First time for everything (Warren) v DRUSCILLA & VALKYRIE
Oct 19, 2021 23:25:12 GMT -5
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Post by thekidsarealright on Oct 19, 2021 23:25:12 GMT -5
“I am going to be honest here. I have been agonizing over how I was going to approach this.
I grew up with a kind of traditionalist teacher… Well, no, that's not the right way to phrase it. I was trained by a misogynistic sociopath. He got a new wife every year or so so he could get the newest eighteen year old model. He sired more bastards then any other wrestler I know. So many that there is in fact merchandise still on the IWF merch shop that says, “Probably a Kane”. He didn’t believe women could wrestle as good as a man. He never thought women should be in a ring when he was unless it was to be eye candy. He might be singing a different song nowadays but that’s the man I remember.
Terrible teacher and worse father.
But he didn’t raise me. My mom raised me. I was an accident of a teenager who didn’t know any better. She was a good catholic girl and she raised me as best she could. She had terrible taste in men. She married my stepfather who beat the shit out of her and me depending on how his mood was. He was a mean son of a bitch. Sometimes she protected me and sometimes she didn’t. I don’t blame her for that, though there was a time I did.
I only started wrestling because I wanted to learn how to defend myself. I wanted to defend her from him. If I got strong enough. If I got tough enough. I could protect her. Cancer took her first. Then I fell into Spike Kane’s hands to be molded into his legacy.
So when I say this match is likely going to be the toughest of my career, I’m not being melodramatic. I have never fought a woman before. I have never struck a woman. I spent a lot of time avoiding women because I was terrified that the two men who raised me, to put it mildly, would have infected me with something. As if I could not be trusted around women.
So when the match got announced… that I’d be fighting women. I panicked. I panicked hard. I thought about asking Tara to let me drop out, let my sister find a new partner. I’m only sort of sure about this.
I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to cross a line I can’t come back from. But Dawn says I’m being a pussy and to get over myself. She’s dragged me into the ring a couple times in the weeks since this was announced. I’ve had a couple girls train with me. So I think… I’m pretty sure I can do this.
Sorry to ramble, I guess.
Hi, My name is Warren Kane. I’ve only really wrestled for Imperial Wrestling federation. I’ve won a couple titles here and there. I’ve gotten awards or whatever. But on this cruise, for charity… I get to fight one of my greatest fears. How cool is that?”
Warren looked at the black velvet box in his hand, tried to reassure himself this was not something he was going to regret. He’d already asked for all the permission he needed. He just needed to ask Dean. Just Dean. Just the love of his life. The one man he loved despite all the terrible awful things he did.
“You keep pacing like that you’re going to to go right through the deck. There’s gonna be an anxiety stain right there. People will see this boat for fucking years and say ‘some poor hopeless fucker paced back and forth here for something’ and they’ll think it’s fucking serious.” Dawn sipped the water out of the bottle as she sat cross legged on the deck chair. “He’s gonna say yes. You heard him yourself. He always says yes to whatever you ask him.”
“This is different.” Warren put it in his pocket. “This is a big deal.”
“Stop being such a fucking girl about it. Just go up to your serial killer boyfriend and tell him you want… I don’t fucking know, to be the Will to his Hannibal or whatever.”
“Not helping my calm.”
“I’m your sister. I’m not meant to help.”
“You could try.”
“Look. You got Angel’s blessing. You got the kid’s blessing. You agreed to go on a charity cruise so you could propose to him in a sappy way. All you need is rose pedals on the fucking bed and you’re a teenage rom-com.” Dawn waved it off. “You’re fucking untouchable, okay? You’re twisted fucked up gay life goals.”
“What if he says no?”
“He won’t.”
“But what if he does?”
“Then you give him a blow job and ask again, I don’t know.”
Warren ran his hand through his hair, “I’m a fucking wreck.”
“He proposed to you last time, right?” Dawn got up and grabbed his arms. “Right?”
“Right.”
“And he still wears the engagement ring on that necklace around his neck, right?”
“Right.”
“The betting odds on him wanting to marry you are stacked so high in your favor it’d be stupid to bet against it. Right?”
“...Right.”
“So grow a fucking pair and just ask him. Make it casual. I asked Caitlin to marry me casual.”
“You call your engagement casual?”
“Pretty much.”
“She was in cosplay.”
“She is always in cosplay, follow along. Just say, ‘Hey, I’m Warren Kane and I want to marry you, for real this time. No homophobic daddy issues to make me skip town, pinky promise.’ Throw in something... Something sappy.”
Warren leaned against the railing with a sigh, “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
“If you wanted to back out, maybe you should have done that before Angel Blake got involved, hm? Pretty sure if you don’t make an honest man out of his son he’s gonna flay you alive.”
“Not the engagement...The timing. Maybe this is too soon.”
“Oh my god… if you don’t propose to him on this goddamn ship I’m going to reenact the opening scene to ghost ship.”
“...Which one was that?”
“Just for that, I’m super-kicking you into the ocean.”
“Wait, Dawn!”
“No, too late. Time to die.”
“I tried to do my research on both Druscilla White and Valkyrie. I know I’m at a little disadvantage here. I haven’t been as entrenched as others have been on twitter. I have been trying my best to keep up with things. I’ve spent most of the time since this match was announced trying to find everything I can about the two of you. I want to know who I am fighting.
It’s hard to get a detailed view, I’ll be honest. I know your pagan or witches, I guess. I honestly admire how sure of yourselves you are. There’s no mystery or drama. You are so fully yourselves.
I will admit what I have found out terrifies me. You are both no stranger to fighting men. I’m at a serious disadvantage.
What all of that builds up to, Druscilla and Valkyrie, is that I respect what you do. I respect what you go out into the ring to prove. What you've dedicated your life to doing. You're fearless. You're driven. You two are not the sort of people who will let any obstacle stay in her way for long, and you're stubborn enough to never, ever give up.
But the truth?
The truth is that you're not the team who's going to walk out of this ring victorious.
The truth is that my sister and I have put too much work into this to go home empty handed. For all my damage? For all my pain? For all the scars that my own truths have left upon my body and soul over the years, and despite the fact that I've not wrestled a mixed gendered match ever?
I'm ready for you.
I'm ready for the pain of what you're able to do in that ring. Your strength, your speed, your endurance and your skill.
Because I've been through a lot. I've been tortured. I've been brainwashed. I've followed psychopaths and monsters, and been rightfully called both in turn. I've danced with the devil in the pale fuckin' moonlight, and I've stood toe to toe against gods, angels and demons in turn. I've lost more in the last couple years than I could ever hope to deserve to gain back, and suffered more than I thought a man could suffer and walk out the other side the better for every moment of it.
I've changed.
I've grown.
My sister has ensured that. She might be a chaotic gremlin but she dragged me out of the depressive spiral I was in and took me all the way to the world championship. She’s a better wrestler and coach than anyone else I’ve run into. She’s stupid and an annoying loud mouth who gets us into a lot of trouble. But she’s my sister.
And I owe her this victory for putting her own career on hold to help me put my life together. So as scared as I am to fight both or either of you… She’s scarier.
And I'm not going to let her down. Not ever.
See you in the ring.”
