Post by vespertine on Apr 20, 2024 21:11:04 GMT -5
How do you want to be remembered? What kind of legacy do you want to leave? And once you leave do you think you will be the memories of all that saw you or will you fade away into the sands of time? How do you want to be remembered?
(The scene is of a church steeple in San Francisco, Ca. On a ledge overlooking the city stands Vespertine, her black trenchcoat duster flaps in a soft breeze.)
Immortality. We all want it. We all want to achieve it. We all want to leave a legacy. We all want to leave our mark upon this planet. Everyone tries but few have actually done it. The great ones are the ones whose names are forever etched in our minds . Whether they were famous or infamous it matters not. They achieved what they set out to do.
(She steps back into the shadows)
(She steps out of the dark alley beside the church, thenwalks down a street filled with hookers, homeless and “others”.)
But there will come a time when one can’t get back up and one will fail. When you fail, how big is your failure? Will it be felt over the years? Will it be felt by the community? Will it be felt worldwide? Will it be seen just by you? Will it be seen by others? What will you do when your time comes and your failure come to light?
(She stops and a car passes by. A man wolf whistles her from the side. She glances over at it and turns to go down the street. She goes through some people talking. They back up a step and watch as she continues walking. She turns another corner.)
When you fail, what do you do then? Do you stay down? Do you get back up?
(She steps around a street walker who has blocked her path. She smokes a cigarette and when Vespertine goes around her, she blows smoke in Vespertine’s direction then gives Vespertine the middle finger salute. Vespertine keeps on walking.)
I know how I want to be remembered. I know I will be remembered. My mountain will be huge. I will sit atop it and survey all that I have done and be proud of all my failures and accomplishments for I have learned from each and every one of them. When asked by Buddha, what’s the one thing I want to be remembered for, in my life. That I made an impact. I made a mark. I made my mark in every federation I have been in.
(She walks along a dimly lit bridge and stops in the middle and looks out over a darkened rail yard. She looks up and sees the lights of the city. A siren goes off in the distance.)
When I started this journey I didn't know where it would take me and over time, I became my own hero when I jumped in the ring. I started making a name for myself. This journey will never end until my time in life is up.
(She continues walking over the bridge)
How did your journey start? What's your mark? Do you want to make a name, a legacy, for yourself? Do you even know where to start?
(She gets to a place where there are no streetlights and disappears into the darkness beyond...)
(She stands at the top of a tall building. She gets to the ledge, jumps onto the ledge and looks around. She puts a small hand on the ledge between her legs to balance herself. In the distance you can see the lights from the Bay Bridge.)
After all is said and done, what kind of mark will you leave on this world? Do you think you will have made a difference? I’m often asked how come I started doing this. What drives me to keep going? It’s simple: the thrill of victory. The execution of a well fought match. The timing of a well placed maneuver, technical hold or high flying move. The cheers or boos from the crowd, the lights, the camera, the action.
(a pause in thought)
Will I ever tire of the squared circle? When I have had enough of defeat or victory, will I hang up my tights and call it a day? There will come a day when that will happen. I’m not there yet. I may never be there. Wrestling is in my blood. This is what I live for. This i what i die for. In each federation, I strive to succeed, strive to be the best I can be, be better than everyone else. I live for the victory. I live for the thrill. I live for the kill. And when I’m done, I’ll go out with my head held high. When all is said, and done, at the end of it all, satisfaction and pride was well worth the price paid. I enjoyed it every minute of it. I do what I do because I’m so very good at it.
(The wind whips up and blows her hair all over. She brushes it away. She jumps off the ledge onto the roof. She walks out of the alley and continues down the street.)
This business made me the woman that I am. Yes, I have failed. But I have also succeeded. One has to take the good with the bad. I have been broken, I have bled, I have been in a coma, I have been in the hospital many times. I have had broken ribs, arms, legs and even a shattered face. After all that, I get back up and came back for more. I keep on keeping on. All for the glory. All for the fame. All for the eventual power that comes with being a champion. All for the knowledge, of the fact, that: Respect is earned. NEVER given.
(She turns into another alley and disappears)