“Facing mediocrity..”

By: Miss Michelle

Writing Prompt: No

Date: 21st Nov 2021

No! No! 

Not to a moronic, derelict in a stupid ass Dinosaur mask!

This can’t be happening. This is not how this was supposed to go! 

Why? HOW?!

They were rolling around on the mat, trading blows back and forth. She didn’t even remember her shoulders being down on the mat!

This doesn’t make any sense.

She sat in the corner of the room with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her hair is in disarray, makeup is a mess and still in her ring gear. She is very visibly upset and trying to figure out what happened, what went wrong. She dropped her head down onto her arms, staring at the concrete floor.

 Seventy-nine days she held that belt. Eleven weeks. ONE THOUSAND, EIGHT HUNDRED AND NINETY-SIX HOURS! 

And he just took it. He took it without any regard to how it would make her feel. He stole it like a prehistoric jackass!

I hate him.. I fucking hate him. He better hope I never see his ugly reptilian face again. 

This is all Saharas fault, she can never do anything right! If only she would have slit his fucking throat before tossing his lizard ass overboard, none of this would have ever happened!

Not only am I going to fuck him up – but I’m gonna fuck her up, too!

All it takes is one.. one laced oxy..

She chuckled a little bit as she straightened out her legs in front of herself before pressing her hands into the hard, cement floor to push herself up into a standing position. 

What? I didn’t say I was going to kill her, just fuck her up real good for a while..

Dave, on the other hand.. that slimy backed bitch is gonna get..

Hey Michelle, look what I found at the concession stand..

She turned towards the door of the locker room to see Poptart walking through the door with a Dave the Dinosaur mask over his head. 

Isn’t this shit cool? Why the fuck do they sell dinosaur masks at a wrestling event? Must have been leftover from that Jurassic Park interactive exhibit.. he said.

He had no idea how irritated she was or even why. She was seething, trying to hold her composure but it was hard, she couldn’t take her eyes off of the stupid fucking mask. It’s like it was taunting her, laughing at her and finally when she couldn’t take anymore she let out a scream that was more ear piercing than any dinosaur screech – in fact, the decibel hit so high that it almost became one of those sounds only a dog could hear.. 

And then she leapt.. she leapt into the air and literally flew across the room, landing on top of him. 

He tried to get away but it was too late. She was wailing on him, left and rights flying at his stupid alligator face.

Hey! What the fuck! STOP! He screamed, he yelled and he tried his best to get out from underneath her but she just wouldn’t stop. She had snapped! 

He didn’t want to hit her, he knew he’d catch hell for it later with Brandon but what else was he supposed to do? He cocked his left arm back and threw it forward, his fist connecting with her jaw knocked her backwards and she fell off of him. She brought her hand up to her mouth and as he tried to get up she jumped back on top of him, this time throwing her head forward and catching his face with a sickening headbutt that caused his head to not only snap back onto the concrete but for the mask to come off.

The headbutt made her a little dizzy, but she shook the cobwebs and looked down to see herself sitting across the chest of Poptart. He laid there, his nose obviously broken and bleeding from that headbutt. She sighed hard and shook her head before standing up. 

Walking out of the locker room, she brushes shoulders with Brandon, who was headed into the locker room. She didn’t even look at him and he could tell she was not in a good mood and decided not to say anything to stop her as she walked away. He stepped into the locker room to find his best friend now in a seated position on the floor, dinosaur mask beside him and blood trickling down his face. 

What the fuck happened in here? Brandon asked.

Poptart threw his hands up in the air, shrugged his shoulders and circled his finger around his ear to indicate she was a little crazy. 

I guess she doesn’t like dinosaurs, man.

Brandon stood there and shook his head.

A bit later..

What the hell was he thinking? Its almost like he doesn’t have a brain at all, did he expect me to be happy to see the stupid mask? He can’t honestly be that stupid, to think the mask was left from the Jurassic Park exhibit, could he? He fucking knows Dave! He has to have seen him around..

Maybe he didn’t know I lost my Bronx Championship to Dave? Hell I didn’t know I lost, I still don’t even know how I lost. The ref must have been dirty..

Yeah, that must be it..

It has to be.

She sat in the bedroom of her home, in front of a mirror and brushing her wet blonde locks.

I mean, I beat a long list of people better than Dave. I was the best fucking Bronx Champion there ever will be.

No one will be a better champion than I was.

I’m the best champion that belt has and will ever see..

I promise you that. The INAUGURAL and BEST Bronx Division champion in history and she’s moving on, baby.

But I guess it has to get worse before it gets better. I know you’re probably asking yourself how it can get any worse, right? Well now I have to face Tara, that’s how. The hits keep coming man, I swear. 

But it’s fine..

Everything will be fine. 

I will fix everything. 

She sat the brush down onto the top of the vanity and took a deep breath in. She stared into her own eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

I’m actually relieved to be rid of that belt. It took me a little while to realize and come to terms with losing it, but now I understand that it was all for the best and that I did a good thing by allowing Dave to win it. 

Yeah, I was upset before but I had a long ride home and a long time to be alone with my thoughts and I have realized that this is actually a really good thing, for me anyways.  

I guess it’s a good thing for Dave too, but who really gives a shit about Dave? Not me.

I know everyone is probably thinking ‘isn’t there anybody better’ that I could have given the belt to? And you are all right, but, and this may come as a shock to you all, I am a giver. I love giving to the less fortunate, and I most certainly couldn’t turn down a chance to make a little boy’s dreams come true.. and I didn’t need the make a wish foundation to do it either. 

Hear me out, I know Dave isn’t physically a child but mentally he’s like five.  And that’s okay! I fully understand that sometimes during sex things go wrong and sometimes a little bit runs down and out. That doesn’t mean we don’t care about Dave though! 

And look at him now, officially a comeback story! A true ‘started from the bottom, now he’s here.’ I’m super proud of him and how far he has managed to make it, but that doesn’t mean I won’t change my mind later. I still might come back and snatch my shit back just as easily as I let it go. 

Watch your back, Dave.”

She stood up from the vanity and turned around as Brandon came walking in, dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and no shirt, his skin glistening under the lights from sweat.

Did you have a good work-out? She asked.

It was alright. Poptart was definitely useless after you kicked his ass though. He responded with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. 

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. She said, Besides, I barely touched him.”

Yeah well because you barely touched him he had to take a break to stop his nose from bleeding again.” 

She stepped up close to him and rose up on her toes to give him a kiss before pressing herself into his bare chest and playing with the waistband of his sweatpants. 

So are you going to waste your break talking about him or would you rather use it to fuck me?

Sorry babygirl..” he said with a smirk. I just can’t fuck someone who lost to a dinosaur.

She stepped back and looked at him as he shrugged his shoulders. She shook her head and shoved him backwards onto the king sized bed behind him. Tossing the towel she had wrapped around her naked body to the side, she crawled up onto the bed and him with her legs straddling over his lower half..

Thats fine, you don’t have to fuck me.” She said as she leaned forward, kissing his neck and chest..I’ll fuck you.”

He laid back, bringing his arms up behind his head as she continued to kiss her way down his chest and stomach, stopping at the waistband of his pants. She grabbed hold of them, giving them a little tug downwards as the scene faded out.. for now.

The next day..

She sat in the den with a cup of coffee. Her back facing the lit fireplace and sweet little Ezra laying just inches away from her, enjoying some tummy time.

Its kind of weird to be booked in a match and not have to worry about defending the belt though. I don’t even remember the last time I had to do that, but whatever.  As soon as I get through Tara this week, I can move on towards my next goal..

She smiled as she watched her sweet boy roll around and discover all the new things around him.

I don’t even really know anything about Tara, and to be fair, I really don’t care to. I hear things and I have seen a few things but honestly nothing that really worries me about having to step into the ring with her.

I mean, I beat her sister with ease, I can’t imagine the ending being any different this week. I know Jennie and Tara are two different people and I know I can’t judge Tara based on Jennies abilities, but I’m just saying.. they share DNA – they can’t be that different!

I know it’s rare to see a family come along with two losers in it, but here we are.

She took a sip from the Central Perk coffee cup and smiled as she watched a tiny fluff ball of a kitten enter the room. Ezra’s eyes lit up and he let out cute little baby laughs as he watched the little black kitten.

These days, I swear, it honestly feels like I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel. Like, I understand that everyone deserves a moment – everyone deserves a chance to feel like they’re something special, to feel like they can accomplish things so long as they set their minds to it. But I just feel like we’re rewarding mediocrity around here. 

We just allow these people to waltz into Fight all willy-nilly, living on clout that they achieved in some hole in the wall promotion and treat them like gods. Why? Just because they said they were any good, because they said they were worth a damn? I ain’t buying it.

Other than the charity cruise, when was the last time you heard the name Tara Fenix? When was the last time she did anything worth a damn?

Wait a minute.. am I being punished? Am I just a joke now? 

No.. that can’t be it. The Queen can’t be a joke. I’ve done and been through way too much to be a joke. 

They must be sick and tired of these overrated newcomers and need me to put them in their places.. yeah, that’s probably it.

Tara, when was the last time people spoke highly of you? When is the last time anybody said anything about you at all? That’s one difference between you and I, Tara. People talk about me. Good or bad, I create a buzz. Everyone wants to know what the Queen is doing.

Its been a long while since I’ve referred to myself by my long earned moniker, but that doesn’t mean that a damn thing has changed. People have claimed that I was ridiculous to even insinuate such a thing and that I was nothing more than a mere peasant – funny. Hilarious actually. But I am not the only one who refers to myself as the Queen. When people speak of me, professionally or just socially they will remark that I am the Queen. 

What do people say when they talk about you, Tara?

NOTHING.

No one really talks about you, no one cares about you. Not one person mentions your name just because. People only talk about you when they have to. What have you contributed to this business, other than a shitty cruise? You don’t mean shit to this business. Just another ring rat who’s already had too much air time.

But that ends this week..

She reached over grabbing the baby seat from the corner, and set it up in front of her. Grabbing sweet little Ezra up from the carpet, she kissed his little face before snuggling him for a moment. She sat him into the seat and buckled him in for safety. 

Trixie, the kitten walked over and rubbed her little head and body against Ezra’s feet that hung just slightly over the seat, causing a giggle from the infant. 

She sure had come a long way in her life and career. Sure she had her ups and downs but she wouldn’t trade a single one of them because each and every mistake made her the person she is today. Not only that but they also helped to shape her life into the one she has now, the one she wouldn’t trade for anything. 

For the longest time she hated her life and everything about it. She hated that she had been lied to as a child, and told she was someone other than who she really was. And then she hated who she found out she was. Related to the biggest jackass this company had ever seen.. being the little sister to Damon Riggs was something she wished she had never learned.

Not anymore.  Maybe becoming a mom changed her mind, but she realized that there wasn’t anything more important than family- even if that family was Damon Riggs.. 😒

Everyone is out here talking about children’s stories and what they meant to them, but honestly there wasn’t a better story than the story of her.. 

And she’s not finished writing it.