Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 9:30:55 GMT -6
No person is without their personal demons.
It seems my opponent this week has plenty and he’s let them possess him when dealing with his ex-girlfriend and her new beau but that... is no consequence to me.
Getting in that ring... that’s what matters because once between those ropes the only thing in my mind is what’s directly in front of me and that this coming Ignite, is going to be Austen Impact.
However, speaking of demons.
***
I have always had bullies. Little demon children that thrive on the pain of others, simply because they didn't receive the love and attention they needed from their parents, whether it is deserved or not I learned pretty quickly to not let anything they said affect me too deeply which is why I feel I'm pretty well rounded and emotionally stable in adulthood.The last time I was ever bullied was freshman year of high-school. I remember it clearly. I had always been a little thicker than the other girls my age. Maybe not what you would call OBESE but when comparing me to these tall, big breasted size 0 girls I looked like I should have a farmer brand on my ass.
This particular day, I had been walking through the main concourse of the school. It was pretty late since the final bell rang. And there sat one of my biggest contenders. The guy was my age but had made fun of me our entire academic careers. It was always something, whether it be my chunkiness, or my worn clothing. The fact that I had glasses or maybe that I was always reading. Either way, this kid sees me coming and offers up, "Hey there fat ass."
Now, usually I would smile... Nod my head and keep going but something inside me snapped today. I stopped, looking at him with a furrowed brow and replied, "Well I guess you'd be a leading authority on the subject considering the size of the one you're sitting on right now huh?"
My heart was racing. The adrenaline coursing through my body making each thump loud in my ears. The boy stuttered on his words, unable to get out a retort out quick enough so his momentum is gone. He's lost the advantage and I had come out the victor.
Word got around about my victory, it lead to nothing but respect from all the cliques. I wasn't really a member of any of them but I would often get invited to hang out. Get party invites. Sit at the lunch table. It had made those horrible teenage years just a little more bearable.
What I learned though was to abandon any fear I had about what the consequences of some actions would be. I would often hesitate, think about how what I was doing might affect someone else. It was the start of an outlook that only intensified as time went on.
One that was reinforced by my mentor.
***
{The camera focuses in on the image of a blonde sitting on a large boulder. She dressed in what appears to be workout gear. Lycra bicycle shorts, in black. Loose fitting white tank with a bright blue sports bra underneath. She has a lanyard around her neck, sporting a 'comic' theme of various superheroes. It's holding a bright green Ipad shuffle. There is a set of Captain America headphones around her neck but there is currently no music coming from them. She tosses a small rock into the Atlantic.}"People look at my size and think that I shouldn't be feared. They look at my experience and brush off any chances I might have for winning. They seem to think I will be easy to pick off."
{She throws another stone into the crashing waves, the sun is setting in the background. It's casting a beautiful red-orange hue into the water giving it the appearance of molten sunlight dancing along the wet sand below her bare feet. To the side a pair of multicoloured Nike shoes are out of reach of the wet. She wiggles her toes in the water as it recedes, letting them make imprints in the mud.}
"I only talk shit about people when they do it first. As I said, I respect abilities. I don't tell someone they suck or have no skill but that doesn't stop me from having confidence in myself and what I know I can do once I get between those ropes. I know I am a talented wrestler. I earned my place at Terrordome by beating a long time player. I won my debut against a man who statistically out matched me. I have done everything I set out to do so far and this match against Austen will be no different. Austen is a good wrestler, a talented athlete. He knows how to find an advantage, which is why he is the New Edge Champion. It is also the same reason I will beat him on Ignite 206."
{She digs her toes a little deeper, burying them in the cold dirt, liking the feeling of it. She still doesn't look up to the camera, instead she remains focused on the setting sun in front of her.}
"Austen is a bully. As is two-thirds of this roster. Trained that the best way to get an advantage is to emotionally stunt and shut down your opponent so that when they come out to the ring they are either emotionally distressed or so angry they forget who they are. Those kind of tactics don't elicit that kind of response from me."
{she gives a glimmer of a smile.}
"I grew up being bullied. Whether it was because my mom was a stripper, or I was a bastard. How about my clothes, my grandma, my weird obsession with waffles and comics. Even, the fact that I didn't act like 90% of the rest of the pretty girls in my school. You name it, I was bullied about it. I could have easily let it get to me. I could have used it as an excuse to become depressed, to wallow in how sucky my life was. I could have died my hair black and drawn pentagrams on the wall. I could have slit my wrists too. But I didn't. Because I realized that all those people were missing out on being a part of my life. As kooky and zany as it was. I wasn't losing by them ostracising me, they were the losers."
{She throws another rock into the ocean. This one actually skips a couple times before sinking}
"In my junior year those people finally realized that I didn't give a shit about their opinions and well, it kinda made me that chick that everyone was cool with. Can't say I had many close friends but it never bothered me. So when people like Al Envy, Austen and Tristen Ambrose's manager... Which I gotta say I think is pretty much a pussy move. Guy can't speak for himself? That's lame, and what he said wasn't even that good. I laughed for a good ten minutes when I saw that tweet. Go back to the chocolate factory you oompa loompa. Seriously, totes just lost respect points for your 'client' with that horrible display."
{She snorts and shakes her head.}
"But enough about that dude. Austen..."
{She finally turns to the camera.}
"You are a crazy son of a bitch. Not pulling any punches. You got some crazy fucked up shit going on in that head of yours. Maybe other people would be put off by that, I mean shit your ex girl Dazi is acting like you want to put her in itty bitty bags of body parts but I don't see a serial killer. I don't even see the toughest opponent. I just see a man that screwed up, got the shaft and then got pissed on. Hey I'd be pretty angry too if my girl basically dumped me for the guy she hated a second ago but seriously, make like Elsa and let it go."
{she gives another smirk}
"Cuz frankly you got lucky at Ignite 205. You don't honestly believe that horseshoe up your ass is going to keep working forever do you? Not saying you're not talented but you did have an interference. If I won that way I would at least own that shit. If you keep letting all that built up rage keep building it's not going to come out to help you at 206, not and Lights Out Supershow and definitely not at Justice. You're going to self destruct. Just like a suitcase in the underground. Sure you might take out a few people with you, but you won't have anything to show for it because your brain will be splattered all over those subway tiles. I see your weakness. I was trained to see them in my opponents and like the opportunist I am... I use it to make my fatal blow. As I have done in my last two matches.
I hope that you get your shit together. I hope that you put all that shit aside stepping into the ring with me and we do it right. Make it a Main Event to remember but I seriously have my doubts. It's disappointing to see that not only do you not give your opponent, me, any kind of respect by acknowledging our upcoming match but that your obsession with this girl has superseded anything else worthwhile in your life. Get over it. There are plenty more girls out there, most of which will, suck your dick just as good if not better. So put on your big boy pants and get your head in the game."
{Kaycee stands, stretching out and once again wiggling her toes in the muck and giving a big of a smile.}
"I await your words on how you'll destroy me Mr. Impact. Should be a fine bit of hilarious video. But in the mean time, take care and don't get decapitated by Aaron Mercer... I would hate to be a winner by default."
{She blows the camera a kiss before it fades out on Kaycee suddenly dropping her ipod and headphones with her shoes and running into the water, diving into it.}