Post by serenariot on Feb 21, 2023 1:25:03 GMT
“Ace Sky.”
Is all we hear. The room however is pitch black. There’s no telling who’s in the room. But someone is there. The echoing footsteps combined with the ear-ringing silence sets an eerie picture. We hear boots hitting the ground. But that’s all we get. With each click-clack it is becoming abundantly clear who it is. A familiar face that we haven’t seen in a long time in CU:LT. Serena Riot. Just then, a spotlight hits. Sporting a Riot Gear Merch T-Shirt and leather jacket. She also has with her a Newport cigarette. She takes one final puff before flicking it and letting out a sigh. Where is she? A warehouse, maybe?
“Ace Sky. I’m back. And I know that’s probably the last thing that you want to hear right now. The stars have aligned, haven’t they Ace? You get your shot at redemption. And I get one last shot to put you down for good. Are you familiar with Old Yeller? I’m sure you are. I don't have to tell you how that one goes. I think you already know. The difference is, I get it man. Look, you have talent. But you don’t have what This Bitch has. That’s retirement. On April 29th 2023, I will retire from in-ring competition.”
She begins getting somewhat choked up. Her black and purple face paint begins to run slightly as she looks away from the camera, hiding her tears. She runs her hands through her hair and shakes her head.
“I...Started my career in 2017. I know retiring in 2023 isn’t a long career. But dammit, it’s my career. With every long car trip. With every injury. Every single fight backstage. There’s been a few constants that have always been there for me. Let’s run through the list, shall we?”
“Number one: My family. Ohana. 2015, I moved to Honolulu, Hawaii. I began my journey and built my legacy for what it is today. And my ohana has been there through thick and through thin. In fact, it was in Honolulu that I began training. I took hit after hit, slam after slam, stomp after stomp, slap after slap. And each and every time, Ace. I smiled. I loved the pain. My family, my koko were there for me. They showed me that it’s never going to be about the pain. It’s not going to be about the damage, and the injuries. But it’s about busting your ass, giving it your all and never, I repeat NEVER holding back. My pops hated me a ton sometimes. Mostly because I drove him crazy, but he supported what I did. And to this day he’s my favorite cheerleader. Outside of my kid. My ohana.”
“Numero Two: Consistency. I’ve made a living going from promotion to promotion, country to country. And why? Because I have established myself as the most consistent, hardest worker you will ever see. Am I flashy in the ring? Hell no! Do I have all these fancy accomplishments to my name? Hell no! I don’t need any of that stuff. I mean, truth be told I don’t want them. I really don’t. The only Championship I want…Is blood.”
She lights up with a very sadistic, evil smile.
“You have to understand something Ace. I’m not The One-Off Queen anymore. That shits dead and buried. I’m not The GOAT. I don’t want to be. I’m That Bitch. And gone is this attitude of being everyone's friend. I don’t want friends. Friends suck, they never have your back even though they say they do. Cute, huh? Instead, I’m out here being the most consistent in-ring performer that this business has ever seen. Putting on absolute Bangers…Pun intended, on a nightly basis.”
“Which brings me to Number 3: My habits. I’m a smoker. Obviously. Been a smoker since I was 13 and will probably be one forever. Makes sense, right? Have a job that requires me to be in some good cardio shape. But what’s more important than that, Ace? Is the fact that I enjoy a nice refreshing alcoholic drink. Sometimes I hit up The Rabbit in NYC. It’s world famous, after all…And I watch some of my homies shake their ass. Hey, friends gotta’ support the hustle. But one of my favorite drinks to have? Fire. Fucking. Ball. Hell Yeah!...Sorry, I got kinda excited. Truth be told, haven’t had it in a while. Tryna’ change and shit. I have my own business, I’m married, etc. But not only am I ripping down the whiskey and cinnamon, I’m going to celebrate with it!”
“But then? Momma’s gonna take her lighter out. And she’s going to give that messed up smile I have. And Ace? You better hope I miss. Because I guarantee you I won’t. It’s going to be a blast so big the fire marshall is going to have to get called. And what a fitting end, isn’t it? To our little spat here in CU:LT. You are going to be laying in pure agony once I’m done with you. Senseless. Funny thing is, Ace…Do you remember what I even said to you prior to our match the last time we faced? Do you?”
She smirks, taking off her jacket to reveal her Riot Gear Merch T-shirt. The same one that advertises her last match.
“I told you that you may be Ace Sky. But I was a Joker from Hell. And that I was going to destroy everything you stood for. And I did just that. Which is why this match that we’re going to have isn’t just another match. It’s going to be my swan song. Will it be my last CU:LT match ever? Who the Hell knows, but what I do know is this. Win, lose or draw homeboy? I’m done with you after this. I’ve wasted far, far too much time on you already. And I’m not wasting another second. I need something more. I need to make it clear that I’m not only just another homie to lace up their boots. But I’m That Bitch. And I’m from The 216.”
“A city where you work for everything. You earn every scar. Every bruise. Every cut. And I worked. And I worked my ass off to get better. I did what I had to do before moving to Honolulu to train with the best of them. I got bitchslapped across my chest from a 400 pound Hawaiian…And it felt damn good. So let me ask you one question in closing, Ace.”
“When you look at me. And you look at yourself. Do you see the difference? Do you see that one of us has the drive to fight til the end? My retirement is coming up. And I damn sure refuse to let you dictate how I write my own story. I’ve done a lot of wrong in my life. I’ve stolen cars. Burned down buildings. And probably smoked so much weed Snoop would be jealous. But there's one thing that alluded me all this time. It’s finishing what I started. And I’m going to finally put you down. Once. And for all.”
“Old fucking Yeller.”
She smiles.
“Tick. Tock.”
