Post by Alexis Caffrey on Aug 27, 2018 4:09:44 GMT
Powers? Vessels? Step aside as you ascend to the heavens?
The scene comes to and Alexis can be heard and is shortly shown laughing uncontrollably. She gasps for air as she tries to let out her next bit of rhetoric, but it’s just all too much and she bursts out laughing again.
Pl..please...hold on...I pr...promise there’s something to this...I just can’t get over the hilarity of the situation.
She tries and tries, and she’s finally able to get to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes. She takes a deep breath, slowly exhaling, collecting her thoughts before beginning down her path.
We’ve had a lot of, how do I say it? Personalities? We’ve had the likes of Eternity who were...I thought...as goofy as they came, but even she had a methodology to the crazy rhymes she would spew week in and week out. We’ve had the so-called badass of the division in Amber Richards, the movie star wannabes and horrible musicians like Crystal Hilton and Kate Steele. We’ve had the mean girl schtick played over and over again, and even Rowan has been possessed a time or two...but this just takes the cake.
She shakes her head.
Dawn...you poor, poor little girl. You lose the man who you’ve come so close to after finding out exactly who he was all along. You lost something you cherished, and quite frankly, I think it’s gotten to you way more than you try to let on subconsciously. It’s allowed you to create this persona, to keep a part of Spike with you, and while that would be all well and good behind the scenes, you portray it in front of the world. You’ve created this delusion in your head that you’re some sort of soldier of God, when all you really are is a heartbroken little girl crying out for attention. And I’m the one they call cra...nevermind.
She puts her hand on her heart.
My cold little black heart truly hurts for you...but I’ll be damned if I’m just going to step aside and let you claim my title, my baby from my arms. I didn’t have her handed to me. I fought and I clawed, and I punched whoever I had to punch in the face to rescue her from the obscure horrors of vacancy, and now you think I’m just going to give her away? You think I’m going to relinquish her like a piece of garbage, just so you can fill fulfilled?
She shakes her head again.
That’s not how things work. I don’t know how they work where you’re from, I don’t know how they work in this whacked out world you’ve manifested for yourself, but in this world…
She points down at the ground beneath her feet.
...in reality...you know, the world the rest of us live in...you’re going to have to earn this championship with every breath you take. You’re going to have to fight tooth and nail like I did to obtain it. Heck, since you’re into this whole heaven and hell crap, you’re gonna have to kill me to take this belt away from me, and little girl...vessel...whatever...I’m telling you now that it doesn’t matter if you have an archangel on your side, God himself, or the devil, you’re not woman enough to kill me, and sadly, for you, that means the world will continue to dive, continue to swirl into that hole of depression you’ve been living in. Your lifeline, your one way out of that pit, erased from existence, and you’ll be left to wallow in your own sorrow.
She puts her hands on her chest.
I’m sorry to have to be the one to bring this up. I’m sorry to have to be the one who kicks you back down that pit when you feel like you’re so close to climbing out. You can see the light, you think it’s your archangel, but it’s really just that daylight you seek so much. You want things to be normal again, but because they’re not, because you still hurt, you put up this facade, this “creature” of heavenly origin, not as the fierce mask of a warrior, but as the shield of a little girl who can’t stop the pain.
She grabs hold of her title and slides it down her arm to her shoulder.
This fairytale you’re pursuing, the one you’re projecting out on the rest of the world, it’s nothing but a fable. This is the real world Dawn, the hero doesn’t always win. In this story, you want to be the one who triumphs over your pain. You want to be the one who ends the sorrow with a moment of success, a moment where you take this pretty little championship from me and hold it high overhead. Unfortunately for you, the clock strikes midnight at Legacy. The bell rings, we fight, I win, the bell rings again. You will lay there, a tear trickling down your cheek when you hear the words, “And STILL” because it’ll hurt that much more that you couldn’t live up to your own lofty expectations. The walls of mirage will come down and you’ll be left with the cold, hard truth.
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They say it’s always harder to keep a championship then it was to win it in the first place...they’re not wrong. Things change. You go from a laser focus, solely on the champion, not another thought in your mind...to being the sole thought on everyone else's’ mind. You now have to have your head on a swivel as an attack can come from all angles, and you need to be able to defend yourself on a moment’s notice. I mean...I didn’t even know who the opponent was going to be until last week.
I was training in the gym in the basement of our home. Fists of fury were hitting the training bag as it swayed back and forth. I had some music playing in the background, but it wasn’t loud enough to stop me from hearing my husband’s feet slamming down, one step after another as he made his way down.
Mike Laszlo: How are things going down here?
Alexis Caffrey: A heck of a lot better now that I know who I’m facing.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, that helps. Knowing strengths and weaknesses and what not.
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, but there’s something else. There’s almost a sense of proudness going into this week.
Mike Laszlo: What do you mean?
Alexis Caffrey: With everything that’s gone on, with Spike and the tributes and just...everything. I’m glad that it’s Dawn in this spot. I’m glad she has something worth fighting for. I mean, I didn’t talk to her too much other than a glancing “hello” or a “see ya” as we all left. I never got down deep with her, but I’m happy that she has something else to focus on.
Mike Laszlo: I see that. It’s good to have other focuses...you know that firsthand.
I nod.
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, if it wasn’t for having wrestling as a distraction, you might have been driven crazy trying to keep me from retracting into my own little world. Then we’d both be screwed.
He rolled his eyes sarcastically letting out a sigh of relief.
Mike Laszlo: There’s nothing on this planet that could drive me that crazy.
I shake my head.
Alexis Caffrey: Whatever. You’re just so good at everything.
Mike Laszlo: Well, it’s about time you take notice.
I reach over and playfully punch him on the shoulder.
Alexis Caffrey: But seriously, it’s good to have the distraction.
Mike Laszlo: It is. However, is she going to let the pressure get to her?
Alexis Caffrey: The pressure of a title match?
Mike Laszlo: That and the pressure of having to live up to a legacy. It happens when second and third generations pop up, it’s a sense of, I don’t know...being? They came before me, I have to be as good as, if not better than them to make it live on. That’s a lot to put on someone’s shoulders, especially while in the grieving process.
Alexis Caffrey: Hmmm...I don’t know. I guess we’ll see how she handles that. All I know is, I have a title to defend, and I’m not going to take it easy on her because of all the circumstances of late.
Mike Laszlo: I don’t expect anything less.
He points upstairs.
Mike Laszlo: I’m almost done with the food, so wrap up?
I nod and go back to punching the bag. Mike heads up the steps, leaving me to myself. I can’t go easy on her. I don’t think she would want that. I know I wouldn’t. She’s coming at me full force, and to beat her, I know I’ll have to be at my best.
I stop the bag from swaying, a smile on my face before I send off a final kick to put an emphasis on the session. I take off the gloves and toss them on the counter nearby before heading upstairs where the scene fades.
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The scene comes back to and Alexis is sitting at a table with the Luchadora Championship in front of her. She has her hands on the folded straps, a firm grip on the championship belt.
Do you see what this is Dawn? Do you know the meaning of it? Do you know how proud I am to be the first of its kind? Just about the only thing I’m not thrilled with is the name, so as long as I hold this belt, we’ll simply refer to me as “la reina” or queen...since I told you all a long time ago, there would be a new one...but I wasn’t ready to step aside just yet, and I continue to prove that every single time I get in that ring.
To be “la reina”, to hold this championship means the world to me...almost as much as my marriage, almost as much as life itself. It’s like a child, I think I’ve done a fair job of portraying that with my little girl here. That said, the old saying remains true...the championship doesn’t make the woman...the woman makes the championship.
She points into the camera.
You said you’re coming for me?
She stands up, leaning over her title, over the table, staring directly into the camera.
I welcome it. I welcome the whole division to come for this championship. The attitude might be different, but Dawn, rest assured, the motive is still the same. Before, when I was Diamonds Champion, forging my way to a Hall of Fame career, I welcome all comers with the attitude of “You can’t beat me.”
Though those words are no less true today, I’ve changed it up a bit to make it sound a little less bitter, a little less condescending, and a little more of a challenge to myself. I welcome all comers for this championship with the attitude of “I’m going to beat you.” I’m going to prove to you that you’re not on my level because I think so highly of myself that I’m above your little heaven and hell game. I’m above being a sacrifice for your mirage of self-pity.
She holds out her arms as she stands up straight.
So come one, come all. The door is left open, the light left on, I welcome you home. I welcome you in, and I’ll show you the hospitality of a championship match until it comes time to relish in your defeat. I will give you the satisfaction of having the opportunity to take this championship from me, only to have that hope and dream dashed by my hand. This little girl…
She picks the title up, cradling it like an infant child.
This precious, precious little girl, will never leave my side as long as there’s a breath in my body.
She looks up from the title.
So Dawn, come Legacy, bring your demons, bring your angels, bring God himself. Bring any little tricks you have, and while you’re at it, bring those two guys and their black car, because you’re going to need backup, you’re going to need an army, you’re going to need supernatural power...and even then...it just won’t be enough for you to live up to the legacy you hope to uphold.
I’ll see you Sunday, where I will once again dash the hopes and dreams of a little girl who thinks she’s so much more.
The scene comes to and Alexis can be heard and is shortly shown laughing uncontrollably. She gasps for air as she tries to let out her next bit of rhetoric, but it’s just all too much and she bursts out laughing again.
Pl..please...hold on...I pr...promise there’s something to this...I just can’t get over the hilarity of the situation.
She tries and tries, and she’s finally able to get to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes. She takes a deep breath, slowly exhaling, collecting her thoughts before beginning down her path.
We’ve had a lot of, how do I say it? Personalities? We’ve had the likes of Eternity who were...I thought...as goofy as they came, but even she had a methodology to the crazy rhymes she would spew week in and week out. We’ve had the so-called badass of the division in Amber Richards, the movie star wannabes and horrible musicians like Crystal Hilton and Kate Steele. We’ve had the mean girl schtick played over and over again, and even Rowan has been possessed a time or two...but this just takes the cake.
She shakes her head.
Dawn...you poor, poor little girl. You lose the man who you’ve come so close to after finding out exactly who he was all along. You lost something you cherished, and quite frankly, I think it’s gotten to you way more than you try to let on subconsciously. It’s allowed you to create this persona, to keep a part of Spike with you, and while that would be all well and good behind the scenes, you portray it in front of the world. You’ve created this delusion in your head that you’re some sort of soldier of God, when all you really are is a heartbroken little girl crying out for attention. And I’m the one they call cra...nevermind.
She puts her hand on her heart.
My cold little black heart truly hurts for you...but I’ll be damned if I’m just going to step aside and let you claim my title, my baby from my arms. I didn’t have her handed to me. I fought and I clawed, and I punched whoever I had to punch in the face to rescue her from the obscure horrors of vacancy, and now you think I’m just going to give her away? You think I’m going to relinquish her like a piece of garbage, just so you can fill fulfilled?
She shakes her head again.
That’s not how things work. I don’t know how they work where you’re from, I don’t know how they work in this whacked out world you’ve manifested for yourself, but in this world…
She points down at the ground beneath her feet.
...in reality...you know, the world the rest of us live in...you’re going to have to earn this championship with every breath you take. You’re going to have to fight tooth and nail like I did to obtain it. Heck, since you’re into this whole heaven and hell crap, you’re gonna have to kill me to take this belt away from me, and little girl...vessel...whatever...I’m telling you now that it doesn’t matter if you have an archangel on your side, God himself, or the devil, you’re not woman enough to kill me, and sadly, for you, that means the world will continue to dive, continue to swirl into that hole of depression you’ve been living in. Your lifeline, your one way out of that pit, erased from existence, and you’ll be left to wallow in your own sorrow.
She puts her hands on her chest.
I’m sorry to have to be the one to bring this up. I’m sorry to have to be the one who kicks you back down that pit when you feel like you’re so close to climbing out. You can see the light, you think it’s your archangel, but it’s really just that daylight you seek so much. You want things to be normal again, but because they’re not, because you still hurt, you put up this facade, this “creature” of heavenly origin, not as the fierce mask of a warrior, but as the shield of a little girl who can’t stop the pain.
She grabs hold of her title and slides it down her arm to her shoulder.
This fairytale you’re pursuing, the one you’re projecting out on the rest of the world, it’s nothing but a fable. This is the real world Dawn, the hero doesn’t always win. In this story, you want to be the one who triumphs over your pain. You want to be the one who ends the sorrow with a moment of success, a moment where you take this pretty little championship from me and hold it high overhead. Unfortunately for you, the clock strikes midnight at Legacy. The bell rings, we fight, I win, the bell rings again. You will lay there, a tear trickling down your cheek when you hear the words, “And STILL” because it’ll hurt that much more that you couldn’t live up to your own lofty expectations. The walls of mirage will come down and you’ll be left with the cold, hard truth.
*****************************************
They say it’s always harder to keep a championship then it was to win it in the first place...they’re not wrong. Things change. You go from a laser focus, solely on the champion, not another thought in your mind...to being the sole thought on everyone else's’ mind. You now have to have your head on a swivel as an attack can come from all angles, and you need to be able to defend yourself on a moment’s notice. I mean...I didn’t even know who the opponent was going to be until last week.
I was training in the gym in the basement of our home. Fists of fury were hitting the training bag as it swayed back and forth. I had some music playing in the background, but it wasn’t loud enough to stop me from hearing my husband’s feet slamming down, one step after another as he made his way down.
Mike Laszlo: How are things going down here?
Alexis Caffrey: A heck of a lot better now that I know who I’m facing.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, that helps. Knowing strengths and weaknesses and what not.
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, but there’s something else. There’s almost a sense of proudness going into this week.
Mike Laszlo: What do you mean?
Alexis Caffrey: With everything that’s gone on, with Spike and the tributes and just...everything. I’m glad that it’s Dawn in this spot. I’m glad she has something worth fighting for. I mean, I didn’t talk to her too much other than a glancing “hello” or a “see ya” as we all left. I never got down deep with her, but I’m happy that she has something else to focus on.
Mike Laszlo: I see that. It’s good to have other focuses...you know that firsthand.
I nod.
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, if it wasn’t for having wrestling as a distraction, you might have been driven crazy trying to keep me from retracting into my own little world. Then we’d both be screwed.
He rolled his eyes sarcastically letting out a sigh of relief.
Mike Laszlo: There’s nothing on this planet that could drive me that crazy.
I shake my head.
Alexis Caffrey: Whatever. You’re just so good at everything.
Mike Laszlo: Well, it’s about time you take notice.
I reach over and playfully punch him on the shoulder.
Alexis Caffrey: But seriously, it’s good to have the distraction.
Mike Laszlo: It is. However, is she going to let the pressure get to her?
Alexis Caffrey: The pressure of a title match?
Mike Laszlo: That and the pressure of having to live up to a legacy. It happens when second and third generations pop up, it’s a sense of, I don’t know...being? They came before me, I have to be as good as, if not better than them to make it live on. That’s a lot to put on someone’s shoulders, especially while in the grieving process.
Alexis Caffrey: Hmmm...I don’t know. I guess we’ll see how she handles that. All I know is, I have a title to defend, and I’m not going to take it easy on her because of all the circumstances of late.
Mike Laszlo: I don’t expect anything less.
He points upstairs.
Mike Laszlo: I’m almost done with the food, so wrap up?
I nod and go back to punching the bag. Mike heads up the steps, leaving me to myself. I can’t go easy on her. I don’t think she would want that. I know I wouldn’t. She’s coming at me full force, and to beat her, I know I’ll have to be at my best.
I stop the bag from swaying, a smile on my face before I send off a final kick to put an emphasis on the session. I take off the gloves and toss them on the counter nearby before heading upstairs where the scene fades.
*****************************************
The scene comes back to and Alexis is sitting at a table with the Luchadora Championship in front of her. She has her hands on the folded straps, a firm grip on the championship belt.
Do you see what this is Dawn? Do you know the meaning of it? Do you know how proud I am to be the first of its kind? Just about the only thing I’m not thrilled with is the name, so as long as I hold this belt, we’ll simply refer to me as “la reina” or queen...since I told you all a long time ago, there would be a new one...but I wasn’t ready to step aside just yet, and I continue to prove that every single time I get in that ring.
To be “la reina”, to hold this championship means the world to me...almost as much as my marriage, almost as much as life itself. It’s like a child, I think I’ve done a fair job of portraying that with my little girl here. That said, the old saying remains true...the championship doesn’t make the woman...the woman makes the championship.
She points into the camera.
You said you’re coming for me?
She stands up, leaning over her title, over the table, staring directly into the camera.
I welcome it. I welcome the whole division to come for this championship. The attitude might be different, but Dawn, rest assured, the motive is still the same. Before, when I was Diamonds Champion, forging my way to a Hall of Fame career, I welcome all comers with the attitude of “You can’t beat me.”
Though those words are no less true today, I’ve changed it up a bit to make it sound a little less bitter, a little less condescending, and a little more of a challenge to myself. I welcome all comers for this championship with the attitude of “I’m going to beat you.” I’m going to prove to you that you’re not on my level because I think so highly of myself that I’m above your little heaven and hell game. I’m above being a sacrifice for your mirage of self-pity.
She holds out her arms as she stands up straight.
So come one, come all. The door is left open, the light left on, I welcome you home. I welcome you in, and I’ll show you the hospitality of a championship match until it comes time to relish in your defeat. I will give you the satisfaction of having the opportunity to take this championship from me, only to have that hope and dream dashed by my hand. This little girl…
She picks the title up, cradling it like an infant child.
This precious, precious little girl, will never leave my side as long as there’s a breath in my body.
She looks up from the title.
So Dawn, come Legacy, bring your demons, bring your angels, bring God himself. Bring any little tricks you have, and while you’re at it, bring those two guys and their black car, because you’re going to need backup, you’re going to need an army, you’re going to need supernatural power...and even then...it just won’t be enough for you to live up to the legacy you hope to uphold.
I’ll see you Sunday, where I will once again dash the hopes and dreams of a little girl who thinks she’s so much more.
Well howdy there pardner.