Post by indi on May 17, 2019 7:10:13 GMT -5
Now this is a tale all about how
The universe got flipped right upside down
Now if you’d like to take a minute and just sit right there
I'll tell you all about the Princess with stars in her hair.
From the Delta Quadrant, born and raised
The Delphic expanse is where she spent most of her days
Galaxing, chillaxing and maxing all cool
Quantum Singularities had her playing the fool
When a couple of Mecha who were up to no good
Started mining moons in her neighborhood
She got in one little war and the king got scared
He said "You're moving with me’nal to a place called Bel Air."
She begged and mutinied light year after year
But the king shook his heads, ”there’s no place for you here”.
He gave her a phaser and then he gave her the ticket
So she threw on a spacesuit and said, "I might as well kick it"
Well, the shuttle landed and when she came out
There was a dude who looked like FBI crouching there with his gun out
She ain't trying to get dissected yet
She just got here
She beamed with the quickness like X-20, disappeared
She summoned for a ride and when it came near
The destination said "Area 51" and it had MIB in the rear
All the things you could say, this princess should fear
But she thought, "Nah, forget it"
– "On, home to Bel-Air"
She ran off from the feds, about 7 or 8
And she hid in the woods til it got really late.
But look at her Queendom
Now she’s finally there
To sit on her throne as the Galactic Princess of Bel-Air.
”One Lump or two?”
The last time you left our intrepid heroine (that’s ME!) she was on her way to Blitz 14 to kick some ass! And, if you’ve been paying attention you’ll know she did just that. Oops! **SPOILER ALERT** Butt was kicked and fun was had by all. Who woulda guessed it hm? Just a Galactic Princess sipping on some stars and so, here we find ourselves… somewhere on the outskirts of California; sharing tea with a smiley masked man and hare in a hat.
That’s the scene disappearing off camera just in time for another story, peppermint tea and finger sandwiches with my dear bud Ethan Giles. He looks dapper in a hat doesn’t he? I’ve always liked that word, dapper. It has an elegance to it that seems to be a lost art these days, but like always, I’m getting off track. So let's leave the tea party and the pretty pink haired princess to their fun. Shall we?
And we set off on a Galactic Adventure of our own!
The night sky above is filled with stars, twinkling in the dark brooding sky. A shooting star making its way across the sky, glitters like gold and sprinkles all the way into the fire set out on the camp ground before her. Dressed in a skin tight silver dress and wedge boots that would make a stripper blush, a captain's hat upon her head and pink streaks dotted through the blonde that hangs loose about her shoulders.
Indi smiles at the camera and waves, the little hat atop her head jiggles as she moves and throwing a hand up, she catches it and steadies it in place with a gentle giggle. In her lap sits her cup of stars, matching the ones painted silver on her cheeks. A regular princess after all.
”Sup Jules, you don’t mind if I call you that right? I know you’re a child of the moon and all, so I figure we can connect on the level here. A galactic princess riding the Milky Way and a luna baby, just sitting back and relaxing like we’re not supposed to.
See, I talked on this last time, about how these tapes are supposed to be filled with vitriol and cruel diatribes on our opponents. That’s what the people tune in for, to see us tear each other down and sure, I could do that. I could drop the honey bun sweetness and comment on all your failings.
I could ask if you’re cold and offer to lend you my sweater while I laugh and point out that even in his retirement, you’re still sitting in your husbands shadow but well, that really just isn’t me. I’m not that kinda girl you see, I like to be the free flow, universe provides kinda chick. The one you wanna get a beer with after the show; I even brought my fake I.D!”
Lifting the cup, Indi the Galactic Princess takes a sip and smirks over the rim. A little wink to the camera exudes nothing more than a playful air. After all, she’s not really trying to ruin anyone’s day with these games.
”BUT the PTB? They saw fit to throw us in a match against each other and see what happens. Battle of the hippies or whatevs and it's cool, I can get with it. Heck, it might even be a fun old time for us both! But really, Julie you gotta look at this and think - you’re the big honcho here right? The name value on that marquee, nobody is here t see me just yet and that’s cool - I’m just another wrestlers kid tryna live out her dreams. Snore. Bore. Change the channel. Who hasn’t seen this done a hundred times already?
But it’s like I say, the universe provides.”
She shrugs, still that playful smile on her lips as she adjusts her hat and takes a moment to look into the fire. The flames dance in the reflections of her eyes and in that fleeting moment, it's almost as though the stars on her cheeks dance too. An entire universe moving across a young girls face in the middle of nowhere, all for the enjoyment of you at home.
”I win this match? And I’m beating someone who others could arguably say is well above my standing. I go out there and I do my thing like my daddy taught me? I could take the whole thing and leave you plummeting down those rankings. Oof plummeting sounds a bit mean actually, I just mean, well you get it. One of us has to win and ascend and one of us has to lose and uh… not ascend.
And if we look at the likelihood of you winning this match? Well, that might veer us off into mean territory and that, my dudes, is not something your girl here wants to do. SO. Instead we are gonna talk about why I am gonna win. That sounds fair really doesn’t it? Use my airtime to fill you with some wisdom of the road and all that jazz!”
On the word Jazz she actually does Jazz hands, this makes her giggle until she snorts; which in turn lights her cheeks up with a fiery red blush and sees her almost drop that very special cup of stars. Once she has regained herself Indi beams at the camera all over again.
”Last time we talked, valued fans and hopeful to be friends one day… I was as honest as honest could be with all of you. I was nervous, scared and maybe even pee my pants excited juuuuust a little bit, to be making my debut. I said everything I am gonna say again this week; I am not the girl you look at and say, ‘yeah she’s a wrestler!’ And really, that’s fiiiiiine. Because like I said before, I’m not here for joe bloggs the wrestling fan who has studied his tactics and backstage sheets and thinks he knows it all.
I’m not here to be the bombshell teenage boys - and girls - dream over and shove my poster up on their wall. NOT that there’s anything wrong with that, cause there’s not and if I was as smoking as some of the lovely ladies wrestling has to offer, I’d be all over those posters too, but, I’m not. I’m just some kinda weird girl who lives in a camper and travels state to state.
I’m the girl who sat at the back of class and filled her nails in with pencil. The one who always participated in nothing and probably didn’t have a lunch table. I’m assuming all this really cause as you should know by now? I was homeschooled, on the road and at the back of tour buses while my pops did this. Wrestling rings and half sold out school gyms were my classrooms. And while my pops never made it to the big time, he also never gave up and that? Well that’s a trait he passed along to me.
These days, it’s a whole lot easier to get a contract, all you need is a couple of tapes and a can do attitude and someone, somewhere, is gonna hire you. Valor showed me that kindness, they hired a would be legacy off the street with no real promise on their investment, I mean in reality? I’m a bad buy… I’ve admitted that I had my doubts about coming into this. Not because I don’t love wrestling, but because I’ve seen first hand what it can do to people. You guys? You haven’t had what some would call the luxury of living this life first hand as a child of it, you didn’t grow up seeing the only parent you ever had, stitch himself together with superglue so he could go out and fight again tomorrow.
You didn’t see the man who raised you, starve himself for two days so you could eat because the promoter didn’t make good on his promises. You didn’t hop from motel to motel, not knowing if you’d even have a working bathroom for the next three days… So sure, I doubted this, I wasn’t sure it was a life I wanted to come back to.
I was scared.
I’m still scared.”
Another sip from her cup of stars, glancing up at the ones above her, that same galaxy painted in her eyes as she smiles. Indi took a moment to reminisce on those times with her dad, it wasn’t all bad times of course, if it had been she wouldn’t be here at all.
”This job? The realities of it suck.
The hours suck, the training sucks, living in pain? It sucks. Never knowing if you have the gas to get to the next job, sucks. Not having a place to rest your head unless you share with four others strangers all vying for the same spot as you? It SUCKS. The stark truth of this world is cold and punishing and not everybody can make it and honestly, if you haven’t questioned being here at least once?
Then you’re too stupid to be here.
I’m not here because I owe it to my daddy, he could smile down on me from his spot in heaven no matter what I chose to do. I’m here because I love this, no husband, no friends, nobody there in my corner pushing me when I was gonna give up BUT me. And that Julie, that’s going to be the deciding factor in this. Not your extra months in the ring over me, not the tapes we watch or the moves we learn…
I’m honest with myself, all of the time. I know why I’m here and I know when things feel to hard. But you? You have a team of people ready to shove you when your feet are too scared to take the step. You don’t have to believe in yourself because you have people right there on hand ready to believe for you. And that’s great, it’s got you somewhere, you’re a champion, you’re somebody to somebody.
But it won’t mean a lick in the ring with me. I’ve watched the tapes, I’ve studied your moves, your press conferences, every second of footage of you on a camera, no matter how small. I’ve watched and I’ve studied. I’ve done due discourse and even now, while I sit here and revel in the uniqueness of my situation, I know that most of that won’t mean poop once we’re out there.
I know what it’s like to almost give up. I know what it’s like to be alone with myself and have to force my tired little butt to keep moving, I know how and where I have to push myself and exactly how hard to do it, but you?
You won’t have your husband out there.
You won’t have your friend.
Your championship.
Your fans from Revo.
And without that helping hand on your shoulder, without that extra shove you’ve never had to give yourself… do you really know what it takes?
I hope so.”
Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl, Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl.
The universe got flipped right upside down
Now if you’d like to take a minute and just sit right there
I'll tell you all about the Princess with stars in her hair.
From the Delta Quadrant, born and raised
The Delphic expanse is where she spent most of her days
Galaxing, chillaxing and maxing all cool
Quantum Singularities had her playing the fool
When a couple of Mecha who were up to no good
Started mining moons in her neighborhood
She got in one little war and the king got scared
He said "You're moving with me’nal to a place called Bel Air."
She begged and mutinied light year after year
But the king shook his heads, ”there’s no place for you here”.
He gave her a phaser and then he gave her the ticket
So she threw on a spacesuit and said, "I might as well kick it"
Well, the shuttle landed and when she came out
There was a dude who looked like FBI crouching there with his gun out
She ain't trying to get dissected yet
She just got here
She beamed with the quickness like X-20, disappeared
She summoned for a ride and when it came near
The destination said "Area 51" and it had MIB in the rear
All the things you could say, this princess should fear
But she thought, "Nah, forget it"
– "On, home to Bel-Air"
She ran off from the feds, about 7 or 8
And she hid in the woods til it got really late.
But look at her Queendom
Now she’s finally there
To sit on her throne as the Galactic Princess of Bel-Air.
”One Lump or two?”
The last time you left our intrepid heroine (that’s ME!) she was on her way to Blitz 14 to kick some ass! And, if you’ve been paying attention you’ll know she did just that. Oops! **SPOILER ALERT** Butt was kicked and fun was had by all. Who woulda guessed it hm? Just a Galactic Princess sipping on some stars and so, here we find ourselves… somewhere on the outskirts of California; sharing tea with a smiley masked man and hare in a hat.
That’s the scene disappearing off camera just in time for another story, peppermint tea and finger sandwiches with my dear bud Ethan Giles. He looks dapper in a hat doesn’t he? I’ve always liked that word, dapper. It has an elegance to it that seems to be a lost art these days, but like always, I’m getting off track. So let's leave the tea party and the pretty pink haired princess to their fun. Shall we?
And we set off on a Galactic Adventure of our own!
The night sky above is filled with stars, twinkling in the dark brooding sky. A shooting star making its way across the sky, glitters like gold and sprinkles all the way into the fire set out on the camp ground before her. Dressed in a skin tight silver dress and wedge boots that would make a stripper blush, a captain's hat upon her head and pink streaks dotted through the blonde that hangs loose about her shoulders.
Indi smiles at the camera and waves, the little hat atop her head jiggles as she moves and throwing a hand up, she catches it and steadies it in place with a gentle giggle. In her lap sits her cup of stars, matching the ones painted silver on her cheeks. A regular princess after all.
”Sup Jules, you don’t mind if I call you that right? I know you’re a child of the moon and all, so I figure we can connect on the level here. A galactic princess riding the Milky Way and a luna baby, just sitting back and relaxing like we’re not supposed to.
See, I talked on this last time, about how these tapes are supposed to be filled with vitriol and cruel diatribes on our opponents. That’s what the people tune in for, to see us tear each other down and sure, I could do that. I could drop the honey bun sweetness and comment on all your failings.
I could ask if you’re cold and offer to lend you my sweater while I laugh and point out that even in his retirement, you’re still sitting in your husbands shadow but well, that really just isn’t me. I’m not that kinda girl you see, I like to be the free flow, universe provides kinda chick. The one you wanna get a beer with after the show; I even brought my fake I.D!”
Lifting the cup, Indi the Galactic Princess takes a sip and smirks over the rim. A little wink to the camera exudes nothing more than a playful air. After all, she’s not really trying to ruin anyone’s day with these games.
”BUT the PTB? They saw fit to throw us in a match against each other and see what happens. Battle of the hippies or whatevs and it's cool, I can get with it. Heck, it might even be a fun old time for us both! But really, Julie you gotta look at this and think - you’re the big honcho here right? The name value on that marquee, nobody is here t see me just yet and that’s cool - I’m just another wrestlers kid tryna live out her dreams. Snore. Bore. Change the channel. Who hasn’t seen this done a hundred times already?
But it’s like I say, the universe provides.”
She shrugs, still that playful smile on her lips as she adjusts her hat and takes a moment to look into the fire. The flames dance in the reflections of her eyes and in that fleeting moment, it's almost as though the stars on her cheeks dance too. An entire universe moving across a young girls face in the middle of nowhere, all for the enjoyment of you at home.
”I win this match? And I’m beating someone who others could arguably say is well above my standing. I go out there and I do my thing like my daddy taught me? I could take the whole thing and leave you plummeting down those rankings. Oof plummeting sounds a bit mean actually, I just mean, well you get it. One of us has to win and ascend and one of us has to lose and uh… not ascend.
And if we look at the likelihood of you winning this match? Well, that might veer us off into mean territory and that, my dudes, is not something your girl here wants to do. SO. Instead we are gonna talk about why I am gonna win. That sounds fair really doesn’t it? Use my airtime to fill you with some wisdom of the road and all that jazz!”
On the word Jazz she actually does Jazz hands, this makes her giggle until she snorts; which in turn lights her cheeks up with a fiery red blush and sees her almost drop that very special cup of stars. Once she has regained herself Indi beams at the camera all over again.
”Last time we talked, valued fans and hopeful to be friends one day… I was as honest as honest could be with all of you. I was nervous, scared and maybe even pee my pants excited juuuuust a little bit, to be making my debut. I said everything I am gonna say again this week; I am not the girl you look at and say, ‘yeah she’s a wrestler!’ And really, that’s fiiiiiine. Because like I said before, I’m not here for joe bloggs the wrestling fan who has studied his tactics and backstage sheets and thinks he knows it all.
I’m not here to be the bombshell teenage boys - and girls - dream over and shove my poster up on their wall. NOT that there’s anything wrong with that, cause there’s not and if I was as smoking as some of the lovely ladies wrestling has to offer, I’d be all over those posters too, but, I’m not. I’m just some kinda weird girl who lives in a camper and travels state to state.
I’m the girl who sat at the back of class and filled her nails in with pencil. The one who always participated in nothing and probably didn’t have a lunch table. I’m assuming all this really cause as you should know by now? I was homeschooled, on the road and at the back of tour buses while my pops did this. Wrestling rings and half sold out school gyms were my classrooms. And while my pops never made it to the big time, he also never gave up and that? Well that’s a trait he passed along to me.
These days, it’s a whole lot easier to get a contract, all you need is a couple of tapes and a can do attitude and someone, somewhere, is gonna hire you. Valor showed me that kindness, they hired a would be legacy off the street with no real promise on their investment, I mean in reality? I’m a bad buy… I’ve admitted that I had my doubts about coming into this. Not because I don’t love wrestling, but because I’ve seen first hand what it can do to people. You guys? You haven’t had what some would call the luxury of living this life first hand as a child of it, you didn’t grow up seeing the only parent you ever had, stitch himself together with superglue so he could go out and fight again tomorrow.
You didn’t see the man who raised you, starve himself for two days so you could eat because the promoter didn’t make good on his promises. You didn’t hop from motel to motel, not knowing if you’d even have a working bathroom for the next three days… So sure, I doubted this, I wasn’t sure it was a life I wanted to come back to.
I was scared.
I’m still scared.”
Another sip from her cup of stars, glancing up at the ones above her, that same galaxy painted in her eyes as she smiles. Indi took a moment to reminisce on those times with her dad, it wasn’t all bad times of course, if it had been she wouldn’t be here at all.
”This job? The realities of it suck.
The hours suck, the training sucks, living in pain? It sucks. Never knowing if you have the gas to get to the next job, sucks. Not having a place to rest your head unless you share with four others strangers all vying for the same spot as you? It SUCKS. The stark truth of this world is cold and punishing and not everybody can make it and honestly, if you haven’t questioned being here at least once?
Then you’re too stupid to be here.
I’m not here because I owe it to my daddy, he could smile down on me from his spot in heaven no matter what I chose to do. I’m here because I love this, no husband, no friends, nobody there in my corner pushing me when I was gonna give up BUT me. And that Julie, that’s going to be the deciding factor in this. Not your extra months in the ring over me, not the tapes we watch or the moves we learn…
I’m honest with myself, all of the time. I know why I’m here and I know when things feel to hard. But you? You have a team of people ready to shove you when your feet are too scared to take the step. You don’t have to believe in yourself because you have people right there on hand ready to believe for you. And that’s great, it’s got you somewhere, you’re a champion, you’re somebody to somebody.
But it won’t mean a lick in the ring with me. I’ve watched the tapes, I’ve studied your moves, your press conferences, every second of footage of you on a camera, no matter how small. I’ve watched and I’ve studied. I’ve done due discourse and even now, while I sit here and revel in the uniqueness of my situation, I know that most of that won’t mean poop once we’re out there.
I know what it’s like to almost give up. I know what it’s like to be alone with myself and have to force my tired little butt to keep moving, I know how and where I have to push myself and exactly how hard to do it, but you?
You won’t have your husband out there.
You won’t have your friend.
Your championship.
Your fans from Revo.
And without that helping hand on your shoulder, without that extra shove you’ve never had to give yourself… do you really know what it takes?
I hope so.”
Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl, Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl.