Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2020 0:26:44 GMT -5
I walked along the hall of my home. It was the first time I was alone in weeks. I looked into the camera.
"I asked Cecilia not to be here for this. I am tired of having to hide who I am and I am not ready for her to see my anger and disgust for the state of the company I helped build. You see, last week I had a decision to make. I weighed both options very heavily. It was so tempting to crack Smith Jones upside the head with the World Title. I didn't do it. You want to know why? I am a champion right now. I didn't have to beg to be booked this week. Smith is supposed to be the face of the fucking company and he had to bitch and moan to get a match. He gets a throwaway match with Spartan and I get..."
I shrugged my shoulders as I walked over to the TV. I turned it on. On the screen was me pinning Lex Collins.
"...Lex Collins. I already pinned this fucker a few weeks ago. I made sure he was done for. Now he wants to come at me like I am not still a champion. He and his little puppet master, yes I am still standing by my accusations. They want to run their mouths like I haven't earned everything I have. Hell, FPV even said it last week. He said I have earned nothing.
I am beginning to feel like a broken record. I am tired of repeating myself. I have been with this company since day one. I have put in my bumps and earned my bruises. Lex Collins wants to waltz in here and act like I am nothing. Act like I don't mean shit and it pisses me off. Lex, why are you here? Why didn't you follow your Trinity buddies Thomas Snow and Raging Dead to Action Wrestling? Better yet, why didn't you keep your pathetic ass in Five Boroughs only? The fact is, you are a glory hog. You think all the spotlight needs to be on you. You think you deserve more than you do. You still have yet to show me why you deserve jack shit.
I am the heiress of hell, the daughter of darkness and you will bow to me when you are in that lake of fire. You will bow to me and you will fucking like it. What is hell to you, Lexy? Is it fire? Is it heartache? Is it having no home and being forced to be a vagabond your whole life? Is it marriage? Is it commitment? Something is holding you back in life. I got news for you. The metaphorical monkey on your back is your own private hell. It is that which you fear and you don't know how to handle it Lex."
I looked down pulling my hair almost clear out of my head. I looked back up, my eyes black as night.
"We fight it. We get beaten down by it. We cannot escape our hell. We have built it for ourselves. It is a fence that is to high to climb and too deep to dig under. We are stuck. Captured. Left in a yard we cannot get out of. We are forced to keep running in circles, blinded by our own pride
Thinking we are stronger and more efficient than we are. We get a false sense of hope. We see a hole in the fence and we run for it but our leash pulls us back. Our leash keeps us from getting the prize. Never can we truly win."
I had a seat on a chair as I looked into the camera.
"The hole you see this week Lex, is the North American Title. The leash pulling you back.. that's me. The woman who currently holds the title. The woman who is about to be the biggest loss and disappointment of your career. When I hoist my title high above my head standing over you. I don't want to hear excuses. I don't want to hear you be like Smith and bitch and moan about it. You need to take the loss like a fucking man. You need to admit that I am fucking better than you. Lex, keep trying to tell yourself that you mean something. In the end you will see that just like the rest of them you are meaningless."
I picked a locket necklace up off of my end table. I opened it showing a picture of me, Cecilia, and Francesca.
"I am a mother. A mentor. Most of all, I am daddy. You can try to deny the fact all you want. You can say I haven't earned that name but in fact, I have. I have been BOTH parents to Francesca. In this sport I have been Daddy to Cecilia and look how she is turning out. She is a month in and undefeated. She is talented and well taught. You are a failure Lex. Have you won a match since I have been back? You are talented but your pride gets in the way. That leash keeps holding you back. I ripped my leash off with my own fucking teeth and you let yours control you. You like the sense of knowing. You like the restriction. I don't know the meaning of restriction. I go out and do everything with reckless abandon. Sure, sometimes it backfires. More times than not, however, it works. I throw something against the wall and it sticks. It sticks like you stick in the known. I venture into the void. I take risks and the reward is so much better. You are a kid on Halloween going trick or treating at a church because you feel safe. You know you are getting dollar store candy but at least the big kids aren't stealing your candy. I take a risk in the rich neighborhoods where they give out Pepsi and full size Hershey bars. Sure, I run the risk of teenagers beating me up and taking my shit. I like the thrill of the fight. I like the hunt. I like turning the tables on them and making them run like hell."
I laughed as I continued speaking.
"Have my analogies fallen on deaf ears, Lex. Are you zoning out and ignoring me? I bet you are. You still see me as just another wrestler. Just another woman. Just another gimmick. I am not a gimmick. Everything you see and hear from me, is the fucking truth. You can sit there and try all you like to disprove me but the fact of the matter remains, that I am better than you. I pinned you. I have proven my dominance over you. I know why Irina put us in this match together. She is mad. I chose to stay champion and fucked up her main event blockbuster match. Wrong place, wrong time. Not my monkeys, not my circus. It will be my circus soon. I am waiting on Smith to fully shit the bed. He is your leader and thus I know, like you, he is but a fuck up. He will fuck it up and I will swoop in to claim what is rightfully mine. I am going to make the lives of the Architects a living hell until I strike. Could be today. Could be tomorrow. It is coming. You will be shocked when it happens and it will happen so fast the three of you won't know if you're kissing your own ass or each others.
Lex, look at me. Let's talk. Do you really think Smith has your best interest in mind? Do you really think Smith sees you as the founder of the Architects? Do you really think Smith gives a rats ass about you? Newsflash, Smith Jones only cares about Smith Jones. He only cares how good HE looks. He doesn't care about you or Warrens. He needs you for insurance purposes. He needs you to make it seem like he is untouchable. Why he chose an incompetent buffoon like you is beyond me. Must be Boomer code or something. I mean, look around. Look at the youth in this, and other, wrestling companies. The tides are changing. The landscape is changing. You refuse to adapt. You refuse to change it up. You refuse to get some personality. You want to whine and cry and bitch when things don't go your way. On second thought, you and Smith deserve each other. Perfect match. Sound the bells. The wedding bells not the wrestling bells. You see when the bell sounds to start the match, consider yourself a martyr. Consider yourself done for. Consider yourself, excommunicated from this company. I am the judge, jury, and executioner. We are at the gallows Lex, any last words?"
With that I called for Cecilia. She walked in and smiled.
"Did ya do it good this time, Daddy?"
I nodded.
"I am very confident in my abilities. I am very certain I will leave this pay per view, STILL the North American Champion. I mean, what do you think Lex Collins brings to the company. He would be the most boring champion in company history. He would be someone who would not be able to carry this company to any unknown heights. He would be someone who crashes and burns. I remember him being Trinity World Champion, until he had to defend it. He is a choke artist. He is someone who is not to be trusted with any prize. As we turn toward March and the Tag Team Tournament, the Two toned Mafia will continue our reign of terror through this company. We will remain at the top of the company while all others begin taking a backseat. We will make damn sure that others know they were in a war."
I kissed Cecilia on the forehead. She smiled. I had said my peace. It was time for bed.
"Lex, I will see you at Liberty or Death. APW, get used to me. I am not going ANYWHERE!"
With that I turned the camera and the light off and fell asleep.
"I asked Cecilia not to be here for this. I am tired of having to hide who I am and I am not ready for her to see my anger and disgust for the state of the company I helped build. You see, last week I had a decision to make. I weighed both options very heavily. It was so tempting to crack Smith Jones upside the head with the World Title. I didn't do it. You want to know why? I am a champion right now. I didn't have to beg to be booked this week. Smith is supposed to be the face of the fucking company and he had to bitch and moan to get a match. He gets a throwaway match with Spartan and I get..."
I shrugged my shoulders as I walked over to the TV. I turned it on. On the screen was me pinning Lex Collins.
"...Lex Collins. I already pinned this fucker a few weeks ago. I made sure he was done for. Now he wants to come at me like I am not still a champion. He and his little puppet master, yes I am still standing by my accusations. They want to run their mouths like I haven't earned everything I have. Hell, FPV even said it last week. He said I have earned nothing.
I am beginning to feel like a broken record. I am tired of repeating myself. I have been with this company since day one. I have put in my bumps and earned my bruises. Lex Collins wants to waltz in here and act like I am nothing. Act like I don't mean shit and it pisses me off. Lex, why are you here? Why didn't you follow your Trinity buddies Thomas Snow and Raging Dead to Action Wrestling? Better yet, why didn't you keep your pathetic ass in Five Boroughs only? The fact is, you are a glory hog. You think all the spotlight needs to be on you. You think you deserve more than you do. You still have yet to show me why you deserve jack shit.
I am the heiress of hell, the daughter of darkness and you will bow to me when you are in that lake of fire. You will bow to me and you will fucking like it. What is hell to you, Lexy? Is it fire? Is it heartache? Is it having no home and being forced to be a vagabond your whole life? Is it marriage? Is it commitment? Something is holding you back in life. I got news for you. The metaphorical monkey on your back is your own private hell. It is that which you fear and you don't know how to handle it Lex."
I looked down pulling my hair almost clear out of my head. I looked back up, my eyes black as night.
"We fight it. We get beaten down by it. We cannot escape our hell. We have built it for ourselves. It is a fence that is to high to climb and too deep to dig under. We are stuck. Captured. Left in a yard we cannot get out of. We are forced to keep running in circles, blinded by our own pride
Thinking we are stronger and more efficient than we are. We get a false sense of hope. We see a hole in the fence and we run for it but our leash pulls us back. Our leash keeps us from getting the prize. Never can we truly win."
I had a seat on a chair as I looked into the camera.
"The hole you see this week Lex, is the North American Title. The leash pulling you back.. that's me. The woman who currently holds the title. The woman who is about to be the biggest loss and disappointment of your career. When I hoist my title high above my head standing over you. I don't want to hear excuses. I don't want to hear you be like Smith and bitch and moan about it. You need to take the loss like a fucking man. You need to admit that I am fucking better than you. Lex, keep trying to tell yourself that you mean something. In the end you will see that just like the rest of them you are meaningless."
I picked a locket necklace up off of my end table. I opened it showing a picture of me, Cecilia, and Francesca.
"I am a mother. A mentor. Most of all, I am daddy. You can try to deny the fact all you want. You can say I haven't earned that name but in fact, I have. I have been BOTH parents to Francesca. In this sport I have been Daddy to Cecilia and look how she is turning out. She is a month in and undefeated. She is talented and well taught. You are a failure Lex. Have you won a match since I have been back? You are talented but your pride gets in the way. That leash keeps holding you back. I ripped my leash off with my own fucking teeth and you let yours control you. You like the sense of knowing. You like the restriction. I don't know the meaning of restriction. I go out and do everything with reckless abandon. Sure, sometimes it backfires. More times than not, however, it works. I throw something against the wall and it sticks. It sticks like you stick in the known. I venture into the void. I take risks and the reward is so much better. You are a kid on Halloween going trick or treating at a church because you feel safe. You know you are getting dollar store candy but at least the big kids aren't stealing your candy. I take a risk in the rich neighborhoods where they give out Pepsi and full size Hershey bars. Sure, I run the risk of teenagers beating me up and taking my shit. I like the thrill of the fight. I like the hunt. I like turning the tables on them and making them run like hell."
I laughed as I continued speaking.
"Have my analogies fallen on deaf ears, Lex. Are you zoning out and ignoring me? I bet you are. You still see me as just another wrestler. Just another woman. Just another gimmick. I am not a gimmick. Everything you see and hear from me, is the fucking truth. You can sit there and try all you like to disprove me but the fact of the matter remains, that I am better than you. I pinned you. I have proven my dominance over you. I know why Irina put us in this match together. She is mad. I chose to stay champion and fucked up her main event blockbuster match. Wrong place, wrong time. Not my monkeys, not my circus. It will be my circus soon. I am waiting on Smith to fully shit the bed. He is your leader and thus I know, like you, he is but a fuck up. He will fuck it up and I will swoop in to claim what is rightfully mine. I am going to make the lives of the Architects a living hell until I strike. Could be today. Could be tomorrow. It is coming. You will be shocked when it happens and it will happen so fast the three of you won't know if you're kissing your own ass or each others.
Lex, look at me. Let's talk. Do you really think Smith has your best interest in mind? Do you really think Smith sees you as the founder of the Architects? Do you really think Smith gives a rats ass about you? Newsflash, Smith Jones only cares about Smith Jones. He only cares how good HE looks. He doesn't care about you or Warrens. He needs you for insurance purposes. He needs you to make it seem like he is untouchable. Why he chose an incompetent buffoon like you is beyond me. Must be Boomer code or something. I mean, look around. Look at the youth in this, and other, wrestling companies. The tides are changing. The landscape is changing. You refuse to adapt. You refuse to change it up. You refuse to get some personality. You want to whine and cry and bitch when things don't go your way. On second thought, you and Smith deserve each other. Perfect match. Sound the bells. The wedding bells not the wrestling bells. You see when the bell sounds to start the match, consider yourself a martyr. Consider yourself done for. Consider yourself, excommunicated from this company. I am the judge, jury, and executioner. We are at the gallows Lex, any last words?"
With that I called for Cecilia. She walked in and smiled.
"Did ya do it good this time, Daddy?"
I nodded.
"I am very confident in my abilities. I am very certain I will leave this pay per view, STILL the North American Champion. I mean, what do you think Lex Collins brings to the company. He would be the most boring champion in company history. He would be someone who would not be able to carry this company to any unknown heights. He would be someone who crashes and burns. I remember him being Trinity World Champion, until he had to defend it. He is a choke artist. He is someone who is not to be trusted with any prize. As we turn toward March and the Tag Team Tournament, the Two toned Mafia will continue our reign of terror through this company. We will remain at the top of the company while all others begin taking a backseat. We will make damn sure that others know they were in a war."
I kissed Cecilia on the forehead. She smiled. I had said my peace. It was time for bed.
"Lex, I will see you at Liberty or Death. APW, get used to me. I am not going ANYWHERE!"
With that I turned the camera and the light off and fell asleep.
