Making of a Fool

The city was black. It was an overwhelming darkness, blanketing each building in shadow, as well as my own form. The only light was the lamppost standing high above me. Moths flew around it, reminding me that any creature can be enthralled by something simple. Complexity wasn't a bug's forte... however, I questioned if it was anyone's. Which led to the thought that maybe the great Bruce Lee was correct... perhaps simplicity truly is the key to brilliance.

If we follow up with this ideology, we can assume that the people who make the silliest mistakes or act in the most imbecilic of ways... are actually the one's who aren't... simple. They... think... too much. Oh yes, there is such a thing. You look at something and see everything, when really the basic concept is all you need. I don't look at my cellphone and ponder how it works. Those who do... either do it for a living, want to, or have some issues that they should be taking medication for...

Well, the idea is flawed, I understand. How can the intricacy of any notion or concept be a bad thing? How can looking at things at face value make a person more... idealistic, in this society? Or at least, smarter... heh. It makes sense... if you don't think about it. There's no hidden meaning... no secret agenda... no special significance. It's right there, in black and white... everything... is exactly how it seems.

We just interpret it wrong.

I smirked before taking a drag on the cigarette between my fingers. Afterward, I let the cig slip from my grasp and land at my feet on the concrete, as I puffed out a few rings of smoke. Watching it float into the air and dissipate, I sighed and glanced once to my right, and to my left. A bus stop in Winnipeg, Manitoba was my location... at least, all of what you need to know. I donned my usual attire... some dark jeans, a shredded tank top, as well as a leather jacket. Sometimes I went without the latter, but it was a little chilly that night... no more than 25 degrees. And I'd been waiting for around an hour now, for the next bus... my manager Jen Ryette having specifically told me to.

"What is she plotting....?" I questioned aloud, frowning slightly as I stood and stretched, before stomping a leather boot down onto the still burning cigarette I'd dropped.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKK!

I jumped a mile in the air, as a bus veered around the corner of the mostly empty city. It screeched to a halt at the stop, and I blinked as the door opened, a familiar voice saying, "Well howdy there, ma'am. Lookin' ta catch the last bus a' the night?"

"....Jen?"

"The one and only!" My gaze trailed up the steps of the bus, as I saw my idiot manager sitting in the driver's seat, hand on the lever to open the door. Her goofy smile and outfit (a somehow slutty version of a bus driver), paired with the bewildered and slightly frightened eyes of the 8 or 9 passengers.... honestly came to no surprise to me, actually...

"What are you doing?"

"There's a schedule I gotta follow, Cera Burr. So get on, or Ima be late!"

Raising an eyebrow, I slowly made my way onto the large orange bus, before standing at the front and watching the passengers turn their attention to me. Realization sparked in some of their eyes, as one man piped up, "Wait a second... are we being punked?!"

"Whattaya mean?" Another passenger, a woman, asked. The man rudely jabbed a finger toward me.

"That's Cera! The Baddest Bitch... she's a famous wrestler. Or infamous, eh?" He smirked toward me, looking quite proud of himself.

"Really?" The woman looked somewhat excited, turning her own sparkling eyes toward me. "Is this a special gameshow or somethin'?"

"...not even if you don't know who the fuck I am." I snapped, feeling annoyed. Her grin faded.

"Well how was I supposed to know, you all look different without your wrestling gear..."

"I WEAR ALMOST THE EXACT SAME SHIT!"

"Well I guess someone woke up on the wrong side a' the bed, eh?" An older woman now spoke up, frowning toward me as well. "And we're all in quite a kerfuffle because a' it..."

"Pfft kerfuffle! These people got some straaange lingo! Ahahahahaha!" My manager was giggling hysterically in the driver's seat, and I rubbed my temples. I wanted to know why Jen had done this, but before I could ask, the small Asian slowed the bus to a stop at the side of a road, popping to her feet and standing beside me. She waved at the passengers excitedly.

"Hiya! My name's Jenny, and I'm the cutest dang thing you ever done seen! If ya couldn't tell." She winked playfully, and I could see a couple of the guys grin. Again... she was dressed as a 'slutty bus driver'. Need I explain more?

"Jen..." I started, my icy tone making Ryette tense as she turned her head towards me.

"Ye~s?"

"What're we doing?"

"OH! See, I was about ta 'splain that. So shhhh..." She put a finger to my lips, and I withheld the urge to bite it. Jen turned back to the passengers and smiled so brightly that it could've illuminated the whole city. "So here's the deal... y'know how I asked exactly where ya people were goin' when ya got on? Well..... I got a list here and Cera Bear's gonna ask you guys a series of questions. She'll focus on the first stop, second, third and fourth. Since like three of you get off at the last one, you'll all talk wif her. But yeah, ya don't really win anything... but ya do get ta be in a video!"

She pointed up at a camera fixated right below the electronic board showcasing what stop was next. It pointed out toward the bus, and the passengers looked at it, then back at us. The younger woman, still slightly annoyed with me, mumbled, "And what if we don't wanna be a part a' this?"

"Then you can get the fudge out right meow!" Jen cried with a smile. "See I commandeered this bus... had ta pull like six hundred sixty six strings ta get it done, but they allowed it. They said another bus will follow 'bout half a hour later for those who wanna wait!"

"Half an hour?!"

"Yus. Still wanna get off?" Jen cocked her head to the side now, smiling sweetly. But this time I bonked her on the head, scowling some more.

"You do realize that I have to get some adequate sleep tonight, right? I've been slacking on my strength training lately..." I rubbed my chin and stared downward. "I'm not too concerned, considering who I'm fighting... but at the same point and time, I don't want to even chance losing at Nothing Else Matters. It'd make me look bad."

"We won't be too long, Cera Bear. Serially, the stops're pretty close to each other. Half a' hour, tops?"

With another audible sigh escaping my ruby lips, I shrugged a shoulder. "Fine... whatever...."

"YAY!" Jen threw her arms up dramatically, before running back to her seat and starting up the bus again. As we moved along the street, I glanced at the sheet I'd been handed and said a name. The older woman raised her hand, and I let my pale eyes train on her's.

"So... questions... comments. What am I supposed to say..."

"I have no idea! I'm the one who's being subjected to this!" The woman cried, and I narrowed my eyes.

"Rhetorical question, smartass." She looked appalled, but I put a hand up. "Relax, I'm not... well I am... but I won't be AS mean as I am on TV. But since it's midnight, I'm a bit grouchy. I apologize."

Shooting her one of my best, sincere smiles, I then continued nonchalantly, keeping a hand on the pole next to me as we moved along. "First, an introduction... history has damn dirty habit of repeating itself. Wars, politics, social conflict... et cetera. And though reasons and minor details change... the basis of these remains the same. We fight for beliefs... for protection... or for pride. So... why?"

The older woman lifted an eyebrow at me, "You're askin' me why we fight for what we believe in?"

"I'm asking you why we continue to. Not just once, but constantly... over and over..."

"We have to keep ourselves safe!" The woman cried, looking bewildered as to why I'd even ask that. "We have to stand by what we find right. We have to continue!"

"Do we now...?" I paused, thinking for a moment, before staring right at this woman. "If nothing changes the first time... why keep at it?? If you put everything you have into something the first one or even two or three times... and fail... why would you continue. I want a plausible explanation..."

"I... you might eventually not fail, eh?"

"Not good enough." I laughed sardonically, shaking my head a bit. "You're thinking too much, sweety. It's simple-- people are stubborn. Selfish. They cling to hope, even after it's been proven that certain shit just doesn't fucking change."

The venom laced through every malicious word almost seemed to make the woman cringe away, as Jen stopped at the first stop. This lady scrambled past me, looking uncomfortable, as we moved on to the next station. I called two names now, and a couple people who looked a bit too excited practically bounced to their feet. Two giddy girls, who squealed when I peered at them.

"So... you two know me, I assume?"

"Oh mai gawd, yes..." One of them whispered, eyes full of awe. Her friend grinned.

"You're THE Cera. Of course we know you! Our families are big into wrestling... actually my brother really wants to be one, after he finished college. Though I don't see why he'd go into culinary if he wanted to be a fighter, but to each their own. Anywho, he totally digs VoW because you guys are like, a soap opera mixed with a wrestling show and it's all kinds of drama and-"

"Will you shut the fuck up?!" I snapped, clenching my fists at my side. My left eye twitched when, rather than stepping away, the girls practically jumped up and down.

"She scolded us, oh my god, just wait til I tell Joey!"

"OH!! Can we take a selfie with you?!" She ran forward, holding a small digital camera, and grabbed me around the shoulders. Her friend followed suit, and they both made duck faces, the other holding up a peace sign.

BAM!!!

That digital camera now bounced off of the floor of the bus, landing down the aisle, as I swiped it violently out of the one girl's hand. Rage was starting to build up inside of me, as the girls both backed off. The one who'd held the camera gazed over at it, seemed to think about something, then grinned excitedly and ran to it. She picked it up and shouted over to her friend, "We have GOT to sell this on eBay!!!"

"JEN!!" I shouted over my shoulder, as Ryette screeched the bus to a halt.

"We're he~ere!!"

One of the girls glanced out the window, "But the bus stop's down the street there..."

"Yea, and you're lookin' awful pudgy, sweety poo, so why don't cha walk ta it?" Jen responded in a sickly sweet tone, and I tried not to snicker as the absolutely offended girl got off the bus in a huff, her friend comforting her. Ryette closed the door and shook her head, before nodding back at me as she started toward the next stop...

"Ugh... okay... next is..."

"Us, probably..." A girl said slowly. She was probably around my age, with a kid around 8 at her side. My eyes flickered between the two, trying to keep from tensing up, as I murmured...

"Alright... do you know me?"

"Yes, we both do..." The girl smiled slightly, "My little brother and I are fans of your sister..."

"Ew. Which one?"

"Reya."

"Ah..." I paused, as the little boy spoke up proudly.

"I got a Reya action figure! BOOM! REYA LIGHT!" He jumped up and tried to kick, his sister catching him before he could fall on his ass. She laughed softly, before smiling awkwardly at me...

"We're pretty excited for her to be back... uh... but I'm curious, since we have a chance to ask... you two don't really hate each other, right?"

"It's rare for Reya to hate... it's not the 'Christian way'..." I replied with a slight smirk, and she rolled her eyes at me.

"What about you?" I just stared at her, and she urged me to answer, "Well? Do you hate her?"

".... no." The answer was so soft that the little boy yelled WHAT?! But his sister just held him back from me and smiled again. It was a very... sad... smile. And this shit was depressing the hell out of me.

"ANYWAY. Questions! Do you know who I'm fighting at this next pay-per-view? THE one and only Nothing Else Matters?"

"Yes. She's a friend of Rayne Draven-Omega's, and Reya by association, eh? Stacy Jones..."

"What do you think of her?"

"Me?" She looked befuddled, and I kept my snarky comment to myself as she toed the floor of the bus nervously. "Well I mean... she's the good guy, right? So I've gotta like her..."

"That's stupid..." I murmured, and her head popped up. "You like someone because she's considered 'good'? Because her 'morals' are better than mine? Is that society who taught you that, or your dumbass parents?"

The girl tensed, before grimacing and replying unhappily, "My parents were good people..."

Ignoring the 'were' in that sentence, I yawned as I responded, "My question stands..."

"You're a bitch..."

"Duh. It's in the name." I smirked at her, as the little boy looked back and forth between us... the stormed up to me when he saw how upset his sister looked. He then proceeded to fucking kick me. Repeatedly.

"Eric! Eric stop!" The girl cried, trying to pull her brother away, as she glanced up at me warily. Her eyes widened even more when I bent down and grabbed a handful of the boys hoody. "Wait, please..."

"You're a dumb kid..." I murmured, and the boy stuck his tongue out at me. I couldn't help but smile as I shook my head and shook him lightly, "Do you know who I am, you little jerk?"

"You're the girl Stacy Jonesy is gonna kick the butt of!!"

"Jonesy?"

"She's gonna make you pay for being mean!" He shouted, struggling in my grasp. I gently let him go, feeling amused.

"You do know how many times I've beat her, right?"

"Doesn't matter, this time she's gonna win! You're gonna get beat!"

"Am I now? What if I win?" I stayed on eye level with him, as he stuck his lower lip out in an angry pout. The boy seemed to think for a moment, before pointing in my face, a mischievous look on his face...

"You have to take me and Kayli to meet Reya!"

The sly little devil...

"Oh? Considering how boring my sister is, I'd say it's a good deal." I put a hand out, and the angry look faded to an excited one as he eagerly shook it. I then nonchalantly got the number of his sister, who looked utterly shocked, as the bus came to a stop. They both started to head off of it, but the little boy whirled around and pointed at me one last time, his voice ringing clearly through the bus...

"For once, I'm rootin' for the bad guy! You better win, evil doer! I wanna meet Reya!"

I watched the two of them hop off the bus, and as it continued moving, I sighed. Maybe it was just because I was tired... but somehow I felt I was being a little too... giving. Then again... anyone who truly knew me... knew I had a soft spot for little boys. Consider it redemption for my past. Or whatever. There was no reason to be cruel to that kid... he didn't mean to be ignorant... and hell, he was human. None of that's his fault...

With a shake of my head, I rubbed my temples once more. I needed sleep. I needed to train. I needed to... just have some fucking time to think. Stacy... she was driven by this insane urge to fucking bludgeon me. To call me out. To defeat me in a no holds barred match. No rules? No problem. I knew I could beat her. The problem was... did I care to? Jones wasn't on my list of priorities, when it came to the ring. She was one of those... annoying bugs that flew around your head, getting senselessly angry when you swatted at it... and I wanted to make sure that this was the last time... that this was when I'd finally squash her for good...

"I don't have any more questions, so... here..." With a agitated tone, I handed the final three passengers each a ticket to the show, right near the ring. They all gawked at the tickets, then at me, shocked. One, the younger woman from before (the bint who didn't know who I was...), eagerly grasped her ticket.

"You keep tickets on you?!"

"Yea, I usually use them to bribe people..." I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck tiredly, and the teenage guy and what looked to be his father both shook their heads. Raising an eyebrow towards them, I crossed my arms across my chest...

"You two have something to say?"

"We know who you are..." The father said calmly, smirking. "You're always so cold toward everyone... although it looks like the girl you're fighting at the pay-per-view has more to say..."

"Stacy Jones always has something to say. Though she always says the same goddamn thing. Her words get boring, and rather meaningless, after the first twenty times..."

"She also seems to be more... angry. And even volatile..." The man pointed out, and I let a smirk ease onto my lips.

"Funny how that works, isn't it? People have always said that I've got a short temper... or that I'm an angry bitch... but I'm not the one constantly running her mouth and spouting nonsense. I only do it when she calls me out... and honestly? It's starting to wear on me."

"You aren't even interested in fighting her, are ya?" The teenage boy questions quietly. By his voice alone, I could tell he was... special needs. He looked up at me, as I shook my head with a scoff.

"I never have been. I've proven my point. And by now? I don't care..."

"Huh..."

"So what would you do?" The kid blinked, and I explained casually... "I mean, in my position... where I was constantly pestered by someone I honestly could care less about... where I was feeling out of it, most of the time... and where I felt like something inside of me was changing..."

"If somethin's changing inside of you you should let it or change it, right?" He asked, scratching his ear awkwardly. I blinked now, staring at him a moment, before smirking and nodding slowly. The bus started to slow to a stop as I responded softly...

"Yeah... true. Y'know, you're smarter than I thought, kid."

"And you're nicer than I thought." The teenager smiled at me, his father looking startled by the genuinely happy smile, as the doors to the bus opened. I felt a chill run down my spine with his words, as the shadows from before... when I was alone... started to dissipate.

The woman and two guys started heading out, and I followed them to the front. But before the father stepped off the vehicle, he turned around and smiled at me, "Thank you. It's hard to make my son happy."

"I wasn't trying to." I replied lazily, fixing my hair. "I'm really not that nice, which you two will definitely see when you come to Nothing Else Matters. There's a darkness inside me that not even that kids light can brighten..."

"The fact that you noticed the light inside my kid is enough to know... you're not as bad as you, and everyone else, makes you out to be..." He now smirked at me with his next words, "...even after ya make Miss Jones' blood bounce off that mat. You're just doin' your job."

"It's not just that..."

"It's never that simple, eh?"

He took the final step off the bus, as I put a hand up in farewell... then realized what I was doing. The bus began moving again, as Jen and I were the only two on it, and I lowered my arm and slowly backed up, until I felt the back of my legs hit the seat. I slid down onto it and put a hand to my head. My manager glanced at me from the rearview mirror, but I felt a strange sensation flooding through me, along with the blazing fire of anger... as I growled softly...

"That fucking kid... is the only one... who ever made me feel this foolish..."

"Ya mean human?"

"Yea... same difference..." I whispered, burying my face further into my hands... the quiet rumbling of the bus being the only thing I heard as we continued down the dark roads of Winnipeg...

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