Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 10:46:04 GMT -6
So my return match is a one on one match with Rebecca Saint. A woman who manipulated one of my best friends, Kelsey Spencer early on in her career. Who attacked her when she made the noble decision to no longer fight alongside her because she realized that what she was doing was wrong. A woman who is currently manipulating and warping the mind of a young, innocent sixteen year old girl in Mimi Mai.
The night I took Mimi in off the streets, was a night I will never forget. The mother in me knew that I wasn’t going to let her be stuck out there with no food, no water, no shelter. I took her in and kept her safe, and during her short stay with me, I treated her as if she were my own daughter. We had some fun times together, and we got to know each other pretty well, she’s a smart girl.
And then came the day where she shot me down over Twitter. Where Rebecca had managed to get into her head again and somehow managed to persuade her mind into believing that being gay is wrong, and that she didn’t want to associate herself with those kinds of people. That filled my heart with sadness for Mimi, and filled my body with rage for Rebecca.
Problem is, being around Mimi and then being shot down by her just reminded me again of how I’m still without my babies, and it kills me...
As I lay here on my bed, dressed in nothing but a plain black tank top and a pair of dark purple lace panties, I hug onto my pillow almost in the foetal position. My eyes red from crying as my pillow is a little damp, saturated with my tears.
Surrounding me on the bed are many photographs, all of them depicting Nick and Chelsea, there’s a good two dozen of them and whilst those are strewn all over, I find myself flicking through photo’s taken by Jen of Mimi and I on some of the days where we did some fun stuff together, what a mother and daughter normally do.
I hear the faint sound of the front door opening and closing, Jen obviously back from her meeting with Ryan Omega pertaining to her plans for The Vision. I hear the click clack of her boots across the downstairs hardwood floor that goes through the entire bottom floor of the house, then across the tiles of the kitchen.
She’s obviously looking around for me, but I’m too upset to let her know where I am...
"Stacy!?!? Baby, I'm home!"
Wiping my tears from my eyes, I look towards the bedroom door, which is slightly open.
“I-I’m up in o-our room, h-honey!”
I shout to the best of my ability, my voice breaking whilst saying this because of how upset I’m feeling right now. Resting my head back down onto my pillow, I grip it even tighter as I feel more tears coming on. After a few moments, the door creaks open as Jen enters the bedroom and looks over to where I lay on the bed.
"Hey...are you okay sweetie? It's not like you to just be by yourself when I get home."
I slowly shake my head as more tears begin to roll down my face, she heads over to the bed and picks up one of the many photos covering the bed and looks at it before looking back up to me and then looking at the other photos.
"This isn't a good day for you is it? Oh Stacy...baby, talk to me. I know it hurts but it kills me that I can't really be let in when you get like this."
She sits down on the bed beside me and begins to stroke her hand through my long black and silver hair as a sniffle comes from me before I once again wipe away my tears.
“It’s just...spending t-time with M-Mimi...being able t-to do things w-with her that a mother and d-daughter are s-supposed to do. It’s...when she sh-shot me down on Twitter, saying she d-didn’t want to b-be around ‘homos’...I feel so f-full of sadness for her...and s-so much anger...”
I grip my pillow a little as I say anger, beginning to feel a little rage building inside of me.
“...towards Rebecca. And...having Mimi h-here and t-then not...it just r-reminded me of th-that day I was told I w-wasn’t fit to t-take care of my b-babies...”
Burying my head into the pillow, I burst into tears for the umpteenth time today.
"Well, look at it this way, sweetheart. What has crying ever done to solve an issue that mattered this much? Hmm? Do you think crying solved a single thing during all the rough things I've had to go through recently?"
Shaking my head, I look up to her and open my arms.
“No. H-Hold me...p-please?”
Jen softly smiles as she slides closer to me on the bed and wraps her arms around me, kissing my forehead and my lips. She has gotten really good comforting me after all this time.
"Things will get better if you push forward and you prove the world you can fight through the pain. Look at how close you were to getting Nick and Chelsea back, and you still are so close to being there. You can do it, it's inevitable, but you need to stop beating yourself up and stop feeling so inadequate when you hit these bumps of failure. Somehow, some way, you'll get back up or get picked back up every time, and I know for a fact I will be that person for you that picks you up no matter what. It's because I love you and I believe in you, ever since we were just friends and now as your loving girlfriend, I know you can fight to the top."
Looking deep into her eyes, I smile and nod. She always knows the right thing to say, and it’s one of the many reasons why I love her so much.
“Th-Thank you, honey. I l-love you so much...”
"I love you too, more than you will ever know. I lucked out to get to date my best friend in the whole wide world."
Feeling a little better now, we snuggle up to one another as I look through the pictures I was looking at before on my phone. I come across one where both Mimi and I are in the middle of a laugh, our faces covered in flour as we chuckle a little.
“That was a great day. Remember? I was teaching Mimi how to bake cupcakes...”
"Oh I definitely remember, I was the one who had to clean that all up!"
Again, we chuckle a little before I focus deep onto Mimi’s face in the picture, so full of happiness, so full of life.
“Why do I feel so strongly about trying to save Mimi from the terrible life she’ll live under the control of that witch and her lap dog?”
"I mean, I don't blame you for that kind of feeling, and it may be because you see a lot of your own kids in Mimi. But, ultimately, she has to go the direction she feels best for her and most comfortable. Sadly, if that's with Rebecca and Tyron...then that's how fate has determined itself for her."
“She’s a smart girl. I hope she eventually realizes that she’s better off without them. That life outside of Saint City is a lot better. I just...I wish I could get through to her, you know? I know that Zo’s trying to get through to her, and she’s not going to give up on her. I kinda feel guilty for giving up on trying to get through to her...but the pain was just too much for me to deal with...”
"You can only do so much as a person, you hit the limit your mind allowed you to. At some point, sometimes the things you want to love just need to be set free."
Putting my phone down, I wrap both my arms around her and hug her tightly.
“You’re right, honey. I’m sorry for being like this...how was your meeting today?”
"Pretty good...still a lot of stuff to work on with the show, but I'm confident for it's future for sure."
“That’s awesome. I’m so proud of you, honey. You’ve really taken this new show of yours by storm and have certainly made Joey proud.”
"I hope so...it's something that really motivates me, knowing I'm carrying on the thing he cherished a lot while he was here."
Nodding and smiling, I kiss her multiple times on the forehead before placing a deep passionate kiss on her lips.
“Oh! I’ve got another session with Angela tomorrow, and she sounded pretty positive in terms of not only coming close to getting Nick and Chelsea back, but also I could be coming to the end of my therapy sessions as well.”
"That's great baby...even though I'm sure you'll miss that excuse to see Angela so often."
“Well, we consider one another friends now. So we can still see each other, and the great thing about it will be us seeing each other outside of my therapy sessions. If you’re okay with it, I was thinking about asking her over for dinner some time with us. I really want you two to meet, you’ve been a major topic in our sessions...”
"I'd love to finally sit down with her and talk, for sure."
“Great, I’m glad to hear it...”
The two of us then continue chatting away to one another whilst holding each other in our arms.
This is one of the reasons why I love Jennifer so much, she always knows how to cheer me up whenever I’m down about something. Just like I always know how to cheer her up whenever she’s down about something.
We’re perfect for each other...
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So I’m feeling pretty upbeat about today’s session. The positivity coming from Angela when I was talking to her over the phone the other day about setting this up has filled me with a lot of confidence in finally being able to put this chapter of my life in the past.
I just gotta make sure that I don’t fuck this up or else I’ll be taking another two steps back rather than taking that final step forward. And of course, if my therapy sessions with Angela is really coming to an end soon, I consider her a close friend of mine and would want to continue seeing her.
And I’m sure she would love to do the same thing...
So I’m sitting here on the old red leather couch that I’m so used to lying on by now, but this time, rather than lying down on it, I’m sitting up on it, enjoying a cappuccino whilst Angela is drinking a black coffee and is sitting on the same sofa beside me rather than sitting behind her desk.
Honestly, it feels more like two friends just meeting together for a coffee rather than taking part in a therapy session. I’m feeling so much better about my life, since getting into a relationship with Jennifer and coming so close to getting my kids back.
"How's the drink, Stacy? Figured I'd try my best at making one of your favorites."
Taking another sip, I nod, flashing her a big glowing smile.
“It’s very nice, thank you Angela. Now, before we get into the main points of today’s session...I have some big news that you might like to hear about.”
"Oh, well do share."
Taking a drink from her own beverage, I take a few deep breaths as what I’m going to say may come as a bit too much for her as it’ll be a lot to take in at once.
“Well, as you know, the last session we had...I was pretty down and depressed over losing Katie. And you found out that Tyler and Jennifer, that’s Zelda’s real name by the way had gotten a divorce, right?”
She nods as I take another drink, trembling a little because I’m worried she may think that I’m moving on too fast.
"Are you about to tell me something I probably already know?"
I shoot a look up at her as a smile grows on her face.
“Is it that obvious?”
"I know the way you've always talked about Ms. Lawson...you have always loved her, that much was clear."
Letting out a snort of laughter, I take another sip of my drink.
“Seems like a lot of people knew that already. I guess, we knew it too...we just kept from actually saying it out loud due to us both being in relationships at the time.”
"Which, it's not like you two didn't love Mr. Storm or Katie...there was just something about the way you talked about her. I honestly was surprised it never became a problem."
Placing my drink onto the small table in front of me, I turn my full attention towards Angela. There’s something that’s been bugging me ever since our last session that I need to get off my chest.
“I want to apologize for kissing you at our last session. It was wrong of me and I hope it hasn’t ruined any possible friendship between us. Now that I’m with Jen, I feel like I’m in a very good place right now and if you feel like our sessions are coming close to an end, I still want you to be a part of my life. I consider you a dear friend to me now, and I really want you to meet Jen...”
"Stacy, I'd be honored. And no need to apologize for something that honestly felt kind of nice."
I feel a warmth overwhelm my cheeks, clearly I’m blushing and as always, because of my ghostly complexion, it’s visibly noticeable to Angela.
“I...wasn’t aware that you liked girls too...”
What? Did I really just say that? Just because she said that the kiss felt nice doesn’t mean she likes girls. I quickly shoot another look at her, immediately feeling guilty at the insinuation.
“I mean! Sorry...I don’t know why I said that...oh God, this is awkward...”
"Hey, it's okay Stacy. But I have no preference to men or women. I have been more keen to guys, but I've had my share of experience on the side you are more familiar with too."
Slowly nodding, I pick my drink up and take a large gulp of it.
“Well, would you like to come to my place and have dinner with Jen and I some day?”
"That would be really nice I think. I'd love too."
I smile and wrap my arms around her in a hug and after a few moments, I break away from her.
“So. You wanted to talk to me about Nick and Chelsea?”
"Well that certainly depends, are you prepared for what I have to say?"
Taking a few deep breaths, I nod.
“Yes, I’m ready...”
"Then what if I told you...I actually got to talk with Matthew the other day?"
I instantly perk up at the sound of hearing this. Oh boy, could this really be the time? Nodding again, I try my best to keep a level head.
“Okay...and?”
"He thinks it's time you finally get to see your kids."
My hands immediately cover my mouth as my face scrunches up, tears of joy stream down my face as I slide off the couch and my knees hit the floor as I sob.
"From how he talks, he wants to get us meeting together with the kids either this upcoming week or the next, and he wants to at least get it to where you can see them on a regular basis in time for Nick's birthday."
Looking up to her as she softly rubs my back, I let the words sink into my brain.
“Seriously? I’m going to get to see them before my little man’s sixth birthday?”
"Mhm, it's something he thinks is right for the kids."
Jumping up to my feet, all of a sudden I’m all giddy as I practically jump onto Angela, wrapping my arms around her neck.
“Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
"Oh...y-you are very welcome, Stacy. I've tried my best to really help."
“And you have done that for sure. I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me, Angela.”
I give her a light kiss on the cheek and this time, it’s her that gets a little rosy cheeked.
"It's j-just all part of the job."
“Yes, well even though it’s your job, I’ve always felt like you’ve always tried to go that extra mile for me. Why? I don’t know, but I am forever grateful for that.”
"You are a good hearted person, it rubbed off on me I guess."
Smiling and looking into her eyes, I place my hand on top of hers.
“Well, thank you again, for everything. Was there anything else you wanted to talk to me about? Because I can’t wait to get back home and tell Jen the good news.”
"Well...I guess I can say with how much you are approaching that personal finish line, my job with you may be finally coming to an end."
“You mean? No more sessions together?”
"In a sort of sad way, yes, no more sessions."
She lowers her head. Man, she really is feeling disappointed that these sessions have come to an end. Smiling, I lift her head back up and once again look into her eyes.
“Hey, we can still see each other of course. It’ll be nice to just hang out together as friends rather than as a therapist and a client.”
"True...sorry, you've just been one of my greatest success stories I feel, even after all the ups and downs."
“Well you should feel proud. You have helped me through so much. Not only have you helped me get my kids back, but you helped me realize who my true love was and on top of that, I’ve made another amazing friend as a result.”
Angela smiles as she grips onto my hand.
"How about I come enjoy some time with you and Ms. Lawson tonight? As a sort of celebration for you finally reaching your pinnacle of happiness."
Smiling, I nod, agreeing with the idea.
“I’d like that. You a fan of steak? Jen makes a mean steak dinner that is just to die for.”
"Sure, I could skip a diet day for this."
“Great!”
The two of us stand to our feet and I head over to the front door of her office as Angela grabs her keys and switches the lamp off before joining me.
Today has well and truly been a great day. Probably one of the best days for me yet. Knowing that I am now mere days away from being able to finally see my kids after three long years, it fills my heart with so much joy and happiness.
However I still have Mimi in the back of my mind...
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To say I’m looking forward to this match is an understatement. Most of the women on the VoW roster, I’m either good friends with or haven’t had any major interaction with. And yet, I find myself facing one of the two women on this roster that I despise, that woman being Rebecca Saint, ten points whoever guesses who the other woman is.
If there was ever a woman who I considered to be just as evil as Winter Pine, it’s Rebecca Saint, alas for very different reasons. What she does in Saint City sickens me to my very core. Being an actual real mother and seeing her use those kids, taking advantage of them because they’re troubled makes me sick.
It’s about time someone stopped her...
The camera flickers to life as I’m making my way down the sidewalk here in the beautiful city of Dayton, Ohio. Dressed in a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers, a black Nightwish Imaginaerum T-shirt, a black leather jacket and a plain black woollen hat.
Taking my electronic cigarette from my jacket pocket, I take a few puffs from it and allow the nicotine to coarse through my veins as the vapour dances up into the sky before evaporating into nothing.
I smile as I see young kids running around, playing with their siblings or parents before turning serious as I focus my attention now onto the camera.
“It’s no secret that I was disappointed with the outcome of my Steel Cage match against Winter Pine at Fate of the Gods. I felt that I let a lot of people down, including myself when I fell to The Black Wolf for the three count. However, one thing I can take from this whole thing is knowing that even though Winter may have won the war between us...she didn’t eradicate me from this company like she wanted too...”
Running my hands through my long black and silver hair, I smirk.
“She didn’t win overall because she wanted to rid the VoW of me, but I will never EVER stay down! I will never EVER give up! And honestly, if anything...I should be thanking Winter, because she’s inadvertently made my life better than it was. She was responsible for Katie and I splitting up, and so she was responsible for Zelda and I getting together, and I’ve never been happier.”
Continuing down the street, I take another few drags from my e-cig.
“But that’s now the past. Now to focus on the future and my first opponent is in the form of Rebecca Saint. A woman who believes herself to be some kind of deity, who believes she’s above everyone else and someone who preys on the weak and vulnerable minded, using them, manipulating them all whilst keeping them trapped inside Saint City.”
I scoff in disgust, just everything about this woman pisses me off.
“You know Rebecca...yes...I’m calling you Rebecca. Do something about it! I’m not going to allow you to belittle me and force me to call you Ms Saint. The fact that you believe you deserve this respect that you crave so desperately is pathetic! You see, respect is a two way thing...and I know for a fact that you don’t respect me! So why the Hell should I respect you?”
Shaking my head, I’m suddenly startled as a football bounces in front of me, almost hitting me. I stop in my tracks and after a brief moment, a young teenage boy jogs over to me as I bend down and pick up the ball.
“Sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to nearly hit you there. May I have my ball back, please?”
Nodding and smiling, I pass the ball to him and he reciprocates the smile and gives me a thumbs up before jogging back over to his friends as I turn back to the camera again, continuing down the sidewalk once more.
“You see? That! Is respect! But of course...I’m just wasting my breath talking to someone like you about respect. However, what annoys me even more about you than the lack of respect you have for others...is the way you manipulate and use poor, weak minded, vulnerable kids!”
I feel my blood beginning to boil as I just can’t believe how she’s making these kids believe that their lives are better off in Saint City with her.
“You make them believe that coming to live in Saint City with you, that they will be better off. Taking them from broken homes in their state, of course they’re going to believe that their lives are better off! But what they don’t realize is that you don’t really love them, you don’t really care about them...you’re just using them! Manipulating them! And THAT is wrong!”
A solemn feeling comes over me now as I think of Mimi now.
“And the fact that after I had taken your precious Mimi off the streets when she had nowhere to go, given her a roof over her head, given her food and drink and a nice warm bed to sleep in. After I did all of that, you managed to still turn her against me...using my sexuality as a means to do it. Which just angers me even more, because people like YOU forcing your own shallow, pathetic, homophobic beliefs onto a sixteen year old girl instead of letting HER decide how she feels about homosexuals drives me mad!”
And now, the anger has returned as I clench my fists tight into balls. Taking a few deep breaths, I calm myself down.
“You know. You can say all you want that you were powerless after you lost to Kelsey which resulted in Mimi being free. But you know, if you really truly cared and loved her, even with some stupid contract? If I knew my kids were out on the streets with nowhere to go, I would go out there and find them and make sure they were safe! But what did you do when Mimi was out on the streets? Absolutely nothing!”
Continuing to take more deep breaths, I take another few drags from my e-cig.
“There are very few women in this company that I despise, you and Winter Pine are certainly two of them. But at least when it comes to Winter, she actually loves and cares for the kids she looks after, MY kids! She genuinely loves them with all of her heart! She doesn’t use them or manipulate them to try and further some ridiculous agenda! But you Rebecca? All you care about is forcing these kids to grow up just like you! To grow up without being able to have a choice on what they believe to be right and wrong, good and evil! You shove your own beliefs down their throats and you’re just trying to make an army of yourself!”
Shaking my head, a single tear rolls down my cheek.
“I hope Zahara is able to get through to Mimi, because as much as I want to try and get through to her myself, the pain is just too much for me to deal with. Zahara has said she will never give up, so I have hope in that respect that sooner or later, Mimi will see the truth about you, because she’s a smart girl, and inevitably, it will happen.”
I slowly crack my neck from left to right, closing my eyes as I do so before re-opening them and glaring right into the camera.
“But even though I may not be able to get through to Mimi myself. On July 21st at the Hara Arena here in Dayton, Ohio...Breakthrough 48...I at least get the opportunity to take down the self-proclaimed Queen of Saint City! I have the opportunity to show the world and show the kids you have used and manipulated who you truly are! Nothing but a fraud! Nothing but a woman who cares for nobody but herself!”
Stopping now, I take a few more drags from my e-cig, still focusing my attention on the camera.
“It’s time someone showed everyone that you are far from your namesake. That you are far from a saint! It’s time for you to suffer my Judgement! Your Final Penance...is coming!”
And with that, I turn to my left and enter the building that I stopped in front of and as the camera pans up, it’s seen to be a youth hostel.
I’ve always loved kids. Even before I gave birth to my own. And helping them, just like I help anyone in my life, is something that I am extremely passionate about. But when I help these kids, I ACTUALLY help them. Unlike my opponent at Breakthrough this week.
Whether she hates me or not, I’m dedicating this match to Mimi. I’m going to teach Rebecca a lesson and I’m going to do it for Mimi...and of course, I’m also going to do it for Kelsey as well.
Because I haven’t forgotten what she did to one of my best friends...
