Post by .PAAK on May 26, 2015 9:12:53 GMT -6
OOC Note: The following the first Scarlet CD I ever wtore . Some of her backstory has been retconned a bit, so not all the same concepts will apply in future RP's. Again, this is just a small taste of the character.
Leveler
Blood to Blood
Slowly, I walk over to the other side of the room where my stereo is. I reach into my back pocket and pull out my iPod. Gently, I place into onto the USB slot and hit play. The airy sound of James Blake’s “I Am Sold” begin to fill the room.
As I make my way back to the couch, I grab my wine cooler, which had been resting nearby on the coffee table. I lie down on the couch and take a long sip before closing my eyes.
The past couple of weeks have been…well, amazing I guess you could say; I don’t pull that word out for just anything. In the course of two weeks, I connected with my long lost sister, I got signed to Women of Miami Wrestling, got booked for a match with RRS/WARPED, in addition to being contacted by other promotions.
Like I said, it was an amazing week. Let’s talk about my “family” first.
A month or so I didn’t know who the Hell Ielahiah was; I darn sure didn’t know that she was also a professional wrestler, just like me. But, by Fate…or by Luck, we found each other. I guess…I guess I should explain some things about my upbringing. You see, I never knew my parents…or should I say “our” parents. Shortly after I was born, my parents relinquished their rights to me, and I was tossed into the Wonderful World of the California Foster Care System.
Ielahiah is a year or so older than me; however, her story is very similar to mine. Our parents got pregnant, and then, they gave up their rights to her.
My sister didn’t stay in the foster care system long. If she had, we probably would have met in there. She was adopted by the Creed family. I don’t know anything about them, besides the fact that they moved her out of California.
Me? Well, I stayed in foster care for a long time. When I was three or so, I was given to some foster parents; but, that situation didn’t last long. The husband was physically abusive, to his wife, and to…Needless to say, it wasn’t the best situation for a child; so, I was placed back into foster care.
Years and years later, another foster couple came along, Sam and Emma Flint. On paper, they probably appeared to be the worst foster parents ever. Sam was a factory worker. You know what that means; 60 hour work weeks for little pay, and extended time away from the family. Emma was a house cleaner―not a glamorous gig either.
But things play out differently in real life as opposed to paper…kind of like in wrestling.
Turns out, the Flint’s were an awesome fit for me. I didn’t have the white picket fence and all of that…but, at least I finally had something that resembled a family. Now course, I knew they weren’t my blood family, but they were the only two that I had…
That is…up until a few weeks ago. I’m not exactly sure how Ielahiah found out about me; but I found out about her from a random FedEx box. I’m not even sure it’s proper protocol; however, somehow my records and transcripts got forwarded to me. Honestly, I was just going to throw them away; I didn’t want to look at them. But, I called Sam, and he advised that I keep them. One bored and lonely night, I went through those documents; and on one of them, it listed that I had a blood sister out there somewhere.
At that point Ielahiah and I began to search for each other…and, well, we found each other. Turns out her journey brought her to New York.
And so, for Thanksgiving, she invited me out there, and we had our first holiday together. I don’t usually get too sentimental; nonetheless, that trip meant a lot to me. Yeah, I had Sam and Emma during my later years of life, but when I was younger I didn’t have many friends. I always felt…alone. So, it was…it was to be able to connect with my sister.
Hmm…ironically enough, I was lying on her couch when I got the Tweets and emails from RRS. As far as wrestling goes, I’m a free agent at the moment. I haven’t been working very long, just a little bit over a year. It’s something that I never imagined I’d be doing at the age of 24. Some people I know think I’m crazy; most of them thought I was on drugs when I told them I was going to step into the ring. But hey, they just don’t understand. Being in the ring, it’s a rush; it’s…it’s euphoric.
I’ve been doing my best to get into the ring as much as possible. It’s a bit harder for me though. It’s not that I’m not dedicated, but I’ve still got bills to pay. At this moment in time, wrestling isn’t my only job. I work four days a week at the local Starbucks, and then on the weekends I try to get out and wrestle; and right now, I don’t have a home promotion.
That’s my life right now.
Needless to say, I’m looking forward to this RRS match. I wasn’t really in the Business when WARPED was up and running; I’ve heard the stories though, and I heard about the company’s reputation. WARPED was a little extreme, a little different; and that’s what made it stand out from the norm.
And now it’s almost back in a sense, due to RRS.
I know that it’s a bit cliché, but I’m hoping that this match puts me on the map. While a win will be nice, preferred even, that’s not what really matters to me. What matters the most is that I come out of this match a best wrestler than when I walked in.
I feel a vibration in my pocket, so I reach into it and pull out my iPhone; it’s a text message.
From: Pablo
Hey chica, you leave for NY yet? And, where are you staying when you get there?
After another sip of my cooler, I begin to tap on the phone’s screen.
Pablo is a guy I met a couple of years ago. We didn’t click right away; in fact, he was fucking annoying. But, we formed bond over skateboarding; it’s another hobby of mine. We’ve been cool ever since then.
From: Scarlet
Not yet; I leave tomorrow. And yeah, I’m going to stay at my sister’s place.
I finish up my wine cooler and set the empty container on the coffee table.
From: Pablo
Very nice! Be safe out there ok. And when you get back, I want to hear all about your match aite’?
I smile a bit.
From: Scarlet
I’ll be safe; and, I’ll tell you all about it.
I lay the phone on my chest and close my eyes once again. As soon as I do, my iPhone begins to ring. I look at the phone and see that it’s Ielahiah. I hit the green button and place the phone to my ear.
“Hey sis…”