Post by Tara Fenix on Nov 3, 2022 17:10:15 GMT
His voice has a certain raspiness to it, as if he has had his fair share of drinks throughout his life, but not out of an addiction; merely because he enjoyed the drink. “Your sister would like to get to know you,” he says with a wry smile, leaning against his elbow atop the table. That smile does fade away, and he nods almost in shame while leaning back. He glances over to his left, his wife: an extraordinarily beautiful woman… the subtle look that he gave told the person sitting across from him that he knew he was lucky to have met her, “We… never meant to give you up.” He says with a certain strain and discomfort in his tone.
Sitting across from him is Tara… She purses her lips together, while her mind is racing through every thought imaginable, but the main question that she wanted to ask was “why”. Why did they give her up? Was she so disposable? She couldn’t have done anything…all she had ever known was her life in the United States.
Tara blinks several times while looking into the eyes of the man sitting across from her… her father. He had the same eyes as her, and she could see the grief and sorrow he felt, the longing that he had to just know her, too, and the wish that he could have been there to watch her grow up. He was fighting back his own tears, remaining strong for his wife, who could not restrain. The tears that she shed for her were different, though; these were not tears for what she had missed, but rather tears of joy for everything that her daughter had accomplished, despite her hardships.
Tara’s own face softens at this moment, and she leans forward to put a hand over her mother’s. Her voice is low, but she smiles… truly smiles at them, before answering, “I would love to have her. But what about the two of you, are you…?” Tara’s voice trails off, but the question lands.
The man licks his lips, and chuckles albeit nervously under his breath, “I…” he shakes his head, “Our place is in Glasgow right now. Ma– your grandma– need us to take care of them, and we just…we can’t leave yet,” he almost sounds defeated, but he does hold his hand out as if to ask her to hold on, “But y-y-you know that you…your brother, and Jennifer are always welcome to come over! You should meet her…if you ever find yourself in the area on your travels…” He says with another nervous nod.
“She needs you,” the mother interjects before Tara can respond.
The father’s lips quiver, as if fumbling over the next words several times in his mind before finally finding the will to project his voice, “Will you let her stay with you?” Were the words he managed.
Tara could hear the true question that he had asked: would Tara protect her? Would Tara teach her? Not just in the way that she had already started training newer students to the sport that she loves. Teach her…everything. Teach her resilience; teach her strength; teach her to strive. Teach her. This was a heavy burden that had been laid on Tara… At the end of the day, it was her choice; it would always be her choice, but despite every concern, she never second guessed it. Her mind was made up before he had ever asked her.
“She is more than welcome to, and she will always have a place with me.”
Tara and her biological parents came to an agreement and Jennifer Aurora Docherty, Jennie Fenix, would make the move from Glasgow, to San Antonio, Texas where Tara’s residence was. The two sisters would continue to build their bond for the time to come, but as Tara would take on the responsibility as the legal guardian, she could not merely be Jennie’s friend, nor her sister; she needed to be her guardian, and her protector.
There was never any doubt in my mind, Jennifer…
When Mom and Dad came to me and asked me to take you in, I was a single mother! I had to take care of my son, your nephew, by myself, but they asked me to take on another task! They asked me to take care of a teenager, and did you know…? Did you know that “no” never crossed my mind?
I wanted you to move in with me, Jennifer.
I wanted to take you under my roof!
I wanted to be there for you!
I wanted you to have everything I never had!
I wanted the best for you!
I wanted to be…
A SISTER!
But you weren’t just my sister, were you?
No…
You were my responsibility.
There was tension as the door flung open; Tara is the first one to enter the Fenix Wrestling Academy, which has since been renamed, but right behind her is Jennifer, and Sabin; Jennifer is holding Sabin’s hand, as if a parent guiding their child across the street, and has her backpack hung on her other shoulder; she adjusts the strap higher up onto her shoulder.
“Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?” Tara asks in a bold tone, clearly frustrated.
“Do we have to do this in front of Sabin?” Jennie asks.
The ever-innocent Sabin looks at his mother with his bright eyes, then at Jennie, who smiles weakly toward him. Tara turns to them and lets out her own heavy sigh while taking slow, and steady steps toward both of them… she crouches down in, and takes her son's hands in her own, “Baby, why don’t you go play a game in my office?”
“Okay,” Sabin answers.
Tara stands back up just as Sabin goes into a sprint toward the office… The next couple of seconds remain tense. Tara cocks her head to the side, letting her gaze pierce Jennie’s soul at this moment. It was that look that every legal guardian or parent would give their child when they had done something wrong: “I’m not mad, just disappointed.” The scampering feet recede from both of them until the door swings shut louder than even the young child had expected.
Jennie shudders the moment she hears the door slam, but puts on a brave face.
“Those boys are not your friends!” Tara begins.
“We were just hanging out!”
“I had no idea where you were–”
“It was just after school!”
“–who you were with–”
“They’re my friends!”
“–what time you were planning on coming home!”
“I had my phone–”
Tara raises her finger to Jennie, calling for her silence, as a plea for her to just listen. Her stern voice follows, “Jennifer Aurora Docherty…”
“You don’t get to use my full name as if you’re–”
“JENNIFER!” Tara shouts. Jennie huffs as she walks further into the warehouse, and jumps onto the ring apron to take a seat; she sets the backpack beside her and crosses her arms in a bit of a fit. Tara is persistent, though, and walks closer to her, “I am just trying to protect you, Jennifer, and believe me when I tell you that I know… I know all too well what was about to happen, and if anything like that happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself, okay? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself! Those were predators.”
Jennie rolls her eyes; she doesn’t want to believe that those people she called friends would succumb to do something as heinous as Tara suggested, but Tara had her own reasons for why she did not trust anyone so easily. But she does let out a light chuckle, “It was kinda funny how scared they all got when you showed up…”
“And anyone who tries to hurt you is going to get that same feeling, okay?” Tara’s tone has calmed; you can still hear the adrenaline that is pumping throughout her body, that same adrenaline that ran throughout her body every time she stepped foot inside the ring. “But I can’t be there every single time…” She uses the rope to pull herself up, and taps Jennie’s shoulder giving her a gesture to follow.
“What?” Jennie asks, but follows Tara when she steps into the ring.
“I can’t be there to protect you every single time… There’s going to be a day that I’m not there…”
“I know.”
“And so…” Tara licks her own lips, and then gets herself into a fighting stance, “I’m going to teach you how to defend yourself.”
Jennie’s own nerves began to get the best of her, and she was second guessing getting in the ring with her sister… There was an aura that surrounded Tara, even at this point: an excellence that followed, a reputation that followed her. The world knew how great Tara was in the ring, and thus, Jennie also understood, but following a gulp, she prepared herself for battle anyway.
I taught you everything I know, Jennifer.
I taught you everything because I needed to know that you would be able to fend for yourself when the day came. And you think that you are going to be able to better me? You think that you are going to be able to defeat me?
I will be one-hundred percent honest with you…
I am not looking forward to doing what I have to do.
I am not looking forward to getting into the ring and beating you within an inch of your life, just to send the message to you that I am the MATRIARCH! There is a reason that people fear my name; there is a reason that people do not want to be in the ring with me… There is a REASON that I am the only person in the past year to pin Shelly Diamond’s shoulders to the mat and earn a pinfall victory over her.
I have earned my reputation.
I have earned my position, and my stance, and now you are wanting to do what…? Squelch everything I did? Stop me from challenging for what is rightfully mine? Heiress to the Throne. The IWF Women’s World Championship. You are wanting to keep those away from me because you just want to show me that you can handle yourself in the ring…
Jennie…
You are in over your head.
I told you that back at FIGHT, and I am going to tell you again.
You are in over your head!
And come Odyssey…
You are not going to beat me.
Sitting across from him is Tara… She purses her lips together, while her mind is racing through every thought imaginable, but the main question that she wanted to ask was “why”. Why did they give her up? Was she so disposable? She couldn’t have done anything…all she had ever known was her life in the United States.
Tara blinks several times while looking into the eyes of the man sitting across from her… her father. He had the same eyes as her, and she could see the grief and sorrow he felt, the longing that he had to just know her, too, and the wish that he could have been there to watch her grow up. He was fighting back his own tears, remaining strong for his wife, who could not restrain. The tears that she shed for her were different, though; these were not tears for what she had missed, but rather tears of joy for everything that her daughter had accomplished, despite her hardships.
Tara’s own face softens at this moment, and she leans forward to put a hand over her mother’s. Her voice is low, but she smiles… truly smiles at them, before answering, “I would love to have her. But what about the two of you, are you…?” Tara’s voice trails off, but the question lands.
The man licks his lips, and chuckles albeit nervously under his breath, “I…” he shakes his head, “Our place is in Glasgow right now. Ma– your grandma– need us to take care of them, and we just…we can’t leave yet,” he almost sounds defeated, but he does hold his hand out as if to ask her to hold on, “But y-y-you know that you…your brother, and Jennifer are always welcome to come over! You should meet her…if you ever find yourself in the area on your travels…” He says with another nervous nod.
“She needs you,” the mother interjects before Tara can respond.
The father’s lips quiver, as if fumbling over the next words several times in his mind before finally finding the will to project his voice, “Will you let her stay with you?” Were the words he managed.
Tara could hear the true question that he had asked: would Tara protect her? Would Tara teach her? Not just in the way that she had already started training newer students to the sport that she loves. Teach her…everything. Teach her resilience; teach her strength; teach her to strive. Teach her. This was a heavy burden that had been laid on Tara… At the end of the day, it was her choice; it would always be her choice, but despite every concern, she never second guessed it. Her mind was made up before he had ever asked her.
“She is more than welcome to, and she will always have a place with me.”
Tara and her biological parents came to an agreement and Jennifer Aurora Docherty, Jennie Fenix, would make the move from Glasgow, to San Antonio, Texas where Tara’s residence was. The two sisters would continue to build their bond for the time to come, but as Tara would take on the responsibility as the legal guardian, she could not merely be Jennie’s friend, nor her sister; she needed to be her guardian, and her protector.
There was never any doubt in my mind, Jennifer…
When Mom and Dad came to me and asked me to take you in, I was a single mother! I had to take care of my son, your nephew, by myself, but they asked me to take on another task! They asked me to take care of a teenager, and did you know…? Did you know that “no” never crossed my mind?
I wanted you to move in with me, Jennifer.
I wanted to take you under my roof!
I wanted to be there for you!
I wanted you to have everything I never had!
I wanted the best for you!
I wanted to be…
A SISTER!
But you weren’t just my sister, were you?
No…
You were my responsibility.
There was tension as the door flung open; Tara is the first one to enter the Fenix Wrestling Academy, which has since been renamed, but right behind her is Jennifer, and Sabin; Jennifer is holding Sabin’s hand, as if a parent guiding their child across the street, and has her backpack hung on her other shoulder; she adjusts the strap higher up onto her shoulder.
“Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?” Tara asks in a bold tone, clearly frustrated.
“Do we have to do this in front of Sabin?” Jennie asks.
The ever-innocent Sabin looks at his mother with his bright eyes, then at Jennie, who smiles weakly toward him. Tara turns to them and lets out her own heavy sigh while taking slow, and steady steps toward both of them… she crouches down in, and takes her son's hands in her own, “Baby, why don’t you go play a game in my office?”
“Okay,” Sabin answers.
Tara stands back up just as Sabin goes into a sprint toward the office… The next couple of seconds remain tense. Tara cocks her head to the side, letting her gaze pierce Jennie’s soul at this moment. It was that look that every legal guardian or parent would give their child when they had done something wrong: “I’m not mad, just disappointed.” The scampering feet recede from both of them until the door swings shut louder than even the young child had expected.
Jennie shudders the moment she hears the door slam, but puts on a brave face.
“Those boys are not your friends!” Tara begins.
“We were just hanging out!”
“I had no idea where you were–”
“It was just after school!”
“–who you were with–”
“They’re my friends!”
“–what time you were planning on coming home!”
“I had my phone–”
Tara raises her finger to Jennie, calling for her silence, as a plea for her to just listen. Her stern voice follows, “Jennifer Aurora Docherty…”
“You don’t get to use my full name as if you’re–”
“JENNIFER!” Tara shouts. Jennie huffs as she walks further into the warehouse, and jumps onto the ring apron to take a seat; she sets the backpack beside her and crosses her arms in a bit of a fit. Tara is persistent, though, and walks closer to her, “I am just trying to protect you, Jennifer, and believe me when I tell you that I know… I know all too well what was about to happen, and if anything like that happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself, okay? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself! Those were predators.”
Jennie rolls her eyes; she doesn’t want to believe that those people she called friends would succumb to do something as heinous as Tara suggested, but Tara had her own reasons for why she did not trust anyone so easily. But she does let out a light chuckle, “It was kinda funny how scared they all got when you showed up…”
“And anyone who tries to hurt you is going to get that same feeling, okay?” Tara’s tone has calmed; you can still hear the adrenaline that is pumping throughout her body, that same adrenaline that ran throughout her body every time she stepped foot inside the ring. “But I can’t be there every single time…” She uses the rope to pull herself up, and taps Jennie’s shoulder giving her a gesture to follow.
“What?” Jennie asks, but follows Tara when she steps into the ring.
“I can’t be there to protect you every single time… There’s going to be a day that I’m not there…”
“I know.”
“And so…” Tara licks her own lips, and then gets herself into a fighting stance, “I’m going to teach you how to defend yourself.”
Jennie’s own nerves began to get the best of her, and she was second guessing getting in the ring with her sister… There was an aura that surrounded Tara, even at this point: an excellence that followed, a reputation that followed her. The world knew how great Tara was in the ring, and thus, Jennie also understood, but following a gulp, she prepared herself for battle anyway.
I taught you everything I know, Jennifer.
I taught you everything because I needed to know that you would be able to fend for yourself when the day came. And you think that you are going to be able to better me? You think that you are going to be able to defeat me?
I will be one-hundred percent honest with you…
I am not looking forward to doing what I have to do.
I am not looking forward to getting into the ring and beating you within an inch of your life, just to send the message to you that I am the MATRIARCH! There is a reason that people fear my name; there is a reason that people do not want to be in the ring with me… There is a REASON that I am the only person in the past year to pin Shelly Diamond’s shoulders to the mat and earn a pinfall victory over her.
I have earned my reputation.
I have earned my position, and my stance, and now you are wanting to do what…? Squelch everything I did? Stop me from challenging for what is rightfully mine? Heiress to the Throne. The IWF Women’s World Championship. You are wanting to keep those away from me because you just want to show me that you can handle yourself in the ring…
Jennie…
You are in over your head.
I told you that back at FIGHT, and I am going to tell you again.
You are in over your head!
And come Odyssey…
You are not going to beat me.
Well howdy there pardner.