Post by rileyowens on Feb 2, 2015 16:26:49 GMT
Stand ALONE Complex: Part One
Catalyst I
Most people in this business would refer to me as a terrible piece of shit; Hell, most people in everyday life would think something similar. It’s hard to disagree with their thoughts and feelings. An arrogant disposition, a foul tongue, nothing to lose―that’s a toxic combination for an “aint shit” person.
You want to know what makes me different than a lot of people though? I embrace those negative qualities of mine; I’ve cultivated them and used them to try and enhance myself. Why do you think I’m so successful in wrestling?
Here’s the rub though ladies and gents― “aint shit people” don’t just fall out of the womb. Just like every “Hero” has origin story, every “Villain” has about how he or she fell into decay.
The following is mine:
- - -
“Scarlet, why don’t you go over there and take seat next to Tanner and Jake? They were asking about you the other day; go over there and talk to your friends.”
“Hey Scarlet,” said Tanner. He was husky; a lot larger than your average eight-year-old. “Why don’t you take a seat next to your old pal huh?” Tanner patted carpet and a shit-eating grin formed on his face.
“Yeah, take a seat ‘bud,’ we’ve missed you,” said Jake. He hasn’t as “large” as Tanner, but Jake was a lankier.
“Yeah, take a seat ‘bud,’ we’ve missed you,” said Jake. He hasn’t as “large” as Tanner, but Jake was a lankier.
“Oh, you know better than that Scarlet. You can’t overpower me or Jake for that matter.”
“Of course not, she’s too weak!”
“Of course not, she’s too weak!”
“Now now Jake; it’s not really her fault. I mean, she only weighs three and a half pounds; she can only have so much power.”
“I guess not,” said Jake. “Want to know what I heard? Or, read actually?”
“What did you read?”
“The other day I wandered into the filing room; and sitting on the floor was Scarlet’s file folder. It looked sad, pitiful, and rejected―so I had to pick it up and read it.”
“What did you read?”
“The other day I wandered into the filing room; and sitting on the floor was Scarlet’s file folder. It looked sad, pitiful, and rejected―so I had to pick it up and read it.”
“And what did you discover about our fun-sized ‘friend’ here?”
“Oh so much,” Jake said. “Let’s start off his her parents first.” Jake turned to me. “Did you know that your parents were crack-heads? It’s true; it’s in the file. You know what that makes you?”
“What does it make her?”
“It makes her a crack-baby,” Jake said with a laugh. “I bet you that’s why she looks like skeleton!”
“Cra-cra-crack-baby!”
“Oh so much,” Jake said. “Let’s start off his her parents first.” Jake turned to me. “Did you know that your parents were crack-heads? It’s true; it’s in the file. You know what that makes you?”
“What does it make her?”
“It makes her a crack-baby,” Jake said with a laugh. “I bet you that’s why she looks like skeleton!”
“Cra-cra-crack-baby!”
“And, you remember what we learned in health class? About how when a baby is born it’s supposed to take nine months are something?”
“Yeah, I remember hearing something like that.”
“Well, Scarlet was born after being in there seven months.”
“That’s our Scarlet, always fucking up,” Tanner said with a laugh.
“Yeah, I remember hearing something like that.”
“Well, Scarlet was born after being in there seven months.”
“That’s our Scarlet, always fucking up,” Tanner said with a laugh.
“Maybe that’s why her parents gave her up.”
“You think so?” asked Tanner. “That...or they just didn’t want her.”
“Yeah, that could be it too.”
“I mean, they sound like terrible parents. Maybe those terrible parents thought they had made a terrible mistake by having a terrible daughter.”
“Ha, they’re only option was to toss her away!”
“You think so?” asked Tanner. “That...or they just didn’t want her.”
“Yeah, that could be it too.”
“I mean, they sound like terrible parents. Maybe those terrible parents thought they had made a terrible mistake by having a terrible daughter.”
“Ha, they’re only option was to toss her away!”
“Shut up!”
Jake and Tanner both burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“I’m sorry, it’s so hard to take you seriously,” said Tanner. “I mean, who listens to crack-babies?
“No one does.”
“I’m not a crack-baby! Shut up!”
“Scarlet, shut your mouth,” Tanner said as he laughed even more. “No one cares about what you have to say; and, no one cares about you. Not me, not Jake, not this foster care center―and definitely not your parents.”
“Stop it!”
“No one does.”
“I’m not a crack-baby! Shut up!”
“Scarlet, shut your mouth,” Tanner said as he laughed even more. “No one cares about what you have to say; and, no one cares about you. Not me, not Jake, not this foster care center―and definitely not your parents.”
“Stop it!”
“You’re worthless!”
SMACK.
- - -
“Villains” are created. Sometimes a single action makes someone snap. And sometimes culminations of instances are the catalyst.
The Scarlet Flint you see before you was molded and shaped. In whose image? Lord if I know. The only thing I know now―is that I’m a savage.
And that’s what I have embraced.
"I've failed over and over and over again in my life and that is why I succeed." -Michael Jordan
Shoot to kill
(Audio Log)
Another week, another massacre in Women of Miami Wrestling. I wish that just for once, someone with some credibility would step up and challenge me; I wish for once someone who ACTUALLY stood a chance of being me would come into this promotion and challenge me. But, I’ve kind of given up hope for the moment. It seems that the entire wrestling community is quivering in the wake of Scarlet Fucking Flint.
So, instead of facing a challenge, instead of having a career defining match, I’m stuck going against another “aint-shit” wrestler. No, it’s not Nicki Vaughn; that this point the entire world is tired of seeing my kick her ass. No, this time I have the displeasure of meeting Julia Berezikova in the ring.
[Brief Pause]
Julia, let me ask you something right now. Nicki Vaughn had three chances to defeat me, four if you count that first debacle―and yet, she couldn’t! She failed each and every single time. So Julia, my question is what makes you any different than her? What makes you think I won’t utterly demolish you, just like I did to her?
Now Julia, I’ll admit your record here is pretty decent. But come, let’s get serious love; do you REALLY think that makes you a good wrestler? Do you really think that makes you elite? The fact of the matter is every match you’ve had in WMW has been against a shitty wrestler. You’ve never faced a real threat; you’ve never faced anyone who was really worth a damn…
Until this week.
Now Julia, you probably think I’m being a hypocrite right no don’t you? I mean, I come out here and talk shit about whipping everyone’s ass in this company right? You see Julia, difference between you and I is I don’t just wrestle in WMW; I’m not just taking on scrubs and shitty wrestlers. Before I signed with WMW I was wrestling in WARPED against a man named Jackson. Now, I know you Russians are piss poor and may not have a lot of access to resources, so I’m going to explain to you who he is. Jackson is a legend in this business; he’s won countless titles all across the world. At WARPED, he and I had one hellacious battle―a battle in which I took that man to the fucking limit.
But WARPED isn’t my only stomping ground Julia. Ever heard of Puroresu United?
[Scarlet’s laughs can be heard]
Wait I forgot, the whole “piss poor” thing. No worries, I’ll break it down again. Julia, have you ever questioned why this company’s champion sometimes is away from Fridays, while you are here wrestling meaningless matches?
Well, that’s because I also work over in Japan for Puroresu. Every other week or so I take on the so called “Best of Japan” and I slaughter them; I brutalize them...almost like I do to the people on this roster.
Now Julia, I could list a couple more promotions that I work for, but at this point things are beginning to sound redundant, don’t you think? However, my point is this Julia; I can brag about being the best bitch in the wrestling ring, because I’ve proven it. And, I haven’t just proven it here in WMW, or here in the U.S.―I’ve proven it all across the fucking globe!
That’s why I can sit on the top of my throne and declare that I’m better than you Julia; that’s why I can declare that I’m better than everyone else in WMW. The fact of the matter is no one knows who the hell you are outside of this company. And, if you went to another promotion, you’d flounder and get your ass booed from the damn building.
[Brief pause]
But, I know my words are just going in one hear and out the other, aren’t they Julia? I could probably talk until my blue in the fucking face; but, it wouldn’t change your mind would it? The fact of the matter is you think you’re a bad ass. You think because you wear some sparring gloves you bought from Walmart and walk to the ring in some cheap MMA shorts that I’m supposed to be intimidated. But here’s the deal Julia, you may scared bitches like Nicki and Melissa Stark―but you don’t scare me love.
Out of all the crazy, grimy, fucked up shit I’ve had to go through and endure in my short life time―why the hell sure you even register on my radar?
Julia, I’ve got one goal this week when I step into that ring; that goal is to expose you. I’m going to show the world just who you really are. You aren’t a monster, you aren’t a bad ass; you are a pretender.
You’re nothing more than another shitty wrestler!
I look forth to seeing your downfall this week. Or, more accurately, I look forth to causing your downfall with my own hands. I’m going to murder you, just like everyone expects. And, after you are defeated and dejected, you can simply take your ass back to Russia.
WMW doesn’t need you.
END