Post by Violet Ripley on Aug 15, 2014 0:24:19 GMT -5
August 24, 2003
"...It's highly unusual for one of our agents to be requested when a child is going into a foster home..."
The woman at the desk looked rather distressed. I remember her being almost frantic when the officers brought me in, my small body sandwiched between them. It had taken a day to get the police over to take me and arrest my father for his abuse but that night I'd stayed glued to a bench in the police station. Watching people look in my direction as they talked in hushed tones. You know... what people do when they're talking about you but don't want you to know. Even though it's very obvious. Even to an almost 13 year old girl.
"We know this ma'am but it seems that this young lady has been talking with your agent and she would feel more comfortable if she were to join us. No one is in trouble here I assure you."
The woman then looked a little bit relieved. I wondered, at that point, if she thought Lexi was going to get in trouble for something. Like giving me her home number. Talking to me while my father was snoring on the couch, a beer bottle still clutched in his ruddy fingers. Hands that I'll remember for the rest of my life as being cruel and unrelenting. A girl should remember her father's hands as calm, gentle. The ones that smooth your hair after a nightmare. The ones that rub your back when you get your heart broken, the ones that help clean and bandage scraped knees. The only thing my father's hands did was hit.
The woman stands now, walking toward a door with a little window. She opens it and calls into the room, "Electra... There's... The... Police are here for you..."
I cringed then. It sounded so bad. It was probably the worst way to get her into the main lobby of hte crisis center but sure enough, the blonde happy go lucky 20 year old was there. She said something to manager before coming through. Seeing me she walks quickly, bending down on her long legs. It was the first time I'd met her in person and all I could think about was how impossibly long her legs were. how beautiful she was and that she cared about me. A nobody. A poor little abused girl.
Without a word she pulls me into her chest and hugs me and it was the best feeling in teh world. I'd hadn't been hugged by anybody in so very long. I remember I burst into tears. years of hurt being released onto this virtual stranger's shoulder. rubbing my back she soothes me the best she can.
"Hey... Evelyn.. it's okay love. You're going to be okay. He's never going to hurt you again."
She pulls back to smile into my tear and dirt streaked face. From her pocket she takes out a tissue, wiping my cheeks. I'll never forget that smile until the day that I die because that day she was my angel and even to this day I still consider her that.
She sat in the back with me on the way to the foster home. One arm around my shoulders, trying to calm my nerves of having to live with virtual strangers.
The one officer, the one in the passenger seat. I had mixed feelings. he looked a lot more gruff then he actually was but he turned every once in a while to offer a compassionate smile and when we got closer he spoke.
"Now this is a real good family. They will make sure you're taken care of. I know the father pretty well. Used to be in the military. Don't be nervous ok?"
I could only nod. I didn't trust men at this point. The only person I trusted was the woman holding me and I barely even knew her. When we arrived she'd been there the entire time. Even stayed after the officers left, helped me unpack my suitcase which held hardly anything. She'd asked the family if she could come back to visit. And she had. At least once a week there was Electra. She'd bring me t-shirts from her shows, sweets even toys sometimes even though I was far too old for stuffed animals.
--Present Day--
{The camera focuses in on Evie Taylor, a very fit attractive brunette with dark brown almond shaped eyes. She's sitting on a chair in what appears to be an empty room wearing an open grey hoodie, the hood up over her head. Shadows obscure any distinguishing features of the room. She's dressed in some very plain work out attire otherwise. In her hands she holds a photo album and she speaks as she looks down at it}
Evie: I remember the day she told me about Ryan. We'd been friends for over a year then and I was even invited to the wedding but my foster parents had picked me up right at curfew. When I turned 16 she'd started taking me to shows and that was when my love of wrestling began.
{She smiles as she flips a page, the pictures are still hard to distinguished by the camera but it's assumed she's looking at pictures of her friends in question}
Evie: At 20, I met my would be trainer, Kahlan Fischer.
{She shakes her head at the picture before turning another page}
Evie: The rest they say is history. Now... 4 years of training have paid off. I know it seems like a lot of time to train but I wanted to make sure I was ready. When Kahlan left to Join ICW and then MPW... I was trained by Justin and his father. Then Justin went off as well and it was Jeremy. Between those four members of the Fischer family I learned a lot of valuable lessons and it is without a doubt that I am ready for this.
{She closes the book and looks up at the camera. There's an unmistakable sheen in her eyes, but no tears leave them.}
Evie: I have been fortunate enough that from the ashes of what was a horrible situation I came out of it. I picked up a phone and I called that hotline. And I am incredibly grateful to Lexi for being there for me. She went above an beyond what any agent was supposed to and you know what, without her friendship I probably wouldn't be sitting here today. I wouldn't have finished high school. I wouldn't have seen that first show, I wouldn't be a wrestler and best of all, I wouldn't have met Matai. Plain and simple, I just wouldn't be here because no doubt if I had stayed with that man people call my father I probably would be dead either by his hand or in some gutter because I'd run into the wrong person when sneaking away from home. It's because of that... that I am going to prove to everybody that I am the Queen of the Ring.
{Shifting in the seat she leans forward, hands clasped in front of her, a look of determination on her beautiful face}
Evie: What you ladies are going to notice is that I am not one of these get in front of a camera and cut up all the women in the company. Too many times we see women thinking it's okay to call each other bitches and sluts and I admit in anger I have called other women these names. I am not perfect nor do a proclaim to be but I strive very hard to be an example. I want to be the next Lexi Styles... the next Roxi Johnson and to a lesser extent Kahlan Fischer. I want to be known for being tough, sexy and decent. I am what women's wrestling should be. Not about shaking your ass...although I do love to do that on occasion, not about flashing your tits.. not about which guy you're going to bang this week. I am here to prove that women are just as tough...if not even tougher than our male counterparts.
{She flexes her fingers out before tightening them into fists, looking back up she still gives the camera a straight serious face}
Evie: I'm not here to cause shit. But yet not even officially in the wrestling business a week and over at Matai's place I'm already in the middle of a huge shit-storm I would have rather not have happened. I will prevail and I'll try and do it as best I can without losing my temper. once again I have to admit something... I have a bad temper and it's pretty easy to get off kilter. It's one reason why I don't drink or do drugs. My father had a bad temper and look where that got him.
{She gives her head a little shake, shrugging}
Evie: In this tournament my first opponent is Mackenzie Roberts. Congrats on winning your debut. Impressive, most people don't win their debuts which is why I am training hard while looking for an apartment here in Washington. A place that Mati and I decided would be our home base. Closer than my home in Toronto. I don't expect you to say anything nice about me and to be perfectly honest nothing you say is going to change anything that happens out there in two weeks, when it comes down to it... words are shit. They really are. I find that people talk entirely too much and fight entirely too little. You have an ego on you, from what I saw you deserve to have one. You trained hard, you clawed your way to the top and here you are... in LAW like every other girl that got scouted. Obviously the scouts saw something they liked otherwise you wouldn't be here. But... and here's a big but... if you think that being a 'Queen Bitch' is going to automatically put you ahead of me in this tournament you have another thing coming.
{She stands, automatically starting to pace a little, clenching her fists trying to keep her temper in check}
Evie: I have nothing personal against you Mackenzie, in fact good luck. Just like me, you're here to prove yourself and that means that everyone out there is going to be an enemy. A potential threat to that crown. A crown I bet you think you deserve just based on your self proposed royalty status. I have absolutely nothing against a strong woman... I am one. I advocate for them completely. What I don't abide is talking shit just for the sake of talking shit and to me, based on your last promo alone, you seem to be a shit talker. A smart mouth only gets you one thing... someone punching it.
{She closes her eyes, pulling the hood down to run her hands through her wavy brown locks. She takes several audible breathes before opening, staring at the ceiling for a second and then looking back toward the camera}
Evie: If I should win... I am going to have something to hold up in pride. Something big that I can put next to my name and say that I overcame so many obstacles put in my way. And as you can all tell, I am not someone that really fits well with this whole 'queen' stigma but I will tell you this I will prove myself to be a dominate competitor here. I am going to beat Mackenzie and then I'll go on to beat the other girls in this tournament. I am strong, determined and ready. My real question to you Mackenzie and to the others as well... are YOU ready for me?
{The scene slowly fades to back}