Post by Lizzy Dalmon on May 8, 2017 4:04:29 GMT
Things aren't going as planned…
I really thought I was helping my sister, protecting other girls from her. Sure, it's been months since she attacked anyone, but I'm not sure how long that will last. The lack of success has her very angry.
She wanted girls that would fight back, not kick her ass and win. I don't know why I suggested professional wrestling, especially the premiere company in the world. That's my mistake and someone is going to end up paying for it.
It doesn't help that no one will train her properly. No one thinks she's worth their time. It might be time to pull the plug on the whole thing. If I do that then someone is going to get really hurt.
I won't let that someone be Lizzy.
She is my reason for living…
Landon puts the pen down on his wooden desk and closes his journal. He decides to check on his sister to see if she's alright.
He checks her room but she's nowhere in site. Landon then gets a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He thinks he knows where she is. He hopes he's wrong.
He makes his way to one to their hidden room. It's the one that, for the past few months has served as the home to the blonde Lizzy caught him with.
It's been more like a prison.
It's the perfect place. No one has even been asking about her. Sure, there have been missing persons reports, but nothing ties her to the Dalmons.
Landon reveals a hidden keypad and types in his access code. A door opens and he steps inside.
Lizzy: Landon?
She knows it's him. They are the only two who know about the existence of the room, outside a very trusted individual who watches over the girl when they are away.
Lizzy: I don't think you should come in here.
Landon: Why not Lizzy? Is she alright?
The girl is only there because he couldn't keep it in pants. What was he supposed to do when Lizzy had been denying him for so long.
Landon: Lizzy, what happened?
The more appropriate question would be, Lizzy what did you do? Landon holds out hope his sister isn't too blame.
Lizzy: I killed her.
As he looks down at the girl blood is everywhere. Lizzy herself is covered in it. Landon just stares, he feels sorry for the girl. All the times he has used her the past few months caused him to develop an attachment.
Lizzy: Did you hear me brother? I killed her!
He snaps out of it.
Lizzy: She had it coming. Don't think I didn't know about the two of you.
Landon: I'm sorry…
Lizzy: Not as sorry as she was. She begged for forgiveness as I beat her. When I repeatedly smashed her head into the ground it was a mercy killing.
Landon looks down and notices his sister's handiwork. Easy to see on the girl's always naked body. She reached the point of angry he never wanted her to.
Landon: You didn't have to kill her…
Lizzy: Didn't I? You needed to be punished. You didn't have permission.
He wants to stand up to her, but knows she is right.
Landon: How are we supposed to dispose of the body? Keeping her here was one thing but we've never had to deal with something like this.
Lizzy gets up from her position kneeled next to the girl. She stands before her brother. Even covered in another woman's blood she still looks beautiful.
Lizzy: I was hoping you'd take care of it yourself.
She didn't even have to ask.
Landon: I'll figure it out.
She reaches in giving him a hug. He is now covered in blood but he doesn't care. Lizzy smiles knowing that her brother is now involved. As she pulls away Landon goes for a kiss. She ignores him.
Lizzy: What would I ever do without you brother?
She begins to undress, leaving her clothes behind. It's evidence her brother will take care of. She catches her brother staring. She expected it.
Lizzy: Oh and brother, since you're doing me this favor, I'll do one for you. Seems like you could use a release. She's all yours.
Lizzy walks out of the room closing the door behind her. Landon kneels down next to the girl.
Landon: I'm so sorry…
He cups her breast. It looks like she'll serve him in death as she did in life.
I'm getting pretty tired with the way things are going in the Imperial Wrestling Federation. I came here to do them a favor and I keep getting mistreated.
Wherever I go in the world, I'm always the main attraction. Everywhere but the IWF. They treat me just like everyone else, and it isn't fair.
I should be treated better than everyone else. I'm a Dalmon, I deserve it.
I shouldn't be jumping through hoops like the Iron Maiden. I should be rewarded just by showing up. If people want to think of me as an entitled brat, than entitle me.
Until then…
I'll bitch and moan to anyone who will listen. That's how it works right? Cry to the right people and wait to be rewarded? The Diamonds act more like how they think I am than the realize. All without the money to back them up.
People see me as nothing but a pretty face. I'm beautiful, the best looking by far.
People see me as nothing but rich. I have more wealth than the rest of them could dream of.
People see me as an easy target…
No excuses. But if there was a trainer out there who wasn't intimidated by me, I'd me mopping the ring with you girls.
I beat Ashley Mastrangelo when it mattered. She was your beloved has been.
I've even beaten the next chosen sow, Pandora Freeman.
Both of them are jokes in my world. In the IWF the real world doesn't apply. It's time to make the IWF mine is well.
Who's really going to stop me?
Alexis Caffrey?
Seems kind of strange that someone as decorated as her would even bother with me. Yet, she wants to see if I'm as good as I say I am.
Why?
In the scheme of things I've accomplished nothing. What could she possibly gain by stepping in the ring with me?
Nothing.
She sees me as a pushover, an easy victory to pad her stats. I'm quickly learning that's all anyone will see me as. I have to fight twice as hard because of who I am.
These bitches don't want to hand me respect on a silver platter, so I've got no choice but to take it.
So Alexis, are you hoping for that easy win? Something to add to an already impressive resume?
Could it be something else?
Despite my varied success in the IWF, do you see me for the force I'll become? Do you want to stomp me out before my fire gets going?
Of course not!
You're just like every girl. You want attention.
I get more attention than I can handle being me. You wrestler girls have to settle for cat calls from beer swilling pigs. Appealing I'm sure.
That's what you want isn't it?
The reaction of the crowd. The I remember you feeling. When wrestling is life, it's no fun when it leaves you behind.
I bet you're finding it really hard to be a member of the IWF Hall of Fame class of 2016, especially in 2017.
Ashley Mastrangelo wasn't able to use me as a springboard back to relevance and neither will you.
Whatever past you've had matters very little to me. I know that when I don't give the ladies before me proper due that people get their panties in a bunch.
I have no reason to care about the past when I'm the future. I'm not going to swoon over past achievements like some fangirl. I've got plenty of my own.
I don't do envy.
Alexis, I'm the future of this business. I'm not giving up without a fight. I'll continue to tell you all I'm more than what you think.
Go enjoy your retirement. Isn't that what being in the hall of fame means? I guess you and all the others never got the memo.
Just do yourself and everyone a favor and stay away.
Perhaps you can write a book and inspire a whole new generation of Alexis Caffreys. There is no one here left to inspire. If anyone says otherwise they're lying to your face.
If you're here to fight just to prove you still belong, I'll think you'll learn really quick that the Diamonds division has changed. It's better than ever before. Pretty soon you and all you championships and accomplishments will fade away.
I'll be the brightest Diamond of them all!
You want to see if I'm as good as I say I am?
Be careful what you wish for Alexis. You just might get it.
You'll fade away, but Dalmons are forever!
Well howdy there pardner.