Saying our goodbyes. Extreme style (Last wrestlestock RP)
Jul 18, 2022 20:33:37 GMT -5
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Post by Vespertine on Jul 18, 2022 20:33:37 GMT -5
OOC: I'm sorry this is so late, I had written this last night but then my computer crashed and I didn't save. I had to rewrite the whole thing in an hour this morning because I didn't want to be locked out yet. I've been locked out. It was better last night I promise. lol
Place: Hell on Heels district, food court
Date/Time: July 18th, 10:30AM
The only ones left now are me, James, Jamie, Cody, Rae, Lizzie and Cassie. Bill, Lucy, and Gail took off for the airport this morning. Jamie is hitching a ride with us. We are all currently at the Hell on Heels food court finishing our breakfast. Lizzie, Jamie and I are talking and Cassie, Cody, Rae and James are talking on the other side. Cody is explaining something to James about what currently Jax is up to.
"Man, you remember that time I took away your tag team title in the same night that Widow took away your International title. It was funny, I also took away your tag team partner." Dadner tells me.
"How could I forget, Elf. She cost us the tag team titles but you two could never gain them. She wasn't as extreme as you were." I say
Jamie doesn't pick up on the bait as she has always been kinda clueless to it. "Hey, remember that time, when I promoed for you against Angela Davis, that SWAT team girl. I was like "Dude, you are going down. You got nothing on my girl. You are nothing. You can't even hit the broad end of a barn. Now with Vespertine, she will come and she will make you feel death by diva." she laughs, I look over and see Elf has a raised eyebrow. How many times has she heard that story. But then I take the bait because I know what she was going for.
"Of course, with me out of the way and not taking your spotlight, you jump back into the spotlight and can say without feedback from me that you are still the most extreme one in WCW." I continue as the air around her shifts and I feel her ire rising "Yeah, I was always better at being extreme than you. I was your protege, you taught me and then you couldn't get over the fact finally one day the student surpassed the teacher. I did exactly that and I never looked back." Silence from Jamie now as she has figured it out. Fire rises in Lizzie's eyes. She slowly gets up and points at me.
"You want a rematch? You want to see how well you do? YOU, your promos, your style, your life, is sooooo boring. I was always asleep during one of them. And fuck your tigers. They weren't anything. Do you want to dance, little Vessie, do you want to see a true master at work?" she looks around, sees the nearest ring arena in the district and points at it. "Come on Little Vessie, let's dance." By now, the other four are now watching Lizzie getting her ire up. Cassie looks worried as does James.
"Liz, sweetie, you sure this is what you want to do right now?"
"I want to teach this impertinent Asian chick who is the better of us two. YES, I want to do this."
She gets up and makes her way over to the ring. We all look at each other, each one knowning what is about to happen, that we can't stop it and what happens if she lands wrong. Lizzie Nightelf Dadner only goes one way, Extreme Style. As one, we all get up and walk after her.
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We get in the ring, Cody grabs the microphone, turns it on and as the last festival goers are wandering around he starts up.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is an impromptu match, Old Guard vs. the new guard." some people are interested and making their way over. He goes on. "Now it's been over 8 years since Nightelf has been a wrestler in a ring. About 8 years ago, she got into a devastating car accident where the doctors said she may never walk again. She is walking but her wrestling career is over. She is back now for a one day only event. So we warn you, if we have to, if we feel she needs it, we will call the match. So without further ado, from Deridder Louisiana, coming in at 5 feet 8 inches, at 125lbs, give it up for Western Championship Wrestling's own Queen of Extreme "Nightelf" Lizzie Dadnerrrrrrr!" not many people yet so not a fair amount of cheering or clapping. Cody goes on.
"And her opponent representing UGWC and also from Western Championship Wrestling which is defunct now by the way, her opponent hailing from San Francisco, Ca, coming in at 5 feet 4 inches, at 115 lbs, she is the Pretty Little Poison, the Asian Invasion, VESPERTINNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!" a bit more clapping and cheering. More people are coming over to see what this is all about.
Anyway, Cassie rings the bell and Lizzie and I just stare daggers at each other across the ring. And in true Nightelf style, she comes to the center of the ring, demands me to get over there and then proceeds to trash talk me saying things like "you were never good enough," or "Henry thought you were useless, and I did too." or "Extreme is not good enough to take you down." HUH? Anyway, I just walk to the center of the ring and say the one word that has haunted her forever while she GM of the women's division. "AWW" my stable with her Dark Alliance stablemate Angel of Darkness, Brittney Rhodes and Widow from the opposite stable Pain Inc. This infuriates her to no end. She slaps me a good one and my head turns along with the slap. When I come back around, I'm just about to charge but she is ahead of me and doing her own charge, going into a flying forearm. which hits me in the jaw and I drop. She gets up and sees that there are now people in the audience watching but because they haven't seen her in 10 years or don't know her, so.... they don't know whether to cheer her or jeer her. She shrugs, turns around, comes over to me, stomps a few times on my stomach, then picks me up and tries to whip me towards the far post. I brake and reverse and she goes to the same post herself. But before she crashes on it, she runs up it, turns around to measure where I am and launches. She tries for a backwards corkscrew moonsault but I catch her at the last minute. However, she has enough momentum that she rolls through and pins me with my shoulders to the mat. James gets into position.
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Nope. Not good enough, Elf. Try again. She gets up, looks around, screams her loudest which catches the attention of a few security guards who are now interested and a lot more fans. Then she screams out "Extreme STYLE!!!!!" She goes over to the ring apron, rolls out, grabs a table, throws it into the ring, then looks again and finds a 20 foot ladder, brings it out and throws that in the ring. Uh.... Elf... are you sure that's a good idea? I make a mental note and shrug and I get up, set the table up but when I turn around to find her, she is looking around for another weapon. She finds a garbage can and brings it out. I see this and charge, run, and launch OVER the top rope using the ropes as leverage so I can get a high enough hurricarana sault on her. I land on her, on the can, on the ground and roll off. I stand up, or struggle as the case may be, stomp on her head a few times, then pick her up and whip her towards the ring apron. She hits hard. But when I try to grab her to roll her into the ring, she has none of it, pulls her legs in tight and pushes, pushing me into the barricade behind where there are few, no sorry, more than a few, a lot of onlookers standing by and watching. I crash hard and as I'm getting up, she launches and clotheslines me OVER the barricade. We crash in a heap on the other side and security, thinking it's a real match and one of the last at Wrestlestock, move to keep the crowd from closing in. Far be it for me to tell them any differently. I do want to come back next year.
I'm up first and I see Lizzie just starting to rouse. I get up, go over to her, pick her up and whip her towards a picnic bench not far off. She sees its and reverses my whip, and I go crashland and end up sprawled on the bench. As I untangle myself, Lizzie is getting a head of steam, she screams out in fury then charges. She jumps at the last second to try and execute a shining wizard but I manage to slip out of the way at the last second and you can hear a loud crack as her knee connects with a solid wood picnic table. She is now on top of it holding her knee in pain. I get up on the bench and come down on her chest with a elbow drop. I look around and see the vending machine a few yards away. I go over, climb up it, climb up to the solid wooden rafters above (whoever made this tent, made it very sturdy. Remind me to thank them.) I jump over three rafters and look down. Cassie is there. Being the good little wife, valet servant she is is trying to get me to stop by trying to pull Dadner off the table. In another life, in another time, she would've made an excellent ringside valet manager. I launch, she screams and scrambles out of the way and I execute a perfect 650 splash right onto Elf's stomach. I bounce off her stomach, to the bench below. I forgot: this table has no give like a ring table would. I then bounce to the desert floor below. As I lay there holding my stomach in pain and trying to get my breath, Elf rolls around in pain again, then rolls off onto the bench beside me. Cassie runs over and I can hear her ask if, or plead with, Lizzie wants to quit this. Lizzie shakes her head no and Cassie stands a few feet back. She likes me as a friend too but she knows that if she asks me to go easy or quit, when it comes to Lizzie Nightelf Dadner, I will NEVER quit. I struggle to get up, look around, grab Lizzie by the hand, pull her a few feet away from the table and then whip her back towards the barricade. She is always aware of her surroundings, she gets to the barricade and then does what looks to be like a "Dukes of Hazzard" slide like the Duke Boys do atop their car the General Lee and somehow thankfully lands on her feet on the other side. I stalk after her....
Lizzie seems to be looking for another weapon. It's a table. She throws it into the ring and then looks around to wait for me. I, however, am already up on the barricade and I launch into a spear. She hits her back rather hard and somehow has moved where I smash the top of my head. I see stars. I'm not quitting. But we both crumple in a heap on the floor. By now the crowd is big enough that a chant of "Holy s**t" has started. Soon after followed up by "We want tables!" clap clap clap. Awesome. I struggle to find my footing and take a moment to lean against the ring to gain my bearings. I pick Lizzie up and roll into her the ring. Bad move, this causes her to wake up, I roll into the ring after her, she comes over, stomps on my head a few times, then picks me up and rolls me onto the table. I roll off the other side. She shrugs and then looks around for the second table. I see this and slowly crawl away. She doesn't notice as she tries to put the second table on top of the first table. Oh Elf. What ARE you doing? I take the ladder and position it near the ring corner, then climb to it's apex and wait. Lizzie finishes with the table and zero's in to find me, she looks around, then up, then charges. She launches her entire body at the ladder, bounces off, lands on her feet and then proceeds to shake it to push it over. 20 feet up, this is not good. As the ladder goes down, I do too and I go crashing to the bottom of the ring steps and roll out onto the floor. I hear her scream again "EXTREME STYLE!"
I don't wait. I don't want her to fly off like I did which I know she is going to do because that's just NIghtelf. Dear sweet fucking Nightelf. I stumble up, run up the ring steps, hop onto the ring post and try to make my way to the top. There we trade blows back and forth with the crowd going "Ah" or "Oh" or "WOO" for each slap or hit. I find a break and try to execute a back axe kick which I'm hoping connects with her head. It does once but the second time, she grabs my leg and pulls. Nothing. Pulls again. Nothing. Third time, she pulls and I land on the ropes with it between my legs. I didn't think she still had it in her but she climbs to the top, launches, latches onto my neck, spins around and down and hurricarana's me off the rope launching me into the barricade. She rolls away holding her stomach in pain. As I stumble up to gain my footing, she does too. I climb up on the ring apron and go through. She is just a bit behind and climbs up and as she is trying to get into the ring, I grab her hands, grab the rope, and launch her, catapulting her over the ropes. She lands with a hard crash into the ring. I cover her. James gets into position.
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Thr
Nope. Fuck! She won't quit. At a 2 and a half count and 35 minutes later, she won't quit. I get on my knees and blow my hair out of my face. I get up and look around, she is faster. She gets up, charges, catches me, and throws me over with a belly to back suplex before I can even grab the rope. She crumples on top of me and James again goes for a count.
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Sorry, Elf. Just two. She gets up, does a one legged senton bomb flip to keep me down, then looks around. She points at the table and the crowd cheers wildly. I look around and I think I see Konrad and Travis and Rogan in the crowd. I know I see a few of the lower card femme fatals from UGWC watching as well as JC and some of the ladies from other feds too. She gets up, picks me up, then rolls me on to the table. Then runs over, climbs up the ladder, looks around at the audience and screams her loudest. I see Cassie, she has a horrified look on her face. She has always heard the stories about the rivalry between me and Elf but she wasn't with her then. They were only stories to her, but now the look on her face tells me, that she now knows this was a very real, very hard, very bloody feud between us. Nightelf launches and at the last second, I roll out of the way and she crashes into both sets of tables and goes through. I lay on the mat breathing. I watch as James goes over to Nightelf and asks her something. She shakes her head yes. He goes over to tell Cody. I hear him on the mic.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are calling this match a draw. Nightelf's back is starting to really kill her and as this was impromptu match, as she is not supposed to wrestle under doctor's orders, we are calling it there. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up, for both Nightelf Lizzie Dadneeerrrrrrr and her opponent VESPERTINNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!!!!" the crowd goes wild at this and they start clapping their thank you chants. First "Thank you Nightelf." "Thank you Vespertine". A job well done I'd say. I struggle up and over to see how Nightelf is doing. She grabs me by the neck and pulls me closer. "You still have it in you. I'm proud of you. Make me proud in UGWC."
"How is your back?" I ask her worried. "I think it's a little busted. That picnic bench wasn't very forgiving." Cody and I pick her up and raise her arms to the joyous cheers of the crowd. We hand her off to Cassie who puts an arm around her shoulder and they stumble out of the ring. The rest of us follow.
It's pretty much saying our goodbyes after that. A few kids come over and ask me for autographs. They ask Elf for hers too. But she is out of it, so I sign them for her for them. They are thrilled. I look over and see Tempest and Ichabod looking at us and talking about something. Buddha I hope it's good. I don't want to get on anybody's bad side. Not this early in my career here. But then what do I care, this is, after all, wrestling. We aren't here for that.
James, J Chung and I packed up the night before. He picks up leftover camping stuff around the area. I go over and help Cassie pack away her stuff. When we are all done, we all say our goodbyes. By this point, Elf is sleeping so I kiss her on the forehead. I hug Cassie goodbye and Jamie and I walk over to Cody and Rae. We hug, say our goodbyes and watch as they head off. Then we go back to James. He has packed what is left up and is ready to take off. We climb in and take off and I watch as the districts appear like a mirage in the desert. I fall asleep in the back while Jamie and James talk about something in the front. Thank you Wrestlestock, this has been.... an.... experience? Well, whatevs, good night and good luck. Vespertine signing off.
Place: Hell on Heels district, food court
Date/Time: July 18th, 10:30AM
The only ones left now are me, James, Jamie, Cody, Rae, Lizzie and Cassie. Bill, Lucy, and Gail took off for the airport this morning. Jamie is hitching a ride with us. We are all currently at the Hell on Heels food court finishing our breakfast. Lizzie, Jamie and I are talking and Cassie, Cody, Rae and James are talking on the other side. Cody is explaining something to James about what currently Jax is up to.
"Man, you remember that time I took away your tag team title in the same night that Widow took away your International title. It was funny, I also took away your tag team partner." Dadner tells me.
"How could I forget, Elf. She cost us the tag team titles but you two could never gain them. She wasn't as extreme as you were." I say
Jamie doesn't pick up on the bait as she has always been kinda clueless to it. "Hey, remember that time, when I promoed for you against Angela Davis, that SWAT team girl. I was like "Dude, you are going down. You got nothing on my girl. You are nothing. You can't even hit the broad end of a barn. Now with Vespertine, she will come and she will make you feel death by diva." she laughs, I look over and see Elf has a raised eyebrow. How many times has she heard that story. But then I take the bait because I know what she was going for.
"Of course, with me out of the way and not taking your spotlight, you jump back into the spotlight and can say without feedback from me that you are still the most extreme one in WCW." I continue as the air around her shifts and I feel her ire rising "Yeah, I was always better at being extreme than you. I was your protege, you taught me and then you couldn't get over the fact finally one day the student surpassed the teacher. I did exactly that and I never looked back." Silence from Jamie now as she has figured it out. Fire rises in Lizzie's eyes. She slowly gets up and points at me.
"You want a rematch? You want to see how well you do? YOU, your promos, your style, your life, is sooooo boring. I was always asleep during one of them. And fuck your tigers. They weren't anything. Do you want to dance, little Vessie, do you want to see a true master at work?" she looks around, sees the nearest ring arena in the district and points at it. "Come on Little Vessie, let's dance." By now, the other four are now watching Lizzie getting her ire up. Cassie looks worried as does James.
"Liz, sweetie, you sure this is what you want to do right now?"
"I want to teach this impertinent Asian chick who is the better of us two. YES, I want to do this."
She gets up and makes her way over to the ring. We all look at each other, each one knowning what is about to happen, that we can't stop it and what happens if she lands wrong. Lizzie Nightelf Dadner only goes one way, Extreme Style. As one, we all get up and walk after her.
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We get in the ring, Cody grabs the microphone, turns it on and as the last festival goers are wandering around he starts up.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is an impromptu match, Old Guard vs. the new guard." some people are interested and making their way over. He goes on. "Now it's been over 8 years since Nightelf has been a wrestler in a ring. About 8 years ago, she got into a devastating car accident where the doctors said she may never walk again. She is walking but her wrestling career is over. She is back now for a one day only event. So we warn you, if we have to, if we feel she needs it, we will call the match. So without further ado, from Deridder Louisiana, coming in at 5 feet 8 inches, at 125lbs, give it up for Western Championship Wrestling's own Queen of Extreme "Nightelf" Lizzie Dadnerrrrrrr!" not many people yet so not a fair amount of cheering or clapping. Cody goes on.
"And her opponent representing UGWC and also from Western Championship Wrestling which is defunct now by the way, her opponent hailing from San Francisco, Ca, coming in at 5 feet 4 inches, at 115 lbs, she is the Pretty Little Poison, the Asian Invasion, VESPERTINNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!" a bit more clapping and cheering. More people are coming over to see what this is all about.
Anyway, Cassie rings the bell and Lizzie and I just stare daggers at each other across the ring. And in true Nightelf style, she comes to the center of the ring, demands me to get over there and then proceeds to trash talk me saying things like "you were never good enough," or "Henry thought you were useless, and I did too." or "Extreme is not good enough to take you down." HUH? Anyway, I just walk to the center of the ring and say the one word that has haunted her forever while she GM of the women's division. "AWW" my stable with her Dark Alliance stablemate Angel of Darkness, Brittney Rhodes and Widow from the opposite stable Pain Inc. This infuriates her to no end. She slaps me a good one and my head turns along with the slap. When I come back around, I'm just about to charge but she is ahead of me and doing her own charge, going into a flying forearm. which hits me in the jaw and I drop. She gets up and sees that there are now people in the audience watching but because they haven't seen her in 10 years or don't know her, so.... they don't know whether to cheer her or jeer her. She shrugs, turns around, comes over to me, stomps a few times on my stomach, then picks me up and tries to whip me towards the far post. I brake and reverse and she goes to the same post herself. But before she crashes on it, she runs up it, turns around to measure where I am and launches. She tries for a backwards corkscrew moonsault but I catch her at the last minute. However, she has enough momentum that she rolls through and pins me with my shoulders to the mat. James gets into position.
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Nope. Not good enough, Elf. Try again. She gets up, looks around, screams her loudest which catches the attention of a few security guards who are now interested and a lot more fans. Then she screams out "Extreme STYLE!!!!!" She goes over to the ring apron, rolls out, grabs a table, throws it into the ring, then looks again and finds a 20 foot ladder, brings it out and throws that in the ring. Uh.... Elf... are you sure that's a good idea? I make a mental note and shrug and I get up, set the table up but when I turn around to find her, she is looking around for another weapon. She finds a garbage can and brings it out. I see this and charge, run, and launch OVER the top rope using the ropes as leverage so I can get a high enough hurricarana sault on her. I land on her, on the can, on the ground and roll off. I stand up, or struggle as the case may be, stomp on her head a few times, then pick her up and whip her towards the ring apron. She hits hard. But when I try to grab her to roll her into the ring, she has none of it, pulls her legs in tight and pushes, pushing me into the barricade behind where there are few, no sorry, more than a few, a lot of onlookers standing by and watching. I crash hard and as I'm getting up, she launches and clotheslines me OVER the barricade. We crash in a heap on the other side and security, thinking it's a real match and one of the last at Wrestlestock, move to keep the crowd from closing in. Far be it for me to tell them any differently. I do want to come back next year.
I'm up first and I see Lizzie just starting to rouse. I get up, go over to her, pick her up and whip her towards a picnic bench not far off. She sees its and reverses my whip, and I go crashland and end up sprawled on the bench. As I untangle myself, Lizzie is getting a head of steam, she screams out in fury then charges. She jumps at the last second to try and execute a shining wizard but I manage to slip out of the way at the last second and you can hear a loud crack as her knee connects with a solid wood picnic table. She is now on top of it holding her knee in pain. I get up on the bench and come down on her chest with a elbow drop. I look around and see the vending machine a few yards away. I go over, climb up it, climb up to the solid wooden rafters above (whoever made this tent, made it very sturdy. Remind me to thank them.) I jump over three rafters and look down. Cassie is there. Being the good little wife, valet servant she is is trying to get me to stop by trying to pull Dadner off the table. In another life, in another time, she would've made an excellent ringside valet manager. I launch, she screams and scrambles out of the way and I execute a perfect 650 splash right onto Elf's stomach. I bounce off her stomach, to the bench below. I forgot: this table has no give like a ring table would. I then bounce to the desert floor below. As I lay there holding my stomach in pain and trying to get my breath, Elf rolls around in pain again, then rolls off onto the bench beside me. Cassie runs over and I can hear her ask if, or plead with, Lizzie wants to quit this. Lizzie shakes her head no and Cassie stands a few feet back. She likes me as a friend too but she knows that if she asks me to go easy or quit, when it comes to Lizzie Nightelf Dadner, I will NEVER quit. I struggle to get up, look around, grab Lizzie by the hand, pull her a few feet away from the table and then whip her back towards the barricade. She is always aware of her surroundings, she gets to the barricade and then does what looks to be like a "Dukes of Hazzard" slide like the Duke Boys do atop their car the General Lee and somehow thankfully lands on her feet on the other side. I stalk after her....
Lizzie seems to be looking for another weapon. It's a table. She throws it into the ring and then looks around to wait for me. I, however, am already up on the barricade and I launch into a spear. She hits her back rather hard and somehow has moved where I smash the top of my head. I see stars. I'm not quitting. But we both crumple in a heap on the floor. By now the crowd is big enough that a chant of "Holy s**t" has started. Soon after followed up by "We want tables!" clap clap clap. Awesome. I struggle to find my footing and take a moment to lean against the ring to gain my bearings. I pick Lizzie up and roll into her the ring. Bad move, this causes her to wake up, I roll into the ring after her, she comes over, stomps on my head a few times, then picks me up and rolls me onto the table. I roll off the other side. She shrugs and then looks around for the second table. I see this and slowly crawl away. She doesn't notice as she tries to put the second table on top of the first table. Oh Elf. What ARE you doing? I take the ladder and position it near the ring corner, then climb to it's apex and wait. Lizzie finishes with the table and zero's in to find me, she looks around, then up, then charges. She launches her entire body at the ladder, bounces off, lands on her feet and then proceeds to shake it to push it over. 20 feet up, this is not good. As the ladder goes down, I do too and I go crashing to the bottom of the ring steps and roll out onto the floor. I hear her scream again "EXTREME STYLE!"
I don't wait. I don't want her to fly off like I did which I know she is going to do because that's just NIghtelf. Dear sweet fucking Nightelf. I stumble up, run up the ring steps, hop onto the ring post and try to make my way to the top. There we trade blows back and forth with the crowd going "Ah" or "Oh" or "WOO" for each slap or hit. I find a break and try to execute a back axe kick which I'm hoping connects with her head. It does once but the second time, she grabs my leg and pulls. Nothing. Pulls again. Nothing. Third time, she pulls and I land on the ropes with it between my legs. I didn't think she still had it in her but she climbs to the top, launches, latches onto my neck, spins around and down and hurricarana's me off the rope launching me into the barricade. She rolls away holding her stomach in pain. As I stumble up to gain my footing, she does too. I climb up on the ring apron and go through. She is just a bit behind and climbs up and as she is trying to get into the ring, I grab her hands, grab the rope, and launch her, catapulting her over the ropes. She lands with a hard crash into the ring. I cover her. James gets into position.
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2...
Thr
Nope. Fuck! She won't quit. At a 2 and a half count and 35 minutes later, she won't quit. I get on my knees and blow my hair out of my face. I get up and look around, she is faster. She gets up, charges, catches me, and throws me over with a belly to back suplex before I can even grab the rope. She crumples on top of me and James again goes for a count.
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Sorry, Elf. Just two. She gets up, does a one legged senton bomb flip to keep me down, then looks around. She points at the table and the crowd cheers wildly. I look around and I think I see Konrad and Travis and Rogan in the crowd. I know I see a few of the lower card femme fatals from UGWC watching as well as JC and some of the ladies from other feds too. She gets up, picks me up, then rolls me on to the table. Then runs over, climbs up the ladder, looks around at the audience and screams her loudest. I see Cassie, she has a horrified look on her face. She has always heard the stories about the rivalry between me and Elf but she wasn't with her then. They were only stories to her, but now the look on her face tells me, that she now knows this was a very real, very hard, very bloody feud between us. Nightelf launches and at the last second, I roll out of the way and she crashes into both sets of tables and goes through. I lay on the mat breathing. I watch as James goes over to Nightelf and asks her something. She shakes her head yes. He goes over to tell Cody. I hear him on the mic.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are calling this match a draw. Nightelf's back is starting to really kill her and as this was impromptu match, as she is not supposed to wrestle under doctor's orders, we are calling it there. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up, for both Nightelf Lizzie Dadneeerrrrrrr and her opponent VESPERTINNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!!!!" the crowd goes wild at this and they start clapping their thank you chants. First "Thank you Nightelf." "Thank you Vespertine". A job well done I'd say. I struggle up and over to see how Nightelf is doing. She grabs me by the neck and pulls me closer. "You still have it in you. I'm proud of you. Make me proud in UGWC."
"How is your back?" I ask her worried. "I think it's a little busted. That picnic bench wasn't very forgiving." Cody and I pick her up and raise her arms to the joyous cheers of the crowd. We hand her off to Cassie who puts an arm around her shoulder and they stumble out of the ring. The rest of us follow.
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James, J Chung and I packed up the night before. He picks up leftover camping stuff around the area. I go over and help Cassie pack away her stuff. When we are all done, we all say our goodbyes. By this point, Elf is sleeping so I kiss her on the forehead. I hug Cassie goodbye and Jamie and I walk over to Cody and Rae. We hug, say our goodbyes and watch as they head off. Then we go back to James. He has packed what is left up and is ready to take off. We climb in and take off and I watch as the districts appear like a mirage in the desert. I fall asleep in the back while Jamie and James talk about something in the front. Thank you Wrestlestock, this has been.... an.... experience? Well, whatevs, good night and good luck. Vespertine signing off.