Post by Addy A on Dec 16, 2022 22:25:51 GMT -5
“Think about it.”
“We’re all chasing something.”
“Epiphanies based on religious discovery. Enlightenment. The euphoric highs of veins filled with synthetic auras. Glory.”
“We’re all avoiding something.”
“The misunderstanding of religious depravity. Ignorance. The comedowns of disjointed lows once the synthetic aura fades to bleak. Darkness.”
“Yet, minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, week after week. We all repeat the cycle ad infinitum. No matter the previous outcomes we seek to replicate or replace time after time.”
“It’s a drug that we just can’t rehab.”
“It’s the drug that I just can’t rehab.”
Adelaide Ainsworth sat on the concrete benches watching her daughter play in the yellow sands of Venice Beach. She was sipping her regular morning Irish latte with her friend and somewhat confidante, Tristan Cross.
“Why?” he prods between mouthfuls of his chocolate protein shake.
“Why what?”
“You don’t need to throw your hat in CruiserHavoc, Aye. Why not take the show off.”
Adelaide looks at him with pondering eyes, “You’re wrong, Tee. I do need this.”
“But why?”
She smiles wryly, “Why does a junkie need heroin?” She finishes with an exaggerated shrug.
“Some would say that being a record breaking Television Champion should be enough of a drug to keep me sustained, to keep me chasing greater highs. But, alas, that’s not the fucking case. The more I retain the gold, the more I want - the longer my reign lasts, the longer I want, need it to last. It’s the search for the end of the rainbow. It’s always in sight, always just out of reach, no matter how much you chase it, no matter how you can smell it.”
“You can never have it.”
“If by some deity ordained miracle you do reach it. You do hold it. You feel the energy vibrate through your body.”
“You can never have enough.”
“That’s being a champion.”
“And wanting more.”
“Action Wrestling.”
“That’s why I need to be in CruiserHavoc.”
“Have you ever thought it was unhealthy?” Cross looks at Adelaide with his big blue eyes.
“But what about everything they lose?” He probes.
“But what about everything they gain?” She jabs back somewhat rhetorically.
“Do I want to emulate Jill Park and parade around as a double champion?”
“No fucking doubt I do.”
“It’s a certain raw energy that pertains to the panache that comes with carrying different straps on opposite shoulders. Fans lust over your success, they fall at your feet and fawn over every step you take. They want to be drawn into the shadow you cast, just for the chance of breathing your air.”
“What wouldn’t I fucking want that?”
“Why wouldn’t anybody?”
“There is nothing wrong with swallowing the elixir of the adoring sycophants.”
“It’s intoxicating.”
“It’s a drug.”
“It’s a fucking rush.”
“That only comes with being a champion - a double champion.”
“What happens to everything else around, Aye?” Cross asks her.
“Like what?”
Neveah is building sandcastles, as both her mother and Cross watch. She relishes in destroying each building with a brutal left foot stomp time and time again.
Silence envelopes the pair for what feels like an eternity.
“Like her.” Cross motions with his hand in the direction of Neveah Ainsworth.
“She’ll understand.” responds Adelaide, too quickly and clearly without thought to her answer.
“Will she?”
“The chaos of moments like this only serve to enhance the euphoric reality in which we place ourselves for these times. The countdown only serves to open the floodgates of adrenaline in our nervous system that fuels the rapid uptick of anxiety that drives our heartbeat.”
“Boom-Boom”
“It’s our heart radiating with each beat - just waiting for our time.”
“When it comes?”
“We explode into flight for the fight.”
“That’s CruiserHavoc.”
“That’s our drug.”
“The moment we enter between those ropes is akin to the needle piercing the vein. The kaleidoscope of colour changes our world. It's wild. It’s chaos. It’s the opposite of what we want and everything we need.”
“But CruiserHavoc?”
“It’s my serenity.”
