Post by Ayla St. James on Aug 11, 2013 5:19:42 GMT
You know, this little voice inside my head is telling me to stand here and gloat. It's telling me to start throwing in your face that last week I defeated two of the best women to ever step foot in a wrestling ring. It tells me that I should point out that what I haven't done doesn't define what I can do. Buuuuuttttt...
Packed my ego up and traded it for a pair of overinflated boobs a few years ago, so I'll spare you all that noise.
People say the phrase "any given night" when it suits them. What it's supposed to mean is that any wrestler, no matter how good or talented, is not invincible, and on any night the best of us can be beaten by the worst of us if they want it badly enough. In truth is that it's just an excuse. People pull that argument out to justify how they'll win against someone that people think they shouldn't be able to beat, or they use it to justify losing to someone they never thought possible. It's just a farce, an epic one, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hold some truth.
The only truth is that you aren't invincible, but accepting that only makes you stronger, because the will to never give in only exists when you understand the possibility.
I look around this ring, and see those who understand it, and those who fail to grasp the idea. Some, like Tara Fenix, have learned the lesson the hard way. Don't get me wrong, I give her all the credit in the world, she's been more than capable of holding her own, and picking herself up off the ground when things don't go as planned. But she's also a classic example of someone who allows herself to think she's won before she has. Someone who's fallen on that hard road a time or two. I look around, and see the same pitfall in front of a few others.
Ashley, who carries with her not only Lazslo's advice and wrestling training, but also his growing ego as well.
Isabella, who.. well, listen to her talk for about three minutes and I'm sure you'll hear all about it.
And then there's you, Amber.
Since you're a part our little family now, allow me to pass on some advice then. Be careful the paths you walk, the choices you choose, and the enemies you make. Because each one, no matter how small, can one day turn into your downfall. You're talented, you have a good ring sense, a killer butt, and a good vision of what's ahead of you.
The problem is you come unburdened with history. You can see the road, but the curveballs life throws at you might escape your notice. I'm not trying to annoy you or anger you, even though I kinda mixed a driving and baseball reference, it's just how it is.
Kyle and Angel wouldn't be training you if they didn't see something in you. And I for one trust their judgment.
No, not just cuz the bird gives me the D. Because he also gives me something else he doesn't give to any other student.
The hard road.
Because easy roads aren't worth walking. That fact should have been drilled into your head more than anything else. Tara is going to come for you, and while you don't have to respect her, you simply have to understand what it means to face yourself.
Because she is cut from the same cloth as us.
People like Isabella and Ashley, are from another cloth. More ego, but still just as dangerous. And Eternity is a wild card, a whole other thing entirely.
Just the time we see which of us is cut from the best this week. I'm going to fight until my heart bursts, not for revenge like Tara or pride like Amber.
But for me.
The best thing to fight for.
Kisses,
Love, Ayla.
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{Backstage, last week. Ayla was walking down the hall, her phone glued to her ear.}
Yes. One ticket, first class to Boston please. Oh, how far am I.. say anything around midnight? Ok, good. I'll pay in advance, one moment.
{Ayla's pace quickened and she slipped through a door marked Locker Room. She stepped past the various lockers that held the valuables and unmentionables of other ladies of IWF until she found her own street clothes. She rummaged a bit, finding her wallet and withdrawing her credit card.}
Ok, the number is (censored), experation date is (nope), and the security code is (nu uh).
Ok, one moment.
{Ayla waited, idly twirling her hair. Suddenly something caught her attention. What was that smell? It was faint, but there. The returning voice distracted her again.}
Ma'am, it seems that card was cancelled.
Umm.. that's odd. Does it say by who?
The code it gave me was weird, nothing I've ever seen before. Maybe if you come down you can process it better in person?
Sure. I'll be there.
{Ayla hung up the phone, and then that smell nagged her again. She put her phone down and walked through the open door that led to the showers. On the floor, was a single red rose. She leaned down and picked it up, then smelled it. It smelled fresh, but that wasn't quite the same smell she'd picked up on.}
Kyle...? Are you here?
{No response. The shower stalls were dim the further down you went. Ayla headed for the darkness, stopping to pick up another rose, this one a little less fresh than the last, like it was wet. She thought of who else would try to surprise her like this.}
Aly? Are you being all silly pants again, you lucious red head?
{Met only by silence. More steps taken and another rose picked up. This one was a little dark, as if life had ceased within it in the last few days.}
Am I intruding? Is this surprise not for me? Just say the word and I'll go and put all this back like I found and no-one will hear anything out of me about it.
{No reply. Ayla walked forward more, finding yet another rose that was far passed wilted. On the wall, scrawled in red smeared lipstick, was simply "Ayla". A crude arrow underneath the word pointed inside the shower stall.}
Well, that settles that. Do I want to...
{Ayla opened the stall door, and the odor hit her in full force. Like wet.. dead plants. On the floor of the shower stall, was a mass of dead roses, wilted, black and rotting. Ayla made a face, supressed a gag.}
Ok... suddenly everything is not funny..
{On the wall above the mass of dead plants, was another message in scrawled barely legible blood red lipstick.}
"Everything dies one day.
Flowers.
People.
Passion.
..........Love."
{The last word was smeared from the bottom of each letter all the way to the floor.}
Packed my ego up and traded it for a pair of overinflated boobs a few years ago, so I'll spare you all that noise.
People say the phrase "any given night" when it suits them. What it's supposed to mean is that any wrestler, no matter how good or talented, is not invincible, and on any night the best of us can be beaten by the worst of us if they want it badly enough. In truth is that it's just an excuse. People pull that argument out to justify how they'll win against someone that people think they shouldn't be able to beat, or they use it to justify losing to someone they never thought possible. It's just a farce, an epic one, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hold some truth.
The only truth is that you aren't invincible, but accepting that only makes you stronger, because the will to never give in only exists when you understand the possibility.
I look around this ring, and see those who understand it, and those who fail to grasp the idea. Some, like Tara Fenix, have learned the lesson the hard way. Don't get me wrong, I give her all the credit in the world, she's been more than capable of holding her own, and picking herself up off the ground when things don't go as planned. But she's also a classic example of someone who allows herself to think she's won before she has. Someone who's fallen on that hard road a time or two. I look around, and see the same pitfall in front of a few others.
Ashley, who carries with her not only Lazslo's advice and wrestling training, but also his growing ego as well.
Isabella, who.. well, listen to her talk for about three minutes and I'm sure you'll hear all about it.
And then there's you, Amber.
Since you're a part our little family now, allow me to pass on some advice then. Be careful the paths you walk, the choices you choose, and the enemies you make. Because each one, no matter how small, can one day turn into your downfall. You're talented, you have a good ring sense, a killer butt, and a good vision of what's ahead of you.
The problem is you come unburdened with history. You can see the road, but the curveballs life throws at you might escape your notice. I'm not trying to annoy you or anger you, even though I kinda mixed a driving and baseball reference, it's just how it is.
Kyle and Angel wouldn't be training you if they didn't see something in you. And I for one trust their judgment.
No, not just cuz the bird gives me the D. Because he also gives me something else he doesn't give to any other student.
The hard road.
Because easy roads aren't worth walking. That fact should have been drilled into your head more than anything else. Tara is going to come for you, and while you don't have to respect her, you simply have to understand what it means to face yourself.
Because she is cut from the same cloth as us.
People like Isabella and Ashley, are from another cloth. More ego, but still just as dangerous. And Eternity is a wild card, a whole other thing entirely.
Just the time we see which of us is cut from the best this week. I'm going to fight until my heart bursts, not for revenge like Tara or pride like Amber.
But for me.
The best thing to fight for.
Kisses,
Love, Ayla.
------------------------------------------------
{Backstage, last week. Ayla was walking down the hall, her phone glued to her ear.}
Yes. One ticket, first class to Boston please. Oh, how far am I.. say anything around midnight? Ok, good. I'll pay in advance, one moment.
{Ayla's pace quickened and she slipped through a door marked Locker Room. She stepped past the various lockers that held the valuables and unmentionables of other ladies of IWF until she found her own street clothes. She rummaged a bit, finding her wallet and withdrawing her credit card.}
Ok, the number is (censored), experation date is (nope), and the security code is (nu uh).
Ok, one moment.
{Ayla waited, idly twirling her hair. Suddenly something caught her attention. What was that smell? It was faint, but there. The returning voice distracted her again.}
Ma'am, it seems that card was cancelled.
Umm.. that's odd. Does it say by who?
The code it gave me was weird, nothing I've ever seen before. Maybe if you come down you can process it better in person?
Sure. I'll be there.
{Ayla hung up the phone, and then that smell nagged her again. She put her phone down and walked through the open door that led to the showers. On the floor, was a single red rose. She leaned down and picked it up, then smelled it. It smelled fresh, but that wasn't quite the same smell she'd picked up on.}
Kyle...? Are you here?
{No response. The shower stalls were dim the further down you went. Ayla headed for the darkness, stopping to pick up another rose, this one a little less fresh than the last, like it was wet. She thought of who else would try to surprise her like this.}
Aly? Are you being all silly pants again, you lucious red head?
{Met only by silence. More steps taken and another rose picked up. This one was a little dark, as if life had ceased within it in the last few days.}
Am I intruding? Is this surprise not for me? Just say the word and I'll go and put all this back like I found and no-one will hear anything out of me about it.
{No reply. Ayla walked forward more, finding yet another rose that was far passed wilted. On the wall, scrawled in red smeared lipstick, was simply "Ayla". A crude arrow underneath the word pointed inside the shower stall.}
Well, that settles that. Do I want to...
{Ayla opened the stall door, and the odor hit her in full force. Like wet.. dead plants. On the floor of the shower stall, was a mass of dead roses, wilted, black and rotting. Ayla made a face, supressed a gag.}
Ok... suddenly everything is not funny..
{On the wall above the mass of dead plants, was another message in scrawled barely legible blood red lipstick.}
"Everything dies one day.
Flowers.
People.
Passion.
..........Love."
{The last word was smeared from the bottom of each letter all the way to the floor.}
Well howdy there pardner.