Perfectly Imperfect

[Toxicita]

Perfectly Imperfect

So Begins the Saga

There is a difference between being forced to be perfect and wanting to be perfect.

Evee had been forced to be perfect so she could measure up to the dreams of her parents. They forced her to be the best at everything they wanted her to do. Wrestling was the first thing she experienced that was for herself and not them and it was almost stripped away from her because of them. The only time she had any words from her parents after leaving their house was the first time she ever lost a match.

They were disappointed and knew she could do better. They were ashamed of her. Her mother was worried about the face that made them money from magazine covers and toddler commercials instead of her daughter's own well being. Her father hated that his last name was attached to someone who lost on national television.

They disowned her for one loss and she lost it.

Hysterical wasn't a strong enough word. However, after she pulled herself back together she went through changes, so many that would make her stronger. She legally changed her last name and went by a different stage name. Instead of top company names she joined companies that meant something to her.

Being forced to be perfect is what hung Evee but birthed Toxicita. Wanting to be perfect was now what drove her.

Wrestling saved the little girl in Evee and salvaged the beast that is Toxicita. Wrestling wasn’t just a sport or a way to earn money. Wrestling was a lifeline. The wrestling world turned a scared girl into a woman who had a reason.

...This begins the Perfectly Imperfect Saga…

~Off Camera~

Evee closed her eyes then leaned forward on the desk in her hotel room. Behind her was a woman with bandages in her hand and antiseptic cleaning a stitched wound just under Evee’s rib cage on her back. The antiseptic burned but you couldn’t be too careful when getting scratched by a rusty nail drilled into a wooden board. The stitches, the shots, the pain, it meant nothing when she hadn’t walked out the victor.

“I’m glad you’re going to come back. The roster at OCW seems to have settled in with their champions and needs to be shaked up a little.” Evee said through smirking teeth. “You and your brother need to start putting your names back out if you expect to see any champion action. The three of us could run this place you know. Stop scraping the bottom of the roster for people like BRADDOCK; you’re wasting your time.”

Evee sits up and spins around in her chair to face the woman. A femme hand strokes Evee’s cheek and she smiles widely. “Come on, it’ll be fun to run things. Don’t make me regret choosing you.” She winks.

“Fine.”

Evee claps happily then stands up and looks up to the woman. “Perfect, this company needs a backbone and management obviously isn’t strong enough to be it. This roster needs a wake up call and so does management. They'll thank us later. War on OCW.”

~On Camera~

Toxicita lay across the top ropes of the 'Underground' makeshift ring under the Memphis sky. Around her waist she proudly wore the Fight4 championship. "I thought since BRADDOCK wanted to talk about how if this were a match he could sink his teeth into we would end up looking like thanksgiving Turkeys I'd show you both my other domain." She jumps down from the ropes and holds her arms out on either side of her. Bleachers are sat up on either side of the ring while tiki torches are lit on the four corners to keep the ring lit. "Hardcore bust your face open matches are what you're talking about. Right here in this very ring I dominate those matches. I know, my perfect face would tell otherwise." She swishes her hair out of her face with a smirk. "Glass tube matches. Tacs and Tire iron matches. Box cutter matches. You name it this ring has seen it. I still look like perfection because I walk in those matches with my eyes on the prize. I walk out of those matches with barely any scratches on me because unlike BRADDOCK I know that scars don't mean victory. Scars are a participation trophy for people who can get hurt but can't win. BRADDOCK gloats over how much blood he's lost because he can't gloat about winning. I win. Period. I walk out barely scratched while the others barely even walk out. Well, I also still look as perfect as I do because I don't let just any Tom, Dick, or Harry touch me with a needle."

"I'm not some little girl with monsters hiding under her bed in this match. Even if this match was a hardcore match like the ones BRADDOCK uses for street cred I'd still walk out the winner. Know why he likes those matches? Because he comes out with stitches which only his only claim to fame. I like hardcore matches because I get to cause damage to big men like BRADDOCK who look down on little girls like me." Toxicita rolls her eyes. "BRADDOCK wants to say he doesn't underestimate me because of his loss against Mika but turns around to say I'm a Pixie? You sound pretty confident in your ability to beat a little pixie like me. Your threats are a dime a dozen in this ring and majority of the time they don't measure up. I'll make you regret underestimating me later, promise."

"I've stood on the opposite side of this ring to some men I know are steroid users; openly and proud even. You're big but your beer gut big not steroids big. There's a huge difference. Anyone with half a brain and set of eyes can tell you aren't on steroids, you're just fat and naturally dumb with a temper similar to a child. Congratulations.`` Toxicita sarcastically applauds. "It still doesn't change the fact you can't see your little dickie or make you any better than someone who is on them. In fact, I would go so far to say they are better wrestlers than you. They actually care about the appearance of this sport. They care about being able to perform. You don't care about anything, do you?"

“It’s pretty sad that I can stand here and say a bunch of hillbilly rednecks give this sport more to look forward to than OCW’s World Champion. In fact, these rednecks would slit your throat in the middle of the ring and pin you while you gagged on your blood. Those are the kid of men I consider competition, not someone like BRADDOCK who has to dip his toe in every company until he finds one on their first step so he can hold a championship.”

"Since you brought up Mika let's talk about Mika. Your only loss is against someone who came here to screw every dick on the roster but found love in that loser Trent Killjoy who couldn't become a champion if it was out right handed to him. She left literally after beating you so what does that say about you? I don't care that she's a girl, I care that she's a rookie and she beat you. She obviously loved being pinned by all the guys backstage yet you couldn't do it." Toxicita laughs out loud. "As for everyone else you've won against, aren't most of them in the more than one loss column? You've won against losers and made the highest form of achievement in this company a participation award. Good work."

"It takes originality to call everyone liars without pointing out what they lied about. It takes originality to recycle the same interview every match. How many times have you said someone's a liar without proving it? How many times have you defended your terrible drinking habit? How many times have you said you don't use steroids? Original isn't something you should be talking about when your interviews with Hoochie Harper are all the same. You could blame Hazel for being such a terrible interviewer but I blame you for being such a lazy interviewee who doesn't take things into his own hands. You lead the interview. The interviewer is just there to help if you can't find something to say. That's why you don't deserve the World Championship because you can’t do your job and when someone points it out you call them a liar like some toddler. Everyone else puts in their time and effort while you sleep off hangovers just in time to at least show up. That’s the champion legacy you have and why no one here respects you."

"'I'm the World Champion for a reason!' Scream it a little louder maybe someone will believe it." Toxicita runs her hand over the Fight4 championship with a smile. "I earned my championship you didn’t even have a match with Synn before she was stripped of the championship. You didn’t earn the championship because you didn’t beat the best. Synn defended that championship until she was forced to put it down but Colossus had his championship taken by me. I took down the Undefeated Monster and walked out with gold! I owned the ring while you were put up against a charity case and never forced to face someone with actual ability. You hope people don’t see through your bullshit so you can sit on your mountain top shouting how great you are. Well Jack time to roll down that mole hill of lies." She winks.

"Don't think I've forgotten about Leviathan or Lilith. It's a good thing your monster doesn't fear defeat because that's going to be his outcome. It's the same dance to different music; like Colossus all over again. The only difference is Colossus could talk Dick just choose not to let him. Maybe there is someone out there who has less of a functioning brain than Colossus." Toxicita shakes her head in dismay. "What's a matter? Cat got his tongue? Or did both of you decide this just wasn't the best line of work for you? For someone who had so much to say you're being awfully quiet now Lilith. Are you afraid that your monster won't measure up to your hype after seeing the competition? Do you doubt his ability now after talking about how scared we should be of him?"

"You had a chance to be a champion your first week here and you wasted it. I'm not going to say Belladonna Anderson is a better choice in champions but at least she spoke up and showed up for her matches. Both of you came in obviously with some sort of pull on management but didn't use it. You're both disappointments and that's all you'll ever be in this company."

Toxicita looks up at the sky with a smile and removes the championship from her waist putting it on her shoulder. “Two more names for the list, that’s what this match is to me. It’s also a step toward letting management know BRADDOCK’s championship belongs with me. See you boys at Battleground, bring a change of thongs.” She winks and holds the Fight4 championship over her head.


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