ALOISIA BERGE:
Lounging on her friend's couch, Aloisia Berge idly swipes through her phone. There's a lot of newer FAWN talent she's followed on social media just so she can keep abreast of what's going on. She comes across Cassava Onika's post of her voluminous butt and the Buns of Mass Destruction rules she's set forth. Somewhere, almost lost in the sea of "OMG" and "HAWT" replies, Berge also fines a reply from Jasmine Washington calling the newbie out.
"I think Jasmine Washington is calling Onika out," Aloisia says absentmindedly.
TRIXIE "JINX" DECKER:
From across the couch, while typing away on a laptop, Trixie Decker replies, "Oh, good. I hope Onika facesits Washington so hard that the weasel turns into her thong."
Aloisia cocks an eyebrow. "Still wanting another shot at her?"
Trixie pauses and shrugs. "I'm not opposed to a shot at anyone. FAWN had me on that USO tour for most of the last year. I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to cleaning her clock but is Cassava does it, so much the better."
Aloisia nods. "Well, we've got some matches coming up and--" Berge pauses. "Wait, it's been an hour. You said you were doing emails."
Blushing, Trixie slams the laptop shut. "I'm really behind and--"
"You're writing fanfic again," Berge says, smirking.
Instantly defensive, Trixie wags a finger. "Okay, we've been over this. It's not fanfic if it's people you work with and you're not necessarily a fan of all of them. It's... alternate reality possible biographies."
"How many installments are you up to on the Erotic Adventures of Cam and Yoona?"
Trixie sinks into the couch and mutters, "Seventy-five. They're on a steampunk airship now."
Berge lets out a deep laugh as Trixie fumes and reopens her laptop to continue typing. The academic cocks her head and eyes Jinx. "Do you ever write stuff about me or Kelli?"
"Naw, that's weird," Trixie says, clacking away. "There's a lot of sex in these stories and I feel weird writing about my friends going to town on someone or getting railed."
Berge is momentarily taken aback. "Okay, just how much sex is in these stories?"
Trixie slowly looks at Aloisia. "I wrote a ten part story about a lumberjill match where everyone outside the ring is wearing strap-ons."
"Do I want to know who was in that match?" Aloisia asks.
Trixie leans forward, looking almost possessed. "Who
wasn't in that match?"
"Ew," the professer replies. "Have you written anything about the new folks?"
"Oh, yeah," Trixie replies dismissively. "This morning I posted a piece about butt dominance, actually, in a fantasy world where heroes and villains vie for power using their butts, in fact. Cassava Onika is Cass'va the Oni, a shapely creature of myth who is out to open a portal to her home dimension through the ultimate face-sit."
Aloisia's eyebrows rise. "Oh, okay. And is Washington in this?"
Trixie nods. "Yes, she is, as Trashmine Washingdung, a lowly kobold who gets crushed on page 2, after angering the gelatenous Gum-bar Sisters."
"And how many stories have you written?" Aloisia asks.
"Ooooooh, let me see." Decker pulls up her anonymous profile on WrestleFic-dot-OhNo. "User Nympharina has posted... two hundred eighty-seven stories."
"All FAWN related?" Berge marvels.
"Yup," Decker chirps. "My erotic Rival Angels stories are under a different account." Trixie's eyes trail to the clock. "Shit, I forgot to give the parrot his medicine." As if on cue, the elderly bird Trixie inherited years ago squawks angrily from her bedroom. "Be right back," the goth says as she places her laptop down and leaves the room."
Berge chuckles and returns to her social media scrolling. But suddenly, an urge hits her. It is not often the overly serious PhD turned grappler feels mischievous but, when it happens, she has a hard time refusing it. She looks over at Trixie's laptop, scanning for the URL for her fanfic archive. She takes the computer into her lap and scours through the account, making sure there is no direct link to Trixie. Satisfied that her friend has hidden her identity, Aloisia takes her phone and logs into Instagram, but an account she hasn't used in years - one she intentionally left her true identity off of. There are no posts on this account, and it was created basically to lurk without FAWNatics finding her. But now, she pulls up Cassava's latest posts and hits reply:
"Hey, someone wrote some fanfic about you!" Aloisia types, plugging in the URL.
A wave of glee washes over her. This is almost too fun. She looks up Yoona's account.
"Hey, someone wrote some fanfic about you!" This time, multiple URLs.
This is too fun. But hearing Trixie's footsteps returning, Aloisia pushes the laptop back where it was and goes casual. Decker sits back on the couch and starts typing again.
"Hey, Trixie," Aloisia asks. "Have you written anything about Sinclair? Or Alia or Chrissy?"
"I've written about all the wrestlers in FAWN, past and present. Why?"
Aloisia leans forward. "Tell me more. I think I know a couple of people who'd be really interested."
