Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2018 20:04:24 GMT -5
Fear, humiliation and pain.
Those were the three things I felt on that unforgettable night. The fear that my fiance or one of my friends would suffer. The humiliation of being forced onto my hands and knees like a dog. The pain of having my right hand broken after having it stomped on by that evil, heartless bastard, Michael Rivers.
That moment still gives me nightmares, it’s something that I will never ever forget, something that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I’ve just finished getting a shower and putting my clothes on, the usual ensemble of a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers and a black Dean Matthews T-shirt, my leather jacket left in my locker room just next door to where I am now, that being the shower room.
Picking up my hairbrush, I begin to direct through my long black damp locks and once I’m happy with everything, I place it back down beside the sink and make my out of the room and into the locker room. I freeze in place at the sight I’m greeted by, a few steps in front of me, one of Michael’s ‘demons’ with their grasp around Jen, and over by the locker room door, against the wall was Ashley Kenyon being held around the throat by the monstrous Maiko Adachi. Not far away from where they are, Cali-Kate is in the clutches of the crazed Daniela and between them both is Aerynn Donnelly being held by the twins, Ananiel and Ramiel. My blood begins to boil and I immediately step forward, preparing to go for the demon holding Jen captive when the chilling voice of Michael Rivers, the self-proclaimed Lord Lucifer chimes in.
“Ah, ah, ah...naughty girl! One more step and he’ll snap her ribs like toothpicks. I’d love nothing more for making me spend my Saturday in some podunk town in the middle of nowhere.”
I glare towards Michael, snarling at him.
“What do you want, Michael?”
He smirks.
“Hmmm. What do I want? What do I want? What do I want? What do I want?!?!”
He chants, as I notice the evil, backstabbing little bitch, Danika Bayne standing beside him, her arms wrapped around his stomach as she grins sadistically. All of a sudden, he snaps his fingers and points to the floor looking right at me.
“Get on your hands and knees like a dog.”
Is this guy for fucking real? Does he honestly think I’m going to do anything he tells me to do? I glare at him for a few moments until he points over to Jen, I look over to my fiance and see the look of terror on her face and that’s when I realise, to protect the ones I love, I have to do what he says. Slowly getting down onto my hands and knees, I look up to Michael in utter disgust, who is now standing right in front me.
“There! Now what?!”
“Well…I did warn you. I did warn all of you. But none of you listened. I thought the example I set with the Puppy would have gotten the point across but no. No, you had to be stubborn. You had to be arrogant. You had to think that you could do the impossible. That you little insignificant maggots could climb Everest without rope or bit.”
I watch as he points his finger at all of us in an accusing fashion, for simply standing up for what was right after everything he and his Children had done.
“So now I have to deliver another one. I take no pleasure in this. All you had to do was kneel. So now, comes chastisement.”
Closing my eyes, I lower my head to the ground, having no idea what’s coming.
“NO! DON’T YOU HURT HER!”
Jen screams.
“Please shut her up…”
I shoot a glance up to the ‘demon’ holding her, hoping he doesn’t do anything to hurt her as he simply just slaps his hand over her mouth, muffling her protests. My friends begin to struggle to try and break free, however it’s useless.
“This is on you. Because remember. Humans don’t get a happy ending.”
“NO! Leave her alone, bastard!”
I hear Kate scream when all of a sudden, without warning, Michael raises his leg and stomps down hard onto my right hand with his thick combat boots. The pain is overwhelming as I hear my bones crack and then he brings it down a second time, breaking more bones as I scream out in pain.
Sitting up, I let out another scream which suddenly wakes up Jen. Looking around, I find myself in my bedroom, my body dripping with cold sweat as tears stream down my face.
“Baby?!?! What’s wrong?!?! Are you okay?!?!”
Jen says as she sits up beside me. I lift up my right hand, now all wrapped up in a cast and stare at it, and that’s the moment when Jen realises what happened as she wraps her arms around me in an embrace.
“You had another nightmare didn’t you?”
I nod my head as my face crunches up and I bury it into Jen’s shoulder and begin to sob.
“Shhh...it’ll be okay, baby…”
She slowly rubs my back and kisses me on the side of the head. Breaking away from each other, she places her hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look into her eyes that have since watered up themselves.
“You’ll get through this, okay? I believe in you. You’re strong. You’re unbreakable, remember?”
I slowly nod as I avert my gaze down.
“I’m just glad that it was my hand broken and not yours, or Kate’s, or Ash’s or--”
“Stacy, stop!”
She cuts me off and I stare at her for a few moments before letting out an elongated sigh.
“I’m sorry, honey...I need to stop letting this crap bother me. I need to make sure I’m ready and focused on taking the Marquee Championship off of Crystal this Sunday.”
Glancing at me with a look of concern on her face, she shakes her head slightly.
“I know how important this match is to you so I know what you’re going to say, but I wish you would ask if you can reschedule this match once your hand has healed.”
I place my left hand onto her right hand and give her a reassuring smile.
“Honey, I know you’re looking out for me, and I appreciate it, but I’m not going to let Michael take this away from me. I earned this opportunity and I don’t want to let my fans or Crystal down by requesting this match happen at a later date. I’ll be okay, I promise…”
She nods slowly.
“You get yourself back to sleep, I’m going to take my meds and then I’ll join you.”
“Okay. I love you, baby.”
“And I love you too, honey.”
We share a passionate kiss with one another before I get up out of bed while she lies back down in bed.
I know she’s worried about me competing so soon after what happened to me hand, and deep down, I know what she’s saying is right, but I just can’t not show up for this match. This has been what I’ve been fighting for ever since I joined LAW, an opportunity to become a champion, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow a broken hand to stop me from having this match.
No matter what, I will walk out of LAW #75 as the new Marquee Champion.
Despite having a broken hand, I’m still going to give Crystal everything I’ve got in this match, not just because she and the fans deserve me at the very best of my ability, but because if I’m going to become the new Marquee Champion, I need to be at my very best because Crystal is no slouch by a long shot. There is a reason why she’s the current reigning Marquee Champion, she didn’t win that championship on a fluke.
She’s that damn good, so I need to be better if I’m going to have any chance of walking out of our nation’s capital with that title. That’s why I’ve been training harder and longer than ever before, or at least the training that my body allows me to do, obviously with a broken hand that means I can’t do certain training as it’s just not possible.
The camera flickers to life as I can be seen holding my camcorder in a local gym here in Washington DC where I’ve been doing what I can to prepare myself for my upcoming title match. I’m dressed in a pair of white sneakers, a pair of skin tight plain black leggings and a plain black sports bra with my hair tied up in a ponytail and my right hand in a black cast.
“Hey guys, as you can all see, I’ve just finished a workout...or at least, what I’m able to do considering this…”
I lift up my right arm, showing everyone at home the cast on my hand.
“I know that some of you are worried that because of this, I’m not going to be able to compete this Sunday, but I can tell you all now, put it on record. I WILL show up and face Crystal for the Marquee Championship, or else...why would I be here currently in DC?”
Walking over to a bench, I sit down on it and picking up a towel, I wipe my face with it.
“Now, Crystal...I feel like I owe you an apology. I know you were wanting me at my absolute best for our title match, but obviously that ain’t happening because of this. But rest assured, I still plan on giving you everything I possibly can, because I want what you have and that’s the Marquee Championship!”
I place the camera down on the bench before searching through my duffel bag, lifting out a bottle of water with a sports cap so I don’t need to unscrew it. Picking the camera back up, I take a swig of my water before continuing.
“Of course, I know that you’re a smart competitor and considering how badly you want to remain Marquee Champion, I know that wearing this cast, I may as well have a freakin’ target painted on it. I know you’re going to use my broken hand to your advantage, but I’m willing to endure that to make sure we still have one Hell of a match. I won’t hold it against you if you do choose to use this to your advantage, because at the end of the day, the only person who will be to blame for my hand getting injured further in this match would be me, and me alone.”
Looking down to the floor, I let out an elongated sigh.
“I know how long you have fought for this, Crystal...and in all honesty, a small part of me wishes that I didn’t have to take from you what you’ve worked so hard for. But the thing is, we’re wrestlers, and it’s our job to go out there and win matches and championships. I have held championships everywhere I’ve been except for LAW, and on Sunday, I plan on changing that. For almost ten years, I’ve been climbing up the ladder in every single company I have worked for and I have constantly fought against the odds. Most of the time, I’ve always been considered the underdog, and before this hand injury, I was already considered the underdog going into our match and now with my broken hand, I’m even more of an underdog. But I ALWAYS deliver, every single night, and on Sunday...it will be no different because I am going to leave EVERYTHING I have in that ring!”
I look back up into the camera with a look of pure determination on my face.
“You may want to retain your title badly, but I NEED to beat you and take it from you more than you could possibly imagine. I have busted my ass ever since I arrived here and I have taken the best of the best, including you to your very limits! Hell, like you pointed out yourself, Gabby Camacho came out on social media and said it herself that I gave her the fight of her life. I’ve also been screwed out of a couple of huge opportunities here, and I don’t plan on having this broken hand be the difference between walking out of LAW #75 as champion or not!”
Standing to my feet, I continue to keep my focus on the camera.
“This Sunday, live from the DC Armory right here in Washington DC, the Unbreakable Era will begin and a new Marquee Champion will be crowned! See you on Sunday, honey…”
And with that, I blow a kiss into the camera before switching it off, causing the screen to cut to black.
Life is never easy and everyone goes through something that tests how strong and capable they are in the toughest of situations. I’m the living embodiment of that, and most if not all the people who know me, will no doubt agree with it since it was those very people who gave me the nickname of Unbreakable.
I’m not going to let this opportunity pass me by, no matter what! I will walk out of LAW #75 as Marquee Champion!
Even if it kills me!
Those were the three things I felt on that unforgettable night. The fear that my fiance or one of my friends would suffer. The humiliation of being forced onto my hands and knees like a dog. The pain of having my right hand broken after having it stomped on by that evil, heartless bastard, Michael Rivers.
That moment still gives me nightmares, it’s something that I will never ever forget, something that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I’ve just finished getting a shower and putting my clothes on, the usual ensemble of a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers and a black Dean Matthews T-shirt, my leather jacket left in my locker room just next door to where I am now, that being the shower room.
Picking up my hairbrush, I begin to direct through my long black damp locks and once I’m happy with everything, I place it back down beside the sink and make my out of the room and into the locker room. I freeze in place at the sight I’m greeted by, a few steps in front of me, one of Michael’s ‘demons’ with their grasp around Jen, and over by the locker room door, against the wall was Ashley Kenyon being held around the throat by the monstrous Maiko Adachi. Not far away from where they are, Cali-Kate is in the clutches of the crazed Daniela and between them both is Aerynn Donnelly being held by the twins, Ananiel and Ramiel. My blood begins to boil and I immediately step forward, preparing to go for the demon holding Jen captive when the chilling voice of Michael Rivers, the self-proclaimed Lord Lucifer chimes in.
“Ah, ah, ah...naughty girl! One more step and he’ll snap her ribs like toothpicks. I’d love nothing more for making me spend my Saturday in some podunk town in the middle of nowhere.”
I glare towards Michael, snarling at him.
“What do you want, Michael?”
He smirks.
“Hmmm. What do I want? What do I want? What do I want? What do I want?!?!”
He chants, as I notice the evil, backstabbing little bitch, Danika Bayne standing beside him, her arms wrapped around his stomach as she grins sadistically. All of a sudden, he snaps his fingers and points to the floor looking right at me.
“Get on your hands and knees like a dog.”
Is this guy for fucking real? Does he honestly think I’m going to do anything he tells me to do? I glare at him for a few moments until he points over to Jen, I look over to my fiance and see the look of terror on her face and that’s when I realise, to protect the ones I love, I have to do what he says. Slowly getting down onto my hands and knees, I look up to Michael in utter disgust, who is now standing right in front me.
“There! Now what?!”
“Well…I did warn you. I did warn all of you. But none of you listened. I thought the example I set with the Puppy would have gotten the point across but no. No, you had to be stubborn. You had to be arrogant. You had to think that you could do the impossible. That you little insignificant maggots could climb Everest without rope or bit.”
I watch as he points his finger at all of us in an accusing fashion, for simply standing up for what was right after everything he and his Children had done.
“So now I have to deliver another one. I take no pleasure in this. All you had to do was kneel. So now, comes chastisement.”
Closing my eyes, I lower my head to the ground, having no idea what’s coming.
“NO! DON’T YOU HURT HER!”
Jen screams.
“Please shut her up…”
I shoot a glance up to the ‘demon’ holding her, hoping he doesn’t do anything to hurt her as he simply just slaps his hand over her mouth, muffling her protests. My friends begin to struggle to try and break free, however it’s useless.
“This is on you. Because remember. Humans don’t get a happy ending.”
“NO! Leave her alone, bastard!”
I hear Kate scream when all of a sudden, without warning, Michael raises his leg and stomps down hard onto my right hand with his thick combat boots. The pain is overwhelming as I hear my bones crack and then he brings it down a second time, breaking more bones as I scream out in pain.
Sitting up, I let out another scream which suddenly wakes up Jen. Looking around, I find myself in my bedroom, my body dripping with cold sweat as tears stream down my face.
“Baby?!?! What’s wrong?!?! Are you okay?!?!”
Jen says as she sits up beside me. I lift up my right hand, now all wrapped up in a cast and stare at it, and that’s the moment when Jen realises what happened as she wraps her arms around me in an embrace.
“You had another nightmare didn’t you?”
I nod my head as my face crunches up and I bury it into Jen’s shoulder and begin to sob.
“Shhh...it’ll be okay, baby…”
She slowly rubs my back and kisses me on the side of the head. Breaking away from each other, she places her hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look into her eyes that have since watered up themselves.
“You’ll get through this, okay? I believe in you. You’re strong. You’re unbreakable, remember?”
I slowly nod as I avert my gaze down.
“I’m just glad that it was my hand broken and not yours, or Kate’s, or Ash’s or--”
“Stacy, stop!”
She cuts me off and I stare at her for a few moments before letting out an elongated sigh.
“I’m sorry, honey...I need to stop letting this crap bother me. I need to make sure I’m ready and focused on taking the Marquee Championship off of Crystal this Sunday.”
Glancing at me with a look of concern on her face, she shakes her head slightly.
“I know how important this match is to you so I know what you’re going to say, but I wish you would ask if you can reschedule this match once your hand has healed.”
I place my left hand onto her right hand and give her a reassuring smile.
“Honey, I know you’re looking out for me, and I appreciate it, but I’m not going to let Michael take this away from me. I earned this opportunity and I don’t want to let my fans or Crystal down by requesting this match happen at a later date. I’ll be okay, I promise…”
She nods slowly.
“You get yourself back to sleep, I’m going to take my meds and then I’ll join you.”
“Okay. I love you, baby.”
“And I love you too, honey.”
We share a passionate kiss with one another before I get up out of bed while she lies back down in bed.
I know she’s worried about me competing so soon after what happened to me hand, and deep down, I know what she’s saying is right, but I just can’t not show up for this match. This has been what I’ve been fighting for ever since I joined LAW, an opportunity to become a champion, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow a broken hand to stop me from having this match.
No matter what, I will walk out of LAW #75 as the new Marquee Champion.
Despite having a broken hand, I’m still going to give Crystal everything I’ve got in this match, not just because she and the fans deserve me at the very best of my ability, but because if I’m going to become the new Marquee Champion, I need to be at my very best because Crystal is no slouch by a long shot. There is a reason why she’s the current reigning Marquee Champion, she didn’t win that championship on a fluke.
She’s that damn good, so I need to be better if I’m going to have any chance of walking out of our nation’s capital with that title. That’s why I’ve been training harder and longer than ever before, or at least the training that my body allows me to do, obviously with a broken hand that means I can’t do certain training as it’s just not possible.
The camera flickers to life as I can be seen holding my camcorder in a local gym here in Washington DC where I’ve been doing what I can to prepare myself for my upcoming title match. I’m dressed in a pair of white sneakers, a pair of skin tight plain black leggings and a plain black sports bra with my hair tied up in a ponytail and my right hand in a black cast.
“Hey guys, as you can all see, I’ve just finished a workout...or at least, what I’m able to do considering this…”
I lift up my right arm, showing everyone at home the cast on my hand.
“I know that some of you are worried that because of this, I’m not going to be able to compete this Sunday, but I can tell you all now, put it on record. I WILL show up and face Crystal for the Marquee Championship, or else...why would I be here currently in DC?”
Walking over to a bench, I sit down on it and picking up a towel, I wipe my face with it.
“Now, Crystal...I feel like I owe you an apology. I know you were wanting me at my absolute best for our title match, but obviously that ain’t happening because of this. But rest assured, I still plan on giving you everything I possibly can, because I want what you have and that’s the Marquee Championship!”
I place the camera down on the bench before searching through my duffel bag, lifting out a bottle of water with a sports cap so I don’t need to unscrew it. Picking the camera back up, I take a swig of my water before continuing.
“Of course, I know that you’re a smart competitor and considering how badly you want to remain Marquee Champion, I know that wearing this cast, I may as well have a freakin’ target painted on it. I know you’re going to use my broken hand to your advantage, but I’m willing to endure that to make sure we still have one Hell of a match. I won’t hold it against you if you do choose to use this to your advantage, because at the end of the day, the only person who will be to blame for my hand getting injured further in this match would be me, and me alone.”
Looking down to the floor, I let out an elongated sigh.
“I know how long you have fought for this, Crystal...and in all honesty, a small part of me wishes that I didn’t have to take from you what you’ve worked so hard for. But the thing is, we’re wrestlers, and it’s our job to go out there and win matches and championships. I have held championships everywhere I’ve been except for LAW, and on Sunday, I plan on changing that. For almost ten years, I’ve been climbing up the ladder in every single company I have worked for and I have constantly fought against the odds. Most of the time, I’ve always been considered the underdog, and before this hand injury, I was already considered the underdog going into our match and now with my broken hand, I’m even more of an underdog. But I ALWAYS deliver, every single night, and on Sunday...it will be no different because I am going to leave EVERYTHING I have in that ring!”
I look back up into the camera with a look of pure determination on my face.
“You may want to retain your title badly, but I NEED to beat you and take it from you more than you could possibly imagine. I have busted my ass ever since I arrived here and I have taken the best of the best, including you to your very limits! Hell, like you pointed out yourself, Gabby Camacho came out on social media and said it herself that I gave her the fight of her life. I’ve also been screwed out of a couple of huge opportunities here, and I don’t plan on having this broken hand be the difference between walking out of LAW #75 as champion or not!”
Standing to my feet, I continue to keep my focus on the camera.
“This Sunday, live from the DC Armory right here in Washington DC, the Unbreakable Era will begin and a new Marquee Champion will be crowned! See you on Sunday, honey…”
And with that, I blow a kiss into the camera before switching it off, causing the screen to cut to black.
Life is never easy and everyone goes through something that tests how strong and capable they are in the toughest of situations. I’m the living embodiment of that, and most if not all the people who know me, will no doubt agree with it since it was those very people who gave me the nickname of Unbreakable.
I’m not going to let this opportunity pass me by, no matter what! I will walk out of LAW #75 as Marquee Champion!
Even if it kills me!