Post by Renaissance on Oct 12, 2020 23:00:15 GMT -5
 Not Like Other Girls When she was young she played with the action figures. All of the faces were familiar beyond having seen them on television. When she went to school she wore their t-shirts and tried not to brag that they were handed over by the very people displayed in the rubberized screen printing. She knew them all and she planned on becoming one too. She wasn't like any of the girls she knew - she was going to be different. She was going to be a star. She was going to be a professional wrestler. She was going to be a Pettis. She was ready to take on the world. Oh how she pined over it - when she sat just beyond the ring ropes her heart raced and her stomach was in knots and her throat was nothing but one big throat-cancerous lup. She loved it. It was her everything - this professional wrestling. Then came the day when she stepped into the ring. It was glorious, more than she had ever hoped for. She was home and she knew it. Deep inside, she knew that she would one day become the most important Pettis there was. One day she would be a house hold name. She was good too, quite good. She took many professional wrestling circles by surprise and would go on to hold many championships. She would fall into a hand full of 'Hall of Fames' as well. Finally, it was her name on the wrestling T-Shirts. Yet, the further she went, the more she noticed that those who once walked by her side started to disappear. One by one, they all fell out. All of those people who helped get her to where she was, moreover, those who helped her become who she was were all gone. At that point she realized that she could take everything she had learned - everything she had seen - and she could make it her own. She became an amalgam of all those she had known and for the final touches, she wrapped it all in a picture perfect bow of a blue collar girl making it in the pro sports. But somehow it still wasn't enough. She had been around for years, had won so many championships, and had been heralded by so many, but she was still going unnoticed. Suddenly, it set in that perhaps she had done so well, looked so good, and faired so well, simply because she ran with those who wanted her to be in the spotlight. She questioned whether or not she had actually earned her name or if it had been given to her. Then she saw Renaissance Taylor - she saw a woman who had no name tying her to the sport. She saw an unknown who had simply walked into the scene. She saw someone who wasn't riding a wave of fame handed to her by her peers. She then realized that she was to be a footnote to Renaissance Taylor. It would not be the Sara Pettis story - it would be a new story with a new protagonist and she wouldn't even make the role as the antagonist. She would be lucky if she even got a spot on the marquee when it came time to debut the new flashy story of Renaissance Taylor and how she single handedly dismantled Alpha Pro Wrestling. Sara Pettis would lose all hope. Goodbye.  |
