Forged Steel's Wrestling Journal

Entry 7

Nothing much really happened with myself and Starlight. I let her take me back to her place and she told me her story.

I did not stay the night. I left a little after midnight to my place and just went to bed. I wake up around 10 and go through my usual morning routine. Coffee, breakfast, stretches, and then to the gym. I see Sister there again so we work out together once more. She goes into a little detail about their six month date, and I mostly tune out the details because I don't care for them. Sister is very happy with her, though, and that in turn makes me happy.

Sister is my first actual friend in my life, and the one I have known the longest. She will do almost anything for me, and I for her. Mercifully for the both of us, we draw a line to where we ask favors of each other. She does not ask me to do anything political for her, and I do not ask her to give up what she loves. We continue to work out for about an hour.

Suddenly we are interrupted by a loud crash and an older stallion pinned under weights. I immediately rush over and throw the bar clear of him to get him free. Sister is held back by who I think was the stallion's friend. She pushes him to the ground and begins first aid, yelling at the dumbfounded staff to call for help. The friend starts to pull Sister away from the hurt patron, and I'm having none of that. I forcefully pull him away from Sister and pin him to the floor sharp enough to make him yelp.

When help finally arrives I let him up and give him a look that I can tell made his blood ice cold. The medics are surprised that sister helped the man and I find out from conversation why the friend may have tried to pull sister away. It turns out that the one who got hurt was the owner of the local freight railroad company that was in a bitter lockout with the union represented by Sister. The medics said that her help has probably saved the stallion's life.

Many are surprised, Sister has built a large "ice queen" reputation about herself. The police even consider arresting her until the assembled crowd blocks them from doing so. They eventually relent and obviously Sister is interviewed by local media. She says it best, "Just because he is my bitter rival doesn't mean he doesn't have a family. I may despise his business practices, but at the end of the day he is a pony just like me, and how would I want someone to react if I were in danger?"

With this bringing an abrupt end to my workout session, I walk with Sister back to her house. She offers to let me stay the day, but I decline. The heat has me feeling off, so I go back to home base. With the AC running constantly, I get paid enough to afford to stay here. I change out of gym clothes and into just shorts. I figure I'll watch some old wrestling while I write

Quake is connected here like I am back in Canterlot, his former tag partner is a landlord and owns a ton of condos around here. He keeps them around to rent them to talent who come and go, like myself. It's nothing really special with just two bedrooms, a kitchen and a living room. It's just fine for me, I really don't need much space, which is a bit funny to think since I'm so large.

I sit and think back to the previous night. Since Starlight told me about herself, it was only fair I said a little about me. I told her of my high school and university years, but I left out everything before. Those scars run much too deep to show on first actual night together. My mind goes back before her house though, when she was asking about me right now. There was a stallion looking at me, but not in curiousity. He was looking at me the way Starlight did. It's been quite a while since I had that from a stallion.

I eventually doze off and have a dream. I'm laying on my bed at my apartment in Canterlot. I feel my shorts slide off and Zecora begins massaging me. She tells me about a sexual streak she had with one of Princess Twilght's friends, the clothier Rarity. She talks about Rarity because she knows that I've long had eyes on her as well but have never been lucky enough to say anything to her.

Zecora goes on to talk about what Rarity likes, how she would bend her fingers just a way to make the other mare shiver, how she would nibble her breasts to make her scream in pleasure, and how Zecora would press her tongue between Rarity's folds to make her a moaning mess. She then lays on top of me, pulls me on top of her, and pulls the covers over us as she holds me tight. She then purrs, "Tell me about your trip, Kovanaya..."

I then wake up to Quake slapping me again. "Shit, partner, we're gonna be late if you don't get goin." I catch glimpse of the clock and find out I slept through the afternoon and there isn't even time to change. I run to the bedroom, grab my gear, pull a shirt on and hop in the car. On the ride to the armory that's hosting tonights' show, I find out that I'm going to have a real match this time, and it's going to get me over as a real threat. I'm going to "injure" their hardcore griffon, Corvus the Crippler.

In the locker room, I stick to my crossword puzzle, thinking about our match. I glance back over at Quake who gives me the nod, it's time. Close the book, tape my fingers and wrists then off to gorilla. I meet Corvus for the first time there, and he tells me it's his left talon that's been sore this week. I'm going to break it so he can get some rest, and also get over. We shake and he gives the old griffon tradition of a friend by digging claws. He's trusting me here. Music hits and we're off.

It's always incredible to feel the air leave a building, the way that a crowd is screaming in excitement and then in an instant goes almost dead silent. When Crippler lept off for his diving headbutt the roof was about to blow off the building, but when I countered into a powerbomb and slapped on my cloverleaf the whole place gasped. They started to rouse him to victory but when I leaned back enough that his leg touched him in his head, you could hear his agonizing screech echo through the place as he tapped out.

As I had my hand raised and stared down at him, he thrashed around on the mat holding his leg. The whole place was dead silent, aside from the weak disbelieving jeers. I could even see some kids crying in the front row as I made my slow walk back his entourage running full speed to the ring. I keep my stone expression until I'm behind the curtain, when Quake throws his arms around me. "Y'all did it, partner! Ya killed it tonight!" When Crippler gets back to the curtain, his arms also go around me and his smile is almost as big as Quake's, "You're now the most dangerous wrestler around, bud. You're made!"

We're the last of the night so the crowd files out, still in stunned silence. I've changed out of ring gear and back into my shorts and shirt. I go to the car but Quake pulls me back "Hold on, partner. Gotta wait for police. These fans will put yer head on a pike for getting Corvus." As we wait in the service entrance, the police do come but even they look at me sideways. Corvus wouldn't be one of the top talents if he wasn't a master of selling. They walk us to our van, a mob gathered outside the fence. Police cruisers box us as we head out, providing a good buffer to keep the fans from me.

On the road I go back to my crosswords and my thoughts. I sit in the far back so I can't be seen as we stopped at a fast food shop before the trip back to Appleoosa. I only get a side salad, some fries, and two of the apple slices they throw in kids meals. Quake gets a triple hayburger with everything on it. I tried eating like that once and I couldn't leave my apartment for two days. I stay quiet as Quake spends the whole trip going over the business end of the show. I get dropped off at my house and the van leaves.

I walk up the path and I see the guy from the bar the other night. He sees me and quickly looks the other way, walking around the corner slightly faster than before. Now the thoughts go through my head since he knows where I live. Is he a crazed fan? Is he a paparazzo? Stalker? Now I'm psyching myself out, I shrug it off as he just saw me the other night and recognized me. Besides if it was that bad (and it's not), dealing with him would be like breaking a twig. With nothimg more to do, and spent from the match, I retire for the night.