Post by Alexis Caffrey on Nov 19, 2013 1:44:02 GMT
“Do you ever get the feeling that you were just meant to do something? Something so extraordinary that you’ll love the feeling you get from doing that one thing no matter how many times you do it?”
The scene opens and we see a shot of me, Alexis Caffrey. It’s night time wherever I am, location soon to be divulged. My hood was up over my black hair which would otherwise be whipping all around in a wild and crazy fashion. I was in a black hoodie with a skull on the front and I wore a pair of jeans that clung to my body like a second skin.
“That’s how I feel about professional wrestling. I grew up in the not so perfect conditions. I never got to enjoy the white picket fence or the golden retriever. I didn’t have the brothers and sisters to confide my love in and I damn sure didn’t have the stable parental advisory that many people have gotten over their growing years.”
The scene widens as I stick my hands in the front pocket of the hoodie. It shows me standing in front of some flee bag motel in a not so nice neighborhood. I turned and looked over the desolate building before turning back to the camera, only glancing over my shoulder.
“Do you know what I had?”
Taking in a deep breath I turned my back to the run down ruins of what was once a reputable motel building and looked into the camera as it looked back at my focused brown eyes.
“I had the moving from place to place almost on a three month basis, you know, when my mother couldn’t afford the hotel room anymore. When I say afford, I don’t mean with money either. By afford, I mean that she couldn’t lower herself anymore to sleep with the sleazy, grease ball, low-life motel manager. It’s the sacrifice she made to keep a roof over our heads; a sacrifice I forgive her for in every sense of the word. She did what was necessary to keep us alive and I love her dearly for it no matter how the world looked upon her and ridiculed her in her efforts. She garnered a raunchy reputation in certain parts of the country but it didn’t stop her from adapting and surviving.”
I took my arms from my pocket and stretched them out wide to show off the building behind me.
“This was home…for a month or so.”
Fighting the vicious, howling wind, I walked over to a car in the parking lot, a beat down piece of crap car, to be honest, and extended my arm toward it.
“Some months, this was home.”
I turned and headed back to part of the building that blocked the wind. As I escaped the crisp daggers of cold air, I turned to the camera and removed the hood revealing my jet-black hair. I walked up a couple steps and had a seat, again putting my hands in my front pocket.
“As I have grown, I did what was necessary to get to my goals and accomplish them. I scratched and clawed my way forward until I got exactly what I wanted. I went to school, paid for by the government programs that allowed poor kids to go to the crappiest of schools. I survived on the food bought by food stamps, and the generous handouts of others. I did what I had to do to get ahead.”
Lowering my head for a moment, I thought of my next course of action and I went along with it.
“Later on, I showed the world that I could rise up from poverty and make something of myself. I worked my ass off in school and I got a scholarship that allowed me to become the public relations representative for professional athletes. I went from the cardboard boxes and tin trashcans of the streets to standing side by side with multi-million dollar athletes, and I was damn proud of that.”
As I thought about the accomplishment a smirk came over my face as I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as my head literally dropped down and my eyes closed as I remembered a few key moments. I picked my head back up, staring directly into the camera, and I let them see that cute little smirk again.
“I couldn’t help but feel though that there was something more. I couldn’t help but think that I had a better, greater purpose in life then covering up the miscues of some dumb jock that couldn’t keep his penis in his pants, or couldn’t withhold from drinking and driving. I wanted to entertain. I didn’t want to help others correct their flaws, I wanted to rise above mine.
At the age of twelve I was flipping through the channels on a Saturday Morning and rather than watch cartoons like a normal kid, I saw Saturday Morning Wrestling, and since that day I was hooked. Since the day I turned the channel on that beat up old TV with rabbit ears in a motel in Jersey, I wanted to do what I saw those people doing. I wanted to be the athlete that they portrayed.
After a few years of representing the idiot athletes I did, I wanted to do what they were doing…but better. The problem that hit me though was a way in. I didn’t have it, and I didn’t know how to get it. Then it happened.”
Getting up from the steps I flipped my hood back over my head and started walking down the walkway back into the wind.
“A man who many in the wrestling world know as Charlie Velez helped change my life. He gave me the contact information for one Mike Laszlo and the rest as they say was history. Mike was my in and as it turned out, is also the love of my life.
I’ve been training for about a year now and after some recent actions portrayed upon me by the likes of Cable Arcane and now Amber Richards, I feel as if it is time for me to break out of my shell. The world knows I’m feisty…ask Cable’s face. What the world doesn’t know is that I’m a little crazy too. I don’t care who it is across from me, you can bet that I’m going to put everything out there and do what I’ve always done in my life, survive.”
As I get back to the parking lot I walk up to a black Corvette parked at the end and stop at the passenger’s door.
“So I’m going to put it out there right now…IWF, look out. You’ll never know where I’m coming from. You’ll never know when I’m coming. You won’t…but I will.”
With those ominous words to the Diamond’s Division I simply get in the car and it pulls away as the scene fades to the sounds of squealing tires and howling wind.
The scene opens and we see a shot of me, Alexis Caffrey. It’s night time wherever I am, location soon to be divulged. My hood was up over my black hair which would otherwise be whipping all around in a wild and crazy fashion. I was in a black hoodie with a skull on the front and I wore a pair of jeans that clung to my body like a second skin.
“That’s how I feel about professional wrestling. I grew up in the not so perfect conditions. I never got to enjoy the white picket fence or the golden retriever. I didn’t have the brothers and sisters to confide my love in and I damn sure didn’t have the stable parental advisory that many people have gotten over their growing years.”
The scene widens as I stick my hands in the front pocket of the hoodie. It shows me standing in front of some flee bag motel in a not so nice neighborhood. I turned and looked over the desolate building before turning back to the camera, only glancing over my shoulder.
“Do you know what I had?”
Taking in a deep breath I turned my back to the run down ruins of what was once a reputable motel building and looked into the camera as it looked back at my focused brown eyes.
“I had the moving from place to place almost on a three month basis, you know, when my mother couldn’t afford the hotel room anymore. When I say afford, I don’t mean with money either. By afford, I mean that she couldn’t lower herself anymore to sleep with the sleazy, grease ball, low-life motel manager. It’s the sacrifice she made to keep a roof over our heads; a sacrifice I forgive her for in every sense of the word. She did what was necessary to keep us alive and I love her dearly for it no matter how the world looked upon her and ridiculed her in her efforts. She garnered a raunchy reputation in certain parts of the country but it didn’t stop her from adapting and surviving.”
I took my arms from my pocket and stretched them out wide to show off the building behind me.
“This was home…for a month or so.”
Fighting the vicious, howling wind, I walked over to a car in the parking lot, a beat down piece of crap car, to be honest, and extended my arm toward it.
“Some months, this was home.”
I turned and headed back to part of the building that blocked the wind. As I escaped the crisp daggers of cold air, I turned to the camera and removed the hood revealing my jet-black hair. I walked up a couple steps and had a seat, again putting my hands in my front pocket.
“As I have grown, I did what was necessary to get to my goals and accomplish them. I scratched and clawed my way forward until I got exactly what I wanted. I went to school, paid for by the government programs that allowed poor kids to go to the crappiest of schools. I survived on the food bought by food stamps, and the generous handouts of others. I did what I had to do to get ahead.”
Lowering my head for a moment, I thought of my next course of action and I went along with it.
“Later on, I showed the world that I could rise up from poverty and make something of myself. I worked my ass off in school and I got a scholarship that allowed me to become the public relations representative for professional athletes. I went from the cardboard boxes and tin trashcans of the streets to standing side by side with multi-million dollar athletes, and I was damn proud of that.”
As I thought about the accomplishment a smirk came over my face as I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as my head literally dropped down and my eyes closed as I remembered a few key moments. I picked my head back up, staring directly into the camera, and I let them see that cute little smirk again.
“I couldn’t help but feel though that there was something more. I couldn’t help but think that I had a better, greater purpose in life then covering up the miscues of some dumb jock that couldn’t keep his penis in his pants, or couldn’t withhold from drinking and driving. I wanted to entertain. I didn’t want to help others correct their flaws, I wanted to rise above mine.
At the age of twelve I was flipping through the channels on a Saturday Morning and rather than watch cartoons like a normal kid, I saw Saturday Morning Wrestling, and since that day I was hooked. Since the day I turned the channel on that beat up old TV with rabbit ears in a motel in Jersey, I wanted to do what I saw those people doing. I wanted to be the athlete that they portrayed.
After a few years of representing the idiot athletes I did, I wanted to do what they were doing…but better. The problem that hit me though was a way in. I didn’t have it, and I didn’t know how to get it. Then it happened.”
Getting up from the steps I flipped my hood back over my head and started walking down the walkway back into the wind.
“A man who many in the wrestling world know as Charlie Velez helped change my life. He gave me the contact information for one Mike Laszlo and the rest as they say was history. Mike was my in and as it turned out, is also the love of my life.
I’ve been training for about a year now and after some recent actions portrayed upon me by the likes of Cable Arcane and now Amber Richards, I feel as if it is time for me to break out of my shell. The world knows I’m feisty…ask Cable’s face. What the world doesn’t know is that I’m a little crazy too. I don’t care who it is across from me, you can bet that I’m going to put everything out there and do what I’ve always done in my life, survive.”
As I get back to the parking lot I walk up to a black Corvette parked at the end and stop at the passenger’s door.
“So I’m going to put it out there right now…IWF, look out. You’ll never know where I’m coming from. You’ll never know when I’m coming. You won’t…but I will.”
With those ominous words to the Diamond’s Division I simply get in the car and it pulls away as the scene fades to the sounds of squealing tires and howling wind.