in MWE (in fairness, they heavily hinted at it in the days before Centum) and pinning them, of course. But also because she was getting the interview she wanted even though everything suggested that Olly would have bounced her off. And the best part was that she didn’t even have to ask any question. All she needed to do was to say something, touch the right buttons playing on Olly’s emotions and letting him talk.
“You said that you had the match won, and I’m not saying you’re wrong… But don’t you think you’re overlooking Tiff and Clyde? You still had to go through them to win the Gauntlet…”
Just like before, he interrupted the interviewer. “You’re talking like that was going to be a problem… Yeah, they beat the twins but only because we served them on a silver platter. Despite the two matches we had before that, despite their heinous attack from behind, we took the Greenes to the limit.” Jennifer opened her mouth to add something but Olly didn’t let her talk. “Against us, they didn’t stand a chance. See Jenny, Clyde is nothing but a keyboard warrior. He acts all tough behind a screen, in the safety of his room surrounded by posters of Faizah, Faith and other women he will never get. That’s where he belongs, not in a ring. And he knows it. He knows that I’m better than him, he knows that if he’s still wrestling, it’s because I’m allowing him to. Go watch our match, I was destroying him until Tiffany got involved. The time after that, in that tag match? I left him laying in a puddle of his own blood.”
“And don’t let me start on Tiffany Rollins. You’re all here praising her, saying that the Old Tiff is back… Bullshit. She’s still the scared little girl she was a few months ago. I’m living rent free in her head and she knows that I could make her life a living hell. She knows that she’ll never be as good as she was before, never half as good as Faith is. And the only reason people still have doubts about it, is because her crazy cunt aunt took out the rightful Cloud Gate champion.”
Speaking of the devil…
Lucie Callaway loomed behind him, tall and blonde and dressed for war in the knee high wrestling boots that had once belonged to her older sister Brytain Rollins. The spikes up the back of the boot had once been silver but over the course of Brytain’s long career they had tarnished with blood. She wore a black leather jacket and balanced across her thin shoulders was another family heirloom. Syn’s tire iron.
She smirks, tilting her head as Olly starts ranting about Tiff as though she’s trying to decide what she wants to do. She makes a face when Olly gets to “crazy cunt aunt” and it seems like that’s made her decision for her. She swings back with the tire iron and let’s it connect with one of Olly’s knees. She watches in satisfaction as he crumples to the ground.
Leaning over him,she accepts the mic from Jenny, holding it tightly as she looks down at Olly. “It’s just… disappointing, you know? That for all the blood I’ve shed for this company, for all the years I’ve put into this company… that Faith fucking Savell and whatever this is-” she gestures down at Olly. “Can make some shit up and have me pushed out of the Cloud Gate picture. And you know what I think is just the craziest shit out of all of this? That tabloids write messed up shit about people every single day and we all roll our eyes and move on and know that it’s probably not remotely true.”
Olly started to get up and Lucie kicked him once sharply in the ribs, dropping him back down to the floor. “Don’t be rude. I wasn’t done.”
She turned her attention back towards the camera, “So, we don’t believe tabloids and we don’t believe tabloids and then suddenly Faith Savell says let’s believe this one tabloid article about Lucie and suddenly everyone falls in line? She has that much power over you guys? When I have more talent in my left fucking buttcheek than she has in her whole body? Cool. Cool.”
The smirk turns cold as she gives Olly another kick. “Well, kids. If you want me to be the villain so goddamn bad that you’ll go to this length to make me the villain? I’ll lean into it. Faith Savell is never going to wrestle again and I did that.”
She taps the tire iron against Olly’s knee cap. “If I have to? I’ll put each and every person standing between me and my career on the shelf. Starting here. Starting with this fucking thing.” She tabs the tire iron a little harder against Olly’s knee cap. “Consider this my motherfucking villain era.”
The former Tag Team champion was obviously in pain, but he didn’t want to show it. And despite being with his back against the wall, he fought back, at least verbally. “I like how you’re trying to convince people that the rumors about you and your buddy being fucking psychopats by acting exactly like one.” Even in that situation, even after Lucie hit him once again with the tire iron, he laughed. “I ain’t surprised, that’s something that runs in the family… If only you could pass it to your niece as easily as you popped your last name on her… That would make things very interesting.”
Lucie rolled her eyes and prepared to shut the annoying young man up once and for all. But this time Olly was prepared, kicking the tire iron from Lucie’s grasp, far away from her grasp. Before she could react, he kicked her leg and forced her to one knee. At this point Jennifer had fled the scene already, but the cameras were still rolling.
“I’m still unsure if you’re really that dumb, Lucie, or if you’re only acting like one.” Raising his leg, he placed his boot to her face and pushed back. “Do you really think they suspend people based on a squabble between your boyfriend and some paparazzi?” Lucie looked up to him with fire in her eyes, but once again he kicked her down. “Maybe you can convince some of these people that you’re the victim here, shit, maybe you can convince yourself too.. But I know what Faith told Elsa, I know the real reason why you’ve been suspended. And this.. This is only confirming that she was r…”
Lucie snarled, not just at the accusation but at the audacity of the boot to her face. Her snarl grew more fierce when she reached up to wipe a smear of dirt off of her cheek.
But she wouldn’t be a Callaway without more than one trick up her sleeve and when Olly bent down to sneer those last words into her face he was met with the burn of black mist to his eyes. Lucie climbed to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I really think that Faith would say and do anything before letting the world know that I can beat her on her best day on my worst day. So if you’re asking me to shake in my boots because of whatever lie she told you and Elsa, I won’t.”
Lucie smirked down at him, black mist still clinging to her lips. “You’re used to riding on Savell coattails so I get why you think she and her little family are enough to insulate you from the repercussions of your words and your actions. But I’m a Callaway. And our pockets run deeper, our skills are unmatched and our hearts are blacker than any Savell could ever hope to touch.”
She jerked her head up, narrowing her eyes at the camera now. No longer just addressing Olly. “All my life I have tried to be the good girl. I’ve tried to do the right thing. I’ve tried to play fair and be nice. I’ve tried to believe the best in every single one of you dumb motherfuckers. I have kept my mouth shut and my head down and I have worked hard. And where has that gotten me? Shit on by people like Olly and Faith. And still, no matter how many times I’ve chosen kindness when I needed someone to choose kindness towards me… all of you were way too fast to talk shit.”
Lucie grinned, picking up the tire iron and tapping it against her shoulder. “So let me introduce you to what a Callaway is really like.”
Turning back to Olly, she spat black mist and saliva into his face. “Starting with you… a little warm up so that Julian Savell knows what kind of warm Callaway welcome to expect in the ring.”
Somewhere in the distance there is shouting and commotion but Lucie doesn’t pay any attention as she turns the tire iron on Olly and starts swinging.
Overall, a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone involved, emotions that even now that the dust had settled, were still running strong backstage. Olly’s night hadn’t been the most memorable. The joy of eliminating APE and PCP in the Lights Out match quickly subsided as his team was defeated by their rivals from Valiant, the team of Aliyah and Annica Greene. Cherry on top, his partner’s son and Tiff won the gauntlet, and he could already hear Clyde bragging about it.
Pacing back and forth and cursing under his breath, Olly looked extremely nervous, clenching his fists and kicking the empty crates he found on his path. Despite the obvious red flags suggesting that it’d be better to stay out of his way, the newly hired backstage interviewer Jennifer Carter still decided to approach the former tag champion.
“Ol..”
“The fuck are you doing here?” He immediately cut her off. “Don’t tell me they hired you too.. I get it that Valiant closed and people lost their jobs but I didn’t take MWE for a charity company. First the Greenes, now you… What’s next, they’re planning to hire that weird fucker with the half facepaint too?”
Jenny tried to keep her composure and act professionally. First day on the new job, she didn’t want to give a bad first impression. “Well, technically Valiant is on hiatus, it’s not closed. But this is MWE and yes, I got a job as backstage interviewer. I can tell that you’re upset about your match but I was wondering if you could answer…”
“Upset? Do I look upset to you?” He interrupted her once again, raising the tone of his voice and looking at Carter with the eyes of a madman. “I’m not upset Jennifer, I’m fucking livid! Those two bitches came here and ruined everything. This was our night, the night K2O would take their rightful spot on top of the tag division. We beat APE, we beat PCP and we were this close to win the whole damn thing.” He showed how close they were to the camera by keeping his thumb and index at short distance. “Then those two showed up, attacked us from behind like the coward they are and stole our moment.”
Jennifer barely contained a smile. Because she found amusing how mad Olly was getting at Bad & Boujee showing up in MWE (in fairness, they heavily hinted at it in the days before Centum) and pinning them, of course. But also because she was getting the interview she wanted even though everything suggested that Olly would have bounced her off. And the best part was that she didn’t even have to ask any question. All she needed to do was to say something, touch the right buttons playing on Olly’s emotions and letting him talk.
“You said that you had the match won, and I’m not saying you’re wrong… But don’t you think you’re overlooking Tiff and Clyde? You still had to go through them to win the Gauntlet…”
Just like before, he interrupted the interviewer. “You’re talking like that was going to be a problem… Yeah, they beat the twins but only because we served them on a silver platter. Despite the two matches we had before that, despite their heinous attack from behind, we took the Greenes to the limit.” Jennifer opened her mouth to add something but Olly didn’t let her talk. “Against us, they didn’t stand a chance. See Jenny, Clyde is nothing but a keyboard warrior. He acts all tough behind a screen, in the safety of his room surrounded by posters of Faizah, Faith and other women he will never get. That’s where he belongs, not in a ring. And he knows it. He knows that I’m better than him, he knows that if he’s still wrestling, it’s because I’m allowing him to. Go watch our match, I was destroying him until Tiffany got involved. The time after that, in that tag match? I left him laying in a puddle of his own blood.”
“And don’t let me start on Tiffany Rollins. You’re all here praising her, saying that the Old Tiff is back… Bullshit. She’s still the scared little girl she was a few months ago. I’m living rent free in her head and she knows that I could make her life a living hell. She knows that she’ll never be as good as she was before, never half as good as Faith is. And the only reason people still have doubts about it, is because her crazy cunt aunt took out the rightful Cloud Gate champion.”
Speaking of the devil…
Lucie Callaway loomed behind him, tall and blonde and dressed for war in the knee high wrestling boots that had once belonged to her older sister Brytain Rollins. The spikes up the back of the boot had once been silver but over the course of Brytain’s long career they had tarnished with blood. She wore a black leather jacket and balanced across her thin shoulders was another family heirloom. Syn’s tire iron.
She smirks, tilting her head as Olly starts ranting about Tiff as though she’s trying to decide what she wants to do. She makes a face when Olly gets to “crazy cunt aunt” and it seems like that’s made her decision for her. She swings back with the tire iron and let’s it connect with one of Olly’s knees. She watches in satisfaction as he crumples to the ground.
Leaning over him,she accepts the mic from Jenny, holding it tightly as she looks down at Olly. “It’s just… disappointing, you know? That for all the blood I’ve shed for this company, for all the years I’ve put into this company… that Faith fucking Savell and whatever this is-” she gestures down at Olly. “Can make some shit up and have me pushed out of the Cloud Gate picture. And you know what I think is just the craziest shit out of all of this? That tabloids write messed up shit about people every single day and we all roll our eyes and move on and know that it’s probably not remotely true.”
Olly started to get up and Lucie kicked him once sharply in the ribs, dropping him back down to the floor. “Don’t be rude. I wasn’t done.”
She turned her attention back towards the camera, “So, we don’t believe tabloids and we don’t believe tabloids and then suddenly Faith Savell says let’s believe this one tabloid article about Lucie and suddenly everyone falls in line? She has that much power over you guys? When I have more talent in my left fucking buttcheek than she has in her whole body? Cool. Cool.”
The smirk turns cold as she gives Olly another kick. “Well, kids. If you want me to be the villain so goddamn bad that you’ll go to this length to make me the villain? I’ll lean into it. Faith Savell is never going to wrestle again and I did that.”
She taps the tire iron against Olly’s knee cap. “If I have to? I’ll put each and every person standing between me and my career on the shelf. Starting here. Starting with this fucking thing.” She tabs the tire iron a little harder against Olly’s knee cap. “Consider this my motherfucking villain era.”
The former Tag Team champion was obviously in pain, but he didn’t want to show it. And despite being with his back against the wall, he fought back, at least verbally. “I like how you’re trying to convince people that the rumors about you and your buddy being fucking psychopats by acting exactly like one.” Even in that situation, even after Lucie hit him once again with the tire iron, he laughed. “I ain’t surprised, that’s something that runs in the family… If only you could pass it to your niece as easily as you popped your last name on her… That would make things very interesting.”
Lucie rolled her eyes and prepared to shut the annoying young man up once and for all. But this time Olly was prepared, kicking the tire iron from Lucie’s grasp, far away from her grasp. Before she could react, he kicked her leg and forced her to one knee. At this point Jennifer had fled the scene already, but the cameras were still rolling.
“I’m still unsure if you’re really that dumb, Lucie, or if you’re only acting like one.” Raising his leg, he placed his boot to her face and pushed back. “Do you really think they suspend people based on a squabble between your boyfriend and some paparazzi?” Lucie looked up to him with fire in her eyes, but once again he kicked her down. “Maybe you can convince some of these people that you’re the victim here, shit, maybe you can convince yourself too.. But I know what Faith told Elsa, I know the real reason why you’ve been suspended. And this.. This is only confirming that she was r…”
Lucie snarled, not just at the accusation but at the audacity of the boot to her face. Her snarl grew more fierce when she reached up to wipe a smear of dirt off of her cheek.
But she wouldn’t be a Callaway without more than one trick up her sleeve and when Olly bent down to sneer those last words into her face he was met with the burn of black mist to his eyes. Lucie climbed to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I really think that Faith would say and do anything before letting the world know that I can beat her on her best day on my worst day. So if you’re asking me to shake in my boots because of whatever lie she told you and Elsa, I won’t.”
Lucie smirked down at him, black mist still clinging to her lips. “You’re used to riding on Savell coattails so I get why you think she and her little family are enough to insulate you from the repercussions of your words and your actions. But I’m a Callaway. And our pockets run deeper, our skills are unmatched and our hearts are blacker than any Savell could ever hope to touch.”
She jerked her head up, narrowing her eyes at the camera now. No longer just addressing Olly. “All my life I have tried to be the good girl. I’ve tried to do the right thing. I’ve tried to play fair and be nice. I’ve tried to believe the best in every single one of you dumb motherfuckers. I have kept my mouth shut and my head down and I have worked hard. And where has that gotten me? Shit on by people like Olly and Faith. And still, no matter how many times I’ve chosen kindness when I needed someone to choose kindness towards me… all of you were way too fast to talk shit.”
Lucie grinned, picking up the tire iron and tapping it against her shoulder. “So let me introduce you to what a Callaway is really like.”
Turning back to Olly, she spat black mist and saliva into his face. “Starting with you… a little warm up so that Julian Savell knows what kind of warm Callaway welcome to expect in the ring.”
Somewhere in the distance there is shouting and commotion but Lucie doesn’t pay any attention as she turns the tire iron on Olly and starts swinging.