Post by Caroline O'Hara Burchill on Aug 3, 2017 23:12:39 GMT -5
July 16th, 2017.
Charlotte, North Carolina.
“THIS IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT!”
In the heat of the moment, that was all that Caroline O’Hara Burchill could say as she stormed off into the backstage area. Her right arm was slumped, barely moving at all as the searing pain coursed through every part of it. The New Gen championship was simply being dragged in her left hand. Her pace was fast and furious; tumultuous and heavy like the beating of her own heart. As Caroline got close to a table though, she threw the belt down with as much force as she possibly could muster.
“Not bad enough that I got beaten by Trixie already. Nope! I have to worry about Tillman as well? Are you fucking kidding me?”
The list of challengers was beginning to stack up. Everyone was lining up to take her on; each wrestler making claims that they would be the next likely candidate to take her down. Her spot on the throne was being tested and threatened by everyone who had their eyes hungrily set on it. For once, Caroline knew what it was like to be challenged - and it scared her. Deep down inside her, she feared the worst. The idea of the precious material that she carried with her possibly being taken away from her when she least expected it was a thought she wished she hadn’t conceptualized; a thought that she wanted to keep floating aimlessly in the back of the same pink matter that created it. She could feel the wave of anxiety mounting on top of her as she sighed, running a hand through the messy, frazzled strands of her blonde locks.
To say that the stress was getting to her would simply be an understatement. Doubt clouded the young woman’s frame of mind and she could feel as if the world around her was spinning. Haphazard and relentless. She shouldn’t be in this kind of position - or in this weak frame of mind. She had never felt this vulnerable before. Ever since she got into the sport, Caroline made every single concentrated effort to come off as a woman without any flaws. She was heavily invested in the perception of being an undefeatable, unconquerable figure that everyone should fear. It was this indefatigable image that she wanted to maintain and persist, but those same foundations that she belt for herself were crumbling right before her very own eyes. It was a ghastly sight that haunted her, yet she couldn’t find a way to stop it. She was left to suffer - to feel the onslaught of misery that was heading her way.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of it.
“How did any of this even happen?”
The question came out in a distressed manner, mirroring the helplessness that Caroline felt inside. She sunk down, crouching as she covered her face with her hands. Still, no one was there to answer for her. The crew members looked on in confusion at the bewildered woman, although many of them went back to the tasks that they were originally doing. Amy - who typically accompanied Caroline to the shows - was not there to greet her. Instead, she had business matters to attend to in regards to other clients that needed her services. Caroline was just there, a mess of a woman. There were no hard fronts. Nothing that could conceal the weakness she showed. Although everyone else paid hardly any mind towards her, Caroline felt like the entire world was laughing at her. She was failing at being the dominant champion she promised to be… and the young woman greatly loathed failure. However, she wasn’t invincible. She proved to be mortal just like everyone else.
And that was her biggest fear: being just like everyone else.
So weak.
So miserable.
So pitiful.
Yet there was nothing that she could do.
She had fallen deep into this hole;
a bell that she could never escape from.
She just kept getting deeper…
And deeper…
...down the rabbit hole…
… of her own misery.
Charlotte, North Carolina.
“THIS IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT!”
In the heat of the moment, that was all that Caroline O’Hara Burchill could say as she stormed off into the backstage area. Her right arm was slumped, barely moving at all as the searing pain coursed through every part of it. The New Gen championship was simply being dragged in her left hand. Her pace was fast and furious; tumultuous and heavy like the beating of her own heart. As Caroline got close to a table though, she threw the belt down with as much force as she possibly could muster.
“Not bad enough that I got beaten by Trixie already. Nope! I have to worry about Tillman as well? Are you fucking kidding me?”
The list of challengers was beginning to stack up. Everyone was lining up to take her on; each wrestler making claims that they would be the next likely candidate to take her down. Her spot on the throne was being tested and threatened by everyone who had their eyes hungrily set on it. For once, Caroline knew what it was like to be challenged - and it scared her. Deep down inside her, she feared the worst. The idea of the precious material that she carried with her possibly being taken away from her when she least expected it was a thought she wished she hadn’t conceptualized; a thought that she wanted to keep floating aimlessly in the back of the same pink matter that created it. She could feel the wave of anxiety mounting on top of her as she sighed, running a hand through the messy, frazzled strands of her blonde locks.
To say that the stress was getting to her would simply be an understatement. Doubt clouded the young woman’s frame of mind and she could feel as if the world around her was spinning. Haphazard and relentless. She shouldn’t be in this kind of position - or in this weak frame of mind. She had never felt this vulnerable before. Ever since she got into the sport, Caroline made every single concentrated effort to come off as a woman without any flaws. She was heavily invested in the perception of being an undefeatable, unconquerable figure that everyone should fear. It was this indefatigable image that she wanted to maintain and persist, but those same foundations that she belt for herself were crumbling right before her very own eyes. It was a ghastly sight that haunted her, yet she couldn’t find a way to stop it. She was left to suffer - to feel the onslaught of misery that was heading her way.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of it.
“How did any of this even happen?”
The question came out in a distressed manner, mirroring the helplessness that Caroline felt inside. She sunk down, crouching as she covered her face with her hands. Still, no one was there to answer for her. The crew members looked on in confusion at the bewildered woman, although many of them went back to the tasks that they were originally doing. Amy - who typically accompanied Caroline to the shows - was not there to greet her. Instead, she had business matters to attend to in regards to other clients that needed her services. Caroline was just there, a mess of a woman. There were no hard fronts. Nothing that could conceal the weakness she showed. Although everyone else paid hardly any mind towards her, Caroline felt like the entire world was laughing at her. She was failing at being the dominant champion she promised to be… and the young woman greatly loathed failure. However, she wasn’t invincible. She proved to be mortal just like everyone else.
And that was her biggest fear: being just like everyone else.
So weak.
So miserable.
So pitiful.
Yet there was nothing that she could do.
She had fallen deep into this hole;
a bell that she could never escape from.
She just kept getting deeper…
And deeper…
...down the rabbit hole…
… of her own misery.
