Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 19:59:59 GMT -5
Despite how long it’s been since the passing of Dean, I still haven’t been able to come to terms with it. This is a time in my life where I should be happy, with my recent engagement to Jen and with me still being Evolution Champion in HYBRID and being the number one contender for the Marquee Championship in LAW, I should be feeling on top of the world.
But all I can think about is Dean, what Michael, Danika and the Children all did to him at Proving Grounds, the entire thing just keeps replaying over and over in my head, filling my heart with more pain and anger.
I’m here in California, normally whenever I’m here it’s to visit Zoey and Kat, but this time I’m not. Pismo Beach is where I am more specifically, and it’s here where the Matthews’ family graves are situated, and even though there’s a chance Dean isn’t buried here, since The Children won’t reveal that information, I’m hoping that at least his spirit would be here with his family.
Dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers, a black Dean Matthews T-shirt, a black leather jacket and a plain black wool hat, I make my way over to where the three graves are. Dean’s father, the original Snake, David Cain Matthews, his step-mom, Monica Renee Matthews, and his little sister, Jasmine Marie Matthews.
“Dean? It’s Stacy. If you’re here, I just want to say that I’m sorry that I failed you…”
I already begin to choke up.
“I-I...never got a chance to tell you this, but...when I was growing up, I had an adopted brother three years older than me called Paul. He was my rock. He was always there for me and I could go to him about anything. Whenever I was feeling upset over being bullied, I would go to him and he would make me feel better.”
Wiping away the tears as they fall down my face, I sniffle.
“And then one day, he was just...gone. A-And when I heard the news of your passing...I felt that same pain all over again. You were like a brother to me, and despite having my half-brother, Seifer...with him living in Japan, you were the one I would go too, who I would confide in.”
I take my left hand in my right and play with my engagement ring, glancing down at it as I do so.
“I was hoping that you would have been able to see me get married...oh yeah, I didn’t tell you about that did I? Jen proposed to me on Christmas Day. I was so happy. I mean, I am happy that I’m finally going to be marrying the most wonderful woman I have ever met…”
Pausing, I remember what Danika did to him and I instantly feel guilty talking about my upcoming marriage.
“Although I’d imagine that marriage talk is the last thing you want to hear after what that rotten little bitch did to you, I’m sorry.”
I let out an elongated sigh, wiping away some more tears before I feel my blood begin to boil and anger starts to build inside of me.
“I promise you, Dean, your death will not be in vain! I don’t care how long it takes me, but I will take down Michael and the Children and end this madness once and for all!”
Looking down at the graves of David, Monica and Jasmine, I glance down to the ground for a few moments before looking back up.
“I’m sorry for allowing what happened to your son and brother happen. If it means anything, I promise I will avenge his death. He meant a lot to me and so many others, and we will fight in his honor...in all of your honor. Despite not knowing any of you personally, I consider all three of you part of my family, just like Dean.”
I place my hand on the top of David’s grave.
“Once I destroy Michael and the Children, you’ll finally be able to rest easy.”
Turning on my heels, I begin to walk away from the graves and after a few minutes and about three hundred yards, I come to a driveway leading up to a large house, on said driveway are a bunch of burned furniture and pictures.
“This must have been the Matthews’ residence…”
Trailing past the ashes and burned wood, the stench of smoke is still strong as it stings my nostrils before I make my way into the house which looks to be completely gutted.
“Those rotten bastards must have cleared it of anything of worth. It’s like they’re trying to destroy any evidence of their existence.”
It’s an eerie atmosphere for sure, almost as if the family is still living here in the afterlife, that or it’s because I can still feel the presence of Michael and the Children. I look around some more, and I’m moments away from giving up hope of finding anything when all of a sudden, I see a glint coming from under some broken pieces of wood.
“Hello. What are you?”
Moving the wood out of the way, I pick up the gold zippo lighter, and examining it further, it has a snake engraved on the side of it.
“This is David’s lighter...that Dean always carried with him. The Children must have missed it when clearing this place out.”
I place the lighter into the breast pocket of my leather jacket and make my way back out of the house when all of a sudden, I hear a twig snap as if someone is out here watching me. Quickly turning towards the sound, I glance around, surveying the area but nothing.
“Must have been an animal or something…”
Not wanting to wait around to find out, just in case, I swiftly make my way back to where I parked my car situated a few more hundred yards away from where I am.
I suppose at least now, I have more than just the picture that was taken of me and Dean together to remember him by. I’m going to make sure that I always have this lighter with me, in my breast pocket so it’s always close to my heart.
Because that’s how much Dean meant to me, but now, I have to focus on my upcoming match against my friend and fellow Angel, Crystal Hilton. The last time we met in non-title competition, she beat me. Now that it’s for the title, I need to make sure the outcome is different.
And become LAW Marquee Champion.
I think I needed to visit the Matthews’ family graves, as since then, I’ve been feeling a little bit better due to the fact I actually had the chance to say goodbye to him. Obviously losing him still hurts, but life goes on and I need to shift my focus to my upcoming title match against Crystal. I’d never be able to forgive myself if I didn’t go into this match without my full focus, I’d feel like I’d be letting the fans down, Crystal down and myself down.
So I’m putting the situation with Dean and the Children on the back burner now. At LAW #73 I walked into a number one contenders Battle Royal and walked out victorious. Crazy thing is, I’m two for two in Battle Royals here in LAW, both times defeating tough competition. But winning this last one crowned me number one contender for the Marquee Championship.
And at LAW #75, I plan on being crowned Marquee Champion.
The camera flickers to life as I can be seen here in my hotel room in our nation’s capital, Washington DC, the state where the next LAW event emanates from. I’m dressed in a pair of dark blue skin tight denim jeans and a black Dean Matthews T-shirt as I make sure I’m happy with the camera set up before making my way over to the white leather couch.
Sitting down on it, I rest my bare feet on the cold hardwood floor and rest my elbows on my knees as at first I look down to the floor.
“I ended 2017 still in possession of the HYBRID Evolution Championship...and as number one contender for the LAW Marquee Championship. As you alluded to, Crystal, I beat my half-brother to become Evolution Champion, and he’s former multi-time World Champion in his own right. And despite what Kayla Winters said in the lead up to the number one contenders Battle Royal, that proves in itself, that if I’m willing to take a championship from my own flesh and blood, I’m not going to lay down and allow you to beat me, not just because that’s not how I have ever operated, but because I know how badly you want me to bring me everything.”
Slowly lifting me head now, I look into the camera with a determined look on my face.
“What you’re going through right now, Crystal? I feel for you. I really do. It seems like we’re both dealing with things right now that are seriously affecting us both mentally. You with this thing with Maria, and me with losing someone I considered a brother. But I know that when we step into that ring against each other, we’re going to put all of that aside because when it comes down to it, there’s only going to be one thing on our minds. On your mind it’s gonna be, I need to retain my championship and on my mind, it’s gonna be, I need to win this championship.”
Sitting upright now, I lift my legs up and cross them while still sitting on the couch.
“It’s clear that despite your recent run that you’re still not lacking in confidence, to a degree at least since you claim that you know you’re a better wrestler than me. For all I know, you could be, because you see...I’m a very modest person. I always talk about how long I’ve been doing this, I started training when I was fourteen and this year will mark my tenth year since turning professional. I have always stated the truth about the fact that I have always been one of the hardest working wrestlers wherever I’ve been, I have poured my blood, sweat and tears into everything I have ever done because I have always wanted to prove to my Dad that he trained a daughter who will always work hard for everything she achieves. No cutting corners, no using underhanded tactics, none of that bullshit that pisses me off to no end! Because I’ve always been a believer that if you do it properly and put in the work, only then will you truly deserve the accomplishments you earn.”
I run my hands through my long black hair.
“And that’s why even though you may consider yourself a failure due to your recent track record, that you believe you’re nothing more than a champion just sitting on a championship, I don’t believe that for a second. There are a lot of talented women in this company, and you can’t always win them all, even when you’re a champion. Hell, when I was in VoW, I went on a losing streak for about a year and a half, and that was a very dark period in my life. And yes, I got to a point where I felt like I was useless, that I wasn’t as good as I thought I was. But then I started getting better with help from a therapist, my friends and my family and that was when I realised that no, I’m not useless, and that I am as good as I believe I am. And then after that, I defeated a man who was practically undefeated and then what would end up being my final match in VoW, I faced the World Champion for said title, and despite not walking away with the victory and the title, I gave her the fight of her fucking life...and I was happy with that.”
Clasping my hands together, I maintain my focus on the camera, more importantly making sure that I’m getting my point across to my friend.
“The point I’m trying to make, my friend, is that you should never define yourself from your losses, but from your victories. If I do end up beating you at LAW #75 and become the brand new Marquee Champion, that doesn’t mean you’re a failure. Of course, it will hurt for a while, it always sucks when you’re a champion and lose it. But if you focus on the plus sides, then you’ll be able to move on with your career. Despite what you think, you’ve been a great and worthy Marquee Champion, who gives a fuck what the haters say, don’t pay attention to those bitches. And if you end up losing the title, think about the future, you could get yourself a shot at a bigger title in the future. Hell, you said it yourself about me, that I’m using this as a way of propelling myself further up the ladder because that’s the end goal that everyone in this business has. Everyone wants to be World Champion, and you do that by climbing the ladder and at times it requires winning other championships to get to that stage. And once I defeat you to become the new Marquee Champion, I will hold that title with pride and honor, I will defend it with everything in my power to help continue the prestige that you have given it.”
Leaning forward towards the table situated in front of me, I pick up a glass of water that was resting upon it and take a swig.
“I now understand why you’ve been acting the way you’ve been acting at times to me on Twitter, when you’ve been rude to me and shit. But you know what? Families fight sometimes, and I’ve suffered a Hell of a lot worse from people I’ve known longer and considered closer and now, those people are no longer in my life because they showed their true colors and I didn’t want to associate with such evil, vile people. You aren’t like that, and I’m glad you’re not like that because to me, you’re not just a friend, you’re not just a fellow Angel, you’re my sister. So I accept your apology, and now we can move on and focus on putting on a match that will never ever be forgotten. Let’s make sure that we give the fans, management and the other girls in the back a match that will end up being a guaranteed shoe in for Match of the Year 2018!”
Putting my feet back down on the ground now, I shift my body so I’m sitting on the edge of the couch.
“The last time you and faced each other, in my initiation match to prove that I deserve to be a member of the Boardwalk Angels, you beat me, but I took you to the limit and we had one Hell of a match. This time around, it’s not about proving that I belong in the Angels, it’s about the Marquee Championship. This time around, we’re going to put even more into this match than even we thought humanly possible and make it an even better match than our first. And this time around, the outcome is going to be different, because it’s going to be me getting my arm raised in victory, and the official will hand me my newly won Marquee Championship. And just like we did after our last match, we’ll hug it out and then we’ll go out and celebrate, and this time the drinks will be on me.”
I stand to my feet and make my way over to the camera.
“It’s time for the Stacy Jones/Crystal Hilton sequel, it’s time for me to become the marquee woman in LAW. See you next Sunday, honey.”
And with that, I blow a kiss into the camera before shutting it off and the screen goes black.
As much as it pains me to see my friend having such a terrible time mentally, as the old saying goes, the show must go on and I know that because of how professional Crystal is, that she’ll leave all of that shit behind, just like I’ll leave all of my shit behind once we step into the ring against each other.
Everyone better prepare for one of the best Main Events that LAW has ever witnessed, and they also better prepare to witness the crowning of a new Marquee Champion.
And that new Marquee Champion’s name? Is Stacy Jones!
But all I can think about is Dean, what Michael, Danika and the Children all did to him at Proving Grounds, the entire thing just keeps replaying over and over in my head, filling my heart with more pain and anger.
I’m here in California, normally whenever I’m here it’s to visit Zoey and Kat, but this time I’m not. Pismo Beach is where I am more specifically, and it’s here where the Matthews’ family graves are situated, and even though there’s a chance Dean isn’t buried here, since The Children won’t reveal that information, I’m hoping that at least his spirit would be here with his family.
Dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers, a black Dean Matthews T-shirt, a black leather jacket and a plain black wool hat, I make my way over to where the three graves are. Dean’s father, the original Snake, David Cain Matthews, his step-mom, Monica Renee Matthews, and his little sister, Jasmine Marie Matthews.
“Dean? It’s Stacy. If you’re here, I just want to say that I’m sorry that I failed you…”
I already begin to choke up.
“I-I...never got a chance to tell you this, but...when I was growing up, I had an adopted brother three years older than me called Paul. He was my rock. He was always there for me and I could go to him about anything. Whenever I was feeling upset over being bullied, I would go to him and he would make me feel better.”
Wiping away the tears as they fall down my face, I sniffle.
“And then one day, he was just...gone. A-And when I heard the news of your passing...I felt that same pain all over again. You were like a brother to me, and despite having my half-brother, Seifer...with him living in Japan, you were the one I would go too, who I would confide in.”
I take my left hand in my right and play with my engagement ring, glancing down at it as I do so.
“I was hoping that you would have been able to see me get married...oh yeah, I didn’t tell you about that did I? Jen proposed to me on Christmas Day. I was so happy. I mean, I am happy that I’m finally going to be marrying the most wonderful woman I have ever met…”
Pausing, I remember what Danika did to him and I instantly feel guilty talking about my upcoming marriage.
“Although I’d imagine that marriage talk is the last thing you want to hear after what that rotten little bitch did to you, I’m sorry.”
I let out an elongated sigh, wiping away some more tears before I feel my blood begin to boil and anger starts to build inside of me.
“I promise you, Dean, your death will not be in vain! I don’t care how long it takes me, but I will take down Michael and the Children and end this madness once and for all!”
Looking down at the graves of David, Monica and Jasmine, I glance down to the ground for a few moments before looking back up.
“I’m sorry for allowing what happened to your son and brother happen. If it means anything, I promise I will avenge his death. He meant a lot to me and so many others, and we will fight in his honor...in all of your honor. Despite not knowing any of you personally, I consider all three of you part of my family, just like Dean.”
I place my hand on the top of David’s grave.
“Once I destroy Michael and the Children, you’ll finally be able to rest easy.”
Turning on my heels, I begin to walk away from the graves and after a few minutes and about three hundred yards, I come to a driveway leading up to a large house, on said driveway are a bunch of burned furniture and pictures.
“This must have been the Matthews’ residence…”
Trailing past the ashes and burned wood, the stench of smoke is still strong as it stings my nostrils before I make my way into the house which looks to be completely gutted.
“Those rotten bastards must have cleared it of anything of worth. It’s like they’re trying to destroy any evidence of their existence.”
It’s an eerie atmosphere for sure, almost as if the family is still living here in the afterlife, that or it’s because I can still feel the presence of Michael and the Children. I look around some more, and I’m moments away from giving up hope of finding anything when all of a sudden, I see a glint coming from under some broken pieces of wood.
“Hello. What are you?”
Moving the wood out of the way, I pick up the gold zippo lighter, and examining it further, it has a snake engraved on the side of it.
“This is David’s lighter...that Dean always carried with him. The Children must have missed it when clearing this place out.”
I place the lighter into the breast pocket of my leather jacket and make my way back out of the house when all of a sudden, I hear a twig snap as if someone is out here watching me. Quickly turning towards the sound, I glance around, surveying the area but nothing.
“Must have been an animal or something…”
Not wanting to wait around to find out, just in case, I swiftly make my way back to where I parked my car situated a few more hundred yards away from where I am.
I suppose at least now, I have more than just the picture that was taken of me and Dean together to remember him by. I’m going to make sure that I always have this lighter with me, in my breast pocket so it’s always close to my heart.
Because that’s how much Dean meant to me, but now, I have to focus on my upcoming match against my friend and fellow Angel, Crystal Hilton. The last time we met in non-title competition, she beat me. Now that it’s for the title, I need to make sure the outcome is different.
And become LAW Marquee Champion.
I think I needed to visit the Matthews’ family graves, as since then, I’ve been feeling a little bit better due to the fact I actually had the chance to say goodbye to him. Obviously losing him still hurts, but life goes on and I need to shift my focus to my upcoming title match against Crystal. I’d never be able to forgive myself if I didn’t go into this match without my full focus, I’d feel like I’d be letting the fans down, Crystal down and myself down.
So I’m putting the situation with Dean and the Children on the back burner now. At LAW #73 I walked into a number one contenders Battle Royal and walked out victorious. Crazy thing is, I’m two for two in Battle Royals here in LAW, both times defeating tough competition. But winning this last one crowned me number one contender for the Marquee Championship.
And at LAW #75, I plan on being crowned Marquee Champion.
The camera flickers to life as I can be seen here in my hotel room in our nation’s capital, Washington DC, the state where the next LAW event emanates from. I’m dressed in a pair of dark blue skin tight denim jeans and a black Dean Matthews T-shirt as I make sure I’m happy with the camera set up before making my way over to the white leather couch.
Sitting down on it, I rest my bare feet on the cold hardwood floor and rest my elbows on my knees as at first I look down to the floor.
“I ended 2017 still in possession of the HYBRID Evolution Championship...and as number one contender for the LAW Marquee Championship. As you alluded to, Crystal, I beat my half-brother to become Evolution Champion, and he’s former multi-time World Champion in his own right. And despite what Kayla Winters said in the lead up to the number one contenders Battle Royal, that proves in itself, that if I’m willing to take a championship from my own flesh and blood, I’m not going to lay down and allow you to beat me, not just because that’s not how I have ever operated, but because I know how badly you want me to bring me everything.”
Slowly lifting me head now, I look into the camera with a determined look on my face.
“What you’re going through right now, Crystal? I feel for you. I really do. It seems like we’re both dealing with things right now that are seriously affecting us both mentally. You with this thing with Maria, and me with losing someone I considered a brother. But I know that when we step into that ring against each other, we’re going to put all of that aside because when it comes down to it, there’s only going to be one thing on our minds. On your mind it’s gonna be, I need to retain my championship and on my mind, it’s gonna be, I need to win this championship.”
Sitting upright now, I lift my legs up and cross them while still sitting on the couch.
“It’s clear that despite your recent run that you’re still not lacking in confidence, to a degree at least since you claim that you know you’re a better wrestler than me. For all I know, you could be, because you see...I’m a very modest person. I always talk about how long I’ve been doing this, I started training when I was fourteen and this year will mark my tenth year since turning professional. I have always stated the truth about the fact that I have always been one of the hardest working wrestlers wherever I’ve been, I have poured my blood, sweat and tears into everything I have ever done because I have always wanted to prove to my Dad that he trained a daughter who will always work hard for everything she achieves. No cutting corners, no using underhanded tactics, none of that bullshit that pisses me off to no end! Because I’ve always been a believer that if you do it properly and put in the work, only then will you truly deserve the accomplishments you earn.”
I run my hands through my long black hair.
“And that’s why even though you may consider yourself a failure due to your recent track record, that you believe you’re nothing more than a champion just sitting on a championship, I don’t believe that for a second. There are a lot of talented women in this company, and you can’t always win them all, even when you’re a champion. Hell, when I was in VoW, I went on a losing streak for about a year and a half, and that was a very dark period in my life. And yes, I got to a point where I felt like I was useless, that I wasn’t as good as I thought I was. But then I started getting better with help from a therapist, my friends and my family and that was when I realised that no, I’m not useless, and that I am as good as I believe I am. And then after that, I defeated a man who was practically undefeated and then what would end up being my final match in VoW, I faced the World Champion for said title, and despite not walking away with the victory and the title, I gave her the fight of her fucking life...and I was happy with that.”
Clasping my hands together, I maintain my focus on the camera, more importantly making sure that I’m getting my point across to my friend.
“The point I’m trying to make, my friend, is that you should never define yourself from your losses, but from your victories. If I do end up beating you at LAW #75 and become the brand new Marquee Champion, that doesn’t mean you’re a failure. Of course, it will hurt for a while, it always sucks when you’re a champion and lose it. But if you focus on the plus sides, then you’ll be able to move on with your career. Despite what you think, you’ve been a great and worthy Marquee Champion, who gives a fuck what the haters say, don’t pay attention to those bitches. And if you end up losing the title, think about the future, you could get yourself a shot at a bigger title in the future. Hell, you said it yourself about me, that I’m using this as a way of propelling myself further up the ladder because that’s the end goal that everyone in this business has. Everyone wants to be World Champion, and you do that by climbing the ladder and at times it requires winning other championships to get to that stage. And once I defeat you to become the new Marquee Champion, I will hold that title with pride and honor, I will defend it with everything in my power to help continue the prestige that you have given it.”
Leaning forward towards the table situated in front of me, I pick up a glass of water that was resting upon it and take a swig.
“I now understand why you’ve been acting the way you’ve been acting at times to me on Twitter, when you’ve been rude to me and shit. But you know what? Families fight sometimes, and I’ve suffered a Hell of a lot worse from people I’ve known longer and considered closer and now, those people are no longer in my life because they showed their true colors and I didn’t want to associate with such evil, vile people. You aren’t like that, and I’m glad you’re not like that because to me, you’re not just a friend, you’re not just a fellow Angel, you’re my sister. So I accept your apology, and now we can move on and focus on putting on a match that will never ever be forgotten. Let’s make sure that we give the fans, management and the other girls in the back a match that will end up being a guaranteed shoe in for Match of the Year 2018!”
Putting my feet back down on the ground now, I shift my body so I’m sitting on the edge of the couch.
“The last time you and faced each other, in my initiation match to prove that I deserve to be a member of the Boardwalk Angels, you beat me, but I took you to the limit and we had one Hell of a match. This time around, it’s not about proving that I belong in the Angels, it’s about the Marquee Championship. This time around, we’re going to put even more into this match than even we thought humanly possible and make it an even better match than our first. And this time around, the outcome is going to be different, because it’s going to be me getting my arm raised in victory, and the official will hand me my newly won Marquee Championship. And just like we did after our last match, we’ll hug it out and then we’ll go out and celebrate, and this time the drinks will be on me.”
I stand to my feet and make my way over to the camera.
“It’s time for the Stacy Jones/Crystal Hilton sequel, it’s time for me to become the marquee woman in LAW. See you next Sunday, honey.”
And with that, I blow a kiss into the camera before shutting it off and the screen goes black.
As much as it pains me to see my friend having such a terrible time mentally, as the old saying goes, the show must go on and I know that because of how professional Crystal is, that she’ll leave all of that shit behind, just like I’ll leave all of my shit behind once we step into the ring against each other.
Everyone better prepare for one of the best Main Events that LAW has ever witnessed, and they also better prepare to witness the crowning of a new Marquee Champion.
And that new Marquee Champion’s name? Is Stacy Jones!