Payback's A Bitch, And So Am I!
Jan 21, 2014 18:10:03 GMT -5
Logan, Chelsea Armstrong, and 1 more like this
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 18:10:03 GMT -5
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The scene opens to a very wet rainy day in New York City, the heavy precipitation bounces off the many gravestones that fill the Cemetery of the Evergreens, the place where my parents, Alfred and Margaret are buried. I stand in front of their graves, my long black hair completely drenched, clinging to my pale skin. Dressed in a thick black leather jacket, a black skull cap beanie, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers and a pair of black leather boots, I slightly unzip my jacket and take out two vibrantly coloured red roses and place one at the foot of each grave.
Stacy: Sorry I haven’t been to visit for a while, moving to Florida and being on the road all the time because of my job hasn’t made it easy. I wish you guys were still here, things are looking up for me in terms of my career, but I’m starting to worry that I may end up losing my best friend. Normally I’d go to Matt, but with him being injured at the moment and recovering back in Florida and me being on the road all the time, I can’t go to him with my problems. I just wish there was someone else I could go too…
I let out a small sigh when I’m suddenly startled by a gruff male voice coming from behind me.
?: Excuse me ma'am…can I help you?”
What the Hell does this guy think I’m doing? Does he not know that people come and see members of their family who have passed away and talk to them about their problems? I turn around to face the tall dark chocolate brown wavy haired man, a thick goatee, the same colour as his hair clings to his face. He’s dressed in a thick black turtleneck sweater, a black leather jacket, a pair of light blue denim jeans and a pair of light brown work boots. I glare at him for disturbing me.
Stacy: Can’t you see I’m busy? All I’m doing is talking to my deceased parents…if that’s okay with you?
I roll my eyes and turn back to my parents’ graves, expecting him to just walk away and leave me alone.
?: Stacy?
How the Hell does he know my name? I turn around to face the man again, this time with a confused expression on my face. I look at him again, studying his face to see if I can remember who this man is, but I’ve never seen this man in my life.
Stacy: Excuse me? Do I know you?
He smirks as a small chuckle escapes his lips.
?: I know it’s been ten years, but don’t you recognize your older brother?
I freeze instantly looking at this man who has just told me that he’s my brother. Back when I was fourteen and he was eighteen, he got arrested for drug possession and drug dealing and ended up being sentenced for ten years. I remember that Mom and Dad never spoke of what happened, acted like he never existed, but I always thought about him, every day, and now he’s here, standing right in front of me. I snap out of my trance.
Stacy: Paul?
He smiles and outstretches his arms and I swiftly move towards him and embrace him, tears begin flooding from my eyes but are masked by the torrential downpour. As I bury my head into his shoulder I get the leathery scent of his jacket, mixed with the musk of the Calvin Klein aftershave he is obviously wearing.
Stacy: I thought I would never see you again…
We break away from each other as Paul looks into my eyes with a smile on his face; he wipes my cheeks with his thumbs.
Paul: You’re crying…
I quickly straighten myself up and give him a playful punch to the arm.
Stacy: I’m not crying…it’s the rain…
He laughs.
Paul: Even after all these years, I can still tell when you’re lying to me. Speaking of the rain, do you want to get out of it and go and grab a coffee at Barcey’s?
I smile, nodding as we begin to make our way out of the cemetery towards my car, Paul looks at the black Honda S2000 and seems to like what he’s looking at.
Paul: A Honda S2000, you must be doing alright for yourself if you’re able to afford a car like this…
I let out a small laugh as I make my way to the driver’s side of the car as Paul walks round to the passenger’s side.
Stacy: I’ll tell you about it when we’re having our coffee…
We then both enter the car and I start up the engine and drive off as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens a few minutes later to Barcey’s Coffee House located in Bushwick, Brooklyn, New York where my brother Paul and I are sitting at a table tucking into our sandwiches. Paul has a pulled barbecue chicken sandwich where I have opted for the bacon tuna melt Panini with tomatoes and mozzarella cheese. I take a sip of my latte as Paul takes a sip of his black coffee.
Paul: So how come you didn’t visit?
I take another bite from my sandwich and chew repeatedly before swallowing.
Stacy: I wanted too, but with Mom and Dad never talking about your arrest and acting as if you didn’t exist, I felt like they didn’t want me to visit you. And then when I met Matt and got into his line of work, with all the travelling it was impossible.
He takes a sip of his coffee before setting it down on the table.
Paul: So you do a lot of travelling with this job you’ve got, what do you do?
I take another sip of my latte.
Stacy: I’m a wrestler…working for my second company now…been doing it ever since I met Matt back in 2009.
He nods, seemingly very interested as he folds his arms on the table.
Paul: A wrestler eh? No wonder you’ve got a Honda S2000…and so you’re seeing a guy called Matt then…anything serious?
I chuckle a little and take another sip of my drink.
Stacy: Well if being married to him for nearly five years and having two children with him is classed as serious then my answer to that question is yes.
His eyes grow wide and a large smile grows on his face.
Paul: Wow Stace…you’re married and have children? That’s fantastic! My little sister is all grown up…
The two of us share a small laugh together as we both take a bite from our sandwiches. After a few moments of chewing, we swallow our food.
Paul: So what do you have? Two boys? Two girls? A girl and a boy? And what are their names…how old are they?
I finish off my latte.
Stacy: A boy and a girl, Nick who is three and Chelsea who is a couple of months…
I take my purse out from my jacket pocket and take out the family photo of the four of us and pass it over to Paul, he takes a look and smiles.
Paul: Matt’s not a bad looking chap, you’ve done well for yourself there Stace…
He passes the photo back to me and I place it back into my purse.
Stacy: He’s a great husband and father, I love him with all my heart and I just couldn’t imagine life without him. So what about you? Is there anybody special in your life?
He takes a bite of his sandwich and a sip of his drink and shakes his head whilst swallowing his food.
Paul: No, prison isn’t exactly the easiest place to find that special someone. I don’t want to get back into that kind of crowd, after I heard about the passing of Mom and Dad that gave me the determination to get clean once and for all because I knew you would be without any family and I wanted to rebuild our relationship.
I finish off my sandwich and lean back in my chair.
Stacy: Yeah, I’m glad we’ve been able to see each other again Paul, I kind of need you at the moment, with Matt back in Florida recovering from injury, I can’t go to him like I normally do.
He nods as he finishes off his sandwich and his coffee.
Stacy: You know, I have an idea…I heard from one of the crew that they’re looking for a new technician…that’s your kind of area isn’t it?
Paul: Yeah…you think I could get a job working for your company as a technician?
Stacy: Yeah definitely…it’s worth a shot. I’ll even put in a good word for you with my boss…
Paul: Awesome, well here’s my phone number…
Paul hands me a piece of paper with his number on it and I place it into my pocket as we both stand.
Paul: It was nice seeing you again Stace, we should do this again sometime…and I’d like to meet Matt, Nick and Chelsea too…
Stacy: Oh definitely, I think you and Matt will get on like a house on fire…and I’m sure Nick and Chelsea will love to meet their Uncle Paul.
We embrace each other and Paul kisses me on the forehead.
Paul: Thanks for the coffee and the sandwich…see you soon hopefully…
He begins to make his way out of the coffee shop and I wave to him as the scene fades.
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The scene opens a few days later to the Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens in Richmond, Virginia. A light shower falls over the many flowers that fill this place, tiny droplets of water resting on the flowers glisten like diamonds as I walk into the view of the camera dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of skin tight light blue denim jeans and a black leather jacket.
Stacy: Two weeks on Slam, I managed to do what many thought was an impossible task; I defeated ‘The Monster’ Oblivion. Even though I proved a lot of people wrong by defeating the former WCF World Heavyweight Champion, there is one thing that annoyed me, I noticed it on the WCF site before my match and noticed it on the site after my match. Before my match with Oblivion, it said on the WCF site, ‘Oblivion vs. Stacy Robinson; will Stacy avenge her husband’s loss at One, or will Oblivion destroy another Robinson?’ After the match, it said on the site, ‘Stacy Robinson defeats Oblivion, avenging Matt’s loss at One!’
I chuckle slightly and shake my head.
Stacy: Where there is some truth in those statements, it annoys me that even after I defeated someone like Oblivion, I’m STILL in my husband’s shadow. Avenging my husband’s loss at One may have been part of the reason why I wanted to defeat Oblivion, but I did it mainly for myself! I defeated Oblivion to prove to all the doubters, who believe that I am worthless and that I cannot wrestle to save my life! I did what I did two weeks ago to show the WCF that the new Stacy will make a name for herself and become one of the greatest female wrestlers to ever step foot into a WCF ring!
I continue walking through the garden before putting my hood over my head, shielding my hair from getting any wetter.
Stacy: This Sunday I am facing Oblivion again at the WCF’s Payback Pay-Per-View hailing live from the American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida. Difference this time is the match will be an Ambulance match, I’m not going to go into this too much yet as I have other things to talk about first.
I take a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket with a lighter, I take one from the packet and place it between my lips and light it up before placing the pack and the lighter back into my pocket before taking a drag.
Stacy: Two weeks ago, during Slam before my match against Oblivion, I asked Chelsea Black Armstrong to team up with me the following week to take on the same team that had asked her to join them, S-PAC, and she agreed…
A small chuckle escapes my lips as I take a drag from my cigarette.
Stacy: I took Benjamin Atreyu and Waylon Cash to their limits in that match, on my own needless to say. I’ll be honest, the reason why I wrestled most of the match on my own was because I had my own doubts on whether Chelsea would remain loyal to me or not. Sure enough, I finally tagged her in, after literally only a couple of minutes at most as the legal competitor, she tagged me back in and then attacked me and costing me the match, thus choosing to align herself with S-PAC.
I take another drag from my cigarette and shake my head slightly.
Stacy: Here’s the point where you’d expect me to get all upset over what you did Chelsea, but you know what? That was the old Stacy…this is the new Stacy! The new Stacy doesn’t get upset when the woman she called a sister, turns her back on her…no…the new Stacy makes sure that the very woman who turned her back on her, will one day regret doing just that!
I approach a wooden bench and sit down on it whilst taking yet another drag of my cigarette.
Stacy: Before I move onto my match this week, I have something else I want to say to you Chelsea. Do you think joining S-PAC helped get Seifer re-hired? Do you think joining S-PAC will help you forget when Lilith kidnapped Shelley and tortured you till you were near death? But most importantly, do you really think S-PAC will keep you around? I sure as Hell don’t! The moment S-PAC achieve whatever it is that they want to achieve, whether it’s becoming Tag Team Champions again…or taking over the WCF…as soon as they achieve that…they’ll cut you loose and throw you away like you were nothing! And who will be there to catch you when they do that? No doubt your husband will be there…but will I be there? Fuck no! I won’t be there when they get rid of you; I won’t stick around and listen to your pathetic whining about how you made a mistake when you turned your back on your sister! Somebody who has always valued you for your amazing in ring ability…somebody who has always been there for you whenever you were down or upset about something! I know you’ll come crawling back to me when S-PAC kick you out of their pathetic group, but I won’t be there waiting for you!
I finish off my cigarette and throw it away before resting back on the bench.
Stacy: I know what you’re thinking Oblivion…you’re thinking that because…
My bottom lip begins to quiver and I begin mocking being upset.
Stacy: You’re thinking that because poor little Stacy lost her best friend last week after she turned her back on her, that all she’s going to be thinking about is how the woman she once called a sister could have done that to her…
I stop mocking being upset and throw my head back, causing my hood to fall back off my head, and laugh.
Stacy: Well Oblivion, you’d be wrong! I plan on getting my revenge on Chelsea, don’t get me wrong, but there is one thing I never do and that’s go into a match less than one hundred percent focused on the opponent I am in the ring with! Well then you’d be wrong again! Let’s make this three for three shall we? I bet you’re also thinking that because I beat you two weeks ago, I’ll be going into this match underestimating you…well guess what monster…you’re wrong yet again!
I stroke my hands through my long black hair.
Stacy: I know you think you’re better than me Oblivion, I know you believe that my victory over you two weeks ago was the fluke of the fucking century…but here’s something you need to understand so you better open your fucking ears and listen to me! You probably won’t admit to this, but I know you never expected me to be able to withstand the pain and punishment that you inflicted on me in our match…but there’s a damn good reason for that! No matter what a certain few members of the WCF Roster may think, I am a damn good wrestler! I am one of the greatest female wrestlers to ever step foot into a wrestling ring! I can absorb copious amounts of punishment because I learn to absorb copious amounts of punishment! I can hang with the best this company has to offer because I have trained to hang with the best and not to mention, in the past I have hung with the best and I have BEATEN them!
I get to my feet and place my hands into my jacket pockets before beginning to walk some more.
Stacy: This Sunday at Payback, I will prove to ANYONE who believes that my victory over Oblivion two weeks ago was a fluke, wasn’t a fluke at all! Just like I said two weeks ago, I’m not afraid of you Oblivion…I don’t get afraid of people…do you really think I would be in this type of job if I was afraid of fighting anyone? But you know, you probably still think that I’m afraid because of the fact that this match we have at Payback, isn’t just an ordinary match, but an Ambulance match…
I chuckle a little and shake my head slightly.
Stacy: Oh no! The big bad six foot five, three hundred and five pound monster against the weak timid five foot seven, one hundred and fifty pound woman! Wrong! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! I have had ENOUGH of people thinking that I’m useless, pathetic, weak and timid! I’m getting sick and tired of it! The fact that this match is an Ambulance match, does that bother me? Hell no! Again, the reason why I became a wrestler in the first place is because I like to fight! And I don’t give a fuck if my opponent is bigger and stronger than I am! I don’t give a fuck if I have the beat my opponent so bad that I have to put them into the back of a fucking ambulance to win the match either!
I slowly crack my neck from left to right and smirk.
Stacy: I’ll happily accept the WCF’s insinuation that my victory over Oblivion two weeks ago was me avenging my husband’s loss! But this Sunday at Payback, I WILL defeat Oblivion for a second time in three weeks! And I’ll be doing it for me and me alone! Nobody else, just for myself! So Oblivion, this Sunday at Payback, prepare for Stacy’s Judgement…your final penance is coming!
With that, I flash a sadistic smirk towards the camera before walking off out of view as the scene fades.
The scene opens to a very wet rainy day in New York City, the heavy precipitation bounces off the many gravestones that fill the Cemetery of the Evergreens, the place where my parents, Alfred and Margaret are buried. I stand in front of their graves, my long black hair completely drenched, clinging to my pale skin. Dressed in a thick black leather jacket, a black skull cap beanie, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers and a pair of black leather boots, I slightly unzip my jacket and take out two vibrantly coloured red roses and place one at the foot of each grave.
Stacy: Sorry I haven’t been to visit for a while, moving to Florida and being on the road all the time because of my job hasn’t made it easy. I wish you guys were still here, things are looking up for me in terms of my career, but I’m starting to worry that I may end up losing my best friend. Normally I’d go to Matt, but with him being injured at the moment and recovering back in Florida and me being on the road all the time, I can’t go to him with my problems. I just wish there was someone else I could go too…
I let out a small sigh when I’m suddenly startled by a gruff male voice coming from behind me.
?: Excuse me ma'am…can I help you?”
What the Hell does this guy think I’m doing? Does he not know that people come and see members of their family who have passed away and talk to them about their problems? I turn around to face the tall dark chocolate brown wavy haired man, a thick goatee, the same colour as his hair clings to his face. He’s dressed in a thick black turtleneck sweater, a black leather jacket, a pair of light blue denim jeans and a pair of light brown work boots. I glare at him for disturbing me.
Stacy: Can’t you see I’m busy? All I’m doing is talking to my deceased parents…if that’s okay with you?
I roll my eyes and turn back to my parents’ graves, expecting him to just walk away and leave me alone.
?: Stacy?
How the Hell does he know my name? I turn around to face the man again, this time with a confused expression on my face. I look at him again, studying his face to see if I can remember who this man is, but I’ve never seen this man in my life.
Stacy: Excuse me? Do I know you?
He smirks as a small chuckle escapes his lips.
?: I know it’s been ten years, but don’t you recognize your older brother?
I freeze instantly looking at this man who has just told me that he’s my brother. Back when I was fourteen and he was eighteen, he got arrested for drug possession and drug dealing and ended up being sentenced for ten years. I remember that Mom and Dad never spoke of what happened, acted like he never existed, but I always thought about him, every day, and now he’s here, standing right in front of me. I snap out of my trance.
Stacy: Paul?
He smiles and outstretches his arms and I swiftly move towards him and embrace him, tears begin flooding from my eyes but are masked by the torrential downpour. As I bury my head into his shoulder I get the leathery scent of his jacket, mixed with the musk of the Calvin Klein aftershave he is obviously wearing.
Stacy: I thought I would never see you again…
We break away from each other as Paul looks into my eyes with a smile on his face; he wipes my cheeks with his thumbs.
Paul: You’re crying…
I quickly straighten myself up and give him a playful punch to the arm.
Stacy: I’m not crying…it’s the rain…
He laughs.
Paul: Even after all these years, I can still tell when you’re lying to me. Speaking of the rain, do you want to get out of it and go and grab a coffee at Barcey’s?
I smile, nodding as we begin to make our way out of the cemetery towards my car, Paul looks at the black Honda S2000 and seems to like what he’s looking at.
Paul: A Honda S2000, you must be doing alright for yourself if you’re able to afford a car like this…
I let out a small laugh as I make my way to the driver’s side of the car as Paul walks round to the passenger’s side.
Stacy: I’ll tell you about it when we’re having our coffee…
We then both enter the car and I start up the engine and drive off as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens a few minutes later to Barcey’s Coffee House located in Bushwick, Brooklyn, New York where my brother Paul and I are sitting at a table tucking into our sandwiches. Paul has a pulled barbecue chicken sandwich where I have opted for the bacon tuna melt Panini with tomatoes and mozzarella cheese. I take a sip of my latte as Paul takes a sip of his black coffee.
Paul: So how come you didn’t visit?
I take another bite from my sandwich and chew repeatedly before swallowing.
Stacy: I wanted too, but with Mom and Dad never talking about your arrest and acting as if you didn’t exist, I felt like they didn’t want me to visit you. And then when I met Matt and got into his line of work, with all the travelling it was impossible.
He takes a sip of his coffee before setting it down on the table.
Paul: So you do a lot of travelling with this job you’ve got, what do you do?
I take another sip of my latte.
Stacy: I’m a wrestler…working for my second company now…been doing it ever since I met Matt back in 2009.
He nods, seemingly very interested as he folds his arms on the table.
Paul: A wrestler eh? No wonder you’ve got a Honda S2000…and so you’re seeing a guy called Matt then…anything serious?
I chuckle a little and take another sip of my drink.
Stacy: Well if being married to him for nearly five years and having two children with him is classed as serious then my answer to that question is yes.
His eyes grow wide and a large smile grows on his face.
Paul: Wow Stace…you’re married and have children? That’s fantastic! My little sister is all grown up…
The two of us share a small laugh together as we both take a bite from our sandwiches. After a few moments of chewing, we swallow our food.
Paul: So what do you have? Two boys? Two girls? A girl and a boy? And what are their names…how old are they?
I finish off my latte.
Stacy: A boy and a girl, Nick who is three and Chelsea who is a couple of months…
I take my purse out from my jacket pocket and take out the family photo of the four of us and pass it over to Paul, he takes a look and smiles.
Paul: Matt’s not a bad looking chap, you’ve done well for yourself there Stace…
He passes the photo back to me and I place it back into my purse.
Stacy: He’s a great husband and father, I love him with all my heart and I just couldn’t imagine life without him. So what about you? Is there anybody special in your life?
He takes a bite of his sandwich and a sip of his drink and shakes his head whilst swallowing his food.
Paul: No, prison isn’t exactly the easiest place to find that special someone. I don’t want to get back into that kind of crowd, after I heard about the passing of Mom and Dad that gave me the determination to get clean once and for all because I knew you would be without any family and I wanted to rebuild our relationship.
I finish off my sandwich and lean back in my chair.
Stacy: Yeah, I’m glad we’ve been able to see each other again Paul, I kind of need you at the moment, with Matt back in Florida recovering from injury, I can’t go to him like I normally do.
He nods as he finishes off his sandwich and his coffee.
Stacy: You know, I have an idea…I heard from one of the crew that they’re looking for a new technician…that’s your kind of area isn’t it?
Paul: Yeah…you think I could get a job working for your company as a technician?
Stacy: Yeah definitely…it’s worth a shot. I’ll even put in a good word for you with my boss…
Paul: Awesome, well here’s my phone number…
Paul hands me a piece of paper with his number on it and I place it into my pocket as we both stand.
Paul: It was nice seeing you again Stace, we should do this again sometime…and I’d like to meet Matt, Nick and Chelsea too…
Stacy: Oh definitely, I think you and Matt will get on like a house on fire…and I’m sure Nick and Chelsea will love to meet their Uncle Paul.
We embrace each other and Paul kisses me on the forehead.
Paul: Thanks for the coffee and the sandwich…see you soon hopefully…
He begins to make his way out of the coffee shop and I wave to him as the scene fades.
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The scene opens a few days later to the Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens in Richmond, Virginia. A light shower falls over the many flowers that fill this place, tiny droplets of water resting on the flowers glisten like diamonds as I walk into the view of the camera dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of skin tight light blue denim jeans and a black leather jacket.
Stacy: Two weeks on Slam, I managed to do what many thought was an impossible task; I defeated ‘The Monster’ Oblivion. Even though I proved a lot of people wrong by defeating the former WCF World Heavyweight Champion, there is one thing that annoyed me, I noticed it on the WCF site before my match and noticed it on the site after my match. Before my match with Oblivion, it said on the WCF site, ‘Oblivion vs. Stacy Robinson; will Stacy avenge her husband’s loss at One, or will Oblivion destroy another Robinson?’ After the match, it said on the site, ‘Stacy Robinson defeats Oblivion, avenging Matt’s loss at One!’
I chuckle slightly and shake my head.
Stacy: Where there is some truth in those statements, it annoys me that even after I defeated someone like Oblivion, I’m STILL in my husband’s shadow. Avenging my husband’s loss at One may have been part of the reason why I wanted to defeat Oblivion, but I did it mainly for myself! I defeated Oblivion to prove to all the doubters, who believe that I am worthless and that I cannot wrestle to save my life! I did what I did two weeks ago to show the WCF that the new Stacy will make a name for herself and become one of the greatest female wrestlers to ever step foot into a WCF ring!
I continue walking through the garden before putting my hood over my head, shielding my hair from getting any wetter.
Stacy: This Sunday I am facing Oblivion again at the WCF’s Payback Pay-Per-View hailing live from the American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida. Difference this time is the match will be an Ambulance match, I’m not going to go into this too much yet as I have other things to talk about first.
I take a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket with a lighter, I take one from the packet and place it between my lips and light it up before placing the pack and the lighter back into my pocket before taking a drag.
Stacy: Two weeks ago, during Slam before my match against Oblivion, I asked Chelsea Black Armstrong to team up with me the following week to take on the same team that had asked her to join them, S-PAC, and she agreed…
A small chuckle escapes my lips as I take a drag from my cigarette.
Stacy: I took Benjamin Atreyu and Waylon Cash to their limits in that match, on my own needless to say. I’ll be honest, the reason why I wrestled most of the match on my own was because I had my own doubts on whether Chelsea would remain loyal to me or not. Sure enough, I finally tagged her in, after literally only a couple of minutes at most as the legal competitor, she tagged me back in and then attacked me and costing me the match, thus choosing to align herself with S-PAC.
I take another drag from my cigarette and shake my head slightly.
Stacy: Here’s the point where you’d expect me to get all upset over what you did Chelsea, but you know what? That was the old Stacy…this is the new Stacy! The new Stacy doesn’t get upset when the woman she called a sister, turns her back on her…no…the new Stacy makes sure that the very woman who turned her back on her, will one day regret doing just that!
I approach a wooden bench and sit down on it whilst taking yet another drag of my cigarette.
Stacy: Before I move onto my match this week, I have something else I want to say to you Chelsea. Do you think joining S-PAC helped get Seifer re-hired? Do you think joining S-PAC will help you forget when Lilith kidnapped Shelley and tortured you till you were near death? But most importantly, do you really think S-PAC will keep you around? I sure as Hell don’t! The moment S-PAC achieve whatever it is that they want to achieve, whether it’s becoming Tag Team Champions again…or taking over the WCF…as soon as they achieve that…they’ll cut you loose and throw you away like you were nothing! And who will be there to catch you when they do that? No doubt your husband will be there…but will I be there? Fuck no! I won’t be there when they get rid of you; I won’t stick around and listen to your pathetic whining about how you made a mistake when you turned your back on your sister! Somebody who has always valued you for your amazing in ring ability…somebody who has always been there for you whenever you were down or upset about something! I know you’ll come crawling back to me when S-PAC kick you out of their pathetic group, but I won’t be there waiting for you!
I finish off my cigarette and throw it away before resting back on the bench.
Stacy: I know what you’re thinking Oblivion…you’re thinking that because…
My bottom lip begins to quiver and I begin mocking being upset.
Stacy: You’re thinking that because poor little Stacy lost her best friend last week after she turned her back on her, that all she’s going to be thinking about is how the woman she once called a sister could have done that to her…
I stop mocking being upset and throw my head back, causing my hood to fall back off my head, and laugh.
Stacy: Well Oblivion, you’d be wrong! I plan on getting my revenge on Chelsea, don’t get me wrong, but there is one thing I never do and that’s go into a match less than one hundred percent focused on the opponent I am in the ring with! Well then you’d be wrong again! Let’s make this three for three shall we? I bet you’re also thinking that because I beat you two weeks ago, I’ll be going into this match underestimating you…well guess what monster…you’re wrong yet again!
I stroke my hands through my long black hair.
Stacy: I know you think you’re better than me Oblivion, I know you believe that my victory over you two weeks ago was the fluke of the fucking century…but here’s something you need to understand so you better open your fucking ears and listen to me! You probably won’t admit to this, but I know you never expected me to be able to withstand the pain and punishment that you inflicted on me in our match…but there’s a damn good reason for that! No matter what a certain few members of the WCF Roster may think, I am a damn good wrestler! I am one of the greatest female wrestlers to ever step foot into a wrestling ring! I can absorb copious amounts of punishment because I learn to absorb copious amounts of punishment! I can hang with the best this company has to offer because I have trained to hang with the best and not to mention, in the past I have hung with the best and I have BEATEN them!
I get to my feet and place my hands into my jacket pockets before beginning to walk some more.
Stacy: This Sunday at Payback, I will prove to ANYONE who believes that my victory over Oblivion two weeks ago was a fluke, wasn’t a fluke at all! Just like I said two weeks ago, I’m not afraid of you Oblivion…I don’t get afraid of people…do you really think I would be in this type of job if I was afraid of fighting anyone? But you know, you probably still think that I’m afraid because of the fact that this match we have at Payback, isn’t just an ordinary match, but an Ambulance match…
I chuckle a little and shake my head slightly.
Stacy: Oh no! The big bad six foot five, three hundred and five pound monster against the weak timid five foot seven, one hundred and fifty pound woman! Wrong! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! I have had ENOUGH of people thinking that I’m useless, pathetic, weak and timid! I’m getting sick and tired of it! The fact that this match is an Ambulance match, does that bother me? Hell no! Again, the reason why I became a wrestler in the first place is because I like to fight! And I don’t give a fuck if my opponent is bigger and stronger than I am! I don’t give a fuck if I have the beat my opponent so bad that I have to put them into the back of a fucking ambulance to win the match either!
I slowly crack my neck from left to right and smirk.
Stacy: I’ll happily accept the WCF’s insinuation that my victory over Oblivion two weeks ago was me avenging my husband’s loss! But this Sunday at Payback, I WILL defeat Oblivion for a second time in three weeks! And I’ll be doing it for me and me alone! Nobody else, just for myself! So Oblivion, this Sunday at Payback, prepare for Stacy’s Judgement…your final penance is coming!
With that, I flash a sadistic smirk towards the camera before walking off out of view as the scene fades.
