Austin - Aidan Carlisle vs Trixie

[Jana Rikar]

1 RP / 1750 Words
Deadline is 4/24 Noon EDT
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[Aidan Carlisle]

The world tilted as Aidan's foot hit where the hardwood met the tile. Her knees went to jelly. Muscles suddenly refused to work, even her lungs wouldn't obey. The understanding hit her in an instant, along with the floor. She wheezed, struggling to breathe, struggling to move. In one of the drawers, somewhere, which one was it?

She could barely haul herself up high enough to open the first of the drawers and look inside. Just potholders. Her hand fumbled blindly in the second, because she couldn't hold herself up anymore. Silverware. She looked at her own arm as she crawled toward the next drawer. If everything else wasn't a sure enough sign, the hives forming on her skin confirmed it; anaphylaxis.

“Come on!” her brain urged. Where had she stuck her damn epipen? She kept one in her purse at all times, but her purse was all the way upstairs. There was one in the top drawer in each of the bathrooms too, but she couldn't remember for the life of her—literally—which one of the dozen and a half drawers in the kitchen she'd stuck a spare in.

Her head was starting to spin. Her lungs burned. She could feel her throat starting to swell too. The room blurred as her eyes started to water. Rather than finding the next drawer when her hand groped blindly up at the counter, she managed to knock several of the empty bottles off instead. They shattered when they hit the tile.

The last bit of her strength sapped when her palm skidded on the glass as she tried to pull herself further toward the next counter. The floor was cold against her skin as she blinked to try to clear her vision. She wanted to keep moving, to keep looking, but her limbs weren't responding. Every breath was harder to draw than the last.

Had she still had the ability, she would have given a bitter laugh. Of all the ways she had dreamed she might die over the last few months, an allergic reaction wasn't it. That all alone part? Yeah, that was spot on. But the worst bit? She didn't even want to right now. She wanted the epipen. She wanted to be able to get to her phone and call for an ambulance. As much as the scene around her made it look like she was trying to drink herself to death, she really did want to keep on going.

The scene from so many months ago had replayed in Aidan's mind over and over all morning long. She was frozen on the couch in thoughtful repose. Her eyes were glued to the screen of her phone where it hung loosely in her hand. The incident had almost—almost—faded to the back of her mind with all that was going right in her life at the moment. But the message had been waiting for her when she woke up, there to drag it all back from a dark chapter she was trying to shut the door on.

“...may have found something about that card that almost killed you.”

T h e B i t c h B l o g

Listening To: “Lay My Body Down” – Rag'N'Bone Man
Eating: Mint Chip Halo Top
Feeling: Shiny and Chrome
From: The Citadel, Milwaukee

There are those fights that you look forward to because they will be a test, or because you appreciate what your opponent has to bring to the table. Fights like I had against Nora Harris. Then there are those fights you can't wait to have because you want to tear apart the person standing across the ring from you. Fights like the one I'm going to have against Trixie this week.

I've told you all countless times that I'm not a perfect person. I'm more Sinner than Saint, more Siren than Sylph. So it shouldn't drop any jaws when I say that I've been looking forward to beating Trixie into a pulp again for a long, long time.

Yes, you read that right; I'm looking forward to beating her into a pulp again. Trixie and I have already been in the ring together once before. It was a fateful night, the 11th of September last year. It was the night that I walked away with the first top-tier title of my professional career. But that night started with a Lethal Lottery Qualifying Match in which yours truly beat Trixie from post to post and smiled as I looked in her eyes and took away what she wanted so badly; her place in the three stage Main Event, which I went on to win.

After that Trixie spent all her time screaming and throwing a tantrum about how I'd taken something from her, blah blah blah. She showed EOW and the fans what an unhinged—but ultimately pathetic and harmless—stalker she was. You see, leading up to that first Livewire she had tricked herself into thinking she actually stood a chance and took exception when reality didn't play into her fantasy.

If I hadn't been the one to shatter her illusion, then she would have done the same to whomever it was that had. Trixie would have hurled blame and played the victim and grasped blindly for any excuse at all because she can't admit that the reason she is a failure lies squarely on her own shoulders. She needed to claim that I unfairly took something from her rather than acknowledge that she just couldn't hack it. Truthfully, though? I suppose I probably did take something from her.

Not the EOW Heavyweight Championship, of course. She had less of a chance at even making it to the Main Event than a snowflake has of surviving in Hell. What I did take from her, though, was that last bit of pride she was somehow clinging to, and along with it I took away that cushy little fantasy she was living in. I took away the bubble gum and rainbows and exposed her to the harsh reality of the world where predators like me eat little sheep like her alive. I took away a little something—or someone—else she wanted too, but that's a story for another time.

Now things have come full circle and once again I have the chance to take away her shot at a Championship, which I happen to already be in possession of. The stipulations say that if Trixie beats me this week, she gets a spot in the title match in Odessa along with whoever wins the Main Event in Austin. Let's face the facts, shall we? The stipulation is nothing but a little set dressing designed to light a fire under Trixie and see if she can do something other than be entirely underwhelming. There's only going to be a one-on-one match in Odessa and Trixie will still be coveting what she'll never get her hands on.

How does it feel, Trixie, knowing that I have walked in and in one night taken the company's top prize and left you empty handed not once, but twice? First in EOW, and now here in Defiant. The first time I knocked you out of the running in the qualifying match and left you in a broken heap. This time someone wasn't up to the task and you got through to the Savannah Street Fight. You were that much closer to the mark, only to come up short again and watch as I was handed the Championship that I earned by being better than the rest.

How inadequate is that one-dimensional, vacuous, d-list bimbo you see in the mirror every day? Are you still trying to convince yourself that you have the slightest chance against me in Austin, or have you accepted the inevitable? Knowing you, it's probably the former. Hell, maybe you've even blocked out what happened in EOW entirely so that you don't have to admit to yourself what an embarrassment you are. Whether or not you've forgotten or hidden it, I haven't. And I'll make sure no one else does either.

You've got the talent, personality, and utility of a used blow up doll. I've seen geriatric sloths that have better ring skills. The pimple-faced pubescent kid handing out water and towels backstage contributes more to Defiant than you ever will. He has a better chance of making it to the top than you do too. The only thing about you that has ever impressed me is the depth of your delusion.

Watching you beat Summer to make it into the Savannah Street Fight was good for a laugh, I'll give you that. So I suppose that means I can't quite say you've got nothing going for you. Hell, you being on screen or in the ring is generally a chance for the audience to take a piss break, so you've got that too. This time, though, you're up against me, so the fans will actually watch you flop around like a dead fish and pretend it's wrestling. You can thank me later, perhaps when you finish recovering from our match and no longer have to drink through a straw.

I'd say I hope you know what you're in for, Trixie, but I really don't. I want you to believe you can do it. I want you to think that you'll get a title shot by beating me Wednesday. Watching the disappointment fill your face and the reality of just what a piss poor excuse for a wrestler you are set in will be so much more rewarding than seeing you give up and accept your fate.

Regardless, this match will end only one way: with my hand in the air and my music playing and my name being called out. Meanwhile you'll be where you always are; flat on your back trying to catch a glimpse of the top from down there at the bottom of the barrel you can never escape. You aren't just another fish in the sea or another cog in the machine. You're the cast off slag puddling up under the parts that actually work, the sludge on the ocean floor made up of everyone else's refuse collecting where the light doesn't reach.

I am the Alpha, and you are the Omega. I am the Champion, and you're a glorified punching bag. I am at the front of the pack, and in Austin you're going to be my bitch once again.

[trixie]

UNIVERSITY OF TEXAS AT AUSTIN - TEXAS - APRIL 24TH

We open to Trixie standing before row after row of students who have come to the guest lecture on opportunity. Trixie stands just outside of the room, putting in her pocket a small necklace with a T pendant before she goes to into the room, her heels bang against the solid floor as she commands the attention of the room and puts on the microphone headpiece. Trixie collects the remote and begins the slideshow. The first slide just features one word.

TRIXIE:
"Opportunity…"

Trixie says letting there be a brief pause so she can start to hear some murmurs from students before clicking to the next slide. On it is the image of the Odessa Thunderdome logo, with smoke flying pass the skull as Trixie sees a few boys have been captivated by the logo, ready to take their attention by walking in front of the desk, clearly not reading off the screen or notes.

TRIXIE:
"That, boys and girls, is what is ahead of me. The Thunderdome. Something Aidan Carlisle has glossed over but I feel you all deserve to know full well about. As a champion, not the defiant champion…yet…It is my duty to make sure you're all informed of."

Click. The next slide just features one word that isn't regarding the end of May or a match type, simply a loction.

TRIXIE:
"Odessa."

Now comes in an image, the main event fatal four way of TNT featuring the four. Trixie and Aidan and then finally the Defiant Title all to form a square as they rest. Trixie looks back as Odessa bleeds into the slide underneath and finally she turns around to use the red dot feature on the remote to shine at the top four people in the four way.

TRIXIE:
"That is destination Trixie. That is where Patrick, Heidi, Nora and Max, one of those people are going to be guaranteed a match against her."

Trixie gives a plucky smile, reaching into her pocket to feel the pendant in her pocket as a comfort, as a symbol of who she was and when she started to become the success she was, a double champion, a potential darc duos champion and well enough to hang with Jan as her partner, verteran. She takes a look at the screen of Trixie in a rare picture of her first ever debut in, funny enough, Texas. Headband on her, a glittery, natural make up with a plucky smile coming down to the ring, for the first time ever embracing the fans with a glimmer in her eye that has her hooked to the goosebumps and thrill of all eyes on her.

TRIXIE:
"But for me? The girl who Aidan has met before, WAAAYY before my rise to stardom outside of the Defiant walls. This beautiful blonde girl doesn't have it easy, nope, I never do. I have to earn my place against the champion….opportunity."

Trixie says as she clicks from the slide with just that very word on it to an animated loop of Aidan from Layafette, hitting the turnbuckles chest first and falling down onto her back alongside another animated loop of footage, this one of Trixie rolling up Coral after she stops herself hitting exposed turnbuckle and scoring the three count. Opportunity them both in a bright font as just a very spooky coincidence of action from the same show but a clear pseudo message to the students

TRIXIE:
"A perfect chance to wobble Aidan's reign here and I can bet you know she's already run my name to the gutter and devalued me as a wrestler. It's what she does and it is a huge mistake. Her perception of me lies when we were in EOW."

Trixie shows the room her EOW profile picture and doesn't hide her record. 0 Wins. Just to show them what had changed and the two titles on the desk, EWC's Indy Title and So-Cal Ultraviolent's TV Title, were standing accolades that Trixie had gone under a real metamorphosis. Back in EOW, she was about enhancing herself into the world of glitz and glamour, movie roles but the girl walking and talking had been bitten by the wrestling bug and that same addiction she had for the attention was pleasantly out of control with Trixie wrestling wherever she can, and those places had either given her a title she was seizing or were on her schedule to win. ECWF: US Title, DARC Duos Title, DARC Junior Pro Championship all appear as token reminders she was in demand and wanted to be their champion but they careen off the slide for the big Defiant Championship.

TRIXIE:
"Oh how I've grown. I've totally expanded the Trixie brand since then. I'm Ultraviolent TV champion, Indy Champion. Those accolades mean something and I will come at Aidan Carlisle with a new Trixie she's never experienced. I'm tenacious, I'm hunting the gold and I've found a gem here in Defiant I want. I've shown, like Aidan, that Coral Rose was not up to my level. Aidan will try to bad mouth me just like Coral did, I don't need to hear it. I'm presenting you facts because this is totally an establishment of education, and as I look out on you today, I see one girl who deserves to be here for this lecture."

The picture shows Aidan Carlisle with a direct quote. "Trixie isn't in my sights for the moment" from her match with Nora. Trixie's smile just says it all, loving how, now, Aidan had to have her sights on nothing but her and it, again was something that drove her passion for the business, though she hadn't ever said it too directly anyone could have seen how much she was enjoying it. The sport and the attention, but a confident shift of her weight to her other foot, as she could predict, like Coral, Aidan will run her mouth and undermine Trixie as she has done before, Trixie no longer lived in EOW era, she stood ready to defy.

TRIXIE:
"Aidan needs to understand the facts. I'm working myself hard to be the best. I've been doing that in the huge time difference between EOW and Defiant. I've done more and wrestled more than Aidan has and in that time boys and girls, experience….experience in spades. Aidan Carlisle hasn't been able to be defeated by anyone…yet. Aidan Carlisle beat me in a multi-person match, not one on one. One on one in Defiant, boys and girls…we haven't lost those matches. So come April 26th, what you need to do is get yourself to that show and see a more in your face lecture about…."

Click as Trixie goes to the last slide of her presentation from a slide featuring her, Aidan and the TNT logo as well as the April 26th with a long WEDNESDAY underneath, Austin Texas underneath it to the concluding slide with one word.

TRIXIE:
"Opportunity."

Trixie ends with a round of applause from the crowd. Hearing it as she stands there to be defy the champion and her prematch thoughts on Trixie, to shake up the world around Carlisle and win the opportunity ahead of her. A triple threat instead of one on one was going to be a challenge but Trixie, among the applause she soaks in was the one seat reserved for Aidan Carlisle, she stares off at intently as it is set way in the back as a symbolic reminder to Trixie of how far she had come.