Post by Alexis Caffrey on Jun 22, 2014 20:27:31 GMT
I aim the camera from side to side in an effort to spot that loving girlfriend of mine, but she’s nowhere to be seen, but could be heard all around as her voice echoes from every particle of air around me.
Yooohoooo.
I look around some more and nothing until she finally pops up, seemingly out of nowhere.
BOO!
I’m slightly startled as I turn around to her doubled over giggling madly. She fans herself as she catches her breath.
OkayOkayOkay!
She settles, gliding her hand through the air as if to smooth things out.
Seriously, it’s time to get down to business. For you see, I have perhaps one of the biggest opportunities in the world, it’s sitting here before me, nobody else there to grab it but me. Sunday, at Bloody Assizes, I have a shot at the Diamonds Championship. I have a shot to stand there in the middle of the ring, hold that title over my head, and proclaim myself the best Diamond in the world.
She looks up in the air as if the thought itself is manifesting above her head. She stares at it as she sways her hips from side to side, admiring the thought before shaking her head and returning to reality.
That mean clown face is scared. You can’t see it because God forbid she shows her real face. She’s so scared that she needs to bust through the ring and drag me into the dirty, filthy, dark little hole she came from. That’s the story of your life though, isn’t it Eternity?
She holds her hand over her mouth as if she’s let out a secret that the world wasn’t supposed to know.
Oops.
Oh, who cares? The world knows you’re a twisted psycho with no friends. Do you know why you have no friends Eternity? It’s not because you’re different. It’s not because you’re crazy. The whole world is crazy…except for me…no…not me…NOT CRAZY!
She wipes her forehead as if she avoided catastrophic death itself.
Phew…
The world is about you Eternity…well the weird little world you live in. In the real world, we go by progress; by adaptation; by evolution. We like to hear words like advancement, because it means we’re not stuck in some ridiculous little time loop. We’re not sticks in the mud and we move on to bigger and better things.
She pulls out the same phone from last week and shows that same number again. 363.
Last week I told you Eternity that it took you three hundred and sixty three days to become champion. You’ve been here since the beginning with shot after shot after shot, at every single champion and you finally made it count…congratulations, here’s your applause.
She slowly tilts her head back a bit. She looks rather annoyed as she shares a noiseless, soft, “golf clap” for Eternity. She then looks up, her eyes narrowing as if she was to spot something in the distance. Instead, she holds her hand to her chin as if she were thinking of a clever little plan.
I was just thinking…
The definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over again expecting different results. So maybe, not only are you crazy, but that silly, self-proclaimed God who is a head booker is crazy too? He booked you in title matches over and over. You came with your twisted web of lies and idiocy, and failed over and over again. It didn’t matter who the champion was.
You tried and triedandtriedandtried…and…FAILED for nearly a year.
That won’t be me. I will not follow in your footsteps and I will NOT be held down by your oppressive glass ceiling, nor will I fall into your deep, dark hole. I will show you what it means to be championship material. I will show you the desire I have to not only beat you and become Diamonds Champion, but go on and beat every single girl in the back until I can proclaim myself the best female wrestler alive.
She turns and starts painting on what looks to be a sheet of glass, a mirror perhaps as the scene fades.
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“I…Want…Control”
The show had ended and the lights had died down as the audience began to file from their seats to the exits. Another Sacrifice was in the books and it had a scary ending…for me at least. I was dragged down into a hole by that whacko when The Ace saved me. He handed me up to Mike who had been attacked and we watched as Angel, Spike Kane, and Eternity all backed up the ramp. I couldn’t focus on her sadistic grin, which I now want to tear off her face with my teeth, I was too busy recollecting my thoughts. The effects of a trauma that I suffered months ago was still haunting me to this day.
We were under the ring and it was really dark. I looked from side to side and could see nothing but the small cracks of light under the ring apron. I screamed but with all the commotion going on, I couldn’t be heard. Eternity poked and prodded at me, each time making me jump from side to side. I would have swung, but I didn’t know what was under there with us and didn’t want to get hurt with a stupid mistake. I saw Jake’s legs pop in the hole and I heard that bitch Eternity scurry away like a rat.
Jake helped me out and went on to do his thing as Mike and I left the ring. As we got to the back I was still breathing heavy, trying to maintain my composure. The fear that had welled up within me was overbearing and out of nowhere…I snapped.
AHHHHHH!
The blood curdling scream startled Mike, shocking him into a stilled silence as others watched on. I grabbed everything in sight and started hurling it in different directions. Water bottles went flying. Chairs were kicked to the side, I even through some into the metal piping resting against the wall, knocking it over, creating a loud clanging sound that made everyone cover their ears.
What?
I HATE HER! I HATE HER! i HATEHER HATEHER HATEHERHATEHER…HATE HER!
Eternity?
BITCH!
The rage countered the fear, or perhaps enhanced it. The fact that someone could have that much control over my emotions, other than myself was downright terrifying. I needed control…I wanted control, but it seems that every time I have a little taste of it, something or someone pulls it away from me. The anger this causes is unrelenting as Mike tries to calm me only to get smacked in the face.
OW!
I was stunned as I cupped both hands over my face in shock. I didn’t want to slap him. I didn’t mean to slap him. Everything is just so confusing. Then the rage kicks in again and I charge at him, pounding my fists on his chest until he wraps me up with his arms and holds me tight so that I can’t swing anymore.
Alright, alright, alright, just relax.
He “shhshed” me as he slowly walked down the corridor with me crying against his chest. He lifted me onto a production crate, but I wouldn’t let go, instead, clutching to his comforting body, slowly sliding off the crate. He held me for a good second, stroking the back of my head.
Just relax Lexy. It’s going to be fine.
My voice was muffled by his chest.
I’m not letting go.
I felt his chest move as he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
You can’t hold on forever.
Wanna bet?
Slowly he pulls me from him and sets me back up on the production crate so that we’re eye to eye…well as close as we could get. He looks on as I stare at him with big, watery, brown eyes, and the most innocent look on my face that one could ever possess and he reaches forward, brushing the strands of hair out of the way, pushing them gently behind my ear. His touch was enough to send a calm relaxing state of mind through my body as my breathing slowed.
What happened out there? What made you snap like that?
I want control. I want the satisfaction of knowing that I can’t be manipulated into a state of panic with the simple sting of a pointy object, or something so dumb as the dark. I WANT MY LIFE BACK!
I looked down. Depression had suppressed any rage, and nested firmly in my brain. I stared at the cement floor before my view was blocked by the face I’ve come to love. He leaned down in front of me, putting his finger like a perch under my chin and lifted my head as he stood back up.
Listen, you’ll be okay. We’re gonna get you that life back. It’s waiting for you, and a few more sessions with the doctor and you’ll be back to your perky, fun loving self.
You think so?
He’s done a lot for me. There’s a reason we keep him on retainer…he’s good at what he does.
I hope so…
Slowly, I slid off the crate and immediately took hold of his hand. Any touch he gave provided that little bit of comfort I was looking for. We walked to the locker room and got ready to leave. What tomorrow would bring is anyone’s guess.
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DONE!
We’re back in the room. In front of you, the viewing audience, is a strangely, poorly drawn picture of a face…one would presume it to be Eternity with all the strange designs on it. Above it was a window, suspended from the ceiling. It was a rather awkward setup indeed.
Eternity, I am nothing like you. I never have been and I never will be. While you sit and dwell on the past, and please the imaginary figures around you, I forge on. I like Jessica Reed and Amber Richards, and Ana Valentine, am a pioneer in this industry. Like them, I will prove to the world that someone like me can go on to be great.
I will take this division, put it on my petite little shoulders, and I will carry it into a new era. I will take it to the era where the bottom feeders don’t exist. I will take it where YOU don’t exist. You’re champion now, congratulations. You beat the hell out of Ana and won that championship. You are what you chased. You are the glass ceiling now…and I…
She leans down and takes hold of a metal rod. She shoves it into the air without looking up and shatters the suspended window above her head. Pieces of glass rain down, some, cutting the young woman on her shoulder. She doesn’t flinch, and doesn’t acknowledge the wound. She tosses the rod to the side and smiles at the camera.
…will break you.
She glances down at her cut on her shoulder and with her face still aimed at it, she directs her eyes to the camera.
That’s a sacrifice. That is what someone like me has to do their entire life to get to this point. I lived in cars, motels, and under bridges. I worked my ass off to get to this point in life where I can show the world my greatness.
I’ve been pressed up against the glass ceiling for way too long, and it’s time I shatter it. It’s time that the pieces of that glass ceiling, the ceiling you forged, falls down on those below me. It’s time to open new doors and forge a path in which this organization, this business as a whole has never seen before. The days of living under the old rules are gone, the new generation is stepping up, and it is time for you to be forcefully moved aside.
The blood starts to drip down her arm, a slow trickle as she walk around to the picture of “Eternity” on the window.
What do you think? It looks just as bad as she does right?
You can hear me laughing behind the camera as I nod it up and down. Alexis picks up a hammer and taps it twice on her hand…all laughing stops.
Throughout my time here in the IWF, people have said to look up to girls like Amber and Ana and Jess, and yes even Eternity. Watch them do what they do, learn from them. Take all you learn and combine it together and you’ll have what it takes to succeed. I don’t look up to you Eternity…I see through you. The mask you hide behind, the silly antics, it’s all a cover isn’t it? I have to ask though, what happens to that fragile psyche of yours when a crack is found in your armor?
She turns and gently taps on the window. A crack forms right through the face of her “master piece.”
You’ll see come Bloody Assizes. You showed the world that I’m a threat to your reign when you pulled me under the ring. You showed that you were worried…that was the tap that formed the crack. At the Pay Per View…your mask, your impenetrable armor, that all come down…just…
She rears back with the hammer.
Like…
She aims.
THIS!
She throws the hammer through the glass. The face of Eternity is smashed beyond recognition and falls to the ground.
When I’m done with you Eternity, there will only be one piece of you worth picking up.
She skips over once more, to the other side of the window she had just thrown the glass through…and picks up a replica of the Diamonds Championship, throwing it over her shoulder.
And I will gladly clean that part of the mess up for you…the rest? Well I’ll leave that to you and your imaginary friends.
Title in tow, she skips off out of sight as the feed cuts.
Yooohoooo.
I look around some more and nothing until she finally pops up, seemingly out of nowhere.
BOO!
I’m slightly startled as I turn around to her doubled over giggling madly. She fans herself as she catches her breath.
OkayOkayOkay!
She settles, gliding her hand through the air as if to smooth things out.
Seriously, it’s time to get down to business. For you see, I have perhaps one of the biggest opportunities in the world, it’s sitting here before me, nobody else there to grab it but me. Sunday, at Bloody Assizes, I have a shot at the Diamonds Championship. I have a shot to stand there in the middle of the ring, hold that title over my head, and proclaim myself the best Diamond in the world.
She looks up in the air as if the thought itself is manifesting above her head. She stares at it as she sways her hips from side to side, admiring the thought before shaking her head and returning to reality.
That mean clown face is scared. You can’t see it because God forbid she shows her real face. She’s so scared that she needs to bust through the ring and drag me into the dirty, filthy, dark little hole she came from. That’s the story of your life though, isn’t it Eternity?
She holds her hand over her mouth as if she’s let out a secret that the world wasn’t supposed to know.
Oops.
Oh, who cares? The world knows you’re a twisted psycho with no friends. Do you know why you have no friends Eternity? It’s not because you’re different. It’s not because you’re crazy. The whole world is crazy…except for me…no…not me…NOT CRAZY!
She wipes her forehead as if she avoided catastrophic death itself.
Phew…
The world is about you Eternity…well the weird little world you live in. In the real world, we go by progress; by adaptation; by evolution. We like to hear words like advancement, because it means we’re not stuck in some ridiculous little time loop. We’re not sticks in the mud and we move on to bigger and better things.
She pulls out the same phone from last week and shows that same number again. 363.
Last week I told you Eternity that it took you three hundred and sixty three days to become champion. You’ve been here since the beginning with shot after shot after shot, at every single champion and you finally made it count…congratulations, here’s your applause.
She slowly tilts her head back a bit. She looks rather annoyed as she shares a noiseless, soft, “golf clap” for Eternity. She then looks up, her eyes narrowing as if she was to spot something in the distance. Instead, she holds her hand to her chin as if she were thinking of a clever little plan.
I was just thinking…
The definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over again expecting different results. So maybe, not only are you crazy, but that silly, self-proclaimed God who is a head booker is crazy too? He booked you in title matches over and over. You came with your twisted web of lies and idiocy, and failed over and over again. It didn’t matter who the champion was.
You tried and triedandtriedandtried…and…FAILED for nearly a year.
That won’t be me. I will not follow in your footsteps and I will NOT be held down by your oppressive glass ceiling, nor will I fall into your deep, dark hole. I will show you what it means to be championship material. I will show you the desire I have to not only beat you and become Diamonds Champion, but go on and beat every single girl in the back until I can proclaim myself the best female wrestler alive.
She turns and starts painting on what looks to be a sheet of glass, a mirror perhaps as the scene fades.
====================
“I…Want…Control”
The show had ended and the lights had died down as the audience began to file from their seats to the exits. Another Sacrifice was in the books and it had a scary ending…for me at least. I was dragged down into a hole by that whacko when The Ace saved me. He handed me up to Mike who had been attacked and we watched as Angel, Spike Kane, and Eternity all backed up the ramp. I couldn’t focus on her sadistic grin, which I now want to tear off her face with my teeth, I was too busy recollecting my thoughts. The effects of a trauma that I suffered months ago was still haunting me to this day.
We were under the ring and it was really dark. I looked from side to side and could see nothing but the small cracks of light under the ring apron. I screamed but with all the commotion going on, I couldn’t be heard. Eternity poked and prodded at me, each time making me jump from side to side. I would have swung, but I didn’t know what was under there with us and didn’t want to get hurt with a stupid mistake. I saw Jake’s legs pop in the hole and I heard that bitch Eternity scurry away like a rat.
Jake helped me out and went on to do his thing as Mike and I left the ring. As we got to the back I was still breathing heavy, trying to maintain my composure. The fear that had welled up within me was overbearing and out of nowhere…I snapped.
AHHHHHH!
The blood curdling scream startled Mike, shocking him into a stilled silence as others watched on. I grabbed everything in sight and started hurling it in different directions. Water bottles went flying. Chairs were kicked to the side, I even through some into the metal piping resting against the wall, knocking it over, creating a loud clanging sound that made everyone cover their ears.
What?
I HATE HER! I HATE HER! i HATEHER HATEHER HATEHERHATEHER…HATE HER!
Eternity?
BITCH!
The rage countered the fear, or perhaps enhanced it. The fact that someone could have that much control over my emotions, other than myself was downright terrifying. I needed control…I wanted control, but it seems that every time I have a little taste of it, something or someone pulls it away from me. The anger this causes is unrelenting as Mike tries to calm me only to get smacked in the face.
OW!
I was stunned as I cupped both hands over my face in shock. I didn’t want to slap him. I didn’t mean to slap him. Everything is just so confusing. Then the rage kicks in again and I charge at him, pounding my fists on his chest until he wraps me up with his arms and holds me tight so that I can’t swing anymore.
Alright, alright, alright, just relax.
He “shhshed” me as he slowly walked down the corridor with me crying against his chest. He lifted me onto a production crate, but I wouldn’t let go, instead, clutching to his comforting body, slowly sliding off the crate. He held me for a good second, stroking the back of my head.
Just relax Lexy. It’s going to be fine.
My voice was muffled by his chest.
I’m not letting go.
I felt his chest move as he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
You can’t hold on forever.
Wanna bet?
Slowly he pulls me from him and sets me back up on the production crate so that we’re eye to eye…well as close as we could get. He looks on as I stare at him with big, watery, brown eyes, and the most innocent look on my face that one could ever possess and he reaches forward, brushing the strands of hair out of the way, pushing them gently behind my ear. His touch was enough to send a calm relaxing state of mind through my body as my breathing slowed.
What happened out there? What made you snap like that?
I want control. I want the satisfaction of knowing that I can’t be manipulated into a state of panic with the simple sting of a pointy object, or something so dumb as the dark. I WANT MY LIFE BACK!
I looked down. Depression had suppressed any rage, and nested firmly in my brain. I stared at the cement floor before my view was blocked by the face I’ve come to love. He leaned down in front of me, putting his finger like a perch under my chin and lifted my head as he stood back up.
Listen, you’ll be okay. We’re gonna get you that life back. It’s waiting for you, and a few more sessions with the doctor and you’ll be back to your perky, fun loving self.
You think so?
He’s done a lot for me. There’s a reason we keep him on retainer…he’s good at what he does.
I hope so…
Slowly, I slid off the crate and immediately took hold of his hand. Any touch he gave provided that little bit of comfort I was looking for. We walked to the locker room and got ready to leave. What tomorrow would bring is anyone’s guess.
====================
DONE!
We’re back in the room. In front of you, the viewing audience, is a strangely, poorly drawn picture of a face…one would presume it to be Eternity with all the strange designs on it. Above it was a window, suspended from the ceiling. It was a rather awkward setup indeed.
Eternity, I am nothing like you. I never have been and I never will be. While you sit and dwell on the past, and please the imaginary figures around you, I forge on. I like Jessica Reed and Amber Richards, and Ana Valentine, am a pioneer in this industry. Like them, I will prove to the world that someone like me can go on to be great.
I will take this division, put it on my petite little shoulders, and I will carry it into a new era. I will take it to the era where the bottom feeders don’t exist. I will take it where YOU don’t exist. You’re champion now, congratulations. You beat the hell out of Ana and won that championship. You are what you chased. You are the glass ceiling now…and I…
She leans down and takes hold of a metal rod. She shoves it into the air without looking up and shatters the suspended window above her head. Pieces of glass rain down, some, cutting the young woman on her shoulder. She doesn’t flinch, and doesn’t acknowledge the wound. She tosses the rod to the side and smiles at the camera.
…will break you.
She glances down at her cut on her shoulder and with her face still aimed at it, she directs her eyes to the camera.
That’s a sacrifice. That is what someone like me has to do their entire life to get to this point. I lived in cars, motels, and under bridges. I worked my ass off to get to this point in life where I can show the world my greatness.
I’ve been pressed up against the glass ceiling for way too long, and it’s time I shatter it. It’s time that the pieces of that glass ceiling, the ceiling you forged, falls down on those below me. It’s time to open new doors and forge a path in which this organization, this business as a whole has never seen before. The days of living under the old rules are gone, the new generation is stepping up, and it is time for you to be forcefully moved aside.
The blood starts to drip down her arm, a slow trickle as she walk around to the picture of “Eternity” on the window.
What do you think? It looks just as bad as she does right?
You can hear me laughing behind the camera as I nod it up and down. Alexis picks up a hammer and taps it twice on her hand…all laughing stops.
Throughout my time here in the IWF, people have said to look up to girls like Amber and Ana and Jess, and yes even Eternity. Watch them do what they do, learn from them. Take all you learn and combine it together and you’ll have what it takes to succeed. I don’t look up to you Eternity…I see through you. The mask you hide behind, the silly antics, it’s all a cover isn’t it? I have to ask though, what happens to that fragile psyche of yours when a crack is found in your armor?
She turns and gently taps on the window. A crack forms right through the face of her “master piece.”
You’ll see come Bloody Assizes. You showed the world that I’m a threat to your reign when you pulled me under the ring. You showed that you were worried…that was the tap that formed the crack. At the Pay Per View…your mask, your impenetrable armor, that all come down…just…
She rears back with the hammer.
Like…
She aims.
THIS!
She throws the hammer through the glass. The face of Eternity is smashed beyond recognition and falls to the ground.
When I’m done with you Eternity, there will only be one piece of you worth picking up.
She skips over once more, to the other side of the window she had just thrown the glass through…and picks up a replica of the Diamonds Championship, throwing it over her shoulder.
And I will gladly clean that part of the mess up for you…the rest? Well I’ll leave that to you and your imaginary friends.
Title in tow, she skips off out of sight as the feed cuts.
Well howdy there pardner.