Post by Lexi Gold on Apr 9, 2024 20:19:35 GMT -5
Being a professional wrestler demands significant dedication, often keeping wrestlers away from home for long stretches. Despite this, KC and Pax made a choice to free up some time for a visit to their home in New Zealand. During their stay, they were eager to immerse themselves in the natural beauty of the wilderness. So, they embarked on a journey, finding themselves amidst towering trees and the company of native wildlife, their backpacks strapped securely to their backs.
Pax: “It's amazing to be back home, surrounded by our family and mates, and to return to this place where we've shared so many walks. How much time has passed since we’ve been here, do you reckon?”
KC twirled a leaf between her fingers, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings.
KC: “I believe the last time we were here, we were in high school, and we carved our initials into a tree. I'm curious if it's still there. We should take a look.”
The girls smiled and skipped their way to that particular spot, reminiscing about the good old times they shared.
After a tough search, they finally spotted the tree. Standing before it, they were relieved and happy to see the initials still there, undamaged and clear as day.
KC: “I remember that day so clearly, like it was yesterday. We were starting our freshman year, and despite being friendly to everyone, we found it tough to make friends. It seemed like everyone wanted to hang out with the cheerleaders or the football players.”
Pax sighs, attempting to erase that precise moment from her memory. Both she and KC felt like school outcasts, like losers, which made adjusting to their new environment challenging.
Pax: “Perhaps that's why we found solace in spending so much time here, away from the harsh realities of the outside world. It might sound cheesy, but I couldn't help feeling a genuine connection with the animals we encountered here over time, as if they were our friends genuinely glad to see us, reminiscent of Alice's adventures in Wonderland.”
KC: “I felt that too, mate, but enough dwelling. Let's focus on enjoying today
and try to make light of the situation.”
As KC and Pax ventured deeper into the wilderness, they stumbled upon a peaceful stream. Sunlight filtered through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the rippling water.
Pax: “This stream, it's like our path to the match. Sometimes clear, sometimes murky, but together, we'll find our way.”
As they ventured deeper, they encountered their first challenge—a steep gorge.
KC: “This gorge feels like one of those high-risk moves. Dangerous, but sometimes, it's the only way forward.”
Pax was the first to cross the gorge successfully. KC, hesitant and afraid of falling, remained behind. Seeing her fear, Pax extended her hand out.
Pax: “Take my hand. I won't let you fall.”
After some thought, KC finally extends her hand, aiding her in crossing the gorge. She feels a rush of relief as she makes it across, with Pax smiling approvingly at her bravery.
KC: “Thanks, Pax.”
They move forward, facing a thick patch of thorns ahead.
KC and Pax examine their arms and hands, grimacing at the painful cuts and blood drawn by the thorns. Pax winces as she notices a particularly deep cut, while KC inspects a series of smaller scratches on her hands before turning to her friend.
KC: “Hey, are you going to be okay?”
Pax: “Yes. Just as thorns cause pain, a death match pushes you to your limits, demanding resilience and fortitude to survive and thrive.”
KC grinned and gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder, leading the way as they continued exploring through the woods. They finally reached the foot of a massive mountain, looking up in amazement.
KC: “This is it—the ultimate challenge. Just like the match, it's a climb, a test of our strength and determination.”
Pax: “Every step brings us closer to victory.”
They set aside their fears and climbed the tall mountain together. Encouraging each other through tough times and celebrating little wins, they finally reached the top, amazed by the stunning view as they caught their breath.
KC: “That was tough, but we made it through without giving up.”
Pax removed her bag from her back, wiping the sweat from her forehead before fetching water for both of them.
Pax: “We've faced the trials of the wilderness together, and we'll face the match the same way. Side by side, no matter what.”
Encouraged by their experiences in the woods, they were ready to face this challenge at WrestleWars with the lessons they had learned.
KC: “There is a lot to rewind in this story to get to where we are now. This rivalry with the clowns all began last year around Christmas. What started out as a kind gesture on our part turned into bad humor, earning yourselves a one-way ticket out of our circle of friends and into enemy territory. So, there was only one solution to all this, and that was settled in the ring. You both pulled out every bag of tricks to prevent us from winning, but we outsmarted you and stood tall as winners.”
Pax: “A part of us wanted to believe that the match taught you boys a valuable lesson in respect and a new way to approach things, but the old saying applies in that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. You could debate and say that your approach led you to your championship reign, but let’s be honest, it was neither impressive nor deserving. Had S.E.X. not sunk into the pressure as champions, they would have won. Now we have to live with the fact that some second-rate sideshow act has taken over the tag team division for now anyway.”
KC: “The gauntlet has been thrown down. All four of us will circle back to this rivalry. This time, however, you decided a wrestling ring was out of the question, so you opted for a Circus Death Match, which we accepted. This is not our usual domain; it's yours.
We don't specialize in death matches. Never even competed in one, so we are walking into this blindly, not knowing what to expect. We do have an advantage, however, and that is the ability to learn and adapt to new situations. In this scenario, when the bell rings, we will shed our typical good-girl image and embrace a new-found edge. That's precisely what you'll experience with the Cassette Collective as we make your domain ours.”
Pax: “What you two bozos fail to understand is that the circus isn't just for laughs and giggles. It's a battleground, a coliseum of carnage, where only the strongest survive, and, mark my words, we will use this environment given to us to our advantage. You both seem to be fond of the color red, as evident by your face paint. How about we introduce you to a different kind of red—the color of blood—when we make you bleed?”
KC: “Since our arrival, we've faced the toughest, meanest, and baddest tag teams this world has to offer, and upon our return, we've come out on top every single time, leaving a trail of broken bodies in our wake. We've already emerged victorious once against you bozos, and at WrestleWars, we're destined to make history repeat itself yet again, this time with the tag team titles around our waists.”
Pax: “While you may view those championships as insignificant, for us, they would hold great importance. Winning signifies our dream coming true and establishes us as the ultimate standard-bearers of tag team supremacy. I hope you have come prepared, because when the dust clears, the Cassette Collective will be standing amongst the destruction, proving that true talent will always reign supreme over gags and pratfalls.”
Pax: “It's amazing to be back home, surrounded by our family and mates, and to return to this place where we've shared so many walks. How much time has passed since we’ve been here, do you reckon?”
KC twirled a leaf between her fingers, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings.
KC: “I believe the last time we were here, we were in high school, and we carved our initials into a tree. I'm curious if it's still there. We should take a look.”
The girls smiled and skipped their way to that particular spot, reminiscing about the good old times they shared.
After a tough search, they finally spotted the tree. Standing before it, they were relieved and happy to see the initials still there, undamaged and clear as day.
KC: “I remember that day so clearly, like it was yesterday. We were starting our freshman year, and despite being friendly to everyone, we found it tough to make friends. It seemed like everyone wanted to hang out with the cheerleaders or the football players.”
Pax sighs, attempting to erase that precise moment from her memory. Both she and KC felt like school outcasts, like losers, which made adjusting to their new environment challenging.
Pax: “Perhaps that's why we found solace in spending so much time here, away from the harsh realities of the outside world. It might sound cheesy, but I couldn't help feeling a genuine connection with the animals we encountered here over time, as if they were our friends genuinely glad to see us, reminiscent of Alice's adventures in Wonderland.”
KC: “I felt that too, mate, but enough dwelling. Let's focus on enjoying today
and try to make light of the situation.”
As KC and Pax ventured deeper into the wilderness, they stumbled upon a peaceful stream. Sunlight filtered through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the rippling water.
Pax: “This stream, it's like our path to the match. Sometimes clear, sometimes murky, but together, we'll find our way.”
As they ventured deeper, they encountered their first challenge—a steep gorge.
KC: “This gorge feels like one of those high-risk moves. Dangerous, but sometimes, it's the only way forward.”
Pax was the first to cross the gorge successfully. KC, hesitant and afraid of falling, remained behind. Seeing her fear, Pax extended her hand out.
Pax: “Take my hand. I won't let you fall.”
After some thought, KC finally extends her hand, aiding her in crossing the gorge. She feels a rush of relief as she makes it across, with Pax smiling approvingly at her bravery.
KC: “Thanks, Pax.”
They move forward, facing a thick patch of thorns ahead.
KC and Pax examine their arms and hands, grimacing at the painful cuts and blood drawn by the thorns. Pax winces as she notices a particularly deep cut, while KC inspects a series of smaller scratches on her hands before turning to her friend.
KC: “Hey, are you going to be okay?”
Pax: “Yes. Just as thorns cause pain, a death match pushes you to your limits, demanding resilience and fortitude to survive and thrive.”
KC grinned and gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder, leading the way as they continued exploring through the woods. They finally reached the foot of a massive mountain, looking up in amazement.
KC: “This is it—the ultimate challenge. Just like the match, it's a climb, a test of our strength and determination.”
Pax: “Every step brings us closer to victory.”
They set aside their fears and climbed the tall mountain together. Encouraging each other through tough times and celebrating little wins, they finally reached the top, amazed by the stunning view as they caught their breath.
KC: “That was tough, but we made it through without giving up.”
Pax removed her bag from her back, wiping the sweat from her forehead before fetching water for both of them.
Pax: “We've faced the trials of the wilderness together, and we'll face the match the same way. Side by side, no matter what.”
Encouraged by their experiences in the woods, they were ready to face this challenge at WrestleWars with the lessons they had learned.
KC: “There is a lot to rewind in this story to get to where we are now. This rivalry with the clowns all began last year around Christmas. What started out as a kind gesture on our part turned into bad humor, earning yourselves a one-way ticket out of our circle of friends and into enemy territory. So, there was only one solution to all this, and that was settled in the ring. You both pulled out every bag of tricks to prevent us from winning, but we outsmarted you and stood tall as winners.”
Pax: “A part of us wanted to believe that the match taught you boys a valuable lesson in respect and a new way to approach things, but the old saying applies in that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. You could debate and say that your approach led you to your championship reign, but let’s be honest, it was neither impressive nor deserving. Had S.E.X. not sunk into the pressure as champions, they would have won. Now we have to live with the fact that some second-rate sideshow act has taken over the tag team division for now anyway.”
KC: “The gauntlet has been thrown down. All four of us will circle back to this rivalry. This time, however, you decided a wrestling ring was out of the question, so you opted for a Circus Death Match, which we accepted. This is not our usual domain; it's yours.
We don't specialize in death matches. Never even competed in one, so we are walking into this blindly, not knowing what to expect. We do have an advantage, however, and that is the ability to learn and adapt to new situations. In this scenario, when the bell rings, we will shed our typical good-girl image and embrace a new-found edge. That's precisely what you'll experience with the Cassette Collective as we make your domain ours.”
Pax: “What you two bozos fail to understand is that the circus isn't just for laughs and giggles. It's a battleground, a coliseum of carnage, where only the strongest survive, and, mark my words, we will use this environment given to us to our advantage. You both seem to be fond of the color red, as evident by your face paint. How about we introduce you to a different kind of red—the color of blood—when we make you bleed?”
KC: “Since our arrival, we've faced the toughest, meanest, and baddest tag teams this world has to offer, and upon our return, we've come out on top every single time, leaving a trail of broken bodies in our wake. We've already emerged victorious once against you bozos, and at WrestleWars, we're destined to make history repeat itself yet again, this time with the tag team titles around our waists.”
Pax: “While you may view those championships as insignificant, for us, they would hold great importance. Winning signifies our dream coming true and establishes us as the ultimate standard-bearers of tag team supremacy. I hope you have come prepared, because when the dust clears, the Cassette Collective will be standing amongst the destruction, proving that true talent will always reign supreme over gags and pratfalls.”