Post by Rebecca Saint on Jul 2, 2016 8:50:10 GMT -6
Backstage at Fate of the Gods II
June 16, 2016
35 minutes until Rebecca Saint vs Kelsey Spencer
The match with Kelsey is drawing closer. It’s almost time for me to make her sorry for betraying the family and turning her back on her friends. I can almost taste the satisfaction of snapping that busted arm off her body and throwing it into the laps of the fans in the third row.
I can hear Mimi’s footsteps approaching behind me as I add the finishing touches to my wrist tape.
Mimi Mai Saint: “Is everything okay? You’re very quiet…”
Rebecca Saint: “I’m fine, I’m just mentally preparing myself for what’s in store.”
Mimi Mai Saint: “What’s gonna happen if she beats you? I don’t wanna leave.”
I rise from my seat, snapping the final piece of tape from the roll as I make my way over to her. She flinches just a little as I pet her on the head with a warm, welcoming smile.
Rebecca Saint: “You think she’s going to beat me? She has no chance, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
She pulls away, like a cat that’s received a little too much attention. I sigh, retreating to my locker to reach for the hand sanitiser. When was the last time this girl washed her hair, seriously?
Rebecca Saint: “What have I taught you? You know we don’t tolerate negativity, you are acting just like that girl who always cuts herself… What’s her name again?
I toss the bottle of hand sanitiser into the locker and slam its door, trying to put a name to that repulsive face.
Rebecca Saint: “Stacy Johns? No, that’s not it...”
Mimi Mai Saint: “Sorry! I don’t mean to be negative, I just--”
Rebecca Saint: “Enough.”
I take a seat on a nearby chair and points to the ground in front of me. Like a well-trained dog, Mimi takes her rightful place at my feet.
Rebecca Saint: “You know, you’re lucky to have me. Not many parents would be forgiving as I am. I happen to know this for a fact.”
Mimi Mai Saint: “Your parents weren’t nice to you?”
Rebecca Saint: “No, not at all…”
I can feel my face soften. I’m opening a vault I’ve kept locked for many, many years.
Rebecca Saint: “Whenever I did something wrong... Or said something that in their eyes was wrong, for that matter… I was punished. Not the conventional kind, where you’re sent to your room without dessert. More like “send her to the farm to work for a week and think about what she’s done”. One time in particular I remember, I couldn’t have been older than 7 or 8 years old... I spilt some milk on the carpet, and they sent me away for a month. I worked everyday in the hot sun. I was only allowed water during the day, and one meal at night. All of that over spilt milk…”
The look on her young face tells me that she’s really taking this story to heart.
Rebecca Saint: “So really, Mimi... You should be counting your blessings.”
Mimi Mai Saint: “You’re my hero.”
Rebecca Saint: “I try to be a tough but fair authority figure to you kids. I would never dream of putting any of you through that, it’s barbaric. But the outside world fail to see that, because they’re all blinded by their own perceptions. I hope you can understand that I have nothing but your best interests at heart.”
She nods her head with tears in her eyes. On the verge of a sappy bonding moment, I slap my knees and rise to my feet.
Rebecca Saint: “Story time is over. It’s time to teach a traitor a lesson.”
That was the last conversation I had with Mimi. She was taken away from The Affinity by Kelsey, and I spent a decent amount of time with the doctor getting the wound on my forehead glued shut.
Oh well. Back to the drawing board.
Saint City
Rebecca Saint’s Living Quarters
June 24, 2016
8:04 am
“One loss to save the many”, isn’t that how the saying goes? Mimi’s sacrifice wasn’t a waste. Now, Kelsey Spencer has left VoW and she’s left us alone at the same time. Saint City has plenty of young girls who would love to be at my side, to fill the empty void left behind by Mimi’s absence. Whether she knows that or not is none of my concern. Let the search to find a suitable replacement begin.
Enjoying quiet time in my quarters, I’m disturbing by the obnoxious banging on the door. The hefty fist can only belong to one man.
Rebecca Saint: “Come in.”
Filing my nails, I don’t even need to look over my shoulder to see who’s entering… And that he’s not in a good mood.
Tyron Bickerton: “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Rebecca Saint: “What do you mean by that?”
Tyron Bickerton: “Haven’t you seen Twitter recently? Those delinquents are corrupting our Mimi with their propaganda, and you’re just sitting here making sure your nails are aligned?!”
Rebecca Saint: “You know I don’t always pay attention to Twitter, due to the fact that most of them are twits. Mimi chose her path, she sacrificed herself for the benefit of Saint City. If she really chooses to fall prey to their propaganda, then she’s stupider than I thought. What we taught her must’ve meant nothing. She really wasn’t worth the time and effort that both of us put in.”
Tyron Bickerton: “So that’s it, then? You just want to give up and move on?”
Rebecca Saint: “You need to do what I ordered you to almost a week ago now. You have to train those boys to defend the other girls living here.”
Tyron Bickerton: “Give me one good reason why I should…”
Sometimes, he can be so irritating. I don’t know why I let him be in my presence.
I throw the nail file down, and turn to face him. It’s obvious he’s not going to be smart and let this go, so I have to put him in his place.
Rebecca Saint: “You need to watch who you’re talking to. I could make your life very, very miserable if I wanted to. Now, listen here... I have big plans and right now, for the sake of everyone on this island, they don’t include Mimi.”
He’s not getting the message. He lurches forward into the room, still spewing nonsense, digging a grave deeper and deeper for himself.
Tyron Bickerton: “In case you’ve forgotten, you’re the reason Mimi isn’t here anymore! You lost your match! It’s all your fault, and you need to fix it.”
I’m furious. How dare he speak to me like that! Me, Rebecca Saint! I walk up to him and slap him right across his disrespectful face.
Rebecca Saint: “How dare you! You disrespectful swine! You have no idea what is going on and with the rate you are going at, you will never comprehend what I have planned because you’ll be looking for a new place to live! Understand?”
Livid, I point over his shoulder, directing him towards the door.
Rebecca Saint: “I can make sure you never show your face here again! So, how about you back your ass up and leave this room before I do more than just slap you across the face!”
He finally learns to keep his big mouth shut and do what I command. No-one ever questions me or blames me for anything, not even him.
Rebecca Saint: “Well? I am waiting…”
He doesn’t answer me with words, instead he just nods and leaves the room. It’s hard to find decent help these days. If he can somehow manage to teach those children something useful, maybe I’ll let him stay.
Saint City Auditorium
June 24, 2016
9:38 am
I walk into a massive auditorium filled with the girls of Saint City. Gathered around like a gaggle of geese, they don’t have a care in the world, which is just the way I want it to be. That’s what I wanted, to create a safe haven for these children society didn’t care about. I make my way to the podium, commanding the room into silence.
Rebecca Saint: “Progress. It’s a word you probably aren’t acquainted with. But see, my children… Progress is necessary in this world. Without progress, we cease to be relevant. This evening, I come before you all to talk about how we are to move forward, and make progress, after the effects of Fate Of The Gods II. We know what happened, and we lost one of our own... But, now is not a time for mourning and grief! Now’s the time of change! I need you all to think of this as an opportunity. In Mimi’s absence, I need a new right hand girl and obviously, it will be one of you.”
There’s a small amount of chatter amongst the crowd.
Rebecca Saint: “I don’t want you misunderstanding me, though. I need to find the right girl for this task, which won’t be a cakewalk. Becoming my apprentice is no easy feat. You will have to endure many trials and tribulations before I even consider you. But, I need to know now who would be willing to take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
I pause waiting for someone to respond in someway, but no-one seems willing to step up to the plate. Disappointed in the lack of volunteers, I take a hard lean on the podium.
Rebecca Saint: “What? No takers? No-one wants to study under your savior?”
Just then, an individual girl steps forward.
Rebecca Saint: “Who might you be?”
Girl: “The name’s Harley. I’m pretty new here.”
Rebecca Saint: “Oh you’re new?”
It's not often that I get a chance to meet with any of the new recruits. Usually, they flounder and make their way here on their own accord, and I never pay any attention to them until they do something to catch my eye. This should be interesting.
Rebecca Saint: “You think you have what it takes to be my apprentice? What can you offer?”
She shrugs her shoulders, stepping up onto the stage.
Harley: “Can’t be too hard. Your last apprentices didn’t exactly set the bar too high, from what I saw on television… I’m pretty sure I can be more than competent.”
I like this girl’s moxie. But if she really wants to get anywhere, too much moxie will get her into trouble.
Rebecca Saint: “Do you really think it's wise to come up here without my approval?”
Harley: “You’re not going to punish me, I know you’re not. Because you know as well as I do, none of them are willing to step up and take this wonderful opportunity.”
As she’s motioning out at the sea of young women, I can see a lot of my younger self in her. She’s almost a perfect fit.
Rebecca Saint: “I do admire your confidence... But, just make sure it doesn't outshine mine.”
Harley: “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it, Miss Saint. You’re my leader, first and foremost.”
It’s difficult to decipher whether or not she’s sincere… She could just be humouring me. But, then again, she’s seen what happened to Kelsey when she strayed from my teachings… I’m sure she’s a bright kid, otherwise she wouldn’t have found her way here.
I guess I’ll just test the waters with her...for now.
Rebecca Saint: “Let it be known, from this day to the unforeseeable future… That Harley will be my apprentice.”
I extend my hand as a gesture of acceptance, and she accepts it with a sly smirk not unlike one I’ve been known to flash from time to time. I place a hand on her shoulder.
Rebecca Saint: “Everyone, I want you learn a lesson from Harley. You don't need to be afraid to reach out and take what you want. Sometimes, being a little overconfident can work out in your favour.”
Today was a good day. I managed to find what could very well be a suitable replacement for Mimi, and the boys are getting some much-needed training from one of the best in the business. At least, I hope that’s what’s happening. I’ll be sure to check in later on tonight.
Tyron’s private dorm in Saint City
June 24, 2016
4:48 pm
I heard from one of the boys that he risked his life to save one of the others*. I’ve been really tough on him today, frustrated by what’s happened and where I go from here. It’s not fair, and I need to make it up to him. I’ve come to his private dorm to apologise to him in person and maybe we can get back on the same page.
*(Who did Tyron risk his life to save? The answer is in Oracle of Masculinity.)
The bathroom door opens, letting light into the darkened room for a quick moment until he flicks the light switch off. He’s startled a little at first when he lays eyes on me, but his face softens and he continues drying his hair off after taking a shower.
Tyron Bickerton: “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
I slowly make my way over to him, circling his large bed. I feel terrible for slapping him earlier, even if he was annoying the crap out of me.
Rebecca Saint: “I wanted to apologise. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I shouldn’t have slapped you.”
Tyron Bickerton: “I’m sorry, too. It just feels like I’m the only one upset that Mimi’s not around anymore. It’s like you don’t care.”
It does come across that way. I have a tough exterior. I feel like I have to, because I’m a leader. People look up to me and if they can sense weakness in me, then that spells trouble for all of us. I have to keep up appearances.
Rebecca Saint: “But I do, baby, I do…”
I run my hand across his face to not only comfort him, but control him. He most likely has no idea, but whenever I have ways of controlling him like a puppet on a string by just coming into contact with him.
Rebecca Saint: “I miss Mimi, too. But I can’t let those emotions get to me right now. If I show any signs of weakness, everything could fall apart.”
I scratch his beard like I’m scratching a dog’s belly.
Rebecca Saint: “I want her back just as badly as you do, trust me.”
I do miss Mimi. I invested a lot of time and effort into her, so of course I developed a bond with her. But it’s not as strong as I’m leading him to believe. At the end of the day, Harley is better equipped to be my right hand girl. If I never see Mimi again, so be it.
Tyron Bickerton: “I hate when we fight…”
He pulls me in for an embrace. I resist a little at first, but his big, muscular arms are just too inviting. He just stepped out of the shower, so he smells nice and clean… It’s appealing to me.
Tyron Bickerton: “What’s for dinner?”
Rebecca Saint: “You’ve got a one-track brain, you know that?”
I kiss him softly. He’s changed his attitude and his public image a lot recently, but behind closed doors, he’s still just a big goofball. Even though I’m reluctant to admit it… I find that charming. I’m not satisfied with just one small peck, and so I pull him in for a second kiss… This kiss is much more passionate than the first, with the intent of taking it much, much further.
I lie myself down on his bed, pulling him down on top of me by his collar while he begins tearing my clothes from my body. This is the only setting where I’m willing to hand over control to him, even if only for a brief period… He doesn’t waste the opportunity, kissing across my naked upper body. He finds the sensitive spot, right on my neck… His tongue lashes my earlobe, his hand strokes my exposed breast… I find myself surrendering to his will.
I lick my open palm and reach down between my legs to return the favour. He’s as dry as a bone, but I’m determined to change that. When I deem him wet enough, I slowly guide him inside me… The initial feeling of him entering me is a shock to my system, but it feels so right… I’m not sure what I did, but he’s obviously madly in love with me. Nobody can fake this kind of passion and intensity, no matter how good they are. Although I’ve often wrestled with my feelings towards him, I’m almost convinced that I’m in love with him, too.
Being without control for so long makes me uncomfortable. I have no problem letting the big kid play with me for a while, but now it’s my turn. I’m able to roll him onto his back and straddle him. Maintaining my balance with my arms outstretched to his chest, I begin riding him lovingly. These feelings are genuine, as much as I hate to admit… Nothing quite comes close to the feeling I get while making love to him. His musky scent wafts up in the gentle breeze creeping in through the door, arousing me even further… Everything about this moment is desirable, from the feelings to the sights to the smells…
Rebecca Saint: “You alright down there, baby?”
Tyron Bickerton: “I’m great… Are you alright?”
He grips me tighter, and I feel a pull in my chest. I’m powerless to prevent a loud moan escape my lips… I arch my back and tilt my head in the same direction, closing my eyes to amplify my sense of feeling...
I let my guard down for not but a minute, and he’s thieved control from me once again. I’m not angry… I’m the opposite, if anything. He hits all the right spots inside me, making me feel emotions I’d usually block from my conscious mind... I run my nails down his back and his faces tenses from the excruciating pain he must be in, but he still moans with pleasure. As I feel myself getting closer to jubilance, I wrap my fingers around his throat as tightly as I can… Something about obstructing his airway excites me further, and makes him try even harder… Even while he’s on top of me, I’m still the one in control.
At least I thought I was in control.
My head starts spinning and my vision blurs. I lose control of my limbs… My thighs tighten, tingling sensations consume my entire body as I feel like I’m being pulled apart in every direction. It’s like a volcanic eruption, an explosion inside me that I can’t control, nor do I want to.
For one night only, I’m not the one calling the shots.
Saint City
July 1, 2016
9:35 pm
A stationary camera films my every movement. Sitting down in a beautiful wicker chair, I take a sip of my coconut and fold my legs.
Rebecca Saint: “I just wanted to check in with the VoW fans I adore so much. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Since Fate of the Gods II, if you have to be specific. That was the night I lost my dear daughter Mimi at the hands of that turncoat.”
I force a smile, stroking the arm of the chair like I’m petting a cat.
Rebecca Saint: “I’m not here today to talk to you about that. It’s in the past, and I want to move forward. I teach my children about progress and the importance of it to our survival… I need to set a good example to them. I need to move on with my life.”
I take another sip from my delicious coconut.
Rebecca Saint: “Moving forward, I have to face a broken little girl known as Katie Moicelle. Kathryne… Do you mind if I call you Kathryne? I don’t believe that we were brought together by accident… I believe we were destined to meet in the ring this week. I have kids around your age who are just learning about this industry, and you’ve been here for quite some time making your name known.”
I clap slowly… Half of it is respectful, the other half, sarcastic.
Rebecca Saint: “What you did as Zero Gravity Champion was impressive, you should be proud of that. But you’re not, are you? I may not be very active on Twitter, but I do check it quite often… And in the time since Fate of the Gods II, you’ve been quite negative over this loss of yours. You’re actually dissatisfied with your 164 day run with the belt. But why, though? Only one man can claim he has had a better run with that championship than you did…”
I stay quiet for a moment, then snap my fingers.
Rebecca Saint: “Of course! That’s it, isn’t it? There’s someone better than you, and you can’t stand that. You have an inferiority complex, and you need to prove that you’re not completely worthless. That’s why you’re so passionately declaring that you’re going to win another title already, when you haven’t even had a match since losing the last one. It’s great for you to have goals to work towards, but you’re talking about going on to win the Quest For The Case and moving on to be the Xcel Champion, and I find that insulting. I find it insulting that you’ll look past me as a threat, considering our match against each other this week is for a spot in the Case match.”
I clear my throat, unfolding my legs and leaning forward in my chair.
Rebecca Saint: “Let me tell you why you’re not going to win and qualify for that match, Kathryne… You’re a broken little girl. You can trust me when I tell you that I’ve come across my fair share of broken little girls, so I know one when I see one. You got a taste of success much too early in your career, and now you’re scared that you can’t ever replicate that. While it’s fine to plan ahead, it’s dangerous to overlook what’s right in front of you, and that’s exactly what you’re doing. It’s reason you’re not the Zero Gravity Champion anymore, because you were so focused on breaking the record for the longest reign, you overlooked your opponents and one of them took their chance. If you need further proof that you’re not mentally prepared to step into the ring with me, just look at the fallout of our biggest show of the year. I lost my very own daughter at Fate of the Gods II, but I kept it together, because I’m a strong person. You, on the other hand, lost a leather strap and fell to pieces, all because you’re a weak little child who has no idea what she’s doing.”
I lean back in the chair, sipping the remaining milk from the coconut before placing it on the table beside me. I cross my legs the other way and clear my throat.
Rebecca Saint: “I could’ve helped you, Kathryne. I’m dedicated to teaching the next generation how to function in today’s messed-up world, and how to turn their weaknesses into strengths. Do you know what Kelsey Spencer was like before she came to me for guidance? She was just like you. She would fall apart at the slightest problem, and she was always worried that her best days were behind her. But I took her in and moulded her into the athlete you see today, wrestling all over the world. She’s someone people gravitate towards because she has that confidence in her abilities, thanks to me.”
I frown, flipping my hair out of my face.
Rebecca Saint: “You, though? You’re nothing. You had your moment in the sun, but the fairy tale is over, Cinderella. The clock’s struck midnight and it's time for the “princess” to run home. With all the people you’re pushing away recently, do you even have a home anymore? I mean, I would offer you a place to stay in Saint City… But you don't seem like the kind of person to jump at an amazing opportunity to become a part of KISS. I am a mother, though, and a mother always forgives her children...even if they’re a failure and an utter disappointment.”
I leer at one of my children, and she rushes over to replace my used up coconut with a fresh one. I take a sip and wave her out of the shot.
Rebecca Saint: “Has your mother ever forgiven you of anything you've done wrong, Kathryne? It doesn’t sound like you’re close to your mother… Or anyone, for that matter. You’re always having some kind of whirlwind drama in your personal life, whether it’s struggling with your self-worth or trying to stop another relationship from failing. If someone told me you’ve had more break-ups than you’ve had wrestling matches, I wouldn’t be surprised at this point. I’ve been watching your personal life spill into your professional life time and again because you have no control over anything in your life.”
I wear a smirk with pride, running my fingers through my hair.
Rebecca Saint: “I know you’re planning to show up at Breakthrough 47 with the intention of fighting me with everything you’ve got. But, I implore you to reconsider your decision. You wouldn’t travel cross-country on a near-empty tank of gas, would you? The very same concept applies here. If you try to take me on in the state you’re currently in, I will break down what’s left of your self-esteem and send you right back down into that deep, dark pit you just clawed your way out of. Do you really want that?”
I stand from my seat, fixing my hair and approaching the camera.
Rebecca Saint: “The choice is yours at the end of the day, Kathryne. If you do ultimately decide your career’s worth throwing away, then I will see you on the 7th. Once what’s left of your spirit is destroyed, my door will be open to you, my child. I will help rebuild your life and glue it back together… Piece by fractured piece… Come join me...”
