Post by Spayde Martinez on Jan 10, 2021 14:17:12 GMT -5
The shot opens on the screen of a small and old tube tv playing the tail end of the CruiserHavoc match.
A hammer flies in from off-screen and obliterates the image on the television by destroying the television itself. A voice rings clear as a bell.
The shot widens and Spayde Martinez stands over the shattered TV. The sense of mania hangs heavy in the air as Spayde takes hyperventilating breaths. Spayde’s hands remain out of sight as she stands with her back to the camera, her exposed skin wearing angry red marks that cascade down the flesh of her back.
Spayde swiftly reaches back and lashes herself violently with a multi-tailed whip. Welts rising. Blood pooling under the surface until it suddenly escapes out and runs down her back.
Spayde flogs herself as a penance for her failure.
Spayde whips herself a few more times before setting the implement on top of the broken TV and she turns to face the camera.
Spayde grabs turns to the whip and grabs it again. She pauses a beat as if to ensure the camera sees her torn and oozing flesh.
Fade to black.
MAE SCREAMS!!
MAE RUNS!!
MAE WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!
SPAYDE IS OVER!! SPAYDE IS OUT!! SPAYDE IS OUT!!
A hammer flies in from off-screen and obliterates the image on the television by destroying the television itself. A voice rings clear as a bell.
“I can’t bear to look at that shit anymore.”
The shot widens and Spayde Martinez stands over the shattered TV. The sense of mania hangs heavy in the air as Spayde takes hyperventilating breaths. Spayde’s hands remain out of sight as she stands with her back to the camera, her exposed skin wearing angry red marks that cascade down the flesh of her back.
“I have played witness to my own failure - to that
travesty - more times than I can count at this point.
The little girl who has no place between the ropes of a
ring eliminating the baddest woman in the business.”
Spayde swiftly reaches back and lashes herself violently with a multi-tailed whip. Welts rising. Blood pooling under the surface until it suddenly escapes out and runs down her back.
Spayde flogs herself as a penance for her failure.
“I could lie to myself, to the world and say I
didn’t lose or that I was robbed or that someone
took what was mine, but if I do that, I only set myself
up for more failure again down the line. I’ll never
learn or grow from my failure. I’ll never improve.
So I refuse to take that easy road. I, Spayde Martinez,
was eliminated from CruiserHavoc by someone who
more closely appears to be a small…frail…diseased
little child than she does a competitor in a
combat sport like wrestling. I fucking blew it.”
Spayde whips herself a few more times before setting the implement on top of the broken TV and she turns to face the camera.
“Mae, you represent my biggest mistake.
A career-low fuck up. You revel in that tape, but
I would hope that you are smart enough to realize your greatest
achievement will also be your end. You’re no different
than these dumb fucks who stormed the capitol building and
announced their identities to the world: you
think you did something to be proud of that will
change how we operate. But what I see is someone who
just painted a big target on their back. Like these stupid pieces of shit
who basically said “Hi, FBI!”, you, Mae, said “Hi, SPAYDE!”
and that’s probably more dangerous for you than the danger
the FBI will be for those traitors and more dangerous than a
fist full of pills was for your little hero. I’m not going anywhere
until I take that title off of your waist, Mae. I’d light
mine on fire in front of the world if that was the sacrifice I needed to
make to take your title away from you, to restore honor
to the belt in the first place. Right now, there is NO
honor in the CruiserWeight Division. There is NO honor
in being on this fucking roster. But after January 11,
there sure as fuck will be.”
Spayde grabs turns to the whip and grabs it again. She pauses a beat as if to ensure the camera sees her torn and oozing flesh.
“I own my failures, Mae. If you follow in your role-model’s
footsteps, what are you going to do about yours, take your turn at
swallowing everything in the medicine cabinet? This profession is about
focus. It’s about effort. It’s about drive. No one in the world has seen
you do anything except get a lucky break and worship a human
IV bag that’s always one bad night away from getting her
stomach pumped. You look up to a punching bag to know what
you’re doing. You’re looking up to a sentient
coke mirror. You’re looking up to someone who didn’t have the
courage to face me before she left to get locked up in a looney bin.
I punish myself for my failures. More importantly though,
I’m going to punish you for your triumphs, Mae.”
Fade to black.