Dear Alice, please kill me
May 14, 2021 14:06:35 GMT -5
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Post by Jenna Bauer on May 14, 2021 14:06:35 GMT -5
Alice,
As far as I can make out, this all started a year ago when you were estranged from James and had a brief fling (although, let's face it, fling's too strong of a word) with Quixote.
You had an injured leg and your Havoc status was in doubt, although you'd been on a roll on CruiserClash up until that point. Many people, yes - including me, tipped you as a dark horse for last year's Rumble. You were on fire. No disputing that.
Quixote took you up a mountain and led you to believe you'd enjoy a picturesque, intimate date. Maybe something more.
Instead, he had a sudden case of commitment phobia, at best, malicious selfishness at worst. He left you on the mountainside, having to hobble God knows how far to safety. He left you demeaned, rejected, scared. You could've died. Your Havoc dream ended. It was totally inexcusable.
I wasn't surprised at this. In my previous relationship with the man known as QDT, before your paths crossed, I knew him to be an incredibly fascinating, loveable and romantic but ultimately damaged, immature, obnoxious and narcissistic individual. There was no way I could marry him, so I ditched him without looking back.
I'd always had sympathy for you. Whether it was this incident or your injury, you were never the same thereafter. A woman scorned. Unable to win, unable to stay relevant. Tail between your legs, going back to a sick and infinitely more deranged and despicable individual than the man who left you on the mountain. Little did I know, you and your other half, James, were simply two halves of the same twisted, evil shell.
My life for his.
As far as I can make out, this all started a year ago when you were estranged from James and had a brief fling (although, let's face it, fling's too strong of a word) with Quixote.
You had an injured leg and your Havoc status was in doubt, although you'd been on a roll on CruiserClash up until that point. Many people, yes - including me, tipped you as a dark horse for last year's Rumble. You were on fire. No disputing that.
Quixote took you up a mountain and led you to believe you'd enjoy a picturesque, intimate date. Maybe something more.
Instead, he had a sudden case of commitment phobia, at best, malicious selfishness at worst. He left you on the mountainside, having to hobble God knows how far to safety. He left you demeaned, rejected, scared. You could've died. Your Havoc dream ended. It was totally inexcusable.
I wasn't surprised at this. In my previous relationship with the man known as QDT, before your paths crossed, I knew him to be an incredibly fascinating, loveable and romantic but ultimately damaged, immature, obnoxious and narcissistic individual. There was no way I could marry him, so I ditched him without looking back.
I'd always had sympathy for you. Whether it was this incident or your injury, you were never the same thereafter. A woman scorned. Unable to win, unable to stay relevant. Tail between your legs, going back to a sick and infinitely more deranged and despicable individual than the man who left you on the mountain. Little did I know, you and your other half, James, were simply two halves of the same twisted, evil shell.
You were due an apology. You would've gotten that apology. When I reunited with Quixote, that beautiful yet ill fated day 3 months ago; February 22 this year, he had grown into the man I always dreamed he could become. I spent the day with him before you cruely took him from me and left me feeling the same desecration he'd left you feeling last year.
In those few hours reunited, I discovered a man who had all the traits that made me fall in love with him but with newly blossomed fundamentals - responsibility, honesty, humility, maturity. When he asked me to marry him again, I was ready to give him that second chance because I knew in my soul he had earnt it.
I hoped we could all get through this as peacefully as possible. Oh how distant that hope seems now.
I didn't mean to hurt Brookes. You know that. I understand gang culture. MS-13 couldn't let Brookes' injury go unanswered. They needed their pound of flesh, their eye for an eye. The trouble is... they took far more than an eye, far more precious a spoil than a pound of flesh. They killed Tawny and made an attempt on mine and little Debonair's life. Whether you tried to abort it or not, you had every power to make sure they weren't at that diner that night. Period.
Everyone knows, Tawny and I had issues. She tricked Quixote, seduced him while he was under the intoxication of Blue Velvet and had his child while he and I were closest. She was Ryan Elias' pawn, Leviathan's pawn, who knows who's pawn in order to obliterate QDT. But I wasn't spared from the shrapnel.
If anything good came of it, your abduction of Quixote brought Tawny and I to reconciliation. I came to realise that, like Qui, she too had changed. You and your people murdered a wonderful young woman who was only just discovering the goodness she could bring to the world and the world could bring to her. You left a one year old girl an orphan. You snuffed out the light of Debonair's life, leaving who - me? to pick up the pieces. And, I've since learnt that Quixote believes all 3 of us to be dead.
How, just how, is this a justifiable response to what QDT did to you and the accident with Brookes? Answer - it isn't. Do you have a heart? I'm sure your kids are ashamed of you. Although, knowing James, I'm not sure your children have ever felt anything but shame.
So here's where we're at today -
I am on the run with Debonair, QDT and Tawny's daughter, and I know that your MS-13 goons' bloodlust hasn't subsided. Why are they still after me, Alice? Call them off! I know I'm on borrowed time... so let's come to a deal.
I can't raise Quixote's daughter. She needs her Daddy. I don't have a family. My parents are both dead, I'm an only child. You have abducted my chance at true love. My job is on borrowed time because our warfare has severely tested AW management's patience, as numerous warnings would attest to. There's good people on this planet I count as friends, but I'm not pivotal to anyone's life.
So I propose this...
Take me. Do what you will - murder me, capture me, torture me, whatever. Release QDT. UNHARMED. Let him be with his daughter. He is no longer an AW wrestler and never will be again; he's been medically disqualified, remember? He doesn't threaten you nor James. LET HIM GET ON WITH HIS LIFE!!!
I know the cops are in your husband's back pocket so they're as useful to me as a chocolate teapot. However, it's best for both of us they don't know where we meet to do the exchange. I know you're travelling with James to Clash in Jackson this Monday. Quixote and I had a date in nearby Fondren 18 months ago. He'll know the location - ask him. 100 yards from the date site, there's an abandoned warehouse. Meet me there and let QDT go. I will not bring anyone with me. You have my word. I'll be waiting when Clash starts.
This is between you and me. Let's end this.
My life for his.