mommy issues (rumble rp)
Apr 14, 2016 13:26:06 GMT -5
Post by bmac on Apr 14, 2016 13:26:06 GMT -5
October 18th, 2007
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“Are you comfortable Ms. Reid?”
A seventeen year old Molly Reid nodded her head yes, as she clutched her hands together in her lap. She was staring straight down, right into her hands. Even when the question was asked she didn’t look up, simply nodding wordlessly.
“Excellent. If you need anything, anything at all, you just ask.” The man was wearing a suit as he sat across from her. They were in a small room with a large mirror on one of the walls. There was a video camera in the corner of the room, recording everything going on. There was a police officer standing near the door of the room. The man in the suit looked at the camera before looking back at Molly, who was still staring down. “I’m just going to ask you a few questions. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or want to take a break, just say so. If there are any questions that you don’t feel comfortable answering, just say so. Do you understand?”
Molly nodded her head. The man saw this and responded quickly, “we’re going to need a verbal confirmation Ms. Reid.”
“Yes,” Molly said, finally looking up at the man for the first time, “I understand.”
“Good,” the man looked back down at a sheet of paper in front of him. He looked back at Molly before speaking, “Your full name is Molly Katherine O’Reilly, is that correct?”
“Yes,” Molly answered again, clenching her hands even tighter when the name Katherine was said out loud.
“And your father’s name is, was, Jack O’Reilly?” he asked.
Molly nodded her head in confirmation, unable to speak words when it came to her late father. She missed him more than anything, and just didn’t even want to think about him or else she’d break down.
“Tell me how much you knew about Katherine Burns prior to this past year, if you can,” the man asked again, clearly getting into the tougher questions now.
Molly took a deep breath. She had prepared for this for a few days, but still, the reality of talking it was terrifying. After what she had been through, she just wanted to forget about it forever. She certainly didn’t want to keep talking about it, but she knew she had to if she wanted everything to finally end. So after a few moments of silence, she took another deep breath and answered the question. “Well I never knew my mom. Growing up my dad told me that my mom died in childbirth. So I grew up thinking that. It was only a few years ago that my dad finally told me the truth about her.”
“And what was that truth?” the detective interrupted Molly.
“That my mom was a child-abandoning drug addict. She left my dad and me really soon after I was born. My dad said he thought it was just postpartum depression and always kind of assumed she’d come back. My dad was such a good person that he always believed that no matter the person, they always had a sliver of good in them. And that’s all he ever saw, sometimes to a fault.” Molly had learned from a young age that her dad was just too nice a person sometimes. He’d go out of his way to help anyone, even if they didn’t deserve it or if it put him at risk. She loved him for it, but in this situation, it was a downside. Molly pushed her face into her hands as tears began to slowly flow out of her eyes.
The detective moved back in his seat and put the notepad down. “We can take a break if you need it Ms. Reid.”
Molly sniffed and wiped her eyes as she looked up again, shaking her head. “No it’s fine. Let’s keep going. I just want to get this over with.”
The detective pulled his seat forward again as he nodded in understanding. He picked up the notepad again and looked back at her. “So you had never met your mom prior to the events of the past year, correct?” he asked.
“Correct,” answered Molly.
“Can you, to your best recollection, give an account from your perspective as to what happened last year in the weeks after your father died?” the detective asked slowly and cautiously.
Another deep breath for Molly. She wanted to cry, but she knew she needed to be strong. It’s what her dad always taught her. She wiped her eyes again before answering. “So...since I was only sixteen, they needed to figure out custody. My dad left me money, but I couldn’t legally access all of it until I was eighteen. So the idea was to let my dad’s bank take care of the money and work with me to come up with a plan for monthly payments that would allow me to live on my own. That is, until my mom decided to come into the picture.” Molly stopped for a moment, clearly trying to gather herself as anger began to mix with her sadness.
“What happened next?” the detective asked.
“Well, since she was my birth mother, and had no criminal record, the courts granted her custody. They agreed to let the bank give us monthly payments since my mom didn’t have a job. So that settled that, and within a week my mom and...him...were moving into my house to take care of me.” Molly said.
“Just to be clear, the man that you’re talking about is Mr. Richardson, your mom’s boyfriend, correct?” the detective tried to clarify for the camera.
“Yes. He moved in along with her. And it didn’t take long for me to figure out what he was.”
“And what was that?”
“A drug dealer.”
“Did you ever confront him about this, or try to bring it to the authorities?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
Molly once again found herself trying to stay composed as she began to talk about the hardest part. “The first time I brought it up with him, he told me if I ever told anyone, he’d kill me. And to prove his point, he...” Molly trailed off as she wiped tears from her face again. They were flowing a little more freely now. “...he beat me until I was unconscious.”
The detective grabbed a folder and opened it up, pulling out a few sheets of paper that were inside. “We found these on his computer. Can you just confirm that these are pictures of you?” He passed them to Molly, who covered her mouth as she looked at them. Any thoughts of not crying were gone as she looked down at the pictures on the table. They were of her, taken after that fateful night. Both eyes swollen nearly shut. Bruises covering her body as she lay on the ground, blood visible along with multiple cuts over her body. She had never seen these before, and had almost forgotten how bad it really was.
“Yes...t-that was m-me.” Molly stammered, trying to stop herself from crying, but failing.
“And this abuse continued for the past year?”
“Y-y-yes.”
The detective jotted some notes down again before asking, “And your mom never tried to stop any of this?”
Molly wiped her eyes again and clenched her fists. “N-No. She was always drugged up. She didn’t give a shit. She just wanted to wait until I was eighteen, get my dad’s money, and then probably kill me. I...I don’t know. My own mother...never even tried to stop him.”
She wiped her eyes again, sniffling as she tried to slow the tears down. She buried her head into her hands again.
“Thank you so much Molly. This seems like a good time for a break,” the detective said as he stood up from his chair. He slowly walked over to Molly and grabbed her by the hand, helping her to her feet. Molly felt weak, she clutched the detective's arm like it was the only thing that could keep her from collapsing to the ground. And at that moment, it probably was.
April 12th, 2016
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“Five minutes is all I want Molly. Please?”
Molly stared in disbelief as her mother stood in her doorway. She was unable to say a word as she looked at the woman in front of her, frozen in shock.
“Please Molly?” her mother asked.
After a few more moments, Molly snapped out of it. She turned around and yelled back into her house. “Sam! Call the cops! Now!”
Molly turned back towards her mother as Sam peeked her head around the corner to see that she had heard Molly correctly. When she saw who was at the door, she quickly turned around and moved out of sight.
Molly’s mom looked hurt as Molly stared icy daggers into her, not saying a word. “Was that really necessary?” she asked, “I just want to talk for five minutes.”
“What the hell do you want Kate?” Molly spat at her mother, calling her by her first name, which Molly knew she hated.
“I just...I just wanted to talk to you,” she answered.
“We’ve got nothing to talk about and you know that,” Molly replied.
Kate nodded her head as she moved towards the house, as if trying to make her way inside. Molly stood her ground in front of her, continuing to stare at her and refusing to move and let her inside. Molly’s mom realized this and stopped trying, instead resigning to standing in the doorway. “We do Molly. You know we do.”
Molly could feel the rage boiling inside of her. “No. We don’t. And you know we don’t. The only thing that needs to happen right now is you need to get the fuck off my property and never come back.” It took everything she had to not punch her mother as hard as she could in the face. Instead, she continued to stare icy daggers into Kate’s soul.
“Molly look. I’m not the woman you think I am. I’ve changed," said Kate, "Before I went to prison, I was lost. I didn’t know who I was or what my purpose in life was. But this past year in prison, I gave myself over to Jesus, and He opened my eyes.”
Molly actually laughed out loud when she heard that last part. Kate’s face frowned as she stopped talking about hearing that laugh. “What’s so funny?”
“You,” Molly answered. “You found Jesus? Are you fucking kidding me? Could you be more of a fucking cliche right now?” Molly laughed again, but in more of a ‘can’t believe this is really happening’ kind of way.
“I know it sounds cliche but it’s the truth. He’s helping me turn my life around Molly. I gave my life over to Him, and He’s told me what I need to do. And the first thing I need to do is make things right with you,” she said, as serious as could be.
Molly’s laughter from earlier quickly vanished as her face once again turned into a glare as she towered over her mother. “Excuse me? Make things right with me? What the fuck do you think you did to me, missed a birthday or something? Nothing you can do can ‘make things right’ with me.”
Kate began to stutter a bit, before eventually taking a deep breath. “Look Molly, I know what I did to you-”
Molly quickly interrupted. “No. You don’t fucking know. You have no idea what you did to me.”
“Molly, listen…”
“No you listen!” Molly snapped back at her mother, “You want to know what you did to me? Because of you, I can’t have a real relationship with anyone. I don’t trust anyone. It’s almost impossible for me to open myself up completely to someone thanks to you. I constantly look for attention because I never got any from my mother growing up. I feel worthless most of the time because my own mother didn’t give a shit about me when I needed her the most. I still wake up with nightmares. I’m an insecure, self-loathing, untrusting mess of a woman because of you Kate. That’s what you fucking did to me!”
Molly was shouting now, and people walking towards the beach beside her house had stopped to take notice. Molly’s mom noticed this too, “Molly, please, keep it down.”
“NO!” Molly shouted back at her. “I want everyone to know what a wreck I am because of my own cunt of a mother! And now you come here, trying to ‘make things right with me’? What the hell is wrong with you?! What the fuck gives you the right to ask me to forgive you?!”
“Molly I’m sorry!” Kate said back to her, “I know I can’t change what I did, and it’s disgusting. I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just want you to understand that I’m not that kind of person anymore.”
“Get the fuck off my property right now!” Molly had had enough. This was exactly the reason she didn’t want her mother ever finding her. Every bad memory she had was coming back to her, and she hated it. She hated her.
“Molly...please…”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Molly was screaming uncontrollably now as a crowd was starting to form. “GO AWAY! STAY OUT OF MY FUCKING LIFE! JUST DO ME A FAVOR AND KILL YOURSELF!” Molly started moving towards her mother, who realizing this, began to back away. At that moment, Sam quickly ran and grabbed Molly, pulling her back inside and slamming the door shut in Kate’s face.
“FUCK!” Molly screamed again as she stormed back into her house. She was blinded with anger now, she couldn’t think about anything except memories of what her mom did to her. Molly picked up a chair and threw it as hard as she could at her TV, smashing it and sending it crashing to the floor. Sam came over to Molly and quickly wrapped her up in a hug, Molly stood there, still angry. But quickly, that rage turned to sadness, and Molly began to cry uncontrollably into Sam’s shoulder.
April 15th, 2016
*ON CAMERA*
The screen flicked on to a shot of Molly Reid, sitting in what looked like a hotel room. The TV was on in the background, but there was no sound. Molly smiled as she began to speak.
“Hey y’all. It’s been a long week. But now it’s almost time for the Gold Rush Rumble! As y’all know, not only do I have that fatal fourway match I talked about, but I also get to compete in the actual Gold Rush Rumble. And I couldn’t be more pumped up. This match is my chance to really make my mark here in FGA. It’s one of, if not the biggest match every year in FGA, so I’m pretty excited about it.”
“I would be lying if I said that the prize for winning this match wasn’t something I’d be interested in. I think anyone would be. Getting a chance to fight for the FGA World Championship at All-Star Showdown V would be a dream. Whether that’s against Cyn or Zero, it doesn’t matter. It’s a chance to step into the ring and go one-on-one with the best wrestler in FGA. Ever since I stepped foot in FGA, I’ve said countless times that I just want to be challenged every single match. All I want is to fight the bes, and there truly is no one better than the FGA World Champion. So yes, I would love a chance to step into the ring with them, and I’d get that chance if I were to win this Rumble match. But I’d also be lying if I said that was the main reason I’m doing this match.”
“I want this for the respect. Nobody could ever forget the winner of the Gold Rush Rumble. You’ve got Dom Harter the first two years, and Cordy Stevenson last year. Big names that nobody will ever forget. Names that are synonymous with greatness. Do I compare myself to either of them? Of course not. But nobody can deny the winner of the Gold Rush Rumble the respect that they deserve for outlasting nearly thirty other wrestlers and coming out on top. That’s what is driving me to succeed in this match.”
“Just a few weeks ago, before my six-man tag team match against the Law Offices team, I got into it with some people about my wrestling. There were the usual Annie comparisons, the talk about how I can’t wrestle, yadda yadda yadda. Nevermind the fact that we won that match. Nevermind the fact that I made the winning pinfall against a team handpicked and including Tony Carmine, the man many are picking to win this Rumble match. Nevermind the fact that not one person congratulated me for winning that match even though pretty much NOBODY thought we could do it. Again, I’m used to that lack of respect, even when I’m successful. No, none of that bothered me as much as this did.”
“The assumption that I’m not passionate enough about wrestling. When I heard that, I really got angry. Nobody and I mean nobody can question my passion for this sport. I fucking bleed for wrestling. Every time I step into that ring I sacrifice my body, my blood, my time, my fucking life for wrestling. I put it all on the line when I tie up with someone. I’ll never hold back or give a half-assed effort. Wrestling is my entire life. It’s the one thing I love more than anything else in the whole world. There’s a reason I’ve tried quitting three times, and every single time I end up back here just months later. Because I would do anything for wrestling. So for someone to question my passion for this sport, it makes me angry. But I decided right then and there, that never again would I allow someone to question my love for wrestling. And that all starts this Saturday at the Gold Rush Rumble.”
“Just look at this match. There are at least twenty-seven other wrestlers that I’ll have to outlast to be declared the winner. Those are really slim odds for anyone entering that match. And that doesn’t even take into account some of the names. You’ve got guys like Tony Carmine, the man many are picking to win, and why shouldn’t they? He’s a phenomenal wrestler. Ricky Valero, Johnny Cannon, Johnny Karma are some others that nobody would be surprised to see come out winners. Then you’ve got girls like Salem, like Annie, like Izzy, like Savannah, just to name a few of them. All more names that could easily win this match. I could spend time talking more in depth about each and every person in this match, but why bother. There are so many great wrestlers that it’s just not worth it. The winner of this match is going to have to put forth a near-superhuman effort. But you know what name nobody is talking about as a potential winner?”
“Molly Reid. Do most people even know I’m in this match? Doubtful. But even if they do, certainly nobody is picking me to win. And why would they? What have I done to deserve that kind of respect? The answer is nothing, yet. I have zero pressure on me. Nobody expects much out of me. If I were to come out and get eliminated right away, would anyone even bat an eye? I would be surprised. But I can guarantee you that that isn’t going to happen. I’m coming into this match with more motivation than I have in a long time. And that’s what is going to propel me to be successful in it.”
“After this match, nobody will ever question my passion for this sport again. Because I’m going to go out there and leave it all in the ring. People want to talk about strategy and how they’re going to win this match. But there are twenty-seven other wrestlers who are going to throw a big wrench in that strategy. I’m just going to go out there and wrestle. I’m going to wrestle harder than I ever have before. Give it my all until I can’t go anymore, and then give some more. If anyone wants to eliminate me, they’re going to have to throw my dead body over that top rope. That’s the only way I’m leaving that ring Saturday night. This is my chance to show the rest of FGA and everyone watching that I can wrestle with the best of them. People may not know or care that I’m in this match Saturday. But after the Gold Rush Rumble is over, they’ll sure as shit remember me.”
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“Are you comfortable Ms. Reid?”
A seventeen year old Molly Reid nodded her head yes, as she clutched her hands together in her lap. She was staring straight down, right into her hands. Even when the question was asked she didn’t look up, simply nodding wordlessly.
“Excellent. If you need anything, anything at all, you just ask.” The man was wearing a suit as he sat across from her. They were in a small room with a large mirror on one of the walls. There was a video camera in the corner of the room, recording everything going on. There was a police officer standing near the door of the room. The man in the suit looked at the camera before looking back at Molly, who was still staring down. “I’m just going to ask you a few questions. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or want to take a break, just say so. If there are any questions that you don’t feel comfortable answering, just say so. Do you understand?”
Molly nodded her head. The man saw this and responded quickly, “we’re going to need a verbal confirmation Ms. Reid.”
“Yes,” Molly said, finally looking up at the man for the first time, “I understand.”
“Good,” the man looked back down at a sheet of paper in front of him. He looked back at Molly before speaking, “Your full name is Molly Katherine O’Reilly, is that correct?”
“Yes,” Molly answered again, clenching her hands even tighter when the name Katherine was said out loud.
“And your father’s name is, was, Jack O’Reilly?” he asked.
Molly nodded her head in confirmation, unable to speak words when it came to her late father. She missed him more than anything, and just didn’t even want to think about him or else she’d break down.
“Tell me how much you knew about Katherine Burns prior to this past year, if you can,” the man asked again, clearly getting into the tougher questions now.
Molly took a deep breath. She had prepared for this for a few days, but still, the reality of talking it was terrifying. After what she had been through, she just wanted to forget about it forever. She certainly didn’t want to keep talking about it, but she knew she had to if she wanted everything to finally end. So after a few moments of silence, she took another deep breath and answered the question. “Well I never knew my mom. Growing up my dad told me that my mom died in childbirth. So I grew up thinking that. It was only a few years ago that my dad finally told me the truth about her.”
“And what was that truth?” the detective interrupted Molly.
“That my mom was a child-abandoning drug addict. She left my dad and me really soon after I was born. My dad said he thought it was just postpartum depression and always kind of assumed she’d come back. My dad was such a good person that he always believed that no matter the person, they always had a sliver of good in them. And that’s all he ever saw, sometimes to a fault.” Molly had learned from a young age that her dad was just too nice a person sometimes. He’d go out of his way to help anyone, even if they didn’t deserve it or if it put him at risk. She loved him for it, but in this situation, it was a downside. Molly pushed her face into her hands as tears began to slowly flow out of her eyes.
The detective moved back in his seat and put the notepad down. “We can take a break if you need it Ms. Reid.”
Molly sniffed and wiped her eyes as she looked up again, shaking her head. “No it’s fine. Let’s keep going. I just want to get this over with.”
The detective pulled his seat forward again as he nodded in understanding. He picked up the notepad again and looked back at her. “So you had never met your mom prior to the events of the past year, correct?” he asked.
“Correct,” answered Molly.
“Can you, to your best recollection, give an account from your perspective as to what happened last year in the weeks after your father died?” the detective asked slowly and cautiously.
Another deep breath for Molly. She wanted to cry, but she knew she needed to be strong. It’s what her dad always taught her. She wiped her eyes again before answering. “So...since I was only sixteen, they needed to figure out custody. My dad left me money, but I couldn’t legally access all of it until I was eighteen. So the idea was to let my dad’s bank take care of the money and work with me to come up with a plan for monthly payments that would allow me to live on my own. That is, until my mom decided to come into the picture.” Molly stopped for a moment, clearly trying to gather herself as anger began to mix with her sadness.
“What happened next?” the detective asked.
“Well, since she was my birth mother, and had no criminal record, the courts granted her custody. They agreed to let the bank give us monthly payments since my mom didn’t have a job. So that settled that, and within a week my mom and...him...were moving into my house to take care of me.” Molly said.
“Just to be clear, the man that you’re talking about is Mr. Richardson, your mom’s boyfriend, correct?” the detective tried to clarify for the camera.
“Yes. He moved in along with her. And it didn’t take long for me to figure out what he was.”
“And what was that?”
“A drug dealer.”
“Did you ever confront him about this, or try to bring it to the authorities?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
Molly once again found herself trying to stay composed as she began to talk about the hardest part. “The first time I brought it up with him, he told me if I ever told anyone, he’d kill me. And to prove his point, he...” Molly trailed off as she wiped tears from her face again. They were flowing a little more freely now. “...he beat me until I was unconscious.”
The detective grabbed a folder and opened it up, pulling out a few sheets of paper that were inside. “We found these on his computer. Can you just confirm that these are pictures of you?” He passed them to Molly, who covered her mouth as she looked at them. Any thoughts of not crying were gone as she looked down at the pictures on the table. They were of her, taken after that fateful night. Both eyes swollen nearly shut. Bruises covering her body as she lay on the ground, blood visible along with multiple cuts over her body. She had never seen these before, and had almost forgotten how bad it really was.
“Yes...t-that was m-me.” Molly stammered, trying to stop herself from crying, but failing.
“And this abuse continued for the past year?”
“Y-y-yes.”
The detective jotted some notes down again before asking, “And your mom never tried to stop any of this?”
Molly wiped her eyes again and clenched her fists. “N-No. She was always drugged up. She didn’t give a shit. She just wanted to wait until I was eighteen, get my dad’s money, and then probably kill me. I...I don’t know. My own mother...never even tried to stop him.”
She wiped her eyes again, sniffling as she tried to slow the tears down. She buried her head into her hands again.
“Thank you so much Molly. This seems like a good time for a break,” the detective said as he stood up from his chair. He slowly walked over to Molly and grabbed her by the hand, helping her to her feet. Molly felt weak, she clutched the detective's arm like it was the only thing that could keep her from collapsing to the ground. And at that moment, it probably was.
April 12th, 2016
*OFF CAMERA*
“Five minutes is all I want Molly. Please?”
Molly stared in disbelief as her mother stood in her doorway. She was unable to say a word as she looked at the woman in front of her, frozen in shock.
“Please Molly?” her mother asked.
After a few more moments, Molly snapped out of it. She turned around and yelled back into her house. “Sam! Call the cops! Now!”
Molly turned back towards her mother as Sam peeked her head around the corner to see that she had heard Molly correctly. When she saw who was at the door, she quickly turned around and moved out of sight.
Molly’s mom looked hurt as Molly stared icy daggers into her, not saying a word. “Was that really necessary?” she asked, “I just want to talk for five minutes.”
“What the hell do you want Kate?” Molly spat at her mother, calling her by her first name, which Molly knew she hated.
“I just...I just wanted to talk to you,” she answered.
“We’ve got nothing to talk about and you know that,” Molly replied.
Kate nodded her head as she moved towards the house, as if trying to make her way inside. Molly stood her ground in front of her, continuing to stare at her and refusing to move and let her inside. Molly’s mom realized this and stopped trying, instead resigning to standing in the doorway. “We do Molly. You know we do.”
Molly could feel the rage boiling inside of her. “No. We don’t. And you know we don’t. The only thing that needs to happen right now is you need to get the fuck off my property and never come back.” It took everything she had to not punch her mother as hard as she could in the face. Instead, she continued to stare icy daggers into Kate’s soul.
“Molly look. I’m not the woman you think I am. I’ve changed," said Kate, "Before I went to prison, I was lost. I didn’t know who I was or what my purpose in life was. But this past year in prison, I gave myself over to Jesus, and He opened my eyes.”
Molly actually laughed out loud when she heard that last part. Kate’s face frowned as she stopped talking about hearing that laugh. “What’s so funny?”
“You,” Molly answered. “You found Jesus? Are you fucking kidding me? Could you be more of a fucking cliche right now?” Molly laughed again, but in more of a ‘can’t believe this is really happening’ kind of way.
“I know it sounds cliche but it’s the truth. He’s helping me turn my life around Molly. I gave my life over to Him, and He’s told me what I need to do. And the first thing I need to do is make things right with you,” she said, as serious as could be.
Molly’s laughter from earlier quickly vanished as her face once again turned into a glare as she towered over her mother. “Excuse me? Make things right with me? What the fuck do you think you did to me, missed a birthday or something? Nothing you can do can ‘make things right’ with me.”
Kate began to stutter a bit, before eventually taking a deep breath. “Look Molly, I know what I did to you-”
Molly quickly interrupted. “No. You don’t fucking know. You have no idea what you did to me.”
“Molly, listen…”
“No you listen!” Molly snapped back at her mother, “You want to know what you did to me? Because of you, I can’t have a real relationship with anyone. I don’t trust anyone. It’s almost impossible for me to open myself up completely to someone thanks to you. I constantly look for attention because I never got any from my mother growing up. I feel worthless most of the time because my own mother didn’t give a shit about me when I needed her the most. I still wake up with nightmares. I’m an insecure, self-loathing, untrusting mess of a woman because of you Kate. That’s what you fucking did to me!”
Molly was shouting now, and people walking towards the beach beside her house had stopped to take notice. Molly’s mom noticed this too, “Molly, please, keep it down.”
“NO!” Molly shouted back at her. “I want everyone to know what a wreck I am because of my own cunt of a mother! And now you come here, trying to ‘make things right with me’? What the hell is wrong with you?! What the fuck gives you the right to ask me to forgive you?!”
“Molly I’m sorry!” Kate said back to her, “I know I can’t change what I did, and it’s disgusting. I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just want you to understand that I’m not that kind of person anymore.”
“Get the fuck off my property right now!” Molly had had enough. This was exactly the reason she didn’t want her mother ever finding her. Every bad memory she had was coming back to her, and she hated it. She hated her.
“Molly...please…”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Molly was screaming uncontrollably now as a crowd was starting to form. “GO AWAY! STAY OUT OF MY FUCKING LIFE! JUST DO ME A FAVOR AND KILL YOURSELF!” Molly started moving towards her mother, who realizing this, began to back away. At that moment, Sam quickly ran and grabbed Molly, pulling her back inside and slamming the door shut in Kate’s face.
“FUCK!” Molly screamed again as she stormed back into her house. She was blinded with anger now, she couldn’t think about anything except memories of what her mom did to her. Molly picked up a chair and threw it as hard as she could at her TV, smashing it and sending it crashing to the floor. Sam came over to Molly and quickly wrapped her up in a hug, Molly stood there, still angry. But quickly, that rage turned to sadness, and Molly began to cry uncontrollably into Sam’s shoulder.
April 15th, 2016
*ON CAMERA*
The screen flicked on to a shot of Molly Reid, sitting in what looked like a hotel room. The TV was on in the background, but there was no sound. Molly smiled as she began to speak.
“Hey y’all. It’s been a long week. But now it’s almost time for the Gold Rush Rumble! As y’all know, not only do I have that fatal fourway match I talked about, but I also get to compete in the actual Gold Rush Rumble. And I couldn’t be more pumped up. This match is my chance to really make my mark here in FGA. It’s one of, if not the biggest match every year in FGA, so I’m pretty excited about it.”
“I would be lying if I said that the prize for winning this match wasn’t something I’d be interested in. I think anyone would be. Getting a chance to fight for the FGA World Championship at All-Star Showdown V would be a dream. Whether that’s against Cyn or Zero, it doesn’t matter. It’s a chance to step into the ring and go one-on-one with the best wrestler in FGA. Ever since I stepped foot in FGA, I’ve said countless times that I just want to be challenged every single match. All I want is to fight the bes, and there truly is no one better than the FGA World Champion. So yes, I would love a chance to step into the ring with them, and I’d get that chance if I were to win this Rumble match. But I’d also be lying if I said that was the main reason I’m doing this match.”
“I want this for the respect. Nobody could ever forget the winner of the Gold Rush Rumble. You’ve got Dom Harter the first two years, and Cordy Stevenson last year. Big names that nobody will ever forget. Names that are synonymous with greatness. Do I compare myself to either of them? Of course not. But nobody can deny the winner of the Gold Rush Rumble the respect that they deserve for outlasting nearly thirty other wrestlers and coming out on top. That’s what is driving me to succeed in this match.”
“Just a few weeks ago, before my six-man tag team match against the Law Offices team, I got into it with some people about my wrestling. There were the usual Annie comparisons, the talk about how I can’t wrestle, yadda yadda yadda. Nevermind the fact that we won that match. Nevermind the fact that I made the winning pinfall against a team handpicked and including Tony Carmine, the man many are picking to win this Rumble match. Nevermind the fact that not one person congratulated me for winning that match even though pretty much NOBODY thought we could do it. Again, I’m used to that lack of respect, even when I’m successful. No, none of that bothered me as much as this did.”
“The assumption that I’m not passionate enough about wrestling. When I heard that, I really got angry. Nobody and I mean nobody can question my passion for this sport. I fucking bleed for wrestling. Every time I step into that ring I sacrifice my body, my blood, my time, my fucking life for wrestling. I put it all on the line when I tie up with someone. I’ll never hold back or give a half-assed effort. Wrestling is my entire life. It’s the one thing I love more than anything else in the whole world. There’s a reason I’ve tried quitting three times, and every single time I end up back here just months later. Because I would do anything for wrestling. So for someone to question my passion for this sport, it makes me angry. But I decided right then and there, that never again would I allow someone to question my love for wrestling. And that all starts this Saturday at the Gold Rush Rumble.”
“Just look at this match. There are at least twenty-seven other wrestlers that I’ll have to outlast to be declared the winner. Those are really slim odds for anyone entering that match. And that doesn’t even take into account some of the names. You’ve got guys like Tony Carmine, the man many are picking to win, and why shouldn’t they? He’s a phenomenal wrestler. Ricky Valero, Johnny Cannon, Johnny Karma are some others that nobody would be surprised to see come out winners. Then you’ve got girls like Salem, like Annie, like Izzy, like Savannah, just to name a few of them. All more names that could easily win this match. I could spend time talking more in depth about each and every person in this match, but why bother. There are so many great wrestlers that it’s just not worth it. The winner of this match is going to have to put forth a near-superhuman effort. But you know what name nobody is talking about as a potential winner?”
“Molly Reid. Do most people even know I’m in this match? Doubtful. But even if they do, certainly nobody is picking me to win. And why would they? What have I done to deserve that kind of respect? The answer is nothing, yet. I have zero pressure on me. Nobody expects much out of me. If I were to come out and get eliminated right away, would anyone even bat an eye? I would be surprised. But I can guarantee you that that isn’t going to happen. I’m coming into this match with more motivation than I have in a long time. And that’s what is going to propel me to be successful in it.”
“After this match, nobody will ever question my passion for this sport again. Because I’m going to go out there and leave it all in the ring. People want to talk about strategy and how they’re going to win this match. But there are twenty-seven other wrestlers who are going to throw a big wrench in that strategy. I’m just going to go out there and wrestle. I’m going to wrestle harder than I ever have before. Give it my all until I can’t go anymore, and then give some more. If anyone wants to eliminate me, they’re going to have to throw my dead body over that top rope. That’s the only way I’m leaving that ring Saturday night. This is my chance to show the rest of FGA and everyone watching that I can wrestle with the best of them. People may not know or care that I’m in this match Saturday. But after the Gold Rush Rumble is over, they’ll sure as shit remember me.”
