Post by "Ginger Ninja" Molly Hatchet on Nov 20, 2022 17:40:05 GMT -5
The location shoots for The Stand In were finished and after a lovely flight back on Kayfabe Airlines ( On 1st class no less!) it was time for the drive from the Orlando International Airport to home. My old Buick rumbles softly down the highway in the early evening. I felt a hand gently gripping my thigh and I smile to the lovely ray of sunshine to my left, Valkyrja Lindstrom. With hair as red as mine and skin almost as freckled, I knew that we were any man’s dream but she was mine. It’s true what they say, redheads will bewitch you, even if you’re one too. It was a shame I had to spend so much time focusing’ on the road. Val fiddles a bit with the radio, but gets no luck as the old receiver was practically on it’s last legs.
“Why do you drive this old car,” Val says.
“She still runs,” I replied simply.
“But why don’t you buy something a bit newer and better?”
I shrug my shoulders.
“If it does the job, why get rid of it? This old girl has done me well and I’ve alot of fond memories in this car, even a couple in the backseat with you,” I say with a naughty grin.
“Memories are fine, but the heater barely works, the power seats move forward so slowly, the trunk sticks, and you have to do that weird trick to open the driver door. Seems more trouble than it’s worth, ja?”
I was actually getting a bit annoyed at this because this car is my baby, my first and only. Why would I want another car? It makes no sense to replace something that isn’t completely dead yet.
“It’s my car and I wanna’ keep it and drive it!” I snapped just a bit.
Val doesn’t even flinch, just nods her head and looks back out the window.
“Ja jag förstår.”
Suddenly, the car shudders and all the lights on my dash light up.
“Oi fuck!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ll have ta’ pull o’er!”
“That’s not good!”
I notice an old abandoned strip mall just off the highway and pull off to find a spot to park.
“Du höll på att säga, älskare?” she says with a little snicker.
“Shut it…” I mutter embarrassed as the car suddenly dies right there under a single working street light.
I pop the hood and poke around, using a flash light from the old tool to check things over but fuck me if I know what’s wrong. I try a few more times to crank the car up and it just won’t start. So I call my auto insurer for roadside assistance. Unfortunately it’ll be many hours before anyone can come pick us up where we are. Defeated, I flop down in the driver’s seat to wait, fuming with arms crossed over my chest.
“So let us make the best of it, ja?” Valkyrja says, inching her way into my lap.
I mean what the fuck else where we going to do? Just as our lips meet though, I had a thought and stop her in mid advance.
“Oh that’s right… tha’ next competition is offerin’ up a car fer first place! What if I win it?”
Val thinks about it for a moment.
“Ja, that would be nice. It is some pretty truck they are offering.”
“Aye… we’ve got that camera too! I have an idea!”
“I think my idea and your idea of what to use the camera for are two different things, älskare,” she says with a little humm in her throat.
“Temptin’ but I’m gettin’ inspired… let’s shoot a video about it on this car and use my MP3 player! It’ll be grand!”
Val leans forward and nibbles gently in my ear, then whispers softly, “Ok, but when this is through, we’re making more memories in that backseat, ja…”
“Ja love… ja ja… jaaaa…” I say between kisses upon her lips…
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I sit upon the hood of my car, a four-door Buick Regal that’s older than I am, but has served me well as it was the first car I ever bought. A dark green, dented and beat up, decent on gas for it’s age but it’s never failed not even once on any road trip I’ve been on. Alone I stare up at the stars as I often like to do, sporting some green cargo pants, black boots, and an old black hoodie jacket that’s oh so comfortable. Music plays through the car speakers in this empty parking lot, a lamp above shining down on the Ginger Ninja below it.
“What am I thankful for?” I begin, “The good people I’ve in me life, a lover who un’erstands and makes me happy and I her in return, me health and wellbein’ as good as it is despite all tha’ shite I’ve put it through. Fer havin’ a livelihood despite havin’ pissed it down tha’ drain more than a couple times. Most of all? I’m thankful ta’ be alive fer tha’ first time in tha’ short span of me life.”
Dark memories haunt me as they often do when I even think of the horrible times in my life, childhood, and all the things that made me think I’d have been better off dead. That brief flash of sadness in my eye hard to hide, I know. I clasp my hands behind my head to form a little pillow against the windshield of the old car I rest upon.
“Aye, I’d lamented this gift of life I had fer tha’ longest time, only able to see misery broken up by brief, fleeting moments of happiness. I’ve made no secret of me childhood, tha’ alcoholism I resorted to ta’ cope with it, and tha’ destruction I wrought upon meself constantly because of those factors. Twas ne’er an excuse yeah… I just want it ta’ be known that I ne’er used it as a crutch or said this is why I do what I do. I made tha’ choices I made and suffered for ‘em as I should’ve.”
I sit up, drawing a knee in and wrapping my arms around that leg, loosely clasping my tattooed wrist. Seeing the candy tattoos and swirls on the arm always brought a little smile to my face, wistful though it may seem to anyone watching. Most of the ink I wear has a story and it was largely something that amused me in some way. No bad memories are left etched on this flesh of mine.
“Too many get caught up in their own pain and I tried ta’ be tha’ exception to that all me life. Unfortunately in tha’ game of misery there’s no exceptions. It dinnae’ work out that way, but when I finally took it head on, I started ta’ see a better tomorrow as a result. I stopped disappearin’ into me vices and goin’ around like a drunk harlot tryin’ ta’ fuck, fight, and drink me pain away. All it did was cause me even more pain. Ye’d think I was addicted ta’ bein’ a miserable cunt.”
I chuckle sadly because it might even be a bit true.
“I spent so many years lyin’ to meself, sayin’ I was fine and dandy, that I just liked ta’ party and have a good time and granted, there were some good times. If it was all misery, I wonnae’ even have done any of tha’ things I did, but fer each grand fun moment, there were times where I was face down in a gutter, blowin’ my guts out on tha’ pavement or wakin’ up in a bed or on a random hotel floor covered in someone else’s fluids and not knowin’ how tha’ hell I got there.”
Oi, those were the worst… I shiver with disgust at the thought of those times.
“I am so very thankful that I pulled meself outta’ that life, that I have somethin’ ta’ be truly and utterly happy for. Been sober now fer o’er a year and a half and it’s been grand ta’ actually see all tha’ things around me I’ve been missing because I was drunk and fucked up high on whatever I could get me hands on… That I’m not anesthetizin’ meself anymore. I can feel and see and enjoy e’erythin’ like it was meant to be and… yeah I’m happy. I’m truly happy.”
I can’t stop the tears as I bare this old soul in a young body.
“No one should e’er have ta’ go through what I’d been through as a child. I was tortured simply because me father was not me father… because me mother made a mistake and her husband was an absolute bastard, because tha’ man tha’ bedded her dinnae’ stick ‘round ta’ see what fruits he bore or try ta’ do tha’ right thing. Fuck ‘em both I say, fer they made this mess that’s me and I’m gonna’ survive and thrive ta’ spite ‘em both in memory.”
A shake of my head followed by a scoff and a spit on tha’ pavement says it all.
“I’m thankful to’ve ne’er met me real father because I’d fuckin’ rip his bloody ball bag off and feed it to him fer bein’ tha’ dumb fuckwit that dinnae’ wear a condom and condemned me and me mother ta’ a fate some would argue as worse than death. I only know that he was a red haired Welshman and a sailor and I say keep sailin’ tha’ waves. I just hope I donnae’ have any half-brothers or sisters out there because ya’ cannae’ keep yer dick in yer pants, dad!”
I give the bird to the heavens above.
“FUCK YOU, DAD!!!”
Yeah, I’m angry and bitter at that, but what can you do? I just shake my head, propping a forearm on the knee and looking down at my other foot. At least I’ve nice boots on.
“I’m grateful and thankful fer a new lease on life, fer Uprising ta’ grant me tha’ chance that it has, tha’ title shot I earned against me best friend and Uprising Champion, Griffin Hawkins, even if I’m frustrated because I got no idea what’s goin’ on half tha’ time and feel like my direction’s been all o’er tha’ place. I mean at one point I was ready to just bail because I couldnae’ keep up with it anymore and I was tryin’ me best.”
Fingers run through my hair as I give the freckled scalp beneath it a little scratch. Was my scalp actually freckled? Fuck if I know, I just like to think I’m all freckles head to toe alot.
“Tis a dream come true. I got to not only team up with a legendary friend like Griffin, but I also get ta’ face him fer tha’ biggest prize I’d e’er gone fer. Another issue with me wrestlin’ career was that because I was so drunk and high all the time, I was considered unreliable.”
Here comes the sadness again. Fuck, what is this, the cry parade? Well at least I’m not fucking blubbering like a baby. Just a little moisture in my eyes that I wipe away as quickly as it comes.
“Aye, I remember one company havin’ a bettin’ pool that they’d find me dead from an o’erdose in a hotel room. Imagine how fucked up that is ta’ hear one day, ‘Oi, that Ginger bitch ain’t dead? Fuck! I’m out twenty quid!’ I was like, ‘I’m right fuckin’ here!’ and they were like, ‘oooooh… this is awkward!’ Yer bloody fuckin’ right it’s awkward!”
I roll my eyes with a little chuckle and a head shake.
“I spent a long time blamin’ other people fer me problems and I’d just tell more lies to meself that it wasnae’ me fault that I’d ne’er been a world champion. I’m tha’ only one responsible fer tha’ successes and failures I’ve had in life. It all falls upon me and I can point fingers all day long, but that solves nothing for anyone, especially me.”
I scoot up the hood a bit and lean back on the windshield a bit, staring up at the stars once more.
“No, ye’ve got to have a little faith is all… and I’m not talkin’ tha’ kind ya’ have in God or someone, but faith in yerself, what yer doin’, and that if ye’ work hard enough that you can do anythin’ ya’ want. Tha’ only thing stoppin’ you is you. If yer ta’ succeed, ya’ first have ta’ get outta’ yer own way. That’s no easy task.”
My face lights up with a little smile as the words hit me. It’s kind of funny to me.
“If ye’ can do that? Then it’ll take worlds ta’ stop ye’ and even then, when ya’ve that kind of power to beat back tha’ ego and pride, that’ll be a tall order. Like Journey once said, donnae’ stop believin’... hold on to tha’ feelin’ and everythin’ will be alright.”
The smile fades as I continue to share my thoughts openly.
“I may win and I may lose, but so long as I ne’er lose sight of tha’ goal and keep tryin’ and believin’ I can and I will achieve it yeah. Just like tha’ World Series of Wrestlin’ here… yeah there was a moment I’d lost meself and was unsure. I’ve hung by a thread and been at the top here and there in these competitions we’ve had. I mean this entire moment here, is part of it as well.”
My eyes lower and I look at the dull green hood of my old traveling companion.
“I look at the old, chipped, and oxidized paint of this old car, each pit and dent a memory and e’ery bit a part of her character. I call this car tha’ Jade Falcon. As I said before, she’s served me well and only because I am a sentimental wee lass, I still drive her across tha’ country. I even had her transmission and drivetrain replaced, tha’ engine rebuilt twice, all kinds of parts cobbled on to replace ‘em as they wore out and she still runs as fine as tha’ day I got her.”
I run my fingertips over the hood with a little wistful smile. So many memories… so many wonderful adventures.
“The seats of this car has seen some famous arses in the passenger seat… World champions, tag team partners, friends in the sport, and so on and donnae’ get me started on tha’ fun times I’ve had in tha’ back seat.”
A bright, naughty little laugh escapes my lips as I point a thumb at the infamous back seat.
“Aye… this car is very special to me, but It’s been a long time comin’ that I retire tha’ old girl. She’s done enough service and it’s time fer her ta’ relax somewhere nice and get some proper love and affection fer all tha’ times she’s given me. Tha’ thing is, I need another set of wheels while she gets fixed up and I’ve tha’ opportunity ta’ get meself a new set of wheels fer free.”
On this face comes a cheeky grin as I slide down the hood, putting one foot to the ground while propping the other on the bumper.
“I dinnae’ know Kayfabe Airlines was gettin’ into tha’ automotive business, but what they’ve shown is a lovely pearlescent purple and blue truck that looks like somethin’ straight outta’ Cyberpunk, yeah. The AXT Griff… which would be kind of funny if I won it and me and Griffin went on a little road trip to our next show with it.”
I snicker at the thought of Griff in a Griff, rocking out and playing air guitar to whatever thing comes on my radio. That’d amuse me to no end. Then again I’m easily amused. Tell a dirty joke and I’ll go off in mad laughing fits, filthy wee lass that I am!
“There’s only one way I’m ta’ win it and that’s by doin’ tha’ absolute best I can and I will. I aim ta’ bring tha’ biggest fight of me life not just fer a free car but because I wanna’ win this one. I wanna’ be number one in somethin’ in life and this is me only chance to do just that.”
With a lift of my head up, I look back to the stars once again, smiling because the night sky is so beautiful this time of year.
“Ya’ know what I see when I look up at tha’ stars? Some would say it’s lights from billions of years ago just making it to our eyes, but what I see is endless possibilities. Anythin’ can happen when ye’ believe. Some will say they want tha’ car fer braggin’ rights, others will say it’s because they deserve it, while me? I’m willing to work my arse off fer tha’ win. It’s not about tha’ car, it’s about provin’ me worth against tha’ very best in tha’ world!”
I clap my hands together loudly for emphasis, tha’ slap of skin echoing through the empty parking lot.
“And I largely have, haven’t I? I mean just look at tha’ company I’m keepin’ in this competition. I’m in tha’ top twenty in tha’ World Series of Wrestling! TOP TWENTY! Holy fuckin’ balls yeah? Raion Kido, Peter Vaughn, Vhodka Black, Regan Voorhees, Tha’ Comedian Allen Chaney, Xavier Lux, Sarah Wolf, Shawn Warstein, Dionysus, Lex Collins… I mean that’s some top notch competition ta’ find yerself rubbin’ elbows with and ta’ even have tha’ nerve ta’ stand up to ‘em and say, OI FUCKERS! I’M BEATIN’ YE’ BACK AND TAKIN’ THAT BLOODY CAR!!!”
The giddy little chuckle escaping my lips might’ve been a little bit of nerves and a little bit of realization of how impossible this all seems to me.
“I mean I’ve always had a high opinion of meself, but ta’ be able ta’ deliver each event, stay in tha’ runnin’ with these headliners is just somethin’ that if ye’ told fresh off tha’ boat sixteen year old twenty-ten me that I’d be hangin’ with tha’ best wrestlers in tha’ world today, she’d be like, ‘Oh fuck off ya’ daft twat! There’s no bloody way!’ and I would love ta’ be able ta’ go back in time, slap her in tha’ face, tell her ta’ get her act together because it’ll get better!”
Methinks this heart to heart has gone on long enough. I look directly into the camera lens one last time being held by my lovely Valkyrja hanging out in a tree while holding a camera so patiently. Twas her idea to shoot it this way so who the hell am I to argue, yeah?
“Mama Hatchet needs new wheels and a fresh backseat for those special occasions…”
I could only imagine how cheeky the grin on my face is as I waggle my brows naughtily.
“...May tha’ best Ginger win…”
With a wink, I blow a little kiss and shortly after, the scene fades to black. As my old friend Dona Rotten used to say, and then they fucked, but not while the camera's are rolling. I'm not giving you pervs anything beyond whatever your twisted imaginations can come up with!
“Why do you drive this old car,” Val says.
“She still runs,” I replied simply.
“But why don’t you buy something a bit newer and better?”
I shrug my shoulders.
“If it does the job, why get rid of it? This old girl has done me well and I’ve alot of fond memories in this car, even a couple in the backseat with you,” I say with a naughty grin.
“Memories are fine, but the heater barely works, the power seats move forward so slowly, the trunk sticks, and you have to do that weird trick to open the driver door. Seems more trouble than it’s worth, ja?”
I was actually getting a bit annoyed at this because this car is my baby, my first and only. Why would I want another car? It makes no sense to replace something that isn’t completely dead yet.
“It’s my car and I wanna’ keep it and drive it!” I snapped just a bit.
Val doesn’t even flinch, just nods her head and looks back out the window.
“Ja jag förstår.”
Suddenly, the car shudders and all the lights on my dash light up.
“Oi fuck!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ll have ta’ pull o’er!”
“That’s not good!”
I notice an old abandoned strip mall just off the highway and pull off to find a spot to park.
“Du höll på att säga, älskare?” she says with a little snicker.
“Shut it…” I mutter embarrassed as the car suddenly dies right there under a single working street light.
I pop the hood and poke around, using a flash light from the old tool to check things over but fuck me if I know what’s wrong. I try a few more times to crank the car up and it just won’t start. So I call my auto insurer for roadside assistance. Unfortunately it’ll be many hours before anyone can come pick us up where we are. Defeated, I flop down in the driver’s seat to wait, fuming with arms crossed over my chest.
“So let us make the best of it, ja?” Valkyrja says, inching her way into my lap.
I mean what the fuck else where we going to do? Just as our lips meet though, I had a thought and stop her in mid advance.
“Oh that’s right… tha’ next competition is offerin’ up a car fer first place! What if I win it?”
Val thinks about it for a moment.
“Ja, that would be nice. It is some pretty truck they are offering.”
“Aye… we’ve got that camera too! I have an idea!”
“I think my idea and your idea of what to use the camera for are two different things, älskare,” she says with a little humm in her throat.
“Temptin’ but I’m gettin’ inspired… let’s shoot a video about it on this car and use my MP3 player! It’ll be grand!”
Val leans forward and nibbles gently in my ear, then whispers softly, “Ok, but when this is through, we’re making more memories in that backseat, ja…”
“Ja love… ja ja… jaaaa…” I say between kisses upon her lips…
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I sit upon the hood of my car, a four-door Buick Regal that’s older than I am, but has served me well as it was the first car I ever bought. A dark green, dented and beat up, decent on gas for it’s age but it’s never failed not even once on any road trip I’ve been on. Alone I stare up at the stars as I often like to do, sporting some green cargo pants, black boots, and an old black hoodie jacket that’s oh so comfortable. Music plays through the car speakers in this empty parking lot, a lamp above shining down on the Ginger Ninja below it.
“What am I thankful for?” I begin, “The good people I’ve in me life, a lover who un’erstands and makes me happy and I her in return, me health and wellbein’ as good as it is despite all tha’ shite I’ve put it through. Fer havin’ a livelihood despite havin’ pissed it down tha’ drain more than a couple times. Most of all? I’m thankful ta’ be alive fer tha’ first time in tha’ short span of me life.”
Dark memories haunt me as they often do when I even think of the horrible times in my life, childhood, and all the things that made me think I’d have been better off dead. That brief flash of sadness in my eye hard to hide, I know. I clasp my hands behind my head to form a little pillow against the windshield of the old car I rest upon.
“Aye, I’d lamented this gift of life I had fer tha’ longest time, only able to see misery broken up by brief, fleeting moments of happiness. I’ve made no secret of me childhood, tha’ alcoholism I resorted to ta’ cope with it, and tha’ destruction I wrought upon meself constantly because of those factors. Twas ne’er an excuse yeah… I just want it ta’ be known that I ne’er used it as a crutch or said this is why I do what I do. I made tha’ choices I made and suffered for ‘em as I should’ve.”
I sit up, drawing a knee in and wrapping my arms around that leg, loosely clasping my tattooed wrist. Seeing the candy tattoos and swirls on the arm always brought a little smile to my face, wistful though it may seem to anyone watching. Most of the ink I wear has a story and it was largely something that amused me in some way. No bad memories are left etched on this flesh of mine.
“Too many get caught up in their own pain and I tried ta’ be tha’ exception to that all me life. Unfortunately in tha’ game of misery there’s no exceptions. It dinnae’ work out that way, but when I finally took it head on, I started ta’ see a better tomorrow as a result. I stopped disappearin’ into me vices and goin’ around like a drunk harlot tryin’ ta’ fuck, fight, and drink me pain away. All it did was cause me even more pain. Ye’d think I was addicted ta’ bein’ a miserable cunt.”
I chuckle sadly because it might even be a bit true.
“I spent so many years lyin’ to meself, sayin’ I was fine and dandy, that I just liked ta’ party and have a good time and granted, there were some good times. If it was all misery, I wonnae’ even have done any of tha’ things I did, but fer each grand fun moment, there were times where I was face down in a gutter, blowin’ my guts out on tha’ pavement or wakin’ up in a bed or on a random hotel floor covered in someone else’s fluids and not knowin’ how tha’ hell I got there.”
Oi, those were the worst… I shiver with disgust at the thought of those times.
“I am so very thankful that I pulled meself outta’ that life, that I have somethin’ ta’ be truly and utterly happy for. Been sober now fer o’er a year and a half and it’s been grand ta’ actually see all tha’ things around me I’ve been missing because I was drunk and fucked up high on whatever I could get me hands on… That I’m not anesthetizin’ meself anymore. I can feel and see and enjoy e’erythin’ like it was meant to be and… yeah I’m happy. I’m truly happy.”
I can’t stop the tears as I bare this old soul in a young body.
“No one should e’er have ta’ go through what I’d been through as a child. I was tortured simply because me father was not me father… because me mother made a mistake and her husband was an absolute bastard, because tha’ man tha’ bedded her dinnae’ stick ‘round ta’ see what fruits he bore or try ta’ do tha’ right thing. Fuck ‘em both I say, fer they made this mess that’s me and I’m gonna’ survive and thrive ta’ spite ‘em both in memory.”
A shake of my head followed by a scoff and a spit on tha’ pavement says it all.
“I’m thankful to’ve ne’er met me real father because I’d fuckin’ rip his bloody ball bag off and feed it to him fer bein’ tha’ dumb fuckwit that dinnae’ wear a condom and condemned me and me mother ta’ a fate some would argue as worse than death. I only know that he was a red haired Welshman and a sailor and I say keep sailin’ tha’ waves. I just hope I donnae’ have any half-brothers or sisters out there because ya’ cannae’ keep yer dick in yer pants, dad!”
I give the bird to the heavens above.
“FUCK YOU, DAD!!!”
Yeah, I’m angry and bitter at that, but what can you do? I just shake my head, propping a forearm on the knee and looking down at my other foot. At least I’ve nice boots on.
“I’m grateful and thankful fer a new lease on life, fer Uprising ta’ grant me tha’ chance that it has, tha’ title shot I earned against me best friend and Uprising Champion, Griffin Hawkins, even if I’m frustrated because I got no idea what’s goin’ on half tha’ time and feel like my direction’s been all o’er tha’ place. I mean at one point I was ready to just bail because I couldnae’ keep up with it anymore and I was tryin’ me best.”
Fingers run through my hair as I give the freckled scalp beneath it a little scratch. Was my scalp actually freckled? Fuck if I know, I just like to think I’m all freckles head to toe alot.
“Tis a dream come true. I got to not only team up with a legendary friend like Griffin, but I also get ta’ face him fer tha’ biggest prize I’d e’er gone fer. Another issue with me wrestlin’ career was that because I was so drunk and high all the time, I was considered unreliable.”
Here comes the sadness again. Fuck, what is this, the cry parade? Well at least I’m not fucking blubbering like a baby. Just a little moisture in my eyes that I wipe away as quickly as it comes.
“Aye, I remember one company havin’ a bettin’ pool that they’d find me dead from an o’erdose in a hotel room. Imagine how fucked up that is ta’ hear one day, ‘Oi, that Ginger bitch ain’t dead? Fuck! I’m out twenty quid!’ I was like, ‘I’m right fuckin’ here!’ and they were like, ‘oooooh… this is awkward!’ Yer bloody fuckin’ right it’s awkward!”
I roll my eyes with a little chuckle and a head shake.
“I spent a long time blamin’ other people fer me problems and I’d just tell more lies to meself that it wasnae’ me fault that I’d ne’er been a world champion. I’m tha’ only one responsible fer tha’ successes and failures I’ve had in life. It all falls upon me and I can point fingers all day long, but that solves nothing for anyone, especially me.”
I scoot up the hood a bit and lean back on the windshield a bit, staring up at the stars once more.
“No, ye’ve got to have a little faith is all… and I’m not talkin’ tha’ kind ya’ have in God or someone, but faith in yerself, what yer doin’, and that if ye’ work hard enough that you can do anythin’ ya’ want. Tha’ only thing stoppin’ you is you. If yer ta’ succeed, ya’ first have ta’ get outta’ yer own way. That’s no easy task.”
My face lights up with a little smile as the words hit me. It’s kind of funny to me.
“If ye’ can do that? Then it’ll take worlds ta’ stop ye’ and even then, when ya’ve that kind of power to beat back tha’ ego and pride, that’ll be a tall order. Like Journey once said, donnae’ stop believin’... hold on to tha’ feelin’ and everythin’ will be alright.”
The smile fades as I continue to share my thoughts openly.
“I may win and I may lose, but so long as I ne’er lose sight of tha’ goal and keep tryin’ and believin’ I can and I will achieve it yeah. Just like tha’ World Series of Wrestlin’ here… yeah there was a moment I’d lost meself and was unsure. I’ve hung by a thread and been at the top here and there in these competitions we’ve had. I mean this entire moment here, is part of it as well.”
My eyes lower and I look at the dull green hood of my old traveling companion.
“I look at the old, chipped, and oxidized paint of this old car, each pit and dent a memory and e’ery bit a part of her character. I call this car tha’ Jade Falcon. As I said before, she’s served me well and only because I am a sentimental wee lass, I still drive her across tha’ country. I even had her transmission and drivetrain replaced, tha’ engine rebuilt twice, all kinds of parts cobbled on to replace ‘em as they wore out and she still runs as fine as tha’ day I got her.”
I run my fingertips over the hood with a little wistful smile. So many memories… so many wonderful adventures.
“The seats of this car has seen some famous arses in the passenger seat… World champions, tag team partners, friends in the sport, and so on and donnae’ get me started on tha’ fun times I’ve had in tha’ back seat.”
A bright, naughty little laugh escapes my lips as I point a thumb at the infamous back seat.
“Aye… this car is very special to me, but It’s been a long time comin’ that I retire tha’ old girl. She’s done enough service and it’s time fer her ta’ relax somewhere nice and get some proper love and affection fer all tha’ times she’s given me. Tha’ thing is, I need another set of wheels while she gets fixed up and I’ve tha’ opportunity ta’ get meself a new set of wheels fer free.”
On this face comes a cheeky grin as I slide down the hood, putting one foot to the ground while propping the other on the bumper.
“I dinnae’ know Kayfabe Airlines was gettin’ into tha’ automotive business, but what they’ve shown is a lovely pearlescent purple and blue truck that looks like somethin’ straight outta’ Cyberpunk, yeah. The AXT Griff… which would be kind of funny if I won it and me and Griffin went on a little road trip to our next show with it.”
I snicker at the thought of Griff in a Griff, rocking out and playing air guitar to whatever thing comes on my radio. That’d amuse me to no end. Then again I’m easily amused. Tell a dirty joke and I’ll go off in mad laughing fits, filthy wee lass that I am!
“There’s only one way I’m ta’ win it and that’s by doin’ tha’ absolute best I can and I will. I aim ta’ bring tha’ biggest fight of me life not just fer a free car but because I wanna’ win this one. I wanna’ be number one in somethin’ in life and this is me only chance to do just that.”
With a lift of my head up, I look back to the stars once again, smiling because the night sky is so beautiful this time of year.
“Ya’ know what I see when I look up at tha’ stars? Some would say it’s lights from billions of years ago just making it to our eyes, but what I see is endless possibilities. Anythin’ can happen when ye’ believe. Some will say they want tha’ car fer braggin’ rights, others will say it’s because they deserve it, while me? I’m willing to work my arse off fer tha’ win. It’s not about tha’ car, it’s about provin’ me worth against tha’ very best in tha’ world!”
I clap my hands together loudly for emphasis, tha’ slap of skin echoing through the empty parking lot.
“And I largely have, haven’t I? I mean just look at tha’ company I’m keepin’ in this competition. I’m in tha’ top twenty in tha’ World Series of Wrestling! TOP TWENTY! Holy fuckin’ balls yeah? Raion Kido, Peter Vaughn, Vhodka Black, Regan Voorhees, Tha’ Comedian Allen Chaney, Xavier Lux, Sarah Wolf, Shawn Warstein, Dionysus, Lex Collins… I mean that’s some top notch competition ta’ find yerself rubbin’ elbows with and ta’ even have tha’ nerve ta’ stand up to ‘em and say, OI FUCKERS! I’M BEATIN’ YE’ BACK AND TAKIN’ THAT BLOODY CAR!!!”
The giddy little chuckle escaping my lips might’ve been a little bit of nerves and a little bit of realization of how impossible this all seems to me.
“I mean I’ve always had a high opinion of meself, but ta’ be able ta’ deliver each event, stay in tha’ runnin’ with these headliners is just somethin’ that if ye’ told fresh off tha’ boat sixteen year old twenty-ten me that I’d be hangin’ with tha’ best wrestlers in tha’ world today, she’d be like, ‘Oh fuck off ya’ daft twat! There’s no bloody way!’ and I would love ta’ be able ta’ go back in time, slap her in tha’ face, tell her ta’ get her act together because it’ll get better!”
Methinks this heart to heart has gone on long enough. I look directly into the camera lens one last time being held by my lovely Valkyrja hanging out in a tree while holding a camera so patiently. Twas her idea to shoot it this way so who the hell am I to argue, yeah?
“Mama Hatchet needs new wheels and a fresh backseat for those special occasions…”
I could only imagine how cheeky the grin on my face is as I waggle my brows naughtily.
“...May tha’ best Ginger win…”
With a wink, I blow a little kiss and shortly after, the scene fades to black. As my old friend Dona Rotten used to say, and then they fucked, but not while the camera's are rolling. I'm not giving you pervs anything beyond whatever your twisted imaginations can come up with!