Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2015 7:03:28 GMT
[The video begins with a still of the evening skyline of the city of Chicago.
It then cuts to an L train rushing by on the overhead suspended track with thick cement columns for support. It finally then fades into a shot of two green intersection signs of Greene and Telfair. It begins to fade out and then re-emerge on Sydney LaRoux-Ojeda as she sits on the corner of that intersecting street. Her brilliant blonde hair hanging down one side of her shoulder while most of her face is concealed by the darkness and a black and white Sox hat cocked to the left side. Her butt is parked on the curb with her knees bent to her chest, a cigarette in one hand with her arm stretched out over her knees. In the other hand is a sheet of white paper. She ashes the cigarette now as the camera pans in closer. ]
Most of you don’t know me, so first let me explain..
I am just a girl from Chicago.
Burnt out, used up, and most definitely faded away.
[Her head seems to lower and her eyes close as she speaks those words.]
A part-time wrestler.
A lover.
A mother.
The epitome of what is obscure.
A nobody where somebody once was.
That somebody people called, “The Deviant“.
When I started wrestling I went straight up the fucking ladder. Shooting stars didn't shine as bright as I did. I rode it hard and put everything I had into it; both physically and emotionally. I became in the span of a year and half what people do this their entire lives for.
[Sydney seemed to lift her head and stare into the camera as she spoke to those beyond who would listen to her. They needed to know what she was bringing to the table. She knew they needed to see a part of her that not many people saw. The raw Chicago kid.]
I held up my end of one of the most impressive aerial tag-teams that indy wrestling circuit had ever seen.
I was a multi-time Canadian Legacy Champion.
I fought in the first ever recreated Tai Pei match.
I bruised, busted up, and broke myself in ways to create memories that will last forever.
I would go as far as to say that I was one of the most feared female competitors in the league I was in.
[She chuckles a bit and then it fades again.]
But with all those earned honors, came something else too; something called responsibilities.
Being 20 years old with the world at your feet, you don’t get to look ahead to the future. You just do what you are told to do for business and before you know it, you are 27, broke as a joke, and no longer infamous.
[Sydney let her head turn to the side as people walk down the street behind her now and then. She looks forlorn as she thinks of the glory days she had seen in her career at one time. Her words continue on with a jagged tilt of her head and then her eyes return back to the cigarette in her hand. She looks to the vice as if it were almost dirty to be doing it so openly.]
Fame.
That shit is an elusive beast.
But it isn’t something real.
It’s a mirage that lets you see yourself as something who matters to people.
The same people who eventually forget about you.
But most of you probably already know that. Or maybe you don't.
[Her hand moves up and the cherry red end of her cigarette grows brighter in a sharp inhale of her Newport. She lowers her head and she glances to the page in her hand as the smoke is snorted out of her nose like a restless dragon.]
Just like most of you can look at the 60 year old me’s and you’s of this business that are either dying of heart failure, or are broken both physically and financially. Did they stop ever think that the ride would stop and they would have to face the grim reality that what we do to ourselves always takes a toll?
No probably not.
You pay the piper.
You move on.
Because you do what you love and chase this life forever, right?
[She smiles with a short glance up from the white page]
Right.
[She would turn the page to the camera and it is clearly shown as a wrestling contract to the Imperial Wrestling Federation.]
Forever is a mighty long time.
It is even longer when you take the wrong bump and get the raw end of a botched move.
And Lord knows I have taken my fair share of both.
So as I sit here I am asking myself if I still want it.
The answer is no.
[She growls to the camera now.]
I -NEED- it.
Do I need it because I want to feel relevant?
Do I need it to feed my ego?
Or, is it for the “fame“ again?
[She shakes her head in the negative and she pulls the hood up over the top of her Sox hat.]
Nah.
I need it for my kids.
I need it because I know what it feels like to have the money run out.
I know what it feels like to be hungry.
Not for material things..
But the actual physical pain of hunger and the need to ease it.
[Sydney takes another drag of her cigarette and keeps that downcast look to the paper in her hand. She appears to be seriously considering it among other things.]
I’m back at square one with an Imperial Fighting Federation contract here my hand.
But honestly, I have been hustling on the streets so long now that I don’t even understand 9 to 5 work.
Am I ready to sign this and start over again after my last time?
I have did everything I could think of to stay out of the game but it has a way of pulling me back. I’m convinced that won’t ever change.
[Sydney pulls from her hoodie pocket a pen and she shifts the page against her leg. She stares at the dotted line for a few seconds before she scrolls away her name.]
But change is the law of life.
Imperial Wrestling Federation..
Expect me.
Well howdy there pardner.