Post by Achilles on Feb 2, 2024 10:28:26 GMT -5
“What does it mean to be a SIMP?”
“There seem to be questions on everybody’s minds in the past month. Ever since Artemis put up her artistic juices, and I, Achilles, managed to best all others to prove my worth to her.
Some will ridicule me for what I did, nobody except Artemis and me truly understands why I did it, and to what end. Because whilst people might misunderstand, I had my reasons, and I have no regrets, no shame to call myself a SIMP.
It’s a word of pride to me, the knowledge that only I am worthy in the eyes of Artemis, that only I can be her chosen champion week in and week out, against all her enemies, to fight her battles, and to protect her when she needs protecting. And most importantly, to be a part of her campaign to change wrestling at its very core, where so many have tried, Artemis shall succeed, and I shall help her make it happen.
Before that night, before I risked my life to grab that bottle, I was a nobody, just another loser who drove across my home state of Texas for a few dollars to wrestle people, sometimes to win and sometimes to stare up at the lights, but every time with some sort of vain selfish hope that there would be someone out there that saw my talents and understood what I had in me.
I stocked shelves, flipped burgers, answered phones just to scratch a living so I could get on the road again to continue chasing that selfish dream of becoming a wrestling superstar, just like so many.
And I got nothing for it, nobody knows me, nobody cares, just another indie loser who acted like hot shit but had nothing to set them apart.
I been at this for over six years, and I had nothing to show for it, I doubt anybody would even be able to find me even if they knew my actual name, but that was who I was, and not who I have been allowed to become.
Because my life changed when I saw Artemis, when I saw her walk bravely into WGWF and proclaim herself an artiste, the one who would start a renaissance, a revolution of wrestling. To change it permanently, and make it better than it ever had a right of being. Nobody understands her vision, nobody wants to understand it. But I did, like struck by divine inspiration she inspired me to understand that what I was doing was nothing, and that to truly be different I had to be prepared to change the world.
When I was in attendance for that match, I was the first one there, and the only one prepared to do everything and more to succeed. Not those fat overweight slobs, not those pathetic neckbeards that jerk themselves to sleep thinking about ever kissing a woman… I did it, I leapt from inside the ring to hit the floor outside to grab that bottle, I removed my knowledge of that moment from my brain whilst doing it, because I knew that I wanted to fight for something more.
And then she bestowed it upon me, a new name, a new identity, a new life.
The life of a SIMP. HER SIMP, and only hers.
To be able to even see her shadow is a honour, to be able to stand within it, beside her, fight for her goals, that is something I am permanently grateful, and something I am prepared to fight to the death to keep.
The bottle filled with her artistic juices, it’s something I will cherish with more love than most would show their firstborn child.
I am her champion, Achilles, the one who will cut down her enemies, with no goal except to be able to make reality the world she wants to build. Artemis and Achilles, Achilles and Artemis. The ones that shall uproot wrestling, and make it truly artful.
Her brilliance shall guide me, her enemies shall fall before me. So you ask me what it means to be a SIMP?
It means to be something better than I could have ever been on my own.”
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We rejoin Achilles sitting in a darkened room, the type of room that leaves little to the imagination and deserves to be given even less credit to the person who made the decision for the setting. Achilles has his hands cupped, looking focused and seemingly poised for the battle ahead of him.
“Soon I will be fighting in my first match in the WGWF, well… the first official one, I guess. Because the powers that be are too big cowards to recognize Artemis’ brilliant challenge as a true match.
But it doesn’t matter, just like the unofficial first match, the ‘official’ one will have a comparable ending. Me victorious, me being able to show my worthiness to the only person that matters in this god forsaken business. I will go out there and fight, so that Artemis knows that I am worth something when she calls upon me.”
He’d stand up from his seated position, Achilles made sure to move around as the camera followed him as he moved back and forth. The slightest hints of nerves could be traced in his muscles, the ones that weren’t covered by the latest sleeveless t-shirt with Artemis branding plastered all over it.
“But I’m not going to talk about my opponents, not yet. Because let’s be honest, my opponents don’t matter to me as much, they aren’t true opponents. They are just a roadblock, a litmus test to my qualities as Artemis’ champion. My true enemies… Are her enemies…”
Rubbing his hands, he’d make sure his wrist tape was tight enough, moving his hands around to loosen them up just enough.
“Y’all fuckers thought you were so smart, actually, I doubt all four of you are able to even think for yourself. Probably were taking turns under Candice’s desk lapping up all her ideas on how to prevent Artemis’ renaissance from taking hold, when we all know that in the mind of the people, change has already started to root, and it’s only a matter of time before the renaissance turns into a full blown revolution.
So taking her out with the four of you, that little plan, it’s just an attempt at stopping the inevitable. At best you have slowed her down, at worst… You have just made the most powerful martyr this world has ever seen, struck down for speaking the truth, for trying to help others who are less fortunate as her.
But the truth shall set everyone free just like it did to me, just like how I was a dumb hick unable to realize what true wrestling could be, all of you will eventually fall one-by-one like toppling dominoes. In the end, Candice will see her kingdom fall as the one and only queen leads the revolution to its spectacular conclusion.”
Letting in a sigh, Achilles would smile at the thought.
“Better believe that, because with every passing moment we draw closer to the day of reckoning.”
Then he’d shake his head, holding up his hand at the camera.
“But enough about that inevitable, lets talk about my match. The triple threat whatever-the-fuck I have been thrown in to test my mettle. Undoubtedly pitting me against two women, assuming I am just some sweaty neckbeard who will have his resolve shook that easily. When those two can never compare to Artemis, to her genius, to her beauty, to her passion… for cleaning up this business.
First you have the invisible woman, who would be better off being put on Unsolved Mysteries rather than Brawl. Because where is Ruby, who the fuck even is Ruby Darling? I legit want to know, if I can’t find out who they are in a five minute google search, do they even deserve to be cared for? Bitch, I bet some conspiracy nerds can even claim she might be Artemis wearing a skin mask, because the moment Artemis came to WGWF the other one vanished from the face of the earth? Coincidence?
… Yes it fucking is, she took one moment to look at Artemis and realized her time in this business is over and she has stopped bothering. Going through the motions, hoping that her suffering is going to end real quick… Maybe I shall give you that final push you need, to the unemployment line where you belong, cause you don’t belong in a post-renaissance business.”
Pausing for a second, he’d look at his phone. Shaking his head in disappointment as he held up a picture of Latoya Hixx.
“And then there’s the woman who dares calls herself a goddess, fallen or otherwise. Acting like there is room in this world for multiple, when the real goddess is the one whose name I am fighting for, the one that shall cleanse the generic wrestling filth from the face of this company, before purging it from the business entirely.
Latoya, you’re the second sacrifice. The blasphemer who shall be put down in the name of the truth, the one who shall be turned into a message to the rest who dares to equate themselves to perfection, who dares to act like they are something to be adored or prayed to. You’re nothing, and I will prove it, with Artemis at ringside to watch me I shall defeat you to appease her, to give her message more power.”
He’d shake his head again, but then he’d turn around and turn on the light, displaying a veritable altar to Artemis, showing off all her highlights, with on the middle of the pedestal the bottle of her artistic juices she had blessed upon him.
He’d light up a flame, and hold up two pictures of the two ladies he had to fight. Although in the case of Ruby, it would be a silhouette with a big question mark in the middle.
With a few starting mumbles, Achilles would start speaking some personally prepared rite.
“Bless the renaissance, because with me on your side, you shall become an unshakeable entity of beauty and justice. Accept these two offerings from your mighty champion, who shall usher in the beginning of the end…”
With his rites said, he’d enflame the two pictures and tilt his head back at the camera.
“I will not lose, because unlike everyone else, I am on a mission from the goddess. Rather than chasing empty and hollow victories or fools gold, I shall use my powers to curry the favor of Artemis and tilt the scales to her side. No longer is she alone to fight insurmountable odds, for now I shall carry her like Atlas carried the world.”
And having said his peace, the camera fades to black