Post by Rose Acantha on Dec 6, 2012 0:04:04 GMT -6
Mr. Nate sat on the training table getting the wound in his forehead that was opened up at the hands of Mr. A stitched back up. Mr. Nate was surprisingly silent and didn’t even flinch when the stiches were made. I had seen Mr. Nate bleed before and while I had been scared silly the first couple of times I had to admit that I had been more calmer these past few times.
“Just one of those things about this business.” Mr. Nate would always say. “No matter what you do as an occupation there were always going to be hazards…in this business the hazards were quite obvious.”
Boy were they.
As the Doctor concluded the stitching he left Mr. Nate to clean up. Mr. Nate took a baby and wiped his face which had become stained red with the blood he had shed in his match when Mr. A. Little by little and wipe by wipe that red stain on his face went away until Mr. Nate’s face came back to normal…with stitches mind you.
As Mr. Nate was reaching for his clean t-shirt I also couldn’t help but notice his demeanor had been even keeled. This was weird having lived through the passion that Mr. Nate had poured into this business and this agenda. I had figured him to be a man upset not only that he lost but that he had lost in the way he did…by Adam gripping his jeans the way he did. Frankly nothing in Mr. Nate spoke f anything relating to this match…It was killing me and I had to ask.
“Are you okay, Mr. Nate?”
“Hmm,” said Mr. Nate as he looked at me slightly perplexed. He paused for a second before he realized what I was talking about. “I assume you are talking about how calm I am even though I lost to Adam.”
I nodded my head quietly in agreement. Mr. Nate then quietly took a seat next to me, not looking at me but at the trainer’s table in front of us, and when he talked he talked as though he was looking at the images appearing in his mind.
“You know by all intentions I can be mad…” Mr. Nate said. “But let me be honest and say that me being mad accomplishes nothing. It is a feeling, an emotion, and motivation and may help in driving us toward a specific objective…but it by no means is a solution.”
We both sat there in silence with Nate still looking to the front of him, and after about a minute Mr. Nate spoke up again. “Yes, I can be upset about the fact that Adam won, and not only the fact that Adam won but the way he won…but throwing a tantrum, yelling and screaming about any injustice doesn’t solve anything. I just have to move on keeping the goal in mind. That’s all I can do right now…that’s all I will do.”
“And…”
“And what?” Mr. Nate cut me off now looking at me.
“And…what did you think of what I did?”
“Funny.” Said Mr. Nate with a smile and a chuckle. “I may have lost but let’s be honest, the look on Adam’s face was priceless.”
“But do you think I should have done that…should I have just stayed out? Do you this will equal trouble for us down the road?”
Frankly I believe this was the real thing on my mind and whether Mr. Nate was upset with my own actions. He didn’t ask me to do it…but I did it. My thinking at that moment was that he was disappointed with me and at the very worst livid with me due to ME bringing unnecessary attention to my own self.
Mr. Nate shook his head as he wrapped his arm around me and brought me in close. “No sis, I am proud of you. You made your own decision and took your own action. In the end all I wanted was for you to be your own woman…I wanted you to take your own actions…and in the end as long as you do that…I will always have your back…” Mr. Nate then paused as he let out a small chuckle. “Also, remember if we aren’t starting trouble with Adam…or Kelly and now Roberto…than we haven’t done our job…Last thing we need to worry about is Adam getting upset when in all reality that is exactly what we want…”
I shook my head. Mr. Nate had changed and frankly I think he was enjoying what was happening to him. Instead of over thinking the circumstances, he was accepting what came as it did come…unfortunately I think I had took the place of what Mr. Nate was…and now I was the one over thinking things, even while being slightly impulsive…I had to stop this line of thought…especially with so much on the line.
{The Rose’s Thorns starts. Unlike the Cold Cut the film is shot in color with extreme clarity. Rose is in the middle of an empty warehouse kneeling on the ground, her long gothic style dress covering her knees. The camera is shot showing her from the side. Rose stares out in front of her not even bothering to look into the camera and when she does speak it is in a low voice forcing the person to listen closely and pay attention to every word.}
Misters, and Misses…or is it the more politically correct Misses and Misters…who knows but I am glad you are sitting wherever you are listening to the words that I am about to say. It’s been a weird week. Let’s face it while many remember that Mr. Nate lost in a match to the horrible…biggest of the bullies Mr. A…from what I understand the moment that many remember more is the look on that same Mr. A’s face…when he got hit, by me, in the most sacred of areas according the misters, and him crawling up the ramp. Many said it was a beautiful site…something that Mr. A deserved.
Unfortunately I have heard that Mr. A was less than happy with what I did…and well…wants me to atone for my so called crimes. Don’t know what Mr. A is planning…but I would let him that if he wants to play games while using me to get to Mr. Nate that he might want to consider our position and the fact that WE, as in Organized Chaos have yet to begin our own mind games…just food for thought….
Either way though whether malicious or not I find myself in a triple threat match against two Misses who…well let us say that are less than likeable. One of which is lover of all attention…and the other is the lover of other Misses’ husbands…or at least one anyway. Some say it would be karma that gave me this match for my actions…some say it was retaliation for said actions…either way I have no time to be paranoid…I still have a match with these to cantankerous Misses and there is nothing I can do about it.
If there is one thing I can do about this situation, this match, and frankly this fight is show why I am here and the fact that I can wrestle. If there is any real test at showing that I can hang with the other misses in the division. Not only that I can hang and possibly win a title, but win for the purposes of showing Mr. A or Mrs K or even Mr. Bobby that anyone that they may send after me for my own actions in the past, in the present and in the future.
{Rose Acantha takes a deep breath and peers into the camera out of the corner of her eye before looking back in front of her away from the camera.}
So onto the two Misses that make up my opponents. One Miss who for all I know is making her first appearance in an NCW ring. A Miss who craves attention and will do anything for it. A miss who Miss who for intents and purposes is among the shallow of the shallow. A Miss who may get a lot of notice and attention here in the wrestling business but a Miss who get the attention for the desire of the fans to have her shallow fanny crushed.
So I guess welcome aboard Miss Star…and I will be more than happy to give you a reality check of how the world really works. This world doesn’t revolve around you and a singer slash actress doesn’t belong in the ring just because she thinks that the misses in this division will bow to her. Let it be known that when you get into that ring on Saturady expect to walk out will be your so called “pretty” faced nice maimed and believe and you know what? There is nothing that your Mister on the outside can do for you.
Now as for the second and horrible miss that will be in this match with me is what many feel is the favorite going into this match. Miss Mercy….Miss Mercy…Miss Mercy…a woman who like Mr. A won her match with a handful of the pants of her opponent. So I have to ask…while you may be happy to win your match against Mrs. Kathy…was she that hard to beat that you need to use the ropes and her tights to win? She must have been a hard opponent right Miss Mercy? Of course you will say she wasn’t and that you had to think smarter and not harder? But do you have any respect from the outside? Probably not.
Perception is reality…and after all you done, especially as of late, and I am not talking about the old news and what you did to Mr. Nate…you can’t complain about not liked, because you didn’t have the respect for anyone including yourself to earn that respect. Now don’t give me that I don’t care Miss Mercy because we all know that it has been eating you up inside. The fact that your life and career trajectory is going in a deep downward spiral…and not even a cheap victory can’t replace it.
You see Miss Mercy…I know I am at the disadvantage in this match even if I was just wrestling you. But I am also wrestling another Miss who love to exaggerate their self-importance. But I have also come ready to fight…I will be coming Saturday ready to show the world that I am not some vulnerable woman that tags along with her big brother. I am ready to show that I am a woman and not a girl. I can stand toe to toe with anyone and fight with the best in the business.
On Saturday will be my day of reckoning and despite the odds I will fight them and like I have done since I have joined this company I will beat them…which of course means I will be beating you. You may perceive me as timid and weak but on Saturday will be a day in which I will be making a new reality. Once our match on Saturday is done I will be the one sitting on top and I guarantee that my own trajectory of the three of us will be the only one moving up.
“Just one of those things about this business.” Mr. Nate would always say. “No matter what you do as an occupation there were always going to be hazards…in this business the hazards were quite obvious.”
Boy were they.
As the Doctor concluded the stitching he left Mr. Nate to clean up. Mr. Nate took a baby and wiped his face which had become stained red with the blood he had shed in his match when Mr. A. Little by little and wipe by wipe that red stain on his face went away until Mr. Nate’s face came back to normal…with stitches mind you.
As Mr. Nate was reaching for his clean t-shirt I also couldn’t help but notice his demeanor had been even keeled. This was weird having lived through the passion that Mr. Nate had poured into this business and this agenda. I had figured him to be a man upset not only that he lost but that he had lost in the way he did…by Adam gripping his jeans the way he did. Frankly nothing in Mr. Nate spoke f anything relating to this match…It was killing me and I had to ask.
“Are you okay, Mr. Nate?”
“Hmm,” said Mr. Nate as he looked at me slightly perplexed. He paused for a second before he realized what I was talking about. “I assume you are talking about how calm I am even though I lost to Adam.”
I nodded my head quietly in agreement. Mr. Nate then quietly took a seat next to me, not looking at me but at the trainer’s table in front of us, and when he talked he talked as though he was looking at the images appearing in his mind.
“You know by all intentions I can be mad…” Mr. Nate said. “But let me be honest and say that me being mad accomplishes nothing. It is a feeling, an emotion, and motivation and may help in driving us toward a specific objective…but it by no means is a solution.”
We both sat there in silence with Nate still looking to the front of him, and after about a minute Mr. Nate spoke up again. “Yes, I can be upset about the fact that Adam won, and not only the fact that Adam won but the way he won…but throwing a tantrum, yelling and screaming about any injustice doesn’t solve anything. I just have to move on keeping the goal in mind. That’s all I can do right now…that’s all I will do.”
“And…”
“And what?” Mr. Nate cut me off now looking at me.
“And…what did you think of what I did?”
“Funny.” Said Mr. Nate with a smile and a chuckle. “I may have lost but let’s be honest, the look on Adam’s face was priceless.”
“But do you think I should have done that…should I have just stayed out? Do you this will equal trouble for us down the road?”
Frankly I believe this was the real thing on my mind and whether Mr. Nate was upset with my own actions. He didn’t ask me to do it…but I did it. My thinking at that moment was that he was disappointed with me and at the very worst livid with me due to ME bringing unnecessary attention to my own self.
Mr. Nate shook his head as he wrapped his arm around me and brought me in close. “No sis, I am proud of you. You made your own decision and took your own action. In the end all I wanted was for you to be your own woman…I wanted you to take your own actions…and in the end as long as you do that…I will always have your back…” Mr. Nate then paused as he let out a small chuckle. “Also, remember if we aren’t starting trouble with Adam…or Kelly and now Roberto…than we haven’t done our job…Last thing we need to worry about is Adam getting upset when in all reality that is exactly what we want…”
I shook my head. Mr. Nate had changed and frankly I think he was enjoying what was happening to him. Instead of over thinking the circumstances, he was accepting what came as it did come…unfortunately I think I had took the place of what Mr. Nate was…and now I was the one over thinking things, even while being slightly impulsive…I had to stop this line of thought…especially with so much on the line.
{The Rose’s Thorns starts. Unlike the Cold Cut the film is shot in color with extreme clarity. Rose is in the middle of an empty warehouse kneeling on the ground, her long gothic style dress covering her knees. The camera is shot showing her from the side. Rose stares out in front of her not even bothering to look into the camera and when she does speak it is in a low voice forcing the person to listen closely and pay attention to every word.}
Misters, and Misses…or is it the more politically correct Misses and Misters…who knows but I am glad you are sitting wherever you are listening to the words that I am about to say. It’s been a weird week. Let’s face it while many remember that Mr. Nate lost in a match to the horrible…biggest of the bullies Mr. A…from what I understand the moment that many remember more is the look on that same Mr. A’s face…when he got hit, by me, in the most sacred of areas according the misters, and him crawling up the ramp. Many said it was a beautiful site…something that Mr. A deserved.
Unfortunately I have heard that Mr. A was less than happy with what I did…and well…wants me to atone for my so called crimes. Don’t know what Mr. A is planning…but I would let him that if he wants to play games while using me to get to Mr. Nate that he might want to consider our position and the fact that WE, as in Organized Chaos have yet to begin our own mind games…just food for thought….
Either way though whether malicious or not I find myself in a triple threat match against two Misses who…well let us say that are less than likeable. One of which is lover of all attention…and the other is the lover of other Misses’ husbands…or at least one anyway. Some say it would be karma that gave me this match for my actions…some say it was retaliation for said actions…either way I have no time to be paranoid…I still have a match with these to cantankerous Misses and there is nothing I can do about it.
If there is one thing I can do about this situation, this match, and frankly this fight is show why I am here and the fact that I can wrestle. If there is any real test at showing that I can hang with the other misses in the division. Not only that I can hang and possibly win a title, but win for the purposes of showing Mr. A or Mrs K or even Mr. Bobby that anyone that they may send after me for my own actions in the past, in the present and in the future.
{Rose Acantha takes a deep breath and peers into the camera out of the corner of her eye before looking back in front of her away from the camera.}
So onto the two Misses that make up my opponents. One Miss who for all I know is making her first appearance in an NCW ring. A Miss who craves attention and will do anything for it. A miss who Miss who for intents and purposes is among the shallow of the shallow. A Miss who may get a lot of notice and attention here in the wrestling business but a Miss who get the attention for the desire of the fans to have her shallow fanny crushed.
So I guess welcome aboard Miss Star…and I will be more than happy to give you a reality check of how the world really works. This world doesn’t revolve around you and a singer slash actress doesn’t belong in the ring just because she thinks that the misses in this division will bow to her. Let it be known that when you get into that ring on Saturady expect to walk out will be your so called “pretty” faced nice maimed and believe and you know what? There is nothing that your Mister on the outside can do for you.
Now as for the second and horrible miss that will be in this match with me is what many feel is the favorite going into this match. Miss Mercy….Miss Mercy…Miss Mercy…a woman who like Mr. A won her match with a handful of the pants of her opponent. So I have to ask…while you may be happy to win your match against Mrs. Kathy…was she that hard to beat that you need to use the ropes and her tights to win? She must have been a hard opponent right Miss Mercy? Of course you will say she wasn’t and that you had to think smarter and not harder? But do you have any respect from the outside? Probably not.
Perception is reality…and after all you done, especially as of late, and I am not talking about the old news and what you did to Mr. Nate…you can’t complain about not liked, because you didn’t have the respect for anyone including yourself to earn that respect. Now don’t give me that I don’t care Miss Mercy because we all know that it has been eating you up inside. The fact that your life and career trajectory is going in a deep downward spiral…and not even a cheap victory can’t replace it.
You see Miss Mercy…I know I am at the disadvantage in this match even if I was just wrestling you. But I am also wrestling another Miss who love to exaggerate their self-importance. But I have also come ready to fight…I will be coming Saturday ready to show the world that I am not some vulnerable woman that tags along with her big brother. I am ready to show that I am a woman and not a girl. I can stand toe to toe with anyone and fight with the best in the business.
On Saturday will be my day of reckoning and despite the odds I will fight them and like I have done since I have joined this company I will beat them…which of course means I will be beating you. You may perceive me as timid and weak but on Saturday will be a day in which I will be making a new reality. Once our match on Saturday is done I will be the one sitting on top and I guarantee that my own trajectory of the three of us will be the only one moving up.