Post by Jessica | Rémiel on Jan 12, 2018 22:42:48 GMT -5
REMI FONTAINE
Chapter 1-2: To the Future!
West Coast Genesis CROSSROAD: ASCENSION
Vs. Izzy Roxx Vs. C.J. Lorson
First Person View: Remi!
In my hands, I slowly turn the camera to revolve around my bedroom. Or at least, what was my bedroom. It’s empty. Everything is packed and ready for the move. From Brooklyn, New York to Santa Monica, California… Literally across the country. At least it’s not across an ocean like last time. It’s a little after ten in the morning, the overcast light barely shining through the window. The room’s only light is on and the ceiling fan is moving at a medium speed. I can’t help but remember…
“It looks exactly like the first day we moved here.”
It does. In my mind, I see myself in the center of the room, age thirteen with long hair-don’t care and bright blue eyes full of hope.
“An empty room, a blank canvas waiting to become a masterpiece, and the way to a better, brighter future. My dad and I lived in France and Italy for the good majority of my life before we moved here. A freshman and a transfer student from the cities of Venice, Paris, Rome, and Mont-Saint Michel. A man who recently acquired his Master of Arts in Teaching for the French and Italian languages. We had temporary visas for a little while before Aunt Xaria paid for our U.S. Citizenships on our first Christmas together. It took a lot of testing and processing, but when they were presented to us for the first time, I cried. My dad and I didn’t feel so alone anymore. We had family here in New York City. We were going to stay here for as long as possible.
I’ve lived in Brooklyn for a little over four years. I celebrated birthdays and holidays with my entire family here. We’d even fly my grandma in from Venice at least twice a year. We’re still trying to get her a permanent visa to move here, but she’s kinda stubborn. Heh, that explains where my stubbornness comes from, but I digress!
I studied vigorously to keep up in school and earned my A’s and B’s. I would babysit my little cousins, Christian, Jacques, and Pénélope and bond with them. I started training for the wrestling industry under my aunt and my big brother, Tyberius “Ty” Buchbinder. Yup, he’s one of my mentors! I like to believe I’m his protégé, it’s even in my Twitter bio. But he has trained quite a few people in RISE. It wouldn’t surprise me if someone else was actually his legit protégé. Heh, anyways…
I graduated from Brooklyn Technical High School and went straight to Kingsborough Community College after the summer break. I just turned eighteen a little over a month ago on December 1st. I passed my first semester of college with flying colors and completed my request to transfer to Santa Monica College. My dad proposed to his girlfriend, Arria, for over a year on New Year’s Day and she said yes, so I’m going to have a future step-mother! I even got to experience my first-ever New Year’s kiss with my boyfriend, Jesse, and now I’m going to move in with him!”
Yeesh, I ramble a little too much. Guess I couldn’t contain my excitement. There are a lot of really good memories here. I think one of the only bad memories was that stupid, delirious asshole trying to take full custody of Aunt Xaria’s kids. Yeah, her ex-husband tried to make false claims that she was a terrible mother, but he THREATENED her! The piece of shit. Who knows where he is now? Probably banging another barely legal girl who looks like a cheap ass whore. Martin’s existence spiked his jealousy and he hasn’t been around since.
Good riddance.
Don’t ruin the moment. The camera’s rolling, so get back to it. I walk over to the center of the room, and mentally, I see my younger self slowly fade as I take his place. I’m an adult now. A young adult, but still. Eighteen years… Boy, this is quite the pinnacle of my life.
“I may be reflecting, but the reality is all of my belongings are packed and ready to go. The movers should be here soon. I’m just taking a moment to look back and realize… it’s time to move on. The same can be said about my slow-building wrestling career in WCG. Yeah, my record is one-and-two right now. I’ve lost against Jack Santore and C.J. Lorson. But then I made a huge comeback on the last Unscripted and beat Izzy Roxx! Didn’t something start off with oh-and-two before turning things around? I’ll choose the New Orlean Saints for five hundred, Bob! That’s the current NFL Season too. Was I down on myself after losing two matches in a row? Of course. I literally lost the second match the day after my eighteenth birthday. It sucked, absolutely sucked. But you know, I picked myself back up a few days later and told myself, ‘Remi, you can’t be discouraged! You lose some, but you also win some. If you stay negative, then negative results are going to follow you. You’ve been trained by LWA Hall of Famer Xaria Karloff and NGW Hall of Famer Tyberius King, two of the greatest wrestlers this industry has EVER seen! Never give up! Trust your instincts! You. can. do. this!’ Boom, I won my first-ever match in West Coast Genesis.
Of course, when I expected people to be happy for me, Izzy was only down on herself. C’mon, really? You can’t be happy for a friend who turned out he wasn’t a failure of a second-gen wrestler? Adam was too busy trying to cheer her up to congratulate me. Figures. Their little Bidoof crush is super obvious. Then my aunt and my dad were arguing with each other to really pay attention. The only people who actually congratulated me at the immediate time were my boyfriend, Ms. Melina Garrison, and Mr. Daniel Daemon. Says a lot, doesn’t it? Going into Crossroad: Ascension, I know for a fact I’m overlooked and underrated, at least by my peers. Ms. Mercedes seems to have faith in me. She was the one who suggested this match to Ms. Kaylee Kassie. A triple threat between myself, C.J., and Izzy for future consideration for the Long Beach division, maybe even the championship itself.”
I nod and switch the camera’s view so everyone can see me instead of the empty room. I push my glasses up with a finger and sigh.
“Am I still upset with Izzy? Eh, a little. I can understand her being down on herself. Like I said, I was the same way. If you don’t show a little bit of emotion after losing a match, something’s wrong. But seriously, Izzy, any little thing that doesn’t go your way seems to throw off the balance of your world! That’s not healthy. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a good girl, but come ON. Tone down the negativity a little. Your level of pessimism is ridiculous. You’re not going to win every match, but you’re not going to lose every match either. Back in eWo 2008, after momentous highs of being a multiple-time champion, my aunt was suddenly on a huge losing streak. She couldn’t defeat her longtime rival, Jack Darling, the Eternal Bastard and one of the company’s only Grand Slam Champions. Did she get upset after every loss? A little, yeah, but she immediately picked herself back up and tried again. There were moments of frustration and disappointment, yet she was never down for long. She kept fighting, fighting, fighting until she finally ended the losing streak by becoming eWo Commonwealth Champion in 2009. THAT’S why she’s as successful as she is in the wrestling industry. She never gave up! She never allowed herself to be negative for too long!
You need to do the same, Izzy! It’s okay to feel down and out here and there, but to constantly beat yourself up is reckless and stupid! You’re eighteen now, just like me. It’s time to grow up, be more mature-- even a little, and keep moving forward. It’s time to let go of your negative, pessimistic ways and move on to better, positive thinking. If you win this match, I’ll be more than happy to congratulate you. I won’t put myself down and make a FRIEND feel bad. That’s not the right thing to do. If I win, I hope that you can actually, genuinely congratulate me and be happy for me, rather than sulk in a corner and feel sorry for yourself. Because really, if that happens again… you’ll be lighting a bridge on fire.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Okay, so maybe I was still a little more than upset with her. I’d like to think I have the right to feel this way. Looking into the focal point, I offer a nod and a weak smile.
“Don’t worry, C.J., I haven’t forgotten about you. This is a triple threat match, after all. There’s no way I can leave out the second guy who beat me in this company. Underestimating you would be a grave mistake, especially in this kind of scenario. I don’t have to be pinned to lose and that’s dangerous. Fortunately, I’ve been receiving intensive training from Aunt Xaria and her husband about the concept and execution of being surrounded. Not only did they do this through triple threat rules, but they also added a brand new lesson in handicap rules. Now THAT’S intense. Trust me, you don’t want to face both of them at the same time… If she decides to return to the ring and teams up with him, I feel sorry for whoever wrestles them.
Seriously though, C.J., you’re the biggest threat between the three of us. You have the most experience. You’ve beaten both of us in singles matches. You’re the fan favorite here, I’m sure of it. Just about everyone’s placing their bets on you. But that’s where the tricky part begins. Can you really handle all of that pressure? Despite how impossible it may seem to some people, there is a possibility that either me or Izzy wins the match. Are you ready to accept the potential scenario of losing to an eighteen-year-old rookie? I don’t know about you, Mr. Lorson, but to me, it sounds like you’re… under pressure. That kind of pressure might cause you to cave, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal.
Here’s the reality check, C.J., Izzy. This triple threat match can go any way possible. WCG’s Crossroad: Ascension is literally tomorrow night and I’m ready to go right now. Are you ready for the Rebel Angel?
My answer? I don’t think so! See you in San Diego!”
Flashing a grin, I reach out to my camera with my free hand and stop the recording.
Chapter 1-2: To the Future!
West Coast Genesis CROSSROAD: ASCENSION
Vs. Izzy Roxx Vs. C.J. Lorson
First Person View: Remi!
In my hands, I slowly turn the camera to revolve around my bedroom. Or at least, what was my bedroom. It’s empty. Everything is packed and ready for the move. From Brooklyn, New York to Santa Monica, California… Literally across the country. At least it’s not across an ocean like last time. It’s a little after ten in the morning, the overcast light barely shining through the window. The room’s only light is on and the ceiling fan is moving at a medium speed. I can’t help but remember…
“It looks exactly like the first day we moved here.”
It does. In my mind, I see myself in the center of the room, age thirteen with long hair-don’t care and bright blue eyes full of hope.
“An empty room, a blank canvas waiting to become a masterpiece, and the way to a better, brighter future. My dad and I lived in France and Italy for the good majority of my life before we moved here. A freshman and a transfer student from the cities of Venice, Paris, Rome, and Mont-Saint Michel. A man who recently acquired his Master of Arts in Teaching for the French and Italian languages. We had temporary visas for a little while before Aunt Xaria paid for our U.S. Citizenships on our first Christmas together. It took a lot of testing and processing, but when they were presented to us for the first time, I cried. My dad and I didn’t feel so alone anymore. We had family here in New York City. We were going to stay here for as long as possible.
I’ve lived in Brooklyn for a little over four years. I celebrated birthdays and holidays with my entire family here. We’d even fly my grandma in from Venice at least twice a year. We’re still trying to get her a permanent visa to move here, but she’s kinda stubborn. Heh, that explains where my stubbornness comes from, but I digress!
I studied vigorously to keep up in school and earned my A’s and B’s. I would babysit my little cousins, Christian, Jacques, and Pénélope and bond with them. I started training for the wrestling industry under my aunt and my big brother, Tyberius “Ty” Buchbinder. Yup, he’s one of my mentors! I like to believe I’m his protégé, it’s even in my Twitter bio. But he has trained quite a few people in RISE. It wouldn’t surprise me if someone else was actually his legit protégé. Heh, anyways…
I graduated from Brooklyn Technical High School and went straight to Kingsborough Community College after the summer break. I just turned eighteen a little over a month ago on December 1st. I passed my first semester of college with flying colors and completed my request to transfer to Santa Monica College. My dad proposed to his girlfriend, Arria, for over a year on New Year’s Day and she said yes, so I’m going to have a future step-mother! I even got to experience my first-ever New Year’s kiss with my boyfriend, Jesse, and now I’m going to move in with him!”
Yeesh, I ramble a little too much. Guess I couldn’t contain my excitement. There are a lot of really good memories here. I think one of the only bad memories was that stupid, delirious asshole trying to take full custody of Aunt Xaria’s kids. Yeah, her ex-husband tried to make false claims that she was a terrible mother, but he THREATENED her! The piece of shit. Who knows where he is now? Probably banging another barely legal girl who looks like a cheap ass whore. Martin’s existence spiked his jealousy and he hasn’t been around since.
Good riddance.
Don’t ruin the moment. The camera’s rolling, so get back to it. I walk over to the center of the room, and mentally, I see my younger self slowly fade as I take his place. I’m an adult now. A young adult, but still. Eighteen years… Boy, this is quite the pinnacle of my life.
“I may be reflecting, but the reality is all of my belongings are packed and ready to go. The movers should be here soon. I’m just taking a moment to look back and realize… it’s time to move on. The same can be said about my slow-building wrestling career in WCG. Yeah, my record is one-and-two right now. I’ve lost against Jack Santore and C.J. Lorson. But then I made a huge comeback on the last Unscripted and beat Izzy Roxx! Didn’t something start off with oh-and-two before turning things around? I’ll choose the New Orlean Saints for five hundred, Bob! That’s the current NFL Season too. Was I down on myself after losing two matches in a row? Of course. I literally lost the second match the day after my eighteenth birthday. It sucked, absolutely sucked. But you know, I picked myself back up a few days later and told myself, ‘Remi, you can’t be discouraged! You lose some, but you also win some. If you stay negative, then negative results are going to follow you. You’ve been trained by LWA Hall of Famer Xaria Karloff and NGW Hall of Famer Tyberius King, two of the greatest wrestlers this industry has EVER seen! Never give up! Trust your instincts! You. can. do. this!’ Boom, I won my first-ever match in West Coast Genesis.
Of course, when I expected people to be happy for me, Izzy was only down on herself. C’mon, really? You can’t be happy for a friend who turned out he wasn’t a failure of a second-gen wrestler? Adam was too busy trying to cheer her up to congratulate me. Figures. Their little Bidoof crush is super obvious. Then my aunt and my dad were arguing with each other to really pay attention. The only people who actually congratulated me at the immediate time were my boyfriend, Ms. Melina Garrison, and Mr. Daniel Daemon. Says a lot, doesn’t it? Going into Crossroad: Ascension, I know for a fact I’m overlooked and underrated, at least by my peers. Ms. Mercedes seems to have faith in me. She was the one who suggested this match to Ms. Kaylee Kassie. A triple threat between myself, C.J., and Izzy for future consideration for the Long Beach division, maybe even the championship itself.”
I nod and switch the camera’s view so everyone can see me instead of the empty room. I push my glasses up with a finger and sigh.
“Am I still upset with Izzy? Eh, a little. I can understand her being down on herself. Like I said, I was the same way. If you don’t show a little bit of emotion after losing a match, something’s wrong. But seriously, Izzy, any little thing that doesn’t go your way seems to throw off the balance of your world! That’s not healthy. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a good girl, but come ON. Tone down the negativity a little. Your level of pessimism is ridiculous. You’re not going to win every match, but you’re not going to lose every match either. Back in eWo 2008, after momentous highs of being a multiple-time champion, my aunt was suddenly on a huge losing streak. She couldn’t defeat her longtime rival, Jack Darling, the Eternal Bastard and one of the company’s only Grand Slam Champions. Did she get upset after every loss? A little, yeah, but she immediately picked herself back up and tried again. There were moments of frustration and disappointment, yet she was never down for long. She kept fighting, fighting, fighting until she finally ended the losing streak by becoming eWo Commonwealth Champion in 2009. THAT’S why she’s as successful as she is in the wrestling industry. She never gave up! She never allowed herself to be negative for too long!
You need to do the same, Izzy! It’s okay to feel down and out here and there, but to constantly beat yourself up is reckless and stupid! You’re eighteen now, just like me. It’s time to grow up, be more mature-- even a little, and keep moving forward. It’s time to let go of your negative, pessimistic ways and move on to better, positive thinking. If you win this match, I’ll be more than happy to congratulate you. I won’t put myself down and make a FRIEND feel bad. That’s not the right thing to do. If I win, I hope that you can actually, genuinely congratulate me and be happy for me, rather than sulk in a corner and feel sorry for yourself. Because really, if that happens again… you’ll be lighting a bridge on fire.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Okay, so maybe I was still a little more than upset with her. I’d like to think I have the right to feel this way. Looking into the focal point, I offer a nod and a weak smile.
“Don’t worry, C.J., I haven’t forgotten about you. This is a triple threat match, after all. There’s no way I can leave out the second guy who beat me in this company. Underestimating you would be a grave mistake, especially in this kind of scenario. I don’t have to be pinned to lose and that’s dangerous. Fortunately, I’ve been receiving intensive training from Aunt Xaria and her husband about the concept and execution of being surrounded. Not only did they do this through triple threat rules, but they also added a brand new lesson in handicap rules. Now THAT’S intense. Trust me, you don’t want to face both of them at the same time… If she decides to return to the ring and teams up with him, I feel sorry for whoever wrestles them.
Seriously though, C.J., you’re the biggest threat between the three of us. You have the most experience. You’ve beaten both of us in singles matches. You’re the fan favorite here, I’m sure of it. Just about everyone’s placing their bets on you. But that’s where the tricky part begins. Can you really handle all of that pressure? Despite how impossible it may seem to some people, there is a possibility that either me or Izzy wins the match. Are you ready to accept the potential scenario of losing to an eighteen-year-old rookie? I don’t know about you, Mr. Lorson, but to me, it sounds like you’re… under pressure. That kind of pressure might cause you to cave, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal.
Here’s the reality check, C.J., Izzy. This triple threat match can go any way possible. WCG’s Crossroad: Ascension is literally tomorrow night and I’m ready to go right now. Are you ready for the Rebel Angel?
My answer? I don’t think so! See you in San Diego!”
Flashing a grin, I reach out to my camera with my free hand and stop the recording.