Post by Caroline O'Hara Burchill on Dec 3, 2016 16:14:13 GMT -5
AN ANGEL? I'M FAR FROM IT, MY DEAR.
Crazy. That's who she was, and she proudly wears that word on her sleeve like a badge of honor.
At this point, when someone throws that word out to her, she isn't bothered by it. Not in the slightest bit. She knew that she was a walking loose cannon, ready to fire at anyone who is caught in her main line of sight. However, it wasn't like she had some underlying mental health issues or anything of the sort. Really, the main source for her rather spastic behavior had been the pent up frustration that had been brewing inside of her the past few months. When faced with the constant feeling of disappointment, it affected her tremendously. Each loss or unfortunate event would gradually push her closer and closer to the edge; up until she finally had to let everything out.
In fact, she embraced it.
She was tired of being constantly pushed to the back when she felt like she should have a spot at the front of the line. She wasn't going to bite her tongue and swallow her pride, standing and watching idly by as everyone else received countless opportunities that she felt she deserved. In the wonderland of her own madness, Caroline had enough of it. She could've been a champion by now. She could've had the distinction of finally having a gold belt within her possession, but all of that had slipped away from her. At this point in her career, Caroline was desperate. She needed to find a way to get everyone's attention and reach for the limelight again, and if it meant that she had to go crazy on everyone that stood in her way, then so be it.
A little bit of craziness won't hurt anyone... well, maybe it would if you were the person standing across the ring from her.
The time for waiting was over. Winter Solstice was rapidly approaching and she needed every bit of momentum that she could get leading up to the event. It was time to make people recognize her again, and if she wanted to show that she was the best, then she needed to do so.
Hell hath no fury.
"As I said I would, I defeated Honey. There was nothing that was going to hold me back in that match. I didn't have the worry of having an incompetent partner or being in a match that wouldn't benefit me. Now, I am in a comfortable place, paving my own road through the competition. The feeling of my hand being raised was the most satisfactory feeling ever after the series of unfortunate events that I had to go through. However, some of you may feel like I haven't displayed everything that I was capable of."
"Of course, that would be no surprise there. People will always have a negative impression about me; always thinking that I haven't paid my dues or that I haven't proven to people why I should be considered a serious competitor in our sport. All talk but no action, I suppose."
"I'm not one to care about what other people think about me though. I know what I am capable of. I know that I have the limitless potential of becoming a champion one day, and if I have to practically beat everyone on the roster up to get that through your moronic fucking heads, then I gladly will on any given night. Until then though, I suggest that each and every single one of you get out a piece of paper, a nice pen to write with, and you can all sit back, watch and take notes this Sunday Night when I go out and have my match against the likes of Alicia Hixx and Giovanna Mancini."
"Oh, and speaking of which - Alicia, you do realize that this is a triple threat match, right? Not a Fatal Four Way. Then again, with someone like you that has a mental capacity of a nine month old child, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you wouldn't have the necessary mental awareness to know what kind of match you're going to be involved in. After all, you always spit out the same nonsensical crap every single time there is a microphone right in front of you. You always cry, bitch, moan and complain about how "they" wanted your opponent to win instead of you, which has got to be the most abysmal shit I have ever heard an opponent of mine say. Who is this "they" that you are referring to you? In case you didn't get the memo here, you need to have actual talent in order to be successful here - talent that you don't possess. After all, you have been on a downward spiral since coming to Redemption Wrestling as you have been losing for four straight matches."
"Four."
"And yet here you are, going on a delusional tirade about how this ambiguous "they" is holding you back. And people call me an insolent brat? Get the fuck out of here. I seriously feel like I'm about to go brain dead from the sheer, utter idiocy of this twat. It's just incredible to me that someone like Alicia can run her mouth and have nothing of value to say."
"Then again, that same sentiment can be applied to the other person involved in this match."
"Giovanna, is everything okay? I've noticed that you've been really quiet as of late. Hopefully you know that you have an actual match coming up. However, if you decided to tuck your tail in between your legs and stay back while I do everything, then I guess I can applaud you for being smart. That way, you won't have to worry about me kicking your ass and using your face to wipe the ring mat. You can just look all pretty while I give Alicia another loss to her name."
"After all, you can't spell Alicia without an L, although at this point, it might as well be with five L's."
"And I say five because, well, let's be honest here. I have all the capabilities of winning this match."
