Post by rileyowens on Dec 10, 2014 15:57:54 GMT
A FLINT HorrOrigin Story: Part Two
1st Family (Flashback)
He was drunk that night; I pretended to sleep in the next room. I was young, but I could something was wrong. It felt like something was about to happen.
I immediately knew he was talking about me.
At that point I tried to cover my ears, but his volume got even louder.
WHACK!
Silence.
From my room I heard a low sob.
And then...footsteps.
Foolishly, I snuck out of the bed and tip-toed to the door. I cracked the door just a hair, just so I could see what going on.
The door immediately flew open.
A huge, menacing man with anger in his eyes stood in front of me. His hand rose…
WHACK!
TronCat
“Scarlet, you ready to tear it up chica?”
That guy right there is my boy Pablo; he’s probably the coolest Latino you'd ever meet in your life. I met him about a year ago when I was shopping in a local bodega, that’s when his corny ass walked up and tried to “holler” at me. Ha, Pablo doesn’t have any game at all, but he thinks he does. I dismissed him and went back to shopping.
We ran each other a few times after that and tried to spit more game….still didn’t work. Then one day he saw me walking around with my board. Instead of acting like a man-whore, he engaged me in real conversation; that’s when we found out we were both into skateboarding.
He reaches down and extends his hand to my. I grab my board and his hand simultaneously as he lifts me to my feet.
“No doubt.”
I look out at the skate park; and after a few moments, I can’t but smile.
“Believe it or not, I couldn’t wait to get back to this shitty little place.”
The “shitty little place” in reference is Applegate Skate park; one of the few places in Merced, CA that a “law-biding skateboarder” can chill in peace. As far as skate parks go, it’s pretty basic though.
A couple of benches…
A couple of inclines…
A bowl, and some railing...and that pretty much sums up everything.
“Did you get a chance to check out any places in Miami while you were there?”
“Shit, I wish,” I say. “Honestly, I got into Miami, wrestled me match, then went straight to the hotel and crashed.”
“Zombie mode.”
“Yeah holmes.”
Pablo laughs at my use of “holmes.” He then snaps his fingers.
“Damn, I forgot; you had matches over in Japan this week too huh?”
“Yeah I did.”
“Shit, then that jet-lag was probably fucking with you then.”
“Yeah, but next time I’ll look into it for you.”
“Swag,” he says with a laugh. “So this wrestling thing...it’s getting pretty serious now huh? Like, you’re about to be a big star now huh?”
“Yup, so if you want an autograph you better get it now; I’m going to have to start charging soon.”
I was being sarcastic of course.
“Ima’ have you sign the next board I get; that would be worth something.”
Pablo reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a lighter and pack of menthols. He grabs a cigarette for himself and goes to grab another one before he stops and laughs.
“My bad chica.”
I used to smoke until about a year and a half ago; that’s when I started training for wrestling.
Pablo lights up and takes a puff.
“For real though Scarlet, I’m proud of you. You’re getting paid to fly out to Miami and Japan to wrestle. From what I’ve been told, most wrestlers are lucky if they make it out of their state. You doin’ big things.”
I can’t help but smile.
“Thanks boo.”
“Oh, it’s ‘boo’ now?” A grin appears on his face.
“Don’t start,” I say with a laugh.
“But hey, promise me something.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“When you win that WMW title, let me hold it?”
I can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, I got you; I’ll let you hold it.”
I feel a vibration in my back pocket...a text message. I reach in to it and pull out my iPhone.
“DeShawn said he’s running about 15 minutes late.”
DeShawn, Pablo, and I normally ride as a crew. You know, strength in number and shit. DeShawn is pretty handy with the camera, so he normally records parts of our sessions as well.
“We better wait for him then,” Pablo says with a laugh. “He’d be hot we hit some nice moves when he wasn’t around to record.”
“Indeed.”
Terrorizer: Part Two (On Camera)
You know, I’m going to be completely fucking honest right now...I’m frustrated.
You see, recently I signed with a company called Purseruo United; it’s a Japanese promotion. They contracted, gave me the “baby, we need you” speech; and so, I signed up. It’s an opportunity to going to Japan, learn a new style, and broaden the brand that is Scarlet Flint.
I’d be a fool to pass that up right?
And so I signed up, and I traveled abroad. I’ve had two matches. But, you know what I’ve learned? The Japanese just aren’t what they claim to be. There’s no honor, there’s no “Fighting Spirit.” They are nothing more than cowards, hiding behind 140 characters; and when you step to them in the ring, all they can do is run.
Hell, the company isn’t much different. My second match was a tag team match for the junior tag team titles. The company's rules state that a title will change hands if there is a DQ. So what happens? The title holder clocks me and my partner with the belts, right in front of the ref. She then hits her own partner.
Disgraceful right?
What’s even more disgraceful is the fact that the woman in charge of the company watched all this happen from ring-side. And instead of step up, instead of doing the right thing, instead of doing the honorable thing...she allows the champions to retain.
Mind you, the company rules state the opposite should happen.
“Scarlet, why are you talking about that place? This is WMW!”
I want you all to know what kind of mind-state I’m in right now. I want you all to feel the frustration I’m feeling, I want you all to feel the rage that I’m feeling!
I want you all the understand, because I’m about to unleash all the fucking frustration and rage upon Nicki Vaughn. Now Nicki, don’t take things the wrong way; I don’t hate you are anything. I don’t even particularly dislike you. But what you need to understand is that you aren’t winning this match. And, what you also need to understand is that you aren’t just in for a simple “match” this week―you are in for a war.
And it this war, you’re going to be nothing but a causality!
You know, heading over Japan wasn’t all bad; I did learn a couple of things while I was over there. In my two matches there, I’ve learned that I’m more gifted as an athlete than most of the people in this Business.
And, I’ve learned that some wrestlers are just pretenders...imposters, if you will.
You see Nicki; a lot of people think they are the shit. They grab a mic, walk out in front of a live crowd, and they talk the MOST trash ever. They wrestlers think they are the best in the world because they make a couple of idiots in the front pop.
Hmm...wait, that sounds a lot like you, doesn’t it Nicki?
Like I said Nicki, I don’t dislike or hate you. However, I do think you are full of shit to be quite honest. Let ask this, just what exactly have you done in this Business? I’ve been wrestling for over a year, I had NEVER heard the name Nicki Vaughn. I didn’t hear it from other promoters, I didn’t hear it from other wrestlers; Hell, I didn’t even read your name on Twitter (and know everyone is on there). Nicki dear, please don’t tell me you think your lowly win on WMW’s first makes you a star. Because if you do, then you are out of your damn mind!
The fact of the matter is, no one knows you Nicki. No one in this Business gives a fuck about you. And, do you know what that is boo? It’s because you are...average. Average looks, average speaking abilities, and average (maybe a bit below) wrestling abilities.
You don’t stand out.
That’s the distinction between you and I; I’m far from average.
The day I signed my contract, I automatically became the best wrestler in WMW. I’ve got the looks, the charisma, and the talent to carry this company...to make this company credible!
Nicki, the truth is...I’m just more hungry than you are. I’m going to start killing it here in WMW; and despite the bullshit I’ve been dealing with in Japan, I’ve been successful over there as well. Oh, but it doesn’t stop there love. I’ve had great matches in RRS; soon I’ll be branching out to PWP and UWL…
I want successful career in this Business more than you do!
And, I certainly want that WMW title more than you do.
Nicki, I didn’t just sign to WMW for any old reason. No ma’am, it was a calculated signing. And at the top of that list of reason, is being the best. I’ve been playing the role of second fiddle all of my life.
Abandoned, Unwanted, Rejected!
But, those times are over now. Because in a very short time, I’m going to get all the recognition that I’ve ever deserved. And soon, I’m going to be known as one of the top women in this Business…
No, scratch that―I’m going to be known as one of the best wrestlers in this Business...period!
And it’s all going to start with that WMW Championship.
Honestly, our first meeting last week, it was meaningless. The win count has been reset, and we both are starting back from square one love.
Three…
That’s how many times I’d have to be screwed (or, for you to get lucky) for you to win that belt. But, that’s not going to happen, is it Nicki?
No, it’s not.
This match is going to be a massacre; and, it’s going to be indicative of the following matches in this series. I’m going to tear you apart in each and every match. Each and every time, you are going to walk away a casualty.
You can’t beat me Nicki, not three times; I can guarantee that.
You will not will this war.
You...will...not!
…
I going to say something, and I don’t think it’s out of line. The fact of the matter is this company is struggling. I’m not a business woman, so I can’t tell you why; but something is wrong. Similar companies have had a much better start than WMW.
That’s the beautiful thing about wrestling though―it’s dynamic. Things can change in the blink of an eye.
WMW needs someone, someone the company and hoist it up. Ha, fortunately, I’ve got a lot of strength in this small frame of mine.
This company needs a face, shining star. And, no one in this company is shining brighter right now than Scarlet Flint.
This company needs a champion. Nicki just isn’t championship material; she doesn’t have the heart for it. You can look at her tell she’s never struggled, never felt pain, never been under pressure. Being a champion is a tough task, and it takes a certain type of person to be a TRUE champion.
Nicki isn’t that person…
But I am.
I’ve should have won that match last week; everyone knows that. And now that things have been reset, I’m going to follow through with what I said.
I don’t plan on losing.
Three matches…
Three damn matches!
END
1st Family (Flashback)
“I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking when I let you talk me into this shit!”
He was drunk that night; I pretended to sleep in the next room. I was young, but I could something was wrong. It felt like something was about to happen.
“I never wanted a child in the first place. And I sure as Hell didn’t want any Oliver Twist reject. Her fucking parents gave her up for a reason!”
I immediately knew he was talking about me.
“Her parents where pieces of shit. And, you know what she is going to grow up to be? A piece of shit!”
At that point I tried to cover my ears, but his volume got even louder.
“Baby, please!”
“No, my boys were right; you’re dumb as fuck! I should have never married your dumbass; I could get a bitch that I want!”
“Please, stop!”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“No, my boys were right; you’re dumb as fuck! I should have never married your dumbass; I could get a bitch that I want!”
“Please, stop!”
“Shut the fuck up!”
Silence.
From my room I heard a low sob.
And then...footsteps.
Foolishly, I snuck out of the bed and tip-toed to the door. I cracked the door just a hair, just so I could see what going on.
The door immediately flew open.
A huge, menacing man with anger in his eyes stood in front of me. His hand rose…
WHACK!
TronCat
“Scarlet, you ready to tear it up chica?”
That guy right there is my boy Pablo; he’s probably the coolest Latino you'd ever meet in your life. I met him about a year ago when I was shopping in a local bodega, that’s when his corny ass walked up and tried to “holler” at me. Ha, Pablo doesn’t have any game at all, but he thinks he does. I dismissed him and went back to shopping.
We ran each other a few times after that and tried to spit more game….still didn’t work. Then one day he saw me walking around with my board. Instead of acting like a man-whore, he engaged me in real conversation; that’s when we found out we were both into skateboarding.
He reaches down and extends his hand to my. I grab my board and his hand simultaneously as he lifts me to my feet.
“No doubt.”
I look out at the skate park; and after a few moments, I can’t but smile.
“Believe it or not, I couldn’t wait to get back to this shitty little place.”
The “shitty little place” in reference is Applegate Skate park; one of the few places in Merced, CA that a “law-biding skateboarder” can chill in peace. As far as skate parks go, it’s pretty basic though.
A couple of benches…
A couple of inclines…
A bowl, and some railing...and that pretty much sums up everything.
“Did you get a chance to check out any places in Miami while you were there?”
“Shit, I wish,” I say. “Honestly, I got into Miami, wrestled me match, then went straight to the hotel and crashed.”
“Zombie mode.”
“Yeah holmes.”
Pablo laughs at my use of “holmes.” He then snaps his fingers.
“Damn, I forgot; you had matches over in Japan this week too huh?”
“Yeah I did.”
“Shit, then that jet-lag was probably fucking with you then.”
“Yeah, but next time I’ll look into it for you.”
“Swag,” he says with a laugh. “So this wrestling thing...it’s getting pretty serious now huh? Like, you’re about to be a big star now huh?”
“Yup, so if you want an autograph you better get it now; I’m going to have to start charging soon.”
I was being sarcastic of course.
“Ima’ have you sign the next board I get; that would be worth something.”
Pablo reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a lighter and pack of menthols. He grabs a cigarette for himself and goes to grab another one before he stops and laughs.
“My bad chica.”
I used to smoke until about a year and a half ago; that’s when I started training for wrestling.
Pablo lights up and takes a puff.
“For real though Scarlet, I’m proud of you. You’re getting paid to fly out to Miami and Japan to wrestle. From what I’ve been told, most wrestlers are lucky if they make it out of their state. You doin’ big things.”
I can’t help but smile.
“Thanks boo.”
“Oh, it’s ‘boo’ now?” A grin appears on his face.
“Don’t start,” I say with a laugh.
“But hey, promise me something.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“When you win that WMW title, let me hold it?”
I can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, I got you; I’ll let you hold it.”
I feel a vibration in my back pocket...a text message. I reach in to it and pull out my iPhone.
“DeShawn said he’s running about 15 minutes late.”
DeShawn, Pablo, and I normally ride as a crew. You know, strength in number and shit. DeShawn is pretty handy with the camera, so he normally records parts of our sessions as well.
“We better wait for him then,” Pablo says with a laugh. “He’d be hot we hit some nice moves when he wasn’t around to record.”
“Indeed.”
Terrorizer: Part Two (On Camera)
You know, I’m going to be completely fucking honest right now...I’m frustrated.
You see, recently I signed with a company called Purseruo United; it’s a Japanese promotion. They contracted, gave me the “baby, we need you” speech; and so, I signed up. It’s an opportunity to going to Japan, learn a new style, and broaden the brand that is Scarlet Flint.
I’d be a fool to pass that up right?
And so I signed up, and I traveled abroad. I’ve had two matches. But, you know what I’ve learned? The Japanese just aren’t what they claim to be. There’s no honor, there’s no “Fighting Spirit.” They are nothing more than cowards, hiding behind 140 characters; and when you step to them in the ring, all they can do is run.
Hell, the company isn’t much different. My second match was a tag team match for the junior tag team titles. The company's rules state that a title will change hands if there is a DQ. So what happens? The title holder clocks me and my partner with the belts, right in front of the ref. She then hits her own partner.
Disgraceful right?
What’s even more disgraceful is the fact that the woman in charge of the company watched all this happen from ring-side. And instead of step up, instead of doing the right thing, instead of doing the honorable thing...she allows the champions to retain.
Mind you, the company rules state the opposite should happen.
“Scarlet, why are you talking about that place? This is WMW!”
I want you all to know what kind of mind-state I’m in right now. I want you all to feel the frustration I’m feeling, I want you all to feel the rage that I’m feeling!
I want you all the understand, because I’m about to unleash all the fucking frustration and rage upon Nicki Vaughn. Now Nicki, don’t take things the wrong way; I don’t hate you are anything. I don’t even particularly dislike you. But what you need to understand is that you aren’t winning this match. And, what you also need to understand is that you aren’t just in for a simple “match” this week―you are in for a war.
And it this war, you’re going to be nothing but a causality!
You know, heading over Japan wasn’t all bad; I did learn a couple of things while I was over there. In my two matches there, I’ve learned that I’m more gifted as an athlete than most of the people in this Business.
And, I’ve learned that some wrestlers are just pretenders...imposters, if you will.
You see Nicki; a lot of people think they are the shit. They grab a mic, walk out in front of a live crowd, and they talk the MOST trash ever. They wrestlers think they are the best in the world because they make a couple of idiots in the front pop.
Hmm...wait, that sounds a lot like you, doesn’t it Nicki?
Like I said Nicki, I don’t dislike or hate you. However, I do think you are full of shit to be quite honest. Let ask this, just what exactly have you done in this Business? I’ve been wrestling for over a year, I had NEVER heard the name Nicki Vaughn. I didn’t hear it from other promoters, I didn’t hear it from other wrestlers; Hell, I didn’t even read your name on Twitter (and know everyone is on there). Nicki dear, please don’t tell me you think your lowly win on WMW’s first makes you a star. Because if you do, then you are out of your damn mind!
The fact of the matter is, no one knows you Nicki. No one in this Business gives a fuck about you. And, do you know what that is boo? It’s because you are...average. Average looks, average speaking abilities, and average (maybe a bit below) wrestling abilities.
You don’t stand out.
That’s the distinction between you and I; I’m far from average.
The day I signed my contract, I automatically became the best wrestler in WMW. I’ve got the looks, the charisma, and the talent to carry this company...to make this company credible!
Nicki, the truth is...I’m just more hungry than you are. I’m going to start killing it here in WMW; and despite the bullshit I’ve been dealing with in Japan, I’ve been successful over there as well. Oh, but it doesn’t stop there love. I’ve had great matches in RRS; soon I’ll be branching out to PWP and UWL…
I want successful career in this Business more than you do!
And, I certainly want that WMW title more than you do.
Nicki, I didn’t just sign to WMW for any old reason. No ma’am, it was a calculated signing. And at the top of that list of reason, is being the best. I’ve been playing the role of second fiddle all of my life.
Abandoned, Unwanted, Rejected!
But, those times are over now. Because in a very short time, I’m going to get all the recognition that I’ve ever deserved. And soon, I’m going to be known as one of the top women in this Business…
No, scratch that―I’m going to be known as one of the best wrestlers in this Business...period!
And it’s all going to start with that WMW Championship.
Honestly, our first meeting last week, it was meaningless. The win count has been reset, and we both are starting back from square one love.
Three…
That’s how many times I’d have to be screwed (or, for you to get lucky) for you to win that belt. But, that’s not going to happen, is it Nicki?
No, it’s not.
This match is going to be a massacre; and, it’s going to be indicative of the following matches in this series. I’m going to tear you apart in each and every match. Each and every time, you are going to walk away a casualty.
You can’t beat me Nicki, not three times; I can guarantee that.
You will not will this war.
You...will...not!
…
I going to say something, and I don’t think it’s out of line. The fact of the matter is this company is struggling. I’m not a business woman, so I can’t tell you why; but something is wrong. Similar companies have had a much better start than WMW.
That’s the beautiful thing about wrestling though―it’s dynamic. Things can change in the blink of an eye.
WMW needs someone, someone the company and hoist it up. Ha, fortunately, I’ve got a lot of strength in this small frame of mine.
This company needs a face, shining star. And, no one in this company is shining brighter right now than Scarlet Flint.
This company needs a champion. Nicki just isn’t championship material; she doesn’t have the heart for it. You can look at her tell she’s never struggled, never felt pain, never been under pressure. Being a champion is a tough task, and it takes a certain type of person to be a TRUE champion.
Nicki isn’t that person…
But I am.
I’ve should have won that match last week; everyone knows that. And now that things have been reset, I’m going to follow through with what I said.
I don’t plan on losing.
Three matches…
Three damn matches!
END