Post by Alexis Caffrey on Dec 18, 2017 5:36:14 GMT
One by one, everyone comes and everyone goes, but a true great never dies.
We fade in, and yes, it’s me Mike Laszlo, the narrator and the one holding the camera, pointing it forward, as for the first time in a while, my lovely wife comes up on the screen, little lego figures that resemble the women of the Diamonds Division on a ledge in front of her. She stares at them, tilting her head as her brown eyes dart from one figure to another.
Each of these pretty little girls stand tall. Each talk all the talk they want to. They yell, scream, kick, and claw to prove themselves. I once was one of them, but now, I’m so far removed. I haven’t been around in sometime, and now I hear the call in the wind.
She cups her ear in her hand and acts as if she’s listening to the callings that she described, a smile quickly appearing on her face.
Don’t you hear it?
I shake the camera from side to side. I don’t hear things that she does all the time, but we’ll let her elaborate.
It’s such a lovely song, and it grows louder and louder, time after time again. It’s the cries of my baby, her, the red strap, and the shiny gold in all of her glory. She beckons for me, and she whispers to me as I sleep. It’s been so long since she’s been in my arms and it makes me feel just…
She steps in front of the ledge, blocking out the figures, her arms cradling an imaginary figure in her arms.
I just feel so empty. I need my baby...she needs me.
She walks back around the ledge, talking as she goes.
I feel like she’s been kidnapped, hidden from me by the dark forces that lurk amongst the tall trees of the IWF Diamonds Division, and I have to fight them back, one by one, take them out, and in doing so, find the final boss of this little game we all play. So, ladies, one by one you’ll fall.
She starts flicking the figures off the ledge, one after another before coming to the end where we see an orange haired rag-doll and a doll that looks as if it has been sewn together from two equal halves of two completely different dolls, one side pale with pitch black hair, the other with a lighter cherry blonde hair color. Between the two dolls sits a toy version of the Diamonds Championship. She lowers herself down, her eyes now darting between the two dolls.
Whether it’s the monster without a soul, she who rips flesh from the bodies of her opponents, or the fiery redhead with a rebellious mind and a fighting spirit the lengths of which many have never seen, all you are to me, are a couple of gatekeepers.
She grabs hold of the redheaded doll that clearly symbolizes Shea O’Hara.
I admire the warrior. She who fights against the dark. She who with her moral code will fight the forces of evil and pull them from the shadows, kicking their asses until there’s nothing left but a little dust on her shoe. Shea O’Hara, the protector of the pure, the innocent, and all that is good...you are not my protector, nor do I need your protecting!
She throws the doll off to the side.
You are but a mere obstacle, well possibly, to getting back what I should have never relinquished. You are possibly the wall I need to knock down in order to get my baby back, and if it comes to that oh noble warrior, then I will do what needs to be done.
She then grabs hold of the doll that represents the two phases of Rowan MacDonnough. She smiles, she even lets out a chuckle.
Poor, poor little girl. You’re so confused in that sewn up little head of yours aren’t you? The pieces of your mind that were shattered, they still have yet to be put in their proper places. You don’t know if you’re the mistress of the dark, Glinda the good witch, or a savage beast from the days of old. You fight within yourself, the multiple personalities scrambling about in your head, none of which fully want to take control and be responsible for your lunacy.
She turns to the camera.
And people want to try and call me crazy?
She tosses the doll to the opposite side of the room from the Shea doll.
Rowan, my dear, you haven’t even begun to tap your potential. When you lead The Pack, you did so with a focused mind. You were the wicked witch of the IWF, and then, the valiant little warrior, she threw water on you and the big bad washed away with the final figurative drop falling off of your weakened body. The demon was gone and all that was left is the frightened little girl, backed into a corner.
She climbs over the ledge and sits on its edge.
You fill the void with a savagery. You don’t know what to do, and so your brain, your body, they revert back to the primal instincts that we as humans inherit from the day we were born. You ripped flesh from a girls arm, you became nothing but a mere animal, an animal that needs to be contained, an animal that needs to be tamed, but everyone else is just too afraid to do it.
She tilts her head, a sinister glare emanating from her eyes.
I hate to break it to you Rowan, demon, little girl, animal, it doesn’t matter. I don’t fear you. I’ve faced far worse in that ring, and I’ve conquered it, and if you happen to be the one that keeps that precious little title from me, and it comes down to me versus you...you too, will be conquered.
She points toward me, and more specifically into the camera. Her finger wags from side to side.
The belt you and Shea fight over is nothing but mere property to the two of you. It’s a symbol of your excellence within the confines of a wrestling ring. To me, it’s so much more. To me, that’s a living, breathing little girl, and she’s crying out for her mother. She’s crying out for the one person on this roster who truly sees her as more than a mere trinket. Don’t worry dear title…I’m Coming
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“I’m Here For You” - December 12, 2017
It’s been quite some time since I was in an IWF ring. July 31, 2017, I took on Paige Garcia in a Steel Cage match...and won. I haven’t been seen in an IWF ring since. After a long talk, Mike and I both decided, and setup the arrangements for our eventual returns to the ring. I was getting ready to head to the Diamonds are Forever Pay Per View in New Orleans. Yes I was packing my bag, with my gear, for the first time since that fateful summer night almost a whole week early. Mike walked into the room.
You know we don’t leave until the weekend right?
Yeah, I just want to get a headstart on things. It’s been so long, I just don’t want to forget anything, ya know?
He came up behind me, wrapping his hands around my shoulders.
Don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine.
Can’t a girl be nervous? After all, I haven’t stepped in a ring since July.
I’m not saying don’t be nervous. Nervous is good.
Before he could get another word out, my phone started ringing. It was my mother’s doctor. For those who don’t know, my mother had cancer about a year or so back. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with in my entire life. I knew my mother was a fighter, and thankfully, after a year of fighting, her cancer had gone into remission.
I grabbed hold of the phone, pulled my hair around the back of my head and answered.
Hello? Doctor Seidman, how are you? Wait, what!?
Mike’s ears perked as he slowly spun me in his arms. He watched as my face got a pale white, well as pale as my darker skin tone would allow.
What happened?
I heard the words, but they were just that...words. There was no sense behind them, no meaning, just a bunch of sound.
I’ll...I’ll be right there.
I slowly put the phone down, taking a few steps back before slowly lowering into a chair. I was going catatonic or so it seemed. The world around me was blurring together, the stare on my face completely blank. I felt Mike’s hands on my shoulders again, and as he said my name two or three times, I at least was able to focus in on him.
Lex, what did the doctor say? LEX!
He shook me, causing me to blink. I heard what he wanted and my lips started moving.
My...my mother...she’s...she’s in the hospital. She’s...she’s very weak. She needs me.
Let’s go then.
He knew how I got when my mother was the target of death. I got this way when her cancer was diagnosed. She’s my everything in this world, and those who know me, they know what she did to keep me alive and well in my youth. She’s my whole reason for being on this planet. I was weak in the knees. Mike grabbed my shoes and put them on my feet, thankfully for us both, they slid right on. He then did the same to himself, and he pulled me up out of the chair, throwing my arm over his shoulders, taking me toward the steps, and to the front door. Another thankful event is the fact that his daughter was at his grandmother’s and didn’t have to see me in this state.
He literally scooped me off the ground and carried me down the steps, setting me down as we got in front of the door. He helped me to the car and in before running to the other side and jumping in himself. We pulled out of the driveway and sped off down the road on our way to the hospital.
He looked over at me. He knew I was only half there. He knew I was retreating into myself.
Lexi, stay with me. Your mom’s going to be fine. We don’t even know what it is yet.
He tried to be there for me as a good husband would, but he knew what it was, I knew what it was. The cancer was back. It was back to exact it’s revenge on my mother, and though she was strong enough to fight it once, I wasn’t sure if she was able to fight it again.
I felt his hand on my chin as he pulled my head around to look at him.
Look at me. No matter what this is, she’s going to need you, just like she did before. You were there for her just like she was there for you when you were a little girl. She needs you again and you need to stay strong and fight this with her.
I managed a nod. I then slumped over onto his shoulder. He held me as close as he could, trying his best to comfort me while speeding toward the hospital. It wasn’t long before we got to the city, the bright lights not even enough to shake me from this state. We pulled into the hospital parking lot soon after. He got out and ran to my side of the car. I had managed to get the door open, but inside, deep inside, I was feeling devastated, defeated. He reached up and grabbed my face, planting a huge kiss on my lips.
Hey, don’t do this. You need to fight...it’s what you were born to do. Your mother needs you here and now. Can you walk?
I nodded, swinging my legs out of the car. He helped me up and I don’t know what it was, maybe his urgency, maybe how much he truly cared, it gave me a bit of energy. It lit a spark under me. He grabbed my hand and started to pull, and I started running, passing him though he wasn’t far behind me as we entered the building running up to the front desk.
I’m looking for Caffrey.
Ms. Caffrey was admitted down the hall, up the elevator to the third floor, room 321.
The two of us ran down the hall and hit the elevator button. I was impatient, and I kept pressing the button over and over and over again until the “ding” was heard and the doors swung open. We stepped inside, and not caring if anyone was behind us, I hit the “3” over and over until the door closed. This was an emergency, and my patience was already gone. I stomped down on the elevator floor.
COME ON!
We had finally hit the third floor and the doors swung open again. We turned the corner, and we used the signs to guide us to her room. I took a second and regained my composure. If she was awake I didn’t want to alarm her. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. She had a breathing tube attached to her face, and an IV in her arm. She looked so frail, almost as she did on that day where we found out she had cancer. She was breathing shallow breaths, and her eyes were closed. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as Mike rubbed his hand up and down my back. He guided me in and I sat next to her as he moved a chair in next to me. I took my mother’s hand, it was still warm, and kissed it as more tears cascaded down my face. I was choking up, but I wanted to get the words out.
Mommy...I’m right here. I will help you fight this, whatever it is. You were there for me through the ups and the downs, and I will do the same for you. I will be strong for you. We beat this once, and if it is back, we’ll beat it again!
I can’t lose you mom...I won’t.
I sat there for what seemed like hours waiting for someone to come in and explain to me what was going on. Finally there was a knock at the door, and it was the doctor who had called on the phone.
Doctor...is it…
Before I could answer, there was a look of defeat on his face as he slowly nodded up and down.
Yes, unfortunately, the cancer has returned. We caught it early last time, and that gave her a great chance to beat it, and she did. Unfortunately, something triggered it, and now it’s back at a more advanced stage.
A more advanced stage?
Unfortunately, yes.
I was starting to blur the rest of the world again. I looked up at the doctor and saw his lips moving, but the sound was just noise.
How far along are we talking?
Before was very early stage one. This time, we’re in the later phases of stage two, and the cancer has become invasive and has spread to some of her lymph nodes. We’re going to get her on treatment right away, but I have to caution that with her advanced age, this will be considerably harder than the last go around.
Just start it as soon as possible. Thank you for the quick update.
The doctor walked out of the room and Mike turned to me as I started to comeback a bit.
I told you we were going to fight this. She knows you’re here, and you know I’m here. Nobody is in this alone.
I nodded my head and turned back to my mother. I kissed her hand again, and rubbed it slowly with my thumb.
I’m here Mommy…
The tears couldn’t be held back. Just seeing her in that condition and knowing the fight she has coming, it was just so overwhelming. I don’t know how she’s going to do it, but she’s my mother, the strongest woman on the planet. I know she’ll fight.
The scene fades with me staring through the tears, Mike trying his best to comfort me in this extreme moment of need.
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I saw the reaction.
The scene comes to and here I am again, this time in the center of a wrestling ring, the ring at the arena, the one where my wife and I were going to train to sharpen her skills some more when it came to her attention that maybe we should cut another promo involving the battle royal at Diamonds Are Forever.
The guys in the back didn’t like it when that beautiful man behind the camera showed up out of the blue, claiming a spot. I know deep down in this twisted little brain of mine that you all don’t like me coming back out of thin air either. He told people to stop him…
I’m telling you…you can’t.
I have a desire to be reunited with the one true thing that has kept me on track in this federation, the Diamonds Championship. I’m enshrined in a Hall of Fame, when people think IWF they utter my name along with the others who fought tooth and nail to make their names known.
There’s a difference between me and those other names.
I’m not done yet.
She sits in the corner of the ring, hunched over, a hood over her face.
I’ve been simply biding my time. I was done with the old play toys that entered that ring with me. The likes of Eternity and her twisted mind games, the likes of Fiona and her constant failing, yet not bothering to do anything to help herself. The bickering of the Garcia Twins was finally put to rest by me, and the wicked witches of years gone by have all thankfully vanished into the thin air.
Now?
She flips her hood up revealing a bold smile as the lights flood the arena. She pops up on her feet and rips open her hoodie, pulling it off and throwing it over the top rope.
Now…
Now I return to you all, shedding my cocoon, ready to embrace the new generation, the new challenges, the new adversaries. I’m ready to take on the likes of a Crowne Jewel, a sweet, scrumptious, buttery little cinnamon roll, a viking, and a rebel turned follower, all in the name of competition.
I embrace this opportunity to take you all on one after another. I take on the challenge of cascading you from my kingdom…my ring and showing you all that I’m not a name from the history books, far from it.
I will earn my chances, and take your opportunities at my whim, because I’m that good at what I do. So it doesn’t matter if your name is Charity, or Charity, or Astrid, orCrystalorKateorPandoraorGabrielaorANYONEELSEINTHEMATCH!
She takes a moment to collect herself after the rambling.
You’re in my way to claiming what’s mine. You are all the obstacles that I must overcome to be reunited with my one true love, the one lasting memory I have of this business.
HEY!
I couldn’t help myself. She smiled and waved at me.
Other than my delicious hubby that is.
That’s better…
I want that championship. I covet it like no other in this company or any other…
...and I want it BACK!
She walks closer to the camera, only her face is to be seen...not that I’m complaining.
Unfortunately for the rest of you in this funny little battle royal...you’re all a bunch of pins. You’re interchangeable, and forgettable. You’re lined up one after another, and you’re looking at the bowling ball coming down the lane, looking to knock you all right out of my way. When all is said and done ladies, well…
She skips around, twirling with her arms out wide, stopping only to summersault toward me, popping up…
STRIKE!
She grabs hold of the camera, taking it from me.
Don’t worry precious...you’ll be around Mommy’s waist, right where you belong, very...very soon.
She pulls the lens of the camera in and kisses it before the feed cuts.
We fade in, and yes, it’s me Mike Laszlo, the narrator and the one holding the camera, pointing it forward, as for the first time in a while, my lovely wife comes up on the screen, little lego figures that resemble the women of the Diamonds Division on a ledge in front of her. She stares at them, tilting her head as her brown eyes dart from one figure to another.
Each of these pretty little girls stand tall. Each talk all the talk they want to. They yell, scream, kick, and claw to prove themselves. I once was one of them, but now, I’m so far removed. I haven’t been around in sometime, and now I hear the call in the wind.
She cups her ear in her hand and acts as if she’s listening to the callings that she described, a smile quickly appearing on her face.
Don’t you hear it?
I shake the camera from side to side. I don’t hear things that she does all the time, but we’ll let her elaborate.
It’s such a lovely song, and it grows louder and louder, time after time again. It’s the cries of my baby, her, the red strap, and the shiny gold in all of her glory. She beckons for me, and she whispers to me as I sleep. It’s been so long since she’s been in my arms and it makes me feel just…
She steps in front of the ledge, blocking out the figures, her arms cradling an imaginary figure in her arms.
I just feel so empty. I need my baby...she needs me.
She walks back around the ledge, talking as she goes.
I feel like she’s been kidnapped, hidden from me by the dark forces that lurk amongst the tall trees of the IWF Diamonds Division, and I have to fight them back, one by one, take them out, and in doing so, find the final boss of this little game we all play. So, ladies, one by one you’ll fall.
She starts flicking the figures off the ledge, one after another before coming to the end where we see an orange haired rag-doll and a doll that looks as if it has been sewn together from two equal halves of two completely different dolls, one side pale with pitch black hair, the other with a lighter cherry blonde hair color. Between the two dolls sits a toy version of the Diamonds Championship. She lowers herself down, her eyes now darting between the two dolls.
Whether it’s the monster without a soul, she who rips flesh from the bodies of her opponents, or the fiery redhead with a rebellious mind and a fighting spirit the lengths of which many have never seen, all you are to me, are a couple of gatekeepers.
She grabs hold of the redheaded doll that clearly symbolizes Shea O’Hara.
I admire the warrior. She who fights against the dark. She who with her moral code will fight the forces of evil and pull them from the shadows, kicking their asses until there’s nothing left but a little dust on her shoe. Shea O’Hara, the protector of the pure, the innocent, and all that is good...you are not my protector, nor do I need your protecting!
She throws the doll off to the side.
You are but a mere obstacle, well possibly, to getting back what I should have never relinquished. You are possibly the wall I need to knock down in order to get my baby back, and if it comes to that oh noble warrior, then I will do what needs to be done.
She then grabs hold of the doll that represents the two phases of Rowan MacDonnough. She smiles, she even lets out a chuckle.
Poor, poor little girl. You’re so confused in that sewn up little head of yours aren’t you? The pieces of your mind that were shattered, they still have yet to be put in their proper places. You don’t know if you’re the mistress of the dark, Glinda the good witch, or a savage beast from the days of old. You fight within yourself, the multiple personalities scrambling about in your head, none of which fully want to take control and be responsible for your lunacy.
She turns to the camera.
And people want to try and call me crazy?
She tosses the doll to the opposite side of the room from the Shea doll.
Rowan, my dear, you haven’t even begun to tap your potential. When you lead The Pack, you did so with a focused mind. You were the wicked witch of the IWF, and then, the valiant little warrior, she threw water on you and the big bad washed away with the final figurative drop falling off of your weakened body. The demon was gone and all that was left is the frightened little girl, backed into a corner.
She climbs over the ledge and sits on its edge.
You fill the void with a savagery. You don’t know what to do, and so your brain, your body, they revert back to the primal instincts that we as humans inherit from the day we were born. You ripped flesh from a girls arm, you became nothing but a mere animal, an animal that needs to be contained, an animal that needs to be tamed, but everyone else is just too afraid to do it.
She tilts her head, a sinister glare emanating from her eyes.
I hate to break it to you Rowan, demon, little girl, animal, it doesn’t matter. I don’t fear you. I’ve faced far worse in that ring, and I’ve conquered it, and if you happen to be the one that keeps that precious little title from me, and it comes down to me versus you...you too, will be conquered.
She points toward me, and more specifically into the camera. Her finger wags from side to side.
The belt you and Shea fight over is nothing but mere property to the two of you. It’s a symbol of your excellence within the confines of a wrestling ring. To me, it’s so much more. To me, that’s a living, breathing little girl, and she’s crying out for her mother. She’s crying out for the one person on this roster who truly sees her as more than a mere trinket. Don’t worry dear title…I’m Coming
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“I’m Here For You” - December 12, 2017
It’s been quite some time since I was in an IWF ring. July 31, 2017, I took on Paige Garcia in a Steel Cage match...and won. I haven’t been seen in an IWF ring since. After a long talk, Mike and I both decided, and setup the arrangements for our eventual returns to the ring. I was getting ready to head to the Diamonds are Forever Pay Per View in New Orleans. Yes I was packing my bag, with my gear, for the first time since that fateful summer night almost a whole week early. Mike walked into the room.
You know we don’t leave until the weekend right?
Yeah, I just want to get a headstart on things. It’s been so long, I just don’t want to forget anything, ya know?
He came up behind me, wrapping his hands around my shoulders.
Don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine.
Can’t a girl be nervous? After all, I haven’t stepped in a ring since July.
I’m not saying don’t be nervous. Nervous is good.
Before he could get another word out, my phone started ringing. It was my mother’s doctor. For those who don’t know, my mother had cancer about a year or so back. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with in my entire life. I knew my mother was a fighter, and thankfully, after a year of fighting, her cancer had gone into remission.
I grabbed hold of the phone, pulled my hair around the back of my head and answered.
Hello? Doctor Seidman, how are you? Wait, what!?
Mike’s ears perked as he slowly spun me in his arms. He watched as my face got a pale white, well as pale as my darker skin tone would allow.
What happened?
I heard the words, but they were just that...words. There was no sense behind them, no meaning, just a bunch of sound.
I’ll...I’ll be right there.
I slowly put the phone down, taking a few steps back before slowly lowering into a chair. I was going catatonic or so it seemed. The world around me was blurring together, the stare on my face completely blank. I felt Mike’s hands on my shoulders again, and as he said my name two or three times, I at least was able to focus in on him.
Lex, what did the doctor say? LEX!
He shook me, causing me to blink. I heard what he wanted and my lips started moving.
My...my mother...she’s...she’s in the hospital. She’s...she’s very weak. She needs me.
Let’s go then.
He knew how I got when my mother was the target of death. I got this way when her cancer was diagnosed. She’s my everything in this world, and those who know me, they know what she did to keep me alive and well in my youth. She’s my whole reason for being on this planet. I was weak in the knees. Mike grabbed my shoes and put them on my feet, thankfully for us both, they slid right on. He then did the same to himself, and he pulled me up out of the chair, throwing my arm over his shoulders, taking me toward the steps, and to the front door. Another thankful event is the fact that his daughter was at his grandmother’s and didn’t have to see me in this state.
He literally scooped me off the ground and carried me down the steps, setting me down as we got in front of the door. He helped me to the car and in before running to the other side and jumping in himself. We pulled out of the driveway and sped off down the road on our way to the hospital.
He looked over at me. He knew I was only half there. He knew I was retreating into myself.
Lexi, stay with me. Your mom’s going to be fine. We don’t even know what it is yet.
He tried to be there for me as a good husband would, but he knew what it was, I knew what it was. The cancer was back. It was back to exact it’s revenge on my mother, and though she was strong enough to fight it once, I wasn’t sure if she was able to fight it again.
I felt his hand on my chin as he pulled my head around to look at him.
Look at me. No matter what this is, she’s going to need you, just like she did before. You were there for her just like she was there for you when you were a little girl. She needs you again and you need to stay strong and fight this with her.
I managed a nod. I then slumped over onto his shoulder. He held me as close as he could, trying his best to comfort me while speeding toward the hospital. It wasn’t long before we got to the city, the bright lights not even enough to shake me from this state. We pulled into the hospital parking lot soon after. He got out and ran to my side of the car. I had managed to get the door open, but inside, deep inside, I was feeling devastated, defeated. He reached up and grabbed my face, planting a huge kiss on my lips.
Hey, don’t do this. You need to fight...it’s what you were born to do. Your mother needs you here and now. Can you walk?
I nodded, swinging my legs out of the car. He helped me up and I don’t know what it was, maybe his urgency, maybe how much he truly cared, it gave me a bit of energy. It lit a spark under me. He grabbed my hand and started to pull, and I started running, passing him though he wasn’t far behind me as we entered the building running up to the front desk.
I’m looking for Caffrey.
Ms. Caffrey was admitted down the hall, up the elevator to the third floor, room 321.
The two of us ran down the hall and hit the elevator button. I was impatient, and I kept pressing the button over and over and over again until the “ding” was heard and the doors swung open. We stepped inside, and not caring if anyone was behind us, I hit the “3” over and over until the door closed. This was an emergency, and my patience was already gone. I stomped down on the elevator floor.
COME ON!
We had finally hit the third floor and the doors swung open again. We turned the corner, and we used the signs to guide us to her room. I took a second and regained my composure. If she was awake I didn’t want to alarm her. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. She had a breathing tube attached to her face, and an IV in her arm. She looked so frail, almost as she did on that day where we found out she had cancer. She was breathing shallow breaths, and her eyes were closed. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as Mike rubbed his hand up and down my back. He guided me in and I sat next to her as he moved a chair in next to me. I took my mother’s hand, it was still warm, and kissed it as more tears cascaded down my face. I was choking up, but I wanted to get the words out.
Mommy...I’m right here. I will help you fight this, whatever it is. You were there for me through the ups and the downs, and I will do the same for you. I will be strong for you. We beat this once, and if it is back, we’ll beat it again!
I can’t lose you mom...I won’t.
I sat there for what seemed like hours waiting for someone to come in and explain to me what was going on. Finally there was a knock at the door, and it was the doctor who had called on the phone.
Doctor...is it…
Before I could answer, there was a look of defeat on his face as he slowly nodded up and down.
Yes, unfortunately, the cancer has returned. We caught it early last time, and that gave her a great chance to beat it, and she did. Unfortunately, something triggered it, and now it’s back at a more advanced stage.
A more advanced stage?
Unfortunately, yes.
I was starting to blur the rest of the world again. I looked up at the doctor and saw his lips moving, but the sound was just noise.
How far along are we talking?
Before was very early stage one. This time, we’re in the later phases of stage two, and the cancer has become invasive and has spread to some of her lymph nodes. We’re going to get her on treatment right away, but I have to caution that with her advanced age, this will be considerably harder than the last go around.
Just start it as soon as possible. Thank you for the quick update.
The doctor walked out of the room and Mike turned to me as I started to comeback a bit.
I told you we were going to fight this. She knows you’re here, and you know I’m here. Nobody is in this alone.
I nodded my head and turned back to my mother. I kissed her hand again, and rubbed it slowly with my thumb.
I’m here Mommy…
The tears couldn’t be held back. Just seeing her in that condition and knowing the fight she has coming, it was just so overwhelming. I don’t know how she’s going to do it, but she’s my mother, the strongest woman on the planet. I know she’ll fight.
The scene fades with me staring through the tears, Mike trying his best to comfort me in this extreme moment of need.
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I saw the reaction.
The scene comes to and here I am again, this time in the center of a wrestling ring, the ring at the arena, the one where my wife and I were going to train to sharpen her skills some more when it came to her attention that maybe we should cut another promo involving the battle royal at Diamonds Are Forever.
The guys in the back didn’t like it when that beautiful man behind the camera showed up out of the blue, claiming a spot. I know deep down in this twisted little brain of mine that you all don’t like me coming back out of thin air either. He told people to stop him…
I’m telling you…you can’t.
I have a desire to be reunited with the one true thing that has kept me on track in this federation, the Diamonds Championship. I’m enshrined in a Hall of Fame, when people think IWF they utter my name along with the others who fought tooth and nail to make their names known.
There’s a difference between me and those other names.
I’m not done yet.
She sits in the corner of the ring, hunched over, a hood over her face.
I’ve been simply biding my time. I was done with the old play toys that entered that ring with me. The likes of Eternity and her twisted mind games, the likes of Fiona and her constant failing, yet not bothering to do anything to help herself. The bickering of the Garcia Twins was finally put to rest by me, and the wicked witches of years gone by have all thankfully vanished into the thin air.
Now?
She flips her hood up revealing a bold smile as the lights flood the arena. She pops up on her feet and rips open her hoodie, pulling it off and throwing it over the top rope.
Now…
Now I return to you all, shedding my cocoon, ready to embrace the new generation, the new challenges, the new adversaries. I’m ready to take on the likes of a Crowne Jewel, a sweet, scrumptious, buttery little cinnamon roll, a viking, and a rebel turned follower, all in the name of competition.
I embrace this opportunity to take you all on one after another. I take on the challenge of cascading you from my kingdom…my ring and showing you all that I’m not a name from the history books, far from it.
I will earn my chances, and take your opportunities at my whim, because I’m that good at what I do. So it doesn’t matter if your name is Charity, or Charity, or Astrid, orCrystalorKateorPandoraorGabrielaorANYONEELSEINTHEMATCH!
She takes a moment to collect herself after the rambling.
You’re in my way to claiming what’s mine. You are all the obstacles that I must overcome to be reunited with my one true love, the one lasting memory I have of this business.
HEY!
I couldn’t help myself. She smiled and waved at me.
Other than my delicious hubby that is.
That’s better…
I want that championship. I covet it like no other in this company or any other…
...and I want it BACK!
She walks closer to the camera, only her face is to be seen...not that I’m complaining.
Unfortunately for the rest of you in this funny little battle royal...you’re all a bunch of pins. You’re interchangeable, and forgettable. You’re lined up one after another, and you’re looking at the bowling ball coming down the lane, looking to knock you all right out of my way. When all is said and done ladies, well…
She skips around, twirling with her arms out wide, stopping only to summersault toward me, popping up…
STRIKE!
She grabs hold of the camera, taking it from me.
Don’t worry precious...you’ll be around Mommy’s waist, right where you belong, very...very soon.
She pulls the lens of the camera in and kisses it before the feed cuts.
Well howdy there pardner.