Saint's Swan Song

(Note: The CD part of this is Part 2 of a collaboration with Kelsey Spencer. You can read Part 1 in Kelsey's PAW roleplay here: pureamusement.boards.net/thread/454/kelsey-annabel-hayden-burchill)



Rebecca Saint: “I’m glad to see you could make it.”

I welcome my guest with arms wide open. Kelsey Spencer has been away from me for a long period of time… We had a little spat, but now it’s time to reconcile and turn things around. I invited her to Saint City tonight to hear me out… She’s been going through a rough patch, and I wanted to smooth things over with her to try and help her get her life back on track.

Kelsey Spencer: “This whole place… It’s all yours..?”

She walks across the sand, gazing up at the night sky and the developing buildings as she approaches me. I’m perched on a rock, the little gas lantern in my hand the only light on the whole beach. She has never set foot on Saint City soil, nor has she set eyes upon the eutopia I am developing… I can tell it is not what she was expecting.

Rebecca Saint: “I made it all possible, yes, but it is for the children. Their happiness is what’s important to me.”

Kelsey Spencer: “Yeah, so I’ve heard…”

I can sense the hostility in her voice. She still doesn’t trust me.

Rebecca Saint: “Why don’t you join me inside?”

I turn my back to her as I smile.

Rebecca Saint: “I’ll have Carson prepare any meal you wish.”

Kelsey Spencer: “Dinner? Well, how can I say no?”

I slowly lead her up the sand and to my bungalow, up on the hill overlooking the island. I watch as she tosses her bag down on my finely varnished floor without a care in the world… I’d usually be annoyed that my floor could’ve been scuffed, but I let it slide. I’m trying to make friends with her.

I remove my over robe and blow the flame in the lantern out, before motioning toward the dining area.

Rebecca Saint: “Make yourself comfortable. Carson will be with you momentarily.”

Kelsey Spencer: “Yeah, thanks…”

She takes her time walking down the hallway, inspecting the designs on the walls. I don’t think she understands why I’ve invited her here, but I have every intention of telling her. I have carried this burden with me for a long time and I do not wish to any longer than I must… It’s time for me to disclose my deepest and darkest secrets to someone I know will not throw it back in my face. Tonight is the night I do so.

I enter the dining area, walking by Kelsey, who has seated herself at the lavish table.

Rebecca Saint: “Made yourself at home?”

Kelsey Spencer: “Oh, yeah… This place is huge!”

I take my seat at the head of the table, folding my legs as I look over to her.

Rebecca Saint: “Have you decided what you would like for dinner?”

Kelsey Spencer: “Uhh… What’re my options..?”

Rebecca Saint: “Anything you wish. Like I said, Carson will make anything your heart and stomach desire.”

Kelsey Spencer: “That feels kinda wrong…”

Rebecca Saint: “Nonsense. You are my guest, and I will treat you with the level of hospitality you deserve.”

I snap my fingers to summon Carson to my side. He leans in slightly to speak.

Carson Lawrence: “Can I assist you, Ms Saint?”

Rebecca Saint: “What do you wish to have, Kelsey?”

She stares down at the table cloth. I can’t help but notice her terrible hunched posture as she clears her throat.

Kelsey Spencer: “Fried chicken..?”

I tilt my head toward Carson.

Rebecca Saint: “Really? I’m offering you anything you wish. You sure you wouldn’t prefer a fresh lobster?”

Kelsey Spencer: “No, I’d really like some chicken…”

I’m repulsed by her choice to have the greasiest food she could think of, but I’m more than willing to oblige.

Rebecca Saint: “Very well. Carson, prepare Kelsey the freshest fried chicken dish you can.”

Carson Lawrence: “Right away, Ms Saint.”

He removes himself from our presence, and I reach for my drink of Pepsi Max. As I take a sip, I notice Kelsey watching… I motion toward the empty glass before her on the table.

Rebecca Saint: “Would you like some?”

Kelsey Spencer: “Oh, no, thank you… I’m not big on Pepsi Max…”

Rebecca Saint: “More for me, then.”

I swap my legs over as I take an indulging sip of my drink.

Kelsey Spencer: “What’s this whole thing really about?”

Rebecca Saint: “What are you talking about?”

Kelsey Spencer: “A few weeks ago, you wanted nothing to do with me. Now, you’re inviting me over to your house for dinner? That all seems a little fishy to me…”

Rebecca Saint: “What? Am I not allowed to do something nice for somebody without expecting something in return?”

She raises her right eyebrow to me skeptically. I sigh deeply, placing my glass down on the coaster.

Rebecca Saint: “Alright, cards on the table… I really needed someone to talk to.”

Kelsey Spencer: “Is...everything okay..?”

Rebecca Saint: “Yes. Well, no. I don’t know… You know that Heatstroke is my last night in VoW?”

Kelsey Spencer: “Yeah, I’ve heard the news.”

Rebecca Saint: “The reaction of the people was poor… They are all happy to see the back of me. It made me think of how everyone has hated me my whole life.”

Kelsey Spencer: “Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but...you haven’t exactly been the most pleasant person to be around…”

I scowl, making her become a little sheepish.

Rebecca Saint: “Don’t you think I already know that? I want to be clear… I am not looking for sympathy. I am looking for someone to tell my story to.”

Kelsey Spencer: “Why me, though?”

Rebecca Saint: “Because you are the only one who isn’t looking out for only herself.”

I’ve been watching what has been occurring in Kelsey’s life recently. I’ve seen that those she once called her friends are no longer a part of her life, and that she’s suffering a great deal to make ends meet… That’s how I brought her here this evening, with promises of nourishment that she’s desperate to have.

Rebecca Saint: “Everyone in this godforsaken company only cares about what’s in their best interest… Even Tyron, to a certain degree. There is no way I could speak to him about any of this.”

She nods silently, gazing at the centrepiece on the table in front of her. She’s still not willing to partake in conversation with me. I decide to use a proven method of human manipulation… I’ll talk about her.

Rebecca Saint: “You don’t have many friends left, from what I’ve seen…”

I take a sip from my drink as Kelsey’s head spins around. Fish in a barrel.

Kelsey Spencer: “What’d you say?”

Rebecca Saint: “I saw what you said on Twitter. You defended me and you didn’t have to.”

Kelsey Spencer: “I didn’t do it for you - I did it because I can’t stand seeing people gang up on someone.”

Rebecca Saint: “That may be, but I still appreciate your help.”

Kelsey Spencer: “Don’t mention it, honestly.”

Rebecca Saint: “The way they turned their backs on you was awful. That is not how friends should treat each other.”

Kelsey Spencer: “Did you forget what you did to me when we were friends? I don’t think you get to decide how friends should behave…”

Rebecca Saint: “I am sorry for how I treated you. But you are the one who wants to be my friend… Here I am making the effort. Is this not what you wanted?”

Kelsey Spencer: “Well… Yeah, it is…”

The conversation pauses while Carson presents Kelsey with her filthy fried chicken. Kelsey’s table manners are deplorable… She devours everything like a starved Labrador Retriever, slurping and burping like there is no-one else in the room. I don’t dare attempt to speak to her out of fear of wearing food flung from her mouth.

It’s over as quickly as it started.

Rebecca Saint: “How was it?”

Kelsey Spencer: “Delicious! Thank you so much!”

Rebecca Saint: “You are welcome.”

I finish my drink.

Rebecca Saint: “Can you tell me about your father?”

I can tell she is taken back by my question, as she falls into silence for a moment.

Kelsey Spencer: “Why do you wanna know about my dad?”

Rebecca Saint: “Making conversation.”

Kelsey Spencer: “Oh… Well, there isn’t much to say, really… He didn’t really like me that much, because I wasn’t like my brothers. He was a drunk, and a violent one at that… He hated wrestling, and I loved it; it’s what eventually led to our falling out when I ran away from home. That was 11 years ago, we haven’t spoken since.”

Rebecca Saint: “I understand your pain.”

Kelsey Spencer: “You do..?”

Rebecca Saint: “My father was not a drunk. But I was not wanted by him in any sense. My mother was a prostitute and fell pregnant with me after a night with my father… Pregnancy hindered my mother’s career, my father didn’t want the responsibility that comes with having a child… I was unwanted from the beginning, by both parents.”

Kelsey Spencer: “Woah… I didn’t know…”

Rebecca Saint: “My father in particular hated me. I came from my mother, a woman he despised… I didn’t understand, I could not control the circumstances of my birth. He would beat me frequently, tell me things like ‘You ain’t ever gonna be shit, bitch’. I was seven years old.”

Kelsey Spencer: “...That’s why you started this Saint City thing, isn’t it..? You didn’t want kids to have to go through what you went through…”

Rebecca Saint: “Precisely.”

Kelsey Spencer: “Gosh… That makes my problems sound like nothing… Why didn’t you ever tell me this..?”

Rebecca Saint: “It is not something I go around advertising. You want to be my friend and I want to be yours… The right way this time. Real friends share secrets, do they not?”

Kelsey Spencer: “Uhh, as far as I know… I’m new to the whole friend thing myself, to be honest…”

Rebecca Saint: “I know they share Tim Tams and spend time with each other.”

I glance over my shoulder to the living room area, then back to Kelsey.

Rebecca Saint: “There’s a new episode of Dragon Ball Super I’m yet to watch. Care to join me?”

Her face lights up, bringing a smile to mine.

Kelsey Spencer: “...I would love to!”

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I’m standing alone in a darkened room… Just me and the camera recording me. This time, there is no flowing robe… I’m wearing my wrestling gear with a black t-shirt over the top.

Rebecca Saint: “I’m going to talk, and you all need to listen… Because I have a lot of things I want to say to a lot of people. It’s not going to be popular and I don’t care, because nothing I ever say is. This whole company and everyone who works for it decided the moment I walked in the door that they didn’t like me. I’m not sure if it’s a racial thing or what, but it’s nothing new to me. I have been dealing with unwarranted hate since the moment I was born, and somehow now, it has followed me into adulthood… It has followed me from my personal life and into my professional career. I moved across the world and somehow the hate that ran my life followed me.”

I stare down at the points of my wrestling boots.

Rebecca Saint: “I wanted to bury myself in wrestling, because it was the only light in my otherwise dim and dark world. All I’ve ever wanted is to be one of the best. My size can be deceiving and I get that… I was rarely taken seriously during my time in FBW, and DUW wasn’t much better. When I got the call to come to VoW, I was overjoyed. I was finally going to get a chance to establish myself as a serious wrestler.”

I look back to the camera.

Rebecca Saint: “But it wasn’t long before I learned a horrible secret about this company… It’s filled with a bunch of women who look like they’ve freshly escaped a mental asylum, and others who care more about getting with each other than they do about this sport. It’s created an environment where real athletes such as myself can never be taken seriously by critics, because all they see is that. They share and swap partners like they’re trying to figure out how to breed with each other… Newsflash, you idiots! You need sperm to make a goddamn baby!”

I’m getting agitated just thinking about this… I pace a little on the spot.

Rebecca Saint: “I’m often asked why I don’t use social media much… Those women are the reason why. My only hope to be taken seriously as a woman in this company is to disassociate with these whores as much as I possibly can, but I have recently come to see that’s no longer enough… And so, that’s why I’m leaving VoW for a better career, because I can. That’s the thing… I can become a star anywhere I go, because I have the talent to. Do Stacy Jones, Katie Moicelle, Zahara Matisse? There’s a reason they’re afraid to venture out of their comfort zone in VoW, and it’s because they know that they can’t make a name for themselves outside of these walls. They’re not stars like me.”

I step to the camera with a frown.

Rebecca Saint: “I walk into Heatstroke as an underdog… Except unlike most underdogs, nobody will be rooting for me. That’s because I speak the truth, I don’t pull punches and the general public is afraid of their image being ruined. And so, they do what they can to avoid me. My road to this match was something nobody saw coming… I beat Katie Moicelle, Stacy Jones, Cali-Kate and Jamilyn Cornett… Women who I previously mentioned that don’t have a passion for this business the way I do. I look to what awaits me at Heatstroke, and I breathe the same disheartened sigh…”

Stepping back from the camera, I flip the hair from my face.

Rebecca Saint: “Katalina Star… What’s your story? You’re a dominatrix who decided to try their hand at wrestling, that it? I don’t like your kind, that’s no secret… You represent everything I find wrong with this company. I find it amusing that you and your friends can say what you want to say on social media and get uber defensive when someone says something you don’t like, but you all lash out at me when I voice my own opinion. I am sharing my thoughts right now, so let your friends come at me… I think you are an absolute disgrace to this business.”

I look away for just a moment.

Rebecca Saint: “I don’t know a lot about Datura, but I’m sure that’s just the way she likes it. The quiet girl in the corner, distancing herself away from everyone else… I can sympathise with you, Datura. I understand how you feel... I do not want anything to do with these people, either. But that is where our similarities end, because unlike you, I am not a slave to my own vices. I have no addictions, Datura, I am pure.”

I take a sip from my nearby bottle of water, making the viewers wait.

Rebecca Saint: “Gwendolyn Massey and Joanna Thade… I didn’t think it would be fair to talk about you separately, as I do not see you as anything too distinct from each other. You’re both crazy girls, you’ve seen lots in your life… It’s really a tragic story. I should say I don’t blame you, but I’m not falling for your ploys… You’re both psychopaths! Yes, Jo, I said psychopaths… Not wrestlers. And don’t get me started on little Maxwell, who failed to win his opportunity the first time around.”

I fold my arms, tilting my head to the side.

Rebecca Saint: “Are you people at home starting to see a common trend here? Everyone in this match, bar me, is mentally weak. They are susceptible to their vices, they aren’t all there in the head… They’re the perfect targets for me to work my magic. I can effortlessly rent the space in their head and pull my little puppet strings to steer them right into my trap. And that’s precisely what I plan to do in this Iron Man Match.”

I inch closer to the camera, using my hands to emphasise the points I’m making.