Post by Kayla Richards on May 25, 2017 3:27:59 GMT -5
Last night I had a real bad dream, babe you left me
You didn’t have a single word to say, you just walked away
You just walked away
Sitting around and waiting for the sun
Fall asleep and let the nightmare come
Fog rolls in gonna block the sun
I got enough hell for everyone
Kayla clasps her hands together with a wicked grin coming across her cherry red lips. Her long black hair flowing down on either side as she licks her tongue and shuffles sideways.
“Rags to riches. Has there ever been a more aptly named match for someone to compete in?. Three cases, two containing shots, one containing a filthy, disgusting rag. And ten of us. All scratching and clawing and fighting to get one of them. To even get in this match I had to beat the self proclaimed smartest man in wrestling Chuck Matthews and a veteran in Justin Harmony. I call him a veteran and not a respected veteran because let’s be honest here, no one respects Justin Harmony.”
“In fact I walked past a few un-named members of the Redemption roster taking bets on how long Justin stays before leaving the company. I’d say the chances of him being released took a huge upswing after I drove the back of his head into the mat. But I wonder how Chucky is feeling after I hit him with my knee. I bet I killed a few braincells right Matthews?.”
“But I’m not just here to gloat over the fact I’m amazing and awesome and I beat those two sexist morons. No. I’m here to remind the world that I am going to take one of those cases. Think about it. I get a shot at the new gen champion. If it is still Miss Burchill she and I could go at it and have a hell of a match and then YOUR King and Queen would have matching gold. We would be the golden couple of this company and the benchmark for all who stand before us in Redemption. Or what if I take the one with the Heavyweight title shot?. The king and the Queen one on one.”
Kayla giggles and reaches over taking a chess piece. The king staring at it, her eyes moving over it with that same grin from before. Her green eyes sparkling like emeralds as she places the King back down before pushing it over.
“Oops…”
“I want to make it known. I love Matthews Shields. He is my King, my lover, my protector and he holds my heart. But if I were to take down that case with the title shot in it I would step in the ring and do my best to cave in his skull to take that championship. Just like I know even though Matthew loves me with all his being he would do the same to me to keep said championship. Because that is what champions do. They don’t allow personal feelings or hangups get in the way or their dreams. In this match I will be going for blood and trust me when I say that I have no respect for any of you…”
“I don’t respect the Karloff's, the Jew Blazer, any of you. You might expect me to give a shit about Mark Storm and his Honor Championship. A title that has meant nothing since the first guy who held it. None of you are worth a good damn thing to this company and as a public service I will stop you from going anywhere near those cases. I mean can you imagine Martin Karloff getting a shot at Matt Shields?. You thought what Coda did to you was bad Martin? Could you imagine what I’m going to do or what Matt would do?.; Consider it a favor horror boy...I’ll stop you from being embarrassed further…”
“See this is something all of you need to understand, from that pompous wannabe hero Mark Storm to that boring moron Jack Tillman. I’m not here to be Matt Shields arm candy. I’m not here to just have fun and be a member of the roster. I’m,here to be the best. I don’t care who I have to go through to get there. That means all of you, Trixie, Blair Kivisto, Mason Moore hell even Coda. I will step in and walk through whoever I need to. For years I was put down and in others shadows but I finally figured it out…”
Kayla chuckles and gets to her feet, her long black dress flows with two large slits up the sides with gold accents, a golden headband in her hair.
“They were scared. See I have no conscience. No morality. People thought my sister was bad and some kind of sociopath but she cared. Me?. I don’t. And that’s the difference. I remember in high school they used to lovingly refer to me as “Psycho Kayla” But I’m not a psychopath, I’m closer to a sociopath. See a psychopath doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong. Their behavior and lack of empathy can be excused….”
“A sociopath, well...they know the difference between right and wrong. They just don’t give a shit. And that’s the thing. So many out there talk about honor and the heat of battle and how if they ever injured an opponent or ended a career they’d feel horrible and wish them well. But personally I couldn’t care less. And that is what you all have to deal with. If you step in my way, if I see you as an obstacle you have to wonder what am I capable of?...”
“Will I just drag you down from a case and kick you in the thigh or will I drag you down and break your leg to make sure you can’t climb anymore?. I have been holding back all my life putting on smiles and shaking hands and trying to show I’m a good person but if being with Matt has taught me one thing. It’s that when it all comes down to the end you only have your true family to count on…”
“Matthew is my family, I am loyal to him, to my mother to my sisters. If I bring someone close it’s a rare thing. But the rest of you?. The R.C Tuckers, the John Blades...personally I would rather watch you all burn while I stood laughing. This match is going to add to my glory, to my legacy. And whether it’s the heavyweight title shot or the new gen title shot or god forbid that disgusting rag...one of those cases is coming home with me and I will make damn sure the opportunity at a championship comes with it…”
“Cause...as I said before...What Kayla wants...Kayla gets…”
