Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2015 15:20:34 GMT -6
So this is it. After nearly six long years, I finally find myself in a match for the World title. A day that I have dreamed about ever since I first began training to wrestle, a day I never thought would ever come when I first started in NWA because of the fact that the men and women were separated into their own divisions. I have always fought for everything that I have ever achieved in the wrestling business, my two reigns as NWA Starlet’s Champion, my one reign as NWA Television Champion, NWA Tag Team Champion and WCF People’s Champion respectively, my two reigns as VoW Xcel Champion and my induction into the NWA Hall of Fame. I have scratched and clawed my way up the metaphorical ladder of success, spilled my blood, sweat and tears to claim those seven Championship reigns and that Hall of Fame status. I plan on having my eighth Championship reign be that of the VoW World Visionary Championship, and I will make sure that happens. Who am I? I’m Stacy fucking Jones, and I’m walking out of Heatstroke as the new VoW World Visionary Champion!
The blustering wind howls through the night sky as the camera moves through the dark, cold, haunting building. The foul stench of decay fills the cameraman’s nostrils, nearly making him throw up whatever meal he had last as he makes his way through the damp, dingy hallway.
THWACK!!!
He suddenly jumps out of his skin at the sound he just heard, his heart pounding faster than normal, but he eventually manages to calm down once he realizes that the noise he heard was simply just a tree branch hitting the nearby window. He continues down the hallway, when he suddenly begins to hear the sweet, soft singing voice of a woman. Not being able to make out what this woman is singing, he follows the voice and as he gets closer to a large dark oak door which is slightly ajar, he can now hear the words as clear as day.
“One, two...Stacy’s coming for you...three, four...better lock your door...one, two...Stacy’s coming for you...three, four...better lock your door...”
We see the cameraman’s hand come into the view of the camera and he rests it against the door and he pushes it open. The door makes a loud, creaking noise as it opens and most of the room is in complete darkness. As he enters the room, we see that in the middle of the room is a dark oak table, resting on it is a single lit candle and sitting cross-legged on the table, behind the candle, is me, Stacy Jones, dressed in my wrestling gear along with my black leather jacket. I’m looking down at a small blade, picking my fingernails with it, my face concealed by my long black hair as I continue singing.
“One, two...Stacy’s coming for you...three, four...better lock your door...one, two...Stacy’s coming for you...three, four...better lock your...”
I suddenly stop as I hear the cameraman slowly moving closer and closer towards me, when he’s only just a few feet away from me, I suddenly lift my head and shout.
“DOOR!!!”
The cameraman suddenly falls backwards onto the floor in fear as I throw my head back and let out a shrieking, ear-piercing laugh before I drop my head again and go back to picking my fingernails with the blade. After a few moments, the cameraman hurries back to his feet, but instead of running away from me, he stays there.
“I know what you’re all thinking. I mean, I know that three of you, Carson, English, Iser...all think that I’m not good enough to be involved in this match at Heatstroke, that I don’t deserve to be involved in it. And I know that you, Val, Zhong...both believe the opposite to what the other three believe. But all in all, the five of you are all thinking the same thing...you’re all thinking that when it comes to the Six Visions Of Pain match for the World Visionary Championship, that I won’t be all there in the head...that I won’t be able to focus on the task at hand...that I’ll be so mentally tortured that I will simply not be able to get the job done!”
Slowly lifting my head up, I glare deep into the camera with my cold, dark, dead eyes.
“Well I can tell you that you’re all wrong...DEAD WRONG!”
I chuckle sadistically as I begin to softly caress my face with the blade.
“You see, everyone has a dark side to them...even nice little sweet Stacy Jones. And when this Six Visions Of Pain match comes along, I can assure you that none of you have any fucking idea as to what will be greeting you inside that steel cage!”
Suddenly I catch my right cheek with the blade and blood begins to ooze out of the small fresh wound, but this doesn’t bother me. I glance at the blade that is now covered in my thick dark red life force and I slowly lick it clean before reaching into my pocket and taking out a small photograph that I stick onto the end of the blade.
“Seth Iser...the Deity of Destruction...”
I show the photograph to the camera and it’s clear that it is one of Iser.
“You know, it’s funny how many similarities we actually have Iser...we were both children who weren’t wanted by our parents...albeit for different reasons, my mother didn’t want to keep me because she knew she wouldn’t be able to take care of me because she was a single mother still in school...where your parents just plain didn’t want you. That kinda makes me feel sorry for you a little, growing up with a family who didn’t ever want you in the first place? No wonder you turned into a crazed psychopath who wants to do nothing but hurt people just because it makes you feel better.”
The camera switches focus momentarily from the photograph to my face, the light from the candle can be seen flickering in the reflection of my dark brown eyes.
“Another thing we have in common is the fact that we’re both intelligent wrestlers, we know the different styles of wrestling and how to modify our approach to counter those different styles. The difference of course being that I not only have the knowledge of different styles of wrestling, but I can actually do those different styles of wrestling too, VERY effectively!”
I let out a small chuckle along with a smirk.
“I suppose the other similarity between us is how easily we can both lose our minds...I mean come on...it’s no secret to everyone here in VoW that if I’m having trouble with my personal life, it can affect me in the ring...I’m just not going to let it happen this time around...”
Slowly cracking my neck from left to right, I run my tongue along the top set of my pearly white teeth.
“But that is where our similarities end Iser! You’re an evil, sadistic monster who will do anything to get what you want. You don’t care for rules, or morals and yet you have the audacity to say that I don’t deserve this opportunity...that I don’t deserve the right to challenge for the World Visionary Championship! And why? Because of something I said months ago when I was the reigning Xcel Champion...something I regretted saying, something I said in the heat of the moment that I didn’t mean! Something that I publicly apologized for on live television!”
I scoff at the thought that Iser still hasn’t let this go.
“But do you know what Iser? I don’t give a fuck that you continue to allow this simple mistake fester away at your mind...I don’t care that this simple mistake keeps you awake at night, urging for my blood to be spilled at your hands! I don’t give a damn that YOU haven’t accepted my apology because you know what Iser? YOU don’t matter to me! What matters to me in this business are my fans, my friends, my family and believe it or not...the championships! You have absolutely no right to say that I don’t deserve the right to challenge for this championship! What makes you believe that you deserve this? That you’ve been in this industry longer than I have? That you’ve already been a World Champion? I’ve already stated that I have fought for EVERYTHING that I ever gotten in this industry, I don’t take any short cuts like Brett Carson or Casanova English...no...I work my ass off every single time I step into that ring and I make SURE that any opportunity I get, I deserved to get that very opportunity!”
Holding the blade out over the candle, the photograph catches fire and it begins to burn as I stare at as if in some kind of trance and I begin to sing again.
“Ashes to ashes...they all fall down...”
I reach into my pocket again and take out another photograph, once again sticking onto the end of the blade.
“Valquist...the Valiant...”
Again, I show the camera the photograph and it of course, depicts Valquist.
“Val, you’re probably one of the only two Visionaries involved in this match who actually respects me, and the feeling from me is mutual. I imagine that it must be tough for you, no longer having your brother around anymore...it reminds me of how I felt when my adopted brother, Paul, passed away due to a heroin overdose. I felt alone in the world, even though I had my friends and my fans there to comfort me during that dark, painful period...I still felt alone, I had lost the last person in my family...and I didn’t know if I could continue on...”
A single, solitary tear rolls down my cheek as I remember that fateful time.
“Luckily for me however, my life was changed all of a sudden, when I was found by my biological mother and then later, discovered that a man who I have been so close too for nearly six years, a man who I already considered a brother, was in fact my actual half-brother. My life had been...enlightened...if you will...sound familiar?”
I chuckle again.
“It should, because of course, you yourself have claimed that you are on a path of enlightenment. It sounds to me like you have found God, and that he is helping you on your path to enlightenment...I commend you for this. I have never made it a secret when it comes to my religious beliefs, quite honestly I’m not sure if I believe that there is a God...but at the same time, I have no issues with those who do, depending on who they are of course. At the end of the day, we as human beings have the right to free will, we have the right to believe what we want to believe, to love who we want to love, to be who we want to be...and nobody should be allowed to tell us any different!”
Smirking, I stare directly into the flickering candle light before turning my attention back to the camera.
“It must be quite difficult for you to have a family that disagrees with what you do for a living...I’ve been fortunate enough to have a family that is one hundred percent behind me, whatever I choose to do with my life. Whether it’s being a wrestler...or whether it’s no longer being afraid to show the world that I’m a lesbian. I’d like to believe that deep down, even though your father is strongly against you being a wrestler, that he’s extremely proud of you...of what you have accomplished, and what you could potentially accomplish in the later years of your career...and I’m sure you’d like to believe it too.”
I tilt my head to the side slightly and let out a sigh.
“Both you and I are on losing streaks at the moment aren’t we Val? And ironically they started leading up to matches against the current Xcel Champion...to which we both lost due to underhanded tactics...something that both of us strongly disagree with, because at the end of the day, we both understand that if you feel the need to cheat your way to a victory, it just proves that you’re too weak to get the job done properly. That’s why I have always said that I have put everything into climbing the proverbial ladder to success, never taking any short-cuts...doing it the old fashioned way, the RIGHT way!”
Staring at my reflection in the blade for a second, I once again turn my attention back to the camera.
“I heard what you had to say when you were on Nitro News, Val...I remember recalling that you said that if I managed to be victorious at Heatstroke, you would be the first to congratulate me. I would say the feeling is mutual, and no disrespect to you when I say this, but I won’t be needing to congratulate you on being victorious once the dust has settled after the Six Visions Of Pain match, because unfortunately for you...I’m going to be the one who gets their arm raised with that World Visionary Championship in my possession! So I hate to put a blockade in your path to enlightenment, but I’m afraid I’m going to have too, because I NEED to win this match!”
I then set the photograph of Valquist on fire, just like I did with the one of Iser’s as I once again sing.
“Ashes to ashes...they all fall down!”
Reaching into my pocket a third time, I take another photo out and again, place it onto the blade.
“The Modern Day Messiah...Casanova English”
I shake my head and let out a deep sigh.
“Oh how the mighty have fallen Cass...you thought that with The Orphanage by your side, once you became the World Visionary Champion...that you would hold it forever! And now look at you...you’re going into this match, as the challenger. Quite frankly, the fact that you’re the former World Champion is the only reason why you’re even involved in this match! If you weren’t the former Champion, you wouldn’t be involved...and why? No, not because the management here in VoW are bias and only give title opportunities to those who they like, or who they are friends with...no...the reason why you wouldn’t be involved in it is because you don’t fucking deserve it! You weaselled your way into a World Championship match by doing what exactly? Forcing an ex-smoker to cave into her addiction? By ending the career of an intergalactic hero, loved by all? By trying to force the demonic side out of one of the greatest female wrestlers to have stepped foot into a VoW ring?”
Scoffing at the things English has done, I once again shake my head.
“What would your Uncle think of you right now Cass? The poor man had Alzheimer’s disease...he died not knowing who he was, not knowing who his wife was, not knowing who you or your brother were. And honestly, if he could see you now, he STILL wouldn’t know who his nephew, Casanova English was anymore. You strive for greatness every waking hour of every waking day...you strive to become something huge, yet on that path...you have forgotten the very essence of who you are. You can blame it on your mother’s drug addiction all you want...but there comes a point when you need to wake the fuck up and realize that you are old enough to take responsibility for your own damn actions!”
My eyes pierce the camera lens with a menacing stare.
“I see you for what you really are Cass...you’re still that scared little boy who witnessed your mother having to deal with drug lords abusing her physically, mentally and sexually. And you’re afraid to come out into the real world...because you FEAR the real world! You’re delusional...and you think that having The Orphanage around to protect you, that you’ll be safe from the cruel nature that is the real world...but you couldn’t be more wrong Cass...nobody, NOTHING...can protect you from the real world! You need to start understanding that...you need to grow the fuck up...you need to grow a pair and go out into the real world and let it know that you’re going to take all the shit it’s going to throw at you and come out the other side a better man! But you won’t do that will you? Because you’re nothing more than a scared...little...boy. I know that you’re very confident heading into this match Cass, that you believe that nobody in this match has a chance of winning because you’re involved...but when the match is over, when the bell rings once the time limit has expired, you’ll once again suffer the bitter taste of defeat, just like you did at Breakthrough twenty-seven, when you lost your precious World title!”
Like the others, I set the photograph on fire and watch it burn.
“Ashes to ashes...they all fall down...”
I take a fourth photo out of my pocket, placing it onto the blade just like the others.
“The Next Level Athlete...Brett Carson...”
I feel a sudden rush of rage build up inside of me as I have finally reached an opponent that I have never felt so much hatred for during my entire wrestling career. I show the photo of him to the camera.
“One of the pathetic sheep that follows the so-called, great Casanova English. A man who constantly talks about how great he is, and how he’s saving professional wrestling from people like me or any other wrestler in this company that the fans love. A man who talks about how professional wrestling SHOULD be, yet he doesn’t have a damn clue about what he’s talking about! Just like your fearless leader, you take short-cuts to get what you want...because truly, you’re weak...and you know you can’t get the job done unless you cheat your way to the prize!”
I let out an elongated sigh.
“Just like how Cass weaselled his way into a World title match, you did the exact same thing to get into an Xcel title match! You couldn’t accept that PKA knocked you out of the Xcel Championship tournament in the first round and went onto win it, to become the first ever Xcel Champion. You couldn’t deal with that, so what did you do? You took him out and forced him to relinquish the title and he hasn’t been seen in VoW since! And then you somehow managed to get yourself involved in an Xcel title match, but it wasn’t what you were hoping for was it? No, you found yourself against three other Visionaries, one of them being me! And you didn’t like that...you felt like you deserved to face just one person, one on one for the vacant title...but in reality, you didn’t even deserve to fight for it! You lost that match...to me nonetheless...and then what did you do? You attacked my fiance and put her in the fucking hospital, making her fight for her life! And of course, you said that you did it to get my attention because of the fact you had defeated me in non-title contests. Yet the reality of the situation was that you already had my attention, because earlier that night, I told the world in an interview that I would happily put my title on the line against you, any time, any place...but you still went ahead and put my fiance in hospital! And it wasn’t because of the title, it was because you have an issue with homosexuals.”
I bite my lower lip hard, trying to maintain my composure. I bite it so hard, that I break the skin a little and a drop of blood begins to roll down my chin.
“You had a major issue with me showing my love and affection for my fiance on camera! It ate away at you because it’s something that you believe is wrong. Tell me Brett? What did you do when this great country legalized same sex marriage nationwide? Did you go out to find as many gay men and women you could find and beat the holy Hell out of them? It wouldn’t surprise me if you did...because you’re nothing more than a homophobic, shit spewing prick!”
Wiping the blood from my chin, I let out a small cackle.
“I’m desperately looking forward to ripping you apart limb from limb inside that steel cage...I’m looking forward to tearing the flesh from your body with that same steel cage...and I’m looking forward to breaking every fucking bone in your pathetic body with that VERY same...steel cage!”
I begin to play with my hair with my free hand, wrapping it around my index finger as I continue to stare blankly into the camera.
“I know that you believe to be the greatest wrestler to have ever been born Brett, I know that much like your leader, you are very confident heading into this match! But just like everyone else...you’ll soon have to come to terms with the inevitable...that you’re not going to be walking out of Heatstroke as the World Visionary Champion!”
The photo then catches fire as I place it above the candle.
“Ashes to ashes...they all fall down...”
For the final time, I remove a photo from my pocket and place it on the end of the blade.
“Mr Selfie...Ziu Zhong...”
I show the photo to the camera and as expected, it displays Ziu Zhong.
“The Visionary in this match who shares the most similarities with me...we’ve both lost our parents, albeit I was much older than he was when I lost mine, and they were my adopted parents. We both like to fly and we both enjoy interacting with our fans. We both respect one another, we fight our way to the top by giving our all and taking no short-cuts and we never underestimate our opponents, no matter who they are!”
I let out a sigh and shake my head.
“It’s such a shame Ziu, it really is...because you’re a good, decent human being...and when you took the World Visionary Championship away from the clutches of that snake at Breakthrough twenty-seven...it was one of the best days in the history of VoW! Finally, the VoW had a World Champion that they could be proud of...a champion that they could look up too...but it’s such a shame that it’s all going to come to an end at Heatstroke.”
Stroking my free hand through my long black hair, I chuckle a little.
“Of course, when I say that it’s all going to come to an end at Heatstroke, I don’t mean that having a champion that VoW can be proud of, or a champion that they can look up too will change...no...THAT will remain the same. It just won’t be you who will be that champion anymore Ziu...it’s going to be me!”
I begin to pass my free hand over the burning flame from the candle, just allowing the tip to catch my hand.
“You’re one of the best wrestlers in this company Ziu...there's no denying that. It’s why you’re the current World Champion...it’s why you were the Zero Gravity Champion for so long...it’s why you probably still would be Zero Gravity Champion, had you not being screwed out of retaining it...that’s another thing we both have in common.”
Placing the index finger of my free hand underneath the candle, droplets of melted wax drip down onto my finger, a faint sizzle can be heard coming from it as this happens.
“I know you probably don’t agree that your first ever World title defence should be against five other Visionaries...however saying that...I know you will just accept it anyway and go into this battle and give it your all! And under different circumstances, I would be cheering you on...under different circumstances, you would probably walk out the victor. But this isn’t under different circumstances, so you won’t be walking out the same way you walked in...that’s just the way it’s got to be, unfortunately for you.”
For the final time, I set the photograph on fire.
“Ashes to ashes...they all...fall...down...”
Once the final photo has burned away, I keep the blade over the flame, letting the heat from the fire increase the temperature of said blade.
“I know that I am the only woman in this match...I know that I am the only Visionary involved in this match who hasn’t being World Champion...I know I’m not the fastest, or the strongest, or the most technical, or the most charismatic! But none of that matters...and why?”
I remove the blade from the flame and I roll up the left sleeve of my jacket and whilst the camera continues to fixate on my face, I begin to slice into my exposed arm, a small amount of smoke rising from my burning flesh.
“Because I want this more than any of you! I want this more than life itself! How badly do the five of you want this? Do you want this so bad that you’d be willing to carve the VoW name into your own skin?”
Raising my left arm up to the camera, on the inside of my forearm, the letters “VoW” have been carved into it with the blade.
“I am!”
I let out a maniacal laugh as I pull my sleeve back down.
“Gentlemen...at Heatstroke...inside the Six Visions Of Pain match...you shall all suffer my judgement! Your final penance is coming!”
With that, I go back to picking my fingernails with the blade and singing once again.
“One, two...Stacy’s coming for you...three, four...better lock your...door...”
Suddenly the door behind the cameraman slams shut which startles him before he suddenly falls to the ground with a thud. You can hear me laughing hysterically followed by the cameraman’s scream before the camera goes static.
Who am I? I’m Stacy fucking Jones...your future VoW World Visionary Champion!