Post by The Gardner Effect on Jul 21, 2013 19:20:45 GMT
Author's Note: This is the incomplete RP I had written for my Lineage 2nd piece. My mother's trip to France sidelined me completely, and the whole confusion inside my head with timezones and stuff stopped me from writing this one in time. I hope you like it.
You shouldn't worry about my silence, Jessica. In all seriousness, that's the least you should worry about. And no, this is not another analogy as to how you should worry about all the other things I could do to you, no; I guess the time for the fear imposition is done and over with. But you should know that someone like me doesn't like to stay quiet.
I'll be honest with you, Jess: I've learned to respect you as a wrestler, and I am actually looking forward to our match, from a competitor's viewpoint. Differently from the others, I won't judge you if you like to dress up like Pikachu or reenact scenes from your favorite series like you're the main protagonist. A girl is allowed to dream and play games.
Surprised? I'll assume you are. But, you know, I see a lot of myself in you. A younger myself. Before I had the taste of championship when I began wrestling 7 years ago, I had an incredible disregard for everything serious. I was out there to have fun, kick some ass, make the crowd chant my name - I admit, even in a bit of a greedy, attention-whorish way. But then came my first championship. My first glories. My first accolades. I saw my name written in books and records as one of the people to be watched.
And I guess it corrupted me.
I worked my ass off to become not just "one of the best", but THE best. And it was a long, grueling road till I got there. There are days I even question if I ever reached that place or not. But still, when I look behind me, I see that 22-year-old version of me waving at me, wielding a guitar like she's the main star of a rock concert, ready to slam it into the ground just for the sake of visual effect.
I somehow miss that time. I had no worries, no drive to just win and win and win, I was just out there to have fun, get my face stomped in and find it hilarious just for the sake of having that adrenaline rush eating me from the inside out. But then...
I became a professional.
I'm pretty sure Kathleen can relate. Can't you, Katie? I mean, admit it... It took a rude awakening for you to realize that wrestling isn't all about fun and games. The difference between you and I in this merit is that I found it through glory... You found it through getting your ass kicked.
But it comes down to this, Jessie: exactly because it was such a huge change for me that I hope that it isn't as traumatic for you. You have a heart of gold, and I really hope you keep it for the years to come. Hell, you could even beat me come our next match, and I won't feel ashamed of admitting it to you, simply because you're one hell of a good wrestler. Because, being quite honest, it's not what we do outside of the ring that make what we are inside of it. You're an actress - in the best, litteral sense of the word... I'm a mom, and a former fitness model. It's never stopped me from being the best wrestler that I could be.
But I'll hold you on to something: if you beat me, you had better go all the goddamn way. Because I'm going to bring an unholy amount of fury and passion to the ring, and it's going to take no less than a champion to stop me. So if you happen to defeat me and advance to the finals, you had better do like Freya Kane once did in that other place and go on to win the big one.
I don't take losses to those who are any short from being the BEST.
They say the reconciliation is always the best part of a fight. I can attest to that: after almost a full week of being apart from my husband, we had the greatest night ever. You understand that as you will; all I can say is, man, it felt GOOD.
The morning after was a funny thing. As a playful beam of sunlight bathed my face, I felt like squirming under the blankets, with zero will to actually get up. Upon opening my eyes, I saw Spike was already up, wearing a T-shirt over a long-sleeved shirt. He was doing everything as quietly as he could, so he wouldn't wake me up inadvertently. I know he wasn't surprised when I spoke up, though, given I had the worst zombie-like voice when I opened my mouth - "Going somewhere?"
He smiled at me as he walked around the bed and kissed me. "Good morning, sleeping belle. I'm off to see Christian at the hospital."
I smirked at him. "Off to see... Christian?" I sat up on bed and crossed my arms at him. "What ever happened to the entire Kane versus Gardner family feud, hmm?"
"He's my brother in law, isn't he?" Spike went back to look at himself in the mirror, tapping his short hair done before slapping on a cap. "Also, I broke his nose with a punch for, like, no reason at all, so I guess I owe him an apology."
I watched as Spike dressed up with a mix of admiration and amusement, seeing as how he'd grown up in the mere timespan of a couple of days. "Can I follow you? I mean, I kind of want to talk to Christian too."
"You know, I'm already dressed, I didn't want to waste much time..." Spike jokes, and laughs at me for a couple of seconds. "Just kidding. Go take a shower and we'll go see your brother."
"Awwwwww, can't you just wrap me on them blankets and take me there like luggage?" I stretch my body on bed as he looks at me. I know he was about to speak up, but in the brief moment of silence between his chuckle and whatever was going to come out of his mouth, we heard a noise on the door, like someone was trying to open the main door by spinning a key in its keyhole. "D'you hear something?"
Will be continued as soon as my RPing marathon for other 2 PPVs in other feds end...
You shouldn't worry about my silence, Jessica. In all seriousness, that's the least you should worry about. And no, this is not another analogy as to how you should worry about all the other things I could do to you, no; I guess the time for the fear imposition is done and over with. But you should know that someone like me doesn't like to stay quiet.
I'll be honest with you, Jess: I've learned to respect you as a wrestler, and I am actually looking forward to our match, from a competitor's viewpoint. Differently from the others, I won't judge you if you like to dress up like Pikachu or reenact scenes from your favorite series like you're the main protagonist. A girl is allowed to dream and play games.
Surprised? I'll assume you are. But, you know, I see a lot of myself in you. A younger myself. Before I had the taste of championship when I began wrestling 7 years ago, I had an incredible disregard for everything serious. I was out there to have fun, kick some ass, make the crowd chant my name - I admit, even in a bit of a greedy, attention-whorish way. But then came my first championship. My first glories. My first accolades. I saw my name written in books and records as one of the people to be watched.
And I guess it corrupted me.
I worked my ass off to become not just "one of the best", but THE best. And it was a long, grueling road till I got there. There are days I even question if I ever reached that place or not. But still, when I look behind me, I see that 22-year-old version of me waving at me, wielding a guitar like she's the main star of a rock concert, ready to slam it into the ground just for the sake of visual effect.
I somehow miss that time. I had no worries, no drive to just win and win and win, I was just out there to have fun, get my face stomped in and find it hilarious just for the sake of having that adrenaline rush eating me from the inside out. But then...
I became a professional.
I'm pretty sure Kathleen can relate. Can't you, Katie? I mean, admit it... It took a rude awakening for you to realize that wrestling isn't all about fun and games. The difference between you and I in this merit is that I found it through glory... You found it through getting your ass kicked.
But it comes down to this, Jessie: exactly because it was such a huge change for me that I hope that it isn't as traumatic for you. You have a heart of gold, and I really hope you keep it for the years to come. Hell, you could even beat me come our next match, and I won't feel ashamed of admitting it to you, simply because you're one hell of a good wrestler. Because, being quite honest, it's not what we do outside of the ring that make what we are inside of it. You're an actress - in the best, litteral sense of the word... I'm a mom, and a former fitness model. It's never stopped me from being the best wrestler that I could be.
But I'll hold you on to something: if you beat me, you had better go all the goddamn way. Because I'm going to bring an unholy amount of fury and passion to the ring, and it's going to take no less than a champion to stop me. So if you happen to defeat me and advance to the finals, you had better do like Freya Kane once did in that other place and go on to win the big one.
I don't take losses to those who are any short from being the BEST.
They say the reconciliation is always the best part of a fight. I can attest to that: after almost a full week of being apart from my husband, we had the greatest night ever. You understand that as you will; all I can say is, man, it felt GOOD.
The morning after was a funny thing. As a playful beam of sunlight bathed my face, I felt like squirming under the blankets, with zero will to actually get up. Upon opening my eyes, I saw Spike was already up, wearing a T-shirt over a long-sleeved shirt. He was doing everything as quietly as he could, so he wouldn't wake me up inadvertently. I know he wasn't surprised when I spoke up, though, given I had the worst zombie-like voice when I opened my mouth - "Going somewhere?"
He smiled at me as he walked around the bed and kissed me. "Good morning, sleeping belle. I'm off to see Christian at the hospital."
I smirked at him. "Off to see... Christian?" I sat up on bed and crossed my arms at him. "What ever happened to the entire Kane versus Gardner family feud, hmm?"
"He's my brother in law, isn't he?" Spike went back to look at himself in the mirror, tapping his short hair done before slapping on a cap. "Also, I broke his nose with a punch for, like, no reason at all, so I guess I owe him an apology."
I watched as Spike dressed up with a mix of admiration and amusement, seeing as how he'd grown up in the mere timespan of a couple of days. "Can I follow you? I mean, I kind of want to talk to Christian too."
"You know, I'm already dressed, I didn't want to waste much time..." Spike jokes, and laughs at me for a couple of seconds. "Just kidding. Go take a shower and we'll go see your brother."
"Awwwwww, can't you just wrap me on them blankets and take me there like luggage?" I stretch my body on bed as he looks at me. I know he was about to speak up, but in the brief moment of silence between his chuckle and whatever was going to come out of his mouth, we heard a noise on the door, like someone was trying to open the main door by spinning a key in its keyhole. "D'you hear something?"
Will be continued as soon as my RPing marathon for other 2 PPVs in other feds end...