Broken
Jun 14, 2016 18:50:11 GMT -5
Post by Tritch. on Jun 14, 2016 18:50:11 GMT -5
(NOTE: Sorry for lack of coding and such, forgot my damn computer at work so hard to do on my phone.)
There was a knock on the door, but nobody moved to answer it. There wasn’t much light in the room, beyond the faint sun shining through the curtains. Clothing and trash littered the floor of what otherwise appeared to be a fairly nice room. A sigh came from the side wall, where a young girl sat in front of a mirror, blonde hair hanging in front of her face. A muffled voice called from outside the room.
“Alright, Beck. I-” a pause. “I’m going to head to the gym then, feel free to meet me there if you want.”
His presence lingered on the other side of the door for a moment, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she just kept staring forward into the mirror, through the strands of blonde hair covering her face. Finally, with an empty, emotionless expression, she carefully pulled the hair away from that side of her face, showing a deep purple bruise covering the entirety of her cheekbone. The blood vessels in her eyes had all popped, making her eye appear more red than white.
The emotionless expression on her face slowly changed to bitterness, to anger. She gritted her teeth and stood up, turning toward the door and grabbing her bag on the way. When she opened it, Mason was still standing there, and he tried to hide his concern at her appearance. “I’m going to break them. Both of them. Like they broke me.”
Without another word she walked through the house toward the garage, leaving Mason looking after her, his concerned expression finally breaking through.
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The past few weeks have given me more than time to heal. They've given me time to think. Time to focus. Time to get angry. Few experiences in my life have made me truly open my eyes the way that getting hit in the face with a baseball bat did. But I've had time to reflect on what put me in that situation, about what I did wrong.
Sure, the Baroness did something very wrong, but I have no one to blame but myself. My partner will try to take the blame, he'll think that he wasn't able to protect me, but it's not his job to protect me when he's protecting himself. It's my job to make sure he doesn't have a reason to feel like he has to.
I am a professional wrestler. I am a fighter. I am tired of saying we're going to do things, of saying that things will be different. I'm tired of worrying about what everyone else is going to do and think. So starting this week at Pride, I'm going to worry about me and my partner instead. I'm going to worry about what we're going to do, about what we're thinking.
I'm going to stop thinking about down the road, about what's around the corner, and focus on what's happening right now, right in front of me. And unfortunately for the Systemic, it's them.
We all have trainers. We all have idols. We all have people that we aspire to shape ourselves after. But most people draw the line at that- trainers, idols, aspirations. Not these two. These two completely removed their own identities in favor of literally reshaping themselves in their idol’s image. They are completely void of anything that is their own.
While that might sound messed up, or strange or whatever… In this businesses, in tag team wrestling, that's gotta be a bonus. Because they aren't two people trying to win a match. They are one person. One unit. And those are some steep odds to climb.
But we're go no to climb them, and then we're going to beat them. The odds, the Systemic… everybody. We’re going to beat everybody that gets put in our path, and prove that our winning the championship wasn't a fluke. To prove that Keegan and… the Baroness… beating us, that was the fluke.
There will be no flukes on Thursday. Mason and I are going to make the walk to that ramp, we're going to climb into that ring, and we're going to put on a clinic. We're going to show that having one personality, one image, one freaking consciousness or whatever the hell level they're on… it's not the only way to become united. It's not the only way to become one.
Right now, I feel broken. And destroying the Systemic at Pride is the first step toward changing that. I will settle for nothing less.
There was a knock on the door, but nobody moved to answer it. There wasn’t much light in the room, beyond the faint sun shining through the curtains. Clothing and trash littered the floor of what otherwise appeared to be a fairly nice room. A sigh came from the side wall, where a young girl sat in front of a mirror, blonde hair hanging in front of her face. A muffled voice called from outside the room.
“Alright, Beck. I-” a pause. “I’m going to head to the gym then, feel free to meet me there if you want.”
His presence lingered on the other side of the door for a moment, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she just kept staring forward into the mirror, through the strands of blonde hair covering her face. Finally, with an empty, emotionless expression, she carefully pulled the hair away from that side of her face, showing a deep purple bruise covering the entirety of her cheekbone. The blood vessels in her eyes had all popped, making her eye appear more red than white.
The emotionless expression on her face slowly changed to bitterness, to anger. She gritted her teeth and stood up, turning toward the door and grabbing her bag on the way. When she opened it, Mason was still standing there, and he tried to hide his concern at her appearance. “I’m going to break them. Both of them. Like they broke me.”
Without another word she walked through the house toward the garage, leaving Mason looking after her, his concerned expression finally breaking through.
---
The past few weeks have given me more than time to heal. They've given me time to think. Time to focus. Time to get angry. Few experiences in my life have made me truly open my eyes the way that getting hit in the face with a baseball bat did. But I've had time to reflect on what put me in that situation, about what I did wrong.
Sure, the Baroness did something very wrong, but I have no one to blame but myself. My partner will try to take the blame, he'll think that he wasn't able to protect me, but it's not his job to protect me when he's protecting himself. It's my job to make sure he doesn't have a reason to feel like he has to.
I am a professional wrestler. I am a fighter. I am tired of saying we're going to do things, of saying that things will be different. I'm tired of worrying about what everyone else is going to do and think. So starting this week at Pride, I'm going to worry about me and my partner instead. I'm going to worry about what we're going to do, about what we're thinking.
I'm going to stop thinking about down the road, about what's around the corner, and focus on what's happening right now, right in front of me. And unfortunately for the Systemic, it's them.
We all have trainers. We all have idols. We all have people that we aspire to shape ourselves after. But most people draw the line at that- trainers, idols, aspirations. Not these two. These two completely removed their own identities in favor of literally reshaping themselves in their idol’s image. They are completely void of anything that is their own.
While that might sound messed up, or strange or whatever… In this businesses, in tag team wrestling, that's gotta be a bonus. Because they aren't two people trying to win a match. They are one person. One unit. And those are some steep odds to climb.
But we're go no to climb them, and then we're going to beat them. The odds, the Systemic… everybody. We’re going to beat everybody that gets put in our path, and prove that our winning the championship wasn't a fluke. To prove that Keegan and… the Baroness… beating us, that was the fluke.
There will be no flukes on Thursday. Mason and I are going to make the walk to that ramp, we're going to climb into that ring, and we're going to put on a clinic. We're going to show that having one personality, one image, one freaking consciousness or whatever the hell level they're on… it's not the only way to become united. It's not the only way to become one.
Right now, I feel broken. And destroying the Systemic at Pride is the first step toward changing that. I will settle for nothing less.
