Post by Tasha Lavondyss on Nov 24, 2013 12:29:31 GMT -5
It's been a few weeks now since I had begun my journey with the Wrestling Championship Federation. In that short bit I've been privileged to see some lovely places. Denver is every bit as beautiful as I imagined. The mountains here are breathtaking. I've managed to see quite a bit more of the scenery thanks to Denise. She's a right proper mate. It's important to have a mate when you're in a foreign country so I'm too right fit about meeting Denise. Overall, I gather the people here are just as fascinated with me as I am them. It truly is just like a circus family. I've mostly gotten warm reception from everyone I've come across. I believe that you treat everyone how you wish to be treated. Unfortunately, not everyone shares that view. Listening to Sarah Twilight declare that we're all useless and undeserving made me realise that there are some in this world who only look to cause harm, who only look out for themselves. I'm sure I already knew that deep down, but to see it in action was a right bit slap across the face to reality. Sarah wants everyone to run around in chaos not knowing what obstacle we have in store for us on Sunday.
I've got news for her, the unexpected is what brought me here in the first place. Denise and I, we'd no way of knowing that Frank Venable would turn three bush wally and jump his partner Logan. We'd no way of knowing that we'd not be in competition that night because of it. Just the same, we were ready. That is the thing about the unexpected, it has a right bit funny way of popping up on you whether you're ready or you aren't.
I've got news for her, the unexpected is what brought me here in the first place. Denise and I, we'd no way of knowing that Frank Venable would turn three bush wally and jump his partner Logan. We'd no way of knowing that we'd not be in competition that night because of it. Just the same, we were ready. That is the thing about the unexpected, it has a right bit funny way of popping up on you whether you're ready or you aren't.
Tasha makes her way out of the front entrance to Hotel Monaco in Denver, Colorado. She has a guide in her hands that she folds open to have a look over. Smiling, she thinks over the options of where she might head off to.
"Now if I could just rekky that place Denise jabbered about." she quietly comments to herself.
Something on the guide catches her eye and jogs her memory.
"Too right, the botanical gardens. Should be quite lovely." she adds.
Tasha steps to the curb to hail a taxicab. Whilst she waits on taxi, a dark sedan pulls up in front of the hotel just a few feet from her. the windows on the car are tinted. The door opens and a man steps out. A skinny man with squirrely hair that curls at the ends and a clean shaven face that is long and serious looking. Tasha doesn't look happy to see the man.
"You thought you could hide back o' bourke in the Big Smoke didjya? he says to her.
"Oh piss off Chester. I've not been hiding from anyone, least of all you." she replies.
Chester closes the door behind him and strides toward Tasha.
"You know Roger owes me. I've come to collect." he says to her bluntly.
Tasha shakes her head.
"That is me brother's debt, not mine." she responds.
"I don't think you understand Tasha, I don't care. That belly up bloke owes me money and I am going to be paid. Now, I've see you on the tele and I am well away how Americans fancy their sport. I know you've the money." he exclaims.
Again Tasha shakes her head.
"The lurk that Roger is involved with is his dealings and not mine. I've paid his debt for him once, I'll not do it again." she says to him in a matter of fact manner.
Chester places his hands in his pockets and does not appear any bit happy about the reponse. His composure remains exactly the same.
"You'll pay the money. You'll pay it because if you knock back again, Roger and I will go for bush walk, and only one of us will return." he warns.
"You're going to threaten me now?" she shouts at him. "You think you'll have a lend of me but it won't happen. You'll not get a cent from me and that is London to the brick!"
Chester shrugs and opens the door to the sedan. He halfway steps inside before looking over at Tasha.
"If that's how you want it." he comments.
Tasha storms toward the sedan and looks right at him.
"I'll not play this game. Understand that you bastard! I'll not play!" she screams at him.
Chester closes the door to the sedan. A few sconds later the tinted window is rolled down about a quarter of the way. Chester looks out at Tasha.
"You've no choice." he states.
The car takes off from the front of the hotel leaving Tasha there to wonder and worry about the safety of her brother back in Australia.
Just like that everything can be turned upside down. You never know what waits for you around the corner. Every turn is a chance, every turn could lead you to misfortune. I'd not stop turning those corners for a minute. You always have two choices to make at the very least, turn away in fear or stand and fight. I choose to stand and fight because I refuse to miss out on one second of what this life has to offer. You sometimes have to take the good with the bad or hope to make something good out of a bad situation.
Sarah Twilight wants to play a game just as Chester does. She wants me to fear the unknown and walk out defeated before I even got to compete. That's what she wants from the lot of us. A bounty has been placed on our heads for no other reason than being new. I wonder if she's forgotten that she was new once. That every bloke and shelia she's called to arms against the new editions to this circus family were also new once. Everyone's to start somewhere. She's made threats against us. That we should worry about our jobs. That those of us who are new should take fault for the misfortune she lays upon others. I'm ready Miss Twilight. Throw your absolute worst at me. For I am not afraid to fall. Kick me when I'm down and spit in my face. I'll have no regrets.
Chester wishes my composure to be lost on his games. And that I should abandon my principles in order to play. Sarah Twilight wishes the same. Thing they don't get is that there's not a chance I'll tuck tail and run away. I may fall, but I'll always get back up onto that tight rope and try again. You cannot extinguish the fire that lights a free spirit. I've too much to experience to allow it to flicker out at the first sign of difficulty. I'm not the best when it comes to this circus we call wrestling. I've never fancied myself that way. But I'll not give in to tyranny nor extortion. I choose my own destiny, it will not be chosen for me.
Sarah Twilight wants to play a game just as Chester does. She wants me to fear the unknown and walk out defeated before I even got to compete. That's what she wants from the lot of us. A bounty has been placed on our heads for no other reason than being new. I wonder if she's forgotten that she was new once. That every bloke and shelia she's called to arms against the new editions to this circus family were also new once. Everyone's to start somewhere. She's made threats against us. That we should worry about our jobs. That those of us who are new should take fault for the misfortune she lays upon others. I'm ready Miss Twilight. Throw your absolute worst at me. For I am not afraid to fall. Kick me when I'm down and spit in my face. I'll have no regrets.
Chester wishes my composure to be lost on his games. And that I should abandon my principles in order to play. Sarah Twilight wishes the same. Thing they don't get is that there's not a chance I'll tuck tail and run away. I may fall, but I'll always get back up onto that tight rope and try again. You cannot extinguish the fire that lights a free spirit. I've too much to experience to allow it to flicker out at the first sign of difficulty. I'm not the best when it comes to this circus we call wrestling. I've never fancied myself that way. But I'll not give in to tyranny nor extortion. I choose my own destiny, it will not be chosen for me.
Tasha tosses aside the guide to Denver in the trash container at the curb. She starts walking away from the hotel, not exactly sure what she was looking for. She keeps on for about half a kilometer until she comes across a pub. She heads inside and looks for the bartender straight away.
"Have you got a charge phone?" she asks with urgency.
The bartender looks at her.
"Excuse me?" he asks.
"A charge phone? Have you got one?" she repeats.
"I am not sure what that is." he replies.
Tasha looks slightly frustrated that he doesn't know what she's talking about. So she tries to explain it.
"A telephone, where you deposit coin to give someone a ring?" she offers.
The bartender chuckles.
"A payphone? Listen sweetheart this is 2013, not 1980. Payphones are a thing of the past. Everyone carries cellulars now." he explains.
Tasha sighs.
"Well have you a telephone I could use?" she asks.
The bartender nods his head and removes a standard push botton phone from behind the bar counter.
"No more than five minutes and local calls only!" he exclaims.
Tasha frowns a bit, knowing her call would be international. She digs into her pocket.
"I've got to call me brother back home. Will this cover it?" she asks.
She places two hundred dollar bills, American on the counter. It is what she had on her in cash. The bartender takes the money and smiles with a nod.
"Sure thing." he responds.
The bartender leaves her be, satisfied with the payment for use of the phone. Tasha dials out. It takes a few moments to connect but she finally does.
"Roger! What mess have you gotten yoursself knee deep with now?" she inquires.
The voice on the other end responds.
"What of it Tasha? I've not been involved with anything." he replies.
"Don't you lie to me Roger. Chester was just tee up , in the States. He says you owe him money. You've beeen gambling two up again haven't you?" she presses further.
"What? No, I've paid him. Just last week." he replies.
"Then what was he doing billowing up as Standover man here? You're lying Roger." she retorts.
"I've no idea. I swear I've paid him. I hit luck shot at the races last week. Covered everything and I've still a right fit portion for meself." he replies again.
Tasha thinks for a minute as his responses seemed genuine.
"You swear it?" she asks.
"I swear it sister. I've no idea what he is up to." he responds.
"That blarmy bastard. He's tried playing two cricks up the center to send you off to the shit house." she says angrily.
"You know he can't be trusted. Give him no mind." he says.
"You be careful Roger. He says he's going to look for you if I refuse to pay." she warns.
"Let him come looking. He'll not like what he finds." he states.
"You don't do anything foolish alright?" she pleads.
"I won't sister. You get back to being a tosser." he says laughing.
"They call it a wrestler here in America." she giggles as she replies.
"Too right sis." he replies.
"Well then, till next time." she closes.
"Till next time." he replies.
Tasha hangs up the phone and leans against the bar for a moment, thinking everything over.
So my brother had no debt. Chester only wanted to double up on his profit and thought that putting a shit scare into me would get me to open my purse. That bloke has another thing coming. Sarah is no different. She wants to push just to push. She wants to see how far she can go before we can't take it anymore. I'm not too worried about what awaits me on Sunday evening. My opponent could be anyone really. I haven't a clue as to what will happen, but that is often the case. I never place my eggs into one basket because you don't know what possibilities wait for you somewhere else. Maybe I'll end up in the ring with Jonny Fly, or Odin Balfore. Could be anyone, but that's how I like it. Having everything mapped out for you is dandy sure. Having to guess, it just makes everything more fun. I've already said it, fun is why I am here. Sarah shoved the lot of us just to see who would shove back. I'll not shove her back, not yet. In my mind the smile on my face at the end of the night and the realisation that I've still had fun will be shove enough. Sarah and her games will not break me down, they only make me that much more eager to try my hand at walking the tight rope. Make it or fall, walk I will.
