Does it even fucking matter?

By: Valkyrie

Date: 6th Aug 2021

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>>> Date: Unknown <<<
>>> Location: Baton Rouge, LA <<<

>>> Off Camera <<<

 

She’d been tossing the idea in her head over and over for weeks now. No, that wasn’t true…

It had been months.

And right now, she felt she didn’t have any other choice.

She pulled her bike into a parking spot and sat there for a minute. 

“We really gonna do this, Robs?”

It was the question that she had been asking herself for the past few weeks. Ever since she made the decision.

“It’s just a back-up plan.”

She kept telling herself.

She looked up at the sign again and nodded lightly.

“It’s now or never.”

She pushed herself up off the bike and headed inside the office building. Once inside, she made her way over to the elevators and pressed the button to call one down to the first floor. While she waited, she pulled her phone out and began to go through pictures on it.

Months of pictures as she scrolled through them. Years passing by with the swipe of her thumb. She even had pictures on here from when she and Forge got married. 

It was the next picture that had her shutting her phone off and shoving it back into her kutte’s inner pocket.

The picture? The day that Shanna’s twins were born. And Forge was at the hospital to see them. The picture was of him holding a twin in each arm and smiling like the proud Papa he was. 

Yet another moment in her kids’ lives that she had missed.

She got into the elevator when it arrived and pressed the button for the fourth floor. As the doors closed, she caught a glance of herself in the mirrored metal.

“Keep your head about you with this.”

The mirrored version of her said to her. She scoffed at the reflection and snorted lightly.

“You can just fuck right off. I know what I’m doing.”

She shrugged slightly and looked down.

“Besides, it’ll be easier this way…”

A sharp laugh came from the reflection.

“Easier for whom? Cause you know it’s gonna piss him off.”

It was Robi’s turn to laugh sharply.

“Oh, like him going back to Mile High wasn’t a betrayal to me? To our marriage. I’m quite sure they all got a good fucking laugh out of that.”

She began to mimic her next actions.

“Oh, look at me! I’m going to betray my wife by going back to the company that fired her for no reason. Why? Cause I am MAN! RAWR!!”

The doors to the elevator opened and she straightened herself up before stepping out into the hall-way. She looked at the sign that pointed to the offices that she was looking for. Once she found the correct direction, she headed there.

Once at the doors to the office, she paused again.

“It’s not too late, Robs. You can turn away and forget you ever thought about this.”

She remained silent. Her hand poised towards the door.

“What’s it gonna be, Robs? Aye or Nay?”

 

>>> Date: 6 August 21 <<<
>>> Location: Somewhere in NYC <<<

>>> On Camera <<<

 

“They always say, ‘When one door closes, God opens a window somewhere.’”

“Well, I don’t believe in God. Never have. At least, not the Monotheistic version of God anyway. I’ll leave that to the Christians. Let them go around spewing their ‘End Times’ apocalypse bullshit on someone else’s time… Leave me the fuck out of it.”

“Back to my point…”

She moved to sit on a bench in a park somewhere and leaned over to plant her elbows on her knees. Letting her hands dangle in front of her.

“During a recent match I had, there was enough damage done to my hand that it ended my tattooing career. But, in doing that… It’s allowed me to turn my focus onto my wrestling career. See, I’ll be having surgery done in November.”

“But for now… For now I get to beat the shit out of any one I want. Anyone they throw in front of me.”

She looked up at the camera.

“Now, I know I’ve been lackluster lately. And honestly, I can’t blame anyone else for that. No one except myself.”

“But, I digress.. You see, the Norn may’ve closed the door on my tattooing career.. But they left the window open for my wrestling career.”

“And, it might not be today.. Or even tomorrow or the next day… But one day, I WILL have a belt around my waist.”

“Now, I don’t know much about either of you… But, does it really matter who you are?”

“I mean… Think about it. Outside of someone going, ‘Here’s your opponent for the next show!’, do you really give one fuck about me?”

“I can easily answer that…”

“No, you don’t. And you know why you don’t? Because I mean fuck all to your lives outside of the ring on that one night we’re put in a match against each other.”

She pushed up off her knees only to sit back against the bench. Arms crossed over her chest as she glanced around the park.

“I mean, do either of you give a fuck that I have kids? Nope. Do either of you care that I have grandkids? Nope. So, what the fuck’s the point of doing all of this? To prove we’re better than everyone? On what grounds?”

“The grounds of who makes a better video? The grounds of who sucked enough cock to get the pyrotechnics to pop off during their entrance. Do you really and truly give a fuck about the bullshit drama that’s going on in the locker rooms? Does it really affect your lives THAT much?”

“Cause it doesn’t mine. Then again… I hate pretty much everyone equally so I stay away from that bullshit.”

“I mean, who gives a fuck who’s fucking whose wife tonight? Who cares that Bobbi-Jo Young over there gave Mary Sue’s boyfriend a blow-job in the bathrooms at the last show.”

“Does it really matter in the overall scheme of things?”

“The answer you’re looking for is ‘NO!’.”

“No, it does NOT matter in the slightest. Why? Because that means your lives are bullshit drama free. Unless you’re the President of an MC then you have a whole different world of problems.”

She snorted a soft sardonic laugh.

“Believe me, I’ve been President of two different MCs.”

She pushed herself up to stand, popped her neck slightly and looked at the camera.

“All in all, Ladies… Let’s just do the damn thing. Let’s shovel out as much pain on each other as we can. If blood gets spilled… Hey! Bigger paycheck! Otherwise….”

She looked at the camera.

“Run.”

And as she turned her back toward the camera to walk away…

 

It goes black.