Post by Deleted on May 26, 2015 5:52:01 GMT -8
●OUT OF CHARACTER● Here we go, better late than never. I seem to face writers block at the moment...
●●What a week. What a letdown. What a tragedy. There was no better way to describe this whole scenario. And while it seemed close to impossible to concentrate on anything else, she had to. Business was cruel. For everyone that had missed the first episode of GoldRush , shame on you. IC3 was probably not her first pick when it came to folks to have around, but he was clever. By putting Frank and Drew in the Main Event, he made certain that people would watch. Letting two brothers face off for what was the highest prize in this company. A so called Masterplan. And then it happened. Too fast and yet lasting too long. In the middle of the ring Drew decided to spit on what was called friendship. Even with a week passed, Shawna was still in shock. And while Frank was not ready to hit on the subject, mixed emotions ran through her body. WTF? And more important, why didn't i believe my gut feeling in the beginning. Cause humans are stupid, that was the easy answer. But when she really was honest with herself and the world, she simply did not wanna believe it. Time would heal all wounds, that was what optimistic people said. It was by no means what Shawna Martinez believed in. For her it was more like that. You hurt me, I deal with it. You betray me, I deal with it. BUT you fuck with those that matter to me, I will END you.●●
Do you hear the MadMan sing?! 1.0
Date: 05/24/2015
Location: San Francisco, California
What does the world expect from me? How shall I oversee what has been happening, how can one move on? There was only one thing on her mind and that was not Reed Williams. No offense fellah, but when you get in the middle of family matters.- expect to burn quick. Like she had time to think about the owner's lapdog, really. Oh yeah for those that did not pay attention, Mister Wiliams was exactly that. Offering himself to teach a lesson to a woman that had her reasons. Good. Funny even. Did anyone inform Reed what this was about? Or how dumb it was to step near a natural fighter, when they were in a mood. Probably not. It was easy to see the whole picture if you took the time to step away for just a few seconds. Reed Williams couldn't care less about kissing up, he just did see his chance. By erasing the one person that had the most heat with the current Champion of GGW, what would that make him? Exactly. Important. Any other time this idea was good, deserving a round of applause. But not now. Not like this. Knowing Misses Washington, she was easy going. Great to work with in the ring. Under normal circumstances, right? Obviously it was time for a change. l'inizio della fine.
She hadn't left his side. She never would. It was a vow they had given each other on their wedding day, something she held strong to her heart. First there was the pain of his leg, but that was quickly forgotten. What came after that was way more painful and had a very bitter taste. Betrayal. Knowing him, he wouldn't talk about it. Another thing she would accept, or had to. Right now he was resting in their huge bed, while the phone was ringing for the third time. She knew the number, yet it didn't interest her all too much. It stopped. Finally. Silence. Right as Shawna wanted to get back to her book, the ringing started again. Feelin her Italian temper finally coming through, she answered.
●● Shawna Martinez●● What?!
Silence. Probably the sharp tone of her voice had scared off the caller. Yet she heard someone breathing. Her already thin patience level was about getting erased completly.
●●Secretary●● Here is the Office of Mister Cornelius the III, I was trying to reach you several times... .
●●Shawna Martinez●● Really? And what does it tell you when someone does not answer their phone. I am just curious Dolores... .
●●Secretary●● My name is not Dolores, it is Sandra. Miss Martinez, I am calling to remind you that you got an active contract with Golden Gate Wrestling. Which comes with several duties. Considering what happened to your husband last week Mister Cornelius has been rather patient. But you attacking a security is not appreciated.
Really? Was this person now trying to lecture her about a business she has been living and breathing for the past eleven years? She could not help but smile. It was by no means a surprise that someone working for IC3 was arrogant to the limit. And probably not quite aware of who she was talking to. Either way this was going to not end well for Dolores. Poor little sheep.
●●Shawna Martinez●● Let me tell you a little story. Once upon a time there was an owner, no names needed in that matter. He pushed me as far as possible, would have kicked me down into a hole if he could. But yet through all the despise, I always did my job. So remind Mister Cornelius, next time you suck him, I do not appreciate being lectured. And and since he decided to let the dogs free, be so kind to deliver a message. Loyality is like a dog. When it get's sick, you gotta end it's misery. Which is the kind option, but i am not kind neither am I forgiving. Have a nice day, Dolores.
She hung up. What was there really left to be said? She had been part of several companies during her years, and she knew how to deal with sleazy Owner's. Problem with IC3 was, he was not sleazy. He was quite intelligent and corrupted. Even though most did not see that yet, someone coming out of a legacy like the Stincino family.- could smell it from a far.
Don't look back in Anger 1.1
Date: 05/25/2015
Location: San Francisco, California
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The camera had started rolling, showing a rather dark room with only one light in the middle of the room. The scene strongly did remind of the beginning of a horror movie, but was nothing like that. There was a simple wooden door in the backround which slowly got opened, showing long legs covered in black leather pants. When the camera moved a little higher you saw the person was completly dressed in black. Long blonde locks where put together into a pony tail. Without any noise the persona was sitting down, for the first time looking into the camera. Bella Mafia. The Impassable. Shawna Martinez. With a quick move she would rest both her legs on the small table in front of her, closing her eyes.
●●Shawna Martinez●● Can you hear that? This silence. Some would call it the calm before the storm, but I do not agree. We are already in the middle of a catastrophe, like it or not. For some nothing has changed, for someone like me nothing will ever be the same. You come into this world empty handed, the direction you go might be written down somewhere.- but you are the creator of your own fate. That is what I have been taught, what I have believed in.- I have been proven wrong. The whole world was asking me this past week, how do you feel? What has happened to the Champion, the person that was like family. And the question is a good one, but directed at the wrong person. I got no brother. I got only a handful of people I would call family, and one member just died. So give me time for my grief. Do not worry, the time for answers will come.- but it is not today. Cause for now I will concentrate on what I do best. Destroy.
She was taking a small pause. Her eyes still closed, while her voice was rather quiet. When looking into the camera, her deep blue eyes looked darker than usually.
●●Shawna Martinez●● I had to learn that several people were not fond of my actions last week, well that is too bad. Cause i can asure you folks, that was just the beginning. And I ask you IC3, what you gonna do about it? Send me your bloodhounds? Oh well, I think that game just started. Reed Williams. What you want me to say my friend? Congratulations on your win, from the depth of my heart.- I mean that. Of course you had a pretty easy challenge, but none than less you should treasure that win. Why? Cause this week you will not have that sort of an easy walk. I have done to Eli what I said I would, I have proven him wrong. Which brings me to the reason you were so eager to have that match in the first place. Teaching me a lesson? Of what? How to wear stupid trunks and not wash my hair anymore? Or are we talking about wrestling, sorry my mind is so full as of late.- I must have missed something. When did you become important? It must be quite the rush to do the dirty work of the promtion owner, applause for the lapdog formerly known as Reed Williams. I would suggest you think about this for a moment, do not see this as a warning just a nudge in the right direction. Is it worth it?
A little laughter came from Shawna this time, while she rolled her eyes. The question was easy, yet the answer was different all the time. Cause nothing really ever was easy, right.
●●Shawna Martinez●● Take your time to figure it out and while you do that, let me tell you what the problem with your plan is. I am not even sure IC3 does see it yet, but he will once GoldRush is over.- promise. Over the years i got myself quite a reputation. Sometimes good, sometimes not so much. But people know what to expect when dealing with me. They know i am a fighter and that is all I have been all my life. But during my years I mostly worked on my own, I never had anyone to care about. Which made things a lot easier, so be aware of what I tell you next. When I met Frank, everything changed.- for better and for worse. It is no secret that I love this business, but him I love just that little bit more. So when someone decides to piss in his cereals, I can not promise this will end well. I got my temper in good control, but right now we hit the point.- where there is nothing left to lose. I do not need the money IC3 offers, I could stop doing this right here and right now.- and still would have enouyh for three life's. So some have to wonder what is my motivation. Maybe it is the perverted lust to hurt other people, could that be the truth? Ask Reed after GoldRush, if he can still speak.- he will have a story to tell.
Outside the door there was a little scratching noise, which caused her to stop another time. Slowly she would rose from the chair, opening the door. Moments later a huge Doberman appeared in the picture, resting his head in Shawna's palm. She would return to the chair, with the dog not leaving her out of sit.- taking a seat right next to her.
●●Shawna Martinez●● Look at that Reed, do you think this is love? I hate to disappoint you. The devotion and loyality this dog gives me has nothing to do with love, it is respect. And a certain amount of fear. I am by no means cruel, but what you are heading into.- can be compared to the training this dog received. You can lead with either, kindness or a hard hand.- question is, what will bring the better result? I tried both and I realised at a certain point, that kindness often gets mistaken with weakness. And we can not have that, right? Any other time I would have been glad to face you, finding out what the thrill is behind the name Reed Williams. But right now? You could describe yourself, wrong time and wrong place. I have been sitting at home for a week, not quite sure where to put my emotions. Anger, Frustration. And on top of it all, the urge to destroy things. No matter what you throw at me, I will have an answer. Not quite sure if you will like it, but then again.- maybe I wont either. It is time to leave the past behind, step off the well known paths. Which is only half the truth, cause it is more like returning to who I was. I am tired of having people tell me what this business is about, cause it seems that everyone seems to forget what we came for. Currently it is more about glamor and stupid Interviews than fighting.
Beside her the dog looked up, when she motioned him something. In an instant, the cuddly face changed into a mask of horror. He would show off his fangs, saliva dripping down to the floor. When Shawna raised her index finger he relaxed, like nothing ever had happened.
●●Shawna Martinez●● Just another example for you Williams. Everyone got a trigger, some are born with it.- find it along the way. So maybe it is not your fault dear, but you were the last thing needed to pull my trigger. I couldn't care less about bending or breaking the rules. You are not the target I am after, but you will be the first to see the true colors of Shawna Martinez. The hunger for blood and a good fight never got erased, just dimmed down. You can not change who you are, or what you are made of. Do not get me wrong, the world is full of terrible actors.- but what rests underneath it all, always remains the same. I will never be a ballerina my love, while you will never be on top of the food chain. Not cause you lack talent or motivation, I wouldn't dare to say that. But when I look at you Reed there is nothing special. You are not a firestarter, so probably the job as a bloodhound will do you well. And that is by no means an offense, just putting the facts on the table. Some are made for Greatness the others... yeah... well... THAT.
She was letting out a deep sigh followed by a laughter, which did not sound right. It was a noise that gave you goosebumps, made you feel uneasy. Shawna was running her bloodred fingernails over the table, looking rather satisfied.
●●Shawna Martinez●● Think what you want, but I am done doing this the way people expect. I have been doing nothing else for the past four years, wearing a painful smile. Reed Williams is just the beginning. Eli Coffin was a snack. Maybe I do come across cocky, or people will think my attitude has changed.- but that is far from the truth. The attitude is the same, I just finally live up to the legend. I am still the same person, there is no good or bad when it comes to me. There is just Me. And that is what I wanted to say for a very long time. I had to realise there is no playing nice in this industry, so be it. But different than some people, I will do the dirty work myself. Right IC3? Shame on you. Golden Gate Wrestling. Let me introduce myself, the name is Shawna Martinez and I am here to slaughter your dreams.
When she got up this time the dog did the same, looking ready to follow his leader. Without any further notice she would open the door, leaving the picture. Once upon a time there was a young princess... which grew up. She became a queen, ruling with her hands covered in blood. Life was cruel. Life was tough. Wrestling was Life. For her.
The Impassable™
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