Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Jan 26, 2014 11:53:09 GMT -5
“Whisper her name and she’ll come in the dark…no warning, no mercy…you’ll die on the spot, never seeing her face, never feeling her touch…but one things for certain, you will undoubtedly hear her voice.”
**Scene One**
“This week the minds of all those in attendance will look on in confusion as two alter egos stand face to face, each one holding their own power but only one shall be claimed winner as the other suffers their most unfortunate fate…
On one hand if Mr. UnHappy’s hand is raised high in the air I must be forced shave my head, wear a mask of his making, and have a tattoo of his choice forever sketched on my body. But if I…if MoD wins then Mr. UnHappy will be forced into retirement as I will forever be able to claim the fame of forcing him to do so. To those of an outsider those stakes could seem pretty one sided…but to a man like UnHappy…I know how he is…wrestling is something that helps him hold onto that small part of sanity that floats through his damaged mind, being able to cause pain to those around him with no consequences in return in the most fulfilling form of relaxation…am I right?”
Lights began to flicker on slightly soon showing me standing in the middle of a wooden room, boards had begun to falling from the walls and any glass that had been sitting in the windows were long since shattered, their remains now laying against the cold dusty floor. The camera went in a circle showing every inch of the small room as to the back corner a door leading down to a basement is soon shown as even the simplest minded people can draw the conclusion that we shall soon be entering that stair case. Turning back around I am finally shown, but not in the same image that you had come to be used to since my few short months in this federation. My face was blocked slightly allowing only my crimson lips to be seen as trails of black running down my cheek showing the stained rivers from mascara ruined by tears, all that is shown of my attire is my knee high black leather boots as a deep emerald green cloak covers my body and head as the hood rests against my face. Staring through the opened window my eyes glimmer from the light passing through as a wicked smile began to show against the lips mentioned before. In a single movement a pale hand with black painted nails reaches up removing the hood showing once red highlights now a bright green.
“My dear dear friend…how has it not been mentioned before in the similarities that we share with one another. Alter egos are fun aren’t they, they hold the power over the weaker being, forcing them to do what they need to…what they’re scared to do! You can cause all kinds of fun and if you’re as strong as I there’s a chance they won’t even remember the fun you had at their expense. I suppose it can be called cruel honestly but then again I’m the little devil on her shoulder, being the angel was too much work…trying to tell her what was good and what was bad…being on this side I can do whatever I want and I don’t give a damn about what happens! Ah…the joy.
Take what happened with little Stacy Robinson for example, Chelsea’s best friend and practically her sister…but I could see the truth to what was happening in that situation. Stacy was holding her back! See it’s no secret that Stacy can’t do much of anything without her husband standing guard, I mean you’ve seen her track record here…that should tell you the just of everything. But I have to admit the little girl has shocked me…yes instead of pouting and whining like a little bitch she has claimed to get revenge on my very being…looks like someone has been rubbing off on her. Although I hope she does, because as we both know…well who’s better at playing dirty? She’s seen first-hand just how vindictive I can be…does she believe that I won’t go down that road again? No she’s made it almost too easy for me and well, soon enough my game shall be started as I press play and watch her run around with her head cut off….figuratively of course.”
As I stared out the window I couldn’t help but laugh as images of Stacy running around without her head were just too good not to be envisioned. Turning on my heels I swung my cloak around behind me as I walked toward the basement till soon I was standing right in front of the partially opened wooden door. The door looked as if it had been hanging there for a hundred years as the hinges were rusted and looked as if they could fall apart with a single touch.
“You know what Jack, well one your name alone can’t be used in a sentence without someone bursting into laugher…but two, being a sad little clown suits you. I mean you’re already a joke in this federation as it is, clearly being all nice and junk didn’t work out for you so instead to get all depressed on us? Now you could easily say that the same could be said about me but you know that the difference is? I can admit that I wasn’t good before and well…I’m not depressed and mad at the world. No, no I’m quite happy and content with whom I am right now, and it seems as though you enjoy it as well. Answer me this though…why the sudden fascination with my hair? I highly hope it wasn’t the red…but then again maybe if it was you would leave me alone…but I have drawn my own conclusion here…you see I believe it’s that you’re tired of those boring dreadlocks in that mask and you’re trying to beat me in this match so you can update your look.
Am I right? You want my hair so you can sew it into your mask and have your own long locks to play with and twirl around your finger like the little girl you truly are. That’s the only reason you’d be trying to intimidate me right? I mean you only try to intimidate when you’re frightened that you might actually have a chance at losing…I’m not trying to intimidate you love, no I’m merely helping you get an insight into the person you’re going to be facing and helping you understand just who you are dealing with…which brings me to my next point, would you like to see my dwelling? Of course you would, but I must warn you…as Chelsea has kept a tight hold on me since the birth of that monster, I have seemingly neglected my cleaning duties, so of course just ignore all the little cobwebs and puddles of dried blood…I’ll take care of those later.”
Allowing a sick smile to settle against my lips my hand moved up once again and softly pushed on the door forcing the wooden panel to move from my way as a loud squeaking sound emitting from the hinges as it strained to do just that. Carefully my feet started moving down the steps which showed the same wear and tear as the rest of the house, there was a fear of one day falling through those very pieces of wood but that day those fears were far from my mind. Streams of light flooded the basement shining through holes located in the floor from the room I just left, it’s not very well lit but it’s enough to see the just of the room as I finished my descent down the steps and started on the old concrete floor. All around me there were cobwebs and various other items hanging from the walls, as noted earlier there were numerous red stained spots throughout the floor as they all seemed to lead toward the very back wall. The wall was large and empty except for chains dangling from the stop and bottom of the wall as it’s clear they’re set up for a person to be kept in.
“For a few of you that knew me previously in other federations this wall should look very familiar…I believe a few of you even spent some time against this wall…ah the good old days. But as they say, the past is in the past and right now I’m focused on only one person that I’d love to be hanging from that wall right now…take that comment as you will.
Mr. UnHappy, you really don’t understand what you’re doing in this match, do you? You see, Mr. Happy had been around this federation for a while right? Clearly that wasn’t working out and here came Mr. Unhappy…but, you haven’t had much experience being out on your own, now have you? You’ve been impressive, I will admit that…you’ve won two out of the three matches you’ve been in since showing your face around here…but you’re messing with a woman who found out long ago how to take over and make herself dominate, not just in the ring but within her own being. Mr. Happy is somewhere inside right now and you know he’s struggling…he’s fighting against you UnHappy, he wants to regain his control and send you back to the dark recesses of his mind…what’s to say that won’t happen this week?
You see, Jack grabbing a henchman and running around to different insane asylums and searching for an empty room as you struggle so much to think of what to say to me doesn’t show or mean anything besides you truly are pathetic. You see, one I didn’t search for this room…I own it, and two I don’t need someone else to run around and threaten people for me. I’ve shown you this room because soon enough you will be without a job and of course you’ll need a place to live after you can’t pay your rent anymore. So you know what? I’m going to be nice enough to allow you to live down here for as long as you want, after seeing the state of the room you were in earlier this week I doubt you’ll mind the cobwebs and stains all over the place so I might not even bother cleaning up at all. Now where will you sleep you might ask…well I do have the chains over there, chain you up and it’ll be like sleeping on a cloud, but if you don’t like that idea…I do have this you can borrow. “
Walking over to the far side of the room my steps echoed throughout as quickly the sound of my fingernails hitting something hard floated through the air. Stepping back into view I was walking backwards as something on wheels began to follow until I was standing in the middle of the room and a warm colored burgundy coffin was sitting right in front of me. Slowly running my along the top of it I can’t help but smile as I lift the lid on one side exposing the black silk lining and matching pillow as a sadistic laugh then left my lips.
“Will this work for you? It’s my favorite one but it’s also the only one I still have around here so if that doesn’t work for you then we are going back to the chains…so which would u prefer? Want my opinion? But of course, I’d definitely choose this one right here; I can’t help but admire the soft silk fabric…it’s so inviting isn’t…just crawl in, shut the lid and sleep for hours. But as I said, the choice is yours, so after Payback and after I’ve won and your little career has been forced into retirement we’ll go back to wherever it is you come from and I’ll even be so nice as to help you pack your bags! Then after that you can head off to this place, don’t worry I’ll leave the door unlocked, and just make yourself at home. Oh and don’t worry, this room is practically sound proof so no one will hear your crying. “
Smiling I gently closed the lid to the coffin before I started back up the stairs letting every creak and groan of the boards to race around me causing chills of my own to rise on my body. As I reached the stop of the stairs I stopped just in the doorway allowing the light to add a glow around me before another laugh rained from my lips.
“I’ll see you Sunday Jack, and remember…the door will be unlocked and waiting for you after you lose.”
Pulling the hood up on the cloak I let it mask my face once again before I walked off closing the door behind me leaving nothing but the sound of my footsteps to give way to the darkened atmosphere.
**Scene Two**
All that could be heard was the roar of an excited crowd as I sat at one end of a long table stretched out over the lobby area of the American Airlines Arena, sitting there I kept staring at the freshly opened package of sharpies that had been spaced out along the table as well as the pictures sitting to my left showing my picture as I couldn’t help but laugh under my breath. Any moment the crowd was going to be let in of course everyone had their own wrestlers in mind on who to go to first. We were spaced far enough out to make room for the crowd that it was hard to hear the person next to you over the roar still sounding strong. At that moment I was actually happy about that seeing as Stacy was sitting only a few people down from me, I can’t recall who was exactly to my right but that shows how important they were to me. My train of thought was interrupted as footsteps thundered through the lobby telling us they had finally been let in as I swear the sound was like a herd of bulls had been let in to charge at us. It took but seconds and lines were forming in front of every wrestler there as it’s clear even the worst people have fans out there. As I was watching the lines I once again got interrupted as a young girl tapped the table in front of me as I looked up to see my own line still forming, I couldn’t help but smile as I uncapped the sharpie and looked up at the little girl.
“Hello, what’s your name?”
“Emma...”
Her voice was so soft and sweet I couldn’t help but think of Shelley before I shook my head forcing any sentimental thoughts to leave my head as I still had other business to attend to today. Picking up a picture I wrote out her name and small message before passing it along to her as again I had to repress feelings as she smiled hugging the picture before running off to who I assume was her mother. This continued for a while until I looked up to see someone who I knew would end my calm day, they had on a Stacy Robinson shirt and already the scowl on their face was causing me to clench the marker in my hand.
“Hello Chelsea.”
“Hello and what’s your name?”
“I don’t want your autograph.”
“Well then what can I help you with?”
“I want to know why you turned your back on Stacy.”
“It’s more complicated than you know sweetie.”
“No it isn’t, I’ve followed you two through your career…this isn’t the first time you’ve turned on her…why do you keep doing it?”
“Sometimes I just have to do what’s best for me, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well so am I.”
With that the teenager took the lid off of the cup he had in hand as before I knew it I was soaked in water, security rushed over but for some reason I remember holding my hand up as I wiped the water from my face then noticing that somehow it had managed to stay off of the pictures in front of me.
“No guys, it’s ok…it’s just water.”
Hesitating they gave me a nod before stepping back from the table and walking further down to watch the rest of the crowd. The guy had already disappeared as I sat there slightly shaken but I started to regain my composure as another fan stepped forward wearing one of my shirts, it was another teenager but she smiled at me before passing me a napkin that had been in her purse.
“Thanks sweetie, what’s your name?”
“Jessica.”
Signing the picture I allowed her to take a picture with me as she didn’t seem to mind my soaked hair, I knew I had to look like a mess but for some reason I was starting not to care…that is until I saw someone else walking up to me this time with a Jack UnHappy shirt on. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked into his eyes, not before checking for any cups or bottles in his hands.
“Hello, what’s your name?”
“Jacks gonna beat you, you know that right?”
“Well I’m sure he’s going to give it his best shot.”
“You don’t stand a chance against him; can I have your picture to give to him? I’m going to his line next and I’d love to have him draw on it for me.”
“Well that’d be ok, but only if I can write on it first and you give him the message for me.”
I can see the thoughts running through his mind before he nods with a smirk on his lips as if he’s gotten exactly what he wants. Picking up the sharpie I uncap the tip and place it against the picture before smiling and writing my message, “I’m here as you asked, now where do you want to do this?” Handing it to the guy he looks at it confused before I can see the light bulb go off in his head as he remembers the message Jack UnHappy sent me in his recent shout out.
“Are you two really going to fight today?”
“Well I guess that’s up to him now isn’t? Make sure to pass on the message, ok?”
Nodding frantically I watch him run off to further down the lobby where I assume Jack is, laughing to myself I continued on with signing autographs waiting for the sign to make it back to me as I knew then that this match was going to be a lot more fun than I had first thought.
