Arty Kaiser
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THE YOUNG EMPRESS
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Post by Arty Kaiser on Nov 24, 2014 1:07:51 GMT
MENTALITY
 I am a warrior, I have no fear.
No one will conquer me, I will not die here.
I will forever be where the killers run free.
They're unaccountable to the heavens just call me.
I am the chosen one, keep till the rising sun.
I sacrifice it all for my asseveration.
When my work is done, there will be no more.
Who will destroy me, I am the God of War!
How fast can life change? Artemis never pondered on this before. Over the past six months, Artemis was living in a suspended state of glory. Victory after victory, defense after defense, opponent after opponent; Artemis was probably one of the most successful wrestlers alive. She had acquired three championships in half of a year…her rookie year. She maintained an undefeated record in two separate federations, becoming one of the strongest competitors in the independents. She was getting messages from the big leagues, asking her to come win their championship. Artemis never thought about the aforementioned thought.
That is until last week. She sat backstage at SNC #4. In her arms was the RWD Women’s Championship. She clutched at it, but didn’t feel the glory that she did in MSW. In MSW, she carried her belt with pride. She had conquered the “impassable” Shawna Martinez. She broke her neck. She went on to carry the belt and dominate the whole federation. She had plenty of accolades to follow her as she ventured in RWD. She was the last and longest reigning MSW Women’s Champion. She broken the former champion’s neck. She knocked out the First Lady of MSW. She was the only female to defeat a male in the federation. She was a part of a gold carrying family.
That wasn’t enough. She went off to GPW and won their tag team championship with relative ease. Now she was vying to carry the belts by herself and win singles gold over there as well. She hadn’t messed up at all. She was riding this wave of perfection. She could carry all those belts with robust egotism. She had won them convincingly. However, the RWD Women’s Championship didn’t bring that same joy to her. Yes, she was honored to hold it, but she didn’t win it. It was handed to her. Like an allowance from a parent.
The fans were not the only ones to feel the disdain. Artemis felt that she didn’t deserve, despite her words. A side of her was the valiant champion that everyone knew and loathed. Inside though, Artemis was torn. This belt wasn’t won. It was a gift for prior events. There were new and old faces in RWD who had the same opportunities as Artemis did. Artemis knew that she could beat them all, but she wanted to do it right. She wanted to do it like she did in MSW and GPW.
It was a rough decision to give up the championship. Once she reached backstage, she let out a humongous sigh. The weight of the belt was gone. The crowd was silent for once. They didn’t know how to feel. She did remember catching one or two people clapping. Artemis wouldn’t have been surprised to see Frank Washington sitting on the wall, smirking at her. She didn’t bother to look. She didn’t look at anyone. She had a match to prepare for. And that was the end of it all. The death of the CHAMPION FOR LIFE. All it took for Artemis’ reality to shatter was a boot to the back of the skull.
“1, 2, 3!” the crowd chanted. The bell rung. In that time period of ten seconds, Artemis felt her world fall apart. How could the crowd rave over Artemis losing? “Here is your winners, Frank Washington and Shawna Martinez!” Artemis heard the words she hoped not to hear. She looked on, dreary and hurt. Her vision was blurry. Her mind started to process all of the contingencies that failed. She missed the kick. She missed that fateful kick that would have sealed the deal and kept momentum in Artemis’ hands. How did she—
She couldn’t think about failing. She could only think about her face being driven into the mat. Every thought that she had got scrambled. Her hearing went haywire. The crowd was roaring heavily. Artemis went limp. Blood escaped from her mouth from a fresh cut. Shawna had shed blood. Before long, Artemis blacked out. She left her own mind, tried to turn off her senses from reality, and let time go by. She felt herself being picked up by Assad. He looked on in disappointment, but he cared enough. No sensible man wanted to see Artemis beaten down like that.
Artemis actively woke up in the infirmary. A light was being shined in her eyes. “Artemis, can you hear me?” Artemis gave a gentle nod. “Okay, okay, she’s fine,” the doctor said, relieved. Artemis didn’t bother to move as she sat there, leaning up against the examination table. The man backed off, giving Artemis some air. When Artemis’ senses came back to her completely, the first she did was reach out for the RWD Women’s Champion. Her hand was up for a moment, until she bitterly realized that she let go of it. She brought her hand back down slowly, looking off to the side. “Artemis, you’re very lucky. You could have been injured after that,” the doctor stated. Artemis began to tune him out, but only replied with one statement. Shattered memories of the match played in her head. It almost hurt to think about it.
“Wait until you see her,” she hissed. The doctor looked at Artemis with slight contempt, but he was still relieved. Artemis was still there.
“They want to get an interview with you. Are you ready?” the doctor asked, giving Artemis a quick check over. She was cognitive. Artemis motioned for him to let the crew in. The doctor nodded and walked over to the door. He unlocked it and allowed Sarah Conner and the camera crew in. They positioned themselves right. Sarah nervously approached the fallen ex-champion. She was being respectful. Also, Artemis had a bad track record of lashing out violently against backstage staff. Even in this pitiful state, Sarah had to be careful.
“Artemis,” she began. “We would like to get your thoughts on tonight. Shawna finally got a piece of her vengeance. She stomped your head into the mat and smirked about it. How do you feel?” Sarah almost took a step forward, but Artemis’ cold eyes landed on her. Sarah processed at that moment that a silent Artemis was a bit more intimidating than her usual robust self. Artemis’ facial expression didn’t change at all. When she began to speak, her voice only grew loud enough for the camera to pick it up.
“She tried to stomp my head in,” Artemis started, taking a moment to breathe. She was breathing properly. “Do you think that I am gleeful that she did that? No, I just had a concussion scare. Tonight is a bad night, Sarah. Despite the fact that I am sitting in this seat, the only thing I wanted to do is to pulverize your face into that wall behind you. I want to watch your blood crawl down the white wall. You come to me asking for my thoughts on this embarrassing event?”
“I’ve lost a lot today, Sarah. I gave up my championship. I lost my momentum. I lost my perfect record. Sarah, I don’t care for the people who cheered for this,” she pointed to the blood that was stained on her face. “I don’t care for the people at home. I don’t care for Elliot Channing. I don’t care for Travis Rech. I don’t care for Robert Garland. I don’t care for Frank Washington. I don’t even care for Ryan Cavallari right now. Don’t get any wrong, Sarah. I am currently a bundle of rage and hatred, immobilized temporarily.”
Artemis began to shift up from her rested position. “The only people that I care for is Shawna Martinez and myself. I care for the woman that I am going to rip out of existence and the person that matters the most. I have a match to prepare for. These little interviews for the RWD fanbase don’t matter to me. The only use they are to me is to send messages to Shawna. So I am going to ask you kindly to leave. I am regaining my cognition and my strength. And all I wish to do is to beat someone down. You’re a pretty woman, Sarah. I have no qualms over ruining that face.”
Artemis got on her feet and got close to Sarah, who began to back away. “As a matter of fact, I think I would have so much fun ruining it,” Artemis turned to the camera, glaring into it. “RWD fanbase, you’ve helped me. You’ve given me motivation to further destroy Shawna Martinez. I want to see all of you cry and scream out. I want to hear you all call for mercy. And I will deny you. Until those thirty minutes are up, I am going to hurting Shawna like never before.”
“After it is all said and done, I am going to hold the RWD Women’s Championship high in the air. As I promised to Frank Washington, I will make sure that it is stained in Shawna’s blood,” she stated. There was a moment of silence between all the people in the room. With a bloodstained grin, Artemis spat blood into the camera, causing the cameraman to freak out. He dropped the camera, causing it to hit the ground fiercely. It was positioned to see Artemis standing, ever so stoic. The feed cut short. The lingering image of disturbed, but still dangerous Artemis Kaiser was the last thing people would see. |
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Arty Kaiser
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THE YOUNG EMPRESS
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Post by Arty Kaiser on Nov 26, 2014 4:27:04 GMT
PHYSICALITY
It has been nearly three days since Artemis woke up from the concussion scare. She was constantly reminded of what she said because of the RWD fanbase that she loathed. They were inquisitive on what was she had planned. Artemis didn’t answer. Shawna was intelligent, Artemis would give her that. If Artemis slipped up, Shawna would know. She would be there. She would make sure that Artemis would pay for her mistake. So she decided that it’d be best to go on a vocal sabbatical if one would.
She cut off all forms of communication with the press. No wrestling news about Artemis Kaiser, outside of her not responding. People were befuddled about that. Artemis Kaiser not talking? How shocking? That was what it took to get them away. It helped her focus. The first thing she did after she got cleaned? She went to Canada. She went back to the gym that she trained in most of her life. The Toronto School of Wrestling was the place that Artemis got her start. A grumbly woman by the name of Natalie made her run the ropes something serious. Artemis always kept in contact. Natalie was happy to hear that Artemis had to come in for some massive training.
“You’re losing your touch,” Natalie explained. “You’re forgetting your roots,” she added. “You’re relying on your second best skill, but you’re forgetting about your submission skill.”
Artemis hadn’t completely forgot her submission skill, but she didn’t have to rely on that. But Natalie was right. All throughout her MMA career, Artemis would weaken opponents down with a sudden submission. A misplaced kick was countered into a leg lock. One foul punch was shifted in an armbar. In her early days of wrestling, Artemis would rely on her ability to put someone in a submission at any given time. She needed to channel that. This was her physical recreation. She had already changed her mental mindset. It was now time to remove physical restrictions.
It was after her final day of training. Artemis told Natalie that she had to go on a…emotional journey of sorts. She needed to emotionally prepare herself for this match. But she had some choice words for Shawna Martinez. She wanted to give her a fair chance. This was the only warning that Shawna was getting of the incoming storm. Shawna’s reckoning was on the horizon.
Artemis was walking around the school, helping the students. Oh, kid couldn’t throw a kick right. Artemis would help them kick right. Want to start learning how to do an armbar? Artemis would put you in one and tell you the steps of it. Anyways, Artemis sat down on a bench, allowing the cameraman to set up. The standard countdown was on its way. The cameraman should be honored. He is the only man able to record Artemis after this good while.
“Shawna, when you stomped the back of my head into the mat, you managed to kill something,” Artemis placed a finger against her head. “You managed to break me away from this lazy mindset that I’ve developed. I trained and trained to get to where I am, but I can be honest with you now. I began to let my mind escape me. I became so engaged with being this champion that I forgot one thing. I forgot how nice is to watch your enemies fall.”
“My mind was so set on retaining that I nearly forgot how badly I wanted to mess you up. I also forgot how hard you wanted to mess me up. And you messed me up bad. You shot down my better half. You shot down the CHAMPION FOR LIFE. This mindset of mine that wants the world. Every championship that she looks at is hers. Any federation that she touches is her mountain to climb. However, you failed to realize that you left a dangerous enemy. You left Artemis von Licht, the older girl in the Von Licht family. The girl bred to be violence incarnate. The daughter of a man who left blood and anguish in every ring he stepped in, even if he lost. The girl who had to claw her way up to the big leagues. The one that broke your neck. The girl that vehemently wanted all of the girls in MSW to fall before her with concussions and broken bones.”
Artemis looked off into the distance, solemnly belittling her "former" self.
“The CHAMPION FOR LIFE is my only weakness. However, no one has ever been able to capitalize on it, except for you. I tried to be flashy. That turned out to be my downfall that week. As I sat in the infirmary, I dwelled on my mistakes. The more conscious I became, the more I realized that I need to leave the CHAMPION FOR LIFE at home. I was ashamed of myself. I cost another man a win that could have helped him out all because of my own perception of grandeur. But no more, Shawna. I have to thank you. You have cleared my eyes and opened the gates.”
Artemis smiled gingerly. “You made it easier to decimate you.”
The gravity of that statement rung through Artemis’ head. Vivid memories of her past life, her MMA life began to play out like a movie. She would remember getting someone rocked, taking them to the ground, and making them tap out. She would remember the relentless assault that she would bring to a downed opponent. She wouldn’t stop beating them until the referee stopped them. “Thirty minutes,” she said. “I have thirty minutes to annihilate you.”
“I have thirty minutes to lay these bombs on you,” she rose her fists to camera view. “I have thirty minutes to kick your teeth in. I have thirty minutes to make you scream. And the thing about it is, the referee has to watch. I have immense respect for your ability, Shawna, but I can’t wait to beat you down. My hatred of you and everything you stand for has consumed me. You’re stepping into a proverbial cage. You’re not facing a wrestler anymore, Shawna. You are facing a vindictive fighter. The warrior that climbed the mountain and kicked you down it with no remorse and vast joy!”
“But now there is no mountain to climb. The mountain has fallen apart. A landslide of fulfilled dreams and broken aspirations,” she explained. Her voice fell to a near hush. She wasn't as fiery as she usually was. She was cold and somber. “This match isn’t about the championship as much as it is about ending our war. I’ll be making sure that it ends. Because I’m going to make you a few promises. One promise is that I will not let my ego fly. Another is that I will be waiting for you with every submission that you can think of and some you can’t. I will promise to you that I will not face you as I did in MSW. I will promise you that I will face you as a person you haven’t met. I will promise you that you will have to struggle to survive.” |
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Arty Kaiser
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Post by Arty Kaiser on Nov 27, 2014 2:36:43 GMT
EMOTIONALITY
Passion is what drives every wrestler, even if they are scared to admit it. Some wrestlers love to act like that this is a common day to them. They walk into the ring, do their work, and scoff it off. Other wrestlers brought this intensity to every match. Every kick and punch had fire to it. You would think they could set the world on fire. They believed that they could as well. The Kaiser family was full of different takes on the wrestling. All of the children had different personalities that influenced how they felt.
We will take about the people that the RWD might know. Cameron Kaiser. Some had the opportunity to meet him in LEGACY and MSW, but no one had gotten to know him. People thought him as a belligerent asshole. Some thought him as an authoritative man who pushed his family members to dark places. One thing was never spoken of. His love for wrestling. Cameron was driven beyond many of his siblings. Being the frontrunner of the 2nd generation of the Kaiser Dynasty, he bore a hidden, but forceful flame. He would risk his well-being to make sure that he and his family were known. His wars with Noah Adelaide showcased that. He would even try to be a highlight reel. Case and point? Catching Noah Adelaide with a superkick when the former was doing a SSP.
Peyton Kaiser, the youngest brother of them all, was explosive. Deep inside of that fragile and meek boy was a hero…or a villain. Nevertheless, he was a kid that had loads of potential. He was becoming the complete package. He had this charisma that was able to get the crowd behind him or against him in a matter of seconds. As the youngest boy, he found it to be his job to make sure that the Kaiser Dynasty would not deteriorate. He made sure of that by capping off his MSW run with a Tag Team Championship in his record book.
Artemis Kaiser? She was the first female of the new generation. Was she entitled? No. Hell no. She detested the thought of it. The family would tell a story of Artemis getting grounded. Why? One day, Leon von Licht, the patriarch of the Kaiser Dynasty, told her that he would get her high in her first promotion. Artemis promptly smacked the taste out of her father’s mouth. He was angry, obvious, but he was proud. His little girl was not going to do this the easy way. She bore the most passion out of all of the children. She chose the hard way. She chose not to cheat, use weapons, and honorably decimate her opponents. Why? Because she knows that it is the best way to command respect. No one could say that she was wrong. She was always right and always better.
Sitting in her locker room, Artemis Kaiser was watching her past matches. More so her later matches. Especially her match against Marie Porter. That kick that ended the match. Artemis scowled at it. That was a sign of arrogance. That sign of arrogance got her pinned last week. Artemis shook her head; she didn’t want to think about that. The Champion for Life was fighting there. Artemis went back to her match against Shawna Martinez in MSW. That was the Young Empress, a fraction of the woman coming to fight Shawna at From the Ashes. She noted the inexperience she had. She went to the well with some of the stuff she did against Helen Hirano. Her key mistake was near the end.
- Artemis starts celebrating thinking she won the match, giving the champion precious moments to recover. As she insists on having the ref raise her hand, he kicks the bottom rope several times, signaling she managed to force a rope break. Artemis was visually frustrated and was eager to put the match away as she went to pick Shawna up by her hair. Much to her bewilderment, the champion latches on around the head and neck of the challenger and comes down with a devastating jawbreaker leaving both on the mat in pain. –
If it wasn’t for the fact that Artemis had rocked Shawna earlier, Shawna could have put Artemis away with a Bella Mafia. Artemis almost fell victim because of her arrogance. Arrogance, which is what kept coming back to her. That was her weakness. Was Artemis so concerned for herself that she would allow her arrogance to overtake her? Artemis von Licht was bullied throughout high school. She never had the opportunity to be truly arrogant. Even if she did, like when she became class president, it would never work out for her. This match was the most important match of her life.
Despite Shawna winning their last match, this was the second match they had one on one. Artemis was in favor. She still had a win over Shawna. Artemis kept forgetting that, but today, she solidified it in her mind. Shawna was the one still hunting for her. Artemis might be on the same path, but Shawna is the hungrier one here. She has much more on her shoulders. Artemis could think that, but no. Artemis had the world on her shoulders. If she can’t beat Shawna at From the Ashes, then her match against Shawna in MSW was nothing more than a fluke. She wouldn’t be able to get it done again. She gave her championship, because she believes in herself. She beat Shawna. She has to beat Shawna again. She has broken Shawna. She has to break Shawna. If not, she was a failure. No Kaiser is a failure.
The locker room was empty, except for Artemis. It'd began to be a tradition. Before every championship match, Artemis found herself in her locker room. It was a place of meditation for her. She could focus on everything in an environment that she loved. She would drop her stuff off there. The RWD had the arena for the week of the I-PPV. So she could use it as a closet. She could hit the local area and hear people's opinions on the upcoming matches. But a lone cameraman had a camera set up in the locker room. The cameraman tested the microphones and everything. Then he did the infamous countdown.
“A while ago, Shawna, I would curse your name. I would scream to the high heavens that I broke you and ended you. You came back and ended me…well, my perfect record, anyways. At first, I was disappointed. I woke up in an infirmary, probably like you did that fateful night in Missouri. I had microphones and cameras in my face, asking how I felt about getting my face stomped. I felt traces of embarrassment and sorrow. I felt pathetic. I have not felt that feeling since high school. It is a disgusting feeling, as you might know.”
Artemis got up and walked over to her duffel bag. She lowered down and opened it. Within an instant, she began to ruffle through it. She took out ring gear, DVDs, her laptop charger, and other things. Finally, she found what she was looking for. She sat there on the ground for a moment, looking into the bag. The reflection of gold coloring shined on her face. She didn’t smile. In fact, her frown deepened. She reached inside and pulled out something.
“This is one of the things that helped me cope with my pitiful personality,” she explained. The very thing she was holding was something that solidified her status as one of the best. Her coveted MSW Women’s Championship. She touched it lovingly and slowly. “I remembered that I cried when I got backstage. I didn’t feel anything for you as you were taken away in an ambulance. Hell, some people didn’t care. Peyton hugged me. Many wrestlers patted me on the back. I guess some people thought that your injury wasn’t as major. No, I think I heard your neck snapped when I dropped you. I felt satisfaction. That is a weird feeling, especially when it comes at someone else’s expense.”
She draped the belt on her shoulder and reached back into the bag. “Throughout my run as champion, I did something strange. I kept records,” she pulled out a calendar. When she opened it, days were marked off with big ‘X’s. She flipped to August 1st, 2014. She pointed at it. “This is the day that I officially surpassed your reign, Shawna. I became the longest reigning MSW Women’s Champion. I never felt so much joy in my whole life. I proved all the naysayers wrong and continued to do so.”
She put down the calendar and reached it the bag, pulling out…a nameplate. On it bore “Kat Jones”. “For every contender that stepped up, I had a nameplate made for them. These nameplates became motivation for me. I would put them next to my title and vow not to let them be attached to them. Ever. Kat Jones was the first part. We went to war. I ended up knocking her out and retaining. Now this nameplate sits in my trophy case, next to this belt. It is a constant memory that I defeated a valiant warrior.”
She pulled out another for Marie Porter. She gave a good look, smiled, and put it down. “I want you to know that my angry is not blazing hot. It is as cold as winter. My hatred for you has quieted down to a point that I’ve never felt before. I don’t want to just beat you to a bloody pulp. No, I want to make sure that you know that you’ll never be able to beat me. I don’t want to end your career. No, that is too nice for you. I want to make sure you will have to live with the fact that you could never beat me.”
She pulled out Shawna’s nameplate that was on the MSW Women’s Championship. “This was the biggest point of motivation for me. It reminded on how close I came to be being defeated. You nearly had me during that match, because of my stupidity. I acted like I could be theatrical with you. I let that mentality carry with me to last week. Never again, as I’ve stated earlier. From the Ashes might be the place where my career ends. You’ll have to do some heinous things to me, Shawna. You are going to have to break my neck, Shawna. You’re going to have to beat unconscious. Every second that I am still awake, I will fight you. I will be ready to make you tap. I will be ready to kick your face in and pin you one, two, three. I will be ready to make you wish that you didn’t take it as far as you did. I will be ready, more than I was in the MSW Women’s title match. I will be ready to be the RWD Women’s Champion again!”
“I have too high respect for your ability to take you lightly. But I have too high respect for you to give you the beating of your life. I expect one in return. Don’t disappoint me, Shawna. I’ve disappointed you once. You’ve disappointed me once. If you disappoint me here by bringing that egotistical attitude of yours, I’ll make you pay for it in blood. Your career will end at From the Ashes if you do. If you care for yourself, Washington, and these deceitful fans, then you will make sure that you leave that attitude at home. I have left my egotism at home. As a matter of fact, I’ve buried it six feet under. I got rid of it along with my sorrow! My worries! My happiness! ALL THAT I AM COMING AT YOU WITH SHAWNA IS MY DETERMINATION AND ALL OF MY ANGER!”
Artemis took out her final piece. A nameplate for the RWD Women’s Championship. It bore Shawna’s name. She gripped it hard; her knuckles began to show signs of effort. “I vow by the honor of my family…no, MY OWN HONOR that this nameplate will never touch MY RWD WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP. When it is all said and done, Artemis Kaiser will be walking backstage, holding the belt that she fought for! SHAWNA, THANK YOU FOR KILLING THE CHAMPION FOR LIFE! YOU HAVE BROUGHT OUT THE KAISER THAT NEEDED TO BE HERE ALL ALONG! GET READY FOR THE FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE! Your past, your present, and your future has not prepared for this. For this storm! Bring your mafia background. I dare you. I’ll punch you so hard that the Don will feel it. You'll need your whole family to stop me.”
With that, Artemis stood up and walked out of the locker room. It was time. The camera faded to black. |
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so quickly so sad!
