Post by Felicity Ann Mason on Nov 18, 2020 17:22:47 GMT -5
I.
The tale of things past basically means we can remember what happened and use it as a driving force for the future. With me, that was not the case. Dr. Gwen wanted to fine tune me into a machine, into a winning force for Alpha Pro Wrestling. She made me forget about HaVeN. She made me forget about Justus. She made me forget about Phoenix LeStrange herself...erm...myself. The dawn of a new day was here. The sun began to shine.
Into the window the sun shined as my alarm went off.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The incessant beeping was interrupted by thin arm barely draping over the snooze button. I was not a morning person but Dr. Gwen insisted that I be up by, no later, than eight thirty AM. I slowly rose to my feet as my white, ankle long, nightgown trudged behind me. I went into the kitchen where Dr. Gwen had already let herself in and made some coffee for us. She had grown accustomed to this. I sat down, rubbing my eyes gently, as the emotionless expression of Dr. Gwen peered at me. I sipped my coffee as Dr. Gwen spoke.
”Have the nightmares subsided?”
Doesn’t she know I have only just awoken from my nightly slumber? Dr. Gwen was very in depth in her studies of me and how my brain worked. I sipped my coffee setting my pink mug on the counter. Dr. Gwen picked it up and put it on a coaster. I sighed as I spoke.
”Yes, the nightmares have subsided. They have been replaced with rainbows and Unicorn farts. Is that what you want to hear so I can have reign of my house back?”
Dr. Gwen picked up her tape recorder and spoke into it.
”Subject has a sense of humor it seems, albeit a little off kilter. Further investigation needed.”
The tape clicks off as Dr. Gwen sips her own coffee.
”Felicity, you have to understand why I am here. Some of the things you did while using the name Phoenix LeStrange. You hurt people. You hurt your family. You hurt me. You don’t want to hurt me do you?”
Dr. Gwen may be a bitch sometimes but, deep down, I cared for her and didn’t want her to cry. She smiled as I spoke.
”Of course not, Dr. Gwen. You are saving my body and saving my brain and for that I am forever in your debt.”
“Forever in your debt” those words rang out like a bell at a shipyard signalling the end of days for a sailor. No matter now though, what’s done is done. I may not realize the full magnitude of what my delusions of vampirism caused. I had been told about a couple missing people who were found drained of blood with knife cuts all along them. No proof was ever found that tied me to either of the cases. Dr. Gwen said she had “handled things,” whatever in the hell that meant. I was finally out of the looney bin and in my own house. Not allowed to make it my own out of fear I would revert back to being her. Dr. Gwen smiled as she looked me in the eyes.
”I got you booked for your debut match in Alpha Pro Wrestling. You can finally wrestle for real. I had to pull a few strings. You will take on Jamo. The Hardcore Nightmare himself. You are proving you can take on nightmares head on and this one will be no different. Why don’t you step by that blue sheet hanging up? I will record what you have to say and send it over to Adam Dante.”
I did as asked. Dr. Gwen shook her head. She stood up and walked across the room. She handed me a gift bag. I ripped it open. Inside was a teal and black wrestling outfit complete with knee pads and elbow pads. It was mermaid patterned and shimmery as any gear I had seen in a long time. I got giddy as a school girl as I ran to the half bath to change. I re-emerged wearing my new outfit. Dr. Gwen nodded in agreement.
”There. NOW you look like a real life wrestler. Do you have the skills to go with it? Let loose, have fun, and BE YOURSELF!”
I nodded as she yelled the word “Action!”
”Hello Alpha Pro Wrestling. Many of you knew me as the resident Lady of the Night, Phoenix LeStrange. You don’t have to worry about her. She is dead now. Buried in the annals of wrestling history, never to appear again. You see, my name is Felicity Ann Mason. I am, for a lack of better words, born again. My career up to this point has been a complete and utter lie. So this, the video you are seeing right in front of your eyes, is my Once Upon a Time. It all begins with Jamo, the Hardcore Nightmare.
People say Jamo is to be feared but after everything I have been through, I fear no man. I fear no woman. I fear no Australian. You see, Jamo is six feet two inches and three hundred and ten pounds. I am a mere five feet four inches and one hundred ten pounds. While, on paper, that puts me at a disadvantage, we all know the matches don’t happen on paper, do they Jamo? Aren’t you the same one who lost to John Blade on Metal as I sat backstage and dined with management? Aren’t you the one who allowed a has been to run roughshod over you? I think you are. Guys like you in this business come and go but true talent like me is hard to find. I had a rather unorthodox way of getting ahead in the past but that part of me is long gone. I am not going to bite you, Jamo. I have an even more punishing idea in mind for you.”
I looked into the camera, almost emotionlessly, as I continued.
”I am going to watch you suffer, Jamo. As I beat you into each corner with every move at my disposal. I am going to kick you in the jaw. I am going to smack you up side your dumb head. I am going to intertwine our legs and make you come to the light. I am going to rectify all the bad you have dished out. I am going to fix that which is broken. I am going to completely make you become forgotten.
We are all in this business to be the best and right now the best is Damon Warrens. I am not ready for the World Title but I will be. I will make a run through this whole roster, Mr. Dante. I will make the whole Empire you have built under the APW Flag crumble until it is me standing high above waving the new flag of the APW. The one run by me and Dr. Gwen.”
A smirk came across my face and quickly faded into oblivion, as if by force.
”You may not be able to tell it from all the medicine I am on but, for once in my life, I am truly happy. I am going to make a general statement this week. I am going to guarantee victory over Jamo, the knight sent by our once proud King Dante. I am going to push Jamo to limits he never thought possible...”
I smirked as I dropped some sand on the ground.
”... then I will let him drop. Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of Our Lives. Each day numbered in the plans of the higher beings of the world. The Gods, The Goddesses, the Allahs, the Sages. You see only they know our time and I am but a tool to help push someone to their ultimate demise.”
A large smile swept across my face as Dr. Gwen motioned for me to wrap it up.
”Alpha Pro has helped unlock my true potential and that spells D=O=O=M for anyone who stands across from me. Jamo is going to be but the first of a long line of victims who get their heads checked by the Rehabbed Angel. It is all foretold that an angel will come and make it all better in the end of days. There will be false prophets. Heed my warning and all shall be ok. Ignore the signs and it shall be YOUR end of days. Alpha Pro Wrestling, you have been warned.”
With that, Dr. Gwen shut her camera down. She was all smiles, I guess she was happy with what I had produced in front of her. She clapped as I curtsied lightly in front of her. She hugged me as I got back to her.
”See, with your skills and my brains, we are about to be the most unstoppable force that the Alpha Pro Wrestling has ever seen. #FTH? Forget them. The Hangmen? Forget them. The Canadian Coalition? Forget them. I may not be an active competitor but we are still the new driving force of Alpha Pro Wrestling. We are going to lead this company into 2021 and beyond. My teachings will be known all over the world and YOU will be my shining star in the night sky. You will be my first of many Rehabbed Angels!”
I sat there, for a long moment, just crying in Dr. Gwen’s arms. I sniffled as she looked down at me.
”What’s wrong my angel?”
I looked up at her, tears in my eyes.
”In my almost twenty one years of life, no one has ever been proud of me before. No one has ever shown me love and compassion and patience but you did and for that I am forever grateful. Thank you Dr. Gwen. For everything.”
My head dropped back into her chest as she smiled and played with my hair. She and I were primed to take on all comers and Jamo was the first one. Alpha Pro Wrestling thought I was a monster before. Just wait until they get a load of me now. I may seem more timid but I was ready to raise hell once that bell rang. In due time, Felicity, in due time.
The camera panned up to Dr. Gwen’s face where her sweet smile had been replaced by one of almost pure evil. She laughed a bit, lightly, as I just laid there and enjoyed being in my safe space. She had more plans for me. I smiled and nestled into Dr. Gwen’s chest as the scene faded to black.
