“The real strong have no need to prove it to the phonies.”
-Charles Manson
Battle of Egypt
Cairo, Egypt
10.12.19
It was a battle that will forever be marred in controversy. Heavenly Hell wanted to prove to the EAW and anyone that was remotely paying attention that they were indeed the best tag team in the company. Constance Blevins and Minerva took it to Ms. Extreme and Andrea Valentine, collectively known as Extreme Valentine. The challenge was put out there, by the Unified Tag Team champions, the two stars from Voltage accepted and it led to a non-title match at Battle of Egypt. Was this the way Heavenly Hell wanted to win? Would it still cast doubt on just how good they are or worthy of the respect the two ladies yearn?
Some say no.
Charlie Marr and Veena Adams distracted Andrea Valentine and it opened the opportunity for Constance to take advantage and win the match for the tag team. After the match, Constance could see that Minerva was not happy with the interference but accepted the result. Backstage in the dressing room, she paced back and forth, Constance could feel her plight, also for some reason Minerva loathes Valentine and she could see that in the match, maybe it was how they won or maybe it was something deeper, more personal than anything, the calmer Blevins couldn’t read her tag partner well enough to know, her brown eyes shifting left to right watching Minerva feverishly run her fingers through the long strands of her crimson hair. She starts speaking under her breath as Constance finally addresses her.
“What did you say, sister?”, Constance blurted out, trying to not only calm Minerva but also try to talk to her. Minerva stopped and turned toward her partner, “I said, all this is going to do is give them more excuses sister, they will look at this moment as a chance to discredit us once again, blame the loss on Charlie Marr and Veena Adams when it was that dumb blondes choice to turn her attention to ward them. Typical, I wanted to do more to her tonight, this was supposed to be a message sent.”, The Gypsy Moth responded.
Constance lowered her head and sighed, grabbing the tag team titles, standing in front of Minerva holding them up. “This is the message sent, WE are the Unified Tag Team Champions, WE are the ones holding the belts right now, WE are the ones with all the momentum, WE, not anyone else. Do you see that now?”, Constance questioned. Minerva turned away for a moment, her icy blue eyes glancing over at the tag team titles. She understood how important they were to her, what they had to do to gain any respect, beat the best and yet she felt like the best wasn’t enough, they needed to make a bigger statement, she could see that in Minerva’s eyes. The EAW sign stood behind them on the wall with pictures of the Dynasty, Showdown and Voltage Brands, the Battle of Egypt poster was there as well. Minerva turned slowly staring at those, her eyes narrowing….
“Minerva, we won and that is what counts, all of this other stuff, in due time sister, in due time. They cannot disrespect us anymore, no matter what Camille or Andrea say, they can whine, cry and bitch about it all day, in the end, we won, like you said and had nothing to do with this distraction, right?”, Constance asked of her partner. Minerva continued to stare at the poster and signage….
“Right, sister?”, asking again for confirmation. Suddenly Minerva spits “The Dark” right at the Battle of Egypt poster, some spraying on the EAW and different brand logos too. Dripping from her mouth, The Gypsy Moth brushes her hair back, her eyes slowly move in the direction of Constance. Minerva smiles with her black soiled mouth….
“Right.”
…. As Constance cracks a smirk.
TO BE CONTINUED
ONLY THE STRONG:
THROUGH THE “GATES” OF HELL
The Royal Caribbean Cruise, The Symphony of the Sea, where they will be wrestling in front of a huge crowd. Here is where we find Minerva, one half of the Unified Tag Team Champions and “The Gypsy Moth” of the EAW. She stands at the bow of the ship, staring out in the ocean as the warm breeze sifts through her long crimson hair. The gorgeous member of Heavenly Hell was recently in Egypt for EAW’s latest PPV where they wrestled Extreme Valentine, a hard-fought victory that did see a distraction from Charlie Marr and Veena Adams which made it possible for Constance to get the drop on Andrea Valentine and secure the win. On a personal level, Minerva wanted to do more to Andrea, she despises her and will look for one day to take her out down the road but for now she needed to concentrate on the task a hand on this cruise ship against a very dangerous and game competitor in Shane Gates along with Angela Grant, hos manager/valet. Minerva knows that Gates will do anything for a victory so that his stock will grow and get him in line for a future title shot. A won over Minerva would do that but the Gypsy Moth has other plans, wanting to keep the momentum going as they head into their next challenge and hope it is the Illionaires but Heavenly Hell is not holding their breath at all for that one. The beautiful Minerva seems troubled, a little erratic and upset yet calm and very focused. Wearing a black lace dress, open toed platform heels and a matching hat, her long crimson hair hangs down, nails polished a matte black, with the tag title hanging over her shoulder, she pauses for a moment as the camera begins to record…
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Minerva stares out into the ocean, many wonders what thoughts run through this woman’s mind when she is so focused and driven to make a statement and tires of the same old rhetoric. She begins to speak in a very calm and yet cold demeanor…
“As I stand here, looking out at the countless miles of ocean wondering where it all leads, hearing the children in the background, the screaming teenagers jumping in the pool, the “marks” continuously trying to get selfies and autographs with Constance and I, don’t they know we only want to be left alone. I am surrounded on this boat by the same people who have shunned and judged us for being different, having enough of the system that has failed us. What did Battle of Egypt prove? Andrea Valentine is a natural blonde? Ms. Extreme took us to limits never seen and we survived? There are different stories we can tell here and the those who walk around staring at me like they are right now in bot anguish and lust….
Will create their own narrative.
Andrea Valentine and Ms. Extreme, I refuse to call her Camille, are heroes. They are what these people here who I cannot run, away from want. They are the epitome of everything I hate in the EAW though for Ms. Extreme, she seems to get our little situation, Andrea is clueless and let me end by saying this, what happened at Battle of Egypt was of your own doing, no one else to blame. I will make it my mission to one day come after you and “Kill” the REAL Princess of this promotion. A victory is a victory though there will be many who shall cry foul. They will question our credibility and finally count the days that someone like the Illionaires who we are not good enough to face and defend our tag team titles against take what ours is and prove that we are overrated and nothing more than talk. I want to get lost in this peaceful moment, the wind in my hair, the silk and lace rubbing against my skin, the smell of the open sea. Is that too much I’m asking for?
I stand on a cruise liner, ready to face against Shane Gates.
What has he done wrong?
Do you know what I think? It’s these people, the gorgers who for years I was kept from to keep me pure and content. Isn’t this the State of Society today? The headlines of Impeachment, the Kurds fight against Turkey due to our abandonment or the constant questioning and integrity of journalism? Let’s talk for a second about “Fanatics”. Are we not all fans of a favorite sports team, whether it be in football, baseball, basketball, hockey, college athletics, soccer or any of the other numerous sports available to populous that want to indulge in the excitement of their team winning and the off chance of making the playoffs. These “Fanatics” put these athletes on pedestals in some God-like type of worship. These gorgers buy their jerseys, shoes and even order the pizza their favorite players endorse, it is the type of heroes these days your kids look up to. What these “Fanatics” have become is not supporters of a sport, instead to seek and impose their own agendas, what they want to fit into their narrative and its more prevalent now than ever in the sport of Professional Wrestling. Yes, what I chose to hone my craft, a platform where stories are told, contests are won and lost, messages sent where children and adults alike who swarm around us like pestering insects watch every Saturday Night in anticipation yet is it really about the love of the game? Or has this become a political type forum for “Fanatics” to air their grievances? This is about people who unfortunately these days are too sensitive and care not to believe in unity, holding our hands across a nation, instead labeling Heavenly Hell as freaks. That is right, this is the state of Professional Wrestling today where some overweight fat kid sits in front of the computer and plays keyboard warrior, leaving nasty messages on our Twitter Feed, or some cosplayer losers who can’t separate reality from fantasy booing us out of the building because they rather see the street thug or the guy painted as a skeleton to take our spot due to the fact they are “cool” and connect with the disengaged youth of today? Has the wrestling “Fanatic” become more in tone with character portrayal instead of actual character?
Will another witchy spell entice those that do not understand Minerva?”
She tries to hold herself from laughing. Minerva’s perfectly manicured hands play with the pendant hanging around her neck. She sees wrestling as a whole deteriorating, maybe these feelings are coming from her inability to get free from the people on the boat. She was already feeling some ill-feelings after Battle of Egypt, but the gorgeous Gypsy will take the win no matter how it happened. She doesn’t turn toward the camera, instead looking out still while speaking in her sexy yet calm voice….
“Remember whatever “fanatics” accuse you of, is exactly what they are doing. We talk about right and wrong as the centerpiece to every conversation being held whether on TV, Social Media or platforms throughout the internet. It seems like opinions no longer matter, instead they are held, taken to be fact even if fiction comes out of a “Fanatics” mouth. We see it play out in the ring all the time, Good versus Evil and for many the messages sent are those they take into account and assimilate into their personalities and decision making so how bad does it look when you constantly see two women that are trying their best to send messages of empowerment by giving back to society and are booed, questioned and accused of whiners, complainers and too much trouble in handling.
What premise and standard do they hold? That it is okay to mock and insult us who are different? Beauty? Power? Charisma? Take all these factors into account and what are we left with? Words? Titles? Monikers thrown to the heap like hyperbole. Those examples that I just mentioned are real. This is what we see every day on EAW programming and the victim here? Is those like Constance and I, yet we fight back and are loathed for it. The 2019 wrestling “Fanatic” hate success, they despise tales of triumph and cannot comprehend good deeds. I have a theory, why the Heavenly Hell has become unpopular among the base, it really is simple to see, the average “Fanatic” cannot relate. We don’t engage in frivolous junk food eating, video game playing and web serving, instead of seeing what we bring. Their actions show who they are as the root to this problem for the average “Fanatic” no longer cares about wrestling, if they did, we would be worshipped as Dark Queens of the night.. Wrestling is no longer a sport, instead it is a bad soap opera resulting from the “Fanatics” wants, needs and demands, it has made it this way.
They don’t want to watch the product; they want to dictate it.
Maybe if you lowered those milk shakes and bag of potato chips, stop caring about signing petitions for Game of Thrones Season 8 to be rewritten again and drop boycotting upcoming movies labeled as “Too Violent” that are for simple entertainment, then maybe, just maybe you will see the true value Heavenly Hell brings to a sport that we are too good for.
So, the question begs to be asked, Shane Gates, where do you and Angela Grant fit in the grand scheme of things and especially Showdown? Is this where you finally start to build this legacy to go along with the Dynasty represented by your family, such a proud moment for a man like yourself who has been trying to prove himself day in and out, never reaching the goal set upon yourself whether attainable or not? Can’t you see there is a pattern here, a design already drawn up for every single one of us on this Showdown roster with the Elitists at the top while hand feeding you to me in a almost a sacrificial sort of ceremony where Shane doesn’t get to see his “Fucking Dynasty” become anything more than a quick flash of light only to be consumed by darkness?
Or can I simplify it all for these “Fanatics” who want to live vicariously through us, acting and even talking, the whole imitation is the sincerest form of flattery crap, by destroying everything you stand up by personally identifying the great Shane Gates…..
As my next Victim.”
Minerva says nothing. Looking down at the Unified Tag Team Championship and well aware that if she sleeps on Shane Gates, he will knock her down a few pegs. The gorgeous Gypsy Moth slowly rolls her eyes into the back of her head and speaks in some Romani tongue. After she stops, her icy blues slowly open back up again and turns, this time facing the camera, licking the piercings on her plump dark red lips before speaking….
“Shane Gates and Angela Grant, an interesting couple. While Angels looks like she wears the pants in the relationship, just look at that jaw, Shane Gates on the other hand is the man who has a Dynasty, wanting to be like his daddy and forever honor the name of his heritage or maybe he doesn’t give a shit, who knows but truth be told, he wouldn’t care about any sort of Dynasty if that was the case instead of making it part of his moniker and annoying the rest of us. It must be really hard living in the shadow of your father’s career and giving yourself something for people to compare. The question has always been, is this a motivating factor for you or just an excuse to act like another self-entitled millennial shit spit with mommy issues.
Hmmm…
My mother had a vision for me, Shane, she wanted for me to mingle and assimilate into this gorger collective that you are a big part of. Maybe she pictured her daughter wearing the latest fashion designs from Old Navy and Kohl’s because let’s face it, hipsters like yourself want to act like you have money, hiding behind the Cult of Frugality. To see a man like you walking around, acting like this boat is yours or whatever you say are the golden words of a delusional man who thinks his value is far greater than what it truly is to the Showdown brand, it reminds me of standing in line at a local Starbucks when they are not throwing me out for thinking I stole a handful of straws and some Sugar in the Raw packets, and there is the one loud, over-talkative asshole who thinks he is smart, funny, unique and entertaining while the rest in line let out a collective sigh and eye roll at the same time wishing this moron would walk into traffic and never speak again. I get this feeling all I want to do is spit The Dark in your face right from the sound of the bell, listen to your screams making them the true Symphony of the Seas comparable to Bach, Beethoven or Post Malone, you know, the guy who made that Ozzie Osbourne guy famous?
Shane Gates, this isn’t all doom and gloom, you are a man who has talent, who is very intricate in his words, who relies on Angela a lot to save his ass. I have been watching you, the match between you and Jake Smith was competitive and even though you lost, there was a “fire” there or you just didn’t care. I want to share something with you, Shane, I’m a woman that when I first came here, I didn’t care about much, all I wanted was to compete and as months went by, I started to realize that I was simply existing. Unlike you, I tire of the same faces in the same places, always being promoted and that started to weigh a heavy burden on me to the point I started to hate everyone here in the EAW especially AFTER Constance and I walked into Pain For Pride and walked out these Unified Tag Team champions. Since then, I have been uses as fodder, everything to push those elitists agenda and I have a problem with it and why?
I’m not you.
Shane Gates, I’m not content with being second best, I’m not okay with just being here and sharing the ring with others, I’m the bitch that wants it all and for the last ten months I have been crawling up the ranks a little too slowly, always taking a back seat to these Main Eventers. I did all I could to survive the onslaught of Mr. DEDEDE, did I ever get a response or a rematch with Jamie O’Hara? Do Constance and I wrestle as a team every week? No, we are lucky if we ever team. Now, I believe this is on purpose, it has become the Violence by Design, to where I look upon those that have no idea what I am capable of, much like you….
But come tomorrow night in the middle of the seas, no one will hear you scream when I make an example of you and let out a little anger and frustration all penned up thanks to this fucking ship.”
Biting down on her jaw, the beautiful Minerva knows what she must do facing a talented and sneaky wrestler like Shane Gates who will pull out all the stops to come out victorious. She knows what is at stake, any trip up, any loss will only make her claims and that of Constance even emptier, she needs to have a good showing in the singles rank, defeat a great wrestler like Gates and continue to ascension to the top of the ladder and it happens again on a boat. She turns, seemingly annoyed, speaking this time with more anger behind her words….
“I get it, Shane, there is this predetermined notion that I’m going to be this walk in the park for you, or that you’ll catch me off my “high” from Battle of Egypt, newsflash, there is no high. I’m on this little quest and it seems like you’re in my way. I tend to talk a lot and so that puts me in a corner where my actions must speak louder than my words. I have lived in this conundrum for so long, a circle jerk that seems to swing back and slap me in the face, for every three steps forward I take, there is five steps back I make. Maybe I started to believe too much of the hype the Elitists around here promote for themselves, a little intimidation if you will and while that maybe a factor for someone like you that is okay with being part of the show and NOT the show, that’s fine, live your “Fucking Dynasty” anyway you please, because at the end of the day no one will remember the Gates last name. I don’t care about a dynasty, I want to leave something far more important, a legacy. They will remember my name and so will YOU, Shane Gates. I want to be transparent with you, I’m going to hurt you…. Really, really bad. I want Jenny Punk to see what happens when Constance and I are disrespected. This isn’t anything personal Shane, I don’t have a deep hatred for you per say, I have a deep hatred for everything that Jenny Punk and the rest of these shit mongers put their backing in…..
For I will not be the silent majority anymore.
I’m not someone that was given a ton of chances to succeed and failed upon them, oh no, I am somebody who came here with a unique perspective about things and how they work, I don’t think they appreciate or understand my points of view and how I see this world from an outsider looking in. There won’t be any ass-kissing from me. I could see it, Jenny Punk in your ear, making sure I am humiliated and embarrassed to deflate our balloon and we stumble toward the Illionaires, sure, yes, the title defense we NEED to EARN!
Okay…. Whatever.
Shane Gates, you have been impressive against some great talent here, from Shaker Jones to Lucas Johnson to Jake Smith and the names go on and on….
But now this changes everything and you’re facing a very desperate woman. One that will NOT stop until she gets her just do. One that will not stop until she walks out with a smile on her face knowing that there was nothing Showdown, Jenny Punk or the long line of Elitists that are constantly on every poster, picture, magazine or website this company owns or has a working relationship with. They will never feature two people like Constance and I which makes all the sense in the world. Shane, this is not a wrestling match, this is a fight and I could easily curse you, put some kind of Romani spell that will make you see me as the most beautiful woman on the planet where you’ll turn into jelly for me so I could kick you around while Angela watches. I could….
But what fun is that when there is no challenge and all I will hear is how Minerva can’t do it on her own. Well, Shane, it’s just you and me. Angela can jump in if she wants, Constance will be there waiting with open arms. This is one of those statement matches Shane where you can either show Jenny Punk that you belong in her good graces or just another fallen opponent at the feet of Minerva.
Nothing is going to stop me from getting to the top and making them RESPECT who WE are and if I have to carry your severed head and drop it on her desk to do so?
I’ll sharpen my nails even more.”
Biting the bottom of her lips, Minerva cracks a smirk. Her icy blue eyes glare into the camera as she looks away for a second, at that very moment Constance Blevins comes into the picture and stands next to her partner….
“After I drop you with the “TPK”, I’ll lick the sweat off your face looking right at Angela and letting her know that you’re mine to play with now.
When it is all over, Shane…
When it is all over, Shane…
Your Dynasty will mean nothing, your name will be on top of an empire of dirt and Jenny Punk will bear witness….
To OUR Heaven?
Becoming YOUR Hell.”
Constance smiles as Minerva starts to laugh, she then abruptly stops and sprays The Dark into the camera….
*STATIC*
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