Post by Alexis Caffrey on Oct 26, 2014 20:55:08 GMT
As the scene fades in from a blurry state to a much clearer one, we see Alexis Caffrey, that’s right, my lovely fiancé, skipping down a public sidewalk as if it were the normal way of travel, greeting the people she passes by, but failing to acknowledge the most important person in this whole thing…
ME!
THE ONE WITH THE CAMERA!
She continues skipping, which is hard to follow with a hurt ankle, until she peaks over at me out of the corner of her eye. She stops in her tracks and tilts her head at me with that ever-so-lovable smile.
OH! HI!
She straightens out her shirt and gets herself “presentable” even though there was nothing wrong with her before. She looks up at the camera with a simple, polite grin.
Sorry, I’m not used to this anymore. I mean I haven’t done one of these since August as I was politely reminded by my not so favorite moldy crumpet of whom I have the oh so delightful pleasure of facing at October Revolution…Kayla Richards.
Her eyes run around in her head, gazing up at the sky, rolling them as she smiles again at her own thought.
Oh to be so naïve again. I wish I had that opportunity Kayla. In some ways I envy you. You have the sister who cares. You’ve got not a care in the world because you truly believe that in your heart of hearts, there is no consequence for your actions. You believe you can be a bad little girl all you want, and nobody will punish you. It’s all in your little fantasy land that you play with Ana and Angel, you think you’re invincible, loved, wanted.
The playful expression on her face turns serious rather quick.
And people call me crazy?
She looks depressed as she shoves her hands into the pockets of her black zip up hoodie. She starts walking down the street, a much better pace for a guy with a bum ankle, and continues on embarking a lesson to the younger Richards.
I wish you could see what the rest of us see Kayla. I hope and…well if I prayed, I would…that one day you won’t be as blind to the world as you currently are; that you’ll find your own little niche.
A few rain drops start to fall, causing her to pull her hood up over her head.
That’s where you and I are different Kayla. That’s where you and seemingly every other Diamond in this division are different…we have a niche. I know I look like the girl who follows her boyfriend, now fiancé, but I have my own agenda in that ring. Ana, Amber, even that goth weirdo Ashley…they all have their own agendas. You’re merely a follower. You can talk of how you’ve learned from the best, how you follow her because she will lead you to the great beyond; how Angel is a God among men because you’re too stupid to see the truth…the same truth that I told Ana she was too stupid to believe, and a win over me doesn’t change it…
HE’S USING YOU ALL!
She takes in a deep breath as if she’s regretting what she’s about to say.
So it all comes down to October Revolution my sweet, English Muffin. I have to show you…as I tried to show Ana…the error of your ways. I have to show you that Angel is not the one to follow, that Ana is not the one to follow. I must embark on you the lessons of a girl who has been through pretty much everything in life. I have to teach you how to forge your own path, to live on your own merits; rather than that of others. You have it in you to be a leader one day Kayla…through tough love, and perhaps a bite of the face…I will show you the way you should be and should have been going…this entire time.
She continues walking as the feed abruptly cuts.
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“Reality Check”
Will you come with me?
Of course.
That’s the last time you saw me in a non-wrestling setting. I was with Mike in the backyard, it was before his big match with Angel. He had met with my father, a man I haven’t seen in a long time, since I was a child. A man who abused my mother in drunken fits to the point where she would rather whore out her body than stay with him under a stable roof. He saw me on television, at ringside, cheering on my man and thought it was okay to contact him to get to me. Where the hell does he get off? You want to talk to me…you contact me damn it.
The thoughts of the request were playing through my mind as Mike adored his daughter from afar. I couldn’t handle the questions I was asking myself. There were so many of them one after another after another like a dam being broken and the roaring water rushing through my head. I closed my eyes, pressing them closed hard at the anguish as I got up from the chair.
I’ll be right back.
He didn’t think twice of it. To the best of his knowledge, we had just had a plain old conversation. I wasn’t right though. I didn’t know which way was up. I couldn’t figure out what to say.
Storming up the steps I head for the bedroom and have a seat. As I looked in the mirror I saw my reflection staring back at me. I started to ask myself questions…hoping…praying for an answer.
Do I even want to see him?
Why after twenty-plus years does he want to all of a sudden get back together?
Nothing.
That’s what I felt inside. That’s the answers I got from the reflection in the mirror. I didn’t have the answers, the reflection didn’t have the answers…perhaps…there were no answers? Well, at least no right answers?
As I thought about it some more and went over a few scenarios in my head as I leaned into my hands, shielding my eyes from all around me, something came to me and I looked up into the mirror again.
He’s the one. The only one who can give me any semblance of an answer, the only one who can clarify this situation…is my father.
I stared in the mirror for a few more minutes until I heard the door swinging open and Mike walked into the room.
Is everything okay?
He walked over and had a seat on the bed next to me, waiting, looking for an answer of his own. I ran my hands through my hair, holding it at the back, clearly stressed.
I don’t know. I don’t understand why he wants to meet with me now all of a sudden.
He said he wanted to reconnect. He wanted to get back a piece of what he missed while you were growing up.
I sat there and nodded as my head continued to fill with thoughts.
Why now?
What took so long?
Why didn’t he come to me?
I shut out the thoughts again and blurted out the first question that came to mind.
Why didn’t he try this sooner? Why did he have to wait twenty-something years?
Part of me wanted my father back in my life. I didn’t like growing up without him. As I went to school, and looked around at other little girls, I saw them with their fathers and to a point, I envied them. I wanted that warmth but could never have it. I wanted that love, but never received it.
My head draped down and a tear rolled down my cheek as I thought back to then. Mike saw my reaction and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in, brushing the tear from my cheek.
He wanted to be right. He says he’s been sober now for six years. I really felt like he was sincere.
I collected myself for a minute and nodded.
Okay…let’s…let’s do it. Set it up.
I’ll call him tomorrow.
The scene fades as I rest up against his chest. The warmth, the comfort, it all felt so good.
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You see my lovely fiancé sitting on a bench in the park, swinging her legs back and forth. She doesn’t look particularly happy as she stares at the sidewalk in front of her. She looks from side to side and starts talking in a soft, somber tone.
I hate being away. I don’t like not being allowed to wrestle. A couple weeks ago, Angel tried to take that from me. He locked me in a sharpshooter, and he nearly bent me in half. He tried to take from me that of which I absolutely love with all of my cold, black heart.
She looks up at the camera as if she’s looking at Kayla, and even further ahead to Ana Valentine.
Then there’s the two of you. You two gang up on Amber and try to cost her the same thing. You two make me sick. You bicker and you bitch and you gleamandtalkandpraiseoneanothertothepointwhereeveryoneelsejustwantstothrowup!
BLAH!
She mimics puking before sitting back up on the bench.
If there’s one thing I can’t stand in this world it’s prissy bitches who can’t help but pat themselves on the back. It’s two meanies who try to take dear things away from others. To take a title is one thing but to try and hurt someone out of jealousy, spite, or because you can’t beat someone else…cough ANGEL cough, is just disgusting. Then you think about it and you ask yourself…why?
She stands from the bench, holding her hands out to either side.
I mean seriously, why? Because “he” said to? Is it because you’re so-called “God” who couldn’t beat my fiancé one-on-one told you to? FOR CHRIST’S SAKE…STOP BEING A FOLLOWER!
She stomps her feet, jumping up in the air with each and every word she yelled.
I know your sister, I know the bloodlines you come from Kayla and I know you’re better than that. I know that you have the ability to forge your own path, the skills to be better than some aimless follower of a group of brainwashed goofballs. From the bottom…you…to the top…Angel, each and every one of you is brainwashed either by your own delusions, or the delusions preached to you by that piece of crap leader of yours.
She points her finger into her chest.
You can underestimate me all you want Kayla. You can think that my lack of time in that ring lately has formed a bit of rust. You can hope that all of my time off has had some effect on my skills. I am telling you right here and now that your hopes, your prayers, they’ll all be dashed when I stand across that ring from you. There will be nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. I’m coming for you, and when I get you, I’m going to rip your face off. Then I’m going to wrap my body around you and bend your arm until it breaks.
She claps her hands together quickly with a huge smile on her face.
And I’ll enjoy every bit of it.
The scene fades as she skips away.
ME!
THE ONE WITH THE CAMERA!
She continues skipping, which is hard to follow with a hurt ankle, until she peaks over at me out of the corner of her eye. She stops in her tracks and tilts her head at me with that ever-so-lovable smile.
OH! HI!
She straightens out her shirt and gets herself “presentable” even though there was nothing wrong with her before. She looks up at the camera with a simple, polite grin.
Sorry, I’m not used to this anymore. I mean I haven’t done one of these since August as I was politely reminded by my not so favorite moldy crumpet of whom I have the oh so delightful pleasure of facing at October Revolution…Kayla Richards.
Her eyes run around in her head, gazing up at the sky, rolling them as she smiles again at her own thought.
Oh to be so naïve again. I wish I had that opportunity Kayla. In some ways I envy you. You have the sister who cares. You’ve got not a care in the world because you truly believe that in your heart of hearts, there is no consequence for your actions. You believe you can be a bad little girl all you want, and nobody will punish you. It’s all in your little fantasy land that you play with Ana and Angel, you think you’re invincible, loved, wanted.
The playful expression on her face turns serious rather quick.
And people call me crazy?
She looks depressed as she shoves her hands into the pockets of her black zip up hoodie. She starts walking down the street, a much better pace for a guy with a bum ankle, and continues on embarking a lesson to the younger Richards.
I wish you could see what the rest of us see Kayla. I hope and…well if I prayed, I would…that one day you won’t be as blind to the world as you currently are; that you’ll find your own little niche.
A few rain drops start to fall, causing her to pull her hood up over her head.
That’s where you and I are different Kayla. That’s where you and seemingly every other Diamond in this division are different…we have a niche. I know I look like the girl who follows her boyfriend, now fiancé, but I have my own agenda in that ring. Ana, Amber, even that goth weirdo Ashley…they all have their own agendas. You’re merely a follower. You can talk of how you’ve learned from the best, how you follow her because she will lead you to the great beyond; how Angel is a God among men because you’re too stupid to see the truth…the same truth that I told Ana she was too stupid to believe, and a win over me doesn’t change it…
HE’S USING YOU ALL!
She takes in a deep breath as if she’s regretting what she’s about to say.
So it all comes down to October Revolution my sweet, English Muffin. I have to show you…as I tried to show Ana…the error of your ways. I have to show you that Angel is not the one to follow, that Ana is not the one to follow. I must embark on you the lessons of a girl who has been through pretty much everything in life. I have to teach you how to forge your own path, to live on your own merits; rather than that of others. You have it in you to be a leader one day Kayla…through tough love, and perhaps a bite of the face…I will show you the way you should be and should have been going…this entire time.
She continues walking as the feed abruptly cuts.
====================
“Reality Check”
Will you come with me?
Of course.
That’s the last time you saw me in a non-wrestling setting. I was with Mike in the backyard, it was before his big match with Angel. He had met with my father, a man I haven’t seen in a long time, since I was a child. A man who abused my mother in drunken fits to the point where she would rather whore out her body than stay with him under a stable roof. He saw me on television, at ringside, cheering on my man and thought it was okay to contact him to get to me. Where the hell does he get off? You want to talk to me…you contact me damn it.
The thoughts of the request were playing through my mind as Mike adored his daughter from afar. I couldn’t handle the questions I was asking myself. There were so many of them one after another after another like a dam being broken and the roaring water rushing through my head. I closed my eyes, pressing them closed hard at the anguish as I got up from the chair.
I’ll be right back.
He didn’t think twice of it. To the best of his knowledge, we had just had a plain old conversation. I wasn’t right though. I didn’t know which way was up. I couldn’t figure out what to say.
Storming up the steps I head for the bedroom and have a seat. As I looked in the mirror I saw my reflection staring back at me. I started to ask myself questions…hoping…praying for an answer.
Do I even want to see him?
Why after twenty-plus years does he want to all of a sudden get back together?
Nothing.
That’s what I felt inside. That’s the answers I got from the reflection in the mirror. I didn’t have the answers, the reflection didn’t have the answers…perhaps…there were no answers? Well, at least no right answers?
As I thought about it some more and went over a few scenarios in my head as I leaned into my hands, shielding my eyes from all around me, something came to me and I looked up into the mirror again.
He’s the one. The only one who can give me any semblance of an answer, the only one who can clarify this situation…is my father.
I stared in the mirror for a few more minutes until I heard the door swinging open and Mike walked into the room.
Is everything okay?
He walked over and had a seat on the bed next to me, waiting, looking for an answer of his own. I ran my hands through my hair, holding it at the back, clearly stressed.
I don’t know. I don’t understand why he wants to meet with me now all of a sudden.
He said he wanted to reconnect. He wanted to get back a piece of what he missed while you were growing up.
I sat there and nodded as my head continued to fill with thoughts.
Why now?
What took so long?
Why didn’t he come to me?
I shut out the thoughts again and blurted out the first question that came to mind.
Why didn’t he try this sooner? Why did he have to wait twenty-something years?
Part of me wanted my father back in my life. I didn’t like growing up without him. As I went to school, and looked around at other little girls, I saw them with their fathers and to a point, I envied them. I wanted that warmth but could never have it. I wanted that love, but never received it.
My head draped down and a tear rolled down my cheek as I thought back to then. Mike saw my reaction and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in, brushing the tear from my cheek.
He wanted to be right. He says he’s been sober now for six years. I really felt like he was sincere.
I collected myself for a minute and nodded.
Okay…let’s…let’s do it. Set it up.
I’ll call him tomorrow.
The scene fades as I rest up against his chest. The warmth, the comfort, it all felt so good.
====================
You see my lovely fiancé sitting on a bench in the park, swinging her legs back and forth. She doesn’t look particularly happy as she stares at the sidewalk in front of her. She looks from side to side and starts talking in a soft, somber tone.
I hate being away. I don’t like not being allowed to wrestle. A couple weeks ago, Angel tried to take that from me. He locked me in a sharpshooter, and he nearly bent me in half. He tried to take from me that of which I absolutely love with all of my cold, black heart.
She looks up at the camera as if she’s looking at Kayla, and even further ahead to Ana Valentine.
Then there’s the two of you. You two gang up on Amber and try to cost her the same thing. You two make me sick. You bicker and you bitch and you gleamandtalkandpraiseoneanothertothepointwhereeveryoneelsejustwantstothrowup!
BLAH!
She mimics puking before sitting back up on the bench.
If there’s one thing I can’t stand in this world it’s prissy bitches who can’t help but pat themselves on the back. It’s two meanies who try to take dear things away from others. To take a title is one thing but to try and hurt someone out of jealousy, spite, or because you can’t beat someone else…cough ANGEL cough, is just disgusting. Then you think about it and you ask yourself…why?
She stands from the bench, holding her hands out to either side.
I mean seriously, why? Because “he” said to? Is it because you’re so-called “God” who couldn’t beat my fiancé one-on-one told you to? FOR CHRIST’S SAKE…STOP BEING A FOLLOWER!
She stomps her feet, jumping up in the air with each and every word she yelled.
I know your sister, I know the bloodlines you come from Kayla and I know you’re better than that. I know that you have the ability to forge your own path, the skills to be better than some aimless follower of a group of brainwashed goofballs. From the bottom…you…to the top…Angel, each and every one of you is brainwashed either by your own delusions, or the delusions preached to you by that piece of crap leader of yours.
She points her finger into her chest.
You can underestimate me all you want Kayla. You can think that my lack of time in that ring lately has formed a bit of rust. You can hope that all of my time off has had some effect on my skills. I am telling you right here and now that your hopes, your prayers, they’ll all be dashed when I stand across that ring from you. There will be nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. I’m coming for you, and when I get you, I’m going to rip your face off. Then I’m going to wrap my body around you and bend your arm until it breaks.
She claps her hands together quickly with a huge smile on her face.
And I’ll enjoy every bit of it.
The scene fades as she skips away.
Well howdy there pardner.