Post by Serenity Holmes on Mar 18, 2024 3:32:48 GMT
Another journal entry documenting the day-to-day activities of my life for another professional asshole to read and diagnose what else is wrong with me. You know what I can't understand? People quickly judge and say what they are without even doing the work. I've busted my ass more than anyone recently, yet I'm being dismissed. I told you. No more of being a nice girl. It's time I put the rules in my writing. The Iron Maiden is my chance to prove everyone wrong and show why I've always been the future of this industry.
DOCUMENTATION.
The Hilton Hotel of Orlando, Florida, always portrayed a welcoming atmosphere to the international clientele. Still, due to her residence in Boca Raton, Serenity Holmes's local knowledge made the scenery all too familiar. Yes, she had traveled around the world, but being close to a place you call home made it much more significant to win it all, especially when the odds weren't in her favor. Serenity knew deep within herself that she was willing to prove everyone wrong.
However, could she prove herself wrong? After all, she's finding it hard to make the session with her therapist. It's a culmination of the fears, the anxiety, and the guilt of the pain she caused to not only herself but to the people around her. Hell, the relationship between her and her father has been fluctuating, and her resolve to make amends has grown weak.
"Serenity."
Her head snapped upwards out of the temporary slumber she was in. Perhaps sitting in front of a laptop wasn't the best way to retain the information in the virtual session with her therapist, but Serenity shrugged her shoulders and pulled the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands. She crossed her legs on the chair and rested her elbows on the edge of the table, leaning closer to the computer, having had enough of Dr. Hofstater's words.
"I take it you're enjoying our session, Serenity." She rolled her eyes and removed large strands of hair behind her ears. Serenity rested her chin on the cusp of her hand and tried her best to pay attention, but she hated being analyzed by others. It's the reason she had to win the Iron Maiden Battle Royal, but she couldn't help hearing the doctor's voice.
"Listen," she interrupted her therapist scornfully. "As much as I enjoy you telling me what's wrong with me every time, why do I have to follow this schedule? I'm pretty busy now, making it hard even to do this. Can't we take a short break until I get everything else?"
The requests weren't too bad, but Serenity wanted to avoid speaking with her therapist entirely. Unfortunately for her, Dr. Hofstater was a firm woman who was disciplined and motivated to ensure her clients received the full service of her therapy.
"No." Her reply was firm, and Serenity leaned back in the chair, throwing her head upwards and groaning in pain. "Serenity. You continue to refuse to attend our scheduled sessions, and when you do, you refuse to pay attention and follow my instructions. The only times you ever communicate is to criticize me or make rude comments." Her words were poisoned with the truth, but it was undeniable that Serenity had been completely helpless in her childish behavior. However, she was right. Serenity let her legs hang from the chair, and she sat upright, realizing she had been disrespectful to someone who was at least trying to be supportive in her life.
"I'm sorry." Her voice became soft, and she looked at the screen, paying close attention. Dr. Hofstater smiled, and Serenity bit her lip due to how hard it was to suck it up and be accountable on her side. "I've been following at least some of your instructions."
"Really? Which one?"
"Writing down how I feel." She was embarrassed even to say it. She's not a little girl anymore. Why does she have to write her feelings down as if they matter? The world is a cold place. It feeds on people who can't survive and who are weak while celebrating those who would slaughter everyone to stay in power. Serenity tried her best not to cry, but her lip was quivering, and her eyes became watery. She rubbed her eyes, but the therapist maintained keen eye contact, surveying Serenity's reaction.
"Serenity. I understand how difficult it is for you to talk about your feelings. I understand your relationship with your family is troubling you. I'm here to help. I'm not your enemy. Perhaps to ease the tension, you should consider that there are people out there trying to help you grow. Not everything has to be fought." Those words stung. For some unexplained reason, Serenity leaned back in the chair and folded her arms before pressing the spacebar on her laptop to end the call immediately. She slammed the laptop shut and sighed boisterously to throw a temper tantrum somewhat.
That didn't make any sense, so whatever was in her mind. She was a professional wrestler and a professional mixed martial artist. She had to treat everyone as if they were her enemies. The sport she's in doesn't allow Serenity to have friends because they'll stab in you back, as she's experienced repeatedly. She wanted to prove her best, so she loved her scenario.
It only mattered to her and her alone.
However, she did feel guilty about the interaction. Her anger was getting the better of her, but it also helped her become more of a threat in IWF. She allowed her vulnerability and weakness to be exploited, but now she's embracing a more vicious side of hers at the cost of losing respect from the people closest to her.
Maybe that was the price to pay for her sins.
If she continued this ruthless path, she would have to walk it alone. But the price of being the best was worth it.
PROJECTION.
Inside the empty room of what could be a classroom for middle school students, a woman steps through the doors with her heels clicking against the floor, and with a flick of her finger, the light turns off to illuminate the room of empty chairs in rows. Serenity takes a moment to stand before the empty seats, holding a large stick in her hands as she paces back and forth, looking at the chairs. Of course, she's dressed professionally to acquire a more inclusive taste in this environment. Still, Serenity leans back on the edge of the teacher's desk and holds the stick in her hands once she gets situated.
I don't know if you understand when I speak, but everyone has an opinion they want to share. Well, here's what I must say about your views or critiques: I don't care anymore because you all don't validate me. You don't get to sit in front of me as you are and make opinions about my life when you haven't lived a day in my damn shoes.
I enjoy where I am, and I love my new attitude. I've been stripped of my championships, my mystique, and even my hype for the first time. People are starting to doubt if I still have it. They want to know if I can pull the trigger, which is why winning this battle royale means so damn much, so I can look every single one of you in the face and tell you how pathetic you all were for even asking that question.
I am sure the other girls in this match would love to agree. After all, they've been talking smack on my name for giggles, laughs, and cackles or to pretend they even know what they're talking about regarding Serenity Holmes.
However, when I open my mouth, it's a problem. Well, guess what? This problem will continue to grow cause I'm tired of speaking when no one wants to pay attention. It's time for action, and in this match, the actions of my gain will outshine the rest of you when I eliminate you one by one to show who is truly the best damn woman in this division.
She rested the long-ruling stick over her shoulders and looked around at the empty chairs. Serenity then stood up and walked to the chalkboard before holding a piece of chalk.
So, what is the deal with our women's division? We have multiple women who have crossed paths with me and others who think they know me just by watching from the sidelines. Really? Let's look at the performance center students who are happy to be involved in the match. I remember being in their shoes when I was still at my father's facility, but when I took the opportunity to face a pro at the time, I won. I didn't hold back on anything.
But it's a shame IWF had to let these cannon fodders be in the ring when I'm at my most volatile. I don't care about the future generations after me; I'm living in the present, and it starts with me eliminating the worthless trash they can spew from their academy. As much as I care about giving back to the community, there is a better time and place for it. Speaking of giving back, I bet Charlotte Shimizu has been constantly etching my name in her mouth.
Even though the last time we faced, she managed to defeat me because of her friend, Shea O'Hara, getting involved in our match, it's okay; let her live in that narration and enjoy the delusion because she's been getting on my nerves. Every damn moment she has to open her mouth and pretend she knows what's good for me but wait till I get my hands on her.
As she thought about the rest of her opponents, Serenity's grip on the stick tightened. The structure snapped, causing the stick to break in half. She threw the pieces into the wall and leaned against the desk with her arms folded across her chest.
And speaking of hands, Natasha Walker. I have to give you some credit. You can put up a good fight, but there's more to our relationship than brawling. I don't like nor do I respect you. You are unworthy of being a professional wrestler, so don't pretend this is about respect. Your ego got bruised, and your pride got manhandled when I battered your body all across the venues we've been at. I showed you you're not unique; anyone can look like that when facing me. However, this battle royale is mine, and you no longer need to be in my shadow.
Like what you're doing right, Itami? This is your moment to break out and be seen for once. After all, you love to talk about what you'll do when allowed to shine, but you've had your chances. You've had multiple chances to get that opportunity, but when push comes to shove, I remember being the only woman besides O'Hara who could climb that ladder for the Queen's Gambit. In other words, Itami, when it comes to the big matches, you don't have the will to pull the trigger like I do.
Neither does Abigail, who is suddenly back after a long hiatus. Where has she been? No one freakin' cares! She comes back and thinks the world owes her something. She wants to talk about how I'm ungrateful and how my attitude needs to be different, but the last time I checked, she couldn't even last with me in the ring. There we go, another supposed future hall of fame pretending she has any knowledge to get one up on me.
Serenity rolled her eyes and stared at the fluorescent lights illuminating the room dimly enough to be visible. However, she continued to pace back and forth in front of the classroom, her mind racing on the Iron Maiden future of her career.
It bothers me that I'm surviving on scraps to be in this match. Deep in my heart, I know I can beat these women on any given day. Hence, why don't you have to pretend to miss good two shoes, Caroline over here, who can't even succumb to the simple fact she's out of her league? But who am I to judge, right? The world will watch when I walk into that ring and upstage all my opponents to secure my spot in the Iron Maiden match. Do you know what I've been going through every week, constantly thinking about this opportunity day and night?
It's been eating away at my core, and I'm tired of the feeling pounding against my head. I've been suffering in IWF, and I want it to stop. That's why I have to win this match. That's why I've been desperately hunting around like a wounding predator because I am wounded!
My pride and ego are hurt, and my confidence has been shaken, but this has only strengthened my hunger. I want to be hungry enough to latch onto you all and make sure you feel exactly how I've felt all along. The Iron Maiden Battle Royal is my opportunity to prove to the world that I am still in this fight and not going down until you kill me!
You better make sure my blood leaves my body entirely because until I'm dead, I will not stop until I have what is mine. Serenity Holmes is coming to the Iron Maiden battle royal, and I will secure my spot when I am the last woman standing.
Well howdy there pardner.