Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 11:58:54 GMT -6
Brotherly Love
Phoenix Arizona
After Ignite 203
It was the morning after Ignite in St Louis. Marisol Hawkes nearly had her arm taken off by her former friend and now opponent Ricky Molaroni. Marisol heard her front door being knocked on and she looked at the clock by her bed. As it read eight in the morning, Marisol sighted a bit and winced at her arm.
“So much for relaxing today.”
Marisol flipped the covers off of her and chuckled as her new corgi Peaches made her way off of the bed. Marisol slipped on her black silk robe and fuzzy red slippers and made her way towards the front door.
“I’m coming!”
Marisol just smirked a small smirk as she made her way across the carpeted apartment floor. She got to the door and looked out the peep hole. Her look went to concern as she unlocked and opened the door with her good arm.
“Adam. It is nice seeing you again….”
“We need to talk. Can I come in?”
Marisol opened the door wider and motioned for him to come in. Peaches wagged her short tail and Adam just smiled as he made his way over to her. Marisol shut the door and locked it behind her. Marisol then made her way into the kitchen and turned on the light.
“Can I get you some coffee or water?”
Adam made his way over to the small kitchen table that was near him on his left. Adam sat down and Marisol grabbed two mugs out of the cabinet that was above the sink.
“Coffee please. I am worried Marisol. After seeing Ignite and what happened with you and Ricky….”
Marisol winced as she grabbed two K-Cups out of a box that was sitting near the sink. Marisol turned towards Adam with the same worried look upon her face and just took a heavy sigh.
“I was hoping that you wouldn’t have seen that. That was not my finest PR moment to say the least…and I have had some interesting PR spots in my wrestling career.”
Marisol chuckled as she turned to the Keurig that was sitting near the microwave by the kitchen table. Marisol stuck a K-Cup inside the coffee machine and then a mug underneath the small spout. As Marisol turned it on, Marisol noticed her cell phone vibrate as it was sitting near the coffee machine.
“I take it that is my brother?”
Marisol just chuckled as she looked at the twitter message Damian sent her. Marisol took her good arm and grabbed the phone off of its battery charger.
“Yeah it is Adam. Damian…he is something else for sure. Never had a guy run out there like that without regard for himself. Ricky didn’t look so happy to see him.”
Adam took a heavy sigh and Marisol bit her bottom lip. Marisol heard the machine finish up and she pulled out the mug of coffee. She placed the coffee in front of Adam and then reached for the sugar that was next to the coffee machine.
“Damian has fallen head over heels for you girl. I don’t get why, but this is the first time I think he has been this smitten for anyone….ever. I just don’t want to see my kid brother get hurt ya know.”
Marisol shook her head in understanding and just sat the phone down on the table. She sat across from Adam as she heard the coffee machine finish her cup of coffee. Marisol ignored that and looked at Adam with a concerned look on her face.
"Why are you so protective of Damien? I mean...I understand you are the older brother and all....I don't have any siblings and was trying to understand the dynamic that is between you two is all."
Adam swallowed hard and looked towards the window. Marisol tried to look at Adam's face, but she couldn't see the tear running down his cheek. Adam cleared his throat and then turned back to Marisol.
"I know that you have heard about the car crash. That...that was..."
"It was what? What was it Adam?"
Marisol always had a stubborn streak about her, and it was kicking in. She was one to make sure she knew all the information before making a big commitment. Especially after her break up with Griffin Hawkins. Marisol patted Adam's hand, which was sitting on the table in front of her. Adam meekly smiled at her and took a heavy sigh.
"I feel like the car crash was my fault. I was drag racing Ricky...I didn't realize my kid brother was around. He wasn't supposed to be there that night...."
Adam tried to hold tears back. Marisol looked at him with good intent in her eyes. She was just letting the words absorb into her head. Marisol then smiled and stood up to get her coffee.
"Can I make you a promise Adam?"
Adam looked over at Marisol as she went to get her coffee from the machine. Marisol gently pulled her mug of coffee out of the machine and smiled.
"Promise? Sure thing."
"I am going to promise you that Damien won't be hurt. Not now, not ever. I fight hard for those I care about darling. Damien and your family are included in that."
"Is that because you lost the rest of your family recently?"
Marisol did her best to hold back her tears, but she couldn't. She stood next to the sink and she sobbed a little bit. The first time she was able to shed tears since losing her father to cancer a few months prior. Adam got up and walked over to Marisol. Adam placed his hand on her shoulder, and Marisol turned back around wiping tears from her face.
"Make me another promise Marisol?"
"That promise being?"
"Promise me that you will snap Ricky Molaroni back into reality for me. I nearly lost my kid brother to blind rage and stupid stuff. I do not want Dazi to lose her brother to the same thing. I have to go, but make that promise to me okay?"
Marisol nodded her head yes and walked Adam to the door. The two exchanged a friendly embrace and Marisol unlocked and opened the door for him.
"I promise that I will do that. Ricky is considered a friend. I still have respect for the dude, but Cat has got to be removed from his life once and for all."
Adam chuckled and said his good byes. Marisol shut the door and leaned against the back of it for a moment. She looked over at a photo of her father and smiled.
"I may lose my career papa, but for you I will fight for what I believe in."
Marisol walked over to the kitchen table to her phone and typed in a quick message to Damien before heading for the shower to get started on her day.
April 23, 2015
Video Transmission
"Personal? No. Reality? Yes."
I have learned through my life that this world doesn’t play fair. Life picks and chooses where to stab you whether it is the front or the back. From my mother being killed by a drunk driver when I was four years old to my father passing from cancer about four months ago. Life just isn’t fair and neither is pro wrestling. One minute you are having fun and enjoying the companies you are working or debuting for and the next you find yourself in my situation. I love getting myself into trouble…it is why I am known as controversy. This kind of trouble though....more extreme than taking a few toaster shots to the face in 4CW.
It is no secret that I am a newbie in New Edge Wrestling. It is typical for a rookie to run their mouth and well…my mouth recently got me screwed six ways from Sunday. New Edge Wrestling has this thing. A hangman’s noose match and guess what folks. My debut is going to be just that against someone I honestly still have respect for. I have respect for the Molaroni family for what they have done for me. When my father passed away and my boyfriend broke up with me, both Dazielle and Ricky were there for me. I have no family left, and they are like family to me. Which is why I feel that I owe Ricky Molaroni this ass beating. Simply put...
He needs it.
I know what has gotten into your head lately Ricky. Better yet…I know who has gotten into your head. That red headed evil wench Cat. Yes she is the mother of your son and yes I know that you are going to do what is best for your son. Think about this for just one second though. You are willing to fight me in a hangman’s noose match not even caring about what your son will think. What if I knock the memory out of your head? What if you don’t remember Cat and your son? Those are things that you need to think about because right now I could care less.
You nearly ripped my arm off at the last Ignite. You had no fucking regard for my health or both of my careers and that showed. Only a coward can attack someone from behind and you proved that you are nothing more than a pathetic weakling that Cat made you out to be. Is that red headed bitch the one who told you to break my arm in half? If she is, she better not show the fuck up to the next Ignite. I would be more than happy to lose my job if it meant ending her....for the both of us.
Sometimes it takes a bitch to slap some reality back into someone’s head, and I hope that I can do that for you Ricky. Your sister called me crying and that is when I knew I had to step in. She was worried about your son and what Cat could do to you both. Do you not love yourself enough to care about what Cat would do to you? I know the things that Cat did to you. I know that Cat physically abused you like Timothy abused me. I know how unfair that is. I know the feeling of helplessness and despair when someone you think you love backhands you and tells you that you are worthless and pathetic. It gives you no right to throw friends and family to the side. I know that you want to be there for both Cat and Miguel, but you are also important. Yet you don’t care about yourself enough to realize this. I have a scar on my right shoulder. It is where Timothy tried to slit my throat because I wouldn’t give him what he wanted. I kicked his ass and ran as fast as I could to get away from him...
You need to realize something Ricky, I have nothing left to lose. Lost my father to cancer recently. My aunt set his house on fire because she wanted to kill me. She thought I was in that house Ricky. Greedy bitch was upset that I never gave her money after my father’s passing. She has made that crystal clear to me in court. I lost the only standing memory of my father in the home he donated to the city for at risk youth. So if I lose my wrestling career to you then I know I have achieved everything I wanted to do. You have a lot more to lose than me darling. You have a son and a sister who want you around. You have friends who want you around. Me being one of those friends.
However a friendly gesture turns into a damn hangman’s noose match. If you think the scars on your back are any indication of what Cat can do, then you haven’t met me inside a ring. Especially under the match stipulations we have agreed to. I have a toaster with your name on it Ricky, and I won’t hesitate to make sure the heating coils are hot and your face is burnt off before I put that noose around your neck. I don’t care how bad I injure you. You want to try and break my fucking arm like you did last Ignite? Then do it. I will still kick your ass with one arm and both legs. Are you ready for divine controversy? I am ready to cause some controversy. New Edge hasn't seen anything until they have met me. One of us will hang...and no matter what Ricky...our lives are never the same after that. Controversy however will rule on that day. I will make sure of it. I have promises to keep and I will die while trying to keep them.