Post by Rose Acantha on Feb 23, 2013 16:00:22 GMT -6
“So what happens now?”
“What do you think happens now?”
“I was hoping you could help.”
“I am.”
“Not really.”
“Remember you are the one that has final say. You are the doer and thus all final decisions are yours.”
“So what do you do?”
“Trying to help you.”
“You’re not really doing a good job.”
“So how would I be doing a good job?”
“By helping me out…help me figure out what I need to do in my life…in my career.”
“So tell me what you think you should do?”
“I don’t know…”
“Really?”
“Yes…I don’t know.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes…I don’t know.”
“Are you absolutely positive?”
“YES…I am positive…I DON”T KNOW.”
“Good.”
“How is this good? I have no idea what I need to do despite what happened to me.”
“You’re being honest…you are actually saying that you don’t know instead of forcing that square peg into a round hole.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that after all the hell you went through…that there is some semblance of logic existing within your head. That you are actually thinking with some forethought about your actions and whether these actions will be fruitful or not.”
“So this is not necessarily a bad thing?”
“Not necessarily…but…and this is a big BUT…time is running short for you so you need to make a decision quickly, if you have any chance of coming out, in any way, in front of the power curve.”
So I am sitting around her in New Orleans…sitting contemplating…thinking…conspiring…all about me and my future within the company. I was in a sense of wonder of what to do…now that I was all alone…now that the bond…one of the only real joys of my miserable life that I had in my family, was forcibly broken by three misses…who over the course of a month culminating into a wicked and vile match and its aftermath removed my still beating heart in my chest…
Three misses who move on with their lives as though nothing has happened….
One miss is now the Starlets Champion…and still and awful human being…
One miss is STILL running around getting even warmer and cozier with a married mister…
And of course one miss who still reigns with authority…not caring about the actions of others so close to her…and playing the role of a victim despite what she has done to others….Yes that miss is crying a river and for some reason…I just could care less…
So I had to ask myself…which of these misses deserved my ire the most? Should I go after the title that is bound around the waist of the miss who drove me into a table…choosing to side with my torturers…
Should I go after the miss that gave up anything and everything good about her…to get close to a man…EVEN if nothing is going on…with obviously inappropriate activity…trying to move up the food chain the easy way…
Or should I hit Jezebel miss who literally put me through the ringer with match after match…who willingly and gladly left me battered and bloody in the that ring…who tortured my body and my soul and ultimately with most perverse of explanations…actually having the gall to say she was freeing me from my brother Mr. Nate…maybe she is the one who needs to be freed…seeing that she is the victim in this series of “unfortunate” events….
So as I got to sit and think here in my run down family home here in Louisiana…I contemplated these choices…which miss was going to receive the bulk of my ire?…which miss was going to rue the day she decided to do what she did to me?...
And then it hit me…
I was actually looking at just a few trees in miles of forest…
I mean look at what the Starlet’s division is today.
Doesn’t it say something when as mentally unstable that I am the miss with the greatest ability to use rationality and logic?
If you want to look at the vanity and the empty pigheadedness at the division that is supposed to represent what good, strong, fearless women…but look at what it is now…
This division is filled with the cattiest of the catty misses… and I should know living in the south for the good majority of my life.
They whine and complain about what the horrible things that are said about them…but then return with horrible comments about them or other misses….
I can’t go a week without hearing the same tired arguments with no context…with no greater meaning or purpose…where I would call out Miss Chrissy for having work done for the purpose of calling her fake…or for how Miss Emma is acting getting close to Mr. Jake to get up the ladder quickly and without any real effort…the rest of the misses talk in platitude about other Starlets being rife with disease…how promiscuous….or how they are the B word…or how the other misses shouldn’t mess with them because they are the ultimate B word…or even go far as to say how much I need to get laid like IT ACTUALLY MATTERS IN A MATCH…
You misses think you are original…you misses think you are entertaining…but the rest of the misses and the misters should shake their collective heads because they should all pity you…what is supposed to be competition is nothing more than stuff you see on a bad reality television show.
I’m sorry I have to refer things in such a horrible manner but I don’t think I am too far removed from the truth…so unfortunately I have to take drastic measures…I have to burn this whole division to the ground…
For those of you perplexed by what I said let me advise you misters and misses out there now that I didn’t stutter when I said that…I said that I am going to burn this division to the ground…or I am going to die trying in order to do so.
I am not comparing myself to Nero…and the Starlets Division is nowhere near Rome…but this needs to be done.
So if you don’t have a will yet…write one…
If you got any sins to repent…do so now…
Cause starting on Sunday…I am going to be lighting a few fires…
It had been two weeks since I bailed out on Mr. Nate in Miami and made the trek by train to Louisiana and finally my childhood home. In that time I had made the visit to the Acantha Estate, but couldn’t stay there due to the amount of water damage and overall neglect that had over taken the property since I left it over ten years ago.
But I was resigned enough not to want to see it destroyed so finding a hotel room I made call after call, and appointment after appointment, until I finally found a company that was willing to actually take on my house, without sounding either like total sleeze, or like someone obviously trying to rip me off.
The mister was David Wheeler who ran David Wheeler Construction and on a Wednesday he and his several trucks filled with several misters and misses, who descended on the property like a swarm of bees.
I had arrived earlier and was drinking a cup of coffee as I saw these misses and misters, descend from their trucks and assemble in front of me as Mister Wheeler came in from of me standing there and looked me directly in the eyes.
“You ready?” He asked in about as a straight forward manner as one could ask.
I nodded my head. While I was apprehensive about changing something so special from my past I knew at least for safety reason that this had to be done to move this special place into the future.
As we all walked into the house everyone went their separate ways as directed to not only do a quick inspection but to start doing any demo that they could. I followed Mr. Wheeler in the kitchen as walked holding a sledge hammer in his hands. As we finally arrived in the kitchen, memories flooded my head of me watching the caterers work preparing for so many parties…me stealing cookies from the cookie jar…helping the chef prepare dinners for the night. The memories were fond but reality soon kicked in and as I saw this kitchen in the modern day, it was outdated and filled with water damage and utterly needed a complete over haul. As I stood there sipping my coffee I soon saw Mr. Wheeler’s hand come into my frame of vision with the sledge hammer.
“Do you want to do the honors here?” Mr. Wheeler asked offering me the sledge hammer.
I tentatively took the sledge hammer which was about a third of my own body weight. I was nervous but I think Mr. Wheeler wanted me to embrace the good change that was coming.
“Where do I hit?” I asked.
Mr. Wheeler pointed to the island in the middle of the kitchen. “Just destroy it. No need to be neat about it.”
I nodded as I approached the island. I took a deep breath in, and swallowed hard as I focused on the thing that needed to be destroyed for any change to happen. So with a deep breath and a mighty heave…I let out a yell as I swung and hit the island flush on the top…
The blow hit and I could see island started to cave…so I sung again…and again…and several more times allowing the hammer to almost take over…hitting where I needed to until that island was a pile of trash in front of my feet…
After I had done the job, I could hear a clap coming from Mr. Wheeler.
“Good Job.” He said. “You really aren’t that timid with that thing.”
I nodded breathing heavily as I sat there almost not believing what I could do with my own hands. It did take a lot of energy, but at that time I was filled with adrenaline.
“So what’s next?” I asked, ready for more.
It was hard seeing so many memories being torn down like this but I also knew that in order to make something better…something stronger, it had to be torn down in order to start the rebuilding process so that it could be built back up stronger than ever.
So Miss Mercy…looks like I drew you in this match and vice versa.
We have had a long history together…most of it competitive and some of it you have to admit was personal.
To be honest when I heard you were my opponent this week something just felt right hearing your name next to mine. If there was anyone I wanted to get my “Burn Down the Starlet’s Division” campaign kicked off you were the right person to do so.
For as long as I can remember you have been nothing short of a leech to this whole division, where everything you have gotten has been not because you earned it…or put the sweat equity in…but because you were in the right place and sucked up to the right people…especially as of late.
Now I could go into the series of events that started my appearance into wrestling…your relationship with Mr. Jake and your part in why Mr. Nate was severely hurt, and thus sent to a mental hospital…but much like your one and only title…which was as much about Mrs. Kathy as it was about you by the way…it doesn’t matter.
You can throw it in my face that you were in the Starlet’s title match which was a fatal four way match…and I wasn’t…but I can come back to you with my own assertion that Mrs. Kathy put you in that match just to spite me…so yeah don’t try that…
You can talk about the fact that you were one of the few misses that beat Zelda Knite…but let’s face it everyone agrees that you only won that match because Miss Kelly…LET YOU WIN…
You can ask who I beat lately and I would gladly respond by saying I beat the Miss that went on to beat you last week…Miss Emma…
Not only did I do that but when faced with severe adversity…with my back to the wall in a match where everyone me be as useful as a wet paper bag…I became the lioness and took on both Miss Kathy and Miss Emma…and while I did lose…I was able to eliminate Miss Kathy, by making her tap no less, and still bring the fight to Miss Emma who while she did have me in a most painful of submissions…but unlike Kathy I didn’t tap and fought till I could fight no more…
So yes..Miss Mercy while you certainly have more accolades than me but let us be honest here, as of late I am looking a lot better in the ring and have done a lot more worth mentioning than you in terms of actually wrestling…
Your mouth on the other hand is a completely different story and is one of the main reasons I look forward to seeing you burn along with all of the other shallowness that comprises the Starlets division. You speak as though that only drinking alcohol…or acting like a bimbo…makes a woman or even a Starlet. I can guarantee you will even go so far as to say that I need to have sex and let some steam off…but you know what…I will go far as to say that you need to take a good hard look at yourself to understand why your own career is much maligned…
If you can’t do that at least for yourself…well I will do it for you this coming Sunday…in fact scratch that…because on Sunday much like the Christians in Rome you will be fed to the lions…but unlike the Christians you actually deserved to be ripped to shreds…you deserve what is coming for you…and in the end you are going to be the first in a long line of misses to be sent to their demise…as Rome burns to the ground hopefully to be built stronger than ever…
Just do us all a favor and accept what is about to happen to you Miss Mercy…you will be all the better for it…
“What do you think happens now?”
“I was hoping you could help.”
“I am.”
“Not really.”
“Remember you are the one that has final say. You are the doer and thus all final decisions are yours.”
“So what do you do?”
“Trying to help you.”
“You’re not really doing a good job.”
“So how would I be doing a good job?”
“By helping me out…help me figure out what I need to do in my life…in my career.”
“So tell me what you think you should do?”
“I don’t know…”
“Really?”
“Yes…I don’t know.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes…I don’t know.”
“Are you absolutely positive?”
“YES…I am positive…I DON”T KNOW.”
“Good.”
“How is this good? I have no idea what I need to do despite what happened to me.”
“You’re being honest…you are actually saying that you don’t know instead of forcing that square peg into a round hole.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that after all the hell you went through…that there is some semblance of logic existing within your head. That you are actually thinking with some forethought about your actions and whether these actions will be fruitful or not.”
“So this is not necessarily a bad thing?”
“Not necessarily…but…and this is a big BUT…time is running short for you so you need to make a decision quickly, if you have any chance of coming out, in any way, in front of the power curve.”
So I am sitting around her in New Orleans…sitting contemplating…thinking…conspiring…all about me and my future within the company. I was in a sense of wonder of what to do…now that I was all alone…now that the bond…one of the only real joys of my miserable life that I had in my family, was forcibly broken by three misses…who over the course of a month culminating into a wicked and vile match and its aftermath removed my still beating heart in my chest…
Three misses who move on with their lives as though nothing has happened….
One miss is now the Starlets Champion…and still and awful human being…
One miss is STILL running around getting even warmer and cozier with a married mister…
And of course one miss who still reigns with authority…not caring about the actions of others so close to her…and playing the role of a victim despite what she has done to others….Yes that miss is crying a river and for some reason…I just could care less…
So I had to ask myself…which of these misses deserved my ire the most? Should I go after the title that is bound around the waist of the miss who drove me into a table…choosing to side with my torturers…
Should I go after the miss that gave up anything and everything good about her…to get close to a man…EVEN if nothing is going on…with obviously inappropriate activity…trying to move up the food chain the easy way…
Or should I hit Jezebel miss who literally put me through the ringer with match after match…who willingly and gladly left me battered and bloody in the that ring…who tortured my body and my soul and ultimately with most perverse of explanations…actually having the gall to say she was freeing me from my brother Mr. Nate…maybe she is the one who needs to be freed…seeing that she is the victim in this series of “unfortunate” events….
So as I got to sit and think here in my run down family home here in Louisiana…I contemplated these choices…which miss was going to receive the bulk of my ire?…which miss was going to rue the day she decided to do what she did to me?...
And then it hit me…
I was actually looking at just a few trees in miles of forest…
I mean look at what the Starlet’s division is today.
Doesn’t it say something when as mentally unstable that I am the miss with the greatest ability to use rationality and logic?
If you want to look at the vanity and the empty pigheadedness at the division that is supposed to represent what good, strong, fearless women…but look at what it is now…
This division is filled with the cattiest of the catty misses… and I should know living in the south for the good majority of my life.
They whine and complain about what the horrible things that are said about them…but then return with horrible comments about them or other misses….
I can’t go a week without hearing the same tired arguments with no context…with no greater meaning or purpose…where I would call out Miss Chrissy for having work done for the purpose of calling her fake…or for how Miss Emma is acting getting close to Mr. Jake to get up the ladder quickly and without any real effort…the rest of the misses talk in platitude about other Starlets being rife with disease…how promiscuous….or how they are the B word…or how the other misses shouldn’t mess with them because they are the ultimate B word…or even go far as to say how much I need to get laid like IT ACTUALLY MATTERS IN A MATCH…
You misses think you are original…you misses think you are entertaining…but the rest of the misses and the misters should shake their collective heads because they should all pity you…what is supposed to be competition is nothing more than stuff you see on a bad reality television show.
I’m sorry I have to refer things in such a horrible manner but I don’t think I am too far removed from the truth…so unfortunately I have to take drastic measures…I have to burn this whole division to the ground…
For those of you perplexed by what I said let me advise you misters and misses out there now that I didn’t stutter when I said that…I said that I am going to burn this division to the ground…or I am going to die trying in order to do so.
I am not comparing myself to Nero…and the Starlets Division is nowhere near Rome…but this needs to be done.
So if you don’t have a will yet…write one…
If you got any sins to repent…do so now…
Cause starting on Sunday…I am going to be lighting a few fires…
It had been two weeks since I bailed out on Mr. Nate in Miami and made the trek by train to Louisiana and finally my childhood home. In that time I had made the visit to the Acantha Estate, but couldn’t stay there due to the amount of water damage and overall neglect that had over taken the property since I left it over ten years ago.
But I was resigned enough not to want to see it destroyed so finding a hotel room I made call after call, and appointment after appointment, until I finally found a company that was willing to actually take on my house, without sounding either like total sleeze, or like someone obviously trying to rip me off.
The mister was David Wheeler who ran David Wheeler Construction and on a Wednesday he and his several trucks filled with several misters and misses, who descended on the property like a swarm of bees.
I had arrived earlier and was drinking a cup of coffee as I saw these misses and misters, descend from their trucks and assemble in front of me as Mister Wheeler came in from of me standing there and looked me directly in the eyes.
“You ready?” He asked in about as a straight forward manner as one could ask.
I nodded my head. While I was apprehensive about changing something so special from my past I knew at least for safety reason that this had to be done to move this special place into the future.
As we all walked into the house everyone went their separate ways as directed to not only do a quick inspection but to start doing any demo that they could. I followed Mr. Wheeler in the kitchen as walked holding a sledge hammer in his hands. As we finally arrived in the kitchen, memories flooded my head of me watching the caterers work preparing for so many parties…me stealing cookies from the cookie jar…helping the chef prepare dinners for the night. The memories were fond but reality soon kicked in and as I saw this kitchen in the modern day, it was outdated and filled with water damage and utterly needed a complete over haul. As I stood there sipping my coffee I soon saw Mr. Wheeler’s hand come into my frame of vision with the sledge hammer.
“Do you want to do the honors here?” Mr. Wheeler asked offering me the sledge hammer.
I tentatively took the sledge hammer which was about a third of my own body weight. I was nervous but I think Mr. Wheeler wanted me to embrace the good change that was coming.
“Where do I hit?” I asked.
Mr. Wheeler pointed to the island in the middle of the kitchen. “Just destroy it. No need to be neat about it.”
I nodded as I approached the island. I took a deep breath in, and swallowed hard as I focused on the thing that needed to be destroyed for any change to happen. So with a deep breath and a mighty heave…I let out a yell as I swung and hit the island flush on the top…
The blow hit and I could see island started to cave…so I sung again…and again…and several more times allowing the hammer to almost take over…hitting where I needed to until that island was a pile of trash in front of my feet…
After I had done the job, I could hear a clap coming from Mr. Wheeler.
“Good Job.” He said. “You really aren’t that timid with that thing.”
I nodded breathing heavily as I sat there almost not believing what I could do with my own hands. It did take a lot of energy, but at that time I was filled with adrenaline.
“So what’s next?” I asked, ready for more.
It was hard seeing so many memories being torn down like this but I also knew that in order to make something better…something stronger, it had to be torn down in order to start the rebuilding process so that it could be built back up stronger than ever.
So Miss Mercy…looks like I drew you in this match and vice versa.
We have had a long history together…most of it competitive and some of it you have to admit was personal.
To be honest when I heard you were my opponent this week something just felt right hearing your name next to mine. If there was anyone I wanted to get my “Burn Down the Starlet’s Division” campaign kicked off you were the right person to do so.
For as long as I can remember you have been nothing short of a leech to this whole division, where everything you have gotten has been not because you earned it…or put the sweat equity in…but because you were in the right place and sucked up to the right people…especially as of late.
Now I could go into the series of events that started my appearance into wrestling…your relationship with Mr. Jake and your part in why Mr. Nate was severely hurt, and thus sent to a mental hospital…but much like your one and only title…which was as much about Mrs. Kathy as it was about you by the way…it doesn’t matter.
You can throw it in my face that you were in the Starlet’s title match which was a fatal four way match…and I wasn’t…but I can come back to you with my own assertion that Mrs. Kathy put you in that match just to spite me…so yeah don’t try that…
You can talk about the fact that you were one of the few misses that beat Zelda Knite…but let’s face it everyone agrees that you only won that match because Miss Kelly…LET YOU WIN…
You can ask who I beat lately and I would gladly respond by saying I beat the Miss that went on to beat you last week…Miss Emma…
Not only did I do that but when faced with severe adversity…with my back to the wall in a match where everyone me be as useful as a wet paper bag…I became the lioness and took on both Miss Kathy and Miss Emma…and while I did lose…I was able to eliminate Miss Kathy, by making her tap no less, and still bring the fight to Miss Emma who while she did have me in a most painful of submissions…but unlike Kathy I didn’t tap and fought till I could fight no more…
So yes..Miss Mercy while you certainly have more accolades than me but let us be honest here, as of late I am looking a lot better in the ring and have done a lot more worth mentioning than you in terms of actually wrestling…
Your mouth on the other hand is a completely different story and is one of the main reasons I look forward to seeing you burn along with all of the other shallowness that comprises the Starlets division. You speak as though that only drinking alcohol…or acting like a bimbo…makes a woman or even a Starlet. I can guarantee you will even go so far as to say that I need to have sex and let some steam off…but you know what…I will go far as to say that you need to take a good hard look at yourself to understand why your own career is much maligned…
If you can’t do that at least for yourself…well I will do it for you this coming Sunday…in fact scratch that…because on Sunday much like the Christians in Rome you will be fed to the lions…but unlike the Christians you actually deserved to be ripped to shreds…you deserve what is coming for you…and in the end you are going to be the first in a long line of misses to be sent to their demise…as Rome burns to the ground hopefully to be built stronger than ever…
Just do us all a favor and accept what is about to happen to you Miss Mercy…you will be all the better for it…