Post by Serenity Holmes on Feb 11, 2024 22:00:02 GMT
I'm done. I wouldn't say I like this. I've been an alcoholic, a brat, and a second-generation letdown. Metamorphosis was supposed to be my one chance to be better than I am, but in the end, I threw it all away. You know what? I'm done crying and being a brat. I'm going to be a bitch.
RAGE.
Slam!
Considering Serenity's strength from the adrenaline rush at Metamorphosis, the door nearly blew off the hinges. The hallways have been cleared from her warpath, especially since submitting to Shea O'Hara. Shea was kind and respectful, but the emotional overwhelm the young girl was experiencing made her irrational. However, Serenity was alone in the women's locker room after nearly forcing everyone out and locking the door to give her mind some peace. With her string of losses and underwhelming performances, the anger built within her has been justified. However, what made her tick was her father's words eating away at her. She returned home to clear her head, but it only plagued it with more doubts and questions.
Serenity fell to her knees on the rugged carpet and looked at the palms of her hands. It was covered in sweat and blonde, but her palms collected into fists as she punched down on the floor. Her teeth gritted against and churned against each other, her eyes narrowed, and her fists balled to the point her knuckles were almost white. She leaned forward on her hands and knees, trying her best not to reach a critical moment in exploding, but the boiling point was nearly reached. Serenity closed her eyes and focused. She had to breathe.
But why?
People said she would be better off dead. However, she knew she had to keep going, but doing things right needed to be fixed. As she looked up at the television monitor, the world women's championship was on the line, and she stood up, watching the two competitors battle it out. Serenity immediately picked up a steel chair and launched it into the television screen, causing it to shatter into complete pieces. Sparks flew, and smoke rose, but Serenity stood there watching the destruction before her without a single care in the world.
Several personnel members barged into the room, and Serenity stormed out, leaving them confused. She limped down the hallway, still suffering the pain from the submission hold, and others were warned to stay out of her. A white towel wrapped around her neck for comfort, but in her hazel eyes, she wanted vengeance, not bloodthirsty. Serenity couldn't fathom being at the bottom, but that was where she was. She hated it. Seeing everyone's face laughing at her would only make her go insane. Coming to a halt, she leaned against an equipment box.
The pain in her leg was bearable, but her pride was stricken from any hopes of recovery. Serenity sighed and rested her head on the structure, trying her best not to cry again. She was done crying for everyone and herself.
INEVITABLE.
Slow claps. The audible echoes of a slow clap were sourced by Serenity Holmes sitting on a chair in an empty white room, but the only black blot in the art was her short black dress and her heels kicking after crossing her legs.
Hello Natasha. I bet you're feeling great now that you're on the verge of a three-match winning streak. After all, you trounced Dawn Warren and took care of an enhancement talent to get yourself started in the company. I bet your confidence has skyrocketed, but what happens when you face a roadblock in your path of momentum? Nothing tells me you have the will to be strong after that.
I know I've been failing here in IWF. From Metamorphosis, I've been replaying what went wrong, and the more I do, the more I lose my mind. The more anger I feel, the better I become. I've been sitting here like a crying duck, wondering what to do next or waiting for someone to give me a hand, but now I realize...
It doesn't matter.
Because this industry will chew you up when you're different from the month's flavor, the industry we're in, Natasha, is cutthroat. One minute, you can be on top of the world, and then the next, you'll be thrown into the wolves. I want you to understand the lesson you will learn on this upcoming Sacrifice. God, what a great term for a show because that's what you will be, Natasha—a sacrifice on my journey to get back to the top of the mountain where I belong.
I don't care what you have to say. You're a former gymnast, believing that venturing into my world will give you the peace you want in this business, right?
Serenity rolled her eyes and leaned back.
I was there like you. I stepped into the professional wrestling industry for the first time, but unlike you, I became a champion in my third pro match. You? You're going to end up as a sacrificial lamb. I'm hungry. I haven't been this hungry in a long time, so please forgive me if I'm rude. You don't understand what it means to be knocked down from the top by your actions and unable to climb back up.
That feeling gnaws at you.
You can't escape it. It will continue to devour you until you do something. The world is cruel, Natasha, and right now, you're looking through rose-colored glasses. I'm looking through the absolute worst, and when I face you in that ring, I will unleash absolute hell on you. Sadly, you have to be in my way, but you can blame everyone else for cultivating me into this new life I've found.
A life where I don't have to play by the rules or beg for forgiveness. I'm done apologizing and making everyone else look good. I'm the main event, and you're my supporting actor, so get in line, understudy.
TROUBLE.
Nothing could describe the state she was in. Her hotel room was the only place of comfort at the Hilton Inn in Erie, but Serenity laid down on her bed in the middle of the night, looking through the windows to a view of the city at night. Serenity unwrapped the bedsheets from around her and got up from the bed to stand before the view. She leaned against the railing on the balcony, wearing her white robes, allowing the night winds to blow her hair. It was refreshing to take a moment to view what many people couldn't. She loved to travel and see such artificial creations that helped ease her mind into deep thought. However, the deep thoughts were her figuring out the next career step, specifically in IWF. Too long has she been at the bottom, but when you're at the bottom, there's nowhere else to go but up.
I was going down.
The elevator descended to the ground level, but Serenity leaned against the wall in a crowd of patient walkers ready to experience the nightlife. Her leather jacket gave extra comfort, especially with a little chilly temperature. As the doors opened, she followed the rest out and left the hotel to walk down the busy streets on the city strip. Of course, she passed by the open bars and clubs egging for young women like her to add to the ratio, but she kept forward on her march without paying any attention.
Honestly, it was for the better. She remembered what had happened the last time she had decided to go into a bar underage. However, she just wanted to make things better.
It wasn't long until she heard a commotion in an alleyway with a woman being pinned against a wall by another man. Serenity looked around until walking down the alleyway, calling out to the man.
"Hey! Do we have a problem?" This caught his attention, but he didn't let go of her.
"Beat it, kid." He shouted back scornfully. Serenity immediately grabbed onto an empty beer bottle and threw it into the man's head, causing it to shatter over him. The man fell to the floor, and Serenity mounted him before punching his face repeatedly. The woman, on the other hand, was screaming for her to stop, but Serenity kept punching him through this unexplained rage rising out of her. What made her stop was the sound of police sirens, which made the young girl break into a run just before the police arrived.
Serenity sprinted as fast as she could. She'd managed to lose the cop's trail and stop near a gas station a few blocks away from the strip. At that moment, Serenity had waved down for a cab and got inside one to head back to the hotel, but she was proud of herself. The feeling of hurting someone without consequences was somewhat addicting.
Maybe she thought being a wrong person wasn't so bad if it meant getting her point across.
After all, nobody would care.
BLOODTHIRSTY.
Natasha Walker. I bet you're happy. You get to face Serenity Holmes on the decline. I don't give a damn how you feel. You're nothing more than a snot-rosed green professional wrestler who can jump high without being asked. On the other hand, you're facing a 20-year-old woman who has been in this business for only two years and has accomplished so much, but I've forgotten that feeling of hunger. You first jump into this open sea of pure opportunity and then swim around picking up pieces for your collection, but no one pays attention to the hungry predators lurking under the sea bed.
And that's where you fall, Natasha.
Nothing more than prey.
Prey I will use to feast on to remind myself just how I was when I was in your position. With all the excitement, hunger, and determination to make an impact, what separates the predator from the prey is how bloodthirsty you are. How willing are you to pull the trigger and watch everything you've ever loved crumble in front of you as a sacrifice to become the best this business has seen?
You're going to learn how cruel I can be. No, you're going to understand just how sickening this industry is and how the fans will rally to watch me take your head off as your blood paints the canvas. Natasha, I hope you made peace with your demons and prayed to your family. I want them to watch you do all the theatrical flips and tricks, but when I have you in my arms, I will twist your body in ways you've never thought of.
Serenity stood up from the chair and walked closer to a see-through glass to place her hand on it. She smiled for a moment, then sighed.
So Natasha. Are you ready to see what this world truly is? Ready to take off your flowers and come to grips with reality? Are you prepared to stop smiling once you meet someone who will break you in half?
I'm sorry I have to be the, I'm not sorry. I'm glad I'm the one to make you suffer. I want to hear you scream, and I want to see you cry so you can feel what I feel in IWF. You can understand the pain I go through every day and how I have to hold onto my pillow to feel comfortable sleeping again, pretending I'm not alone in the darkness.
But we won't be alone on Sacrifice. You'll be there right with me every step of the way as we dance together, but I'll be standing when the dust settles.
Natasha, welcome to the IWF, where dreamers like us wake up.
Well howdy there pardner.