Post by Rose Acantha on May 9, 2012 23:37:15 GMT -6
Climbing Out of Purgatory -
It was the Monday after I slapped Miss Amy in mouth for her over the top remarks. I was sitting at the breakfast table with Mr. Nate like it was any usual morning, well normal for us being on the shelf and not being able to go about our day like normal. I was digging into the food I had prepared but Nathan did nothing. He didn’t touch his food…he didn’t take a drink from his coffee. Something was obviously bugging him, and I believe it had to do with either what I said or did the night before. I put my fork down and looked Mr. Nate straight in the eyes. Having his full attention he spoke up first.
“What do you have planned?” He asked with his usual unemotional monotone.
“I am sorry Mr. Nate I can’t tell you.” I responded without a pause.
“Can’t or Won’t?”
“Well I can’t tell you exactly what I have planned because it is still in the works…but I won’t because I want to keep it a surprise.” I responded truthfully. My plan was still coming to fruition but I knew the time I wanted to set things into motion which was the biggest pay per view of the year.
Mr. Nate paused for a second as he scratched his ear. The past couple of weeks I could tell he was at a place that was not comforting to him. Not only was he injured but he was injured and humiliated on his last night at Collision. It wasn’t getting back into wrestling but finding his way forward and knowing Mr. Nate it had to be effective. “I’m sorry Rose, I know you like your surprises but I hate being blindsided at the same time. You know whatever you decide to do could have reprcussions that even you could not predict.”
“I know Mr. Nate, but I think you might have to trust me on this one.”
Mr. Nate would have to. While I had ideas swirling around in my head there was nothing concrete and before anything was revealed or done I definitely had to have my ducks in a row.
I can’t believe it has been almost a month and a half since that faithful Sunday night on Collision.
What happened on that night will always live in my memory; shown to me in excerpts even when I don’t want to see it.
I still remember it…I still remember it.
I still can feel the pain and I can hear the sickening pop of my arm of that night when Miss Amy showed her true colors. When she attacked me…then threw me to the arena floor…then wrapped my arm in a steel chair and jumped from the ring onto it snapping my arm like a chicken wing.
Two weeks later I witnessed the same thing occur to my big brother Mr. Nate, but this time it was done to his ankle. For both of us it was a low point in our respective careers. There we were, vibrant, young and popular with the fans. Mr. Nate’s career was about to take off, especially after his performance in the Coliseum, and well many said my star was on the rise despite setbacks which were against people like Ashlie, and Alyson Gardner.
Either way we both found ourselves on the shelf and on track to possibly miss the biggest pay-per-view of the calendar year. The past month a man could hear a pin drop in our house with how silent it has been around the house. While Mr. Nate has been able to finally put weight on his foot without grimacing in pain, I rarely hear a peep out of him. He goes about his business, whether it be nursing his own injury, or doing work around the house without mention of either his injury or wrestling in general. Mr. Nate being Mr. Nate though internalized everything. He wouldn’t tell me a word, but I could see in his face, I could see it in his movements, and I could see it in his lack of emotions. I knew he hated that he felt so helpless, how that he could almost do nothing in that ring because of his injury and that he probably would have to start at the bottom when he eventually returned. I could see the desperation in his eyes…Mr. Nate wanted his payback for what the Hierarchy did but he had no way forward.
The question was if there was anything I could do?
To me it was very simple and simply if there was anything I could do…it was what did I NEED to do.
Whether Mr. Nate knew it or not it was my turn to repay everything he did for me. Although he was reluctant to take me in at first he still did it and did everything he could to set me up for success. When most doubted me, he actually believed. When everyone saw a mental ward he saw a semi rational being. He saw in me what a lot didn’t and not simply tried to help me succeed out of obligation…but he really WANTED to see me succeed even if he didn’t. It was now my turn to help him succeed whether he believed in himself or not.
The question that I would have to ponder was not if but what?
“Miss Kelly, why do I have this match? You know I wanted nothing to do with Miss Amy? The last thing I want to do is wrestle that woman.”
I had just had the cards for the pay per view texted to me. I was none too happy at what was handed to me. I wasn’t thinking about competing much less having to compete against Miss Amy. The day I was to start something new for myself I was being thrust in the past. Hence this phone call to Kelly Knite.
“Well I hate to break it to you Rose, but this match was specifically requested by Amy herself.”
“And you caved into her?”
“No. Quite the contrary.”
“Okay Miss Kelly you granted her the match. I don’t contrary in that thought process.”
“Well Rose, one we have the fans to deal with. They all want to see you return strong.”
“Okay fine then what why did you pit me against Miss Amy?”
“A lot of people wanted to see you shut her mouth for good.”
I was silent. I knew this was one of those things I had to suck up my pride for from time to time. Mrs. Kelly was my boss and was definitely preferable to the other options. Even I could see that one. But this task was definitely out of my comfort zone. Hoping to break the awkward pause that was on the phone Miss Kelly spoke up again.
“I know you may hate this dear but you need to do one favor for me.”
“What is that?”
“Shut Amy Marshall up…will ya.”
The best laid plans huh…
Who would have thought that a single slap could change everything?
The person who wanted to separate herself from me…would be the person who would have intruded on my life forcefully. Miss Amy a month ago blamed me for everything that was wrong in her life and declared me dead to her…but for whatever reason she still needs to fixate on me.
I thought that I had given her what she wanted. I had given her freedom from me. I was going to continue my life without impeding on hers. Essentially she was dead to me.
But I guess much like that slap my simple appearance wherever New Championship Wrestling is performing stings. It cuts deep and I guess Miss Amy will never be able to let go.
What did she want? Maybe she wanted me out for good but I highly doubt it was as simple as that.
Either way I now found myself in a match that I wanted no part of and was definitely not in my plans. They call it a grudge match but frankly there was no grudge felt within me.
I had to do what Mrs. Kelly wanted and put an end to this but I highly doubt this would end anytime soon. She made it sound so simple but like Miss Amy’s animosity toward me I highly doubt it was as simple as that.
The Rose’s Thorns –
A Place Called Purgatory
(The scene begins with a grey screen with what appears to be a cloudy type of effect. Rose’s voice rings out over it as recites the following poem.)
A Place Called Purgatory
By Joseph Renaldi
There is a place called Purgatory,
A place far beyond the universe
Where Divine servants are waiting there,
Assisting one shortly after their last breath
To enter the Pearly Gates with the utmost care.
There is a place called Purgatory,
A place of temporary suffering and misery
Where punishment never seems to sway,
And one must atone for all their sins
To become fit for Heaven in God's way.
There is a place called Purgatory,
A place where there is no tomorrow,
A Hallow Ground in sort of a religious way
For those who died with a marred soul,
Seeking Divine sanctification during their stay.
There is a place called Purgatory,
A place you may go to after death
Where sinful multitudes lament and wait,
Making redemptions to amend their soul,
Hoping to climb the stairs to the Golden Gate.
(The grey “cloud fades and the picture is set on Rose. Today Rose is wearing a pair of baggy black pants with her own wallet chains attached, a black t-shirt which exposes her mid-rift with a pink tribal design on it and her hair is pulled back in a pony tail. Also of importance the cast has been finally taken off her right arm, and looks to be prepared to wrestle this Sunday.
Despite the video being in color the scene is set up much the way Nathan Webb sets up his Cold Cut. The room she is in is empty, with Rose not using any props this time around. It is also dimly lit so that Rose and only Rose can be seen. Before she speaks Rose looks into the camera and stares into the lens, taking a few seconds before words pass through her lips.)
Good Evening to all the Misses and Misters out there watching me right now. I have to admit it has been a long time coming and believe me I missed standing in front of this camera. I missed not being able to connect to all of you watching through this medium and most of all I missed being able to vent my “quirky” point of view.
I know some of you are concerned that this “quirky” person, love her or hate her, may be gone after the events that transpired to me and Mr. Nate but I hope it doesn’t have to be like that. I am Rose Acantha, and I have no intention of changing for anyone, like me or hate me.
Either way though I do have to admit that the tone for tonight is going to be serious and possibly a little harsher than most. I have to say things that need to be said and I hope you Misters and Misses out there will indulge me a little bit as I do what I am about to do.
(Rose takes a couple deep breaths and closes her eyes for a second before continuing on.)
You see the theme of this promo is that of purgatory. For those that don’t know purgatory is believed to be the space where a soul is not in heaven and one is not in hell. To be perfectly honest you all can say that is where I believed I was in this past six or so weeks. My arm was broken by Miss Amy and even though she didn’t kill me or my career, I still felt like I was in the middle of heaven and hell. I was not dead but I knew I was not alive. I am sure other Misses and Misters have felt like I did. You may just be confined to the house, you may even be able to go to the arena and watch…but there is that empty feeling in the pit of your stomach…seeing yourself not able to wrestle, or able to do anything more than just be a fixture on the side.
(Rose takes another deep breath before continuing on)
Of course many people would like to think that I would focus all of my attention and ire on Miss Amy. She is the one that forced me into the predicament that I was in. The funny thing is though the more I thought about her the more I didn’t hate her. In fact instead of anger toward Miss Amy, I felt pity for her. All that anger she displayed in her attack and our two confrontations since then just showed me the type of person she was. She is immature, irrational, and one that blames everyone but herself.
(Rose just stares into the camera allowing what she said to sink in.)
I am sorry Miss Amy but I think I am telling the truth on this one. You are the only one holding yourself. This match Miss Amy I didn’t even want but do to things out of my control I guess I have to take it. For someone desperate for me to be out their life it sure doesn’t sound like it with what you have said and done the past couple of weeks Miss Amy not to mention you requesting this match. It’s hard to believe that you actually want nothing to do with me. Now I am not saying we are going to be the bestest of friends like we once were but being dead to you is something I am finding harder to believe.
No matter your logic for requesting this match or the mindset you are bringing to it…I guess I have no choice but to participate in it. How I am going to participate is what may surprise everyone and especially intrigue you Miss Amy.
Come Sunday Miss Amy I will be in that ring but don’t expect much more. I won’t punch, I won’t kick, I won’t bite or claw. I won’t slam, or try to submit you. It doesn’t mean I am going to lay down and let you pin me…but I think it is safe to say that on Sunday I will be your human punching bag.
So what will you with this opportunity Miss Amy?
Will you beat on me with an inch of my life?
Will you relish in the punishment you are about to dish out?
Or will you actually take the high road for the first time in a long while and end this like you send you wanted at first and what I wanted to do now?
(Rose takes another pause as she allows what she said to sink in.)
That choice is up to you Miss Amy. But I have a feeling on what is going to happen and in the end I will prove two points. The first one that despite just coming off of the shelf I am still one of the toughest people around. You may beat me down but in the end I will get right back up and say “Miss Amy,” can I have another. I may be beat down but I will never give in...especially before my work begins at A Night To Remember. The second point I will prove is how much of a miserable human being you are Miss Amy. I can look at you and see it all. You are the epitome of an unhappy person, an unhappy person who if she is miserable all the other mister and misses are unhappy as well. Of course to you everyone but yourself is to blame whether it is you losing Miss Amy…or whether is it the fact you say you are overlooked because you lose. Then along with that are the antics of what many would describe would be that of a teenage girl; something beneath a woman with as much life experience as yourself.
Again when what did and what you say and do all I can reasonably do is she my head and sigh and pity you Miss Amy. You may not want it but that is my reaction Miss Amy and nothing is going to change unless you show me otherwise.
To end this speel of rhetoric and conjecture let me conclude by saying that I went a whole set without me screaming or whining or yelling. I went this entire promo without cursing at you…or calling you horrible names that even men would be squeamish of. Hate it or love it but I am not going into this Sunday to fight you…I am about to start something so much bigger.
Whatever you do is up to you. The ball is in your court.
It was the Monday after I slapped Miss Amy in mouth for her over the top remarks. I was sitting at the breakfast table with Mr. Nate like it was any usual morning, well normal for us being on the shelf and not being able to go about our day like normal. I was digging into the food I had prepared but Nathan did nothing. He didn’t touch his food…he didn’t take a drink from his coffee. Something was obviously bugging him, and I believe it had to do with either what I said or did the night before. I put my fork down and looked Mr. Nate straight in the eyes. Having his full attention he spoke up first.
“What do you have planned?” He asked with his usual unemotional monotone.
“I am sorry Mr. Nate I can’t tell you.” I responded without a pause.
“Can’t or Won’t?”
“Well I can’t tell you exactly what I have planned because it is still in the works…but I won’t because I want to keep it a surprise.” I responded truthfully. My plan was still coming to fruition but I knew the time I wanted to set things into motion which was the biggest pay per view of the year.
Mr. Nate paused for a second as he scratched his ear. The past couple of weeks I could tell he was at a place that was not comforting to him. Not only was he injured but he was injured and humiliated on his last night at Collision. It wasn’t getting back into wrestling but finding his way forward and knowing Mr. Nate it had to be effective. “I’m sorry Rose, I know you like your surprises but I hate being blindsided at the same time. You know whatever you decide to do could have reprcussions that even you could not predict.”
“I know Mr. Nate, but I think you might have to trust me on this one.”
Mr. Nate would have to. While I had ideas swirling around in my head there was nothing concrete and before anything was revealed or done I definitely had to have my ducks in a row.
I can’t believe it has been almost a month and a half since that faithful Sunday night on Collision.
What happened on that night will always live in my memory; shown to me in excerpts even when I don’t want to see it.
I still remember it…I still remember it.
I still can feel the pain and I can hear the sickening pop of my arm of that night when Miss Amy showed her true colors. When she attacked me…then threw me to the arena floor…then wrapped my arm in a steel chair and jumped from the ring onto it snapping my arm like a chicken wing.
Two weeks later I witnessed the same thing occur to my big brother Mr. Nate, but this time it was done to his ankle. For both of us it was a low point in our respective careers. There we were, vibrant, young and popular with the fans. Mr. Nate’s career was about to take off, especially after his performance in the Coliseum, and well many said my star was on the rise despite setbacks which were against people like Ashlie, and Alyson Gardner.
Either way we both found ourselves on the shelf and on track to possibly miss the biggest pay-per-view of the calendar year. The past month a man could hear a pin drop in our house with how silent it has been around the house. While Mr. Nate has been able to finally put weight on his foot without grimacing in pain, I rarely hear a peep out of him. He goes about his business, whether it be nursing his own injury, or doing work around the house without mention of either his injury or wrestling in general. Mr. Nate being Mr. Nate though internalized everything. He wouldn’t tell me a word, but I could see in his face, I could see it in his movements, and I could see it in his lack of emotions. I knew he hated that he felt so helpless, how that he could almost do nothing in that ring because of his injury and that he probably would have to start at the bottom when he eventually returned. I could see the desperation in his eyes…Mr. Nate wanted his payback for what the Hierarchy did but he had no way forward.
The question was if there was anything I could do?
To me it was very simple and simply if there was anything I could do…it was what did I NEED to do.
Whether Mr. Nate knew it or not it was my turn to repay everything he did for me. Although he was reluctant to take me in at first he still did it and did everything he could to set me up for success. When most doubted me, he actually believed. When everyone saw a mental ward he saw a semi rational being. He saw in me what a lot didn’t and not simply tried to help me succeed out of obligation…but he really WANTED to see me succeed even if he didn’t. It was now my turn to help him succeed whether he believed in himself or not.
The question that I would have to ponder was not if but what?
“Miss Kelly, why do I have this match? You know I wanted nothing to do with Miss Amy? The last thing I want to do is wrestle that woman.”
I had just had the cards for the pay per view texted to me. I was none too happy at what was handed to me. I wasn’t thinking about competing much less having to compete against Miss Amy. The day I was to start something new for myself I was being thrust in the past. Hence this phone call to Kelly Knite.
“Well I hate to break it to you Rose, but this match was specifically requested by Amy herself.”
“And you caved into her?”
“No. Quite the contrary.”
“Okay Miss Kelly you granted her the match. I don’t contrary in that thought process.”
“Well Rose, one we have the fans to deal with. They all want to see you return strong.”
“Okay fine then what why did you pit me against Miss Amy?”
“A lot of people wanted to see you shut her mouth for good.”
I was silent. I knew this was one of those things I had to suck up my pride for from time to time. Mrs. Kelly was my boss and was definitely preferable to the other options. Even I could see that one. But this task was definitely out of my comfort zone. Hoping to break the awkward pause that was on the phone Miss Kelly spoke up again.
“I know you may hate this dear but you need to do one favor for me.”
“What is that?”
“Shut Amy Marshall up…will ya.”
The best laid plans huh…
Who would have thought that a single slap could change everything?
The person who wanted to separate herself from me…would be the person who would have intruded on my life forcefully. Miss Amy a month ago blamed me for everything that was wrong in her life and declared me dead to her…but for whatever reason she still needs to fixate on me.
I thought that I had given her what she wanted. I had given her freedom from me. I was going to continue my life without impeding on hers. Essentially she was dead to me.
But I guess much like that slap my simple appearance wherever New Championship Wrestling is performing stings. It cuts deep and I guess Miss Amy will never be able to let go.
What did she want? Maybe she wanted me out for good but I highly doubt it was as simple as that.
Either way I now found myself in a match that I wanted no part of and was definitely not in my plans. They call it a grudge match but frankly there was no grudge felt within me.
I had to do what Mrs. Kelly wanted and put an end to this but I highly doubt this would end anytime soon. She made it sound so simple but like Miss Amy’s animosity toward me I highly doubt it was as simple as that.
The Rose’s Thorns –
A Place Called Purgatory
(The scene begins with a grey screen with what appears to be a cloudy type of effect. Rose’s voice rings out over it as recites the following poem.)
A Place Called Purgatory
By Joseph Renaldi
There is a place called Purgatory,
A place far beyond the universe
Where Divine servants are waiting there,
Assisting one shortly after their last breath
To enter the Pearly Gates with the utmost care.
There is a place called Purgatory,
A place of temporary suffering and misery
Where punishment never seems to sway,
And one must atone for all their sins
To become fit for Heaven in God's way.
There is a place called Purgatory,
A place where there is no tomorrow,
A Hallow Ground in sort of a religious way
For those who died with a marred soul,
Seeking Divine sanctification during their stay.
There is a place called Purgatory,
A place you may go to after death
Where sinful multitudes lament and wait,
Making redemptions to amend their soul,
Hoping to climb the stairs to the Golden Gate.
(The grey “cloud fades and the picture is set on Rose. Today Rose is wearing a pair of baggy black pants with her own wallet chains attached, a black t-shirt which exposes her mid-rift with a pink tribal design on it and her hair is pulled back in a pony tail. Also of importance the cast has been finally taken off her right arm, and looks to be prepared to wrestle this Sunday.
Despite the video being in color the scene is set up much the way Nathan Webb sets up his Cold Cut. The room she is in is empty, with Rose not using any props this time around. It is also dimly lit so that Rose and only Rose can be seen. Before she speaks Rose looks into the camera and stares into the lens, taking a few seconds before words pass through her lips.)
Good Evening to all the Misses and Misters out there watching me right now. I have to admit it has been a long time coming and believe me I missed standing in front of this camera. I missed not being able to connect to all of you watching through this medium and most of all I missed being able to vent my “quirky” point of view.
I know some of you are concerned that this “quirky” person, love her or hate her, may be gone after the events that transpired to me and Mr. Nate but I hope it doesn’t have to be like that. I am Rose Acantha, and I have no intention of changing for anyone, like me or hate me.
Either way though I do have to admit that the tone for tonight is going to be serious and possibly a little harsher than most. I have to say things that need to be said and I hope you Misters and Misses out there will indulge me a little bit as I do what I am about to do.
(Rose takes a couple deep breaths and closes her eyes for a second before continuing on.)
You see the theme of this promo is that of purgatory. For those that don’t know purgatory is believed to be the space where a soul is not in heaven and one is not in hell. To be perfectly honest you all can say that is where I believed I was in this past six or so weeks. My arm was broken by Miss Amy and even though she didn’t kill me or my career, I still felt like I was in the middle of heaven and hell. I was not dead but I knew I was not alive. I am sure other Misses and Misters have felt like I did. You may just be confined to the house, you may even be able to go to the arena and watch…but there is that empty feeling in the pit of your stomach…seeing yourself not able to wrestle, or able to do anything more than just be a fixture on the side.
(Rose takes another deep breath before continuing on)
Of course many people would like to think that I would focus all of my attention and ire on Miss Amy. She is the one that forced me into the predicament that I was in. The funny thing is though the more I thought about her the more I didn’t hate her. In fact instead of anger toward Miss Amy, I felt pity for her. All that anger she displayed in her attack and our two confrontations since then just showed me the type of person she was. She is immature, irrational, and one that blames everyone but herself.
(Rose just stares into the camera allowing what she said to sink in.)
I am sorry Miss Amy but I think I am telling the truth on this one. You are the only one holding yourself. This match Miss Amy I didn’t even want but do to things out of my control I guess I have to take it. For someone desperate for me to be out their life it sure doesn’t sound like it with what you have said and done the past couple of weeks Miss Amy not to mention you requesting this match. It’s hard to believe that you actually want nothing to do with me. Now I am not saying we are going to be the bestest of friends like we once were but being dead to you is something I am finding harder to believe.
No matter your logic for requesting this match or the mindset you are bringing to it…I guess I have no choice but to participate in it. How I am going to participate is what may surprise everyone and especially intrigue you Miss Amy.
Come Sunday Miss Amy I will be in that ring but don’t expect much more. I won’t punch, I won’t kick, I won’t bite or claw. I won’t slam, or try to submit you. It doesn’t mean I am going to lay down and let you pin me…but I think it is safe to say that on Sunday I will be your human punching bag.
So what will you with this opportunity Miss Amy?
Will you beat on me with an inch of my life?
Will you relish in the punishment you are about to dish out?
Or will you actually take the high road for the first time in a long while and end this like you send you wanted at first and what I wanted to do now?
(Rose takes another pause as she allows what she said to sink in.)
That choice is up to you Miss Amy. But I have a feeling on what is going to happen and in the end I will prove two points. The first one that despite just coming off of the shelf I am still one of the toughest people around. You may beat me down but in the end I will get right back up and say “Miss Amy,” can I have another. I may be beat down but I will never give in...especially before my work begins at A Night To Remember. The second point I will prove is how much of a miserable human being you are Miss Amy. I can look at you and see it all. You are the epitome of an unhappy person, an unhappy person who if she is miserable all the other mister and misses are unhappy as well. Of course to you everyone but yourself is to blame whether it is you losing Miss Amy…or whether is it the fact you say you are overlooked because you lose. Then along with that are the antics of what many would describe would be that of a teenage girl; something beneath a woman with as much life experience as yourself.
Again when what did and what you say and do all I can reasonably do is she my head and sigh and pity you Miss Amy. You may not want it but that is my reaction Miss Amy and nothing is going to change unless you show me otherwise.
To end this speel of rhetoric and conjecture let me conclude by saying that I went a whole set without me screaming or whining or yelling. I went this entire promo without cursing at you…or calling you horrible names that even men would be squeamish of. Hate it or love it but I am not going into this Sunday to fight you…I am about to start something so much bigger.
Whatever you do is up to you. The ball is in your court.
