Post by Shelly Taylor-Jones on Feb 13, 2013 0:32:30 GMT -6
So I finally get a match
I finally get to step into the ring
As a side show.
As a special attraction.
Fighting my husbands battles.
Against a little girl...
Who should not even be in the ring with me....
Oh well....
Time to break a bitch
"I'm fighting your battles now?"
Shelly slowly looks at Alex. He sits alone at the table. His eyes fixated forward. His hair tied back away from his face. Shelly shakes her head as she gets no reaction from her husband.
"This is stupid...."
Alex sighs deeply and gets to his feet.
"This is just their idea of a joke to grab ratings. The joke number one contender for my title and his bubblehead wife........"
Shelly nods and folds her arms.
"Just swallow it Shelly. I know it's hard, I know you feel disrespected. But the Warrens are a joke. A "doctor" and his wife a "nurse" they're not real wrestlers. We come from this world Shelly. This is our profession, our lives....."
Alex turns to his wife and smirks.
"I suppose you're right......But still...just promise me you'll break James Warren....."
Alex laughs loud and shakes his head.
"I'm not worried about James Warren.....and you'll take about five seconds to destroy Cynthia....."
Shelly takes a drink from her water bottle.
"This should be fun....."
"Oh little Cynthia...."
Shelly closes her eyes, her long blonde highlighted hair falls down her shoulders.
"It seems as if we've been drawn in to a fight between our husbands. My husband, the X champion and your husband...the....well the sacrificial lamb being offered up to slaughter. See Cindy, sweety, your husband is nowhere near a match for Alex. Alex is a veteran in this business. He's a killer, a monster. He will step in the ring with James and will hurt him. And I don't mean he'll beat him, pin him or submit him and move on, I mean he will break James and walk away without remorse and without feeling."
Shelly looks away, her mind races as she thinks about Alex's recent actions.
"Our husbands will be at ringside to watch you and I go at it Cindy. And I'm sorry to say that just as James is outmatched, so are you. I'm a former starlet's champion. I fought my own nature for years. I didn't want to be a wrestler. I saw what it did to my brothers. Chris was a normal man, a happy man, but when he got into that ring the rage inside him took over and he became the Maniac. It destroyed his soul, his relationships and his family. I saw what it did to him and while it did bring him success he was not happy...."
"Our brother Rob almost killed himself because of this business. He spiraled into a depression and had a psychaotic break that not only made him fall for a strange puppet and become "Lord Dominicus" but it inspired him to try and end his life. Again he found success as a champion, again he was not happy and left. My ex husband Angel, he was similar to them, he became a monster but could not control it, he brought the rage home with him and one night wrapped his hands around my neck and attempted to murder me...."
Shelly's voice trembles as she wipes a tear from her eye.
"I tried to fight my nature, but then I realised not doing what I was born to do was killing me. The key is controlling it and enjoying it. Like Alex does. He may be a monster in the ring, he may do things that others dislike, but when he walks through that door and sits down he's a loving devoted husband and father. Just like I'm a loving devoted mother and wife."
Shelly smirks and shakes her head.
"But...."
Her eyes open with a tweak of anger.
"When I step in that ring I am one of the meanest bitches you will ever meet. And the thing is normally this would be just another match. But the fact that I've been sitting at home misused and not booked. I'm a former Starlets champion and one of the best female professional wrestlers on this god-damn planet. I sit at home and occasionally get a phone call asking me to sign a contract. My last match?. My last match was against that semi-retarded bubblehead skank ho-bag bitch-face slut Addisyn Star. And after I got done curbstomping her face to the mat I went back home and waited. And waited, And waited. Until finally I get another phone call....."
"I get asked to come to trauma and face...you...."
Shelly slams her fist to the table in anger.
"Not Crystal, my old friend who I still have a rivalry with, not Jenny Williams the now two time champ...congratulations by the way Jenny, not Zelda Knite, not Mercedes Vargas.....you...Cynthia....****ing...Warren....."
Shelly scoffs loudly showing her disdain.
"It seems to me that there is pone thing to do. I need to make an example of somebody. I need to walk down to that ring, forget everything else and just blast through you. But I can't just have a great competitive match with you and pin you and then shake your hand while our husbands scowl at each other from across the ring. No, I need to walk down to that ring and snap your skinny little body in two. I need blood, I need snapping bone, I need pain and sadness and despair, I need you to suffer Cynthia....."
"I need to let your blood rain from the ceiling as I bathe in your tears."
Shelly closes her eyes and breathes deeply.
"My goal, my ultimate goal, is to have that gold belt back around my waist. I saw it get thrown in the toilet by Freya Davis. I saw it get brought back by Jenny Williams. And women like Jenny are the ones I should be competing against. Real champions, women who have proven themselves in the eyes of the fans and the wrestling world. Not blonde little morons who should be off playing nurse giving old men like Gib spongebaths with "happy endings"...."
"You seem like a nice girl Cindy, you do. But "nice" in this world doesn't cut it. And in the end all you are is a bug that I will be scraping off the heel of my boot. And as your husband holds you in his arms trying to get you to return to the land of the conscious hopefully my words and actions will sink into that skull of yours and you'll realise that this business just isn't for you."
"You'll go home, and re-think your life. And maybe you'll find a nice little job nursing in some hospital, leaving the wrestling and the brutality up to women like me who were BORN to do this. I was born to get in that ring and beat the hell out of other women, I was born to be a champion and I realised that dream very early in my career. And as with most people who ignite early my flame burnt out. But very slowly those embers that stayed inside my heart got fuel added and sure enough it is now a blazing inferno."
Shelly smiles wide and crosses her arms.
"And you Cindy. You will be the example of the power I have, my skill, my anger and my destiny. You will be the stepping stone on my way back to the top. You will be the first head on a spike in my list of victims. Your pretty little blonde head, beaten, bloody and broken. Displayed on my mantle for the world to see. I'm the hunter and you my ignorant little bitch are the prey......so sit back, call your loved ones and tell them not to watch because I don't think anyone wants to see the horrors I'm about to subject you to....sweet dreams...bitch...."
I finally get to step into the ring
As a side show.
As a special attraction.
Fighting my husbands battles.
Against a little girl...
Who should not even be in the ring with me....
Oh well....
Time to break a bitch
"I'm fighting your battles now?"
Shelly slowly looks at Alex. He sits alone at the table. His eyes fixated forward. His hair tied back away from his face. Shelly shakes her head as she gets no reaction from her husband.
"This is stupid...."
Alex sighs deeply and gets to his feet.
"This is just their idea of a joke to grab ratings. The joke number one contender for my title and his bubblehead wife........"
Shelly nods and folds her arms.
"Just swallow it Shelly. I know it's hard, I know you feel disrespected. But the Warrens are a joke. A "doctor" and his wife a "nurse" they're not real wrestlers. We come from this world Shelly. This is our profession, our lives....."
Alex turns to his wife and smirks.
"I suppose you're right......But still...just promise me you'll break James Warren....."
Alex laughs loud and shakes his head.
"I'm not worried about James Warren.....and you'll take about five seconds to destroy Cynthia....."
Shelly takes a drink from her water bottle.
"This should be fun....."
"Oh little Cynthia...."
Shelly closes her eyes, her long blonde highlighted hair falls down her shoulders.
"It seems as if we've been drawn in to a fight between our husbands. My husband, the X champion and your husband...the....well the sacrificial lamb being offered up to slaughter. See Cindy, sweety, your husband is nowhere near a match for Alex. Alex is a veteran in this business. He's a killer, a monster. He will step in the ring with James and will hurt him. And I don't mean he'll beat him, pin him or submit him and move on, I mean he will break James and walk away without remorse and without feeling."
Shelly looks away, her mind races as she thinks about Alex's recent actions.
"Our husbands will be at ringside to watch you and I go at it Cindy. And I'm sorry to say that just as James is outmatched, so are you. I'm a former starlet's champion. I fought my own nature for years. I didn't want to be a wrestler. I saw what it did to my brothers. Chris was a normal man, a happy man, but when he got into that ring the rage inside him took over and he became the Maniac. It destroyed his soul, his relationships and his family. I saw what it did to him and while it did bring him success he was not happy...."
"Our brother Rob almost killed himself because of this business. He spiraled into a depression and had a psychaotic break that not only made him fall for a strange puppet and become "Lord Dominicus" but it inspired him to try and end his life. Again he found success as a champion, again he was not happy and left. My ex husband Angel, he was similar to them, he became a monster but could not control it, he brought the rage home with him and one night wrapped his hands around my neck and attempted to murder me...."
Shelly's voice trembles as she wipes a tear from her eye.
"I tried to fight my nature, but then I realised not doing what I was born to do was killing me. The key is controlling it and enjoying it. Like Alex does. He may be a monster in the ring, he may do things that others dislike, but when he walks through that door and sits down he's a loving devoted husband and father. Just like I'm a loving devoted mother and wife."
Shelly smirks and shakes her head.
"But...."
Her eyes open with a tweak of anger.
"When I step in that ring I am one of the meanest bitches you will ever meet. And the thing is normally this would be just another match. But the fact that I've been sitting at home misused and not booked. I'm a former Starlets champion and one of the best female professional wrestlers on this god-damn planet. I sit at home and occasionally get a phone call asking me to sign a contract. My last match?. My last match was against that semi-retarded bubblehead skank ho-bag bitch-face slut Addisyn Star. And after I got done curbstomping her face to the mat I went back home and waited. And waited, And waited. Until finally I get another phone call....."
"I get asked to come to trauma and face...you...."
Shelly slams her fist to the table in anger.
"Not Crystal, my old friend who I still have a rivalry with, not Jenny Williams the now two time champ...congratulations by the way Jenny, not Zelda Knite, not Mercedes Vargas.....you...Cynthia....****ing...Warren....."
Shelly scoffs loudly showing her disdain.
"It seems to me that there is pone thing to do. I need to make an example of somebody. I need to walk down to that ring, forget everything else and just blast through you. But I can't just have a great competitive match with you and pin you and then shake your hand while our husbands scowl at each other from across the ring. No, I need to walk down to that ring and snap your skinny little body in two. I need blood, I need snapping bone, I need pain and sadness and despair, I need you to suffer Cynthia....."
"I need to let your blood rain from the ceiling as I bathe in your tears."
Shelly closes her eyes and breathes deeply.
"My goal, my ultimate goal, is to have that gold belt back around my waist. I saw it get thrown in the toilet by Freya Davis. I saw it get brought back by Jenny Williams. And women like Jenny are the ones I should be competing against. Real champions, women who have proven themselves in the eyes of the fans and the wrestling world. Not blonde little morons who should be off playing nurse giving old men like Gib spongebaths with "happy endings"...."
"You seem like a nice girl Cindy, you do. But "nice" in this world doesn't cut it. And in the end all you are is a bug that I will be scraping off the heel of my boot. And as your husband holds you in his arms trying to get you to return to the land of the conscious hopefully my words and actions will sink into that skull of yours and you'll realise that this business just isn't for you."
"You'll go home, and re-think your life. And maybe you'll find a nice little job nursing in some hospital, leaving the wrestling and the brutality up to women like me who were BORN to do this. I was born to get in that ring and beat the hell out of other women, I was born to be a champion and I realised that dream very early in my career. And as with most people who ignite early my flame burnt out. But very slowly those embers that stayed inside my heart got fuel added and sure enough it is now a blazing inferno."
Shelly smiles wide and crosses her arms.
"And you Cindy. You will be the example of the power I have, my skill, my anger and my destiny. You will be the stepping stone on my way back to the top. You will be the first head on a spike in my list of victims. Your pretty little blonde head, beaten, bloody and broken. Displayed on my mantle for the world to see. I'm the hunter and you my ignorant little bitch are the prey......so sit back, call your loved ones and tell them not to watch because I don't think anyone wants to see the horrors I'm about to subject you to....sweet dreams...bitch...."