Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 6:31:59 GMT -5
***** Warning: This RP deals with very serious matters. It is slightly graphic and does not take the subject lightly. I am not making light of the subject at hand, but rather showing a dark side of a character that has overcome something horrific *****
KK Chronicles 006
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Before Indy Pro Wrestling, Cassandra Myers was a young woman struggling to know who she was. Her innocence taken away but a young man. But the thing that no one ever knew, it was not just one. A boyfriend and his two friends were given time to take turns. That was the day Cassandra died and when Kaylee Kassie was born. Gone was the closet nerd that enjoyed astronomy and discussions of what is beyond our planet; in her place is the shell of the former, with sexuality and the ability to flaunt it. Men. Women. It did not matter. Kaylee Kassie was going to use her God given gifts to her advantage.
A prom night that should have been the icing on the cake for this Honor Student, it became the downward spiral into the seductress that became Kaylee Kassie. It was only years later when she was called out, that her story was revealed. Years had gone by. Boyfriends and girlfriends had come and gone. And yet as time went on, she was filled with more of an emptiness that was never filled with anything meaningful.
Pain and depression would be two close friends. It was a normal weekend for Kaylee to drown her sorrows in long workout sessions and rage-filled sparring sessions. There was a reason why she would be successful early on in Indy. She has a lot of pent up aggression. Years of being the victim took their toll on her. And it was until a special someone entered her life that she realized there was more to live then picking fights and kicking asses.
But for one fateful night… the world lost a great, young girl that could have been someone special. A doctor. A lawyer. A scientist.
And it gave birth to a guarded warrior.
OFF CAMERA FLASHBACK 2
Sean: Shh, shhh. I hear someone.
The boy listens out into the hallway as someone passes by the door of the hotel room.
Sean: Okay. Coast is clear. We need to get outta here.
Jay: What about her?
Sean: She ain’t going to say anything. Are you, Cass?
Cassandra lets out sort of a mumble and something that is unable to be made out.
Sean: See? She ain’t saying shit.
A zipper is heard.
Mike: You were right, Sean. Pretty damn good. Now let’s get back down there. I swiped some booze.
Sean tosses a towel as Cassandra as she lays on the bed, her clothes ripped.
Sean: Let’s get out of here.
The three of them slip out of the room leaving the girl alone. After a few minutes of realization, she quickly grabs for a blanket that was tossed down onto the floor. She curls up almost as if she is playing dead and loses it. She begins to cry heavily and cannot keep her breath. The room is dark and the light from the hallway can be see below the door. Cassandra keeps a keen eye out as she begins to see a shadow nearing the door, she immediately goes silent to try and hide her presence. The shadow passes the door and continues down the hall. It was one thing for her boyfriend to try and force things with her, but to allow his two friends to get forceful was the worst thing ever for Cassandra. She cannot think to call anyone, or to get showered or dressed. She lays in the bed, unable to move. Time passes by; almost as if seconds are minutes, minutes are hours, and hours are days. It would be a few hours before Cassandra decides that the dance is over and they are not returning. She would get a shower, fix her clothes, and never speak of the prom again for years to come. This aberration in her life is one that would define her for years; and no one ever knew including her own parents.
ON CAMERA PRESENT DAY
They say that the jock in high school will grow up to do nothing; that he peaked in high school. And the prom queen will live in a trailer, get fat, and have a bunch of babies. The nerd of the school will end up being the rich guy with lots of girlfriends.
But I have long broken that stereotype. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to. One’s past can haunt them and they can play the victim; or else they can overcome it and not allow it to hurt them anymore. And I do not allow it to hurt me.
I may not be the same person that I was to start my career off… but there is no way that this little “family” of rejects is going to be allowed to injure me almost a month ago, and get away with it. I don’t care what language they speak. What they like to eat. Or what their cool names are. This match is not about being cool, it is not about superheroes, and it is not about some sort of group dominance. You three decided it was a good thing to injure me, and shelve me for a week. For that… you are all going to fucking pay. I’ve never been so determined in my life. I don’t care if it is politically correct… or if it will get my fired. But I will break the leg of each and every one of you.
Win or lose, I will be getting my revenge on your little boys club.
Call it a family.
Call it whatever you want.
The fact is that you messed with the wrong bitch.
