Post by Deleted on May 18, 2015 15:51:35 GMT -6
Last Whispers
Break down the walls
All around
Can’t fight it anymore
The thoughts and the sounds.
The hate people have
Really sucks
Yet I could care less
Don’t give two fucks.
When I end you in the ring
It will stop to make you think
About those voices you have in your head
The last whispers you hear
Before you lose everything you hold dear.
It was a warm night in New York City. The cars were honking their horns to make way to go through the crowded streets. People walking by talking and laughing at things that were around them. It was a normal night in the city. Marisol Hawkes had just turned the corner from Broadway and pulled out a small camera. She turned it on and then turned the camera on her to show the fading bruise from around her collar bone. Marisol leaned up against the wall of a building that was close by and she started to speak.
"You know it wasn’t that long ago when I was hung from the rafters by Ricky Molaroni in our hangman’s noose match. To be quite honest, that one match has made me take a look at my life as a whole. I have lost sight of what I really wanted in pro wrestling as well as life in general. I now have a piece of that puzzle taken care of with regards to the outer happenings of my life. But what about the wrestling aspect? What am I going to be gunning for in NEW that means a lot to a lot of people in the company?
Simple really. The NEW world title."
Marisol took her free hand and she rubbed the bruise as she closed her eyes. Marisol quickly took a deep breath and then opened her eyes. She looked into the camera with an intense look in her eyes and smirked before looking at the people that are all around her.
"I don’t have time for the child like antics and the shit from little children who claim to be adults ready to wrestle. I have this major match to get ready for. Terrordome….the major step I need to take to get my hands on gold once more. In order for me to get to that step, I first have to qualify. This match is a fatal four way. It seems that two of my opponents are very silent while one has proven that she wants this shot about as bad as me."
Marisol nodded her head with a smile on her face at a couple that passed her by. She looked over across the street at a group of friends who were laughing as they left a theater. Marisol chuckled a little bit before speaking again.
"Seth Lawless. The man who appears to be going through a major identity crisis in my opinion and hasn’t really said two words to his opponents. Your identity is only one thing that makes you who you are in this wrestling world. Now granted, Seth has probably done more than me in the wrestling industry and his identity is probably well known. That was the past however and this is the present. Now, Seth is going to be nothing but a pile of rubble on the side of the road. He is going to wonder how he has been passed up and it is simple really. There are more hungry wolves that want this shot. I am one of those wolves and I will be more than happy to chew you up and spit you out Seth. Please do everyone a kind favor. Go back to the pathetic life you came from and make sure you take whatever woman you are with at the time with you okay?"
Marisol turned the camera facing the people in front of her and she started to walk. Taking in the lights all around her, she continued to speak about her opponents.
"Another silent one as of late is Jimmy Abel. Granted I have never heard of this dude before, he seems like a very interesting character. Sad to say, I don’t really care to get to know him that well. He like Seth is just another road block in my way of gaining my glory and rightful spot at the top of New Edge Wrestling. Now little Jimmy may speak up and he may gain a few cheers here and there, but nothing like when I walk into the room. There is a reason that they call me divine controversy Jimmy, and the only question is this. How do you want your career to end?"
Marisol rounded the corner to Times Square. She stopped in to take the sights and the sounds of the middle of town. Marisol then turned the camera back to her face and just smirked.
"Kaycee...you are going to be the toughest opponent that I have out there in this match. You want this shot at glory just as much as I do. I will admit, I first underestimated you. We both have a lot to prove after all. You are a green as grass rookie and I am looking to get back to the peak of my career. You better give me your all Kaycee. If you even make one slight mistake, I will end you."
Marisol saw a picture of her band in Times Square and just smiled. She pointed at the camera and winked.
"Do you hear the voices of doubt? Those last whispers of everything about this match...about what I can do to you all. I have been through hell in my life and one thing I have learned for sure is this. Stay focused on your prize. Right now I have to get through you three road blocks, but I will make it to Terror Dome. When I do...that is when the fun begins."
Marisol turned the camera back towards the lights and city. She hummed a song as the camera slowly faded to black on the screen.
Break down the walls
All around
Can’t fight it anymore
The thoughts and the sounds.
The hate people have
Really sucks
Yet I could care less
Don’t give two fucks.
When I end you in the ring
It will stop to make you think
About those voices you have in your head
The last whispers you hear
Before you lose everything you hold dear.
It was a warm night in New York City. The cars were honking their horns to make way to go through the crowded streets. People walking by talking and laughing at things that were around them. It was a normal night in the city. Marisol Hawkes had just turned the corner from Broadway and pulled out a small camera. She turned it on and then turned the camera on her to show the fading bruise from around her collar bone. Marisol leaned up against the wall of a building that was close by and she started to speak.
"You know it wasn’t that long ago when I was hung from the rafters by Ricky Molaroni in our hangman’s noose match. To be quite honest, that one match has made me take a look at my life as a whole. I have lost sight of what I really wanted in pro wrestling as well as life in general. I now have a piece of that puzzle taken care of with regards to the outer happenings of my life. But what about the wrestling aspect? What am I going to be gunning for in NEW that means a lot to a lot of people in the company?
Simple really. The NEW world title."
Marisol took her free hand and she rubbed the bruise as she closed her eyes. Marisol quickly took a deep breath and then opened her eyes. She looked into the camera with an intense look in her eyes and smirked before looking at the people that are all around her.
"I don’t have time for the child like antics and the shit from little children who claim to be adults ready to wrestle. I have this major match to get ready for. Terrordome….the major step I need to take to get my hands on gold once more. In order for me to get to that step, I first have to qualify. This match is a fatal four way. It seems that two of my opponents are very silent while one has proven that she wants this shot about as bad as me."
Marisol nodded her head with a smile on her face at a couple that passed her by. She looked over across the street at a group of friends who were laughing as they left a theater. Marisol chuckled a little bit before speaking again.
"Seth Lawless. The man who appears to be going through a major identity crisis in my opinion and hasn’t really said two words to his opponents. Your identity is only one thing that makes you who you are in this wrestling world. Now granted, Seth has probably done more than me in the wrestling industry and his identity is probably well known. That was the past however and this is the present. Now, Seth is going to be nothing but a pile of rubble on the side of the road. He is going to wonder how he has been passed up and it is simple really. There are more hungry wolves that want this shot. I am one of those wolves and I will be more than happy to chew you up and spit you out Seth. Please do everyone a kind favor. Go back to the pathetic life you came from and make sure you take whatever woman you are with at the time with you okay?"
Marisol turned the camera facing the people in front of her and she started to walk. Taking in the lights all around her, she continued to speak about her opponents.
"Another silent one as of late is Jimmy Abel. Granted I have never heard of this dude before, he seems like a very interesting character. Sad to say, I don’t really care to get to know him that well. He like Seth is just another road block in my way of gaining my glory and rightful spot at the top of New Edge Wrestling. Now little Jimmy may speak up and he may gain a few cheers here and there, but nothing like when I walk into the room. There is a reason that they call me divine controversy Jimmy, and the only question is this. How do you want your career to end?"
Marisol rounded the corner to Times Square. She stopped in to take the sights and the sounds of the middle of town. Marisol then turned the camera back to her face and just smirked.
"Kaycee...you are going to be the toughest opponent that I have out there in this match. You want this shot at glory just as much as I do. I will admit, I first underestimated you. We both have a lot to prove after all. You are a green as grass rookie and I am looking to get back to the peak of my career. You better give me your all Kaycee. If you even make one slight mistake, I will end you."
Marisol saw a picture of her band in Times Square and just smiled. She pointed at the camera and winked.
"Do you hear the voices of doubt? Those last whispers of everything about this match...about what I can do to you all. I have been through hell in my life and one thing I have learned for sure is this. Stay focused on your prize. Right now I have to get through you three road blocks, but I will make it to Terror Dome. When I do...that is when the fun begins."
Marisol turned the camera back towards the lights and city. She hummed a song as the camera slowly faded to black on the screen.