Post by wblstudios on Mar 21, 2006 16:58:01 GMT -5
Dreaming comes so easily
Cause it's all that I've known
True love is a fairytale
I'm damaged, so how would I know?
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Hotel Room
1:19 PM
Thanks to the miracle of room service, Ellis barely had to make any human contact, even while getting something to eat. It worked for her, because after what had happened in her debut match, she didn't think she could put up with another human being without...
Apparently she had assaulted Criss Angel so severely in her squash debut that nobody was too sure what happened to him. When she caught the late night replay, she wasn't too sure what had happened to her. She could barely even remember that night. She remembered putting on her 'ring attire', getting in her car and pulling into the garage... the last thing she could remember was shutting off the ignition. After that... there she was in her hotel room, staring down a pretty unappetizing salad.
Somewhere along the way, her forehead had been cut into again, and she knew looking over the footage from her match several times, that Criss hadn't done this. Now she was carving into herself without even recalling it.
She was getting worse.
Knowing where this train of thought was eventually going to lead, Ellis forced herself back on her feet. Chalking the wilted, warmed over mistake on the dresser table to experience, she slipped on her autographed leather jacket (Bret Hart, another person she had no recollection meeting... just what did I used to be?, the thought pierced her mind), and hopped into one of the few places she could be alone...
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The Road
1:33 AM
Ellis forced herself to look at her options as she sped down the road, looking for one of those institutions that are getting easier and easier to find in our society... an all-night restaraunt. She could quit right now before she destroyed someone else. But then what could she do? She was dangerous anywhere. Might as well stay in a society where violence, against everything you were taught when you were young, does solve problems.
Her only other option was to keep cashing her meager paychecks and keep chipping away at the glass ceiling that American wrestling had set up for women. Where else could a flat chested scarred up beast find a wrestling career than on the indy circuit, she thought ruefully before she pulled into the first late-night diner that didn't seem to be swarmed by crackheads. Of course, crackheads were getting more creative these days.
So where to start?, Ellis thought to herself as she pulled into park and made her way into the greasy spoon. Whether they thought she was ready for the big time already, or thought she was unimportant enough to curtain jerk and help push three other newcomers, her situation was staring down the Team of Treachery. She hadn't heard a damned thing from JJ Biggs or Larry Xtreme, two of the newcomers that she was stuck with. She didn't know what to make of Ace. But then again, Ellis never really was a team player. She'd fight, and die, alone. She accepted that fact long ago, and although it didn't make her happy, it put her at peace. Peace was enough.
Logan and Seth Lerch were both going to be occupied later that night, but she couldn't rule out their interest. And while she hadn't heard from Larry or JJ, she hadn't heard from Wreck, Rick Mad, Rage, or the person she had a feeling was going to be the biggest problem... Tommy Havock. And she had been keeping tabs, in the only way she knew how.
Maybe the Team of Treachery doesn't care about taking care of a bunch of certain-jerkers, and is more interested in their stake in the mid-card. Or maybe they don't care about the match because they think I'll be a pushover, the thought permeated her mind. They won't have a problem taking care of a scarred up, scrawny little bitch who's never going to make it and just got lucky, fuck if that's ever going to happen again...
It only took her a few second to find a seat and unfurl one of the napkins. Even if it was dirty and greasy, a knife would be a knife right now...
---
~Ellis
Lyrics to "Damaged" courtesy of Plumb
Cause it's all that I've known
True love is a fairytale
I'm damaged, so how would I know?
---
Hotel Room
1:19 PM
Thanks to the miracle of room service, Ellis barely had to make any human contact, even while getting something to eat. It worked for her, because after what had happened in her debut match, she didn't think she could put up with another human being without...
Apparently she had assaulted Criss Angel so severely in her squash debut that nobody was too sure what happened to him. When she caught the late night replay, she wasn't too sure what had happened to her. She could barely even remember that night. She remembered putting on her 'ring attire', getting in her car and pulling into the garage... the last thing she could remember was shutting off the ignition. After that... there she was in her hotel room, staring down a pretty unappetizing salad.
Somewhere along the way, her forehead had been cut into again, and she knew looking over the footage from her match several times, that Criss hadn't done this. Now she was carving into herself without even recalling it.
She was getting worse.
Knowing where this train of thought was eventually going to lead, Ellis forced herself back on her feet. Chalking the wilted, warmed over mistake on the dresser table to experience, she slipped on her autographed leather jacket (Bret Hart, another person she had no recollection meeting... just what did I used to be?, the thought pierced her mind), and hopped into one of the few places she could be alone...
---
The Road
1:33 AM
Ellis forced herself to look at her options as she sped down the road, looking for one of those institutions that are getting easier and easier to find in our society... an all-night restaraunt. She could quit right now before she destroyed someone else. But then what could she do? She was dangerous anywhere. Might as well stay in a society where violence, against everything you were taught when you were young, does solve problems.
Her only other option was to keep cashing her meager paychecks and keep chipping away at the glass ceiling that American wrestling had set up for women. Where else could a flat chested scarred up beast find a wrestling career than on the indy circuit, she thought ruefully before she pulled into the first late-night diner that didn't seem to be swarmed by crackheads. Of course, crackheads were getting more creative these days.
So where to start?, Ellis thought to herself as she pulled into park and made her way into the greasy spoon. Whether they thought she was ready for the big time already, or thought she was unimportant enough to curtain jerk and help push three other newcomers, her situation was staring down the Team of Treachery. She hadn't heard a damned thing from JJ Biggs or Larry Xtreme, two of the newcomers that she was stuck with. She didn't know what to make of Ace. But then again, Ellis never really was a team player. She'd fight, and die, alone. She accepted that fact long ago, and although it didn't make her happy, it put her at peace. Peace was enough.
Logan and Seth Lerch were both going to be occupied later that night, but she couldn't rule out their interest. And while she hadn't heard from Larry or JJ, she hadn't heard from Wreck, Rick Mad, Rage, or the person she had a feeling was going to be the biggest problem... Tommy Havock. And she had been keeping tabs, in the only way she knew how.
Maybe the Team of Treachery doesn't care about taking care of a bunch of certain-jerkers, and is more interested in their stake in the mid-card. Or maybe they don't care about the match because they think I'll be a pushover, the thought permeated her mind. They won't have a problem taking care of a scarred up, scrawny little bitch who's never going to make it and just got lucky, fuck if that's ever going to happen again...
It only took her a few second to find a seat and unfurl one of the napkins. Even if it was dirty and greasy, a knife would be a knife right now...
---
~Ellis
Lyrics to "Damaged" courtesy of Plumb
