Post by Alexis Caffrey on Apr 20, 2014 13:17:31 GMT
Tap. Tap. Tap!
The scene opens on Alexis, sitting in the center of an empty ring in the gym, a perky smile on her face as she taps the mat three times.
And you’re some “don”, some head of a criminal organization? I locked you in the Entanglement Joanne and ordered you to tap in a high pitched scream, and did you know what you did? You listened. You tapped out like someone beating a drum. You played the beat to a song that makes me smile, a song that warms my cold, barely beating heart…it’s called…“I WIN”.
She starts tapping more and more as if playing a beat to a song…keep in mind that she’s not a drummer.
La la la la la I win, I win…STOP!
Everything comes to an abrupt halt as the last beat is both hands slamming on the mat in front of her as she leans into the camera.
What’s that?
She leans forward, as I pull the camera back. I see nothing…but she does.
It sparkles so bright. It shines to the point where I can’t look right into it. It’sasbrightasTHEFREAKINGSUNITSELF!
She holds her hands up to block the apparent glare as she stands up and backs away into the corner of the ring.
Okay, tricked you. After all, if you can’t see it, and I’m NOT crazy, there must not really be anything there right? RIGHT!?
I nod with the camera as she grabs hold of the top ropes and jumps onto the top turnbuckle. She looks up at the ceiling, her eyes moving from spot to spot. I don’t move the camera…it’s just a ceiling.
Opportunity is forth coming. It drifts over my head like storm clouds rolling in. With each win I’ve come across lately, it’s like a gust of wind, pushing and pushing and pushing the raging storm in and alas it has finally come.
She looks down from the ceiling, back into the lens of the camera. There’s an intent look in her eyes as she pushes from left to right as if she’s swaying in the breeze.
You, you, you, you, and yes, even you…each of you make me laugh. Each and every single one of you with your whimsical words of mischief. You all have points to be made just like I do. You all have ambitions to fulfill, just like me. Yet each of you come out and say it all in words that are supposed to mean something to the others and myself, only to have them fall on deaf ears.
She reaches up and holds her hands to her ears.
LALALALALALALALALA! I CAN’T HEAR YOU! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOU!
She half removes her hand from her ear, leaning in to…listen?
Are you done? I hope so.
She lowers her hands back to grasping the top rope.
I hope we don’t have to listen to how you don’t care.
I beg of you to stop spewing your nonsense about how a shiny belt on a red leather strap means nothing to you.
I challenge you to make me care about your urge to destroy everything in your path.
I plead with you to watch me take on that responsibility of being called the best.
I urge you to show me your thirst for redemption.
None of it compares girls. None of it even leaks into the blood that courses through my veins in a fashion that makes me care because we’ve heard it all before. We’ve heard the cries of you all to the point where nobody wants to hear them any longer. We’ve heard the non-sense and the babbling and the constant banter of who is truly better in this profession yet none of you or me is what we truly inspire to be and that…
That’s what this match is all about.
The scene fades with a serious look on her face into the camera.
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“I Win”
I wish I knew what I was doing sometimes. I wish I knew how to accept the help of others, but instead I merely push them away to the point where I’m pushing them right over the edge to their watery grave. I’ve always been that person who is seen as a loner. I was kind of forced into that role as a child. Mom went out and did her thing and I was forced to be alone in a hotel room. At school, we moved so much, starting from one school to another to another, a total of 12 throughout grade school, it kind of made it impossible to make real friends. All along I thought I didn’t need anyone else. I thought I didn’t need that great support system others had. In actuality, I thought they were weak for not being able to handle their burdens on their own like I did.
You okay?
His voice pierced my thinking like a dagger in the back of the betrayed. I nodded my head and smiled as he turned away to finish whatever it was he was doing. As I stared at him, my loving, caring, most awesome boyfriend in the entire world, I couldn’t help but think:
“This is what they had those groups for. This is why the support was so desired.”
He had been there for me since day one and has fought through all of my attempts to shove him away. He has shown me over the past couple years that what they had all those years ago wasn’t a weakness. He’s shown me that what they had wasn’t a flaw in the design, but an addition. The support they had was something I missed out on as a child, and now may be regretting.
The simple fact that I didn’t have that back then may have been more damaging than good. Sure it made me stronger. The fact that I was alone gave me the motivation to make myself better as a person and a professional. I worked my way up from the slums of New Jersey’s inner city to being a pretty good wrestler in the center of a ring in front of thousands of people live and millions watching at home.
Are you almost done? It’s a beautiful day outside and we’re hiding in a building.
Yeah, almost.
He was scrambling around. He wanted to do nothing but make me happy. The feeling of warmth and comfort that gave me outweighed everything for the moment. He ran down the hall and there was a loud click as the lights suddenly went out and I screamed a blood curdling scream. He came rushing from the hall with the flashlight on his phone.
What? What is it?
Pitch black. The windows were covered as we were getting ready to leave. I felt my breathing get faster and faster as I tried to reclaim my oxygen that had been taken from me. When one is taken like I was, there’s sure to be a trauma that can be triggered by even the littlest things, and after that ordeal…I couldn’t be alone in the dark.
Alexis? Hey?
He shook my shoulder and what once was fear almost turned to instant comfort once more. I shook my head as if snapping out of a trance and refocused on the man in front of me. How the hell do I hide something like that?
What’s going on?
It’s nothing.
He held the flashlight over our heads as to now shine it directly in my face. I could sense my body getting warmer as I contorted the truth into a lie. I could feel the gaze from his eyes. He knew something was wrong, and I had to find a way to divert his attention; a way to make him think everything was okay. Tilting my head to the side I flash him a smile. That’ll work, he always melts at the sight of me smiling.
Nothing is wrong silly. I got ya!
Play it off as a prank…that should work.
Got me?
Yeah, you should have seen how fast you ran over here.
You sounded like someone just stuck a knife in you, of course I was going to run over here.
HAHA! Got ya. Come on, let’s go.
I skipped across the gym to the door, guided by the light of his phone. I opened the door and basked in the glorious sunlight. His voice stopped me in my tracks.
ALEXIS!
I stopped. I didn’t want to turn around as he might see the worry on my face. He knew. I was screwed. I’d have to tell him the truth. I’d have to admit that I was hiding something from him. I closed my eyes and turned around with an innocent look on my face, forcing the worry away to the dark places of which they came.
What?
Your bag?
My bag? Thank God. I thought I was gonna have to bleed my heart dry.
Oh crap, can you grab it?
He shook his head as he grabbed it by the handle and threw it over his shoulder. He grabbed his own bag and headed in my direction as I turned back to the outside world. The worried look had returned only because it was out of his view. What am I going to do? I need to kill this traumatizing memory. I need to end it before it ends me…before it ends us. I can’t tell him…he can’t know.
====================
It’s about getting a chance to prove that we are indeed the best in this organization.
The scene opens back in on Alexis on the top turnbuckle.
It’s about the chance to face Ana Valentine at the biggest Pay Per View Event in IWF’s one year of history. It’s about that urge to be called, to be recognized as champion.
She jumps down from the turnbuckle and stretches her arms out to the side, twirling toward the middle of the ring as a lone spotlight shines down.
It’s about being able to take hold of that shiny gold belt, holding it in the air, and basking in the light and glory that comes with holding it in front of hundreds of thousands of people as they watch on, in my case, cheering as I have finally accomplished the dream of a lifetime. A dream I’ve dreamedsinceIwasalittlelittlegirlinahotelroomwatchingwrestling! A dream I’ve had since ICAN’TEVENREMEMBER!
She twirls until she gets dizzy and falls into a seated position in the center of the ring. She crosses her legs Indian Style as she clasps her hands together.
The ordeal I’ve been involved with over the last month was horrifying. I don’t say this out of the garnering of sympathy, but instead, out of pure fact. To be taken like that can put a damper on everything else going on in my life…ask my boyfriend. To win this match, to be named Number One Contender is the clean slate I look for. It’s one of the few things that can make any last remnants of that torturous memory vanish into thin air like dust in the wind.
She takes in a breath as she closes her eyes.
I don’t do this because I’m simply pretty. I don’t do this out of some sort of respect to a family lineage. I don’t go out here and work hard every single day for the fame and the fortune because those are all reasons that don’t measure up. I’m not here to pick on people for their flaws, or destroy everything in my path, or even look for that last bit of hope that says I’m still relevant. I AM relevant. I am here to prove that I am the best thing going here and anywhere else. You’re all obstacles in my way.
She opens her eyes and slowly looks up into the lens of the camera.
As I lace up my Chuck Taylors and get ready for this Iron Maiden match, there are no illusions of some grandioso moment. I know that we all have that same amount of chance. I expect nothing but at the same time know that I can accomplish anything. When the dust settles, and there is one woman left standing in the center of the ring, it will be me. The taps will be heard around the world, and again I will sing that song that warms my heart. Again you will hear the words, “I Win!”
She smirks into the camera and waves as the feed ends.
The scene opens on Alexis, sitting in the center of an empty ring in the gym, a perky smile on her face as she taps the mat three times.
And you’re some “don”, some head of a criminal organization? I locked you in the Entanglement Joanne and ordered you to tap in a high pitched scream, and did you know what you did? You listened. You tapped out like someone beating a drum. You played the beat to a song that makes me smile, a song that warms my cold, barely beating heart…it’s called…“I WIN”.
She starts tapping more and more as if playing a beat to a song…keep in mind that she’s not a drummer.
La la la la la I win, I win…STOP!
Everything comes to an abrupt halt as the last beat is both hands slamming on the mat in front of her as she leans into the camera.
What’s that?
She leans forward, as I pull the camera back. I see nothing…but she does.
It sparkles so bright. It shines to the point where I can’t look right into it. It’sasbrightasTHEFREAKINGSUNITSELF!
She holds her hands up to block the apparent glare as she stands up and backs away into the corner of the ring.
Okay, tricked you. After all, if you can’t see it, and I’m NOT crazy, there must not really be anything there right? RIGHT!?
I nod with the camera as she grabs hold of the top ropes and jumps onto the top turnbuckle. She looks up at the ceiling, her eyes moving from spot to spot. I don’t move the camera…it’s just a ceiling.
Opportunity is forth coming. It drifts over my head like storm clouds rolling in. With each win I’ve come across lately, it’s like a gust of wind, pushing and pushing and pushing the raging storm in and alas it has finally come.
She looks down from the ceiling, back into the lens of the camera. There’s an intent look in her eyes as she pushes from left to right as if she’s swaying in the breeze.
You, you, you, you, and yes, even you…each of you make me laugh. Each and every single one of you with your whimsical words of mischief. You all have points to be made just like I do. You all have ambitions to fulfill, just like me. Yet each of you come out and say it all in words that are supposed to mean something to the others and myself, only to have them fall on deaf ears.
She reaches up and holds her hands to her ears.
LALALALALALALALALA! I CAN’T HEAR YOU! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOU!
She half removes her hand from her ear, leaning in to…listen?
Are you done? I hope so.
She lowers her hands back to grasping the top rope.
I hope we don’t have to listen to how you don’t care.
I beg of you to stop spewing your nonsense about how a shiny belt on a red leather strap means nothing to you.
I challenge you to make me care about your urge to destroy everything in your path.
I plead with you to watch me take on that responsibility of being called the best.
I urge you to show me your thirst for redemption.
None of it compares girls. None of it even leaks into the blood that courses through my veins in a fashion that makes me care because we’ve heard it all before. We’ve heard the cries of you all to the point where nobody wants to hear them any longer. We’ve heard the non-sense and the babbling and the constant banter of who is truly better in this profession yet none of you or me is what we truly inspire to be and that…
That’s what this match is all about.
The scene fades with a serious look on her face into the camera.
====================
“I Win”
I wish I knew what I was doing sometimes. I wish I knew how to accept the help of others, but instead I merely push them away to the point where I’m pushing them right over the edge to their watery grave. I’ve always been that person who is seen as a loner. I was kind of forced into that role as a child. Mom went out and did her thing and I was forced to be alone in a hotel room. At school, we moved so much, starting from one school to another to another, a total of 12 throughout grade school, it kind of made it impossible to make real friends. All along I thought I didn’t need anyone else. I thought I didn’t need that great support system others had. In actuality, I thought they were weak for not being able to handle their burdens on their own like I did.
You okay?
His voice pierced my thinking like a dagger in the back of the betrayed. I nodded my head and smiled as he turned away to finish whatever it was he was doing. As I stared at him, my loving, caring, most awesome boyfriend in the entire world, I couldn’t help but think:
“This is what they had those groups for. This is why the support was so desired.”
He had been there for me since day one and has fought through all of my attempts to shove him away. He has shown me over the past couple years that what they had all those years ago wasn’t a weakness. He’s shown me that what they had wasn’t a flaw in the design, but an addition. The support they had was something I missed out on as a child, and now may be regretting.
The simple fact that I didn’t have that back then may have been more damaging than good. Sure it made me stronger. The fact that I was alone gave me the motivation to make myself better as a person and a professional. I worked my way up from the slums of New Jersey’s inner city to being a pretty good wrestler in the center of a ring in front of thousands of people live and millions watching at home.
Are you almost done? It’s a beautiful day outside and we’re hiding in a building.
Yeah, almost.
He was scrambling around. He wanted to do nothing but make me happy. The feeling of warmth and comfort that gave me outweighed everything for the moment. He ran down the hall and there was a loud click as the lights suddenly went out and I screamed a blood curdling scream. He came rushing from the hall with the flashlight on his phone.
What? What is it?
Pitch black. The windows were covered as we were getting ready to leave. I felt my breathing get faster and faster as I tried to reclaim my oxygen that had been taken from me. When one is taken like I was, there’s sure to be a trauma that can be triggered by even the littlest things, and after that ordeal…I couldn’t be alone in the dark.
Alexis? Hey?
He shook my shoulder and what once was fear almost turned to instant comfort once more. I shook my head as if snapping out of a trance and refocused on the man in front of me. How the hell do I hide something like that?
What’s going on?
It’s nothing.
He held the flashlight over our heads as to now shine it directly in my face. I could sense my body getting warmer as I contorted the truth into a lie. I could feel the gaze from his eyes. He knew something was wrong, and I had to find a way to divert his attention; a way to make him think everything was okay. Tilting my head to the side I flash him a smile. That’ll work, he always melts at the sight of me smiling.
Nothing is wrong silly. I got ya!
Play it off as a prank…that should work.
Got me?
Yeah, you should have seen how fast you ran over here.
You sounded like someone just stuck a knife in you, of course I was going to run over here.
HAHA! Got ya. Come on, let’s go.
I skipped across the gym to the door, guided by the light of his phone. I opened the door and basked in the glorious sunlight. His voice stopped me in my tracks.
ALEXIS!
I stopped. I didn’t want to turn around as he might see the worry on my face. He knew. I was screwed. I’d have to tell him the truth. I’d have to admit that I was hiding something from him. I closed my eyes and turned around with an innocent look on my face, forcing the worry away to the dark places of which they came.
What?
Your bag?
My bag? Thank God. I thought I was gonna have to bleed my heart dry.
Oh crap, can you grab it?
He shook his head as he grabbed it by the handle and threw it over his shoulder. He grabbed his own bag and headed in my direction as I turned back to the outside world. The worried look had returned only because it was out of his view. What am I going to do? I need to kill this traumatizing memory. I need to end it before it ends me…before it ends us. I can’t tell him…he can’t know.
====================
It’s about getting a chance to prove that we are indeed the best in this organization.
The scene opens back in on Alexis on the top turnbuckle.
It’s about the chance to face Ana Valentine at the biggest Pay Per View Event in IWF’s one year of history. It’s about that urge to be called, to be recognized as champion.
She jumps down from the turnbuckle and stretches her arms out to the side, twirling toward the middle of the ring as a lone spotlight shines down.
It’s about being able to take hold of that shiny gold belt, holding it in the air, and basking in the light and glory that comes with holding it in front of hundreds of thousands of people as they watch on, in my case, cheering as I have finally accomplished the dream of a lifetime. A dream I’ve dreamedsinceIwasalittlelittlegirlinahotelroomwatchingwrestling! A dream I’ve had since ICAN’TEVENREMEMBER!
She twirls until she gets dizzy and falls into a seated position in the center of the ring. She crosses her legs Indian Style as she clasps her hands together.
The ordeal I’ve been involved with over the last month was horrifying. I don’t say this out of the garnering of sympathy, but instead, out of pure fact. To be taken like that can put a damper on everything else going on in my life…ask my boyfriend. To win this match, to be named Number One Contender is the clean slate I look for. It’s one of the few things that can make any last remnants of that torturous memory vanish into thin air like dust in the wind.
She takes in a breath as she closes her eyes.
I don’t do this because I’m simply pretty. I don’t do this out of some sort of respect to a family lineage. I don’t go out here and work hard every single day for the fame and the fortune because those are all reasons that don’t measure up. I’m not here to pick on people for their flaws, or destroy everything in my path, or even look for that last bit of hope that says I’m still relevant. I AM relevant. I am here to prove that I am the best thing going here and anywhere else. You’re all obstacles in my way.
She opens her eyes and slowly looks up into the lens of the camera.
As I lace up my Chuck Taylors and get ready for this Iron Maiden match, there are no illusions of some grandioso moment. I know that we all have that same amount of chance. I expect nothing but at the same time know that I can accomplish anything. When the dust settles, and there is one woman left standing in the center of the ring, it will be me. The taps will be heard around the world, and again I will sing that song that warms my heart. Again you will hear the words, “I Win!”
She smirks into the camera and waves as the feed ends.
Well howdy there pardner.