Post by Brooklyn on Mar 20, 2017 0:18:20 GMT
..::Then::..
Childhood memories are a funny thing. It’s nothing like what you see on television. The wavy fade into a filtered image of a happier time just doesn’t really happen; at least not for everyone. See, memories are more like flashes of from a Polaroid camera. One second you’re deciding between the pineapple and mango Greek yogurt and the next you flash back to the image of your tenth birthday party when Billy McKay tried sticking his tongue in your mouth. Flash, Boom, Pow … then its gone and you’re left standing there holding the strawberry yogurt … and you fucking hate strawberry yogurt.
For Brooklyn, memories of her childhood seem almost too happy …unreal and manufactured … they were like … a puppy riding a unicorn across a field of glitter encrusted butterflies kind of happy; and nobody has a childhood that perfect.
But she did. Except for one simple thing, Brooklyn was never left wanting or feeling unloved. Her character was forged in a home of respect and her opinions were taken into consideration, but not in any attempt to placate her … instead to give her ownership and responsibility. ‘Wise beyond her years’ people used to say, ‘She’s like the daughter on that WB show Gilmore Girls’ she used to hear a lot. But comparisons to Rory Gilmore not withstanding, Brooklyn knew that there must have been something wrong with her … after all, why would she be so different from the other kids. Maybe if she were more normal her dad wouldn’t have … well, wouldn’t have run off with that dancer from the Belagio.
..::Now::..
“So you’re going through with this?”
The voice of reason, as the scene opens up, belongs to Brooklyn’s friend Bryce. The newly signed Imperial star Brooklyn Madrox stands at his side staring down at the Diamond in the Rough contract on the table with a pen in her hand ready to do its job
” Of course I am!”
” I don’t want you out there getting hurt.”
” Bryce,” she rolls her eyes at him, “if you had reservations about this, then you should of said no when I asked you to train with me.”
” I did say no! You kept begging me until I finally agreed. ”
” Well that’s your fault, should of held tougher to your stance. ”
” Brooklyn, think about this will ya? ”
” I’ve been thinking about this for two years, this is what I want to do. I didn’t bust my butt doing all those conditioning drills to come here and not sign this contract.”
” You wouldn’t of had to do so many drills if you didn’t sit at home playing video games all the time.”
“Are you two quite done?”
Chase, Bryce’s older brother, looks a little impatient as he stares at Brooklyn about to sign her contract.
”Dude, Chase … come on…..”
“Hey! She’s shown that she has a ton of talent, she’s trained under a former Vegas born and bred world champion, and frankly I think that she can handle more than YOU seem to think. You gotta do what’s best for you, she’s gotta do what’s best for her … and I, frankly, could give a rats ass which way you guys decide. Either way, make a choice before we miss the fucking coming attractions!”
” Yeah listen to your daddy. ”
” Yeah, "son", listen to me.”
“Two things, one – we’re brothers, so if you were my dad I’d be my own uncle …
“That’s weird”
“And two, Dad was a drunk asshole who used to count cards and try to hit on tourists, god rest his soul.
Brooklyn looks from Bryce to Chase, concern written all over her face
” What? Your dad’s not dead. ”
” ….”
“He called you like half an hour ago to wish me luck with that new job I got.”
“it’s a figure of speech, guys.”
“A figure of speech that implies your dad is dead? How long have you been telling people he was dead? What is wrong with you? ”
“Seriously… if I don’t get a seat in the middle, WITH popcorn …”
“Sorry. ”
Brooklyn leans over and signs her name as Bryce sighs. She jumps up in excitement and smiles from ear to ear, giddy at being an official entrant in the IWF tournament.
“Awesome, glad that took a fifteen minutes! Now, as much as I’m looking forward to seeing you in the ring, if you two don’t get your fucking asses in the car I’m going to lose my mind! ”
Bryce, Chase and Brooklyn walk out of the apartment; as Brooklyn turns and sticks her tongue out at Bryce.
“Got your way again huh? ”
“Like there was any doubt”
The voice of reason, as the scene opens up, belongs to Brooklyn’s friend Bryce. The newly signed Imperial star Brooklyn Madrox stands at his side staring down at the Diamond in the Rough contract on the table with a pen in her hand ready to do its job
” Of course I am!”
” I don’t want you out there getting hurt.”
” Bryce,” she rolls her eyes at him, “if you had reservations about this, then you should of said no when I asked you to train with me.”
” I did say no! You kept begging me until I finally agreed. ”
” Well that’s your fault, should of held tougher to your stance. ”
” Brooklyn, think about this will ya? ”
” I’ve been thinking about this for two years, this is what I want to do. I didn’t bust my butt doing all those conditioning drills to come here and not sign this contract.”
” You wouldn’t of had to do so many drills if you didn’t sit at home playing video games all the time.”
“Are you two quite done?”
Chase, Bryce’s older brother, looks a little impatient as he stares at Brooklyn about to sign her contract.
”Dude, Chase … come on…..”
“Hey! She’s shown that she has a ton of talent, she’s trained under a former Vegas born and bred world champion, and frankly I think that she can handle more than YOU seem to think. You gotta do what’s best for you, she’s gotta do what’s best for her … and I, frankly, could give a rats ass which way you guys decide. Either way, make a choice before we miss the fucking coming attractions!”
” Yeah listen to your daddy. ”
” Yeah, "son", listen to me.”
“Two things, one – we’re brothers, so if you were my dad I’d be my own uncle …
“That’s weird”
“And two, Dad was a drunk asshole who used to count cards and try to hit on tourists, god rest his soul.
Brooklyn looks from Bryce to Chase, concern written all over her face
” What? Your dad’s not dead. ”
” ….”
“He called you like half an hour ago to wish me luck with that new job I got.”
“it’s a figure of speech, guys.”
“A figure of speech that implies your dad is dead? How long have you been telling people he was dead? What is wrong with you? ”
“Seriously… if I don’t get a seat in the middle, WITH popcorn …”
“Sorry. ”
Brooklyn leans over and signs her name as Bryce sighs. She jumps up in excitement and smiles from ear to ear, giddy at being an official entrant in the IWF tournament.
“Awesome, glad that took a fifteen minutes! Now, as much as I’m looking forward to seeing you in the ring, if you two don’t get your fucking asses in the car I’m going to lose my mind! ”
Bryce, Chase and Brooklyn walk out of the apartment; as Brooklyn turns and sticks her tongue out at Bryce.
“Got your way again huh? ”
“Like there was any doubt”
..::The Now-Now::..
“This thing on?”
She tucks her hair behind her right ear while her fingers fiddle with the small webcam perched atop her laptop. Looking from the lens to the screen, apparently confident that things were set to her liking, Brooklyn sits back in her chair and smiles calmly into the camera.
“What’s up internet?”
Brooklyn pauses and looks around as though listening to her own theme song as it plays in her mind. Smiling, eyes focused once more on the lens ahead of her she continues.
“I’ve been a fan of this sport for about as far back as I can remember. I mean, I’ve seen all the pay-per-views, been to a couple of shows, I was one of the only people I knew who subscribed to the IWF magazine for the hot minute that it was a thing – I mean, I’ve even got a shelf of wrestling Funco POP!vinyl figures.
Not many people have a Nighthawk from PWX and IWF.
So like I said, I’m a fan. Like, probably everyone else in this company – well, except for Johnny Gillman who, for some reason, still hasn’t done it – I attended wrestling school with the hopes of making it into the ‘big leagues’. I honestly thought I’d end up just doing little local shows at the flea market or in a parking lot somewhere, but then I saw the advertisement on Twitter for this tournament …
… IWF was looking for the next Diamond in the Rough
And then I sat down and I thought, and I thought, and I thought...Want to know what I did after that?
I thought some more.
And then I realized something. Maybe this tournament wasn’t a bad idea.
Sure, I mean I’m not an idiot. I realize that not everyone signing up for this thing is going to be as green as me; but I’ve got a feeling that win or lose, my name is getting out there and this might be the thing that gets me a real contract with Imperial.
And, debuting on Sacrifice in a match like this won’t be so bad after all. All us girls, stuffed into one ring to see who’s left standing … this couldn’t end badly, could it?
See, it’s only a matter of time before the rest of the flying monkeys sound off like unoriginal little mocking birds. Same shit I’ve been hearing since since I was eight. So, while this tournament is the first, actually legitimate, I’ve done … unless you count the efeds that I used to be part of,
SHOUT OUT TO HCW!!
When I signed my name on the dotted I knew that I was just an unknown to the guys putting this tournament on. My headshot didn’t make me look like a post apocalyptic survivor, but there must have been something that they saw in me to even get this chance.
But hey, I don't think you all need sit there and listen to me try and give myself a pep talk. You know what you have to do tomorrow night, and so do I. For the ten of us, this is our time, all eyes will be on that ring and us.
But for one of us, it’ll be the opportunity to stand one step above the others heading into this tournament. This win should silence the critics and naysayers, who by the looks of it have already written most of us not hailing from Resident Evil off.
This match should be pretty simple, I mean, victory is really only a simple toss over ropes right?
Yeah, I’m green, untested, but fundamentally I’m as solid as they come. But we’ll see if ‘solid’ is enough to outlast a group of mouth breathers who probably compare the size of their lady bits to decide who gets the last slice of pizza. But it doesn’t matter who is there in front of me; Yulia Yugoslavia, Patty, Max, or even Ms. Richardson; cute buns or not I won’t hesitate if I have a chance to win this thing.
At the end of the day its all about the tournament, and the shot that follows – the opportunity to not only join IWF full time, but take a chance at the Shieldmaden, whomever it happens to be. But Shieldmaden or not, if there’s one thing I’ve learned by being a fan of this business, of this company, for as long as I have – it’s that now that I’m here, now that I have this opportunity, I’ll be dammed if one of these bitches talks down about this division in front of me.
This industry is all about seizing the moments you’re given, and never apologizing.
Well, my moment starts tomorrow … I’m through listening to whiny Diamonds week in and week out trying to be racy by cutting down this company; whining about being overlooked, cast aside, reduced to nothing but glorified eye candy. Well, I refuse to be cast aside, and I certainly refuse to overlook WHO I am. I may get my ass kicked … regularly … but it isn’t going to stop me.
This is my story, the story of the young girl who grew up in a ‘perfect’ home. The girl who may have looked it, but was never ‘normal’, and always wondered what was so wrong about her. The final chapters are going to read about how she took down nine other chicks on a journey to unseating one of the biggest, baddest, bitches in the world; someone who's held her title for what feels like … an eternity.
There’s no titles on the line this week, no tournament advancement, nothing. This is about proving that not only am I doing it this whole thing my way; but that I'm not gonna back down from any a’yall.
Ladies, I’m going to tear down everything you thought you knew about rookies; all your stereotypes and flippant words … I’m going to tear down your entire legacy and rebuild it in my image ...
… this is the start of my legend.”
Well howdy there pardner.