Post by Alexis Caffrey on Apr 10, 2017 3:35:23 GMT
So I won...but I didn’t at High Stakes…
The scene fades in and we see my beautiful wife sitting on the edge of a stone wall, her feet, covered in Chuck Taylors, dangling forward and back.
I won, but it wasn’t based off of my skill, it was based on that stuck up little bitch showing her true colors and attacking me from behind, and well, that just doesn’t sit well with me. However, I’ll deal with her later, this week is very important to me and anyone who follows IWF personalities on Twitter. This week I #BEATUPFIONA!
She shrugs her shoulders with an innocent smile and roll of the eyes.
I know, I know...it’s simple, but it truly gets the point across. Some though would like to try and dive deeper into this issue. Some would like to use their so-called logic to make this very simple issue so much more complicated and to be honest, I don’t get it.
She sighs, a look of disappointment on her face as she shakes her head from side to side.
You’d think by now, that you all would know that your “logic” doesn’t apply to this little pistol. No, I don’t wait for the trigger to be pulled, I simply go off without a warning and show the world who’s boss, and there’s not a person on this planet who can stop me.
Which leads to the ultimate question, why Fiona McFly? What value do I have in wanting to punch her in the face over and over again, hopefully, until she can’t think enough to put her thumbs to a smartphone keypad?
The answer?
None.
So? Again...why?
The answer is again simple...so simple that your jaws are going to drop and you’re going to realize that this life I live goes not by your rules, but by mine. The answer to the question you ponder, the conundrum you face before you is the same answer my mother would tell me when I was a little girl and wanted some candy off the rack. I’d turn and ask “why” and her answer would be that of many mother’s across the world, “Because”.
I didn’t understand it then, but being an adult myself now, I totally get it and relish being able to use it now. The only difference is, now, I finish the answer. It’s not just because Fione, it’s “Because I can.”
Her bright beautiful smile bursts from her face, a delight sensed washing over her.
I CAN beat up Fiona McFly...I’ve shown it to be so before, but the reason then was so deadly serious, that I don’t think I could really enjoy what it is I was doing; and that boys and girls is the moral of this story...enjoy what you do.
That’s what this little run is all about for me as much as I want you to believe it’s all about punching faces in this giant face punching extravaganza the likes of which nobody has ever seen before. Yes, that’s a part of it, but the other part is the enjoyment of it all.
She points past me.
I want to skip down that ramp in whatever arena we’re in, step through those ropes after carefully, and respectfully wiping my feet on the apron and love every single moment of it. I didn’t have that for a little bit toward the end of my Diamonds Title run. Whether it be the pressure of being champion, or the exceeded schedule, I was just, how do I say it?
Burned out.
I was hurting from places I didn’t even know I had, and it was time to get healthy again. It was time to recharge and love this job again. So I left, and when Mike came back, I figured it was the perfect way to ease my way back in, and now look...I’m teaming with the love of my life, getting ready to punch a couple of opinionated Twitter Warriors in the face, and I’m absolutely ecstatic about it!
She jumps down from the wall, her two feet making a thud against the concrete sidewalk beneath her.
It’s not that I want to hurt Fiona, because once in a blue moon, she actually shows some talent in that ring. There’s other times though where she talks or tweets and it just causes me to want to smack her mouth straight off of her face.
I’ve been campaigning for this match on Twitter for some time, not to make a point in my career, not to advance my career, but to teach a lesson. A lesson that states, the past may in fact be the past, but if you don’t learn from it, it has an ugly way of coming back and biting you in the ass. Between yourself and that unibrow brandishing sidekick Yulia questioning the validity of what I’ve done in this industry, and specifically this company, it’s time to teach the two of you a lesson in respect...I’ll start with you Fiona, and when I’m done, perhaps I’ll take that one match washout friend of yours out back and put her out of her misery once and for all.
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“A Promise Kept”
Growing up the way I did, moving from hotel to hotel, car to car, bus stop to bus stop, I wasn’t exactly afforded many things in life. I’m not ashamed to admit that I was the one who stole a loaf of bread simply to survive. I was the one who while you weren’t looking, yanked that blanket out of a random trunk just to stay warm on a cold winter’s night. I lived life by a code, one I still use to this day, despite the fact that I have the means to get what it is I desire in life.
Back then, as it is now, I live my life with a set of rules. I don’t necessarily abide by the rules of society. I wear short shorts and a cut up t-shirt to the ring for heaven’s sake. I wear jeans and sneakers before I ever wear a dress and heels. I’m so-so at makeup and I’d rather play football than be the cheerleader.
That’s then, and it’s now.
I don’t want to walk red carpets and be in the spotlight, I will if the occasion calls for it, but I’d much rather be sitting at home in a pair of sweatpants and a Ninja Turtles shirt playing Call of Duty or Grand Theft Auto.
The difference between me and many others on the roster, and in life in general is that while they create personas to be known by, and hide behind masks with fake smiles on them, I am exactly who I am whether I’m in front of a bunch of people, or at home alone with my husband.
I...am...me...and I’m proud of that fact.
So when I was sitting in the attic of our house in Cleveland, I found an old box marked “Memories”. It was in my hand writing, and I pulled the other boxes off of it, dragging the cardboard and it’s heavy contents to the ground, dragging it over to a chair. I opened it’s lid and set it aside before grabbing hold of an old scrapbook. I turned it’s first page and saw some pictures of me at a very young age. It was clear that my mother had given me this box, and that I hadn’t even bothered to look at it until now.
I know...I’m a bad daughter...but I’m looking at it now right? RIGHT!?
I flip through and I was surprised at how many pictures I actually had of me when I was younger. I didn’t know that mom had access to a camera do to the poverty stricken way of growing up. I saw a picture of little Alexis, a huge smile on her face, missing a tooth in the front with a pink backpack straddling her shoulders. She had a couple of purple bows in her hair as she was ready to run off to her first day of class that year.
Ahhhhh the good old days. A day where innocence wasn’t a weakness. A day where it couldn’t be twisted against you to make you feel even more vulnerable than you once were.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and a smile came over my face as my love appeared in my line of sight.
There you are. What are you doing up here?
Just looking at some old photos. I don’t even know what brought me up here really...just got curious and started searching.
He walked over and had a seat on the floor. I handed him the photo I was just looking at.
That’s me when I was Britney’s age. I was off to school. I was naive and had no clue what the world had in store for me.
He chuckled, and I questioned what was so funny.
Well, two things...first off, you weren’t naive, you were a little girl. Second, that smile hasn’t changed much over the years...except now you’re not missing a tooth in the front.
I laughed as I flipped through the other pages and came across one of me and the family stray, lying in bed. I had my arms and legs sprawled out in all sorts of directions...I looked like a starfish. The dog, a black pitbull with a white stripe running down the center of his face, was actually awake and stared at my mother as she took the picture. His name was Buster, and if I had some time to tell stories, I certainly would, but that’s another place and another time.
I continued looking and got to the end of the scrapbook and saw a picture of little me, maybe ten years old, sitting on a set of steps at some motel in New Jersey. I had my little face buried in my hands, and to say I didn’t look happy was quite the understatement. I flipped the picture over and looked at the writing on the back of it. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.
I swear to God, she will never feel this way again.
What is it Lexy?
He put his hand on my knee as I did myself to keep the sadness contained. I handed him the photo and he looked at it, then flipped it over and read the inscription. Slowly, he stood from the floor and sank into the chair, causing my to raise up onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.
If that picture isn’t motivation, if you’re not motivation, I don’t know what is. She made herself, and in essence, you a promise to pull you from the despair and she not only kept that promise, she’s exceeded it in every way possible, and she should sure as hell be commended for it.
She is...every single time I think about her.
I stared at the writing on the photo, Mike’s embrace holding me tighter than before. I turned to him.
Can we go see her?
He nodded and the two of us got up from the chair and headed downstairs as the scene fades.
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There’s a tapping sound, Alexis’ foot against the cement under her foot. As the scene fades in, her arms are crossed and she leans up against the brick of a nearby building.
Fiona, there’s nothing guaranteed in this life we live in. I could walk away from this setting right now and get hit by a car crossing the street. Less seriously, I could get injured in the ring, in our match, by your hand, and while it wouldn’t all be your fault, some would blame you as well, but that’s not the point.
She shakes her head.
The point is…
She snaps her fingers.
Just like that, this could all be gone. In one misstep, everything I’ve worked for, and everything I’ve achieved in this industry, one that used to be dominated by men, now shared equally, could be gone. I don’t want my lasting memory to be one of malcontent. I don’t want to see a picture of me holding the Diamonds Title and thinking to myself, “God that smile is fake.”
She looks up to the sky and lets out a deep breath before looking back down at me holding the camera.
Now I don’t want you to get this all wrong. I absolutely loved the Diamonds Title. Holding my baby in my arms is the only second to me being held in the love of my life’s arms, and professionally speaking is at the top of the list.
That’s why I can’t wait to beat thatfilthysluttytramp…
She stops herself mid-sentence. She realizes she’s crossed the line and takes a second to clear her throat and refocus.
I mean...um...Paige Garcia.
Again though, another time and place.
Back to the point, I loved being Diamonds Champion, and all the attention and notoriety I was getting, it was just at the climax of a year’s worth of so much training and so much work that the burnout in this little toothpick of a girl was intense.
The means need to justify the end and vice versa Fiona. It’s something that you’ve never truly been able to grasp and really, it’s quite a shame because like I said, at time, you flash talent, and I’m not stupid enough to ignore that.
You think your way is THE way, and even though people are telling you different, and the results are showing you that’s not the case, you choose to forge forward, butting your nose into other people’s business, talking about things that you yourself aren’t qualified to even speak of.
You sound like a stuck up know it all, almost like a substitute school teacher who knows nothing about the subject but got placed in the class anyway. You expect that because you’re “the teacher” everyone will believe you, and that Fiona is where you’re biggest mistake is.
We all see through your crap. Nobody’s buying...not now, not ever. You remain stuck in your ways and watch people like Paige Garcia pass you by. Hell, by the time you decide “Hmm, everyone is right, time to change.” The new girls in the Diamond In The Rough Tournament will have already jumped ahead of you in line for the grandest prize in the division.
She pushes herself off the wall and leans close to the camera, grabbing it’s sides with both hands.
WAKE UP FIONA! THIS ISN’T A FANTASY LAND...THIS IS REALITY!
And if you’re not quick...you’re gonna get passed by...again...and eventually, written off for what everyone perceives you to be...a hypocritical loser. Is that what you want to remember when it’s all said and done Fiona? Do you want others to say “She could have been great...BUT”?
I hope that’s not what you want...but only you can change that...here’s your shot...but like all the others...I bet you let it pass you by.
She steps out of sight as I turn the camera off.
The scene fades in and we see my beautiful wife sitting on the edge of a stone wall, her feet, covered in Chuck Taylors, dangling forward and back.
I won, but it wasn’t based off of my skill, it was based on that stuck up little bitch showing her true colors and attacking me from behind, and well, that just doesn’t sit well with me. However, I’ll deal with her later, this week is very important to me and anyone who follows IWF personalities on Twitter. This week I #BEATUPFIONA!
She shrugs her shoulders with an innocent smile and roll of the eyes.
I know, I know...it’s simple, but it truly gets the point across. Some though would like to try and dive deeper into this issue. Some would like to use their so-called logic to make this very simple issue so much more complicated and to be honest, I don’t get it.
She sighs, a look of disappointment on her face as she shakes her head from side to side.
You’d think by now, that you all would know that your “logic” doesn’t apply to this little pistol. No, I don’t wait for the trigger to be pulled, I simply go off without a warning and show the world who’s boss, and there’s not a person on this planet who can stop me.
Which leads to the ultimate question, why Fiona McFly? What value do I have in wanting to punch her in the face over and over again, hopefully, until she can’t think enough to put her thumbs to a smartphone keypad?
The answer?
None.
So? Again...why?
The answer is again simple...so simple that your jaws are going to drop and you’re going to realize that this life I live goes not by your rules, but by mine. The answer to the question you ponder, the conundrum you face before you is the same answer my mother would tell me when I was a little girl and wanted some candy off the rack. I’d turn and ask “why” and her answer would be that of many mother’s across the world, “Because”.
I didn’t understand it then, but being an adult myself now, I totally get it and relish being able to use it now. The only difference is, now, I finish the answer. It’s not just because Fione, it’s “Because I can.”
Her bright beautiful smile bursts from her face, a delight sensed washing over her.
I CAN beat up Fiona McFly...I’ve shown it to be so before, but the reason then was so deadly serious, that I don’t think I could really enjoy what it is I was doing; and that boys and girls is the moral of this story...enjoy what you do.
That’s what this little run is all about for me as much as I want you to believe it’s all about punching faces in this giant face punching extravaganza the likes of which nobody has ever seen before. Yes, that’s a part of it, but the other part is the enjoyment of it all.
She points past me.
I want to skip down that ramp in whatever arena we’re in, step through those ropes after carefully, and respectfully wiping my feet on the apron and love every single moment of it. I didn’t have that for a little bit toward the end of my Diamonds Title run. Whether it be the pressure of being champion, or the exceeded schedule, I was just, how do I say it?
Burned out.
I was hurting from places I didn’t even know I had, and it was time to get healthy again. It was time to recharge and love this job again. So I left, and when Mike came back, I figured it was the perfect way to ease my way back in, and now look...I’m teaming with the love of my life, getting ready to punch a couple of opinionated Twitter Warriors in the face, and I’m absolutely ecstatic about it!
She jumps down from the wall, her two feet making a thud against the concrete sidewalk beneath her.
It’s not that I want to hurt Fiona, because once in a blue moon, she actually shows some talent in that ring. There’s other times though where she talks or tweets and it just causes me to want to smack her mouth straight off of her face.
I’ve been campaigning for this match on Twitter for some time, not to make a point in my career, not to advance my career, but to teach a lesson. A lesson that states, the past may in fact be the past, but if you don’t learn from it, it has an ugly way of coming back and biting you in the ass. Between yourself and that unibrow brandishing sidekick Yulia questioning the validity of what I’ve done in this industry, and specifically this company, it’s time to teach the two of you a lesson in respect...I’ll start with you Fiona, and when I’m done, perhaps I’ll take that one match washout friend of yours out back and put her out of her misery once and for all.
*********************************
“A Promise Kept”
Growing up the way I did, moving from hotel to hotel, car to car, bus stop to bus stop, I wasn’t exactly afforded many things in life. I’m not ashamed to admit that I was the one who stole a loaf of bread simply to survive. I was the one who while you weren’t looking, yanked that blanket out of a random trunk just to stay warm on a cold winter’s night. I lived life by a code, one I still use to this day, despite the fact that I have the means to get what it is I desire in life.
Back then, as it is now, I live my life with a set of rules. I don’t necessarily abide by the rules of society. I wear short shorts and a cut up t-shirt to the ring for heaven’s sake. I wear jeans and sneakers before I ever wear a dress and heels. I’m so-so at makeup and I’d rather play football than be the cheerleader.
That’s then, and it’s now.
I don’t want to walk red carpets and be in the spotlight, I will if the occasion calls for it, but I’d much rather be sitting at home in a pair of sweatpants and a Ninja Turtles shirt playing Call of Duty or Grand Theft Auto.
The difference between me and many others on the roster, and in life in general is that while they create personas to be known by, and hide behind masks with fake smiles on them, I am exactly who I am whether I’m in front of a bunch of people, or at home alone with my husband.
I...am...me...and I’m proud of that fact.
So when I was sitting in the attic of our house in Cleveland, I found an old box marked “Memories”. It was in my hand writing, and I pulled the other boxes off of it, dragging the cardboard and it’s heavy contents to the ground, dragging it over to a chair. I opened it’s lid and set it aside before grabbing hold of an old scrapbook. I turned it’s first page and saw some pictures of me at a very young age. It was clear that my mother had given me this box, and that I hadn’t even bothered to look at it until now.
I know...I’m a bad daughter...but I’m looking at it now right? RIGHT!?
I flip through and I was surprised at how many pictures I actually had of me when I was younger. I didn’t know that mom had access to a camera do to the poverty stricken way of growing up. I saw a picture of little Alexis, a huge smile on her face, missing a tooth in the front with a pink backpack straddling her shoulders. She had a couple of purple bows in her hair as she was ready to run off to her first day of class that year.
Ahhhhh the good old days. A day where innocence wasn’t a weakness. A day where it couldn’t be twisted against you to make you feel even more vulnerable than you once were.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and a smile came over my face as my love appeared in my line of sight.
There you are. What are you doing up here?
Just looking at some old photos. I don’t even know what brought me up here really...just got curious and started searching.
He walked over and had a seat on the floor. I handed him the photo I was just looking at.
That’s me when I was Britney’s age. I was off to school. I was naive and had no clue what the world had in store for me.
He chuckled, and I questioned what was so funny.
Well, two things...first off, you weren’t naive, you were a little girl. Second, that smile hasn’t changed much over the years...except now you’re not missing a tooth in the front.
I laughed as I flipped through the other pages and came across one of me and the family stray, lying in bed. I had my arms and legs sprawled out in all sorts of directions...I looked like a starfish. The dog, a black pitbull with a white stripe running down the center of his face, was actually awake and stared at my mother as she took the picture. His name was Buster, and if I had some time to tell stories, I certainly would, but that’s another place and another time.
I continued looking and got to the end of the scrapbook and saw a picture of little me, maybe ten years old, sitting on a set of steps at some motel in New Jersey. I had my little face buried in my hands, and to say I didn’t look happy was quite the understatement. I flipped the picture over and looked at the writing on the back of it. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.
I swear to God, she will never feel this way again.
What is it Lexy?
He put his hand on my knee as I did myself to keep the sadness contained. I handed him the photo and he looked at it, then flipped it over and read the inscription. Slowly, he stood from the floor and sank into the chair, causing my to raise up onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.
If that picture isn’t motivation, if you’re not motivation, I don’t know what is. She made herself, and in essence, you a promise to pull you from the despair and she not only kept that promise, she’s exceeded it in every way possible, and she should sure as hell be commended for it.
She is...every single time I think about her.
I stared at the writing on the photo, Mike’s embrace holding me tighter than before. I turned to him.
Can we go see her?
He nodded and the two of us got up from the chair and headed downstairs as the scene fades.
*********************************
There’s a tapping sound, Alexis’ foot against the cement under her foot. As the scene fades in, her arms are crossed and she leans up against the brick of a nearby building.
Fiona, there’s nothing guaranteed in this life we live in. I could walk away from this setting right now and get hit by a car crossing the street. Less seriously, I could get injured in the ring, in our match, by your hand, and while it wouldn’t all be your fault, some would blame you as well, but that’s not the point.
She shakes her head.
The point is…
She snaps her fingers.
Just like that, this could all be gone. In one misstep, everything I’ve worked for, and everything I’ve achieved in this industry, one that used to be dominated by men, now shared equally, could be gone. I don’t want my lasting memory to be one of malcontent. I don’t want to see a picture of me holding the Diamonds Title and thinking to myself, “God that smile is fake.”
She looks up to the sky and lets out a deep breath before looking back down at me holding the camera.
Now I don’t want you to get this all wrong. I absolutely loved the Diamonds Title. Holding my baby in my arms is the only second to me being held in the love of my life’s arms, and professionally speaking is at the top of the list.
That’s why I can’t wait to beat thatfilthysluttytramp…
She stops herself mid-sentence. She realizes she’s crossed the line and takes a second to clear her throat and refocus.
I mean...um...Paige Garcia.
Again though, another time and place.
Back to the point, I loved being Diamonds Champion, and all the attention and notoriety I was getting, it was just at the climax of a year’s worth of so much training and so much work that the burnout in this little toothpick of a girl was intense.
The means need to justify the end and vice versa Fiona. It’s something that you’ve never truly been able to grasp and really, it’s quite a shame because like I said, at time, you flash talent, and I’m not stupid enough to ignore that.
You think your way is THE way, and even though people are telling you different, and the results are showing you that’s not the case, you choose to forge forward, butting your nose into other people’s business, talking about things that you yourself aren’t qualified to even speak of.
You sound like a stuck up know it all, almost like a substitute school teacher who knows nothing about the subject but got placed in the class anyway. You expect that because you’re “the teacher” everyone will believe you, and that Fiona is where you’re biggest mistake is.
We all see through your crap. Nobody’s buying...not now, not ever. You remain stuck in your ways and watch people like Paige Garcia pass you by. Hell, by the time you decide “Hmm, everyone is right, time to change.” The new girls in the Diamond In The Rough Tournament will have already jumped ahead of you in line for the grandest prize in the division.
She pushes herself off the wall and leans close to the camera, grabbing it’s sides with both hands.
WAKE UP FIONA! THIS ISN’T A FANTASY LAND...THIS IS REALITY!
And if you’re not quick...you’re gonna get passed by...again...and eventually, written off for what everyone perceives you to be...a hypocritical loser. Is that what you want to remember when it’s all said and done Fiona? Do you want others to say “She could have been great...BUT”?
I hope that’s not what you want...but only you can change that...here’s your shot...but like all the others...I bet you let it pass you by.
She steps out of sight as I turn the camera off.
Well howdy there pardner.