Post by Alexis Caffrey on Dec 29, 2013 17:33:00 GMT
She didn’t things would be this difficult. I told her they would be. I told her the life of a professional wrestler had its up and down moments. It wasn’t all peaches and roses and whatever other happy go lucky thing you want to mention…i.e. unicorns and rainbows. She didn’t want to hear it. She thought that she was good enough to overcome it all and start on a high note. Now that that hasn’t happened, what’s next? Where does my lovely little firecracker go from here? Which way can I lead her? How do I go about doing so without pissing her off during Christmas time? Oh geez, this should be fun as we pick up this love story from the exit of a hospital in the same city as Sacrifice this past Monday.
That asshole Killian Creed tried to hurt me and when she got involved he had no second thought but to elbow her, a woman, directly in the face. Luckily for him, she only caught a black eye as was mentioned on the IWF report a few days later. Unluckily for him is the fact that he didn’t finish the job.
Real big man there Killian. You'll get yours in time, trust me. I don't know how...but you will. As far as Sunday goes, I'll be in pain, but as far as the black eye? That's what they make make-up for. I'll be there. Hell have no fury like a pissed off twig!
As she said those words, the IWF cameras walked away and she pressed against the side of her gorgeous head, still feeling the effects of the vicious elbow. I was these and I offered consolation.
Are you okay? Aspirin?
No, I’ll be fine.
She was a warrior. I could see her wincing, but she didn’t want to admit she was hurt. She looked up at the camera guys starting to pack their gear.
Who said we were done?
They looked up confused before unpacking what they had packed and setting up again.
Yes I had my head nearly concaved by Killian Creed last Monday on Sacrifice, and yes I’m not feeling too great right now. Don’t think for one solitary second though that that means I won’t be at Diamonds are Forever Sunday night. I wouldn’t miss my pay-per-view debuted for anything in this entire world.
So let’s look at the match through my blurred vision shall we? In one corner, there’s of course me. Things haven’t gone as planned. Did I expect to come in here and just run over the competition? No, I’m not an idiot. I don’t have these fake illusions of grandeur. I know that like all who came before me, I would have to work to succeed. It’s what I’ve done all of my life, why stop now?
Good, she knew that already. That’s one item off the list that I have to worry about. Now, what to get her for Christmas? Hmmm.
I’m not some naïve bubble-head, teenage girl who walks in and says “O-M-Geee” at everything because it is my innate ability to speak proper English. It’s actually quite the opposite. It gets in people’s heads because they hate that stereotypical “Valley Girl”.
That’s not who I am girls.
It’s not who I ever was, and it sure as hell won’t be who I ever become because I am better than that.
I said girls and not women, because as I look on this roster, and I listen to the words of all the other women in it, I can’t help but laugh. All you hear is I’m better than you because blah blah blah. Or you hear some psychotic rattling from Alice Pleasant or Eternity. It makes me laugh because this division sounds nothing more than a sick cross between a high school cafeteria and a lunatic asylum.
It really does. You girls think that the guys are over here with a dick swinging contest, you guys are freaking crazy, some in the more literal sense of the word.
I look at this division and I laugh that some of you are trying your hardest to have it taken seriously. I mean come on now. How could anyone in their right mind look at this division and take it seriously the way it’s being fought over by two power hungry children?
That’s where I differ from a lot of you.
I didn’t come here to take sides in this stupid little war of words and struggle over power. I didn’t come here to play crazy or dress up in cute little costumes to amuse people. I came here to this division to show off my wrestling skills. I came to prove to the world that I was more than the pretty little face behind the wrestler. I came to prove once more to this estranged world that the little girl who grew up with some of the worst conditions imaginable could super cede all of that and become one of the most known names in the wrestling business today.
She really does. You should see her work ethic. It’s second to none, even some of the guys on the roster won’t go to the lengths that she does.
I will get on the winning path sooner rather than later, and if I have it my way, it’ll start with my Pay Per View debut.
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“Christmas Past”
After that point in time that we left my father, things were a lot different. Holidays weren’t the same, that particular Christmas in general. My mother’s choice to go with my father was not a popular decision within her side of the family, so much so that they pretty much wanted nothing to do with her. They saw me once and I honestly don’t have a single memory of any of my aunts, uncles, or even my grandparents. I remember them all from my father’s side and still talk to them to this day, despite the fact that I had not spoken to my father since the night we left.
Before we left, holidays were still great. He may have abused my mother but daddy loved me. He would buy me all kinds of presents and shove them under the tree, and he would make the fancy meal, and there were even a few where he and mom wouldn’t fight at all, and things would be the definition of, dare I say it, normal.
The pressure was too much for my mother. She would rather whore herself out for a place to live than live with the violent abuse of my father. That Christmas, it was the darkest of my life.
Mommy, where are all the presents?
She looked down at me with her loving eyes as she pulled her last knee high leather boot over her foot. She was going out, I could tell. I had become accustom to the get up. She would look slutty with the shortest of skirts that could double as a single loop scarf, and tops that were so see through that you could see a bruise on her chest from the last time my father laid a hand on her, still healing. She kissed me on the forehead before heading to the door with her purse, her face caked in makeup.
I’ll bring you something home tonight baby, promise.
I didn’t know it at the time, but we had absolutely no money. We could barely buy groceries let alone be able to afford a present for me for Christmas. I held out hope as I locked the door behind her and jumped into bed with my favorite little bear. I held him tight as I watched the fuzzy television in the hotel room, quickly drifting to sleep, wondering what she would bring me.
It was in the middle of the night, similar as to when she woke me to take me out of my father’s house. This time though, it wasn’t so frantic. This time it was a peaceful shake of my shoulder. Slowly I began to stir, opening my eyes at first to a blurry, soon made clear vision of my mother sitting next to me with a half-smile on her face.
Baby, wake up.
M-m-m-mom?
Yeah sweetie. I got something I want to show you.
Slowly I sat up in bed, still clutching at my bear as I looked from side to side and saw a box wrapped in red shiny paper. My eyes lit up, as much as a little girls could.
For me?
She nodded in approval as I scurried out of the bed and ran over to it, ripping and tearing at the paper to see a plain white box. I opened it and inside found a little red dress. I pulled it out and looked up at mom with a sad look on my face.
Clothes?
There’s a little more. Keep going.
I could tell after her facial expression changed that she was sad at my reaction. That would become the norm, getting clothes on birthdays and at Christmas, because that seemed to be what mom saved up for, and the only time we could afford it.
As I dug farther through the paper in the box I pulled out a few toys and what not and she could tell that I wasn’t overly impressed with the haul. After all, last year I had all kinds of presents, so it was to be a little expected. She reached down and picked me up, the smell of her perfume causing me to sneeze, which in turn made her laugh. She carried me back to the bed and had a seat. She tucked me back in under the covers and handed me my bear, which I pulled under with me.
I’m sorry sweetheart.
For what Mommy?
I know you were expecting more. I just can’t afford it. Things will get better though. I promise. Once I figure out what’s going on, I will make it all better. Do you believe me?
I nodded, putting all of my trust in my mother as a child should. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead again.
Go ahead back to bed baby.
I love you Mommy.
I love you too baby girl. More than anything in the entire world.
This time, she waited for me to go to sleep before leaving. The scene fades on me, fast asleep with my teddy bear trapped in a hug.
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“Christmas Present”
Every time I think about Christmas, I think back to that first one without my father. I think back as to how hard my mother tried to make things better. She tried to give me everything. That’s why, when I do have kids of my own, I plan on showing them that same caring. I want to give them everything I can. I want to have this.
She spread her arms out for the camera to see. Yes, I let the cameras in my house for Christmas Morning. I know, I’m such a nice guy.
They may not be the kids that came from me, but I still consider them family. Mike’s sister-in-law from his late wife, and his child by her were tearing open presents as I sit here next to him on the couch. My mother is here too thanks to him.
I’m a sucker for family, what can I say? Thanks for the kiss babe.
Christmas was a hard time for me, but this one maybe the best. I get gifts, the kids get gifts, and above all, I have this.
She walked to her mother who sat quietly on my recliner with a smile on her face that turned to a look of shock when Alexis handed her a small box. She opened it and pulled out a set of keys.
What’s this?
Go look outside mom.
She did so and sitting in my driveway was a brand new red KIA Soul with a giant green ribbon on top. The smile on Alexis’ face was enough to make me grin as she kisses me. Her mother headed out to the car with her jacket on as we all followed and hit the button to unlock it. Tears were streaming down her face as she sat inside.
Oh bless you. Bless you both.
If you hit that button right there, the car will give you a set of directions. We’ll follow you in our car. There’s one more surprise.
Oh no, you’ve done too much.
Nope, there’s another key on that ring.
Alexis smiled as her mother looked on in shock. The scene fades as we all get in cars and drive off to the present that keeps on giving, something that headstrong woman has wanted for a long, long time. You’ll find out later. Go bug someone else for Christmas.
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All the awesomeness aside, it’s time to get down to business. Tonight at Diamonds are Forever, I take on Crystal Hilton and Tifa Heafy. A wrestling veteran and a girl who happened to be lucky enough to team with Brad Kane in the main event of the first ever Sacrifice. Both are capable as have been my past opponents. Both have desire, and passion, but none have more so than me.
I don’t care about the experience factor as it has been negated many times in the past. I don’t care about the age factor as it too has no effect on the outcome of this match.
We see her arriving at the arena for the event, me by her side to show her moral support. We stop and look up at the arena over the parking garage entrance and she points up at the arena.
I don’t walk into this match, this arena, naïve and ignorant. I don’t walk in with expectations of blowing through this match without a scratch; with no bumps and no bruises. I expect to go through war with these two other women and put on a show like I have in my other matches.
Grabbing her bag, me rolling the rest behind the shot, she walks confidently into the tunnel leading to the corridors of the arena.
Tonight marks a new beginning for me. A new shot at that elusive victory. I want it, and therefore it shall be mine. See you ladies tonight, good luck to both of you because I guarantee, you will need it.
That asshole Killian Creed tried to hurt me and when she got involved he had no second thought but to elbow her, a woman, directly in the face. Luckily for him, she only caught a black eye as was mentioned on the IWF report a few days later. Unluckily for him is the fact that he didn’t finish the job.
Real big man there Killian. You'll get yours in time, trust me. I don't know how...but you will. As far as Sunday goes, I'll be in pain, but as far as the black eye? That's what they make make-up for. I'll be there. Hell have no fury like a pissed off twig!
As she said those words, the IWF cameras walked away and she pressed against the side of her gorgeous head, still feeling the effects of the vicious elbow. I was these and I offered consolation.
Are you okay? Aspirin?
No, I’ll be fine.
She was a warrior. I could see her wincing, but she didn’t want to admit she was hurt. She looked up at the camera guys starting to pack their gear.
Who said we were done?
They looked up confused before unpacking what they had packed and setting up again.
Yes I had my head nearly concaved by Killian Creed last Monday on Sacrifice, and yes I’m not feeling too great right now. Don’t think for one solitary second though that that means I won’t be at Diamonds are Forever Sunday night. I wouldn’t miss my pay-per-view debuted for anything in this entire world.
So let’s look at the match through my blurred vision shall we? In one corner, there’s of course me. Things haven’t gone as planned. Did I expect to come in here and just run over the competition? No, I’m not an idiot. I don’t have these fake illusions of grandeur. I know that like all who came before me, I would have to work to succeed. It’s what I’ve done all of my life, why stop now?
Good, she knew that already. That’s one item off the list that I have to worry about. Now, what to get her for Christmas? Hmmm.
I’m not some naïve bubble-head, teenage girl who walks in and says “O-M-Geee” at everything because it is my innate ability to speak proper English. It’s actually quite the opposite. It gets in people’s heads because they hate that stereotypical “Valley Girl”.
That’s not who I am girls.
It’s not who I ever was, and it sure as hell won’t be who I ever become because I am better than that.
I said girls and not women, because as I look on this roster, and I listen to the words of all the other women in it, I can’t help but laugh. All you hear is I’m better than you because blah blah blah. Or you hear some psychotic rattling from Alice Pleasant or Eternity. It makes me laugh because this division sounds nothing more than a sick cross between a high school cafeteria and a lunatic asylum.
It really does. You girls think that the guys are over here with a dick swinging contest, you guys are freaking crazy, some in the more literal sense of the word.
I look at this division and I laugh that some of you are trying your hardest to have it taken seriously. I mean come on now. How could anyone in their right mind look at this division and take it seriously the way it’s being fought over by two power hungry children?
That’s where I differ from a lot of you.
I didn’t come here to take sides in this stupid little war of words and struggle over power. I didn’t come here to play crazy or dress up in cute little costumes to amuse people. I came here to this division to show off my wrestling skills. I came to prove to the world that I was more than the pretty little face behind the wrestler. I came to prove once more to this estranged world that the little girl who grew up with some of the worst conditions imaginable could super cede all of that and become one of the most known names in the wrestling business today.
She really does. You should see her work ethic. It’s second to none, even some of the guys on the roster won’t go to the lengths that she does.
I will get on the winning path sooner rather than later, and if I have it my way, it’ll start with my Pay Per View debut.
====================
“Christmas Past”
After that point in time that we left my father, things were a lot different. Holidays weren’t the same, that particular Christmas in general. My mother’s choice to go with my father was not a popular decision within her side of the family, so much so that they pretty much wanted nothing to do with her. They saw me once and I honestly don’t have a single memory of any of my aunts, uncles, or even my grandparents. I remember them all from my father’s side and still talk to them to this day, despite the fact that I had not spoken to my father since the night we left.
Before we left, holidays were still great. He may have abused my mother but daddy loved me. He would buy me all kinds of presents and shove them under the tree, and he would make the fancy meal, and there were even a few where he and mom wouldn’t fight at all, and things would be the definition of, dare I say it, normal.
The pressure was too much for my mother. She would rather whore herself out for a place to live than live with the violent abuse of my father. That Christmas, it was the darkest of my life.
Mommy, where are all the presents?
She looked down at me with her loving eyes as she pulled her last knee high leather boot over her foot. She was going out, I could tell. I had become accustom to the get up. She would look slutty with the shortest of skirts that could double as a single loop scarf, and tops that were so see through that you could see a bruise on her chest from the last time my father laid a hand on her, still healing. She kissed me on the forehead before heading to the door with her purse, her face caked in makeup.
I’ll bring you something home tonight baby, promise.
I didn’t know it at the time, but we had absolutely no money. We could barely buy groceries let alone be able to afford a present for me for Christmas. I held out hope as I locked the door behind her and jumped into bed with my favorite little bear. I held him tight as I watched the fuzzy television in the hotel room, quickly drifting to sleep, wondering what she would bring me.
It was in the middle of the night, similar as to when she woke me to take me out of my father’s house. This time though, it wasn’t so frantic. This time it was a peaceful shake of my shoulder. Slowly I began to stir, opening my eyes at first to a blurry, soon made clear vision of my mother sitting next to me with a half-smile on her face.
Baby, wake up.
M-m-m-mom?
Yeah sweetie. I got something I want to show you.
Slowly I sat up in bed, still clutching at my bear as I looked from side to side and saw a box wrapped in red shiny paper. My eyes lit up, as much as a little girls could.
For me?
She nodded in approval as I scurried out of the bed and ran over to it, ripping and tearing at the paper to see a plain white box. I opened it and inside found a little red dress. I pulled it out and looked up at mom with a sad look on my face.
Clothes?
There’s a little more. Keep going.
I could tell after her facial expression changed that she was sad at my reaction. That would become the norm, getting clothes on birthdays and at Christmas, because that seemed to be what mom saved up for, and the only time we could afford it.
As I dug farther through the paper in the box I pulled out a few toys and what not and she could tell that I wasn’t overly impressed with the haul. After all, last year I had all kinds of presents, so it was to be a little expected. She reached down and picked me up, the smell of her perfume causing me to sneeze, which in turn made her laugh. She carried me back to the bed and had a seat. She tucked me back in under the covers and handed me my bear, which I pulled under with me.
I’m sorry sweetheart.
For what Mommy?
I know you were expecting more. I just can’t afford it. Things will get better though. I promise. Once I figure out what’s going on, I will make it all better. Do you believe me?
I nodded, putting all of my trust in my mother as a child should. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead again.
Go ahead back to bed baby.
I love you Mommy.
I love you too baby girl. More than anything in the entire world.
This time, she waited for me to go to sleep before leaving. The scene fades on me, fast asleep with my teddy bear trapped in a hug.
====================
“Christmas Present”
Every time I think about Christmas, I think back to that first one without my father. I think back as to how hard my mother tried to make things better. She tried to give me everything. That’s why, when I do have kids of my own, I plan on showing them that same caring. I want to give them everything I can. I want to have this.
She spread her arms out for the camera to see. Yes, I let the cameras in my house for Christmas Morning. I know, I’m such a nice guy.
They may not be the kids that came from me, but I still consider them family. Mike’s sister-in-law from his late wife, and his child by her were tearing open presents as I sit here next to him on the couch. My mother is here too thanks to him.
I’m a sucker for family, what can I say? Thanks for the kiss babe.
Christmas was a hard time for me, but this one maybe the best. I get gifts, the kids get gifts, and above all, I have this.
She walked to her mother who sat quietly on my recliner with a smile on her face that turned to a look of shock when Alexis handed her a small box. She opened it and pulled out a set of keys.
What’s this?
Go look outside mom.
She did so and sitting in my driveway was a brand new red KIA Soul with a giant green ribbon on top. The smile on Alexis’ face was enough to make me grin as she kisses me. Her mother headed out to the car with her jacket on as we all followed and hit the button to unlock it. Tears were streaming down her face as she sat inside.
Oh bless you. Bless you both.
If you hit that button right there, the car will give you a set of directions. We’ll follow you in our car. There’s one more surprise.
Oh no, you’ve done too much.
Nope, there’s another key on that ring.
Alexis smiled as her mother looked on in shock. The scene fades as we all get in cars and drive off to the present that keeps on giving, something that headstrong woman has wanted for a long, long time. You’ll find out later. Go bug someone else for Christmas.
===================
All the awesomeness aside, it’s time to get down to business. Tonight at Diamonds are Forever, I take on Crystal Hilton and Tifa Heafy. A wrestling veteran and a girl who happened to be lucky enough to team with Brad Kane in the main event of the first ever Sacrifice. Both are capable as have been my past opponents. Both have desire, and passion, but none have more so than me.
I don’t care about the experience factor as it has been negated many times in the past. I don’t care about the age factor as it too has no effect on the outcome of this match.
We see her arriving at the arena for the event, me by her side to show her moral support. We stop and look up at the arena over the parking garage entrance and she points up at the arena.
I don’t walk into this match, this arena, naïve and ignorant. I don’t walk in with expectations of blowing through this match without a scratch; with no bumps and no bruises. I expect to go through war with these two other women and put on a show like I have in my other matches.
Grabbing her bag, me rolling the rest behind the shot, she walks confidently into the tunnel leading to the corridors of the arena.
Tonight marks a new beginning for me. A new shot at that elusive victory. I want it, and therefore it shall be mine. See you ladies tonight, good luck to both of you because I guarantee, you will need it.
Well howdy there pardner.