A killer in the land of toys Jan 25, 2018 21:44:36 GMT -5
Post by Alicia Lukas on Jan 25, 2018 21:44:36 GMT -5
Prologue-From Scared Little Girl, To Superstar.
16th of June 1991. I was born in Atlanta Georgia. The first child in my family. Born to a socialite mother and a professional wrestler father. Their relationship was looked down upon by my mother’s family. They saw my father as trash, they saw their relationship as a mistake. And after my brother was born, when I was 5 years old that friction caused my father Jason to leave.
I lacked that fatherly guidance, I lacked that help in forming my own identity. I let my mother influence me and as time went on that became damaging. I was locked into a relationship with a man who learned how to be an abusive asshole from his own father. He gave me two beautiful boys but also made me feel like I had nothing. I was at the bottom of the barrel.
I left with nothing but a few clothes, my passport and a dream. I snuck out in the middle of the night, went to the airport and flew off at Japan. I spent years learning my craft, applying what I learned as well as taking beatings day after day after day. I was told I didn’t belong, I was told that it just wasn’t for me. But I never gave up, I never quit. I knew what I needed, what I wanted and what I would have to go through to get there.
And no matter how bad the beating as that I took in the ring or the dojo it was nothing compared to what I took from Ronnie back home as I grew up.
My heart was in it, my body would take it all in and I learned that I wasn’t made of glass. When I got hit I didn’t shatter. In fact I got stronger. I became more determined. And when I came back to the united states I started running through the competition. I dominated everywhere I’ve been. From Honor, to Liberty Pro, to IWF and of course LAW.
I signed a contract to beat my ex-husband, I stood up and needed to beat him and take him out. From there I walked through opponent after opponent before finding myself here….And I refuse to allow anyone to stop me...
Let me sleep away these memories within
Sacrifices of purities are turning into sins
And this judgment day is drawing near
And this confession is killing me again
Scene One-When the truth is never enough
8 years ago
Violet Maxwell: No Ronnie...I swear I didn-
The shot hit hard. A closed fist hitting the left side of her face. His balled up right hand connecting and making that sickening flat pack sound as everything went black. As they started to come back the vision was blurry, a ringing stayed in her ears as she could barely make out his voice. The accusations, the anger, his thick southern accent singing through the large room as he stepped closer. Violet was on her knees as she swayed and tried to get up. Ronnie shoved her back down. She landed hard as she slipped in her dress.
She looked up at him her eyes welling up as her cheekbone ached. A large red welt forming under her left eye. Ronnie tilted his head with a growl. A bottle of Jack Daniels in his left hand as he took a long deep swig. Violet shook as her hand raised up in a defensive position. Ronnie grabbed her arm yanking her to her feet violently before throwing her across the room causing Violet to crash into the wall shoulder first, the plasterboard cracking as she hits it.
Ronnie stepped forward again looking at the wall then down at her. “Stupid slut” He hissed his words putting the bottle on the table next to him. He pulled Violet back to her feet by her same arm twisting it. She squealed in pain and whimpered as the tears rolled down her cheeks. He just shook his head looking down at her, disappointed. Her long blond curls fell to one side as he let her go. She stepped back quivering.
Ronnie: You’re fucking weak Violet. I know you’re cheating. I can smell em on ya.
Violet breathed hard shaking her head her lip quivering deep.
Violet Maxwell: No, Ronnie I would nev-
His hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed. Unable to speak, unable to breath Violet shook and scratched at his arm. Ronnie pushed her against the wall leaning in close looking in her eyes.
Ronnie: You are mine bitch, my father basically paid your mother for you….you will not touch another man...ya fucking understand me?
She gave him a nod, her eyes begging and pleading to be let go as she felt herself start to go light headed and blackout. Ronnie let her go as she fell to the floor again coughing. Her throat burning in pain as she took in deep breaths, one after another her tears pooling on the floor. Ronnie’s laughter breaking through the fuzzy silence in her mind. She looked up and swallowed hard as he shook his head
Ronnie: Get up Violet….I’m gonna remind ya that you’re mine…”
Scene Two-You only see what he wants you to see….
8 Years Ago
They all talked in quiet whispers. Polite smiles. Happy tones. It made Violet sick to her stomach. She heard the laughter from the other room. The men of the houses, the families that controlled most of Georgia. The “old money”. Her own betrothed, Ronnie, he stood in the doorway before turning his head to see Violet sitting at the table looking down into her tea. His face changed as she looked up and fear struck out at her heart. He had warned her earlier in the day not to make a scene.
She was to be...happy
She was to be the walking, talking, smiling blonde socialite that she had been raised to be. Rory sat near her in his stroller. Her older son Ryan, now two and a half ran about with the other children. Violet smiled looking at all the other girls. Many of them the same age as her or a little older. All of them forced into this modern day slavery of an arranged marriage. But they all smiled. Their hair was done and tied up in elaborate styles, they all wore fancy dresses like her. But did they have to put up with the same disrespect she did?
She swallowed hard as she went to move her arm forward, the short sleeve of her dress slipping down revealing a bruise she had not remembered to cover up with makeup. She sipped her tea lightly before she felt eyes upon her. She turned her head and raised an eyebrow as Maria, a girl she went to finishing school with, the same age as Violet stared at her arm. Violet awkwardly shuffled the sleeve up and shook her head at her friend. She felt the shame rise up, she felt the anguish burn in her heart.
Violet Maxwell: Excuse me….
She faintly smiled and stood up taking Rory in her arms, she moved across the dining hall and passed the parlour room where Ronnie and the other rich society boys were enjoying their time. She made it into one of the large washrooms and set Rory down she closed her eyes and felt the tears fall, Rory’s small noises faded out and she felt alone. She backed up with the tiled wall and slid down to the cold, hard floor.
She turned and pulled the small bag she had brought over to her lap flicking through it. She stopped coming to a pen knife, the steel shining from the light above. Violets eye lit up as the realisation hit her. There it was. The way out. She pushed herself to her feet before running the hot water. She ran her wrist under it and then the blade. She held it against her arm but something stopped her. Her hands shook as she slowly looked up into the mirror.
She was 18 years old. Forced into a relationship, sold off by her mother to a society marriage. Not even married and already two children. She was meant for more than this. She was meant for hopes and dreams and to change the world. Her teeth ground together as she pushed the blade against her skin, her voice low as she whispered to herself.
Violet Maxwell: Do it…..do it you fucking pussy….
Her hand pushed, the blade making a small cut as the blood moved and flowed into the sink, she stopped, Rory’s crying breaking through the angered haze. She dropped the knife, her hand gliding over to her baby son. What would he do without her?. What would Ronnie teach him and Ryan without her?. What would her younger sister do?. Her younger brother?. The shame that would bring to the family?.
The door opened, a chill went down her spine. Had Ronnie heard it all?. Had he heard Rory’s cries?. Maria stood in the doorway, she slowly moved in and shut the door behind her. Her long dark hair was half tied up and flowed down in a braid, her green eyes were kind, sympathetic and caring. The opposite of what most would look at her with in this society. Rory seemed to calm and go quiet in her presence. Violet closed her eyes and tried to keep it in.
Maria reached out, her hand gliding along Violet’s face. The tears flowed and Maria leaned forward bringing Violet into an embrace. It had been too long since Violet had felt the kindness of another person. The warmth that came from a good heart. As Maria pulled away she smiled.
Maria: You need to run….
Violet Maxwell: How?....
Maria: I’ll help you….
Once upon a time
There was a nasty, little piggy filled with pride and greed
Once upon a time
There was an evil, little piggy typical disease
You see this little pig is slowly becoming my own worst enemy.
You see this evil pig she's a blood, blood, blood sucking part of me.
Scene Three-The making of a star.
Alicia moved along the mat slowly before sliding down across her knee, her arm hooking around her sister Zoey’s leg, she twisted and turned lifting Zoey up and slamming her down before hooking her leg into a heel hook pulling as Zoey has no choice but to tap out. Alicia smiled and rolled over pulling her little sister up to her feet before tapping her on the shoulder.
“You see that?. That is what I’ve been doing Kenzi. I’ve been rolling with my sister, who is also a professional wrestler working out of Japan and Mexico. I’ve been doing my usual weight and cardio workouts, I’ve been doing submission grappling, striking, running ropes. Day after day, hour after our I have kept myself ready and in the best shape I can be in. What have you been doing I wonder?.”
“Oh right, the Bongo the clown show. Promoting LAW and yourself on another episode of “Kenzi the multimedia star”. It’s almost like you wanted to illustrate my points. See I said it before, I wake up I’m a professional wrestler, I go to sleep I am a professional wrestler. I do the standard promoting I am asked to do and I’m not foreign to having to go and guest star on random TV shows but here’s the difference. I do them in between what I want to do. You do them as a way to further your brand Kenzi….”
“A brand that is all about stardom…”
“A brand that is all about glitz, glamour and the Los Angeles way of life.”
“You are an actress who is moonlighting as a professional wrestler. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to act and be in the limelight. But you say you idolize me.You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t look at me that way and put me on a pedestal. If you want to do that then you need to be what I am, feel what I feel and believe what I believe….”
Alicia sighs and moves over away from the mats in the center of the room leaning instead on a weight bench. Alicia’s hair done in a braid going over her shoulder as a few strands that escaped it stick to her sweat covered face, a small smile coming across her pink lips as she takes a drink of water.
“Now, I already went over the fact I do like you as a person, I like Sarah very much to. I’m not a big fan of the rest of your group, especially Roxy, I mean as I have been very vocal about I would love to stomp her stupid little face into a puddle of blood and bone and simply walk away laughing. But still the fact remains that outside of this crazy world I consider you a friend. Which is why when I tear you down like this I don’t mean it as an insult. See Kenzi the thing that annoys me most about this whole situation is that here I am in my home gym busting my ass a day after getting back from the Barclays center in New York, wrestling a match for Honor and despite all this work and despite me being focused as they come for this weekend I could still walk into LAW 76 in South Carolina and lose to someone who spends half her time talking to a shrink and the other half doing bad cameos on bad TV shows for kids…”
“Now I want you to think about that Kenzi. Envision yourself being so dedicated to one art, one profession only to have an ultra talented half actress half wrestler beat you.”
“You have the good given natural gifts to be the best of the best and truth be told you should have been the LAW champion by now. You should have held that title at least once instead of Gabby Camacho or even Crystal Hilton. You should be blitzing the competition and be holding the biggest belts high. You should be chasing your own mother down for the position of the GOAT. But you’re not. Instead you’re happy screwing around on bad sci fi shows on the Circle TV network and BONGO THE FUCKING CLOWN.”
“I want you to realise your potential Kenzi, I want you to live up to the genetics you have and the natural gifts. See I had to work for everything, And one thing you seem to forget is that I too am a second generation star. My father Jason Maxwell was in this business when he met my mother. He walked out on her, me and my siblings. But it was ingrained in my DNA. But while you have the “Grey” last name and your mother is active in your life and is trying to get you where you need to be you know what my father did?...”
“He borrowed money, meddled in my life and disappeared. Rinse and repeat….”
Alicia scoffed and shook her head folding her arms over her chest, her natural beauty being overshadowed by the look of anger and disgust on her face.
“Do you know what I would have done to have a parent try and help me?. A parent to guide me through the wrestling world and to be there for me if I had questions?. My father could have stood by my side and helped me, instead he just didn’t care. So I went to Japan and spent five years getting my head kicked in to earn the right to be called a professional wrestler. And I have spent the last two years in the united states building a legacy….”
“See, here’s the thing, you can say that you respect me and that I’m a legend in your eyes and all those lovely things you have said, and I can look at you and applaud your title win and agree that you could be the measuring stick of LAW and one of the best stars currently going. But when you step between those ropes, when you look me in the eye, it all stops…”
“All of it, the hero worship, the respect, the friendship. It all disappears when the bell rings along with you determination that you are going to beat me. See it occured to me that you are looking at me through rose tinted glasses. You look at me as a great professional wrestler who has held titles and beaten stars and who is nice and respectful to you and a friend…”
“But Kenz, when that bell rings you’ll see me for what I am. I’m not a nice person. I’m not the sweet little blonde girl with thick hips and a great ass you and Sarah make jokes about. I’m a fucking killer. I’m a beast who will tear you limb from limb. I will throw your tiny little carcass around the ring, I will hit you so hard that your jaw will shatter, I will kick you hard enough to break ribs. I will choke you out or pull on your arm or leg and wait for it to snap if you don’t tap in time….”
“Baby girl...I’m going to hurt you bad….”
“And I say that with all the love and respect in the world…”
“You say you see me, know me, get me. But the truth is that you can’t. Not until you’re in the ring with me and you feel it. Sam Tolson walked around telling the world that she could beat me, that I was all hype. We stepped in the ring and little Sammy was never the same, she escaped me and survived me and now she can’t win a title to save her damn life. Kate Steele was a big name waiting to take the success she had in LAW to other companies. Then she ran into me. And now...she’s a shell of what many people believed she could be…”
Alicia scoffs and shakes her head, the familiar smirk returning along with the twinkle of arrogance in her eyes.
“You and Maki went at it, and as talented as Maki is you had trouble with her and she isn’t half the woman I am. She’s too busy playing personality roulette and flirting with you to really be a threat. But me Kenzi?. Even though I’m your friend I am still a threat to you, to your way of life and to everyone in this company. From Clementine, Blackwell and Winters, to you, Camacho and Hilton. Ever single woman o0n this roster needs to stand up and take notice. They need to stop giving two shits about who is licking who’s snatch and start caring about the ass whippings from hell that I am prepared to hand out…”
“You need to help me light the way, you need to put away the multimedia bullshit and be what you were born to be…”
“A professional wrestler…”
“At LAW 76 I am going to hit you as hard as I can and I’ll wait to see if you can take it. If you do beat me I will be the first one to praise you and shake your hand, if I beat you I will expect the same from you...see I’m not stopping till I hold that LAW championship over my head and be the dominant champion I know I can be and help drag LAW to the top and help it stay there….”
“And I have no problem going through a friend to do it….”