Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2022 2:55:00 GMT -7
“House That Wendy Built”
//Off Camera//
Dixon had followed up on things seen UVR go away to get treated, the vicious attack from Isabella Pazzini the clear anger, pure rage from the Lady Terminator seeking retribution both in Rome, Georgia and in Reno, Nevada. Then there was CODA, someone who had gone to war with the former Ultimate Conquest Champion Luther Thunder and despite beating him she no doubt had a score to settle with the Dutchman in the future..these two beasts were now together and set sights on their next targets, victims, opponents.. Call it what you will Tracy knew that this match would hurt a lot. For someone who was actually scared of the more brutal aspects of the business, who didn’t necessarily feel safe around the most savage individuals of the roster.. For someone who just wanted to be a wrestler, not a monster, not a terminator, not a beast..someone like her, this situation was absolutely terrifying.
Yet despite all that there was something she was even more afraid of and that was her partner.
Kara Harrington. Her tag partner of late, who could beat her, break her and end her just as quick as glancing at her was someone she was supposed to go up against this well oiled machine, this unit, this embodiment of devastation and destruction and it scared her beyond all scales to imagine that her well being, her chances of making out of that match with her health, maybe even her life depended on Kara Harrington as much as her opponents, if not even more so. She had apologized to Kara, sent her a public message, yet there was no telling how she felt, what she was thinking. Harrington could walk up to her come Savage Revolution and be all smiles before punching Dixon’s teeth down her throat. There was no way of knowing for certain, Tracy doubted if Kara even knew it herself.
Sitting there, alone and afraid she pulled out her mobile phone, flipping through some pictures, two friends smiling, being happy. Enjoying the best time of their lives, goofing around. That was Wendy House, her partner and former tag champion, hall of famer and a bonafide legend. A quirky little firecracker who loved cake almost as much as she loved wrestling and loved practical jokes almost as much as she loved funny words. Wendy was a peculiar one for sure a individual that some would class as an accrued taste, she could drive you up the wall with her rants, her jokes, insult and poke fun at you, then turn into a sobbing child in a blink of an eye but lately. More and more by the day Tracy had missed her friend, she would have given so much to hear that funny little laugh, get called chunky or anything..sure they could just sit around and eat ice cream binge watch silly shows on Netflix but when ti came to matches. House was always about business, Sure Dixon didn’t know what House would do most of the time, House admitted it too that she had no idea, she just did “house things” but Tracy never had be scared of teaming with House, she never had to worry about her own safety around her partner, her friend. Probably her best and only damn friend in the company if not in the world.
She sniffled. Her eyes got misty, pictures turned blurry as she tried to wipe the tears.
“I’m so sorry Wends..”
She said as if House could hear, Dixon had failed her partner. Kara came out, took control to protect House, not because it needed to be done but because Tracy Dixon hadn’t been able to protect her. She couldn’t do the one thing her best friend needed and now she was stuck with this sociopath of a monster, for how long? Maybe forever as far as she knew.
“I miss you Wendy..”
She tried to go on but couldn't, the tears started running. How could she not have protected her own friend? So what if that meant some bumps and bruises, some stupid stipulations against jerks? They had done that since signing up to “Galactic'' gone through months and months of matches with losses and disappointments but it welded them together, made them stronger, they bonded over being the rejects, the loveable losers and when Tracy had won her frist championship alongside a wrestling legend a icon like Wendy House it had been the best damn achievement of her life. Yet now she’d throw it all away just to get her friend back, even if she never won a single solitary championship ever again in her career. Sure House was not as mean and brutal as Kara could be and maybe House and her would not have much of a chance to beat a team like Symphony Of Destruction but at least they would win and lose together.
While physical pain, injuries and outright humiliation in the fans was something Tracy worried about her biggest worry was that she had lost her friend and that she might never see her again. How the hell was she supposed to learn being on her own again? Was she supposed to try and find a new partner, even if she would find someone to work in the ring with Kara could see it as another betrayal, she’d put someone else in harms way and Harrignton’s sights and it would prove the sicko’s point that what happened to House was Tracy’s fault, Kara had shown up to protect House..because Dixon couldn’t after all that House had done for her, with her and just for her..Dixon had been something so many called her before she ever got her first match in Rome, Georgia.
A failure, a disgrace. Someone who had no place in this business, ugly, stupid and whatever there was a laundry list of names people had called her, that shit hurt, it hurt that others could pass judgement on her while acting like they were so much better themselves. She didn’t mind them throwing their noses up at her and boasting about their records and their success, but why did they have to make her feel like two pounds of shit in one pound bag over something she loved so much. Tracy Dixon did not want to be the best champion, the top champion or even a champion at all if that meant she had to push herself through such battles. She didn’t have the mental strength to do it, she was sensitive and knew it full well but at least with a friend, a support she could try to battle through it and be better. Without her friend Wends, there would not be a House Of Dix.
..there would even barely be a Dix