Post by Action Reel on May 10, 2023 12:05:09 GMT -5
It’s raining today. I find it very relaxing and comforting as each drop lands and creates that satisfying sound that makes you want to lay back and just… sleep. I watched the gray sky form larger and larger clouds with the rain growing stronger and the more rain there is, the more inspiration I find through the natural beauty of the planet.
Then, the awful and horrible thoughts I have towards people begin to set in, they creep their way into my thoughts like a parasite.
A parasite that I enjoy having.
It’s feels as though it’s my only friend at times. I make myself believe that just like everything else I have to believe. Until, He showed up… He’s changed me, made me feel whole. Who is He? What is He? I don’t believe it matters because He says the right words to me. Maybe, He’s the parasite and He’s finally become a physical manifestation of my own imagination? Nah, other people see Him, so He has to be real. Right?
I unintentionally introduced Him to Lissie the other day shortly after he arrived. We were just out getting vegan cake because I llve that shit and He just casually walks up.
A Few Days Earlier
“I told you this cake is the best I’ve had just about anywhere, kinda like you!” Alice Smiles with blushed cheeks at Lissie who still sat there looking forlorn. “How can you still be frowning like that with such a delicious cake in front of you, Lissie?”
“The cake is great…” She responds half-heartedly.
“Not so great, clearly. Do you want to talk about him? I’m right here if you-”
“Stop. I really don’t want to talk about any of that right now.” She looks Alice in the eyes with a very dead serious expression.
“Fine. Not talking about it is really not gonna help you at all though but I’ll respect your wishes.” Alice leans back in her chair and folds her arms, now looking around to her side trying to avoid interacting with Lissie.
Very suddenly, a very well-dressed man approaches the two women and removes his hat, revealing his left-parted hair and his devilish smile. Alice looks at him and his presence sends a chill down her spine.
“Bonjour, Ladies. I don’t want to take up much of your time but I couldn’t help but notice two of the most worthwhile athletes in the game today and had to give my well-wishes to you both.” His voice comes out as very charming and comforting to both of them who relax their shoulders a bit.
“Appreciate it. Did you want a picture or something?” Lissie seemed annoyed and agitated from being interrupted by a random man regardless of his charisma.
“No no, I promise I just wanted to wish you both the best of luck and I hope I see more of your brilliance soon.” He continues to stare directly at Lissie with his eyebrows very slightly furrowing as he continues to observe her.
Well, maybe you should leave now, huh? The words are nice and appreciated but we are having some private lifetime so that means no fans, old man.” Alice glares at him but her glare is shared when he looks back over at her. The smirk he has staring at Lissie was no longer there when he stares at Alice. “I really think you should leave”
“I bid adieu in that case. Don’t want to intrude any longer on Lissie Hope and Alice Gemini’s afternoon.” He puts his hat back on and courteously bows before beginning to walk off. He begins walking in the direction that Lissie can still watch him as he leaves.
As a large crowd begins passing, Lissie is able to notice the same man just standing completely still and staring at her through the hoard of people. He smiles as his eyes begin glowing amber. Lissie freaks out and jumps out of her seat but as she does this… he’s gone.
I’ve signed a new contract with AW to be in Havoc. I was hoping writing it down would make me more excited.
It hasn’t.
I almost don’t experience excitement anymore. Except for when I’m around Lissie I think? She told me about what she saw the other day at that cafe’ and it has me worried… Does he know her? He kept staring at her and it was very unnerving but I know I couldnt do anything even if I wanted to. He wouldn’t hurt her if I didn’t want her hurt, I know this. I have to know it. Everything he told me though was so comforting and I hate that. I hate being made comfortable because it shows a bit of weakness and I hate doing that in front of people more than anything. If I’m going to have a moment of weakness it’s going to be when I’m alone and I can fight my monsters by myself. I don’t need help from him, Lissie, or anyone.
That’d imply anyone would be there to actually help me. That’s another delusion I’ve created in my head is thinking people care about my mental health.
They don’t.
I’ve sorted it out myself thus far and I will continue to do so. I’ve won multiple championships by myself and I’ll keep winning them by myself because who the fuck needs people that love you? I’ll win Havoc and celebrate by myself with the biggest bottle of champagne and blood that I can find.
What does Havoc mean to me though? What effect would it possibly have on me?
One Week Ago
Alice sits in a wooden chair with her hands interlocked. Across from her is that man with the left-parted hair and the extremely nice suit. He tries to keep eye contact with her but her eyes wander the mostly empty room that only had two wooden chairs and an old wooden bar with no bottles in it.
“I don’t know.” Alice’s eyes finally reach his Amber colored iris’ and her eyes begin to water but she slaps herself to prevent them and he doesn’t even blink at her actions.
“You do know, Alice. Hurting yourself is much like a lion who’s the king of his pride stepping on something sharp and now he’s been almost rendered useless from being unable to utilize his paw to defend his territory. If you strike yourself like that when revealing emotions, who’s to say that your enemies won’t just do the same now that they know when you show your emotions that’s also when you let your guard down. Deal with your inner troubles so that they may not become outer troubles. Don’t ever show weakness because the hyena’s will reveal their laughs and take advantage of you. We both know you’re far stronger than you think.”
Alice continues to look him in the eyes and his speech brings her tears out. She stands up aggressively by tossing her chair over and pacing around the room with her hands behind her head. He looks down at the chair and seems mildly annoyed at it being flipped over.
“What do I do about them though?” Alice desperately stops pacing to face him and waits for an answer.
“You know the answer to that question already, Alice.” He says calmly without breaking eye contact with Alice.
“I don’t though! I don’t want to hurt her!”
“Some answers are not always the most appealing but those are also the same ones that produce genuine results. If you want this bad enough, you’ll do what needs to be done.”
“FINE! I want it. Anything I have to do just so that I become the best, the strongest.”
“Good!” He pops out of his chair with perfect composure and he flips the other wooden chair back on its legs. “I already have a plan made for you! I do hope you’ll love it, darling.”
I have to win Havoc. Not for a purpose of a championship but because I need to make that statement. I win Havoc and Torture has to give me absolutely anything I fucking want. I want the biggest contract in AW history, I want the World Title out of Jill’s disgusting little hands, and I want to be presented like the fucking Superstar that I and every one of those suits in management know that I fucking am!
When I took time off to figure out what I wanted in life and to also be a successful metal lead singer, I had to sit back and realize how ungodly bad that AW needs me to kill Jill Park! I leave and suddenly the ratings plummet for Action Wrestling. I think even Paramount is on the brink of cutting off the TV deal. I’m what’s best for that company and they know this because with Jilly holding the title hostage, she went from having the top rated match in the history of Monday Night Clash with me to now not having the attention of anyone but Jake Paul.
What was I doing in the mean time? Being in the top scandal in all of pro wrestling! I was champion for months in CULT. It wasn't until I was cheated out of my United States Championship that the ratings went down because having a guy named James Freedom was supposedly more marketable than I am. Really fucking showed them huh? That United States Title has been more irrelevant than it’s ever been. I don’t even give a fuck about that title anymore because been there done that, I’m not lowering myself to his level when I know I had him beaten and just like a true American, he stole what wasn’t his. He can keep it though because that’s just punishment that AW management and their fans fucking deserve.
The only belt I give a damn about now if AW gives me the contract I deserve is obviously that of the World Title. Any less and it’s just not worth my time when I know that I am worth the time. They NEED me to save them because their fans are thinning out, the merch tables have short lines, and the show just isn't as brutal anymore without Alice Gemini.
Wednesday Night
Alice sits upside down on a bean bag while she stares at her turned-off television with a lifeless look in her eyes. Her eyes had become a complete abyss devoid of any thoughts or emotions… just black. The sound of 3 knocks pierce her eardrums and her icy blue iris’ return to what they were and she flips upside right, landing on her bare feet. She peers outside of her front door and outside is… Him. He stands there with that snide smirk that he always had on his face. His hair seemed to never move and to see him out of any expensive suit was seemingly impossible. Alice debates even letting him in and makes him wait a moment and he just continues to stand there patiently waiting with that same fucking face.
“What do you want? I don’t want to invite you in.” She almost hides around the corner where he can barely see her and his expression still doesn’t change.
“My dear, I’m just here to talk business. No ulterior motives. Cross my heart.” He scoffs to himself and turns his head in the direction Alice was trying to hide. “You have not yet become Caesar, Alice. There is no dagger behind my back nor is there one seeking yours.”
“Yeah? I know your tricks because I use the same ones, fucker. No way in hell am I letting you in my house!” She reveals herself and flips him off with both hands.
“The saying ‘No way in hell’ would deny the possibility of hell in cases like this, no? Soon you will give me permission to enter your house and your statement will be proven wrong. As you know, Alice, hell is a very real place and when you look around and see the sun during the day or the stars during the night, we’re in it. This world that surrounds every living person is what Hell is, it’s appearance unmasked. It’d be wise to just let me in so we may chat.” He says as if using his words as a lockpick. His words send chills down Alice’s spine who stands there clenching her jaw and gnashing her teeth together.
“Oh, I”m sure… try again next time you-” She starts to turn around and walk away from the door to escape this situation but she falls into a dark and bottomless pit as soon as she turns on her heel. She falls in slow motion and can’t get any sounds out or stop herself. She was just falling and falling with no end. A sense of panic and dread set over her as she has no idea how to get herself out of this, the first time she feels like she can’t do anything.
A red face with antlers appears in front of her as she continues to fall in slow motion and it moves and watches her at its regular speed.
“You may kep making the same mistakes over and over or you can do what you have to and invite me in. The cycle will never end as long as you do nothing to put a stake through its heart. Just open the door and you’ll stop the cycle, Alice.”
She crashes through what she belives is the celing and she lands on her behind with enough force than makes her squint in pain. She gathers herself and as she gets back to her feet she notices Him still standing there with that god awful FUCKING face.
She swings the door open and his smile grows wider. He steps through and pats Alice on the shoulder as he passes her.
He showed up at my home last night and… forced himself in. He threw me down a fucking hole, I can’t explain it. He really just wanted in to talk ‘business’ and he’s so off-putting. Even just the aura that he brings around with him gives me hints of rancid.
He sat me down and wanted to discuss my future in AW with me? It was odd cause how the fuck does he even know what my situation is?
I told him it was complicated and that I just wanted more money and I wanted more respect. The work I did to make AW the greatest promotion can’t just be undone because of contract disputes. I worked my magic in CULT and look how great it’s doing now! I’m the King Midas of Pro Wrestling because everything I touch and everything I just simply breathe on is turned to fucking gold.
When I look at everyone who’s still even in Action Wrestling who’s going to get thrown out by me you have failures like Jonny Cedrone, Odin Balfore, and Chase Jackson. Then you have the mainstays that always do well like Carter Shaw, Corey Black, and Downfall. The range is vast here in AW and it’s no one’s fault but Jill Park’s.
AW has become the playground of the television star and it all stems from her.
He told me that it was once home to a very strong and powerful organization that made everything have a reason. Made it seem- nah, it definitely wasn’t that. He told me that everything eventually needs a little nudge so that they get past their fear of the dark and that nudge just so happens to push them back to where it needs to be. Where it needs to be is with me, The Brutal Bitch with the sharpest fangs and the most venomous tongue. It has spotlights and celebrities when it should have candles, blood, and gruesome and violent matches.
Yet, we’re stuck in a state that has lost intrigue.
Be the woman to commit Regicide when no one else can. Without a sound, she falls to the ground with a mouth full of her own blood.
Last Sunday Night
Alice enters the same abandoned building she had met with Him a few nights ago. She looks around at the decaying walls full of mold and graffiti and sees a “PH” sprayed onto one of the larger walls that may have been some sort of reception area. Could this have been some sort of hospital? She continues slowly through the abandoned building searching for Him but the longer she remains here the less easy she feels. This building gives off a seriously wrong vibe and it has Alice nervous and apprehensive about continuing. She keeps looking over her shoulder, deciding whether or not to turn around and just leave.
She freezes in place, her heart feels as though it has turned to stone. In front of her is a closed door that is completely identical to her childhood room. It has the Three Days Grace and Avenged Sevenfold posters on the front exactly how she remembers and across the top, it reads “Alice” in a custom metal font that she painted on. She shakes her head and winces her face as she approaches the door cautiously. There’s a small sticky note on the doorknob that Alice picks up and it reads “Come in.”
This almost angers her that He would go to such lengths to tap into her childhood. She places her hand on the doorknob and exhales heavily while twisting and pushing it open. The room is pitch black, she can’t see a single thing except… a small book a few feet away in the of the room.
“Obviously a fucking trap. Maybe I should though… could be some bullshit childish test.”
She rolls her eyes in disgust and casually walks into the pitch-black room and picks up the book. She looks down at the book and no surprise to her, it’s Alice in Wonderland.
“Oh wow! How original! I totally haven’t done this gimmick bef-” She’s interrupted by the floor giving way from underneath her, sending her falling. It wasn’t the building however, she had fallen into an abyss where she continuously falls and falls just like the other day when He was staring at her through her front door. That time she was falling in slow motion but now she falls at full speed with no bottom anywhere near. What felt like over an hour of falling is finally interrupted by the voice of Him just like last time.
”You haven’t learned a single thing. You obviously knew it was a trap but you couldn’t help yourself because anything involving your childhood gets to you, it’s like a drill constantly having a go at your brain. It’s always there and it’s oh so loud and there’s no escape. So, what do you do? You enter the dark room with your favorite book in it because that’s what gave you comfort. You would hide in the dark and read Alice in Wonderland when you would need to escape from your father. That’s why you continue to fall because you want to be in your wonderland just like her. You want your own Mad Hatter so you go to your happy place to escape the realities of what’s wrong with you.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP HAVING ME FALL!!!”
“Patience continues to elude you as well, Alice. How can you hope to achieve your goals when you can’t win the battle within your own skull? I was in the very next room and all you had to do was ignore that door. You failed and now you’ve been granted your wish of falling into a rabbit hole and you won’t get out until you’ve reached your wonderland.”
Alice screams and covers her eyes with her hands and the feeling of falling comes to a complete stop. She slowly moves her fingers open and peaks through her middle and ring finger. Around her is her vampiric castle that she manifested in her mind. All of her minions await her in a line and bow to her will. She walks past them as they all remain in a bowing stance.
”I’m not supposed to be here right now…” Alice looks at all of her minions not moving a muscle as she approaches her castle. Waiting for her at the entrance was… Lissie Hope pegging her ex-boyfriend but she was staring right at Alice.
“Your infatuation with their lives has begun to affect your own. The longer you obsess over Elizabeth, the longer you’ll go without a World Title. You more or less relinquished your world title just for the sake of ruining their lives. That’s inherently evil of you, Alice. What good do you get out of it? Do you want to sleep with Elizabeth? What then if you do? You’re satisfied and you’ll leave them alone?
“That’s not how it is!”
What about poor Serenity Holmes? You destroyed her entire babyface persona because you just wanted the Womens championship. You desecrated her mother’s grave, Alice. You attacked Johnathan in a graveyard just to destroy the grave of someone you don’t even know. But if you must know, Elizabeth had a brother.
Alice’s eyes narrow and hearing this information. She contemplates all of her actions in complete silence and she drops to her knees. The background around her begins to slowly dissolve and He begins to appear hovering over her. He looks down at her with the same grin he always has. A tear rolls down Alice’s face who was still in shock.
“Good girl. Realizing what you’ve done is the first step to shutting off that emotion switch you have. You’re such a special girl, Alice.”
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
Lissie had a brother? No no NO! I was going to smash her brother's grave? I’m a horrible friend but I guess I always knew that…
I think Cherry loves me. Like, Love loves me and I just ignore it because she’s just my best friend and I’m scared to lose her.
He can’t be right about this. I enjoy doing what I do.
Maybe he is right. Do I enjoy what I do?
I’m an evil bitch.
I love being an evil bitch.
They all love me being an evil bitch.
I AM THE BRUTAL BITCH.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
I’m gonna eat the throats of everyone who dares touch me in Havoc.
Downfall can shut the fuck up, no one likes him
Corey Black is an old decrepit piece of shit who deserves to be in the dirt. He might like that though.
Serenity Holmes will NEVER get one over on me again.
Carter Shaw is just a blue-eyed cuck who should disappear again for his own good because he can’t handle a real woman.
Lissie Hope…
Havoc is MINE! Jill Park is MINE! That World Heavyweight Title is MINE!
I want everyone to HATE ME
Hahahahahahahahahaha!
Hate me, Hate me, please fucking hate me. Hate drives me, it always has. I don’t want love and compassion, I want FUCKING HATE!
Hahahahahahahahahaha!
Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies,
Ashes Ashes
You all fall down
Ring around the rosie
What do you suppose you can do to fight the darkness?
In which you drown.