Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 9:12:25 GMT -5
I was technically an orphan when I was born. You see my mother had already passed away when my first cry echoed off those pristine walls. I had no loving gaze or the warmth of her embrace. I never knew her. But she gave her life for me.
In those few moments I was placed into the arms of a man so conflicted with both grief and joy. Not knowing if his tears were because of my shining face or because he was now widowed. Forever left to raise two young girls on his own.
No one should go through life not knowing their mother if given a choice. Fate took my mother. Lilith is not fate.
She is nothing but a vile...cruel... selfish woman too dead inside to spawn her own demon. Instead she hurts my friend and kidnaps that beautiful girl. And Logan has the audacity to assume I want anything to do with that stack of dimes he calls a dick
I'm angry. I am beyond reason. I have very few friends but those I have are close and special. I will fight until they are back home. Safe in their beds. With their Daddy and husband. I will take out every face in that match out there as if its Lilith and Logan....then... when Jason and I are surveying the mess of their bloody corpses then I will find the real culprits.
Call me a pitbull. Call me a bitch. Call me whatever you want. Point of the matter is that I am not going to stop at any cost.
My Daddy died two years ago. My sister is MIA. My friends ARE my family. And I protect what is mine. I may be new. I may be fresh off the vine but my skills aren't. My determination is ironclad. Bring a gun. I'll bring a taser. Bring a bazooka I'll bring a rocket launcher. You want a war? You just got yourself some new soldiers but they aren't fighting for your cause.
Shits about to go down!
***
I staple another flyer to a telephone pole. There are two pictures on it. One is of the smiling beautiful baby girl, Shelley Black Armstrong the other is of Lilith.
My disdain is obvious when I run a staple right between the image of Lilith's eyes. Stupid I know but I can't help but feel useless and a lot responsible. I didn't follow my gut at Slam. I should have stayed and watched them go. Instead I'd let Chels convince me that her and Shelley were fine. They had both waved with happy smiles as the big yellow cab drove me to the airport
I spot Stacy across the street, talking to a couple people, explaining what we were all doing on the street.
Inside there are a lot of things going through my head.
The main one is that I feel guilty.
The second is utter disgust at the recent promo of one of my opponents.
I turn to the camera crew that has been following us all day, documenting our search for Shelley. i give my head a shake as I speak
“Is this guy for real? Three quarters of his promo was talking about how he wanted to fuck me. Seriously? First off, not a snow balls chance in hell that guy is touching me outside a ring and even then, I’ll make sure that touch is limited. I mean the guy ate someone’s shit for god’s sake. ARe you a fucking moron? I’m usually a pretty nice girl. I’ll go as far as to compliment my opponents and be honest about their skills. I have faith in myself and what I can do out there so for me to sit in front of a camera and dish about gossip... pfft. That’s ‘redonkulus’.”
But please...
“That guy? I’m surprised he can get into a ring, let alone win matches. How he accomplishes that truly amazes me.... I thought that most wrestling companies have a wellness policy when it comes to abusive substances and this guy is blatantly abusing in front of a camera....I dunno... maybe Sarah the Tyrant doesn’t care about the well being of her employees to that degree that she’ll let someone go out there and potentially cause extra harm to the people he’s facing... wait... for a moment I forgot who I was talking about.”
“His partner... is supposed to be a zombie. A for real, ‘living’ zombie. Correct me if I’m wrong but aren’t Zombies supposed to be stupid? Unable to do anything but basic motor functions? Plus If i really wanted to defeat him I don't need to go into a training ring... I just need to refer to my ‘How to Survive a Zombie Apocalypse’ guide and know that all I need is my ‘boomstick’, some axes and a pair of really good running shoes. if he’s a zombie... I’m a beauty queen.”
“For some reason, my opponents in every match I’ve had here so far all seem to think that I’m some Blonde bimbo with no discernable intelligence....what’s pretty easy to see is that none of these people pay attention. They’ve written me off before even giving me a chance and that’s where the mistake has been made. If you underestimate your opponents, no matter how far beneath you, you think they are, you’re going to end up losing in a three count. Cockiness is a weakness.”
I come to another power pole and stable another flyer
“Just look at George last week. He thought forcing that disgusting kiss on me was going to give him some kind of advantage and all it did was having him going out with a BAZINGA and a De-bitching.”
I keep walking, looking directly at the camera
“I really don’t care that you find my body ‘hot’ and neither does anybody else. All anybody cares about is whether or not I’m going to pin you or your disgusting partner on Sunday.”
I come across a laundry mat. I go inside, the camera crew following me in. I go up to the counter where an elderly Asian woman is watching a show in Cantonese. She looks up at me with watery dark eyes in question.
“Hello Ms. I’m looking for a lost baby, would it be okay if I put a flyer up in your business?”
the woman reaches for the flyer and I hand her one. She looks it over and frowns.
“Lost baby huh?”
“Kidnapped. Please, it would really help us out if we could put one up here. Every chance at finding her you know...”
The woman nods and hands back the flyer. She points to a bulletin cork board at the back of the laundry mat. I walk over, find a few pins and tack up the paper.
“I really could care less if you imagine yourself doing something probably unlawful to me in your deluded sick fantasies because its not going to affect my real life one iota. In fact besides the fact that your promo in general was tasteless and vulgar I’ve learned to let stupid little comments roll off my back, i just wanted to make sure you knew how much it didn’t bother me. Good for you... we all want something we can never have. In your case it’s both my body and those tag titles.”
I exit the store and continue up the street. It’s starting to get hot. I was used to the heat thou from being in Cali for so long.
“And by the way... when did I ever say I was after them myself? So why exactly are you looking to take me and jason down... to prevent us from taking that Gold... last i checked we weren’t a tag team. In fact we’ve both said repeatedly that we aren’t even thinking of going after those titles. We both have other aims on our agendas. Us being put together week after week is simply some weird plan of Sarah the Tyrant. I don’t know why she’s doing it but let me assure you Diablo... You can have the tag titles....so stop whining already.”
I shake my head with a smirk.
“My goal is just to get a win. I don’t care who I pin. Whether it’s you... your partner... or one of those other two clowns I’m going up against. I’m not here to do anything but win my matches. If I somehow get a title shot in there somewhere then hallelujah by god. I’ll be thankful that i earned it. I’m not in the business of stepping on people to get ahead. When the time is right it will happen.”
I see Matt up ahead. He’s vigorously tapping a poster to a hydro box.
“Now let’s not dismiss the other team in this match. Marco and this Original Gangster character. Marco seems to have his head up his own ass half the time. Gotta love how he talks in the third person... that’s... interesting... to say the least. To be honest I don’t even think I’ll get much action on this guy because Jason is dying to get a beating in on this hedonistic headcase. Which is just fine by me. I’ll tag him in at every opportunity if that’s what he wants. and Gangster...he’s got it in his head that because his partner wasn’t personally approved by him that he’s somehow not worth a damn thing. I’ll say this... whether you are tagged with the newest or the oldest you should respect the person you’re teamed with... this person has to be trusted to some degree to have your back in that match and if you can’t at least come to an agreement on that.. then it’s just doomed from the start. Now I’m all for those old classic mob type movies. I especially loved his melodramatic and stereotypical words in his promo... sleeps with the fishes? Do mobs actually say that now a days? I wonder if he’s going to make anybody... or give someone some cement shoes too.”
I start laughing.
“I’m sorry dude. But you know what... I’ll make sure to tell Santa that you’re really hoping for the complete collection of Sopranos on DVD for Christmas so you can brush up on your vocabulary. I’m sure once he has his first match... his skills in the ring will become clear and I’m not discrediting what he can do because I’m not that kind of person but when it comes to trying to talk shit... well... you’ve seen nothing yet. I am the most loyal girl you’ll ever meet. You scratch my back and I’ll do the same for you but if you cross me... if you utter words that I don’t agree with... better believe that I will be getting on my soap box and calling you out on them. I don’t hold back and I don’t care what people think. As some of you witnessed there on Twitter this week. When i have my mind set on something there’s not a force in Gods green earth that will keep me from getting it done. Which is why I’m out here in the blazing sun putting up posters looking for Shelley.”
Matt has crossed the street to meet up with Stacy who is still talking to a crowd of people.
“When it comes to tag teams....I have nothing against them. In fact maybe one day I might be in one with either of my stablemates or someone else. Who knows, but Jason and I? We work well because we have to. We both understand what’s at stake here and neither of us seems to like to lose, so with that we have a mutual understanding that as long as we do what we have to, to stay alive out there... to keep afloat and garner a win, then we have a truce....but as for forming an actual team. No. i don’t see it. Jason and I have totally different views about the world in general. Nothing wrong with that... he’s entitled to his opinions as I am to mine. As long as Tyrantica keeps throwing us together we’ll continue to work hard and get the job done and we’re both hoping that soon, we get some singles matches.”
I stop to look at Stacy and Matt trying to reason with what looks like a mob of people. I could be reading it wrong but I think this might be turning badly. What the heck happened that they are ganging up on Stacy? I look around and see that Steele is coming out of a nearby corner store. He’s got a large bottle of water in his hand. he notices the mob as well. he catches my eye and motions toward the group and jogged toward it. I start to look for a clear path through the moderate traffic to get across.
“I could very well stand here and say what every other guy in WCF says. I’m the best and therefore I’m going to win. That’s so generic. So bland. You know why Jason and i are going to win on Sunday? Because we’re hard workers. We have mutual respect for each other and this business and we both love to win. Good guy... bad guy... fence sitter... doesn’t matter....everyone wants to win...Do i want a title? Eventually yes. Anybody that says otherwise is a liar but i’m willing to wait my turn and rock that shit. Until then I just go out there and do what i do best and that’s kick some can.”
I find a way through and get across. When I get to the mob I see a smirk on Matt’s face and Steele looks slightly confused. It appears that Stacy has gathered a group of people dedicated to help in the search for Shelley and not a mob as we all originally thought. She’s handing everyone small piles of flyers and they’re starting to disperse. Stacy smiles at the three us, quite pleased with herself for organizing it. I give her a smirk and we both giggle into one of those silly girl hugs which makes Matt and Steele shake their heads.
In those few moments I was placed into the arms of a man so conflicted with both grief and joy. Not knowing if his tears were because of my shining face or because he was now widowed. Forever left to raise two young girls on his own.
No one should go through life not knowing their mother if given a choice. Fate took my mother. Lilith is not fate.
She is nothing but a vile...cruel... selfish woman too dead inside to spawn her own demon. Instead she hurts my friend and kidnaps that beautiful girl. And Logan has the audacity to assume I want anything to do with that stack of dimes he calls a dick
I'm angry. I am beyond reason. I have very few friends but those I have are close and special. I will fight until they are back home. Safe in their beds. With their Daddy and husband. I will take out every face in that match out there as if its Lilith and Logan....then... when Jason and I are surveying the mess of their bloody corpses then I will find the real culprits.
Call me a pitbull. Call me a bitch. Call me whatever you want. Point of the matter is that I am not going to stop at any cost.
My Daddy died two years ago. My sister is MIA. My friends ARE my family. And I protect what is mine. I may be new. I may be fresh off the vine but my skills aren't. My determination is ironclad. Bring a gun. I'll bring a taser. Bring a bazooka I'll bring a rocket launcher. You want a war? You just got yourself some new soldiers but they aren't fighting for your cause.
Shits about to go down!
***
I staple another flyer to a telephone pole. There are two pictures on it. One is of the smiling beautiful baby girl, Shelley Black Armstrong the other is of Lilith.
My disdain is obvious when I run a staple right between the image of Lilith's eyes. Stupid I know but I can't help but feel useless and a lot responsible. I didn't follow my gut at Slam. I should have stayed and watched them go. Instead I'd let Chels convince me that her and Shelley were fine. They had both waved with happy smiles as the big yellow cab drove me to the airport
I spot Stacy across the street, talking to a couple people, explaining what we were all doing on the street.
Inside there are a lot of things going through my head.
The main one is that I feel guilty.
The second is utter disgust at the recent promo of one of my opponents.
I turn to the camera crew that has been following us all day, documenting our search for Shelley. i give my head a shake as I speak
“Is this guy for real? Three quarters of his promo was talking about how he wanted to fuck me. Seriously? First off, not a snow balls chance in hell that guy is touching me outside a ring and even then, I’ll make sure that touch is limited. I mean the guy ate someone’s shit for god’s sake. ARe you a fucking moron? I’m usually a pretty nice girl. I’ll go as far as to compliment my opponents and be honest about their skills. I have faith in myself and what I can do out there so for me to sit in front of a camera and dish about gossip... pfft. That’s ‘redonkulus’.”
But please...
“That guy? I’m surprised he can get into a ring, let alone win matches. How he accomplishes that truly amazes me.... I thought that most wrestling companies have a wellness policy when it comes to abusive substances and this guy is blatantly abusing in front of a camera....I dunno... maybe Sarah the Tyrant doesn’t care about the well being of her employees to that degree that she’ll let someone go out there and potentially cause extra harm to the people he’s facing... wait... for a moment I forgot who I was talking about.”
“His partner... is supposed to be a zombie. A for real, ‘living’ zombie. Correct me if I’m wrong but aren’t Zombies supposed to be stupid? Unable to do anything but basic motor functions? Plus If i really wanted to defeat him I don't need to go into a training ring... I just need to refer to my ‘How to Survive a Zombie Apocalypse’ guide and know that all I need is my ‘boomstick’, some axes and a pair of really good running shoes. if he’s a zombie... I’m a beauty queen.”
“For some reason, my opponents in every match I’ve had here so far all seem to think that I’m some Blonde bimbo with no discernable intelligence....what’s pretty easy to see is that none of these people pay attention. They’ve written me off before even giving me a chance and that’s where the mistake has been made. If you underestimate your opponents, no matter how far beneath you, you think they are, you’re going to end up losing in a three count. Cockiness is a weakness.”
I come to another power pole and stable another flyer
“Just look at George last week. He thought forcing that disgusting kiss on me was going to give him some kind of advantage and all it did was having him going out with a BAZINGA and a De-bitching.”
I keep walking, looking directly at the camera
“I really don’t care that you find my body ‘hot’ and neither does anybody else. All anybody cares about is whether or not I’m going to pin you or your disgusting partner on Sunday.”
I come across a laundry mat. I go inside, the camera crew following me in. I go up to the counter where an elderly Asian woman is watching a show in Cantonese. She looks up at me with watery dark eyes in question.
“Hello Ms. I’m looking for a lost baby, would it be okay if I put a flyer up in your business?”
the woman reaches for the flyer and I hand her one. She looks it over and frowns.
“Lost baby huh?”
“Kidnapped. Please, it would really help us out if we could put one up here. Every chance at finding her you know...”
The woman nods and hands back the flyer. She points to a bulletin cork board at the back of the laundry mat. I walk over, find a few pins and tack up the paper.
“I really could care less if you imagine yourself doing something probably unlawful to me in your deluded sick fantasies because its not going to affect my real life one iota. In fact besides the fact that your promo in general was tasteless and vulgar I’ve learned to let stupid little comments roll off my back, i just wanted to make sure you knew how much it didn’t bother me. Good for you... we all want something we can never have. In your case it’s both my body and those tag titles.”
I exit the store and continue up the street. It’s starting to get hot. I was used to the heat thou from being in Cali for so long.
“And by the way... when did I ever say I was after them myself? So why exactly are you looking to take me and jason down... to prevent us from taking that Gold... last i checked we weren’t a tag team. In fact we’ve both said repeatedly that we aren’t even thinking of going after those titles. We both have other aims on our agendas. Us being put together week after week is simply some weird plan of Sarah the Tyrant. I don’t know why she’s doing it but let me assure you Diablo... You can have the tag titles....so stop whining already.”
I shake my head with a smirk.
“My goal is just to get a win. I don’t care who I pin. Whether it’s you... your partner... or one of those other two clowns I’m going up against. I’m not here to do anything but win my matches. If I somehow get a title shot in there somewhere then hallelujah by god. I’ll be thankful that i earned it. I’m not in the business of stepping on people to get ahead. When the time is right it will happen.”
I see Matt up ahead. He’s vigorously tapping a poster to a hydro box.
“Now let’s not dismiss the other team in this match. Marco and this Original Gangster character. Marco seems to have his head up his own ass half the time. Gotta love how he talks in the third person... that’s... interesting... to say the least. To be honest I don’t even think I’ll get much action on this guy because Jason is dying to get a beating in on this hedonistic headcase. Which is just fine by me. I’ll tag him in at every opportunity if that’s what he wants. and Gangster...he’s got it in his head that because his partner wasn’t personally approved by him that he’s somehow not worth a damn thing. I’ll say this... whether you are tagged with the newest or the oldest you should respect the person you’re teamed with... this person has to be trusted to some degree to have your back in that match and if you can’t at least come to an agreement on that.. then it’s just doomed from the start. Now I’m all for those old classic mob type movies. I especially loved his melodramatic and stereotypical words in his promo... sleeps with the fishes? Do mobs actually say that now a days? I wonder if he’s going to make anybody... or give someone some cement shoes too.”
I start laughing.
“I’m sorry dude. But you know what... I’ll make sure to tell Santa that you’re really hoping for the complete collection of Sopranos on DVD for Christmas so you can brush up on your vocabulary. I’m sure once he has his first match... his skills in the ring will become clear and I’m not discrediting what he can do because I’m not that kind of person but when it comes to trying to talk shit... well... you’ve seen nothing yet. I am the most loyal girl you’ll ever meet. You scratch my back and I’ll do the same for you but if you cross me... if you utter words that I don’t agree with... better believe that I will be getting on my soap box and calling you out on them. I don’t hold back and I don’t care what people think. As some of you witnessed there on Twitter this week. When i have my mind set on something there’s not a force in Gods green earth that will keep me from getting it done. Which is why I’m out here in the blazing sun putting up posters looking for Shelley.”
Matt has crossed the street to meet up with Stacy who is still talking to a crowd of people.
“When it comes to tag teams....I have nothing against them. In fact maybe one day I might be in one with either of my stablemates or someone else. Who knows, but Jason and I? We work well because we have to. We both understand what’s at stake here and neither of us seems to like to lose, so with that we have a mutual understanding that as long as we do what we have to, to stay alive out there... to keep afloat and garner a win, then we have a truce....but as for forming an actual team. No. i don’t see it. Jason and I have totally different views about the world in general. Nothing wrong with that... he’s entitled to his opinions as I am to mine. As long as Tyrantica keeps throwing us together we’ll continue to work hard and get the job done and we’re both hoping that soon, we get some singles matches.”
I stop to look at Stacy and Matt trying to reason with what looks like a mob of people. I could be reading it wrong but I think this might be turning badly. What the heck happened that they are ganging up on Stacy? I look around and see that Steele is coming out of a nearby corner store. He’s got a large bottle of water in his hand. he notices the mob as well. he catches my eye and motions toward the group and jogged toward it. I start to look for a clear path through the moderate traffic to get across.
“I could very well stand here and say what every other guy in WCF says. I’m the best and therefore I’m going to win. That’s so generic. So bland. You know why Jason and i are going to win on Sunday? Because we’re hard workers. We have mutual respect for each other and this business and we both love to win. Good guy... bad guy... fence sitter... doesn’t matter....everyone wants to win...Do i want a title? Eventually yes. Anybody that says otherwise is a liar but i’m willing to wait my turn and rock that shit. Until then I just go out there and do what i do best and that’s kick some can.”
I find a way through and get across. When I get to the mob I see a smirk on Matt’s face and Steele looks slightly confused. It appears that Stacy has gathered a group of people dedicated to help in the search for Shelley and not a mob as we all originally thought. She’s handing everyone small piles of flyers and they’re starting to disperse. Stacy smiles at the three us, quite pleased with herself for organizing it. I give her a smirk and we both giggle into one of those silly girl hugs which makes Matt and Steele shake their heads.
