Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 15:55:31 GMT -5
Few things haunt me in my life. The ghosts of my past are few and far between, I am not one to focus on my failures or mistakes. But Eric Price, changes all that... I am haunted by, Eric. Not just the pin-fall held over me, but by every single action taken against me since I came back to the company. This is not about the last few weeks, this extends beyond that. When people look into our hatred, their view is hindered by their lack of understanding.
There are no skeletons hiding in my closet, I can hold my head high and know that my want... my desire... my need, for your pain, your blood... Is understandable. have taken my time, I have waited... But I have not lain. There is no rest for the wicked, this is true and in that same hand, there is no rest for those who starve to avenge the wrongs of the wicked.
Eric Price is my goal, he is the witch in the gingerbread house baiting me in... He is the masked maniac chasing me in the dark halls of my nightmares... He is the cackling crow haunting my very thoughts... And it ends now.
This is not the ramblings of uneducated masses... This is not some kid trying to make a name for themselves by creating a story where there is none.
This is history. And this is personal!
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
Samuel Johnson
"May 21, 2013 at 9:57pm
The following documents were obtained by WCF.com via anonymous source:
Court Documents:
I, Eric Price, do swear that the following is true to the best of my knowledge so help me God:
I am a co-worker of Ana Valentine in the Wrestling Championship Federation. I have been employed by said organization for well over 18 months and in the time I've been there, I have never seen someone as erratic, as unstable as Ana Valentine. In the few months I've seen her, I've found that she seems to have this obsession, this need for intercourse ... I am no expert but I would classify her as a nymphomaniac to say the least. Her mood and demeanor swings to extremes on a dime for seemingly minor issues and from the time I've observed her, I can honestly say that she seems to have developed a crush ... no, that would be understating it, it's more of an unhealthy obsession with Sarah Twilight seeming to constantly worship her every whim and move.
She also seems to have some sociopathic qualities in that she likes to use people for her own ends and she shows constant delusions and suffers from a nagging habit of pathological lying as she can never seem to form a coherent story and always likes to say whatever is necessary to suit her own world view, whatever that may be. I have often suggested that she seek some psychiatric help only to be rebuked by her and her colleagues in Genesis as sticking my nose in her business. I ... I just do it because I honestly care about her well-being and would like to see her be an upstanding citizen in the world. "
Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent then the one derived from fear of punishment.
Mahatma Gandhi
"August 4, 2013
Eric Price: YOU Ana Valentine ... you are a nothing but a cancer on my company! You promote no ethics and absolutely no morals to speak of! Even now, you stand there so intoxicated that I would be surprised if you could spell your own name! You are an absolute disgrace and embarrassment.
Eric steps forward, stepping into Ana’s space, braving the smell of the liquor in order to make his point. He regards her again, looking her up and down very slowly he shakes his head.
Eric Price: My God ... look at you ... YOU'RE PATHETIC! You should be ashamed of yourself. I am ashamed to call you an employee... Mark my words Ana Valentine – Should you continue down this path of immorality and lewd behavior, you may find yourself in the gutter for good. And just so you know, I would love it if only because you'd prove me right and this is all because Sarah Twilight didn't love you now isn't it?
Ana pushes up against Eric, getting right into his space, she narrows her eyes and stares him down, the alcohol not enough to take her complete off her game, she mutters something under her breath so foul and full of expletives it wouldn’t be air-able had the camera’s caught it
Ana then raises her hand and slaps the taste right out of Eric’s mouth, she laughs slightly as she does this. As drunk as she may appear to be, her aim is not affected and she strikes him clear across the cheek."
“Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.”
? Voltaire.
"The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if instead of being so close beside him, it were at a distance.
Who, and what are you? Scrooge demanded.
I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Long Past? inquired Scrooge: observant of its dwarfish stature.
No. Your past. "
Ana Valentine sits straight upright in her bed, curls escaping her ponytail swirl about her head and stick to her forehead and neck where small beads of sweat are forming. Her chest rises and falls at an exaggerated pace as though she is attempting to swallow her fear. Ana drags one hand down her face slowly as she sighs, coming to realize she is awake and in her bedroom, the sigh turns to one of relief. As she shifts to look over at the alarm clock, she rolls her shoulders back, stretching slightly.
Ana then slowly slips out from under the white cotton sheet, her lean tanned form dressed in a pink tank top and matching boy shorts. Her bare feet pad across the plush carpet as she reaches the light and switches it on, she squints in the bright light for a moment, blinking several times to adjust her eyes she leans against the wall and fans herself with one hand, at a small attempt to cool down.
She grabs at the loose curls with her spare hand and wraps them around the band at the top of her head, attempting to make as much of her form as bare as possible, to escape the suffocating heat. Suddenly her eyes dart to one side, as though she has seen or heard something. Ana slowly walks over to the bay doors, which are locked tightly and pulls back one curtain, glancing out into the pre-dawn sky.
Ana spins around on the spot, as if hoping to catch someone out; when she is met by empty space she frowns and cocks her head to one side. After a few seconds, she walks slowly back across the room, allowing the curtain to drop closed behind her.
Ana Valentine: Great Ana, you're officially losing it....
Ana walks over to her old bucket chair, dropping the stacks of papers onto the table, she slips into the chair and yawns softly, stretching her arms out. Ana leans her head back on the chair and watches the curtain dance on the breeze.... After a few seconds she frowns and jumps up, remembering that the door is locked and there cannot possibly be any breeze.
A loud, piercing scream escapes Ana's mouth almost before her eyes confirm what they see. Stood aside the blowing curtain, his mouth sewn almost entirely shut and his eyes blank and empty, as though he had been lobotomized, stands the waivering form of Buzzsaw Bundy. He is almost entirely transparent and his form almost blows on the breeze he himself is creating.
Ana Valentine: What.... the... actual... fuck?!
Buzzsaw Bundy slowly starts to open his mouth, the thick black stitches pull at the flesh around his lips and he groans slightly as he completes the action.
Buzzsaw Bundy: I am the ghost of Valentine's Past!
Ana rubs at her eyes, as though trying to rub the crazy out of them. She sighs slightly when, she pulls her hands away and the etheral figure of Buzzsaw Bundy is still present before her. Ana takes one step towards his form and makes as though to poke his chest, her finger passes straight through the air and again she shrieks with a panicked tone, jumping back and shaking her head.
Ana Valentine: Yeah, great time to give up drinking.... Buzz..... That's not, it can't be you... for one thing you aren't DEAD!
Buzzsaw Bundy laughs slightly, a deep throaty chuckle as he shakes his head slowly. Bundy steps out from the curtain and it almost immediately stops blowing. Ana catches her breath, resting one hand on her thigh, she is bent forward slightly as though calming her own heart. Ana was not sure why, but she felt strangely drawn to the ghostly figure wearing the face of Buzzsaw Bundy.
Buzzsaw Bundy: Would you shut me out so quickly Ana? Is it not enough that I have come to you with visions of your past.... Visions from which you can and will learn? What more from me do you desire, for me to be as desirable?
Ana Valentine: Be it the ghost of my past or Buzzsaw Bundy himself... There is no part of me that has any desire of you....
Buzzsaw laughs again, that same deep throated chuckle that sounds almost mocking in the dead still of the night. He takes a heavy step forward, Ana moves as though to jump back as if on instinct, but then refrains and allows his touch. As the cold ghostly feel of his fingertip presses to Ana's temple, her eyes jump wide open and all she can see, is no longer the room where she stands.
"It would have been in vain for Scrooge to plead that the weather and the hour were not adapted to pedestrian purposes; that bed was warm, and the thermometer a long way below freezing; that he was clad but lightly in his slippers, dressing-gown, and nightcap; and that he had a cold upon him at that time. The grasp, though gentle as a woman's hand, was not to be resisted. He rose: but finding that the Spirit made towards the window, clasped his robe in supplication."
Ana Valentine looks around the packed, buzzing courtroom with narrowed eyes. She feels confused and uncertain, as though it were not just a memory, but a scene in which she can interact, but not change. Stood in the back towards the doors, she watches as Eric Price sits in witness box, giving his statement, Despite herself, anger begins to build in Ana, her blood boiling in her veins as she recalls the memory. The lies spill from Eric's lips like the venemous snake that he is. Ana watches the recalled version of herself, sat with her defense team, her head hanging low, as though she should feel shame.
Another weak point being taken advantage of, it seemed like Eric had always made plays to destroy her, even before she gave him reason to target her, before anything had really passed between them, he had made efforts to take her out, desimate her career.
Ana watches as the corporeal form of Buzzsaw Bundy rises to take the stand, as he stands in the witness box, taking his oath, Ana tries to scream at herself to stop as she watches the memory version of herself begin to argue with her counsel. As Bundy begins to recite his prepared statement, Ana slaps her attorney acorss the face, disarming him long enough to jump across the table. The entire court seems to gasp in one breath, as the memory form Ana is grabbed and restrained by the Bailiff, the judge states the 24hr hold ruling as memory Ana is grabbed to the back.
Buzzsaw Bundy: Your temper is your biggest weakness Ana....
Ana Valentine shrieks, grabbing her own chest as she jumps at the sounds of the etheral Buzzsaw who is now standing right beside her. Aware of her own anger, Ana takes a moment to calm down before rounding on the ghostly form with a controlled look on her face.
Ana Valentine: My temper drives me, it gives me the passion and the strength to do the impossible, to take down men ten times bigger than me. My temper is not a weakness, it is a strength, I am not weak.... NOTHING about me is.....
The spirit releases that laugh again, the laugh that is beginning to grate on her, as though it should belittle her somehow. Bundy nods slowly and turns to her, placing his cold fingertip to her forehead once more.
"The Spirit gazed upon him mildly. Its gentle touch, though it had been light and instantaneous, appeared still present to the old man's sense of feeling. He was conscious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares long, long, forgotten."
The rotting stench of alcohol burns Ana's nose as she finds herself backstage at Slam! not so long ago. The stitches on Buzzsaw Bundy's lips look a little tighter, as though the spirit itself does not wish to disclose information before it is due. Ana narrows her eyes slightly, as she watches a form of herself stumble down the hall. Ana cannot help but cast her eyes down in a moment of shame, as she recalls the circling of the drain she found herself caught in, when she lent her soul to the Satanist and the Puppet Master, Scott Savage.
Buzzsaw makes a grunting type noise and Ana turns and looks to her left, spotting Eric Price walking down the hallway, he and her memory form about to collide. Ana laughs slightly and shakes her head, turning on her heel, she looks up at the wavvering form of Bundy.
Ana Valentine: What am I supposed to learn from this one? I quit drinking already... And I sure as hell don't regret slapping the taste out of Eric's mouth...
Buzzsaw remains silent, his eyes looking past Ana and on the scene playing out before them. Ana sighs and looks over her shoulder, watching the argument play out again before her.
Eric Price: YOU Ana Valentine ... you are a nothing but a cancer on my company
As the words ring through Ana's head, she feels the anger rise inside her once again. Without thinking, her fists clench, her jaw tightening as she all but grinds her teeth to control the rage. Ana turns fully to face Eric, watching the rest of the memory play out, as Eric is struck across the face, Ana waits for her anger to fade, but it doesn't. Ana takes a couple of steps toward the memory, she watches silently as Eric walks away, rubbing his cheek.
Ana spins back on her feet to face Bundy and holds up a hand with a smirk, as she does so, she realizes the stitches are tighter still upon his lips and he cannot say a word.
Ana Valentine: My temper is not a weakness... My anger, is not a weakness.... Why are you showing me all of this?! It means nothing! I am not the person that I was when this happened, I am not even close to the person that I was back in that courtroom either! I've changed, i've morphed... I get it, but I don't get the point of this little drag down nightmare lane......
Buzzsaw shrugs slightly with a smile, his lips bound too tight to even laugh, as he raises his hand to press his fingertip to Ana's forehead once again, Ana sighs and shakes her head, her eyes shooting shut as the fingertips ghostly cold touches her flesh.
"They went, the Ghost and Scrooge, across the hall, to a door at the back of the house. It opened before them, and disclosed a long, bare, melancholy room, made barer still by lines of plain deal forms and desks. At one of these a lonely boy was reading near a feeble fire; and Scrooge sat down upon a form, and wept to see his poor forgotten self as he used to be."
I cannot go back to who I used to be, there are no time machines... Everything is fixed in place once it has passed and we leave it there for a reason. Should I want to be what I once was? Haunted by spirits of a different nature and lost within the twisting maze of my own mind... I think more of myself now than I ever did, I know more of myself now that I ever had.
There are always changes, there are always lessons to be learned. But, until we let go of the past, it will not let go of us. We must make the choice to change, to let it lie.... I am not ready yet, there is one more step on this journey before I can let my past lie. Call it retribution, call it Karma, call it blood lust.... I don't care.
Eric Price will pay for all that he has done and in doing so, perhaps he will regret the actions he is yet to do. Some people are evil, it is inherrent, mixed into their blood like molten lava inside the volcanic rock... Eric Price, will say that he is the best interest of the people, that he is fair and understanding. He turns those words into jokes... Into lies.... Into a trick of the mind.
Time's up, the past is catching up with me.... And when I lie Eric Price flat out in a mask of his own blood, with him, I lie to rest all of the hate and pain from our past.
“The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.”
? Rachel Vincent
"Eric slams Ana hard into the wall back first, Ana pushes forward, her face right close to his as she pushes back against him, as she does this though, he catches her face in his hand and kisses her!
Zach Davies: What.. wait... WHAT?!
Erin Robbins: Eric is simply congratulating Ana on making the right choice....
Ana's hands are caught between them, so the struggle she can make with her shoulders against the kiss, is still going on! A couple of annoyed protest noises escape between their lips as she even tries to pull her knee up and low blow him, but can't quite reach. Eric shifts slightly, freeing one of his own hands...
Zach Davies: Oh My God! Did he just grab her...
Erin Robbins: NO! How dare you insinuate that!"
“Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.”
? T.S. Eliot
"Now, being prepared for almost anything, he was not by any means prepared for nothing; and, consequently, when the Bell struck One, and no shape appeared, he was taken with a violent fit of trembling. Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour went by, yet nothing came. All this time, he lay upon his bed, the very core and centre of a blaze of ruddy light, which streamed upon it when the clock proclaimed the hour; and which, being only light, was more alarming than a dozen ghosts"
A loud, almost agrny buzzing noise pulls Ana from her slumber. As she tries to stretch out and reach the alarm clock, she is met with the resistant sides of the bucket chair. As if just realizing she has woken and it back in her home, she sits straight upright, throwing her feet down onto the carpet with a thump. Ana stands slowly, running excessively at her eyes, as though expecting to see a different scene when she is finished.
Ana walks over to the bay windows, which are securely locked and have rays of warm sunlight bursting through and onto the thick curtains, which are still and drawn closed. Ana opens the curtain slowly, expecting every inch of space as she pulls them back, as though expecting to see something behind them. She sighs with utter relief and pulls the curtains all the way back with some "oomph!".
As the warm sunlight hits her face she smiles and half closes her eyes, stretching out like a cat, extending and warming her limbs with a soft sigh. Leaving her completely off guard for the noise that comes from behind her.
Billy: HooWeee Miss Ana I was npot expecting to see quite so much of you soo early!
Ana shrieks in a less terrified, more jumpy feminine way and turns around with a small jump, only to narrow her eyes at the ghostly, wavy, transparent-ish form of Billy sitting on her bed. Ana walks over to the bedroom door and retreieves a little pink silk robe, sliding it over she shoulders, she ties it tightly at the waist and looks back to Billy once more.
The parts of Billy she is used to are slightly exaggerated, his smile is a good few times bigger than what it would normally be and his general air is pleasant and excited, but at the same time, it is still obvious that it is not really Billy, simply another form of Ana's psyche slipping itself into the form of someone she is used to seeing..... or a ghost 'borrowing' his form, but that would be ridiculous!
Ana Valentine: What... Billy, what are you doing here?
Billy: I am the ghost of Valentine's present!
Ana Valentine: You all realize it's not Christmas right?! It's Sep-Fucking-Tember!!
Billy laughs slightly and nods his head as Ana sighs and rolls her eyes, turning slightly she sits down on the bed next to Billy, before dropping her head into her waiting hands. Ana shakes her head in her hands and sighs a couple of times.
Billy: Uh, Ana... You worried about your match with Eric.... Cause we aint gonna let him put his hands on you like that again, me and John we're..
Ana quickly sits upright and holds up a hand to silence Billy, one last, long, exhapserated sigh escapes her lips before she turns to face him, resting an arm on his shoulder so she is closer to him than just side-by-side.
Ana Valentine: Worried? No.... Sick of waiting? Yes! Eric thinks that he can get away with whatever the hell he wants because he owns the place.... But he forgets, I am under his skin... As much as I hate him, as much pain as I want to inflict.... As inside my head as he may be, I am there, in his, TEN-fold! Eric put his hands on me outside of the ring and for that, he is going to pay.... There is no doubt in my mind about that.... But this is match, is about so much more than me just taking Eric apart piece by piece and watching with sick enjoyment when he shows up for his wedding looking like Frankenstein put him back together a'la Humptty Dumpty!
Billy looks a little confused as Ana smiles and then half laughs, before slipping off the bed. She walks over to the bucket chair and slides back into it, Billy follows slowly behind her and takes a seat in the matching chair to the side of Ana. She picks up a few sheets of the paper and a couple of the magazines on the table between them, she flicks through the wrestling magazine and lies it down open on the table, pointing specifically too the crowd.
Billy: I don't get it....
Ana Valentine: It's about them, about the people who show up week in week out and scream their heads off for us... The fans Billy! There was a time when I was in the heart and home of every WCF fan worldwide and I threw all of that away.... But I wont make the same mistake again.. Eric doesn't only represent himself, he represents every single person in the last six months who has melded and manipulated me! People like Eric are all about greed.... No wonder he is marrying Sarah! They don't have a gasp of love between them!!!
Billy laughs slightly and begins to fade out, becoming more transparent. Ana glances up for a moment and spots this, relief flashes over her face with a small smile as she continues to explain to the ever fading spirit before her.
Ana Valentine: I want to represent all that I am now... After this week, Eric will be in the past and he will stay there where he belongs... Know why? Because he might think he has this all wrapped up, yeah he has a pin count over me, but that isn't what counts.... I am 100% focused on destroying Eric... It is all that I think about, I dream about the feel of his blood flowing between my fingers.... I have never, in all my time on this earth, wanted to inflict pain so desperately as I want to this week.... It isn't about a pin fall, it isn't about that one moment of luck.... Know what it is about? Him, bloody and broken and begging for me to stop... And who knows, I just might not.
When Ana glances up again, Billy is already gone. The sounds of birds singing and people starting their day begins to filter through the bay doors. Ana slowly stands, stretching with a yawn as she does so. As she reaches the bathroom door, she glances back over her shoulder and frowns at the now empty seats, before disappearing behind the doors.
"Scrooge looked about him for the Ghost, and saw it not. As the last stroke ceased to vibrate, he remembered the prediction of old Jacob Marley, and lifting up his eyes, beheld a solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a mist along the ground, towards him."
We cannot know where we are going, but we can know what lies ahead on the paths we choose to take. Where we have been and where we stand now, can only relfect so far into where we are going. Things will chase you and snip at your heels, the green of jealousy will turn your friends to monsters that hinger for your flesh, for your success.... But all you have to do is keep going.
I have learned to keep going, I have learned that where I am going is now so much more important than where I have been. And one man, just one man, stands in my way, he stops me from being all that I can be and he takes every moment that passes through the sands of my life and distorts them into nightmares, into hate, into something it should never be!
Eric Price is not sorry, for anything he has done, but I will make him sorry, for all that he is about to do... I am the nails on the chalkboard in your brain... I am the thing that stalks you in the shadows Eric. I am the cool breeze that makes your hairs stand on end and I am the nightmares creeping through the night.
I will go where I need to go and sink to where I must sink to destroy you, because at the end of it all, I can pull myself back out, I can be all that I know I was supposed to be and I will be able to look myself in the eye and love what I see.
Tell me.... Can you say the same?
Of all that is good, sublimity is supreme. Succeeding is the coming together of all that is beautiful. Furtherance is the agreement of all that is just. Perseverance is the foundation of all actions.
Lao Tzu
"Ghost of the Future!" he exclaimed, "I fear you more than any spectre I have seen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me?"
It gave him no reply. The hand was pointed straight before them.
"Lead on," said Scrooge. "Lead on. The night is waning fast, and it is precious time to me, I know. Lead on, Spirit."
Ana steps out of the shower, a plush fluffy towel wrapped around her form as she retreives a brush from the side of the sink and turns to the mirror to begin brushing her hair. Ana slowly runs the hairbrush through her hair and she stares right into her own eyes, her eyes are hard and focused with an angry intent, but at the same time, soft and calm, decided. Briefly, she sighs softly and closes her eyes, holding the brush still.
Ana Valentine: I am bound, within your shackles,
in a love that shall be the death, of life,
you are tormenting me.
and sickly laughter falls upon, the ears of babes
who can not see,
where light is banished from the dark,
and pain is only of the mind.
they can not dismiss the way you look, with eyes to drawn to feel, drowning in the midst,
of knowing.
when love is only cuffs and chains,
I stay to hurt a little more
and jealous smiles rip at clothes,
of hearts and souls too lost now.
and i should know, of how you are,
but learning with a blind eye seems too easy,
when deafening the eyes of others is so simple.
how can i deny that you are holding me,
drag me with you into dark,
rape me of my innocence, i don't want to feel,
cut.
I am drowning in my love for you, which you discard,
like children with a doll,
i ma used and thrown, broken limbs will shed no tears,
when upon me they look, and see my hair is faded,
though i have not seen the sun.
and glass eyes are missing,
when you saw how, they reflected you.
and lips are dry and bleeding, voice is lost,
mouths are not for using now,
and the shackles that once held me,
are rot and gone, empty.
but still I sit here waiting, expectant.
and child's screams will not wake me,
while you find another love,
for i am lying here alone, together with you, i am lost.
blind babes with mouths to soft.
are deaf on the ears of me.
Ana slowly opens her eyes, but her reflection is not alone in the mirror, beside it is the smug smile of Eric Price, whose near silent laughter fails to mock her.
Eric Price: What are you blabbering about?
Ana Valentine: Oh nothing, just a little ode to your demise......
Ana slams the mirrored door all the way shut as she turns and walks out of the bathroom, leaving all ghosts in her wake, behind her.
"In his agony, he caught the spectral hand. It sought to free itself, but he was strong in his entreaty, and detained it. The Spirit, stronger yet, repulsed him.
Holding up his hands in a last prayer to have his fate aye reversed, he saw an alteration in the Phantom's hood and dress. It shrunk, collapsed, and dwindled down into a bedpost."
“And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.”
? Libba Bray
There are no skeletons hiding in my closet, I can hold my head high and know that my want... my desire... my need, for your pain, your blood... Is understandable. have taken my time, I have waited... But I have not lain. There is no rest for the wicked, this is true and in that same hand, there is no rest for those who starve to avenge the wrongs of the wicked.
Eric Price is my goal, he is the witch in the gingerbread house baiting me in... He is the masked maniac chasing me in the dark halls of my nightmares... He is the cackling crow haunting my very thoughts... And it ends now.
This is not the ramblings of uneducated masses... This is not some kid trying to make a name for themselves by creating a story where there is none.
This is history. And this is personal!
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
Samuel Johnson
"May 21, 2013 at 9:57pm
The following documents were obtained by WCF.com via anonymous source:
Court Documents:
I, Eric Price, do swear that the following is true to the best of my knowledge so help me God:
I am a co-worker of Ana Valentine in the Wrestling Championship Federation. I have been employed by said organization for well over 18 months and in the time I've been there, I have never seen someone as erratic, as unstable as Ana Valentine. In the few months I've seen her, I've found that she seems to have this obsession, this need for intercourse ... I am no expert but I would classify her as a nymphomaniac to say the least. Her mood and demeanor swings to extremes on a dime for seemingly minor issues and from the time I've observed her, I can honestly say that she seems to have developed a crush ... no, that would be understating it, it's more of an unhealthy obsession with Sarah Twilight seeming to constantly worship her every whim and move.
She also seems to have some sociopathic qualities in that she likes to use people for her own ends and she shows constant delusions and suffers from a nagging habit of pathological lying as she can never seem to form a coherent story and always likes to say whatever is necessary to suit her own world view, whatever that may be. I have often suggested that she seek some psychiatric help only to be rebuked by her and her colleagues in Genesis as sticking my nose in her business. I ... I just do it because I honestly care about her well-being and would like to see her be an upstanding citizen in the world. "
Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent then the one derived from fear of punishment.
Mahatma Gandhi
"August 4, 2013
Eric Price: YOU Ana Valentine ... you are a nothing but a cancer on my company! You promote no ethics and absolutely no morals to speak of! Even now, you stand there so intoxicated that I would be surprised if you could spell your own name! You are an absolute disgrace and embarrassment.
Eric steps forward, stepping into Ana’s space, braving the smell of the liquor in order to make his point. He regards her again, looking her up and down very slowly he shakes his head.
Eric Price: My God ... look at you ... YOU'RE PATHETIC! You should be ashamed of yourself. I am ashamed to call you an employee... Mark my words Ana Valentine – Should you continue down this path of immorality and lewd behavior, you may find yourself in the gutter for good. And just so you know, I would love it if only because you'd prove me right and this is all because Sarah Twilight didn't love you now isn't it?
Ana pushes up against Eric, getting right into his space, she narrows her eyes and stares him down, the alcohol not enough to take her complete off her game, she mutters something under her breath so foul and full of expletives it wouldn’t be air-able had the camera’s caught it
Ana then raises her hand and slaps the taste right out of Eric’s mouth, she laughs slightly as she does this. As drunk as she may appear to be, her aim is not affected and she strikes him clear across the cheek."
“Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.”
? Voltaire.
Part One. The Ghosts of Valentine's Past.
"The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if instead of being so close beside him, it were at a distance.
Who, and what are you? Scrooge demanded.
I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Long Past? inquired Scrooge: observant of its dwarfish stature.
No. Your past. "
Ana Valentine sits straight upright in her bed, curls escaping her ponytail swirl about her head and stick to her forehead and neck where small beads of sweat are forming. Her chest rises and falls at an exaggerated pace as though she is attempting to swallow her fear. Ana drags one hand down her face slowly as she sighs, coming to realize she is awake and in her bedroom, the sigh turns to one of relief. As she shifts to look over at the alarm clock, she rolls her shoulders back, stretching slightly.
Ana then slowly slips out from under the white cotton sheet, her lean tanned form dressed in a pink tank top and matching boy shorts. Her bare feet pad across the plush carpet as she reaches the light and switches it on, she squints in the bright light for a moment, blinking several times to adjust her eyes she leans against the wall and fans herself with one hand, at a small attempt to cool down.
She grabs at the loose curls with her spare hand and wraps them around the band at the top of her head, attempting to make as much of her form as bare as possible, to escape the suffocating heat. Suddenly her eyes dart to one side, as though she has seen or heard something. Ana slowly walks over to the bay doors, which are locked tightly and pulls back one curtain, glancing out into the pre-dawn sky.
Ana spins around on the spot, as if hoping to catch someone out; when she is met by empty space she frowns and cocks her head to one side. After a few seconds, she walks slowly back across the room, allowing the curtain to drop closed behind her.
Ana Valentine: Great Ana, you're officially losing it....
Ana walks over to her old bucket chair, dropping the stacks of papers onto the table, she slips into the chair and yawns softly, stretching her arms out. Ana leans her head back on the chair and watches the curtain dance on the breeze.... After a few seconds she frowns and jumps up, remembering that the door is locked and there cannot possibly be any breeze.
A loud, piercing scream escapes Ana's mouth almost before her eyes confirm what they see. Stood aside the blowing curtain, his mouth sewn almost entirely shut and his eyes blank and empty, as though he had been lobotomized, stands the waivering form of Buzzsaw Bundy. He is almost entirely transparent and his form almost blows on the breeze he himself is creating.
Ana Valentine: What.... the... actual... fuck?!
Buzzsaw Bundy slowly starts to open his mouth, the thick black stitches pull at the flesh around his lips and he groans slightly as he completes the action.
Buzzsaw Bundy: I am the ghost of Valentine's Past!
Ana rubs at her eyes, as though trying to rub the crazy out of them. She sighs slightly when, she pulls her hands away and the etheral figure of Buzzsaw Bundy is still present before her. Ana takes one step towards his form and makes as though to poke his chest, her finger passes straight through the air and again she shrieks with a panicked tone, jumping back and shaking her head.
Ana Valentine: Yeah, great time to give up drinking.... Buzz..... That's not, it can't be you... for one thing you aren't DEAD!
Buzzsaw Bundy laughs slightly, a deep throaty chuckle as he shakes his head slowly. Bundy steps out from the curtain and it almost immediately stops blowing. Ana catches her breath, resting one hand on her thigh, she is bent forward slightly as though calming her own heart. Ana was not sure why, but she felt strangely drawn to the ghostly figure wearing the face of Buzzsaw Bundy.
Buzzsaw Bundy: Would you shut me out so quickly Ana? Is it not enough that I have come to you with visions of your past.... Visions from which you can and will learn? What more from me do you desire, for me to be as desirable?
Ana Valentine: Be it the ghost of my past or Buzzsaw Bundy himself... There is no part of me that has any desire of you....
Buzzsaw laughs again, that same deep throated chuckle that sounds almost mocking in the dead still of the night. He takes a heavy step forward, Ana moves as though to jump back as if on instinct, but then refrains and allows his touch. As the cold ghostly feel of his fingertip presses to Ana's temple, her eyes jump wide open and all she can see, is no longer the room where she stands.
"It would have been in vain for Scrooge to plead that the weather and the hour were not adapted to pedestrian purposes; that bed was warm, and the thermometer a long way below freezing; that he was clad but lightly in his slippers, dressing-gown, and nightcap; and that he had a cold upon him at that time. The grasp, though gentle as a woman's hand, was not to be resisted. He rose: but finding that the Spirit made towards the window, clasped his robe in supplication."
Ana Valentine looks around the packed, buzzing courtroom with narrowed eyes. She feels confused and uncertain, as though it were not just a memory, but a scene in which she can interact, but not change. Stood in the back towards the doors, she watches as Eric Price sits in witness box, giving his statement, Despite herself, anger begins to build in Ana, her blood boiling in her veins as she recalls the memory. The lies spill from Eric's lips like the venemous snake that he is. Ana watches the recalled version of herself, sat with her defense team, her head hanging low, as though she should feel shame.
Another weak point being taken advantage of, it seemed like Eric had always made plays to destroy her, even before she gave him reason to target her, before anything had really passed between them, he had made efforts to take her out, desimate her career.
Ana watches as the corporeal form of Buzzsaw Bundy rises to take the stand, as he stands in the witness box, taking his oath, Ana tries to scream at herself to stop as she watches the memory version of herself begin to argue with her counsel. As Bundy begins to recite his prepared statement, Ana slaps her attorney acorss the face, disarming him long enough to jump across the table. The entire court seems to gasp in one breath, as the memory form Ana is grabbed and restrained by the Bailiff, the judge states the 24hr hold ruling as memory Ana is grabbed to the back.
Buzzsaw Bundy: Your temper is your biggest weakness Ana....
Ana Valentine shrieks, grabbing her own chest as she jumps at the sounds of the etheral Buzzsaw who is now standing right beside her. Aware of her own anger, Ana takes a moment to calm down before rounding on the ghostly form with a controlled look on her face.
Ana Valentine: My temper drives me, it gives me the passion and the strength to do the impossible, to take down men ten times bigger than me. My temper is not a weakness, it is a strength, I am not weak.... NOTHING about me is.....
The spirit releases that laugh again, the laugh that is beginning to grate on her, as though it should belittle her somehow. Bundy nods slowly and turns to her, placing his cold fingertip to her forehead once more.
"The Spirit gazed upon him mildly. Its gentle touch, though it had been light and instantaneous, appeared still present to the old man's sense of feeling. He was conscious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares long, long, forgotten."
The rotting stench of alcohol burns Ana's nose as she finds herself backstage at Slam! not so long ago. The stitches on Buzzsaw Bundy's lips look a little tighter, as though the spirit itself does not wish to disclose information before it is due. Ana narrows her eyes slightly, as she watches a form of herself stumble down the hall. Ana cannot help but cast her eyes down in a moment of shame, as she recalls the circling of the drain she found herself caught in, when she lent her soul to the Satanist and the Puppet Master, Scott Savage.
Buzzsaw makes a grunting type noise and Ana turns and looks to her left, spotting Eric Price walking down the hallway, he and her memory form about to collide. Ana laughs slightly and shakes her head, turning on her heel, she looks up at the wavvering form of Bundy.
Ana Valentine: What am I supposed to learn from this one? I quit drinking already... And I sure as hell don't regret slapping the taste out of Eric's mouth...
Buzzsaw remains silent, his eyes looking past Ana and on the scene playing out before them. Ana sighs and looks over her shoulder, watching the argument play out again before her.
Eric Price: YOU Ana Valentine ... you are a nothing but a cancer on my company
As the words ring through Ana's head, she feels the anger rise inside her once again. Without thinking, her fists clench, her jaw tightening as she all but grinds her teeth to control the rage. Ana turns fully to face Eric, watching the rest of the memory play out, as Eric is struck across the face, Ana waits for her anger to fade, but it doesn't. Ana takes a couple of steps toward the memory, she watches silently as Eric walks away, rubbing his cheek.
Ana spins back on her feet to face Bundy and holds up a hand with a smirk, as she does so, she realizes the stitches are tighter still upon his lips and he cannot say a word.
Ana Valentine: My temper is not a weakness... My anger, is not a weakness.... Why are you showing me all of this?! It means nothing! I am not the person that I was when this happened, I am not even close to the person that I was back in that courtroom either! I've changed, i've morphed... I get it, but I don't get the point of this little drag down nightmare lane......
Buzzsaw shrugs slightly with a smile, his lips bound too tight to even laugh, as he raises his hand to press his fingertip to Ana's forehead once again, Ana sighs and shakes her head, her eyes shooting shut as the fingertips ghostly cold touches her flesh.
"They went, the Ghost and Scrooge, across the hall, to a door at the back of the house. It opened before them, and disclosed a long, bare, melancholy room, made barer still by lines of plain deal forms and desks. At one of these a lonely boy was reading near a feeble fire; and Scrooge sat down upon a form, and wept to see his poor forgotten self as he used to be."
End of part one.
I cannot go back to who I used to be, there are no time machines... Everything is fixed in place once it has passed and we leave it there for a reason. Should I want to be what I once was? Haunted by spirits of a different nature and lost within the twisting maze of my own mind... I think more of myself now than I ever did, I know more of myself now that I ever had.
There are always changes, there are always lessons to be learned. But, until we let go of the past, it will not let go of us. We must make the choice to change, to let it lie.... I am not ready yet, there is one more step on this journey before I can let my past lie. Call it retribution, call it Karma, call it blood lust.... I don't care.
Eric Price will pay for all that he has done and in doing so, perhaps he will regret the actions he is yet to do. Some people are evil, it is inherrent, mixed into their blood like molten lava inside the volcanic rock... Eric Price, will say that he is the best interest of the people, that he is fair and understanding. He turns those words into jokes... Into lies.... Into a trick of the mind.
Time's up, the past is catching up with me.... And when I lie Eric Price flat out in a mask of his own blood, with him, I lie to rest all of the hate and pain from our past.
“The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.”
? Rachel Vincent
"Eric slams Ana hard into the wall back first, Ana pushes forward, her face right close to his as she pushes back against him, as she does this though, he catches her face in his hand and kisses her!
Zach Davies: What.. wait... WHAT?!
Erin Robbins: Eric is simply congratulating Ana on making the right choice....
Ana's hands are caught between them, so the struggle she can make with her shoulders against the kiss, is still going on! A couple of annoyed protest noises escape between their lips as she even tries to pull her knee up and low blow him, but can't quite reach. Eric shifts slightly, freeing one of his own hands...
Zach Davies: Oh My God! Did he just grab her...
Erin Robbins: NO! How dare you insinuate that!"
“Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.”
? T.S. Eliot
Part Two. The Ghost of Valentine's Present.
"Now, being prepared for almost anything, he was not by any means prepared for nothing; and, consequently, when the Bell struck One, and no shape appeared, he was taken with a violent fit of trembling. Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour went by, yet nothing came. All this time, he lay upon his bed, the very core and centre of a blaze of ruddy light, which streamed upon it when the clock proclaimed the hour; and which, being only light, was more alarming than a dozen ghosts"
A loud, almost agrny buzzing noise pulls Ana from her slumber. As she tries to stretch out and reach the alarm clock, she is met with the resistant sides of the bucket chair. As if just realizing she has woken and it back in her home, she sits straight upright, throwing her feet down onto the carpet with a thump. Ana stands slowly, running excessively at her eyes, as though expecting to see a different scene when she is finished.
Ana walks over to the bay windows, which are securely locked and have rays of warm sunlight bursting through and onto the thick curtains, which are still and drawn closed. Ana opens the curtain slowly, expecting every inch of space as she pulls them back, as though expecting to see something behind them. She sighs with utter relief and pulls the curtains all the way back with some "oomph!".
As the warm sunlight hits her face she smiles and half closes her eyes, stretching out like a cat, extending and warming her limbs with a soft sigh. Leaving her completely off guard for the noise that comes from behind her.
Billy: HooWeee Miss Ana I was npot expecting to see quite so much of you soo early!
Ana shrieks in a less terrified, more jumpy feminine way and turns around with a small jump, only to narrow her eyes at the ghostly, wavy, transparent-ish form of Billy sitting on her bed. Ana walks over to the bedroom door and retreieves a little pink silk robe, sliding it over she shoulders, she ties it tightly at the waist and looks back to Billy once more.
The parts of Billy she is used to are slightly exaggerated, his smile is a good few times bigger than what it would normally be and his general air is pleasant and excited, but at the same time, it is still obvious that it is not really Billy, simply another form of Ana's psyche slipping itself into the form of someone she is used to seeing..... or a ghost 'borrowing' his form, but that would be ridiculous!
Ana Valentine: What... Billy, what are you doing here?
Billy: I am the ghost of Valentine's present!
Ana Valentine: You all realize it's not Christmas right?! It's Sep-Fucking-Tember!!
Billy laughs slightly and nods his head as Ana sighs and rolls her eyes, turning slightly she sits down on the bed next to Billy, before dropping her head into her waiting hands. Ana shakes her head in her hands and sighs a couple of times.
Billy: Uh, Ana... You worried about your match with Eric.... Cause we aint gonna let him put his hands on you like that again, me and John we're..
Ana quickly sits upright and holds up a hand to silence Billy, one last, long, exhapserated sigh escapes her lips before she turns to face him, resting an arm on his shoulder so she is closer to him than just side-by-side.
Ana Valentine: Worried? No.... Sick of waiting? Yes! Eric thinks that he can get away with whatever the hell he wants because he owns the place.... But he forgets, I am under his skin... As much as I hate him, as much pain as I want to inflict.... As inside my head as he may be, I am there, in his, TEN-fold! Eric put his hands on me outside of the ring and for that, he is going to pay.... There is no doubt in my mind about that.... But this is match, is about so much more than me just taking Eric apart piece by piece and watching with sick enjoyment when he shows up for his wedding looking like Frankenstein put him back together a'la Humptty Dumpty!
Billy looks a little confused as Ana smiles and then half laughs, before slipping off the bed. She walks over to the bucket chair and slides back into it, Billy follows slowly behind her and takes a seat in the matching chair to the side of Ana. She picks up a few sheets of the paper and a couple of the magazines on the table between them, she flicks through the wrestling magazine and lies it down open on the table, pointing specifically too the crowd.
Billy: I don't get it....
Ana Valentine: It's about them, about the people who show up week in week out and scream their heads off for us... The fans Billy! There was a time when I was in the heart and home of every WCF fan worldwide and I threw all of that away.... But I wont make the same mistake again.. Eric doesn't only represent himself, he represents every single person in the last six months who has melded and manipulated me! People like Eric are all about greed.... No wonder he is marrying Sarah! They don't have a gasp of love between them!!!
Billy laughs slightly and begins to fade out, becoming more transparent. Ana glances up for a moment and spots this, relief flashes over her face with a small smile as she continues to explain to the ever fading spirit before her.
Ana Valentine: I want to represent all that I am now... After this week, Eric will be in the past and he will stay there where he belongs... Know why? Because he might think he has this all wrapped up, yeah he has a pin count over me, but that isn't what counts.... I am 100% focused on destroying Eric... It is all that I think about, I dream about the feel of his blood flowing between my fingers.... I have never, in all my time on this earth, wanted to inflict pain so desperately as I want to this week.... It isn't about a pin fall, it isn't about that one moment of luck.... Know what it is about? Him, bloody and broken and begging for me to stop... And who knows, I just might not.
When Ana glances up again, Billy is already gone. The sounds of birds singing and people starting their day begins to filter through the bay doors. Ana slowly stands, stretching with a yawn as she does so. As she reaches the bathroom door, she glances back over her shoulder and frowns at the now empty seats, before disappearing behind the doors.
"Scrooge looked about him for the Ghost, and saw it not. As the last stroke ceased to vibrate, he remembered the prediction of old Jacob Marley, and lifting up his eyes, beheld a solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a mist along the ground, towards him."
End of part two.
We cannot know where we are going, but we can know what lies ahead on the paths we choose to take. Where we have been and where we stand now, can only relfect so far into where we are going. Things will chase you and snip at your heels, the green of jealousy will turn your friends to monsters that hinger for your flesh, for your success.... But all you have to do is keep going.
I have learned to keep going, I have learned that where I am going is now so much more important than where I have been. And one man, just one man, stands in my way, he stops me from being all that I can be and he takes every moment that passes through the sands of my life and distorts them into nightmares, into hate, into something it should never be!
Eric Price is not sorry, for anything he has done, but I will make him sorry, for all that he is about to do... I am the nails on the chalkboard in your brain... I am the thing that stalks you in the shadows Eric. I am the cool breeze that makes your hairs stand on end and I am the nightmares creeping through the night.
I will go where I need to go and sink to where I must sink to destroy you, because at the end of it all, I can pull myself back out, I can be all that I know I was supposed to be and I will be able to look myself in the eye and love what I see.
Tell me.... Can you say the same?
Of all that is good, sublimity is supreme. Succeeding is the coming together of all that is beautiful. Furtherance is the agreement of all that is just. Perseverance is the foundation of all actions.
Lao Tzu
Part Three, The Hope of Valentine's Future.
"Ghost of the Future!" he exclaimed, "I fear you more than any spectre I have seen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me?"
It gave him no reply. The hand was pointed straight before them.
"Lead on," said Scrooge. "Lead on. The night is waning fast, and it is precious time to me, I know. Lead on, Spirit."
Ana steps out of the shower, a plush fluffy towel wrapped around her form as she retreives a brush from the side of the sink and turns to the mirror to begin brushing her hair. Ana slowly runs the hairbrush through her hair and she stares right into her own eyes, her eyes are hard and focused with an angry intent, but at the same time, soft and calm, decided. Briefly, she sighs softly and closes her eyes, holding the brush still.
Ana Valentine: I am bound, within your shackles,
in a love that shall be the death, of life,
you are tormenting me.
and sickly laughter falls upon, the ears of babes
who can not see,
where light is banished from the dark,
and pain is only of the mind.
they can not dismiss the way you look, with eyes to drawn to feel, drowning in the midst,
of knowing.
when love is only cuffs and chains,
I stay to hurt a little more
and jealous smiles rip at clothes,
of hearts and souls too lost now.
and i should know, of how you are,
but learning with a blind eye seems too easy,
when deafening the eyes of others is so simple.
how can i deny that you are holding me,
drag me with you into dark,
rape me of my innocence, i don't want to feel,
cut.
I am drowning in my love for you, which you discard,
like children with a doll,
i ma used and thrown, broken limbs will shed no tears,
when upon me they look, and see my hair is faded,
though i have not seen the sun.
and glass eyes are missing,
when you saw how, they reflected you.
and lips are dry and bleeding, voice is lost,
mouths are not for using now,
and the shackles that once held me,
are rot and gone, empty.
but still I sit here waiting, expectant.
and child's screams will not wake me,
while you find another love,
for i am lying here alone, together with you, i am lost.
blind babes with mouths to soft.
are deaf on the ears of me.
Ana slowly opens her eyes, but her reflection is not alone in the mirror, beside it is the smug smile of Eric Price, whose near silent laughter fails to mock her.
Eric Price: What are you blabbering about?
Ana Valentine: Oh nothing, just a little ode to your demise......
Ana slams the mirrored door all the way shut as she turns and walks out of the bathroom, leaving all ghosts in her wake, behind her.
"In his agony, he caught the spectral hand. It sought to free itself, but he was strong in his entreaty, and detained it. The Spirit, stronger yet, repulsed him.
Holding up his hands in a last prayer to have his fate aye reversed, he saw an alteration in the Phantom's hood and dress. It shrunk, collapsed, and dwindled down into a bedpost."
End of part three.
“And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.”
? Libba Bray
