Post by Katie Moicelle on Nov 19, 2015 12:13:27 GMT -6
October 12th, 2015: Breakthrough 34, in Belfast,
Northern Ireland, in the Odyssey Arena. Even a month later, I still remember it
like it was yesterday. It was the last time I done anything wrestling-related,
yes, but a far more important even happened that Monday Night... this might get
graphic. This was just about like any other Breakthrough event up to this
point. I had went and lost another match, this time to friend Heath Williams.
It was a close match throughout, but I wasn’t good... or rather, strong enough
to get the win I so desperately need at this point, so I just went back to my
locker room, and started to sulk.<o:p></o:p>
“What did I do wrong this time? I had this all planned out
and everything, so what now?”
I felt like crap because of this one. I wondered how this
night could get any worse. For as long as the rest of the night was, I sat
there in my locker room, just contemplating. Just wondering what exactly my
purpose is in this company anymore. Then, just as I heard then-good friend
Stacy Jones’ theme, I also heard a bit of a thud. Just a tiny thud, but my
hearing is at its prime. Could hear a pin drop for about a mile barring
distractions... or so I‘d say. I got up to go see what, if anything had
happened and since Stacy’s locker is usually right next to mine, it wasn’t a
long run there. There lay Stacy,
bleeding out. She’d lost a bunch of blood already, so naturally, I panicked and
called out for help.
About a minute later, the medical crew arrived on the scene
and placed Ms. J on the gurney and rolled it into the new ambulance to take her
to the local hospital. Of course, I would follow along in said vehicle, because
at this point, I’m likely her best friend, so I need to hold up my end of the
bargain. The ambulance was incredibly quick in getting to the med center, and
checking Stacy into a room. Seeing her in this state was heartbreaking. I was
held outside for what seemed like an infinite eternity until the doctor had
told me:
“Katie, this is really difficult for me to tell you, but,
ah... Stacy? She... she didn’t make it, Katie.”
I could tell the doctor wanted to well up, he must have
known what it was like to be in my shoes. I said nothing as tears started
streaming down my face. I think this was the most I had ever cried about
anything. I loved her that much.
“Would a blood transfusion have helped matters?”
My voice
was shaky, and my body was weak with grief.
“Yes...”
For a moment, my spirits were lifted. Maybe we
could do that! Friends and family rejoice, for Stacy has a chance! Right?
“But not enough to bring her back, Ms. Moicelle. Stacy Jones
is dead.”
Wrong. With those last four words, I was silenced, and
grief-stricken. I said no more to the doctor and just walked off. I just needed
time alone to think about what has happened. This young woman I had fallen in
absolute love with, gone in the blink of an eye. My whole world shattered just
like snap that. I decided to go to the top of the hospital, since it was
a tall building, I could be alone with my thoughts there. But then, there’s Tyler
out of nowhere. Surely he could sympathize with me at this time. I attempt to
talk to him as follows:
“Tyler, Stacy’s dead and I don’t know what to do or where to
go... can you just—“
He holds up one finger, cutting me off.
“Save it Katie. I already know she’s dead, and I hope you
are fucking proud of yourself.”
I pull back quickly. This isn’t the Tyler I’m used to.
“Oh, you don’t like hearing that? Well, listen up, because
if nobody tells you the truth you are just gonna move on like the innocent
little piece of crap you are. Because of you, someone I considered an amazing
friend is fucking gone. I mean, I warned you constantly, told you to keep an
eye on Stacy as much as possible, to not let her get that fucking blade
anywhere near her anymore. But no, Katie decides to screw up once again and now
the blood is on your hands.“
These words, I’m absolutely horrified. I start to try and
form a coherent sentence, but just can’t bring myself to do it. It’s too late
to do so, though, as Tyler’s about to spit more venom.
"I really shouldn't be surprised, I mean when was the
last time you actually did something right Katie? I mean I would have thought
outside the ring you could do better as a person, but you can't even succeed
with that. Now you are a failure as not only a friend, but a girlfriend, you
failed someone you claimed to love. Where the hell was that love today Katie?
Where were you when Stacy was begging for someone to help her keep breathing
and make life worth it?"
Tyler just glares straight into my eyes.
"Come on, say something then, tell me how much hearing
the truth fucking hurts."
I’m in total disbelief, why would Tyler say such things? I
was the first one to the scene and everything! Knowing that, I could not respond.
Out of nowhere, now Zelda. I’m going to try and speak to her, and that could go
one of two ways, knowing what Tyler just said.
“Z—Zelda? I tried to talk to Ty and he blamed me for Stacy’s
death, which I really don’t think I’m responsible for. As far as I’m aware, I
was first one to see her after she had done what she did, or what I apparently
did according to Mr. Storm. If I did do anything to offend either of you, I
apologize deeply and extremely.“
Now I wait for a response. I’m really hoping she’ll
understand where I’m coming from, so I’ve a little bit more of a hopeful look
on my face.
"Katie..."
Zelda walks up
slowly to me, taking a deep breath...then immediately slaps me across the face.
"How...dare...you.
After everything we have been through, all the effort to help Stacy, and the
one time it's left to you we lose her. I trusted you...I trusted you to be
someone who could keep Stacy away from the dark more than anyone! Now I lost my
best friend and the person that saved my life! Katie...it is best that you get
the fuck away from us and never...ever...EVER come back."
A tear falls from
Zelda's face, a look of betrayal and anger on her face.
"YOU ARE DEAD
TO ME!"
Again, Zelda follows
this with a slap to the face that sends me to the ground. She turns and walks
away towards Tyler, as I just sit there on the ground holding my face in pain.
“...ow.. f—fuck.”
I wasn’t ready for any of this. Finally, and this is a real
surprise to me, RYDER Out of nowhere, looking down upon my fallen body:
“Yo, how’s it hangin’ Katie MoiSmelly? You still bummed
about what ya boy did to Psycho Stacy? ‘Cuz guess what? That was totally your
fault, babe!“
‘My fault? Could you explain?’ That’s really what I wanted
to say, but I’m really just shocked from everyone else berating me, so of
course Ryder had to come and rub it in.
“Now, the X may be wrong, but aren’t girlfriends supposed to
help you feel better about yourself? The Xcellent Girlfriend always used to
when the X was feeling totally not Xcellent... but what did you do? The X will
tell you what you did, babe: NOTHING! Nada! Zero! Zip! And now look what
happened to ol’ P.S.”
Ryder sighs, perhaps now he’ll let up?
“The X is never gonna get to whup her butt again now...”
Nope. Then, in the first real emotion that wasn’t smugness
that I’ve ever seen from him, Ryder turns and glares at me.
“And it’s ALL YOUR FAULT!”
He pauses, then adds:
“Not cool, babe. Not cool. #XcellentChampionRejected.”
That hashtag was the breaking point. Since Ryder had started
to address me, I had gotten up and walked backwards to the ledge of the
building, but with his condescending words, I’d had enough and suddenly, I say:
“If you insist.”
With that, I began in freefall. In about 5 seconds, I’d be
with Stacy again... forever. I spread out my arms, like I’m begging for the
sweet release of death. My last words were:
“See you soon... Ms. J.”
[END ACT I]
Act II – Reflection
Instead of a splat, though, I’m taken to our bedroom at
Stacy’s place with her right to my side, alive and well, thank God. It was all
a nightmare, one I hope never ever happens again. I think Tyler’s here as well,
because Stacy had offered him to stay with us because of this King of the Cage
thing they were both involved in. Whatever that was or is, I think it’s over
now.
I awaken with a yelp of fear that Stacy thankfully didn’t
hear because she’s in a deeper sleep than I was. Tyler was up, however, and he
heard me. Opening the door, Tyler steps in and looks around to make sure
everything was all right, noticing I was wide awake in the bed with sweat pouring
off my body. Tyler speaks with a whisper as to not wake Stacy up.
"Hey, Katie, you OK? I heard a yell from in here."
“Oh, hey, Ty, I think I’m OK. I just had the worst
nightmare, though…”
I readjust myself to a more comfortable siting position as I
asked:
“Am I still crying?”
Quiet panic.
“Not entirely sure, but you have a lot of sweat pouring off
of you. Here, I'll go grab you a towel, just come out here for a second so
Stacy isn't woken up by anything."
I go to comply rather quickly, but stealthily enough to not
awake my hopeful future bride. Before I do so, I look at the bed for a moment,
observing where I was lying. I hadn’t wet myself, had I? I didn’t know, because
I was that sweaty. I then left the room, really wanting a beverage. As I make
it out of the room, Tyler comes walking up with a towel from the bathroom,
handing it to me as I begin wiping off the drenching fear on my body.
"Yeah I can notice you have been crying a bit, your
eyes are crazy red right now. Are you sure you are OK Katie? I mean that must
have been one hell of a nightmare.”
“I’ll be fine. I dreamt that I didn’t make it to Stacy in
time last month and that she died... and you guys were blaming me for it. Ryder
was there, too, rubbing it in. Then I jumped off the top of the hospital and
joined Stacy, and that’s when I woke up.”
"Huh...that certainly is one heck of a dream. But why
would you think we would blame you of all people, it's not your fault that everything
happened. If anything you were the person that saved Stacy when everyone else
was failing to, you would be the only one not in the blame for everything that
happened."
“I know that, I guess that situation just affected all of us
in some way. I still remember her lying there bleeding out perfectly... it’s
gruesome, Tyler.”
“I know that, trust me I don’t underestimate how bad of a situation
that was. I was staying pretty strong on the outside but deep down, I was so
broken seeing Stacy finally break to the point of trying to kill herself. I
felt like I failed her... but then it got better, and I felt so happy and proud
to see how much I got through to her when we were in your hospital room that
night.”
Tyler walks over and gives me a hug and smiles.
“You are a strong girl for what you did for her. It’s like I
told Stacy that night, I don’t think I could have even put my body through the
same torment you did just to save Stacy. Seeing that look on your face that
night made it fully certain you would rather lose your life to save Stacy than
live in a world without her, that kind of love is incredible and it’s why I’m
happy you two have each other. Not only that, but you give Zelda and I a lot
more positivity too, I think without you two we would have been so broken with
some of the situations we have went through since arriving in VoW. But I just
want you to realize, you have no reason to have those nightmares, all right?
You have nothing to hate about yourself and I can tell you, if it did end up coming
to the worse scenario that night, me and Zelda would have embraced you in as
much love as possible to make you feel OK, not shun you from our lives. I swear
to you that is a fact and I dare anyone to say otherwise.”
As uplifting as that is, I should obviously thank him, but
with the night terror still fresh, I have slight skepticism...
“Are you absolutely positive, Ty?”
“Of course I‘m positive, Katie, you are family. Family
doesn’t give up on its members, no matter the situation. As long as air still
goes through my lungs and blood pumps through my veins, and I’m sure I speak
for Zelda in this situation as well, you are always going to have our
friendship. I know at times it’s been a little rough for you, I imagine the
stress of everything happening for you in VoW doesn’t help, but hey we go
through rough patches in life. You just gotta be able to fight the demons, and
you’ve got plenty of friends behind you to help keep you up so you won’t ever
lose them.”
Exasperated, I lay my head on his shoulder and let out a
sigh.
“Thank you, Ty, you’re very right. Extremely right.”
“Hey, anytime I have the ability to help, I will. It’s just
what I do. Now how about you try to head back to sleep? You have someone in
there who will probably be sad if she randomly woke up and you weren’t beside
her.”
We share light chuckles as to not wake anyone.
“I plan to, Ty. I’ll see you in the morning, friend. Thank
you for this talk.”
“No problem, just try not to have another nightmare, but if
you do, I’m right here to talk again. Good night, Katie.”
With that, Tyler walks back to the guest bedroom and I begin
to make my way back to my cozy bed next to Stacy.
[END ACT II]
Act III – Pyramid Song
About another 5 hours later, I wake up and it’s already
mid-morning. I can tell because the sun is rather blinding. I get up from the
bed and walk towards the kitchen, and no one’s there. Stacy’s probably away,
and the Storms must have went with her, because they’re nowhere to be seen
either. Either way, it gives me free range to talk.
“When I was about 7 or so, I jumped into the local river,
and that’s where and when I learned how to swim. All of my family was there. As
far as little 7-year-old Katie was concerned, there was nothing to fear or
doubt anymore, not so now that I was waterborne. What they saw was simple: a
little girl swimming in a river where cows urinate and excrete, even though the
excreta was farther down along the bed. What I saw was far more of an astral
taste, however. Angels with black eyes seemingly swam with me. After a certain
amount of time, it was like we all went to heaven in a small, but capable
tugboat. Now what does this have to do with Dathyn, my opponent for Darkest
Hour?”
I go to fix myself just a small thing. A Pop-tart should
work for the mid-morning breakfast. As I go towards the silver metal toaster, I
speak more.
“Not much, except when those angels swam with me, I swear
one of them looked like Dathyn. I didn’t think anything of it until I saw him
actually smile for once. I honestly recognized that smile as something from my
earlier youth... but I couldn’t quite place where until he smiled. The moment I recognized him as who I thought he might have been, I said ‘oh, fuck’ under my
breath. Other than this, I have never met him, but I know he is not a good man.
I thought honor meant integrity, respect, and reverence?”
CLANK! My Pop-Tart’s ready! I get up to retrieve the
extremely hot-to-the-touch pastry snack. It’s blueberry flavored, in case
you’re wondering.
“I’m clearly wrong, being the reasonable person I am.
According to Dathyn’s logic, honor is choking someone like Shay McClure or Matt
Slater almost to death, or this little, and these are his words, ‘Cutthroat
Corps fuck you tour,’ or just straight treachery. I guess for me, that means I
should probably avoid him, right? Why would Katie Moicelle say or do otherwise?
But, in reality, that would be dumb. Wanna know why? Because with the record I
have right now, I basically have next-to-nothing to lose, but relevancy to
gain.”
I take a bite out of the Pop-Tart, and it tastes OK. Not the
best Pop-Tart, but that could just have been me overcooking it slightly. That
and blueberry isn’t my favorite flavor of the bunch to begin with, it’s just
what was there. I swallow the mush that was Pop-Tart and continue.
“Now, why do I say relevancy to gain? Why would someone like
Katie care about it when she already kind
of has it? I’ll tell you... because she really doesn’t have much after some
speed that would make Dathyn’s butt-buddy Cera weep. I’m well aware of my...
let’s say other shortcomings, and that’s what’s kept me from doing much of note
in this company. But, despite said shortcomings, surely I can’t lose all the
time. Surely I’m not an outright loser
yet.”
I take another bite, same as the first, except the pastry
isn’t hotter than donkey ball sweat on the surface of the sun this time. Tastes
a lot better, too, I’d imagine. After I swallow the mush, I head back to the
bedroom, like I would do back home and get into the vacant bed.
“If honor is weakness to you, then why do you believe in it?
If I could be your psychologist for a moment, if you believe honor to be
weakness, then why... sweet baby Jesus, why do you believe in it? By your
logic, that’s outright dumb, which I know you aren’t since you’ve managed to
live as long as you have.”
I take another bite; this Pop-Tart is actually getting
better the more it cools. Now I think I shouldn’t have heated it up. How
hypocritical, I berated Dathyn for his faulty logic, while displaying faulty
logic of my own... oops. His is more severe, though.
“About two months ago, I remember you asking which alignment
you were, hero, villain, martyr...”
I clear my throat, remembering another so-called “Martyr.”
“...Or winner. I can answer that for you, sir. Martyr?
Everyone dies at some point, even someone as old as you claimed not to be for
the longest time, so that may apply eventually. Hero? Maybe if you were going
for a Batman-type of “hero the world needs, but not what it wants” thing, then maybe
I’d consider that, but I don’t think you are, so no. Villain? Obviously so, if
only by what I’ve said about you, or if only by your actions before all this.
I’m aware of the various shades of grey that surrounds this world, it’s what
makes everyone like you and I unique. But, are you a winner? The results in the
ring absolutely scream yes, but this time, this one time, that will change.
Obviously, or else I would be talking about it.”
I devour the rest of the Pop-Tart, not very ladylike, but at
this point, I’m not even trying to be one. I get up from the bed to throw the
wrapper away and get a quick drink; just a bit of water since for whatever
reason there’s not any Pepsi in the fridge. I’ll just buy some later today,
then, I guess.
“You wonder why people call you a savage, why people call
you evil. To me, the answer’s abundantly clear: you aren’t cleansing anyone of anything;
you’re just destroying whatever comes your way. I’ve met several people like
that, and to that extent, you are just another wannabe of our hopefully
soon-to-be World Champion. But, hey, at least you taught me how to swim.”
On that note, I head back to bed to try and go back to sleep.
I’ll see everyone later today, I guess.
(OOC credit: Thanks Ty for Tyler and Zelda's lines, and thanks Petey for the nightmare "Ryder" appearance. This RP wouldn't have been possible without either you or them. Again, thank you both very much.)
