Post by RedLetters on Mar 1, 2020 23:54:36 GMT -5
With vague threats of coronavirus in the air, the entire state of this shopping center is a frenzy. Desperate, selfish hands reach past the hands of the less fortunate for enough resources to survive however long any emergency lockdowns might be. Squeaks and scrapes of shoes rushing through the tiled floors are loud enough to command attention, and demand a sense of urgency felt by the many West Virginian’s running through the place. Neighborly relationships and friendships fall to the wayside over arguments about milk and bread, and a few good ol’ boys breaking out into a brawl get a little too close to a certain new signee onto the Alpha Pro Wrestling roster, backing into her shoulder while breaking into a shoving match. Upon getting shoved back, both look past her leather studded jacket, her military boots, her cart, and her assortment of bruises; one quick glance of eye contact gathers the two, and they kindly take their fight elsewhere so she can keep moving without holding any grudges. Both green eyes return back to her phone screen so she can peacefully keep pushing her cart through the desolate hellscape of a store. Panic and excitement bring out the worst in people, and while the urge to judge and take issue are there, it’d be hypocritical.
Despite the epidemiological ‘crisis’ happening at the moment, Riot’s the one really feeling the survival instinct creeping up with every aisle she passes by that’s completely barren, and every mention on twitter landing on her timeline like an atom bomb.
First, the tweets from the idiots:
Secondly, the tweets from the idiots who did the absolute minimum homework:
Lastly, the tweets from people kind enough to not notice her existence:
In a bit of anger and excitement, Red Riot’s not about to judge anyone at their worst moment - whether it’s the men fighting one another for bare necessities, or the people walking around the store, handing out fliers for their churches while marking this disease as the ‘end of days’. After all, she’s strapped to a rocket destined to run into some of the biggest stars of the federation co-piloted by some chick she’s never met before - as such, the fighting, yelling, and arguing happening in the produce, bakery, deli, and dairy aisles seem like visions into the worst, but most likely future.
But that’s okay.
While the townsfolk causing a ruckus in this overly packed Walmart are scavenging to protect their homes, their families, and their dreams, Jo’s saying goodbye to her old stomping ground and shaking Appalachia for whatever pot falls out on her way to her next debut. While many fighters and teams are entering the year with high expectations, and sky-high consequences if they fail to start the year off with a bang, Jo’s skipping through the federation looking for any chance to fight she can get. Pressure, fear, and chaos aren’t chains holding her back - instead, they’re weapons she can wrap around her fists and charge in swinging.
After finally managing to escape the Badlands known as the ‘frozen food’, she pushes her cart up to an absolutely terrified and overwhelmed male cashier, who begins nervously scanning and loading her loot. Jo turns away, distracted by the notification of her Twitter vibrating once again, then nods and shrugs in response to the tweet that hits the nail on the head.
She's in the middle of typing in a pissed off rage while she's tapped on the shoulder by the cashier.
“E-e-excuse me.”
“Aye?”
“You are preparing for the China-virus, right? If you're planning on hitting the stores after everything's closed down, you'll be SOL, unless you're planning on looting in Gun county.”
His hesitant laughter following that vague show of concern and threat is met with her own, and Jo brushes off the idea as if it's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard.
"I'm not planning on being a terrified soul running for my life..."
Her laughter escalates in volumes all while she begins gesturing to her quarry, including steel chairs, metal garbage cans, aluminum baseball bats, chains, ladders, beer bottles and the like.
“...because I don't scare easy. I'm preparing for a Riot.”
While many people after a Pay-Per-View fight as if they have things to lose, the New Blood running around with baseball bat gets to remind them to enjoy what they have, because she's coming to take it.
Despite the epidemiological ‘crisis’ happening at the moment, Riot’s the one really feeling the survival instinct creeping up with every aisle she passes by that’s completely barren, and every mention on twitter landing on her timeline like an atom bomb.
First, the tweets from the idiots:
'More women in APW? Is the show coming with built in bathrooms breaks nowadays?'
'Hasn’t women’s wrestling come so far? Women like Lucy Sixx and Cecilia Ortiz break walls down so a vampire and someone’s spoiled daughter can get a tag tourney spot handed to them #feminist’
‘Two-toned Mafia vs. Wheels of Destruction in the finals, anyone?
? #seer #psychic #dontcallitluck’
? #seer #psychic #dontcallitluck’But that’s okay.
While the townsfolk causing a ruckus in this overly packed Walmart are scavenging to protect their homes, their families, and their dreams, Jo’s saying goodbye to her old stomping ground and shaking Appalachia for whatever pot falls out on her way to her next debut. While many fighters and teams are entering the year with high expectations, and sky-high consequences if they fail to start the year off with a bang, Jo’s skipping through the federation looking for any chance to fight she can get. Pressure, fear, and chaos aren’t chains holding her back - instead, they’re weapons she can wrap around her fists and charge in swinging.
After finally managing to escape the Badlands known as the ‘frozen food’, she pushes her cart up to an absolutely terrified and overwhelmed male cashier, who begins nervously scanning and loading her loot. Jo turns away, distracted by the notification of her Twitter vibrating once again, then nods and shrugs in response to the tweet that hits the nail on the head.
‘Whose the new chick lol does she really think she’s ready for this place’
“E-e-excuse me.”
“Aye?”
“You are preparing for the China-virus, right? If you're planning on hitting the stores after everything's closed down, you'll be SOL, unless you're planning on looting in Gun county.”
His hesitant laughter following that vague show of concern and threat is met with her own, and Jo brushes off the idea as if it's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard.
"I'm not planning on being a terrified soul running for my life..."
Her laughter escalates in volumes all while she begins gesturing to her quarry, including steel chairs, metal garbage cans, aluminum baseball bats, chains, ladders, beer bottles and the like.
“...because I don't scare easy. I'm preparing for a Riot.”
While many people after a Pay-Per-View fight as if they have things to lose, the New Blood running around with baseball bat gets to remind them to enjoy what they have, because she's coming to take it.
