Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Feb 23, 2014 16:24:49 GMT -5
**Scene One**
Shallow labored breaths pushed passed my lips as I paced against the wooden flooring underneath me, my cheeks were red and I felt beads of sweat dotting my forehead but I couldn’t help it…this wasn’t because of anger or embarrassment no…it was because of fear. Quickly unzipping the black leather jacket that was over my shoulders I pulled it off as I threw it across the room before then running my fingers through my hair pulling as I do. My eyes stay staring at the floor as I don’t know what to do, my boots had already been thrown off as my shirt was next to fly across the room leaving me in my jeans and a sports bra. Tears filled my eyes as I fell to the floor then backed myself against the nearest wall letting my head hit back against it as I gaze around the ceiling not minding the bright lights stinging my eyes.
“How could I have been so stupid!? I knew better than that and I let my emotions get the best of me…now not only did I embarrass myself on live television…I brought other people down with me. One person in general has had to suffer for my horrid mistake and it is his wrath I fear the most…the pain I went through before was merely a game, something that had to happen for my own good…but this, this time it was different. This time I’d messed up and I haven’t even been with them that long! How much longer is he going to keep me if I screw up like that, I can’t go back to how it was…no I’ve burned too many bridges to get to where I am…if he leaves me I have nothing…I am nothing.”
Hitting the floor beside me with a closed fist I immediately regret my decision as a scream leaves my lips causing me to jerk my hand against my chest. Flexing my fingers I feel the bones ache crying out to me as my skin is slowly turning a bright red, looking at the floor I see the cause of most of the pain as the heads of nails poke out, scattered across the floor just waiting for a victim of their poor construction. Looking back at my hand tears have begun rolling down my cheeks but slow as blood begins to form on the areas where the nail took its bite, seeing the small line of red rolling down my hand my mind starts shifting gears taking me back to the dark I was forced to endure just weeks ago. “There will be no weak links in the S-Pac chain! You must make your body used to the pain if you are going to stand a chance against the others!”
“Take the pain…Use the pain…but how does that help me when I probably already got myself killed by Scott! Why did I do that…I knew better…I was thinking with my emotions and letting them act for me, everything he told me not to do…and I ignored him. What is going to do to me, what’s going to happen? Will be kick me out of S-Pac…probably, what will happen before or after that though? Will he have the others take care of me? What if it happens during my match with Stacy this week…will that be my pay back? Will they cost me my chance at getting a shot at the World Championship…they others want it just as bad and I am the new guy. Will I be forced to give up and let one of them take a more deserving shot at the title…what have I done?...talk about career suicide.
He told already me there would be no weak links in S-Pac…isn’t that what I am? I know he showed me better than that but am I really any better if I was so stupid as to let Stacy of all people get into my head and push me so far as to make a fool of myself on live television? How is that being a strong member of the group? How is that being a credible wrestler at all? Everyone around this place knows how to keep it together…they know what happens when you allow people to get the best of you…sure it happened but have they embarrassed themselves like this? It’s not the fact I was embarrassed that is getting to me…it’s the fact that I’m no longer alone now…if I go down I’m hurting Scott and I can’t do that, he’s already done so much for me and I’ve already let him down. How could I let him down! “
Standing up I grab a chair that had been close to me as I turn throwing it against the wall I had just been sitting against, hitting the hard wall the force of the throw causes it to break apart slightly sending a few splinters into the air as they catch my bare skin. Standing there I look around the room unable to think of what to do next, the pain in my hand has become a dull throb as I know I don’t want to look at the swelling that is surely taking place. A thought comes to my head to make a run for it, just run and leave everything…everyone…escape the wrath of Savage and just go on my own. It surprised me how scared I was of this man…something I had never been used to, in a sense I was almost afraid of being afraid. Just as my mind had come to the conclusion that running would be the best plan and I was heading toward the door my cellphone went off causing me to jump as I had forgotten it was still in my pocket. Taking it out I saw Scotts name clear as day against the screen, just anticipating what he was going to say made me heart fall to my stomach as I tapped on the message as it appeared on the screen. Expecting the worse I was surprised to see a single line of text running across, “You are going to be fine, worry about your match.”
I froze in my place looking around the room, seeing as it was such a small room it was clear no one else was in here and I didn’t see any signs of cameras although with Scott I knew he could be watching…looking back down at the text I take a deep breath seeing his words causing me to relax slightly. Closing my eyes I allow myself to sink to my knees as my lips repeat a few of his words in a whisper, almost as if trying to reassure myself of the fact. “You are going to be fine, you are going to be fine, you are going to be fine…”
“I am going to be fine…it’s time to make up for my mistake”
**Scene Two**
“The trilogy cup tournament, the winner of said tournament will go on to face who ever happens to be holding the prestigious WCF World Heavyweight Championship at the time. I find it funny how ever since the matches for this tournament were announced everyone has been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. People are approaching this match in different ways; whether it being trying to intimidate, humiliate, or desecrate…but no matter how they play it something’s show through clear as day…desperation, fear, and uncertainty. As I said everyone is approaching this match in different ways, whatever seems to work and be most comfortable for them they are running with and hoping for the best…smart decision but you see that means I have to have my own unique approach to this, right?
It’s said that everyone in this tournament has never held a world championship…at least not one in this federation. This is where my approach comes into play, I have held two world titles in my career…both times I won I was forced to face multiple people for that chance. In one I was put through a tournament just like this where when it came to the end I faced and defeated one Chase Michaels…that alone gives me the confidence I need for I know I can and have won a tournament similar to this in the past. Put that together with the fact that I have defeated Stacy Robinson before in a match and it’s nearly certain that this week will be my week to move forward in this tournament and begin my walk to becoming the WCF World Heavyweight Champion. “
Letting a laugh fall from my lips I stared into a simple mirror hanging against a blackened wall as my emerald green eyes shine bright bringing an even eerier look to the emotions running over my face. Looking into my own gaze nothing else can be seen but for my face as that’s just how I wanted it at this time.
“You look at this tournament and the names that are on the card…has anyone made the connection that S-Pac has three different chances to make this championship come home to Scott Savage? Waylon Cash is in the world title match this week and both Benjamin Atreyu and I have been placed in the tournament, those are pretty good odds seeing as there is a very good chance that the both of us will advance our position and move up the ladder to that glorious championship that shall soon be sitting against the waist of Waylon Cash.
Win or those though, for me, this match is very important. This is a chance to prove even more in the mind of the men in this federation that I belong here! Women have been dropping like flies in this federation and you know what? There are two maybe three of us backstage now…and that is exactly how I like it. I get along better with the guys; they bring more of a challenge and carry less drama on their shoulders. Now the ones who have fought me in the past know what I bring with me to the ring and they have learned not to underestimate me fore I can stand with the toughest of them and still come out the winner. But the guys in this federation still show signs of doubt in their mind as they look into my eyes and see not that of a competitor but a piece of arm candy that that façade will be put to sleep once I’m finished. I am a one time Television Champion, I withstood the torture at the hands of Lilith, I defeated Sarah Twilight where she then left the federation, I defeated and forced Mr. Jack Happy into retirement, and I was handpicked to join the Savage Political Action Committee by Scott Savage himself! I turned my back on those who were once family to me in order to do what I needed to do to better myself! I am not a weak link and if you see believe in some sexist idiotic part of your mind that I don’t deserve to be in this federation you can go straight to hell! “
Taking a deep breath I close my eyes forcing my body to calm down and my breathing to settle as I turn my head, rolling my neck slightly before letting my lips part and the breath to come out in a slow hiss. Reopening my eyes the brightness has dulled faintly showing my body regaining control, when I open my mouth the words come out in a soft whisper.
“Last week I tried to one up Stacy and even now I know it was foolish as I know her better than that, we both know each other better than that and that is why this week our match is going to be one to watch if you want to see the true definition of what women fighting should be. We don’t belong confined in a division just for us; we don’t belong in frilly little skirts with our hair in pigtails and lollipops. I have taken more pain in matches than most of the guys in the back could ever imagine and I am still standing here with the scars and imperfections to prove I belong in this industry. I have felt the blood of my opponents run through my hands as my vision went red and I had to be forced off of them because once you get that taste of blood on the tip of your tongue that is all you want. When you get to the point in matches where all you want to do if hurt someone, where you couldn’t care less whether you win or lose as long you are the only one to walk away from that ring that is when you will understand the pain and torture my mind has went through since I started wrestling in this industry.
Whenever I step into that ring anything that might have brought mercy to my opponents will leave my mind and I will be staring into the eyes of someone who is merely standing in my way of glory. People keep bringing up the fact that if this tournament unfolds in the right situation I might have to face my husband in that ring…everyone is going crazy thinking that this is going to be the news article of the year, that some kind of big blow out is going to happen if it comes to that. Do you people seriously not know your history? Have you not done your research? I have faced that man before, before we were married and after and it doesn’t affect how we are out of that ring. We both know that when you get in that ring personal feelings need to be put on hold, we have worked this industry long enough to know what to do. But that being said…it brings me to an interesting point.
My husband, Seifer, he had the longest world title reign record back in our old federation…a record that I swore I would beat, but he fact of the matter is that he has a hunger for that belt just as much as I do. I have defeated him in a world title match before to grab my second ever world championship and he knows I wouldn’t blink twice before doing it again. You see though, that is where a problem arises, we may not mind fighting one another in the ring, and we know how hard each other fight so it’s no surprise to see blood on the mat after the fact. But the problem is we know each other so well that we are able to know what the other is doing before is happens…and that is also my problem this week. Stacy and I have been friends since I first started wrestling and we have become like sisters, you may look at us now and laugh seeing as the drama between us but you have to remember…this isn’t the first time we’ve been like this. Anyway, my point is we know each other so well from having matches and training with one another that it’s going to be hard for either of us to gain the upper hand in this match. Now that’s not to say there won’t be a winner because I can promise you there will be a winner but it’s not going to be an easy task to get it done. “
Heaving a deep sigh my eyes shift down looking into the darkness under the mirror I had to wonder deep within my mind what I was doing then but after my day of ‘fun’ with Scott a bit back I’d been able to force myself to listen to him and learn when to panic and when to keep my cool. That moment was one that I needed to keep myself in check and know that I was better than what was being put against me, I was the one he had asked and I was the one he had taken the time out to make me a better person…something I will forever be grateful for.
“This week may not be easy but I promise everyone watching at home what I will be the one advancing in this tournament, I will be the only woman to make my way to the top of this federation and once again as I like it I will be the dominant female! I will go on to become the WCF World Heavyweight Champion and pray to all that is holy that each and every one of you backstage keep your eyes on me this week as I will redeem myself and show you why I am your worst nightmare.”
In a swift movement the hand I had scraped up early goes through the mirror sending shards to rain down hitting what sounds like porcelain and concrete before nothing but silence hangs in the air giving way to the static trying to sound through. Whispering every so softly I spoke to the darkness this time not as an enemy…but that of an old friend…
“Are you ready?”
