Post by Alexander Rizzo on Dec 17, 2016 1:33:37 GMT
Choices and Consequences
It is said that everyone determines their own fate by the decisions they make. If that is true then I must have made some horrible decisions in my life. Decisions that has cost me family and have cost me my own name.
Witness Protection FBI headquarters 1990
“Do you understand the choices that you and your wife had made Mr. Rizzo?” The agent asked as he handed the pen over to my father.
My father nodded his head in agreement as he signed the documentation. “He has cost me so much already, I must do what I have to do to protect Alexander.”
The agent nodded his head as he picked the piece of paper up and laid it into the folder he looked over at my father and my mother. “I am sorry about the loss of Andrew and Adrina.” He pauses for a moment as he slid their photos into the folder. “It is important that you never speak to anyone about them two. Young Alexander will not remember them and it is in the best interest that you do not tell him about them.” He said as he reached into the center drawer and pulled out a blue folder. “Before we get started is there anything you would like to ask me or any concerns you might have?” The agent asked.
“No sir!” my father replied
He turned his head toward my mother “What about you ma’am?” he asked.
At first she didn’t say a word, she had tears running down her face. She slowly turned her head toward my father as she held tightly to me. “Are you stupid? They will find us.” She yelled out.
Quickly the door flew open and in marched three other agents one grabbed me from my mother’s arms as I cried, the other grabbed my mother and the third stood at the doorway.
“Allesandra, calm down.” The original agent said as he stood up. “Your husband is doing this for the safety of you and your son.” He signal the agent who was holding me to bring me over to my parents. “Take a look at him? Do you want to take him back to the life that caused the death of your other two children?” he asked.
My mother shook her head no.
“Good, now if you will allow me to continue I will set you three up with your new lives.” The agent said as he looked over at my Father. “We here at the agency have decided to place you guys in New Orleans, Louisiana.” He said.
My father smiled.
“Your new identities are Jackson Ford, Amber Ford, and little Jackson. Our agents have examined your skill set and decided that with your knowledge of the sea it is in our best interest to keep you in that situation you will own and operate a restaurant and bar on a boat. Are there any objections?” the agent asked as he handed the identifications over to my father.
“What are our backstory?” my mother asked?
The agent paused for a moment and thought about the question before giving an answer. “You are originally from Seattle who moved to Louisiana during the oil spill.” He said. “From there you guys can make up the rest. I feel that if you guys have a little say in your back story it will be beneficial for you and you will accept your new identities.
The agent was handed a sheet of paper from one of the other agents who was still in the room. He looked at it for a few moments and then tossed it into the trash before speaking. “I have been in this line of work for almost 25 years now. I still sometimes forget certain details as it was just pointed out.” He smiled and then paused for a moment and looked over at me before looking back at my father and mother. “In order for this to work you guys will need to know these guidelines to follow. Do not run for any office, do not draw attention to yourselves, lastly and most important do not and I mean do not attempt to make contact with anyone from your past. As of five am this morning you Andrew, Allesandra and Alexander Rizzo died in a car crash.” He said
“Excuse me, sir.” The female agent spoke up to get the attention of the lead agent. “The movers are here.”
The lead agent acknowledge her. “Don’t worry Mr. Ford we have code names movers are agents who look like movers to help you all settle down.” He said as he looked over at us. “Now what do you say about getting to your new life?” he said with a smile
The scene fades away as we are escorted out of the building and to the car which is parked in front of a moving truck.
A Visit
Cemetery
December 13th 2016
The wind blew softly shifting the dead leaves across the pathway as I continued to walk… “It has been way to long since I have been here.” I mumbled to myself as I continue to make my way down the path. I looked around at the headstones before entering a wooded area. Shaking my head from left to right I noticed the bench that Dylan and myself had put in years ago. As I got closer I noticed a familiar face sitting on that bench but it wasn’t someone I know it was more like someone I have seen in my dreams.
“Excuse me, but this is a private area!” I said as I stood in front of her. “I am going to have to ask you to leave this part of the cemetery.” I extended my hand out to help her up.
Placing her hand in mine she looked up at me, and in a peaceful voice she began to speak. “Alexander, I knew it would be a matter of time before you made your way to see him.”
I let go of her hand and took a step back. I stuttered a little bit as I spoke “h..How do you know my name? I never told anyone about it?”
She stood up and faced me placing her hands on my shoulder she leaned in and whispered into my ear. “I have always known your name, brother!”
I pushed her away “You’re not my sister!” I said
“But I am, and I can prove it.” She said as she reached into her purse pulling out a picture. She handed me the picture.
I looked at it and really couldn’t say anything, I saw my father, my mother, holding me and another boy that looks like me with a girl sitting in front of them.
“See, that is mom, dad, you and our brother Andrew, and me. My name is Adrina by the way.” She said.
“This is crazy, both of you have come to me in my dreams. This must be another dream.” I said
“Look, Alex keep that picture my cell number is on the back if you want to talk to me but I am sure you didn’t come here to discover you have a sister. I will let you be.” She said as she reached in and gave me a hug.
She turned and walked away as I stood there watching her walk slowly down the path. Once I was assured she was gone I turned and looked at my father’s grave. I just stood there for several minutes thinking about what just happened.
“You know what dad, I am beginning to see the picture.” I said as I took a seat down on the ground. “I usually came up here to pay my respect to you, now I don’t know why I am here.” I said as rubbed the ground with my right hand.
“I am just going to come out and say it. You are in this ground for the choice you made. I am now paying the consequences for your decisions.” With a stern voice I said.
“Jackson!” a familiar voice said.
I turn and looked and it was Kandra who was coming up to visit Dylan’s grave. I stood up quickly. “I got to get out of here!” I said as I walked off leaving the picture on the ground for Kandra to find.
Several hours has passed I was at the local pub shit face and refusing to leave.
“Mr. Ford, its closing time you need to leave.” Said the bartender
“Look you and I both know it’s not closing time. You just don’t want to serve me anymore,” I said as I slammed my hand on the bar counter.
“Well yeah you are right so you need to leave, before law enforcement is involved” He said as he picked up the phone.
“That will not be necessary. I will take him home with me.” Kandra said as she walked into the bar room. “Come on Jackson you are coming to my house for the night.” She said as she grabbed my arm.
“What, you didn’t take the hint when I brushed you off earlier?” I said.
“Jackson you need to shut up and get into the fucking car.” She said as she grabbed a hold of my face with a firm grip.
“Whatever!” I said as I stood up and stumbled as I walked out of the bar.
Kandra followed me out and escorted me to her car.
“Jackson when we get to my house you know where your room is. And then tomorrow my brother we are going to have a discussion.” she said as we pulled away from the bar.
I didn’t hear anything as I was passed out in the passenger seat.
A few moments passed she pulled into her driveway and honk her horn a couple of times and out came DJ in his shorts.
“DJ, help me get your uncle Jackson in the house and into the guest bedroom” She said as she was walking around to the passenger side she opened the door and I fell out hitting my face on the gravel driveway.
The scene slowly fades away as DJ helped his mother get me to my feet and dragged me into the house.
The smell of coffee filled the room as the light shined through the window hitting my face just right where I had no other choice but to wake up I rolled out of bed my head was pounding. I made my way to the bathroom to splash water on my face as I looked into the mirror I could see fresh scrapes from where I fell out of the car last night. I took the towel that was hanging on the bar and wiped my face before exiting the bathroom.
“Jackson, come to the kitchen I made breakfast.” Kandra shouted so I could hear her.
I walked down the hallway and entered the kitchen I took a seat in front of the plate full of food. “It smells good!” I said
Kandra sat down at the table she looked over at me. “You, know I am pissed off at you.” She said as she started to eat.
“About what?” I asked
“Last night you was a total ass to me first at the cemetery and then at the bar where I saved you from going to jail.” She paused for a moment. “What has gotten into you Jackson? You don’t come around anymore you never call our parents it’s like you shut everyone who cares for you out.” She said.
“Well thank you for keeping me from going to jail. I am sure my boss will be happy about that. As for not coming around and shutting everyone out it’s because all my life I have been lied too. By you and Dylan, by Sean and Kayleigh and Tyler and Amanda.My so called parents. I have no family. My mom is serving life for her part in the death of my father, my father is dead who has a book of secrets that I am paying for to this day.” I said as I pushed the food away from me. I stood up from the table and looked over at Kandra. “This is a waste of time.”
Kandra pulled the picture that she found last night out and placed it on the table. “Before you go do you want to explain to me about this picture of your birth parents with you and two other children? Where did you get it and who are those other two?” She said
“Oh like you don’t know… Why don’t you call that number and find out. As for me I need to get out of here I have stuff to do back in North Carolina. I am done here.” I said as I turned and walked away.
Kandra watched me as I walked out the door, she then flipped the picture over and saw the number and without thinking she pulled her phone out and called the number
Tell me the truth
United States Penitentiary
Atlanta, GA
There I was sitting at the glass window that separates the inmates from visitors. I made a vow to myself that I would never come to see my mother, a vow that I can no longer keep thanks to the recent happenings in my life. I sat there just staring across waiting for her to show up. I tapped my fingers on the table thinking of what I was going to say. “In order to get the truth, one must lie.” I said to myself as she finally showed up.
Her face lit up with joy the moment she saw me. An evil smirk came across my face as I showed her the phone.
“Alexander you finally came!” she said with joy holding the phone close to her face.
“Silly mom this is Andrew.” I lied as I looked at her.
She sat there quiet for a moment examining my facial features. She then laughed…”Alexander you can’t lie to me. That small scar you have on the side of your neck tells me who you are.” She said.
I sat there for a moment thinking that she is smarter than she looks. I had to think quickly of my next move. “Fine, I am Alexander, however I didn’t come here for a friendly visit I came here to get the truth.” I said
“The truth about what?” she asked
Slamming my hand on the table I raised my voice as I spoke into the phone. “You know…” I said as the security started walking toward me.
“Oh you came here trying to lie to me and now you want me to tell you what I know. I will never tell you if you continue to act this way toward your mother.” She said
I sat there and glared at her and just before the guards reached me “You are not my mother.” I said as I hung the phone up and turned away. Before the guards could say anything to me I stood to my feet. “Sorry officers for my outburst, I am leaving now.” I said as I walked away.
As I stood outside the building trying to capture my composure, I notice Adrina walking toward me. “Oh great” I muttered
“What are you doing here?” She asked as she started to lean in toward me.
Pushing her away I replied “I came here to get the truth out of that lying bitch that is rotting away in there.”
“Alexander, don’t call mom that.” She replied as she attempted to slap me.
Catching her hand in mid swing I replied “While we are on names, my name is Jackson not Alexander.” Before she could say anything I turned and walked toward my car putting distance between her and me.
Once inside the car I sat there and watched her as she watched me and just when she was starting to walk toward me I started the car and drove away. As I was driving down the highway my mind started thinking about how all of this could be a game my mother is playing with me. Why else would this girl all of a sudden show up? How did she know where my father was buried? Why is she there at the prison? How did she know she was in prison? All of those questions are legitimate questions. “But what if I am wrong?” I asked myself.
To Be Continued….
…Rec…
A Jackson Ford Exclusive.
“Well here we are a few days after the in ring debut of Victory Wrestling’s savior and wrestling’s definition of a god Jackson Ford. Last week during all the hype I warned everyone that I don’t play well with others. I told them if push comes to shove I will walk out on my tag partner. Some called it a cowardly act. I however call it something else and I explain it in a little bit. Yes I do realize my actions caused my team to lose the match but really did I lose the match or did I give Calvin and Mary-Jane and early Christmas present? I like to think of it as an early holiday gift to two people who will take credit for the win when neither one of them deserved it. People may not like the way I go about my business hell some people have stated that I rub people the wrong way. Those are opinions of people who don’t matter one thing that people are not acknowledging is that when I say I will do something I do it.”
“Ever since I joined this company I have hear over and over how a certain individual has said the deck is stacked up against him. Every time I hear him or see his post in social media it makes me want to slap his dumb ass across his face. Since day one he was given the ball to run with and it is obvious that he can’t handle the pressure. Of course there is always that one individual who thinks that way. But that is just how whiny little bitches are I am sure I will see him inside the ring soon and finally it would be nice to shut him up. Maybe if he somehow digs himself out of the whole he put himself in and wins both of his matches and when I win my match we will see each other entering the four way match at Revolution for the Victory Championship.”
“Speaking of my match it is a four way hardcore match. Which is for sure to be the match of the night. I mean in this match anything and everything is legal. Tables, Ladders, chairs are all in play. I mean I could take one of my opponent’s and hand cuff them to the ring and grab a weapon and just hit them over and over and over. As much as I am going to love this match there is still an art to wrestling that many people fail to realize. When someone thinks of wrestling they think of it as being a physical only sport. However what they fail to realize there is a mental part to wrestling. One must be able to think straight. One must set aside his hate and focus on objective of a match and that is to win.”
“Mr. Hyde you will be the prime example over the past couple of weeks I have been getting inside your head. I have done things such as hit you with a version of a tiger suplex and left you to take the fall in that tag match. I have dug up dirt on you that in some cases people will call it immature in nature. I have you eating out of the palms of my hands you want to seek your revenge on me you want to smash my head in and to prove my point over social media you have stated it over and over and over. Your hatred toward me will be one of the reasons why you will not win this match. You will come at me hard without really thinking, when you do you expose yourself allowing me to seek out your weak spots and I will focus on bringing you down to your knees and although I can do it without a weapon. What would be the point of that after all anything and everything is legal and you along with PerZag and Kitty Petrova will find out what my weapon of choice is.”
“Well since Mr. Hyde is a boar yeah I am calling him an uncastrated pig. I suppose I should move on to the next reject in this match, PerZag. As I was sitting back stage I had the chance to watch you and Kitty pick up the victory over Ryan Goode and Katie Anderson. I couldn’t help but notice that you was pretty much a non-factor in that match I mean the Kitty cat did all the work and you received the glory. I was like my match I laid the uncastrated pig out and Calvin and that bitch got the glory. However the fact that you are in this match puzzles me when I look at you all I see is someone who was reject. I mean do you understand what is at stake here if you enter this match you could seriously get hurt. The fact that it is a well-known fact that you are a klutz and entering a hardcore match might not be the wisest choice for someone who is injury prone. Oh well you will most likely be a non-factor just like you are a failure at life. I am done wasting my breath on you but I will leave you with this if you get in my way I promise that you will suffer.”
“Cat scratch fever, baby it’s a Ted Nugent song. I guess it could be really easy to refer to you a small little kitten and say that I am the big bad dog that will tear that kitten apart. I won’t even though it will fit this story so perfect. You see believe it or not I will give you your props you do have a reputation as someone who is not afraid to get dirty. However my question is are you afraid to get bloody? Like I told your buddy PerZag I did watch your match and I saw how dominate you was but I also saw your weakness it will be easy for me to point them out but I rather let you find out at Episode three. I honestly don’t think you realize that the chance you have of escaping this match the victor is the same chance that the Cleveland Browns have of playing in the Super bowl this year. You see this match is not designed for your strengths however this match is my bread in butter my career is defined by how malicious I can be inside a ring. I thirst for blood I am like a Vampire I will not be just happy with some blood I want all. It is a well-known fact that I spent 8 months captive by a ruthless cartel they tortured me on a daily basis and you know what happens after a while you soon become numb to pain. So a competitor of your frame will never be able to survive in a hardcore world.”
“The chance of entering the four way match for the Victory Championship is not the only thing that is at stake in this match but the chance for me to date Mia Rivera is the other driving factor. I mean I would do anything for a chance to hold her in my arms and be her protector. So I will leave Kitty, PerZag and Mr. Hyde a warning, all three of you will find out why they say I am malicious by design and on episode three I will prove that I am dangerous.”
Post by ~Kitty Petrova~ on Dec 21, 2016 9:33:25 GMT
LOCATION: Las Vegas, Nevada DATE/TIME: December 23, 2015 || 10:45PM PST CAMERA STATUS: ON/OFF
Originally Mikhail had planned to do this on New Year's Eve. He'd rented out a fine room and set up for catering and decorations; everything a woman might want for a romantic evening. Candles would burn, twinkling lights would decorate the walls, pristine and pretty. He'd bought all the white roses in Vegas, just for this - and now while he hadn't changed his plan to create that most perfect evening for his Princess? He had found that his vaunted patience was at an end when it came to this. It was going to be the key part of the evening, he had a little speech planned in case she showed a hint of hesitation... which he didn't think would happen, but just in case. He'd bought four rings as a matter of fact because each one spoke to him that 'she might like this one' and he'd yet to actually choose. But something told him, that even though January 1st was close? It wasn't close enough.
Mikhail Petrov had learned to listen to his gut, and so he made a few phone calls and arranged for things to be waiting when they returned from the Luxor. His Princess had defeated West McFadden, and while he felt that blond kid was 'nice enough' he hadn't cared for how the match had ended. It wasn't that he was jealous – he was better in every conceivable way as a man, than the blond brat. It was however that he felt her lips were for better things, and every time they'd stopped on the way back he'd shown her his conviction on that. Part of him wondered what she might have thought of that, but he had another more important question to ask.
He'd opened the car door for her, taken her gear bag and then held his other arm out to her the way a gentleman should. He couldn't take his eyes off her face, and only long practice let him open the door without glancing away. He held that for her too, and casually flipped on the light to let her see where she was going – and that the entry way was filled with bouquets of fresh cut white roses. He gently let her arm go and set her bag down, waiting for her to turn with a questioning look on her face before he took her hand and lightly kissed the knuckles before dropping to a knee. He reached into his jacket pocket, closing his eyes a moment. Just pick one. He pulled a velvet box out of his pocket, deftly opening it with his long clever fingers before he held it up and took a deep breath. "My Princess, my Kitty... beloved, will you consider doing me the honor to become my wife?"
It took Kitty a good twenty seconds to register that he'd dropped to his knees, still dazzled by the heavenly smell of all the roses. She'd been in a state of bliss ever since they'd left the Luxor, enjoying every kiss that he'd lavished on her and now... what was he doing? She'd assumed the roses were part of a celebration of her spectacular win over West McFadden, of the fact that she was still undefeated and then... did he just..? Her eyes went to his face, wide with shock. She couldn't even bring herself to look at the ring, frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. Was this really happening? "Mikhail... I..."
He gave her a slightly wry smile, though his gaze on her was focused and intense. Outwardly he seemed calm, inwardly his pulse had kicked up as had his heartbeat. His voice held a note of warmth, because he could tell he had completely surprised her. "You are awake, my Princess. This is happening..." the wryness of his smile faded until it was gentle affection. "...though I had meant to wait a little longer. Tell me, Kitty... will you?"
Her smile was so bright it was blinding, the joy in her eyes brimming over with tears. She swallowed hard, counting to ten and holding her breath because a small part of her insisted that she was still back in the ring, knocked out on the canvas and this was all a dream. "I... I'd be overjoyed... there's nothing in the world I want more, my love. Yes. A million times over!"
Mikhail let out a breath and gently took the ring from the box, no thoughts or hesitations even with the other three in his pocket still. With tenderness he slipped it on her finger, and for a moment he felt his heart squeeze just from the sheer joy of seeing his ring there. "One would have been enough, but I will never forget that you said this thing. This is...my Christmas miracle, you know. Everything I felt I would never be blessed to have, but with that yes? I do." He stood slowly, gracefully and drew her in close. "Will you at least look at it, and tell me you like it?"
She didn't want to tell him that the ring didn't matter. He could have given her a twisted piece of copper wire that would have turned her whole hand green and it wouldn't have bothered her in the slightest. Slowly, she looked down at the square-cut diamond, at the sparkle under the lights. "Oh." Her breath caught, tears falling as she blinked. "Oh......honey. It's so..." She couldn't even find the right word for it. Regal, her mind supplied a few seconds too late. It looked like something a Queen would wear.
"Good." He pressed his lips gently to her temple, letting himself feel her pulse there for a long moment. "I had a plan, you see. And yet despite that, here we are." He murmured against her skin. "This is much, much better than anything my mind provided." He drew back just a bit, lifting a hand to gently wipe her tears. "We will have whatever kind of wedding you wish. If you want one like a Disney movie, you will have it. If you would rather get married tonight on the strip by a man in a bad Elvis suit? We will do that. All you need to do..." His expression softened. "My beautiful Kaitlynn, all you need to do is tell me."
"I've done big... elaborate... expensive. I don't need a big show. I just need you." She took his hand, pulling him closer. "Tonight. Tomorrow. As soon as we can?"
Mikhail gave her a brilliant smile, one that he usually kept guarded but there it was. He lifted both hands to gently cup her face, searching her eyes. "If you wish, we will go now. I will get a better jacket, and we will." He stole a kiss, almost bouncing on his toes from excitement he wasn't doing so well in hiding. "My words... cannot give this enough, but my Princess, I do love you. Like I have never another."
"I know," she laughed with delight at his joy, "more than anything. You're the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. You know this, right? You've saved me."
His smile warmed even more as he stopped long enough to almost bask in her laughter. "No, my Princess. We have saved each other." He was already slipping out of his jacket as he went for the hall closet, he knew just which he wanted for this and he was holding down that feeling that Kitty often talked about. A dream though, could never be quite this way and it was enough for him to hang on to.
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It's funny and maybe a little sad – nostalgia-inducing, most assuredly, that as the year draws to a close, I'm back to repeating familiar patterns. I'm wrestling on my first wedding anniversary, one day removed from the day my husband proposed last year. I wrestled that night. I remember I won but I don't recall who it was against. It doesn't matter to the narrative. What you need to know is that the year has come full circle and I'm back to walking a path I've been down before. Yet again facing down three other competitors. That last match in Uprising was the same story: myself and three others, hungry for a title. I won't bore you with details of that show that never aired. Our latest addition to the roster Chris Mosh was supposed to be in that match, strangely enough. The only difference then was that I already had the advantage of the championship belt already in my grasp. A few steps to the right mentality-wise (and I feel like I can truly be honest here with the lot of you) but it's still in the ballpark. I'm the only one of the four in this match who's been close to gold recently.
In a perfect world, I'd have been given a bye into the final on reputation alone and believe me, there actually was a time that my name held a certain weight. Ah, but we aren't living there and I need to adjust my perceptions to this reality. Consider, if you will, a blackout when you're in an unfamiliar place. Put yourself in that moment – feel the terror. You can't walk through the room blind because you have no idea where anything is. You could bump into something. You could trip and fall and hurt yourself. Maybe it's a tightrope stretched across a vast divide and one false step will send you falling. You'll fall forever and never touch bottom and that could be a blessing or a curse, really. All depends on your view. And the alternative, I suppose. Fall off, fall out and where are you left? Holding an empty bag, watching the rest of them gather their treasures in the form of cheers and accolades? We could all be Calvin Harris, the whining little passive aggressive bitch boy that he is. It could be worse. It can always be worse.
In a perfect world, I would face JT Midas solo for that belt – that would be a wonderful Christmas gift. Maybe Brooklyn Skye can get herself fired before then and bring us one step closer to giving me what I want. Ah, but JT has to win two matches, doesn't he?
Oh ye of little faith. I believe he will.
And this is where the timeline splinters, branches into a million infinite realities. There are four of us in this match. PerZag and I proved last week that we can (if forced to) work together for a common goal. Granted, I wasn't a fan of his work ethic, but we don't need to beat that particular deceased equine, do we? Aiden Morrow and Brooklyn Skye have already secured their spots by far easier means. Don't get me wrong. I'm not afraid of getting dirty – a little bloody. I'm just concerned that if I go out there ready to dash myself to pieces on the rocks for that siren song, I won't be able to complete the task. Cumbersome, these worries of mine. By all intents and purposes, this should be a cakewalk. I can sit back and watch Hyde and Ford tear each other to pieces. I can enjoy a cigarette, paint my nails, do whatever I can to pass the time and then capitalize – let's face it, I already made damn sure that PerZag won't be ready for this match. He's already walking wounded.
I can take out the broken trash with my eyes closed. Every little thing feels like it's part of some mass conspiracy designed to make me go off. Add more fuel to the fire and I'll sit back – roll my eyes. There have been way too many people like this in my life. Users. Takers. Greedy little trolls who want nothing more than to strip me of the things I've earned. Believe me, I've done the time. As much as JT Midas and Calvin Harris want to belittle and debase, that's a fact. Sure, I was inducted into the hall of fame in an all-female company, but my career began training WITH boys, alongside my brother. From there, I struggled to find a company where I could compete as an equal without being required to play the role of femme fatale or vapid arm candy.
Oh, and I did those too.
I had no choice.
So when you want to talk down about wins and losses and little bullshit baubles collected like any of that matters, you'd best believe I'm going to unleash every ounce of self-righteous fury I possess. I paid my dues a thousand times over so that brainless and talentless cunts like Tiami Erickson and Brooklyn Skye could find work outside of grinding on a pole Tuesday thru Thursday nights. Yeah, I went there and I sincerely meant it, too. The bitches on wheels are a dime a dozen today. So are the former fitness models-turned-wrestler. I'm sick of wading through a see of Playboy tryouts on my timeline every Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. Fuck you, Fujiko, for starting that goddamned trend. Seriously. Fuck. You.
Am I bitter? Yeah, maybe just a little and I suppose the onus is on me to explain that ticking that only I can hear. Hello time bomb, ready to go off. I'm sick to death of having to prove my worth again and again. Take a few minutes out of your life. Look me up – even Calvin Harris took the time to recite the biased facts he found on Wikipedia. I know you want me to talk about how I've got this in the bag and trot out all the analyses and theorems that go alongside it. You people live for that bullshit. So I won't disappoint: I'm going to win. I'm going to beat Mr. Hyde and PerZag and Jackson Ford. Furthermore, I'm going to win the Victory Championship too. Why? Because I can. Because I want it more than any of the rest of you. How? Allow me to explain.
I'm a ticking time bomb and all these dark holes like voids in the night have been filling me to the brim for years. There's no room for the anger, so it just spills over. Who's going to be the unlucky one? I nominate you, Jackson. Someone should have told you not to make things personal. Oh, but you did, didn't you? You had to bring my husband into your playground insults. Do you honestly think you can tear him down? Say what you want about me. I'll abide. I always do. But when you bring him into this... well then we have an issue.
So now what, Jackson? Are you going to come out to the ring, and pay for what you've done? You lament that it's no longer 2000 and I understand why. You were better then. I seem to remember a time when your name held a quiver when uttered in locker rooms. Now it's more a laugh – I can assure you nobody is laughing with you, sweetie. Guys like you call yourself a superstar. Guys like you believe it, too and the more you repeat it, the more it grows in your mind but we both know it's been years since you were able to intimidate. I know you're going to try though. I know how your mind works because I've beaten a thousand of you all over the world. Peter Pans who never grew up, little boys who still believe they're the greatest since sliced bread because mommy said they were speshul growing up.
Don't mistake my words. I admire your gung-ho attitude. You see something; you go for it. That's a good quality in this business. They call it tenacity and in certain measures it's wonderful. When you're throwing yourself into it over and over and failing worse than our esteemed general manager at controlling his temper, well then it's just sad. It's bordering on pathetic and I'm wont to throw you in the same carefully labelled box as Harris: TRASH.
You try too hard to be the tough guy but it's wooden and forced and it's almost like you're just saying the lines you know they want to hear. This isn't you, Jackson. I know that. You know that.
Don't be like Calvin.
You pretend to be something you're not.
He throws tantrums on social media after losing.
Which is worse?
Don't be a Harris. That's all I ask of you. When you lose – yes, I just typed WHEN – please own it. Please look me in the eye and admit you were wrong. Then I want you to shake Mr. Hyde's hand too. Admit you're a childish little shit – jealous. You're a coward, Jackson. Everyone can see that. You're too dumb to not telegraph it and that's what makes you weak. I'm going to make you bleed. I'm going to do my best to rearrange whatever wires have gotten scrambled in your head over the years. Perhaps you'll thank me for it. Maybe I'll make a new you. A better you?
I feel like kicking you in the face just to watch you nervously laugh and spout off some chickenshit line. I hate myself for the anger you've provoked so effortlessly. I used to be above this three ring circus.
Things change, I suppose.
People change.
It's up to us to determine if those changes are for the better or worse. That's what this is about. For me. For you. For our friend Mr. Hyde and for poor, unfortunate PerZag as well. The choices we make become part of the definition. We evolve and at the same time we're being eroded, leaving bits of ourselves behind. Sloughing off the dead skin like snakes – all the discarded ideals, the things that never worked for us falling to the wayside as we march all shiny and new into the future.
But you, Jackson, you have it draped over your shoulders like Macklemore with that thrift store coat, showing it off, crowing into the void like Peter Pan: "this is who I used to be! I don't ever want to lose that!"
I can read the fear in every word you post. I can hear it in your voice. You're terrified to let go. You don't want to freefall into nothing. I get it and it's okay, Jackson. I can help you move on.
I'll make you better.
I promise.
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LOCATION: Charlotte, North Carolina DATE/TIME: December 20, 2016 || 05:45AM EST CAMERA STATUS: ON/OFF
While the coffee was brewing, Kaitlynn watched a chipmunk eating the seed scattered on the ground from the bird feeder that hung above the window. The house was small, almost as modest as the one they'd first shared in Las Vegas – a rental for now until things stabilized. She knew that even sure things didn't always pan out. The glass fogged with her breath and she drew a heart with her finger, putting K + M in the middle of it. Almost a year they'd been married. She'd be wrestling on their anniversary and it made her feel a strange sort of unease. She swallowed the tears back, flinching when the coffeemaker clicked and started running water through the grounds, the rich scent of cinnamon filling the tiny kitchen. For once, everything seemed to be on an even keel. She'd found a company to wrestle in that made her happy and required no travel. She'd come so close to finding her groove again. The last thing she wanted to do was borrow trouble.
Her fingers fussed with the papers, sorting them by size and then as she tapped the stack against the counter, a small index card fluttered to the floor. It was the size of a recipe card, reminding her of the ones she'd used to make talking points before going on camera back when she'd been as green as grass. She hadn't used those since 2003.
"What..?" She bent, picking it up and turning it over, only to see her husband's familiar handwriting on the other side.
'I can wait until you are ready, because for you I would wait forever. My Princess, it is time for you to have your part in happily ever after.'
She remembered finding it almost a year before in the pocket of his pants before washing them – a little cue card for his proposal and now reading it brought all those feelings full circle. She felt her heart swell, the doubts pushed back by the certainty that no matter what life brought their way, he would always be there to catch her when she fell. He knew her too well. He'd no doubt left it there among her scattered notes about her opponents as an anchor to keep her from drifting too far away. The dark waters still haunted her dreams, the depression of the holidays threatening to pull her under like it always did. At least this year she had a distraction. She had an anniversary to celebrate outside of that damned holiday and all the pressure that went with it. Chasing gold was at least a familiar ritual. She knew the steps by heart. She could do them without faltering because she'd learned from the best.
By the time she'd gotten his favourite mug out of the cupboard, the machine had clicked off. She set it down and added a little splash of cream and a spoonful of sugar before pouring the fragrant Christmas blend into the cup. It was so warm, so comforting against her hand as she stirred the brew a few times, making sure the sugar had dissolved before setting the spoon down. She cupped the mug between both, walking quickly towards the bedroom, never spilling a drop before it came to rest on the bedside table.
Leaning down, she kissed his cheek, whispering, "Good morning, my Prince," as she ran her fingers through his hair.
His sleepy chuckle let her know that he'd been at least partially awake as she'd entered the room, and his voice still held a touch of that roughness as he reached up one hand to carefully draw his fingertip down over the curve of her cheek. "My Princess," was all he said but she knew he meant more than that. Warm affection was there in his tone to match the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
She breathed in his scent, closing her eyes against more tears that threatened to fall, her voice coming out husky when she spoke. "I love you, Mik. Not just now. Always. Forever," her voice shook as she knelt beside the bed, resting her forehead against his shoulder. "People say that and they never mean it. They say all these pretty things and it's just manipulation, lip service and mindfuckery and everything in between but... I do. I mean it. Until the end of time. You're all I need. All I want. Everything."
He didn't say anything. He didn't tell her that he knew. He just cupped her face in his hands, kissing her gently on the forehead before swiping the tears from beneath her eyes with his thumbs. She could read everything he didn't say in his eyes and they spoke volumes before he kissed her again, this time on the lips. "ты мой," he whispered against her skin.
Arse Whooping. Date: Saturday 24th December 2016 Location: Charlotte, North Carolina ON CAMERA
Introduction: The scene opens on the parking lot outside of Victory Studios, the man that's known as Mr Hyde can be seen leaning against the side of a customised black Harley Davidson Road King motorcycle. He is dressed in usual street gear consisting of a modern black leather bikers jacket with his black leather Saints of Anarchy cut over the top of it and a black t-shirt underneath his jacket, along with a pair of baggy jeans and a pair of black leather Nike Air force 1's. He has a cigarette in one hand and his mobile phone in the other.
I flip my phone closed as I see the camera crew approach.
Hyde: About time,
toss my cigarette on to floor and stomp it out.
Hyde: Welcome back folks to the Victory Zone, I think they're calling it that, either that or some other buzz word, I am of course the man that everyone knows as Mister Hyde. Lets get down to business, this week I'm facing off against three opponents, two I've never competed for in Miss Kitty Petrova and PerZag and also someone that I've become more than familiar with in Jackson Ford or should I say the whiney bitch Jackson Ford.
I shake my head.
Hyde: Lets start with Miss Kitty Petrova, a woma I've had a few interactions with on twitter, mainly over the crap the whiney bitch Jackson Ford has spouted out. You see if I wasn't facing Miss Petrova I would say she's someone I might get on with as from what I've seen she's a clearly driven and passionate wrestler, a bit like myself as we both know what we want and we both know how to go about getting it but being as we're both driven and passionate I also recognise that she may be too passionate and driven as we both tend to give a hundred percent not matter the circumstances and no matter the cost even if it costs us something, even her case I couldn't help but notice after her last match her left knee seems to be suffering, now I know being passionate and driven wrestlers we don't always go into our matches at a hundred percent, injures add up due to the physical nature of the business. Unfortunately for Miss Petrova being the passionate and driven competitor I am that left knee has a bullseye on it now and I'm going to be honest and upfront I'm going to look to tear it apart in our match but unlike my problem with Jackson it isn't personal but it's the nature of our business, we see a weakness and we focus in on it and if we didn't then well we would be frelling stupid as in this business you see a weakness you have to be a ruthless son of a bitch and target in on it. I'm sure Miss Petrova knows this and unlike some of her other opponents I see her as a true threat in this match as like I've said we're both driven and passionate wrestlers which makes us a threat going in and it's going to take capitalising on a weakness such as her left knee to secure victory .
I smile.
Hyde: I also know that Miss Petrova was sideline for a few years with an injury, I know how badly that can eat away at your psyche as I've been there, I was laid up for over a year with a different injury but I know how much sitting on the sidelines watching other people compete must have eaten away at her mental and how much she must have wanted to get back into the ring and prove to everyone that she's still able to compete. Despite what some people might want to believe it's a physical business and it's going to take a toll on each competitors body. We step into the ring and put our bodies on the line in order to come out success and also for a pay check.
I pause for a moment remembering the injuries I've picked up over the years.
Hyde: I can also understand how hard it is having to rebuild your career after such a long lay off, you come back and find that this business has moved on and it can knock your confidence as while the injury has caused your world to stop, the business hasn't and has continued on with out you, so you have no choice but to begin over again at the bottom and rebuild your career back up. Something Miss Petrova seems to be fully capable of doing, I mean she won the Queen of Sin City Wrestling Tournament out in Las Vegas, I'll be honest it's not something I've heard of before but after looking into it, it takes quite the competitor to be successful in the tournament that alone win the whole damn thing. If I sound a bit condescending I don't wish to be, I've taken part in my fair share of tournaments in my career so it's not an easy thing to be successful in that alone win the whole damn thing.
I smile.
Hyde: Now I know it's not something one should talk about, a woman's age but it's something else we both share in common, neither us are in our twenties anymore and unlike for some of the younger wrestlers being on the road pretty much three hundred sixty five days a years, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week isn't easy. I've spent more time on the road than I've spent at home in my career so far. It's the reason why unlike so many of the other competitors in this business I choose to only wrestle for one company at a time and I know not everyone has that luxury as we all have bills to pay, thankfully for me I've always been level headed with the money I've earn in my career so I'm able to live with in my means.
Again I smile.
Hyde: Now there's a lot of other similarities that myself and Miss Petrova have in common, we're both partial to superkicking people in their faces, we both prefer to tell the truth even when it's not pretty, neither of us like Calvin Harris, we don't cut and run despite the cost, some may call that pigheadedness, neither of us like tag team matches especially when we know the team isn't compatible just have to look at the train wreck of a match I had last week thanks to in no small part to Jackson smegging Ford. I also know what it's like to be accused of something we're not. It sounds like some sort of dating website bullshit but I assure Miss Petrova I'm not hitting on her, not to say she's not an attractive looking woman but I'm happily spoken for.
I smile as I look over to Aeryn aka Mz Hyde who's standing just off camera.
Hyde: What I'm trying to get at is there's a lot of similarites between us but there are also a lot of differences her being a woman and me being a man being one of the obivious ones, so going into this match I want to emphasis that I see you as a big threat in this tournament which is why during our match I'm going to do everything I have to do in order to come out the victor and trust me it's going to get ugly out there and I ain't talking about Jackson Ford being in the match up.
I smile again.
Hyde: Speaking of Jackson smegging Ford, I'll be lying if I don't say I've been waiting to get my hand around the bastards neck, I mean I'm not sure if people are aware but before our tag team match he tried to smear my name and take the piss out of me by claiming I'm a porn actor and even went so far as to post a some what explicit photograph of myself and my former girlfriend Valkyrie, you see in doing that he took something that was a professional rivalry and turned it into a personal one for me. As anyone that knows me or has followed my career I like to keep my professional life separate from my private life as it's exactly that my private life. So people ask why I have a real problem with Ford and that's the reason, it also doesn't help that he cost me our tag team match on the last show when he acted like a spoiled brat and toss his toys out of the pram before stomping away in a tantrum when he turned on me in our tag team match before leaving me high and dry...
I glare into the camera.
Hyde: You see despite my personal problems with Ford I was happy to put them a side for the good of the team, okay that's a bit of a stretch, despite our problems I wanted to win the match, something Ford obiviously didn't as like I said he took a tantrum and walked away like a spoiled bitch that he is... Now I know I should be used to that, I mean I've been guilty of doing it before I my career but Ford on the other hand instead of owning it he comes out with well I told you before what I was going to do bullshit, I told you Ford that I plan on stomping your face into the mat, well thankfully I get another shot a that but you see while I was content just stomping your face through the match, thanks to the rules of this match I get to stomp your face through any solid object I want and trust me when I say this, I will stomp your face through something fraking hard...
I can't help but let an evil grin come across my face.
Hyde: You see Ford a real competitor focuses on winning matches not showing how much of a bitch he really is by attacking his god damn tag team partner and then walking off leaving him behind. All you had to do was have my back and we would have been able to win our last match instead it goes in the lost column for both of us. You see I learned along time ago that all that matters in this business is wins and losses, sure more people nowadays remember good matches but when it comes down to it, what matters is whether of not you win matches and thanks to your oversized ego we both have to pay the price for you being a bitch in our last match. Well Ford consider me the grim reaper as I always collect on debts and your debt is due in full and this week I'm going to collect it by stomping that so called pretty face of yours through something hard. You see Ford you may think of me as some joke but I've been in this business a lot longer than your pathetic arse has and one thing my opponents no my enemies realise is that while they may win one battle I always win the war and trust me by the time I got through with beating the crap out of you, you'll know it was a god damn war! A war that I don't give a rat's arse if you're trying to be a better man than you were before!
Again I can't help but let an evil grin come across my face.
Hyde: Now some people might say I'm doing what you want by letting you under my skin or as you put it letting you get in my head and be the puppet master but Ford you're going to find out you really do not want to be in my head as trust me it's not a nice place in there... I've become good at targetting my rage and anger and bad news for you Ford you've become the target of all my rage and anger and I'm going to harness all of that rage and anger... Hell even all the rage, anger and hate I have building up inside of me and I'm going to focus it squarely at your punk arse... And you're going to find out like so many other people have that though it was wise to cross me that you never want to piss off an alpha hunter especially when his retaliation will be brutal, bloody and down right scary!
I send a cold stare down the screen.
Hyde: Now I know there's someone I'm forgetting but frell it I think I've said more than enough already. So Miss Petrova, Jackson Ford, oh and PerZag I don't frelling care whether you respect me, I do not care whether you want to become friends or BFFs... What I do care is about kicking your arses and Ford this especially goes out to you I'm looking forward to making an example out of you which will lead me to getting my hand raised in victory and most importantly getting paid... the Hunt is on and it's survive if I let you!
I look at the camera crew...
Hyde: Now if you don't mind I want to get another cigarette in and spend a bit of time with my lady before I get ready for my match... So Bye-bye!
I wave to them as they walk off and Aeryn walks over to me before I take a cigarette out and light is as the scene goes to black.
