Post by Caroline O'Hara Burchill on Aug 5, 2017 14:22:44 GMT -5
CAROLINE
the new classic.
"IT SEEMS LIKE PEOPLE ARE FORGETTING WHO I AM..."
A sigh. However, it wasn't one that stemmed from boredom or disinterest. Rather, this sigh was a more agitated one. Caroline O’Hara Burchill slumped in her seat, toiling around with a loose strand of her blonde hair as she looked to be deep in thought.
“One thing that I strive for is perfection. I want the image that I present out to the masses to be nothing less than an immaculate reflection of who I am as a competitor. It’s why I am always traveling the world practically killing myself in order to get my name out there and make people recognize who the fuck Caroline O’Hara Burchill is.”
“When I became the New Gen Champion back in March, I made a promise to both myself and all of you that I was going to do everything that I could to make this title the most prestigious thing in Redemption Wrestling. Sure - there are people out there with the notion that titles are nothing more than material possessions that don’t carry any merit to them. One of the biggest criticisms I get from everyone is that I care too much about winning championships. Another criticism? Apparently, I haven’t done enough with the belt that is in my grasp to warrant my title reign as having any importance - which I laugh at, because clearly, there are some of you that have your heads stuck so far up your asses that you don’t pay attention to what’s been going on.”
“Either that, or, you know. People are just carrying on with the whole Caroline-isn’t-a-serious-wrestler bullshit shtick. It’s getting old, guys. Seriously. Come up with some new fucking material for once.”
She rolled her eyes.
“However, I won’t get into the many ludicrous statements that many of my detractors have made as of recently, even in spite of how tempted I am to rip them all apart in a single sweep. I need to focus on what is ahead of me, and that very thing is One Night Only. An event that sees both Redemption Wrestling talent and outsiders alike squaring off against one another. Some feuds from around the world are spilling out onto to the canvas, and I guess this match can be considered one of them.”
“I mean, I don’t really have a lot of animosity towards my opponent. I just think that she’s nothing more than a crybaby bitch that needs to get over herself.”
Soon, a sly grin emerged and found a spot on her face. She chuckled, dropping her hand to the side as she continued.
“Oh boy. I’m sure that really put a tight knot in your knacker, huh, Betsy? Wouldn't be the first time I pissed you off.”
“If we really think about it, you have to admit that the reasoning for our upcoming encounter is rather silly. I simply proved to be the smarter and wittier competitor, doing what was necessary to advance into the All Female Invitational. You got mad, threw a hissy fit, and even made some threatening tweets towards me!”
A haughty laugh escaped from her. She carried on though with a simple shrug of the shoulders.
“I thought of the whole thing to be quite amusing. Hilarious, even. I taunted and teased you for a bit, but the idea for this match never came up to me up until Devlin asked if I wanted to face off against you. Easily, I could’ve said no - and trust me, that answer was right at the tip of my tongue. I wanted to roll my eyes and tell him to go fuck himself… but then, I decided that I could afford to embarrass you once again just for the hell of it.”
“Of course, I could never deprive myself of getting the opportunity to make a mockery out of someone. It’s a passion of mine, if you will. Now here we are… as a matter of fact, here you are, Betsy. I’ve given you the fight that you were seething at the mouth for all this time. You get the chance to get your little ‘revenge’.”
Air quotes around the word ‘revenge’. Still, Caroline doesn't let up on the mocking, scathing grin that's plastered on her face.
“Are you excited, my precious Betsy? Are you quivering in anticipation for the day when you and I meet in the center of the ring? I hope you are. I hope you’re so giddy at the thought when the heel of my boot crushes that pathetic face of yours. I hope you’re day-dreaming about every conceivable hold that I can put you in, making that little body of yours writhe in pain.”
“You want to know what else I hope, Betsy?”
In that moment, a genuine expression of delight and glee is emitted from her. With every word that comes out of her mouth, Caroline’s smile grew to be sinister; as if she was getting a sick, twisted pleasure out of every thought that is conceived in her head.
“I hope that you’ll learn to never fuck with me again.”
“Hopefully though you’ll prove to be a challenge worth taking on. No bullshit and no games. After all, imagine how much of an embarrassment it would be if, after all this time, you just got your ass handed to you. You screamed and kicked and cried about how much of an unfair meanie Caroline is like the insolent brat that you are. You got your wish, and you better make full use of it.”
“So, come on, Betsy. Give me everything that you’ve got. Prove to me that I’m not wasting my fucking time here with you. Give me the fight that you claim you’re gonna bring to me!”
She smirked. Reaching out with a finger, she curled it backwards; as if she was looking at Betsy and was beckoning her to come.
“I’ll be here, Betsy... Waiting ever so patiently for you to come and step up to me…”
She then laughed, throwing her head back as her sickening tackles resonates through the air.
