Distress in a Damsel.
Feb 11, 2018 19:32:58 GMT -5
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Post by Camila Gonzalez on Feb 11, 2018 19:32:58 GMT -5
"My father was never proud of what I do. He was an overly-confident man compensating his insecurities with the abundance of riches. It's been three years since my mother passed away; I guess he's been suffocating me in his own way of protection. Little did he know, I am more than property. I'm his daughter, his only child. I'm all he has left and I'm not one to be molded into his vision. This world I was born into? I seek to shape into how I see fit but first, I need a platform for my voice to be heard."
OBLIGATIONS.
Surely no one could believe what the truth was. My time to be the greatest wrestler in all of professional wrestling was true but the more I studied the culture, it was lacking something. A void was open in its history. The more I pondered on it, it made me go mad with fury. How is that men have dominated the sport while women were pushed aside as we share the same attributes as they? Why was it that the poor and lazy were always considered to be legends when the elevated class of society were always hated? This is a sport with prestige, honor, and worth of the heavens. It should be considered that only the highest of this world should be deemed truly worthy to sit at the council of hall of fame. Yet they let dogs sit at the master's table, it was a blatant insult.
Here I arrive to Action Wrestling and already the response was typical; Predictable. Easily spotted from a mile away, the waves of insecurity and average intellect perpetuating the concept of negative empathy was a site to ignore. A blind eye turned to the usual blurry vision imposed by those who cannot see past their emotions. I already have the upper hand but as always, a statement needs supporting evidence to confirm its legitimacy. It starts with winning the Action Wrestling World Championship; Sacrifices has to be made. Cheyenne wasn't an asset. She's the liability of a balance sheet heavily favored to the losers, jobbers and waste management of the company. I'm the only woman with the resources to turn this company into a worldwide empire. The key is the Action Wrestling World Championship. Ironic isn't it? For the first time in the history of mankind, the distress is in a damsel.
Cheyenne doesn't have the power nor the intelligence to become a leader. She's a little girl in a world created for cannibalistic dogs. This facade of being a mysterious power portrayed in a fashion for the shadows of the underworld. To be honest, Cheyenne's intimidation factor weighs less than the final movie in the series of Resident Evil. Nonetheless, the girl an opponent, not the strongest but an opponent still. A quick work of her should set the pace for the rest of participants in the tournament. Either way, there's only one name that will be known.
Camilla Gonzalez.
XS Nightclub. Las Vegas, Nevada. February 10, 2018. 2345 Hours.
They could have done so much better this. This club was packed, the VIP section was however reserved for us. My agents could have chosen a better club but they wanted us to behave ourselves before my debut on Monday Night Clash. Look at these idiots having the time of their lives on the dance floor in such a run down club. How did this establishment even make it on the strip? Questions for later. We have to do our part in appearing for the club elevating its popularity but as long as the money is worth it, we pay our respect to society.
The golden chandeliers, the pool infested with common DNA, the terrible DJ playing terrible songs we heard on the radio every day. Our VIP section was the only salvageable section located of the top talent in the world. Of course, Camilla Gonzalez had to look the best in my one piece bathing suit designed by Calvin Klein. Gold and white; my brunette hair curled but felt like diamond silk blowing through the wind. A beauty not even Aphrodite could match. Everywhere I go, it turned to gold. I wouldn't say the same about Cheyenne though, I'll turn her into dust.
"This is such an amazing club!
A little groupie was maybe too excited as she sat beside me with her legs wide open for the world to see. I had to scoot away at least two spaces to the left; Wouldn't want my Vodka to be spoiled. In order to make her feel like she mattered, I gave her half a smile for half a millisecond before rolling my blue eyes away. She was too drunk to notice but thankfully, my security guard, Teddy, stood beside me. He's one of the few people I have left that could reason with me. Six four, two hundred and thirty pounds. Caucasian muscle with a beautiful superman chin. If he wasn't a bodyguard, he would go far in the industry. Hell, I might pull him out of the stint he's in and get him a job in Action Wrestling.
"Everything okay Ms. Gonzalez?"
"Of course Teddy. Let them enjoy their fun. I'll sit here and give them the benefit of being in my presence. It's more than they deserve."
"Remember Ms. Gonzalez, you have an important match tomorrow night. I suggest easing off the alcohol."
"Oh Teddy, don't be so crude. It's all for the appearance. We don't drink this cheap liquor, we only hold it to make us look like we're having a good time. If I ever ingested this, you have my permission to slap the drink out of my hand or take it and throw it on a peasant. For now, just let us live in the spotlight. The moment we get paid, we leave instantly. No questions asked, understand?"
"Understood Ms. Gonzalez. I'm quite pleased you're being very mature with this booking. You had some complaints about your social media."
"Excuse me?"
"A woman named Cheyenne made a threat against you."
Really? I couldn't hold in my laughter, it belted out from the bowels of my stomach. For him to bring up that little girl to my face over a social media comment showed how little he knew the game of the industry. It was a compliment. I'm in her head without her even realizing. I'm in everyone's head the moment they responded especially Lisa Foster who couldn't handle a joke. Eager little birds ready to fly but never got the training to keep a steady flight. I gestured for Teddy to sit down beside. Take a little break from his job, no harm would come to me period. He may by my bodyguard due to my agents but I know how to murder any peasant who starts a rebellion against a goddess. As Teddy sat down beside me in a polite gentlemen posture, I put my right hand on his shoulder and had that pleasant smile to warm him up.
"Teddy. In this industry, haters are a good thing. It lets you know how well you're doing. I haven't stepped into the ring ever. This is my first match and I'm setting the mood. I'm creating a psychology that everyone has their eyes fixed on me; They're waiting for me to make a mistake. Fall under pressure and just walk out of the company with my head between my two beautiful butt cheeks.
You don't know how easy it is to manipulate and control. Professional wrestling is more than physicality. The brain control the muscles, the mind is the strongest weapon we have and many in this sport, they don't have a strong mind like I do hence why I'll dominate everyone I see."
It may have taken more than enough words to speak my peace but it was necessary for Teddy to grasp the concept. He leaned back on the maroon couch in that cute little tight black plain shirt of his. His body was something I couldn't resist; However, I still had to keep it cute for the low riders to admire what they can never be. For now, the goal was to keep the spotlight on me so why not up the ante a little? I got up and strut my way across the glass paneled floor to the DJ section. Through a polite request, the microphone was in my head gathering all the attention of my followers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for having me at the XS Nightclub here in Las Vegas, Nevada! I truly say I am blessed to be here but I am more blessed to become the debut of Action Wrestling's World Champion in the future. Catch me on Monday Night Clash where I destroy Cheyenne, a nobody from nowhere, for everyone here! So lets have a good time!"
And there, I walked off stage having these fools chant my name. This was my own destiny.
USELESS.
The broadcast was live and the production manager gave the cue. To those witnessing this event, the scenery opens up to a woman cloaked in shadow as she sits in front of a fireplace. The fire burning behind the grail illuminate the lounge of a common room; The chandelier dangling above her as she continues to sip her tea in an etiquette see-through glass teacup. Who could it be that crosses her sexy thick caramel legs and leans back in her fur coat? None other than myself.
"You can't expect me to be one of these losers who will stand in front of a camera and just talk about what they achieved in life when we're still wondering who they are. Yelling at the top their voices to try and sound tough when really you have to lower your volume so your mother doesn't charge downstairs into the bedroom to drag you to your bedroom. I'll do you a favor and spare that pathetic cliche attempt to convince you what you already know. There is a great power at work here. A great power you do not understand which is why I took the liberty out of my time to explain what it is. It's called change. Humanity's biggest fear in comfort ability and the most dangerous asset to a company. Surely, the change of Action Wrestling spawning in professional wrestling will rekindle the flames of fallen wrestlers who bragged about being passionate to the business but for me, my story is different. My flame isn't rekindled, it's set ablaze."
The fire grew in my vision; I couldn't tell if my eyes were just glued to its magical properties or the answer had been revealed like a premonition into the element. It became clear that professional wrestling was the answer to shaping my life into the way I want it. I leaned back in my silk red dress while crossing my black high heels over the other. Hands interlocking and well rested on my lap, the camera kept steady as I continued my thoughts.
"Is it wrong to just enter into a world with hopes of being its leader? No. Action Wrestling needs an entity that can bring transform the developing business into the only empire that matters. It was created to ensure the future would never fall into the hands of filthy low life peasants who spent all their lives working at Walmart to pay their bills and vomit at their wrestling schools. Nor was it created to house psychotic individuals and put them back into relapse of their indecent ways. Perhaps it is too late. For Cheyenne has decided to return to professional wrestling for a chance to become a champion but as we all know, she's nothing more than eye candy for the freaks to buy their tickets. She has no real talent in the ring neither does anyone else in this tournament but me? I have all the talent in the world. I am a Goddess for a reason."
The sip of this tea was delicious. Soft lips pressed against the smooth material of the teacup with one sip of this delicious beverage was all I needed to make a point clear.
"Cheyenne has stepped into Action Wrestling because she wants legitimacy. She wants to feel at home and finally have her chance at becoming the top competitor in a company among others she's been in. The fact is that this woman who hasn't said anything to me but on social media thinks she can stop fate from weaving its hands in my company only personifies her ignorance. For a woman who can't see beyond her lack of intelligence replaced by psychotic impulses used to intimidate her opponents, she's not too bright on what it means to accomplish anything in the world. Cheyenne is a little girl surrounded by women and men who can see right through here. When I first heard of her, I wondered why would they deliver this poor child to me like they had nothing better to do. I'm not a charity worker; Never have, never will. It's not in my nature to just help someone who suffered all their life and improve them.
I'm not an AA meeting nor am I that much of a caring Goddess. How am I supposed to help someone who can't even help themselves? But Cheyenne is interesting no? The way her mind works, the way she thinks because she enjoys the company of eight legged freaks or hides in the corner in that rocking feeble position, she's supposed to be feared. The power of money is more threatening than someone who doesn't even know what mascara is all about. Poor girl. I pity here. I really do. She's all alone in the world. Ha!
But am I supposed to care? No. She means nothing to me. She means absolutely nothing to a woman like me who was born to be greatness. Who was created for the sole purpose of bestowing an extravagant nature of talent, beauty, charisma for the sheer reason to become world champion. Cheyenne is nothing special. The name is in fact quite atrocious. Probably an origin of a rebellious teenager who ran away from home because her parents didn't understand her need to collect My Chemical Romance CD's. She's going to suffer a beat down at the hands of my mercy. Blood will be spilled on my leisure but at least not on my clothes. She's not even worth the laces on my heels; Still, it will be very interesting to watch her walk down to the ring in a confident manner believing that she has something to offer in this business. They all tell themselves how important they are in society when history reveals many of her kind dying because we say so. Hate me if you want but the reality is this, only the elite of the world will survive through time and space. No one can fight it."
As I extended my right hand behind me, an intern from the production crew handed a picture of Cheyenne. Staring at it, disgust was what I felt. My stomach churning at the sight of this ugly creature. How could anyone be so proud to call this beast their daughter? Love really makes us do stupid things. Just staring at this picture made no sense as to what Action Wrestling was trying to do. Surveying everywhere around me, I got an idea in my head. It was sinister but an idea nonetheless. A smirk suddenly erupted from ear to ear. Beautiful.
"So this is the real you Cheyenne. Red hair, light skin, good eyes. Disgusting! This is the most pathetic looking woman I've ever seen besides Lisa Foster. I guess now Lisa can feel better; She's no longer the bottom of the barrel but as for you Cheyenne? Now I'm going to enjoy beating your face in down into the canvas in order preserve you some dignity. You ever looked at yourself in the mirror and just stand by to wonder why no one would even look at you? You're a deformity of life, an ugliness no one can even tolerate.
There's so much you do not understand Cheyenne. This world that belongs to me by right is the reason why you won't survive. Action Wrestling is my home; My domain to lead. From the moment I was a child, I knew I was a leader by heart. This sport needs a true visionary that can take this company to new heights and to have you at the fore front of it would mean its demise. You will never ever learn what it means to be a champion no matter your performances in UCI Wrestling or NBW. You are just nothing."
Crumbling the paper in the palm of my hands, it was rolled up into a ball before tossing it into the fire. It created a scorching ray for a mere second but in that little blazing second, I felt my body evolve. Witnessing that picture burn into ashes, seeing her face become nothing truly satisfied me. Sadistic? No. It was necessary evil but some might say quite red. We all make sacrifices and do things that doesn't look like it fits in our nature but we do it nonetheless. Cheyenee needed to be kicked out of the company right now.
"And my warning goes to all the men in this company. Do not feel at ease because I'm a woman. A rich and powerful one too; I am the description of the elite athlete in all of Action Wrestling. I'm the future inaugural World Champion destined to be the greatest of all time by birthright. Hold onto your little insecurities and go to bed at night knowing how pathetic you will look when I stand on top of the mountain. Realize my men, you will eventually fall to me not only as your world champion; The Goddess of Action Wrestling."