Changes

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C H A N G E S

1/23/15

Atlanta, Georgia

The Santiago Residence

With a deep, almost emotional sigh Becky falls to a seated position on her bed in a huff. She stares at her closet, but then her eyes drift to the mirror against the wall, just resting atop a cedar dresser. It is covered in so many stickers and pictures she can barely even see her reflection in it anymore. She stands up, walking over to it and running her fingers across pictures of her and her family with a frown.

“Not too late to change your mind. We’d be content with community college,” the voice comes from the doorway, and Becky’s shoulders slump down instinctively. Her eyes drop to a picture of her and her parents, at her last birthday party.

“Why haven’t you said anything to dad yet?” She poses the question to her mother without even turning around, her mother making a questioning face as she moves into the room and sits on the corner of the bed, taking a sip of coffee.

“It hasn’t been easy. For one because I’m never lied to your father about anything before,” she ponders this, her eyes going nearly as distant as Becky’s. “But also because he’s been asking questions: ‘Why isn’t Becky having a grad party?’ ‘Why hasn’t Becky decided on a school yet?’ ‘Why does my daughter constantly look like she’s gotten in fights?’ I’m beginning to run out of excuses for you.”

“Y-” Becky starts, turning to look at her mother covering up the water in her eyes with her recently-dyed aqua hair. “You didn’t answer the question.”

“I haven’t told your father because I don’t want to lose you too,” her mother says it with a cold tone, staring into a focused spot on the wall. “But if you move out of this house today, it’s over. I won’t lie to him any longer.”

“And then you’ll just throw me in the garbage like you did with Ollie? Pretend I don’t exist except when I come back for dinner and a lecture?” The corner of her mother’s lips curls up as she drops her head, shaking it to the side with a sigh.

“You know nothing of the world, Rebecca,” her mother sighs again, pushing up to her feet and throwing a hand in the air in surrender. “But by all means, go take it on the same way your brother did. But don’t come crawling back to us with doctor bills and concussions.”

Her mother walks out of the room before the tear drips onto her cheek, leaving Becky in her room a ball of rage, fists clenched and eyes red.

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1/25/16

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Can you feel the winds of change, Lions’ Den fans?

We did it! I did it… I pinned The Crimson Baroness in the center of that ring, and there’s nothing she can say or do that will change that fact. We won!

And now I feel it, I can feel the change that is coming. Mason and I are going to rocket to the top, and the next rung on that ladder is Robbie Black. Admittedly, I know very little about the Pimpin’ Master, other than the fact that he has a pretty silly name.

I’m glad to see he’s made it back. I’m not sure what the reason for his hiatus was but I can only assume how being away from the ring for that long could feel. Me? I don’t ever want to leave that ring. When I started down this rabbit hole of professional wrestling a little over half a year ago, I couldn’t have expected how in love with it I would fall. But I can honestly say I would be lost if I had to leave it for as long as Robbie did.

As far as I can tell, Robbie left of his own volition. No suspension, no injury… he just walked away, gave it up. That’s why I know I’m going to beat him this week. Because while I can count the number of matches I’ve had on one or two hands… I can’t imagine ever doing that, just walking away.

To be able to do that? It means he doesn’t really care, he doesn’t really want this. But me?

I… REALLY... want this.

So I’m sorry that your big return will be soured by the taste of defeat, Mr. Black. But keep your head up after. Don’t walk away, maybe you’ll eventually prove me wrong.