Post by .PAAK on Sept 1, 2015 6:50:46 GMT -6
OOC: This is an RP I wrote for UWF last week. It help me capture the fed's Ultimate (Heavyweight) title. I was proud of it, so I wanted to share it here with you all.
A Still Voice
My dearest Scarlet, what is your greatest fear?
Is that you are inadequate? No, that is not it. Your greatest fear is that people were correct about you all long. “Garbage,” “worthless,” “crack baby.” These labels have been tossed at you all of you life. They were tossed upon you out of fear, and, they were tossed at your maliciously, were they not?
My my, you are hard worker; no one is denying that. Nonetheless, are you a hard worker because you want to be, OR, are you just trying to dispel people’s perceptions about you?
You say that you are “real” Scarlet. Well then, I need you to be “real” for a moment. How many of your actions are done on your own accord? I can count sex and eating; and that’s where your own accord ends. Ninety percent of what you do is in order to combat others around you.
You like use “brutalize” to describe your actions in the ring. And, why do you act this way? You are attempting savagely beat respect into your opponents. Deep down, I imagine all you want to in life is to be loved and respected, dearest Scarlet.
Love…
Respect…
It’s all you desire, correct? You’ve never been loved. Your mother and father hated you; they left you for dead. The staff and people at the orphanage didn’t love you. They put you in danger; they almost got you killed. The Flint’s adopted you...but did they love you? No, at least that’s what you suspect.
What about your lovely sister? Surely she loves you, doesn’t she? She purports to; she tell you that all of the time. And yet, sometimes, you even question her.
How curious.
You were never respected neither. I know that to be fact. You weren’t respected when that mugger took your money; nor were you respected when he pulled your pants off in attempts to...well. You are not respected by your peers. You win the majority of your matches, and people still consider you to be sorry in the ring. Of course, they say such things out of jealously. Yet, their words still affect you, don’t they?
Hmm.
Scarlet, you are hurt. You are nothing more than a wounded animal. Your wounds are persistent, are they not? Those wounds cause you to lash out at others.
Maybe, just maybe, you really aren’t a savage. Maybe you are just a scared woman.
―Hmm. OR, perhaps, you truly are a savage. Perhaps your destructive nature truly is who you are. Perhaps you really are a bitch with cruel intentions.
Dearest Scarlet, if you really are cruel, as you say you are, then you must start acting on your own accord. Or, at least very least, you must make steps to act on your own accord. I’m aware of your Histrionic Personality Disorder. You shall battle with people's perceptions all of your life.
But, if you really want to be great, you’ll need to embrace that savage nature of yours…
. . .
“Shit!” Scarlet rose up out of her sleep, like a bat out of hell. Her breathing was harsh and erratic. She made an attempt to take a deep breath, but her body began to shake violently.
Jacob Figgins was normally a pretty hard sleeper. Perhaps, that night, he sensed his girl was in trouble. Figg’s eyes flashed open at the sounds of her screams. He awoke to find Scarlet in her disoriented state. “Lady?” he called out gently. When she didn’t respond, he put his arms around her and embraced her. Her body struggled a bit, but after a few moments, her muscles loosened up. The two sat still in the bed for a long while. “What happened to you?”
The Final Act (of Embrace)
Fear…
Fear…
FEAR...
Becca Raze, what do you fear? What is your greatest fear? Hmm?
Don’t be shy. Shit, if it would make you more comfortable, I’ll tell you mine first. My greatest fear is not that I am inadequate. I have proven my worth time and time again. WMW, UWF, VoW, WARPED―they have all been witnesses.
My greatest fear is not that I will fail. You see, I’ve never failed in my life. Based on my condition, based on my upbringing, it would have been easy to fail. It would have been easy to quit. I would have easy to roll over and die―it would have been easy to end it all. But, shit, I’m standing before you, aint I? I never did quit, Becca. Coming from a drug infested background, coming from a place of violence, failure would have been accompanied by death.
But, this bitch is still living, striving, and thriving!
My greatest fear is not that I will let people down. Becca, believe it or not, I’m not the most popular bitch on the block. Most people in life can’t handle me, which means my “inner circle” is quite small. And, if you are following along, that also means that the number of people that I could “let down” is also small.
However, to be completely honest, I don’t even really think about those people when I step into the ring. Like I have told you before Becca, each person has their own, personal motivations for wrestling. I didn’t become a wrestler to impress fools; I didn’t become a wrestler because I wanted to see my name in lights.
Becca, I wrestle because I want to hurt people. I wrestle because it’s euphoric to see my opponent, lying on the mat, writhing with pain and anguish. That is my motivation!
Therefore, letting people down is not a factor.
Now that you know what aren’t my fears, I suppose I finally tell you what is is huh? But, surely, you didn’t think I’d simply let the cat out of the bag right away. Who doesn’t love a lil’ drama?
However, I supposed I’ve created enough suspense.
Dearest Becca, my greatest fear is very plain and simple―it is that I am far more SAVAGE and BARBARIC than I even realize, or give myself credit for.
By now, Becca, you’ve probably heard most of my videos and read most of my blogs. You seem to be an inquisitive hoe, so, that’s what I’d expect from you. If you have, then you’ve likely noticed something very crucial―Scarlet Flint is not likely most people that you know. Hell, even within the confines of our respective careers, I’m not like most wrestlers you have run across.
I have the technical ability to go out to that ring and five-star match each and every night. But, that aint my goal or intention. I’ve got the charisma to be a “good ol’ company girl.” I could totally do all the ass kissing, the shucking and jiving, in order to be well liked and get ahead. Again though, that’s not my goal or intent.
My goal is to walk to that ring and physically assault each and every opponent. That’s the reason why I wrestle the way I do. And Becca, if you pay attention, you’ll notice that I still have the better matches on the card. I aint cut from the same cloth as everyone, but I still fetch a pretty penny on the market.
But you see Becca, you and the other wrestlers here in UWF think it’s just a game. You think I’m just out here trying to talk tough. Or, perhaps y’all just think I’ve got an overactive imagination. But, y’all aint with me during my alone time; y’all aint with me at night time, or when I wake up in the morning.
Violence and bloodshed continual permeate my mind, Becca!
...You know what’s interesting? You ever be up late at night, and one of them positivity speakers takes over your TV screen. I know it has happened to me before. Those motherfuckers always be talking about how “if you believe it, you can achieve it.” You know though, I saw one the other day that was kinda’ interesting. Old dude was a speaker who went around to professional athletes. One thing that he focused on was how an athlete needs to be able to “visualize.” Apparently, when one visualizes the outcome of an event, it helps you get into the right mental state―it is also supposed to help you accomplish what you plan to set out to do.
Well, I decided to use that man’s tactics. A couple days later, I employed his method while thinking about the match that you and I are about to have, Becca. Normally, I would just walk into the match cold. However, this is for the UWF Ultimate Championship, aint it?
Go big or go home, right?
Becca, in my alone time, I didn’t visualize simply murdering you in the ring. No no dear; that would far to quick. And, that would be extremely boring. I want to enjoy myself out there in the ring. I want to play with you; and no, I’m not talking about Xbox bitch. I want to play with you as a predator does; I want to toy with you―and when you least expect it, I’m going to strike!
I want to savor every bit of punishment that I inflict upon you Becca. I want to remember it for as long as I draw breath!
As part of that visualization, my mind began to go to work. First, my mind thought about that beautifully tattooed right-arm of yours. I’m going to start off with some simple moves: an arm drag, an arm-ringer. Eventually, you’ll start to feel a bit more sore. Oh, but that’s when things will switch up. That’s when I’ll start kicking that arm like it’s a soccer ball. The pain, oh, it will be intense; it will shoot all the way down to your toes.
And then, for good measure, I’ll wrap your arm around that steel-post. But don’t worry, by that time, your arm will be numb―you won’t be able to feel the pain.
However, that arm will be useless.
Next, my mind wandered to your mid-section. I won’t need to do anything fancy. All I’ll have to do is hammer you with punches and kicks. Those ab muscles that you like to post on Twitter are very sexy. Ha, but they don’t make you immune to pain―I’ll just have to increase my intensity a bit to counterbalance them. After that onslaught, you shall be gasping and crying out for air. You’ll be begging me to end the match
And yet, those pleas will fall onto deaf ears!
Lastly, there is that pretty face of yours. That face has garnered you a lot of attention as of late. And, after this match, that face will still be the center of attention. People will remark about you black eyes, courtesy of a well-placed punches. Lumps the size of golf-balls will scatter your face―my kick game is heavy, boo boo.
And when you are on that last leg, when your head and body can’t possibly take any more, that’s when I will slay you.
One kickout kick…
One victory…
One champion…
One massacre in the ring!
. . .
Fear…
Fear…
FEAR...
What is it exactly that you fear the most, Becca? Do you feel failure? I do not know you very well; perhaps you are like me, where “failure” isn’t really in your vocabulary.
But, here’s a good question for you. Do you fear walking away from this match as a loser?
You say that you want to win this match Becca. You have taken to Twitter and already declared yourself the winner of the match. How very foolish. I imagine you will be kicking yourself when you are defeated at Phoenix Rising. You’ll have to go back to those thirsty man-whores on Twitter, and explain to them how Scarlet Flint whooped that ass, and cost your shot at fame.
That is your fear, isn’t it Becca?
I’m not a mage or a wise teacher Becca, but, I do have some advice for you. This advice is going to make dealing with that loss so much more easier for you―embrace your fear Becca!
Embrace the fact that you aint gonna’ be walking out of Phoenix Rising as the UWF Ultimate Champion. And, embrace the fact that Scarlet Flint is going to crush and embarrass you.
Now, truth be told Becca, I don’t want to get into a royal pissing contest with you about who has had the more fucked up life. I get it, we both have seen some shit; we’ve both have gone through some shit. Life has put us both through the wringer many times over.
However, you should surely embrace this loss, because the fact of the matter is I WANT this match, and, I WANT this championship belt!
And no Becca, this isn’t the standard “I’m going to win because of the size of my heart” bullshit. Naw, far from it. To me though, this match is a bit symbolic―that’s why I’m going to win it.
You see Becca, this match is like my coming out party.
Ever since I first stepped foot into a wrestling ring, people have usually described me as a monster. Ha, and perhaps in those people’s minds, I truly was a monster. I’m sure you can see why they could think that, Becca. I’m not out there to be soft and play patty-cake. I go out to that ring the wreck shop and create chaos.
To be honest though, I was never really a monster out there. I wasn’t a monster because I didn't enter the ring with a monster’s mind. While I may have given one hundred percent out there, I still held back. There were limits that I wasn’t willing to cross.
That’s why I wasn’t a true monster.
Key word though Becca, “wasn’t.” You could say that I’ve undergone a bit of a, transformation, as of late. I know you’ve got a lot of pride, but, that should be alarming to you. That should cause your hair to stand up on end―because you will be the first person to see that monster.
A monster cares about two things...maybe: her family (relationships) and herself. That’s about it―period.
When I first got to UWF, of course my main focus was dominating and winning. However, subconsciously, I had another purpose―I was trying to prove something. Sometimes, I was trying to placate people, other times I attempted to spite people. Regardless, one thing is clear―I was letting other people control my actions. I was letting people’s thoughts and perceptions mold me.
Those days are long gone, Becca. I see clearly now!
Now, there’s nothing holding me back, Becca. You see, if this match would have taken place a couple of weeks ago, you would have been safe. There’s still a good chance that you would have walked away the loser. But, at least you would have had your pride and your health.
Now tho’, I’m looking to hurt you, Becca. And it’s not that I dislike or hate you. Honestly, I’m going to hurt you because I don’t give a fuck about you. You aren’t in that sacred “inner circle.”
And of course, you are standing because you are the only roadblock between me and that coveted UWF Ultimate belt. Therefore, I must END you!
But, remember to fear not, Becca―just embrace it!
END
