I Forgot...

One hundred years. What's that mean to you? If something, or even someone, is known... is famous... for a century or more? Whether they're still around or not. What does that say? People see these things, or person, and think... they outlived their generation. It outlived what everyone expected it to. It's been standing for so long... or they've been prominent for quite a while, that they/it left behind a legacy. With age comes the potential for great things. With age comes experience, recognition, and eventually... remembrance.

You leave a mark in the minds of hundreds... thousands... if not millions...

It's not that easy to do. Some of us are young and dumb. We're inexperienced and weak. Strong enough to admit it, but not strong enough to overcome it. So we're kinda stuck in that same spiral of... doing what's expected. Doin' the whole funny business, crazy stuff, emotional wreck drama... blahblah, the same old music that never stops playing. It's just the same old song on repeat... no MJ, no Aretha. Just... forgotten lyrics of a tune that never topped the billboards.

Though that doesn't mean it can't. Sometimes, with certain things... we have to push them forward. Keep pushing. Years upon years. Even if it means a century later... it could come true. Your name could be in lights. Your presence becoming what you'd always hoped for. It takes patience... a strong will... and a shitload of stubbornness. It's called keepin' your chin up and having the balls (metaphorically of course) to keep on keepin' on. No, min venn, this isn't a pep talk. Not to you. Not to anyone. It's a promise... maybe even a threat... that I can prove it...

That even I can do it...

♫ If I break the glass, then I'll have to fly. There's no one to catch me if I take a dive. I'm scared of change, and the days stay the same. The world is spinning but only in gray...... ♫

"... and that's not only why you should become my manager, but also why you should try anal lube as hair gel."

"... yeah, I still don't see how they relate." Came Andy Wilde's confused reply, as she and I walked along the Como Park in Minnesota.

I had my iPod on repeat, only one earbud in, and it was shoved into my pocket. I pushed the other earbud into the collar of my shirt, then looked ahead. In front of us, which we were heading toward, was the Cafesjian's Carousal... a one hundred year old Carousal that, through the strength of it's build, and the faith and hardwork from volunteers, has lasted the entire century (come August). As we edged closer, I threw my arms up in frustration, not understanding how Wilde could NOT be getting this.

"I'm saying, if you use it for hair gel, it could easily come in handy f- don't look at me like that!" I stomped my foot as a mini tantrum erupted. Andy was looking at me like I was some kinda fruitcake. Which... I was. But she didn't need to keep reminding me! As my tantrum concluded, Wilde spoke slowly...

"So... manager huh. Wrestling manager, that is, for the Queen herself, Vanessa... interesting." There was a pause for suspense, before Andy shot me that half smirk I liked a little bit too much. "I accept."

"Awesome! You get to be the manager of the fail of the century, Vuhnessa! I'm gonna get t-shirts made. Though the darn fans might like that... grrr..."

I tapped a finger to my chin, as Andy peered at me. My words probably made little sense to her... considering she'd just seen me take my first VoW victory against my friend Jarek. It certainly wasn't easy, but I made it happen. And now I was in a park, staring at this old ass carousal, as Andy tried to lecture me (in a way a certain someone else couldn't fathom).

"You won this past week. That's gotta count for something, right?"

"It ain't that I'm not happy I beat Jarek! I mean, I think I showed off some mad skills!" I flexed, and Andy lifted an eyebrow at me, before I lowered my arms and pouted slightly, as my baby blues trailed back to that carousal. I was far too entranced with the thing... and Wilde stared at the ground in thought as I continued.

"But there's gotta be more I can do. To feel fulfilled, I mean. Defeating one guy who, let's be honest... ain't the most serious competitor here... well, iono. I just think there's more I can... uh... accomplish."

"I mean, I guess I understand where you're coming from. But I still think you-... V?" Andy stopped speaking when she noticed that I'd disappeared from her sight.

She looked around in bewilderment, then froze when she heard me call her name. Wilde's gaze lifted to the top of the carousal... more specifically, the actual roof of it. Of course, the entire thing was spinning, so even though I was sitting still atop it, I was being spun around... and around... and around. This was disorientating as fuck... which was perfect, considering who I was facing at Breakthrough 5.

"Why the hell are you up there?" Wilde blinked, then shouted again, "HOW did you get up there?"

"Magic." I wiggled my fingers dramatically, and Andy lowered her arms and lifted an eyebrow skeptically at me.

With a grin, as I felt my body still being dragged around in a circle by this carousal, I set myself in the grooves of the top of the large, hundred year old machine, keeping a grip. As I did, I saw that I was about to pass Wilde again and shouted over... "I keep forgetting the lyrics of this song!"

"What song??" Andy called back, and I responded swiftly.

"The one on my iPod! It's a good one too! But..." My sentence cut off as I stared down at the music player in my grasp dazedly. Pressing the one earbud into my ear, so I could still hear my new manager, I continued my thought... "...for some reason, it reminds me of my career. Of me... and of VoW."

"That includes your opponents this week, right?" We were still calling back and forth to each other, though as Andy got closer to the carousal, she could hear me better. Squinting in a bit of confusion, Wilde stared up at me curiously as I mumbled my response...

"Yeah..."

"Who were they again???"

♫ Somebody shine a light... I'm frozen by the fear in me! Somebody make me feel alive, and shatter me! ♫

"Casanova English... he's got this idea that he can alter someone's perceptions through his wrasslin'. Make people think they can just get up and take what they want..." Came my reply as I laughed aloud, shaking my head... not the best idea when spinning around.

Putting a hand to my temple dizzily, I flinched and continued. "A big head can only getcha so far. This silly idea of equality for mankind? It ain't possible. Not even in this lil career of our's. You can't always achieve whatcha set yer sights on. You can try... but it gets a whole heck of a lot harder when you ain't just doing it for yerself anymore. When you're doing it to prove something to people... to show them something...? For their sake? Don't that just add way more baggage? And that's on your shoulders, min venn..."

♫ So cut me from the line. Dizzy, spinning endlessly. Somebody make me feel alive, and shatter me! ♫

"And Drake Blake? He's like a dude version a' me..." I saw Andy smirk slightly as I passed, and I blinked as the children's laughter, parents' cheerful voices, and music box-esque tune trickled into my mind. Closing my eyes again, I pictured Mr Blake's face. Handsome... friendly... kind... filled with life. But behind all that I knew was exactly what was behind everything I put up.

I continued talking about Drake slowly, "He's got the potential to be huge... but the lackluster insanity that kinda affects us both. Cuz our craziness doesn't help us... it hinders us. Our insanity puts us at a disadvantage half the time. Cept while his seems to breed a certain level of violence... mine's just annoying."

I heard a low growl within me, as the Queen stirred in her deep slumber. But she decided not to pop out at the moment... only when it flippin' benefited her, huh? Guess it's a quality we share. With an audible sigh, I piped up again, loud enough for Wilde to hear as I continued going around... "Either way, the three of us all have different goals... and this match's gonna basically decide who wants to reach their's more. Those two are super motivated... Drake to prove himself, English to prove his cause. Me? I'm stuck in the middle..."

"Well, since I'm your new manager..." Andy said, flipping her hair outta her eyes like she was some kinda badass. "I wanna know: what do you want to do? So I can help you achieve that."

"A mix of what my foes are doin'... or what they set out to achieve."

"Which is?"

"I wanna regain a former glory. I did some pretty epic stuff in the past. I pushed past some barriers to become something... even if it's not really what I want right meow..." I paused, then shrugged a shoulder as I passed her. "But it ain't just that. I don't wanna just get back to what I used to be, or could be. I wanna provoke change while I'm doin' it, y'know?"

"What do you mean ' provoke change'?" Wilde asked in bewilderment, and my answer was blurted out...

"I wanna change the world. But not their world, my world. I want it to benefit me. But sometimes when I try to change things to benefit me, I benefit everyone but me, and I don't get jack outta it..." I rambled, the carousal moving around again so that my new friend disappeared from sight. But I could still hear her voice...

"I uh, kind of... get what you're saying, but I think you're over-thinking it."

There was a bit of silence then, as I spun around a couple more times, thinking about this. What if Andy was right? I'd always had the habit of thinking too much, and acting too late. It cost me a lot of things. And then when I tried to act and not think, it cost me even more. There had to be a happy medium. Perhaps, if I could find that... my chances against English and Drake would be better. Maybe I'd understand what I needed to do. Because at the moment? I was pretty lost..... then again, wasn't I always?

"You know, I don't even know if I can do it..."

"Do what?"

"It." I nodded, the carousal slowing, as we heard security running over, shouting at me to get down. But I moved around slowly again, until it continued around and I was facing my new manager again.

"The ability to hold the world, including your fate and others', in your grasp. The ability to change things. I'm no Drake Blake... I ain't 'sick' or sadistic. I'm no Casanova English... I ain't anybody's leader, or my own effed up 'philosopher'..."

I paused, as the carousal went around one last time. I felt it slowing underneath me, the guards' voices getting closer, and I closed my eyes again... just for a second. With a breath in, I held it... then opened my eyes and slowly let it out, as I was facing Andy once more. She spoke before I could...

"So what're you gonna do, then? There's gotta be some kind of plan in that messed up mind of your's..."

"Well I..." My words trailed off, as the carousal kept spinning, and finally stopped as I was facing the right. Wilde jogged over and stood in front of me, waiting patiently for me to continue. But when I didn't, she blinked and called up...

...you what?"

"I..." Andy continued watching me expectantly, as guards and parents alike starting yelling at me to come down. I glanced around at them, a thoughtful expression on my face. Every idea, every word that I could express right now... it just wasn't the time or place. It just wasn't right. So what was I gonna do? My lips parted, as the hushed voice of my alter ego echoed through my mind...

Play it off like the lyrics of that forgotten song...

"...I forgot the words..."

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