Post by Alexis Caffrey on May 8, 2017 4:44:30 GMT
245 days…
As the scene comes to and you can only wonder what it is you’re about to see, the answer is actually quite more realistic than you wanted to imagine. My wife, staring at her prized possession, a championship...THE championship as it pertains to the Diamonds Division. Unlike some organizations, the IWF has the money to give each champion their own replica belt before passing the title on to the next champion. There’s a huge smile on her face as she taps the glass.
For 245 days, with a month in between, I held the Diamonds Championship on two separate occasions. Hell I won an Iron Maiden to get it the first time.
She taps the glass again.
Don’t worry little girl, you’ll have a playmate soon, I promise.
She turns from the glass case toward me and the camera.
Oh look, it’s the shiny recording box, broadcasting me to the world. Hold on.
She pulls her braids tighter, and straightens her shirt, brushing herself off before prepping up and even adding a slight jump to her step.
Okay, READY!
I zoom out a bit and she’s ready to go.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been trying really hard to get myself back in the game. I got in that ring with the love of my life and when we beat up Steve and Mandi, I gained something that I had lost for a bit...an itch as it were.
She starts scratching her arm.
I scratch and I scratch, and just when I think I have the urge suppressed, Paige walks into the picture, carrying my baby around, waving it in my face like a drink to an alcoholic and…
She bends at the knees, her eyes rolling toward the top of her head, clearly feeling an ecstasy that only a few can truly describe. She starts shaking her hands at the wrist, then jumps around in a circle just thinking about the day she’ll be able to hold that championship in her hands again.
OOOOOOOOOhhhhh I just couldn’t help myself. I tried oh so hard, but in the end, I succumbed to my vice and I challenged that raging bitch and just when I thought I could get the better of her, I get attacked after the match.
And now?
She throws her hands in the air, a loud slapping sound as they come down and smack her thighs.
Now my baby is being held from me and I’ll do anything in my power to get it, and if that means I have to beat little blonde bimbos like Lizzy Dalmon...well...that’s just what I’ll have to do.
She points to the camera.
Which brings me to little Miss Rich Bitch.
She waves her hand throughout the air, staring up at it with a glee in her eye.
After alllllll I’ve done in this company, and you think I want a match with YOU to gain worldwide exposure.
Pfft.
If I wanted worldwide exposure, I’d have a crappy password on my phone and take some nude photos.
She shakes her head.
No, no, no, little stuck up girl, what I want with you is a chance to show you how a real woman competes inside that ring. Heck, you couldn’t even win an Iron Maiden. If anything, I’m giving you worldwide exposure to a business that I love, to a company I’ve ascended through with my own blood, sweat, and tears. This is your chance to show the world that you’re not just some stuck up, silver spoon, live off of mommy and daddy’s money girl that perceptions say you are.
She points to the camera again.
YOU had a huge opportunity and you allowed it to pass you by. You have another opportunity again, and I hope you take it more seriously, because to be honest Lizzy...if you don’t, and another opportunity passes you by...you’ll never be taken seriously again. Your words will ring hollow in the ears of all who listen. Your ambitions and your goals will all be greeted with a nod of the head and a “Yeah...okay.” mentality.
She shrugs her shoulder with a chuckle.
I mean...if they’re not already. You talk the talk Lizzy, but your problem is the same as the likes of Crystal Millar, or a Mercedes Vargas...that’s all you do, and there’s not a single time you’re truly backed it up.
She rolls her eyes to the side, clearly no longer kidding around.
So, here’s the chance I’ve been talking about all along Lizzy. This is your chance to prove that you’re not the next Crystal, or Mercedes. This is your chance to show the world that you can back up words from which you speak. Try hard Lizzy...try really hard.
Otherwise…
It’ll be a Kiss Goodnight for you...and another win for me.
***********************************
“Having Fun?”
I had just finished hitting Paige with a Kiss Goodnight. I got her...again. I innocently stepped down from the Gorilla position into the corridors of the Savage Arena, skipping through the halls until I got to the dressing room that me and my husband were sharing for the evening. I pushed the door open and saw him sitting with his feet kicked up on the couch in the room, looking at me upside down.
Well...that was interesting.
No...that was fun.
He rotated on the couch, getting to his feet with a smile on his face.
For you...maybe. Not so much for Paige.
Since when did her opinion really matter?
Well, you two were friends before all of this.
I nodded. He was right. Perhaps I should have felt worse about what I did, maybe even remorseful about my plans going forward. I thought about it for a moment and then shook my head.
That’s true...we were. However, knowing how much I love holding that Diamonds Title in my hands, perhaps she shouldn’t have waived it in my face like she did. Being a friend, she shouldn’t have spit on everything I did for her when she was just starting out. I didn’t have to pick her and her sister. I could have picked anyone, but I chose them.
He nodded, moving in, wrapping his hands around my shoulders.
I know what you did for them. Remember, I was there...well…”there”.
He said it with a smile.
Yes, yes you were, for every second, and every video call. So you know that she shouldn’t have rubbed that in my face like that.
He nodded.
You’re absolutely right. She shouldn’t have tempted you back. She shouldn’t have raised your curiosity, she shouldn’t have given you...the itch. Now you’re back, and you want what she has, and knowing you, as I do, and as she does, we both know, hell the whole world knows that you’ll stop at nothing to get it. Which means…
He sighed which caused me to look at him with a curious look.
Which means what?
Which meeeans...she’ll be eating a lot of knees to the face...hope her jaw is reinforced.
The two of us laugh as he hugs me.
Now hurry up, take your shower, and lets hit the road. We have a two hour drive ahead of us.
I nodded and went on to do as asked as the scene fades.
***********************************
As the scene fades in, there’s a giggle, near laughter, cascading throughout the audible airspace. As the video catches up, you see my lovely wife standing in front of a garden she attends to on her days off.
They’re beautiful aren’t they?
She turns to the camera.
I try really hard to keep my garden colorful and alive, just like my personality. I look at them today, and a different vibe comes over my body. I look at these flowers, and I think of who I’m facing at Sacrifice, and a quaint coincidence just happens to snap to mind.
She squares up with the camera.
There’s a popular television show on, you might have heard of it, but due to some restraints, I can’t say it by name...don’t want to get sued or anything. Anyway, it deals with some zombies, and a group of survivors. They go throughout Georgia and throughout the seasons we see loveable characters come and go.
One character in particular comes to mind with some striking similarities to my opponent this coming Sacrifice, and it all starts with the name...Lizzy...though she spelled it differently, it still applies.
She points into the camera.
Not only do the two of you have the same pronunciation of your name...you’re both highly delusional and a little...well...that word I don’t like to use.
You see, the Lizzie on the show thought that the zombies were just sick people. She thought they deserved to be fed, and deserved names. She even went as far as to kill her own little sister to prove her point.
She points toward the camera again.
You believe you’re some hot shot around here just because your family has a little money. You think it means power, and you failed at your goal to become Iron Maiden...maybe to prove your point? I don’t really know, but go with me here.
The adults on the show looked after Lizzie despite her flaws. They tried to talk her out of her own beliefs, and in the end, that just didn’t work.
She sprawls her hands out in front of her, creating a landscape of sorts.
Here in the IWF, there was nobody to talk you down, but perhaps, we all thought a loss in the Iron Maiden would make you think twice...and in the end...it didn’t work.
She turns back to the garden.
On this show, there’s a strong woman, tasked with raising these girls. She was strong willed and did what she had to do for the betterment of the group...her name was Carol. In our little re-enactment here Lizzy...I’ll be Carol.
Like Carol in the show, I’ve realized that you’ve gone past the point of realizing what the rest of the world is trying to tell you. You’re wrong, and though we all know it, apparently there’s no words to describe it to you.
So...here...in my city...Cleveland, I’m going to take you out to the flowers Lizzy. I’m going to tell you to look at the flowers, and just like Carol in the television show...I’m going to put you out of your misery.
She turns back to the camera.
No more will we have to hear about the powerful Dalmons. No longer do we have to listen to you talk yourself up only to fail miserably at everything you try. It’s you and me, and I promise you little girl...there’s no escape from your fate.
You will lose to me, because I’m better than you and have proven it throughout my time here in the IWF. So as you’re looking up at the lights, the only thing you’ll hear whispering in your unconscious ear is…
Just look at the flowers Lizzy...just look at the flowers.
She smacks her hands together.
BOOM!
The end…
The scene abruptly comes to an end.
As the scene comes to and you can only wonder what it is you’re about to see, the answer is actually quite more realistic than you wanted to imagine. My wife, staring at her prized possession, a championship...THE championship as it pertains to the Diamonds Division. Unlike some organizations, the IWF has the money to give each champion their own replica belt before passing the title on to the next champion. There’s a huge smile on her face as she taps the glass.
For 245 days, with a month in between, I held the Diamonds Championship on two separate occasions. Hell I won an Iron Maiden to get it the first time.
She taps the glass again.
Don’t worry little girl, you’ll have a playmate soon, I promise.
She turns from the glass case toward me and the camera.
Oh look, it’s the shiny recording box, broadcasting me to the world. Hold on.
She pulls her braids tighter, and straightens her shirt, brushing herself off before prepping up and even adding a slight jump to her step.
Okay, READY!
I zoom out a bit and she’s ready to go.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been trying really hard to get myself back in the game. I got in that ring with the love of my life and when we beat up Steve and Mandi, I gained something that I had lost for a bit...an itch as it were.
She starts scratching her arm.
I scratch and I scratch, and just when I think I have the urge suppressed, Paige walks into the picture, carrying my baby around, waving it in my face like a drink to an alcoholic and…
She bends at the knees, her eyes rolling toward the top of her head, clearly feeling an ecstasy that only a few can truly describe. She starts shaking her hands at the wrist, then jumps around in a circle just thinking about the day she’ll be able to hold that championship in her hands again.
OOOOOOOOOhhhhh I just couldn’t help myself. I tried oh so hard, but in the end, I succumbed to my vice and I challenged that raging bitch and just when I thought I could get the better of her, I get attacked after the match.
And now?
She throws her hands in the air, a loud slapping sound as they come down and smack her thighs.
Now my baby is being held from me and I’ll do anything in my power to get it, and if that means I have to beat little blonde bimbos like Lizzy Dalmon...well...that’s just what I’ll have to do.
She points to the camera.
Which brings me to little Miss Rich Bitch.
She waves her hand throughout the air, staring up at it with a glee in her eye.
After alllllll I’ve done in this company, and you think I want a match with YOU to gain worldwide exposure.
Pfft.
If I wanted worldwide exposure, I’d have a crappy password on my phone and take some nude photos.
She shakes her head.
No, no, no, little stuck up girl, what I want with you is a chance to show you how a real woman competes inside that ring. Heck, you couldn’t even win an Iron Maiden. If anything, I’m giving you worldwide exposure to a business that I love, to a company I’ve ascended through with my own blood, sweat, and tears. This is your chance to show the world that you’re not just some stuck up, silver spoon, live off of mommy and daddy’s money girl that perceptions say you are.
She points to the camera again.
YOU had a huge opportunity and you allowed it to pass you by. You have another opportunity again, and I hope you take it more seriously, because to be honest Lizzy...if you don’t, and another opportunity passes you by...you’ll never be taken seriously again. Your words will ring hollow in the ears of all who listen. Your ambitions and your goals will all be greeted with a nod of the head and a “Yeah...okay.” mentality.
She shrugs her shoulder with a chuckle.
I mean...if they’re not already. You talk the talk Lizzy, but your problem is the same as the likes of Crystal Millar, or a Mercedes Vargas...that’s all you do, and there’s not a single time you’re truly backed it up.
She rolls her eyes to the side, clearly no longer kidding around.
So, here’s the chance I’ve been talking about all along Lizzy. This is your chance to prove that you’re not the next Crystal, or Mercedes. This is your chance to show the world that you can back up words from which you speak. Try hard Lizzy...try really hard.
Otherwise…
It’ll be a Kiss Goodnight for you...and another win for me.
***********************************
“Having Fun?”
I had just finished hitting Paige with a Kiss Goodnight. I got her...again. I innocently stepped down from the Gorilla position into the corridors of the Savage Arena, skipping through the halls until I got to the dressing room that me and my husband were sharing for the evening. I pushed the door open and saw him sitting with his feet kicked up on the couch in the room, looking at me upside down.
Well...that was interesting.
No...that was fun.
He rotated on the couch, getting to his feet with a smile on his face.
For you...maybe. Not so much for Paige.
Since when did her opinion really matter?
Well, you two were friends before all of this.
I nodded. He was right. Perhaps I should have felt worse about what I did, maybe even remorseful about my plans going forward. I thought about it for a moment and then shook my head.
That’s true...we were. However, knowing how much I love holding that Diamonds Title in my hands, perhaps she shouldn’t have waived it in my face like she did. Being a friend, she shouldn’t have spit on everything I did for her when she was just starting out. I didn’t have to pick her and her sister. I could have picked anyone, but I chose them.
He nodded, moving in, wrapping his hands around my shoulders.
I know what you did for them. Remember, I was there...well…”there”.
He said it with a smile.
Yes, yes you were, for every second, and every video call. So you know that she shouldn’t have rubbed that in my face like that.
He nodded.
You’re absolutely right. She shouldn’t have tempted you back. She shouldn’t have raised your curiosity, she shouldn’t have given you...the itch. Now you’re back, and you want what she has, and knowing you, as I do, and as she does, we both know, hell the whole world knows that you’ll stop at nothing to get it. Which means…
He sighed which caused me to look at him with a curious look.
Which means what?
Which meeeans...she’ll be eating a lot of knees to the face...hope her jaw is reinforced.
The two of us laugh as he hugs me.
Now hurry up, take your shower, and lets hit the road. We have a two hour drive ahead of us.
I nodded and went on to do as asked as the scene fades.
***********************************
As the scene fades in, there’s a giggle, near laughter, cascading throughout the audible airspace. As the video catches up, you see my lovely wife standing in front of a garden she attends to on her days off.
They’re beautiful aren’t they?
She turns to the camera.
I try really hard to keep my garden colorful and alive, just like my personality. I look at them today, and a different vibe comes over my body. I look at these flowers, and I think of who I’m facing at Sacrifice, and a quaint coincidence just happens to snap to mind.
She squares up with the camera.
There’s a popular television show on, you might have heard of it, but due to some restraints, I can’t say it by name...don’t want to get sued or anything. Anyway, it deals with some zombies, and a group of survivors. They go throughout Georgia and throughout the seasons we see loveable characters come and go.
One character in particular comes to mind with some striking similarities to my opponent this coming Sacrifice, and it all starts with the name...Lizzy...though she spelled it differently, it still applies.
She points into the camera.
Not only do the two of you have the same pronunciation of your name...you’re both highly delusional and a little...well...that word I don’t like to use.
You see, the Lizzie on the show thought that the zombies were just sick people. She thought they deserved to be fed, and deserved names. She even went as far as to kill her own little sister to prove her point.
She points toward the camera again.
You believe you’re some hot shot around here just because your family has a little money. You think it means power, and you failed at your goal to become Iron Maiden...maybe to prove your point? I don’t really know, but go with me here.
The adults on the show looked after Lizzie despite her flaws. They tried to talk her out of her own beliefs, and in the end, that just didn’t work.
She sprawls her hands out in front of her, creating a landscape of sorts.
Here in the IWF, there was nobody to talk you down, but perhaps, we all thought a loss in the Iron Maiden would make you think twice...and in the end...it didn’t work.
She turns back to the garden.
On this show, there’s a strong woman, tasked with raising these girls. She was strong willed and did what she had to do for the betterment of the group...her name was Carol. In our little re-enactment here Lizzy...I’ll be Carol.
Like Carol in the show, I’ve realized that you’ve gone past the point of realizing what the rest of the world is trying to tell you. You’re wrong, and though we all know it, apparently there’s no words to describe it to you.
So...here...in my city...Cleveland, I’m going to take you out to the flowers Lizzy. I’m going to tell you to look at the flowers, and just like Carol in the television show...I’m going to put you out of your misery.
She turns back to the camera.
No more will we have to hear about the powerful Dalmons. No longer do we have to listen to you talk yourself up only to fail miserably at everything you try. It’s you and me, and I promise you little girl...there’s no escape from your fate.
You will lose to me, because I’m better than you and have proven it throughout my time here in the IWF. So as you’re looking up at the lights, the only thing you’ll hear whispering in your unconscious ear is…
Just look at the flowers Lizzy...just look at the flowers.
She smacks her hands together.
BOOM!
The end…
The scene abruptly comes to an end.
Well howdy there pardner.