After the Origin: Part Two

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10/27/15

Atlanta, Georgia

Shady Lane Cul de Sac

“She hasn’t told my dad yet. I’m actually kind of surprised about that,” I kept hoping for a breeze, but it never came. It was too hot, and I was wearing my #BRUTAL hoodie. My dad wouldn’t think anything of it, he doesn’t know what it is.

“Why do you think she’s kept it to herself?” It was a good question, I’d been thinking about it since the day she walked into the Camp.

“I know she’s upset. She’s angry at me, for lying, for choosing the ‘wrong path’ or whatever, but,” a long sigh as I glance up at my house further down the street. He was still trying too hard, but these walks home with Mason were getting nice. He was someone I could talk to, at least. “But I think she’s still heartbroken about losing Ollie. She knows if she tells my father, he’ll shun me the same way and I’ll disappear, just like he did.”

It felt good to get that off my chest, to tell someone about it. I was just as angry at my mom as I was my dad for what they did to him, but… I couldn’t look past her keeping my secret.

“I know home life can be tough, especially in your shoes. And I know you’re trying to focus on school, too, but Becky,” he stopped. We were only a couple of houses away now, and he knew I didn’t want him coming anywhere near the house. It would just make things worse. “This Valcone guy, he’s going to need all of your attention. You fought someone a lot like you last time, but this guy? He’s broken, lost. He has no morals, and he’ll stop at nothing to destroy you just because you’re in his way.”

I almost thought I saw a glint of worry in his eyes. My lip curled up and I leaned forward, resting my forehead on his chest as I sighed outwards.

“Tumbles, terms papers and psychopaths. Welcome to my life.”

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11/2/15

The Internet

@becky_cheers’ blogs

I was nervous, I won’t lie about that. When I walked through that curtain and saw all of those faces. All of those people there to see me. Well, maybe not to see me in particular, but, well, you know. When the bell rang I was still shaking, still glancing out, like... taking it all in. I was overwhelmed.

But after that second bell, when my hand was being raised in victory? I’ve never felt anythinggg like that before. It was incredible. I couldn’t contain myself. I knew right then, that I was addicted. Addicted to that feeling of victory, of accomplishment. It was like the first time we won a cheerleading competition, but it was so much more.

I don’t know what it feels like to lose. I think that might have been a better way to start my career, get that loss out of the way. To know what that frustration feels like, that desperation, that defeated sensation. But I guess it wasn’t supposed to happen that way. I guess Rex Evans is a better trainer than anyone wanted to give him credit for. Because I went out there and I beat someone who has been living this business since the day she was born.

It wasn’t until I saw the announcement that I’d be facing you, Valcone, that the initial high of winning my debut match wore off. The time for celebrations and parties were over. I was back to hitting the gym as much as possible. Training, sparring… learning, as much as possible.

I’ve been watching the tapes, catching up with all of the LDFC history since it first opened its doors. In my opinion, and I’m like pretty sure a lot of other people’s too, you’re one of the best here. Second only to Nest. So if people weren’t impressed by my victory over Kennedy, then perhaps soundly beating the second-best wrestlers on the roster will change their tune.

You might look at me and see just some bubbly little brat or a fraudulent bimbo, but when we step between those ropes at the Griffin Community Center… I’m going to show you that I’m so much more than that. With a mask or without, it doesn’t matter. All I see, Valcone, is someone I need to prove something to. Someone I need to beat in order to get people to take me seriously.

All I see is the next person to get “embarrassed” by Becky.

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