The Pariah

[Deskfan45]

Author's Note: I feel like it'd be smart to make it clear that I don't mean to throw shade at anybody else with this. Everything said is purely in character and does not reflect me as a writer.

One week after Skylar Jones' return to the ring in a match against Yukino Fuyumi, the Brawling Puppet's music blared over the arena speakers, stirring a mixed but uproarious reaction from the crowd as the brunette strut down the entrance ramp and entered the ring, microphone in hand. "Cut my music." She demanded, the audio guy doing as he was told as the song came to an abrupt stop. Skylar smiled, soaking in the cheers and boos that the people showered her with, before she spoke. "Been a while, ladies and gentleman. Y'know, I've always wanted to set records in my wrestling career, but longest time off ever for a broken arm isn't exactly one I'm proud of." She joked. "It was a whole fuckin' shitshow. I was like, partially cleared for a little while but one match later my arm's fucked up all over again. I just so happened to meet my beautiful girlfriend Orime Akasa in that match, and lemme tell ya, all the vigorous love making we did did not make this arm heal any faster! So really this is all Orime's fault." She laughed. "Love you Ori."

"But in all my time away, I've been doing a lot of thinking and a lot of reflecting on my career and my life up to this point, and y'know, I have done some really awful, fucked up shit. I used a metal baseball bat to break nearly every bone in a woman's body, and quite frankly, it's a miracle she ever walked again. I used a steel folding chair to snap a poor girl's leg, and then I used by belt to string her up and hang her off the side of the ring while her family watched on television." She paused forlornly. "I have done these awful, awful things, and I take accountability for all of it. What I did was wrong and horrific, and I had no right. But I do... I do have one thing to say... I'm not sorry."

She broke into a grin that she'd been holding back for the last several sentences, snickering as the audience erupted into booes. "I'm not sorry! I never have been! I don't give a fuck!" She laughed. "I think about Yuki Kazikura's parents watching me massacre their little girl live on their TV screen and I do not feel the smallest shred of guilt. I go to bed every night and drift off comfortably with a smile on my face, perfectly fine with who I am and the things I've done! If I've ever implied otherwise, I was fuckin' lying!"

"And if I was ever gonna apologize to anyone, do you really think it'd be to the redneck white trash in this audience, or the disgusting fat neckbeards watching at home!? No! Fuck you people! I hear a lot about shitty fandoms, but nothing, FUCKING NOTHING, compares to wrestling fans. You greasy pieces of shit go online and criticize athletes like me and everybody else in this company, as if you've done a single fucking exercise since High School PE! And you people fling shit at each other over which wrestling company is better like some kinda neckbeard gang war! Seriously! If I've ever said that 'Thank you for your support' type bullshit, I take it back! You can all burn in hell!"

Skylar simply smirked as the booing grew ever louder. "Now, we've talked about my violent actions, and we've talked about you people, how about we talk about something that actually fucking matters!" She started. "Apex. Has there been a bigger fucking sham in the history of this sport then Apex? About half of this roster made it in, and do you really think that of those who qualified, the best wrestler among them won? No! Of course not! Apex wasn't about finding the best wrestler in this company, it was about finding the boss's favorite! And our boss has pretty shit taste, cause he chose a tacky viking cosplayer to be the inaugural holder of the long awaited Openweight Championship!" There was bitter anger in her voice. "And of course the Middleweight Championship was reduced to a second place medal, and handed to a talentless nepo-baby! Astrid Arviddson, Kyoko Akan, lemme tell you two something: You are not real champions! You had those belts handed to you and have held onto them either by luck or by a lack of competent challengers. Alizeh MIDori? Fucking really? And speaking of shitty champions, she's outside my weight class, but let's talk about that wrinkly old FUCK, Alaina Sanders. Alaina is an overrated, past her prime relic that on pure luck alone won the Heavyweight title by pinning someone who was not the champion, and since then has defended the title against jobbers who's names I can't remember." She feigned thought for a moment. "Won the title through bullshit means, mainly defends against no-name jobbers who pose no threat to you whats-o-ever... Alaina, you're just a washed up, less sexy version of Rose Gold!" Sky smirked.

"But worry not, dear viewers! Soon enough, you'll have one less bullshit champion in this company, cause I'm coming for them!" She arrogantly proclaimed. "I might go after Astrid, I might go after Kyoko, hell, I might bulk up a lil' bit and go after Alaina! And for the first time since Astrid Ostberg didn't get pinned, this company will have a champion that's worth a damn! And can you all think of a better one then me!?" She asked rhetorically, showered in boos. "When people talk about the best combat athlete ever, they'll throw around names like Steve Austin, The Rock, Muhammad Ali, John Cena, Hulk Hogan, Mike Tyson, but the truth is..." She wore the biggest smug smirk imaginable. "Not a singe one of those men, in their prime, could have ever held a candle to me! In a six on one handicap match, I would wipe the floor with every single one of them without breaking a sweat! She laughed. "Now you all might have your arguments now, and I may have been the victim of some really shitty luck in the past, but in the coming weeks, if you watch my matches, you are all gonna see that talent like me comes once in a millennium! To steal a line from a legendary wrestler that could never have laced my boots: I am the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be!" With that, she tossed the microphone to the ground, out stretching her arms at both sides to take in the thunderous boos that the audience threw her way, leaning her head back with a smug grin.