Love Letter to the Men in the Corner
Nov 27, 2022 9:05:23 GMT -5
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Post by Alice Gemini on Nov 27, 2022 9:05:23 GMT -5
Alice slides into a booth of a local breakfast joint on a dark and rainy night. Across from her is the most trusted man in her life, her true father, Vincent Bateman. He sits there with a serious look in his eyes as he fakes a welcoming smile to greet her. Alice removes her jacket and places it to her side before exhaling with emphasis. She gives him a worrying look as if she didn’t exactly want to be sitting across the table from him right now. It was Thanksgiving… One of the more rough days for her to handle throughout the year. Most years she spends this holiday in isolation due to her avoiding her problems and not wanting to think about her family. She’s always wanted a normal thanksgiving dinner with a happy family but she was never blessed with these things in her life. She becomes bitter and more filled with hate than usual because of her deep rooted jealousy. Vincent glances at Alice and back to his hand that are in his lap as he gathers his thoughts. They sit in silence aside from the restaurant team working in the back. The clanking of dishes, running of water, and the sizzling of the fryer. Only one other man sits alone on the opposite side of the place. “We’ll be with y’all in a moment!” One of the friendly looking waitresses shouts from behind the front counter. Vincent lifts his hand in her direction as a sign of appreciation. “So… uh, I hope you’ve been doing well in your new place. Been much quieter at the club since you took off, ya know?” He awkwardly breaks the silence. “Oh I bet. Now it’s just you alone with all of those little street girls now, what a shame.” “You catch me in my office one time and you never let me forget about it. That’s fucked up, Alice. I come here out of the kindness of my heart and this is how I’m greeted. I get it, you get all famous and forget the one’s that helped you get to where you are now. Nah it’s cool.” Alice leans over the table and playfully punches him in the arm. She sits back down still clenching her teeth and fist still clenched. ”You know damn well I’ll always have love for you and everyone else around here. I like to remind myself that if you forget where you came from then you’ll become the worst version of yourself.” “Pretty sure you’re already the worst version of yourself.” “Go fuck yourself. I can’t stand existing on this day and you dragged me out of my nice and comfortable new place and you suck.” “Oh shut up. I didn’t want you to be alone. I made that mistake before and I’m not gonna do that to you ever again. I’m here for you to get whatever you want off your chest. I know you hate therapy so let’s look at this as some sort of healing conversation if you will.” “Are you fucking for real?” “I don’t know but I’m trying my best, okay? I heard you’ve been having some issues with your medication as of late. That’s what I wanted to talk about alright? I want you to be okay and I don’t know how to help you if you don’t let me help you.” Alice goes silent as she sinks into her seat and breaks eye contact and stares out the window to her side. She looks out at the dark parking lot and fixes her gaze on an apartment building across the way and sees the neon light from the restaurant's sign hit a small tabby cat as it sits on the railing of the fire escape. This image gives her a slight smile. She looks back at a worried looking Vincent. The air just feels different when a pay per view is among us. Turmoil has entered the building and we all go nuts right? A night full of high octane action and intense stories finally playing out. We find out who wins the wrestler of the year award and that’s cool and all but I’m not in the match so is it really that valid? Maybe, maybe not but what matters is that the real draw of action wrestling gets to be named number 1 contender and the many fans get to explode in applause as their favorite brutal bitch gets her hand raised with three little boys unconscious around her. This match is the true main event of the night because your girl is in it and wherever she is in the card is the main event. If I wasn’t in this match, these three would be having an undercard triple threat on Monday that everyone would forget about as soon as it ended. I bring the intrigue. Those filthy people out there are gathering around in Philadelphia right now to witness me. They want to behold their goddess, their Queen! I’m not so evil to deprive them of this regardless of how I feel about them. I’m gonna ignore the fact that they’re the worst group of fans in the entire country and dare I say the world. Philly is a disgusting cesspool of trash and If I wasn’t such a gracious Queen I wouldn't dare bring my aura to this radiated mess. My opponents fit right in though! They embody the single brain cell that the population of Philadelphia share. Fake pride, phony power, and smooth brains. “Other than tonight… I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I’ve learned to just escape and occupy my time with meaningless bullshit like fan meet and greets because that distracts me from the realities of my sadness. You think I want to think about this all the time? I’ve been taking my medication like a good little girl, ok? Is that really what you wanted to hear? I take that shit and escape to beautiful other worlds that I create in my mind and I love it. I love not being in my own body just for a few hours.” She looks back out the window at the cat who was now licking his own paw and living his life as carefree as it wants. “Why do we fight so hard to continue living? Everything could be completely horrible and unfixable and yet as humans we always fight to keep going. Did I ever tell you that I have an older sister?” Vincent’s eyebrows furrow instantly and he leans forward with his hands locked together. “You do? Why haven’t you ever brought her up?” He asks with the most confused tone. “She ran away when I was little and I never saw her again. For the longest time I’d hope she’d walk through the front door again and take me with her wherever she went. I gave up after a few years and I just wanted to quit everything at that point. She was my only friend and losing her really hurt. I had no one and I kept walking forward and I kept asking myself why? What’s the point when I saw no future for myself and I was going to die before 22. How was I supposed to know I was gonna actually manage to become somewhat successful?” “Alice…” Vincent continues to look at her even though she refuses to acknowledge him right now. She hates opening up to people and doing so is causing her to become teary eyed. “It’s bullshit that she was able to run away and leave with my parents like that. I had to suffer while she abandoned me. I want to find her so bad, Vince. I need to tell her that I didn’t her and her fucking promises. That I made something of myself without her. In spite of my father and her… I still made it.” “Damn fucking right you did. You’re just starting too! Your new place is gonna be loaded with championship gold and trophies in no fucking time because you’re Alice Gemini got it? You’re the brutal bitch that never stops pushing forward and never stops inflicting the most mothafucking pain!” Alice finally shoots a genuine smile in his direction. “Thanks… I just have so much to prove now. To myself especially because I need to know that I am who I proclaim I am.” “You’re that and so much more. You don’t need no-” “Uh, excuse me.” Vince gets caught off by a woman who stepped into the breakfast joint while closing her umbrella. The good boy, Jonny Cedrone found himself in another contenders match and it makes you wonder how easy it is to find yourself in these matches. Can anyone just step up and get themselves a title opportunity? My former tag team partner Alister McKissick is in the same boat. These two haven't really done much of anything to warrant a championship match. That leaves CJ Phoenix who does actually put in work, albeit very boring work that’s a slog to even watch but he’s working! Cedrone is just a fake tough guy who comes in with fighting experience and prays that’s enough to get him through the ranks. He has no rough edges and he’s as soft as you can get. If you poke his belly then he’d probably giggle like a little weirdo and tell me to ‘stop it’ with the softest little slap. That’s how I view Jonny Cedrone, a punk bitch that ain’t got nothing going for him but a couple of broke back king shits that took him in cause they almost shed a tear at his worthlessness. These three can have their jerk fest in the beginning of the match by shaking each other's hands and dicks all they want cause I’m going to take my time and pick my shots and ultimately win without breaking a sweat. I hate little cuck boys like Jonny because they just want to gain everyone’s respect and wants to stick his nose in everyone’s ass. He loves getting that broken nose right up in there and making it as brown as possible. I’d be shocked if doesn’t say ‘The good guys never win’ at least once a week to make himself feel better from being turned down by every woman that crosses his path. Punch CJ in the back of the head and become your own man, Jonny. Grow your own set and carve your own path. Don’t ride on their nut sack like a sled cause it makes you look way worse than you already had, buddy. Speaking of, I’m so tired of CJ Phoenix being considered a favorite and always being so beloved. What the fuck has he done to deserve so much admiration? There is nothing remarkable about him when I look at him. When you look at someone across from the ring you can feel that aura about someone whether they have that superstar feel about them or not. Naturally, I have the brightest and most intense aura of anyone with how popular I’ve become! CJ Phoenix is nothing more than an athlete with zero charisma. He’s the guy who’s decent when you want a showcase of athleticism in a match but as soon as you ask him to express himself or worse, cut a promo is when he falters and puts everyone to sleep. You and Jonny are supposed to be 2 of 3 trios tag champions and here I am teaming up with some loser who thinks puns are still funny in 2022 and I still beat you. Despite the outcome that you’d be upset with, I still pinned a champion to the mat for the full 3 count. Makes y’all look pretty weak when you’re trying so hard to look strong for your papa, Spencer. How about this, to handicap myself in this match I’ll allow Ash Blake as special guest enforcer and attack me as much as she wants to prevent me from getting the opportunity I so deserve. I’ll have a separate match all together while having a fatal 4 way! For the first time in Action Wrestling History a wrestler will compete in two different matches at the same time! Pussies like you would never take a match like that. I’m ready to go against anyone at any time as long as it benefits me. “I just got into town and my phone died a few miles out. I was hoping either of you knew how to get to the House of Blues from here?” Alice glares at the woman with the grumpiest expression possible. She doesn’t answer the woman but continues staring at her until she walks away. Vincent gives Alice a glance before speaking up. “Yeah, I'll write down the directions on this napkin for ya.” He takes a pen out of his jacket pocket and starts jotting down the directions. “You play in a band I’m guessing?” Vince asks the woman to break the awkward moment of silence. “Oh, no I am an agent for a band that's playing there tomorrow evening though. They call themselves ‘Nosferatu’. They’re real edgy guys but they’ve got all the teen emo girls squealing.” “I’ve heard of those guys! Real pieces of work, I tried getting them booked at my club a while back and it fell through. Maybe we can try again since you're their manager now eh?” “For sure! Here, I’ll give you my card and we can definitely make something happen.” Vincent hands the piece of napkin to the woman and puts the pen back in his jacket. “Thank you guys so much. It’d be awesome if I saw you both at the show tomorrow. Love to learn more about you guys. I should head out though, don’t wanna hold up your time.” She gives them both a quick smile and pops her umbrella back open and takes off back outside to her car. Vincent holds up the fancy looking card that is a bone white with a lettering called silian rail. It reads that her name is Victoria Scorpio located out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Alice snatches the card out of his hand and examines it with great observation. “The card’s very cool but it’s nothing. Something seems off about her though. Who the fuck just walks up to people like that? This is real life bitch, no one asks strangers for directions like that anymore.” “That was pretty weird wasn’t it? Worry about it later though, let’s finally order!” My lovely tag team partner McKissick is right alongside you in sharing the single brain cell because if anyone needs it, it’s him. Just like the other two he’s just a yuppy cuck who gets upset when someone uses the full ring to their advantage to pick up wins. I single handedly added a W to his record in Action Wrestling and he has the audacity to be upset with me because of how it happened? I’m going to be filled with joy as I show him just how much else illegal shit I can do in that ring now. Fatal 4 way and I can do whatever the fuck I want to these vanilla dorks. I get the pure joy of hurting all three of them in different explicit manners. The Brutal Bitch gets to feast at Turmoil and it’s an all you can buffet. I’m going to rip and tear these three cucks and they’ll be screaming simultaneously for me to stop and put an end to it. “Stop! You have your match! You deserve it the most anyways” is what they’ll be screaming. That won’t be enough to stop me though because these soy boy’s deserve every single cruel action that they have coming. Unending pain and misery. You won’t be able to make a single pun ever again when I’m through with you, Alister. Clearly I don’t mind beating these guys that don’t make near the numbers I do because it’s just fun plain and simple and I don’t let it bother me that I’m not just being handed the United States match even though it’s rightfully my opportunity and I'll keep saying it because it’s true. I’ll walk out of Turmoil with another shot at Jill Park and I need this more than anything right now because I need to backtrack and correct the wrong. The things that should’ve never happened and won’t happen ever again. I am the center piece to this whole story, I am the Queen, the only way this ends is with me on top. I am the piece that Action Wrestling is relying on to take them into the future and to raise its value through the roof. That’s me. It’s always about me and I’m going to show that in the real main event of Turmoil. A close up shot of the woman who had interrupted Alice and Vincent is shown talking on the phone. “Yeah… I can’t believe it actually might be her. She had that same resting bitch face she always had, no way I'd forget it so easily. How- Should I even bring this up to her? I’ve been looking for her for so long and I can’t let her get away from me again… I have a promise to keep and this means more to me than any gig alright? Just get back to me immediately if you get anything from either of them.” She hangs up her phone and tosses it to her passenger seat as she comes close to breaking into tears. “My little Alice… I can’t believe I found you…” |
