Post by Brooke Hernandez on Apr 8, 2023 12:25:14 GMT -5
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The clock in my head kept ticking like a time bomb just waiting to go off and explode at any moment. God forbid you be the one I was across from when it detonated. My brain was a scary place to be lately. From my run in at a shoddy motel with Synn, to facing Serena Riot in Thunder Pro, to, now, debuting with WGWF, one thing was for sure, even I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts…
… Yet… somehow here I was still adored by the fans and loved by Miss Scottie Moskowitz, my now fiancee. Dear God, please don't let her be the one I snapped on. God please have mercy.
I sat straight up in bed, Scottie fast asleep beside me. Too much was going through my mind and I couldn't sleep. What was it like to not have a care in the world? To be like a child, unaware of the bullshit that went on. Not fully able to grasp the concept of war and hatred. Never did I think as an adult I would be envious of a little crotch goblin, yet here we were.
WGWF was coming off of WrestleWars and many things happened that would shape the next few months. Peter Vaughn successfully defending the World Title, Jim Caedus debuting when it seemed he had fallen off the face of the Earth as far as wrestling fans were concerned, Sonya Benson joining CCPE, just to name a few. Where would that leave someone like me in this company? What did I have to offer? I was, yet again, a small fish in a big sea with bigger and more talented fish. I was about to be overlooked… again…
… "No!" I exclaimed out loud leaving my thoughts and coming into the real world. I looked down at my loving partner as she stayed asleep. I slowly made my way to my feet as I put a robe around my petite frame and made my way downstairs to our little home. I don't get to stay here often but when I did, I made the most of it. I poured a glass of red wine as I took a sip. I scurried to find the bottle of Tylenol I kept on the counter. I ripped it open and tossed a couple down my throat, chasing them with the wine. I shrugged as I downed the glass of wine. I chuckled a bit before speaking in a hushed manner. "That lasted about three or four seconds longer than Samuel Chatman will on Brawl. You see I have been placed in a spot to get a major win and I will stop at nothing to keep proving myself. Keep thinking you have a shot Chatman. Keep thinking you can win this fight and I will do as I always do and stomp the living piss out of you.
Growing up in Houston I learned to take care of myself. I can be a lady or I can kick your ass and in your case, Sammy, I am going to kick your ass. You can think I am just another Barbie Doll pretty face but l, in all reality, am a bonafide bitch. Ask Serena Riot, as the Boomer Shooters, nothing is going to stop me on my way to the top."
I stood up, the chair almost falling to the floor. I caught it. I flipped the video on my laptop to the play position.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Damage escapes with a kickout! Chatman is the first to his feet as the heat starts to overcome both men. Sam reaches down picking Damage up off the mat. Chatman points at the flames garnering a huge ovation. He scoops Damage up over his shoulder but the big man slides down the back of Chatman choking him with the chain! Damage spins Chatman around scooping him up over his shoulder and planting him with a Tombstone Piledriver spiking Chatman head first into the thick chain links! Damage makes the cover!
1!!
2!!
3!!
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WINNER OF THE MATCH: DAMAGE
Match Time- 17:43
I watched the ending to Damage vs Samuel Chatman from WrestleWars as I clicked my tongue. I spoke softly as I looked at Chatman's lifeless body. "Where did it all go wrong, Sammy? I have been a fan of wrestling for a long time. You used to be a legitimate threat but now you have fallen from grace a bit. You are not someone to fear you are someone who is seen as a welcome mat, a stepping stone if you will. I am going to take advantage of that. I am going to be the one to step up and take you out as I strap the rocket to my back and blast off to the top of the rankings here in WGWF. I am going to use you until I can't use you anymore, which will be over once this match is over because that is your worth, Sammy. You are not someone who I can see on my level or on my radar in the future. While I am mixing it up with Mark Flynn and Mac Bane you will be the welcome wagon for the newcomers of WGWF, ya curtain jerker. I hate that I have to waste my precious debut on you but, I get it. I do. James Raven and Chris Page want me to prove myself before throwing me in the mix with Lexi Gold and Goth. They have staying power here and I am just the new pretty blonde girl on the roster. That belief all comes to an end when I defeat you handily Sam. I will end you completely, if I so will it."
I smiled as I heard rustling in the other room. I walked back there to find Miss Moskowitz in all her six foot beauty, finally awake. I kissed her as I made her a cup of coffee. She looked at me as she spoke in a worried tone. "Babe have you been up a while?"
I nodded as I placed my head in my hands. "Its just the nerves of trying to impress the management in WGWF."
Scottie sat beside me as she hugged me close to her. She kisses my forehead as she spoke again. "Babe, you are talented. You just defeated Serena Riot. You are one of the hottest wrestlers in the world, both in looks and skill. You are everywhere from OCW to TPW. Miracle Pro to WGWF. You are in demand and on fire babe. You aren't a green as hell rookie anymore, you are a bonafide star. You are about to start collecting gold and the wrestling world will never be the same. No one will be able to stop your ascent. Not even Peter Vaughn."
I shot her a glare as I spoke with a more serious tone. "I am nowhere near ready for the likes of Vaughn and I can admit that. Maybe one day I will be but for now I have to settle for Samuel Chatman and Ace Sky. I have to fight the lower tier until I become their queen. WGWF will get a taste of what I am all about. They will see that I have talent even though I've only been a pro for four months. I am freshly twenty two. My birthday was April 1 and I am a hot commodity but even I know I need to stay humble and not stretch too far too early."
Scottie slammed her hand down on the counter. "God damn it Brooke. Stop relegating yourself to the mid card. You are a hell of a wrestler. You are someone who simply can't be stopped. You are a star and you need to stop saying you're not. You need to step to the top of the top. You need to prove yourself to everyone but you need to prove yourself to the biggest critic of your career, yourself. I love you, Brooke, but you need to stop being a bitch to yourself and focus your bitchiness on your opponents. When you go into a match you need to verbally castrate anyone who is across from you like I know you can."
I nodded at her in an assured tone. She was right and I knew it. I smirked as I spoke again, this time more confident in my own skills. "You're absolutely right. I am very hard on myself. The only reason I do it is to make myself better. Marisol pushes me to my limits and, thus, I hold myself to the same standards. I am going to continue my trek to the top. Soon I will be very decorated. I will end up being remembered one way or another. It all begins…. Again… with Samuel Chatman and it ends with me having my pretty petite hand raised toward the sky."
I kissed Scottie again as the scene faded to black. I was ready to prove myself against Chatman and show WGWF management that I was ready and anxious for more.
The clock in my head kept ticking like a time bomb just waiting to go off and explode at any moment. God forbid you be the one I was across from when it detonated. My brain was a scary place to be lately. From my run in at a shoddy motel with Synn, to facing Serena Riot in Thunder Pro, to, now, debuting with WGWF, one thing was for sure, even I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts…
… Yet… somehow here I was still adored by the fans and loved by Miss Scottie Moskowitz, my now fiancee. Dear God, please don't let her be the one I snapped on. God please have mercy.
I sat straight up in bed, Scottie fast asleep beside me. Too much was going through my mind and I couldn't sleep. What was it like to not have a care in the world? To be like a child, unaware of the bullshit that went on. Not fully able to grasp the concept of war and hatred. Never did I think as an adult I would be envious of a little crotch goblin, yet here we were.
WGWF was coming off of WrestleWars and many things happened that would shape the next few months. Peter Vaughn successfully defending the World Title, Jim Caedus debuting when it seemed he had fallen off the face of the Earth as far as wrestling fans were concerned, Sonya Benson joining CCPE, just to name a few. Where would that leave someone like me in this company? What did I have to offer? I was, yet again, a small fish in a big sea with bigger and more talented fish. I was about to be overlooked… again…
… "No!" I exclaimed out loud leaving my thoughts and coming into the real world. I looked down at my loving partner as she stayed asleep. I slowly made my way to my feet as I put a robe around my petite frame and made my way downstairs to our little home. I don't get to stay here often but when I did, I made the most of it. I poured a glass of red wine as I took a sip. I scurried to find the bottle of Tylenol I kept on the counter. I ripped it open and tossed a couple down my throat, chasing them with the wine. I shrugged as I downed the glass of wine. I chuckled a bit before speaking in a hushed manner. "That lasted about three or four seconds longer than Samuel Chatman will on Brawl. You see I have been placed in a spot to get a major win and I will stop at nothing to keep proving myself. Keep thinking you have a shot Chatman. Keep thinking you can win this fight and I will do as I always do and stomp the living piss out of you.
Growing up in Houston I learned to take care of myself. I can be a lady or I can kick your ass and in your case, Sammy, I am going to kick your ass. You can think I am just another Barbie Doll pretty face but l, in all reality, am a bonafide bitch. Ask Serena Riot, as the Boomer Shooters, nothing is going to stop me on my way to the top."
I stood up, the chair almost falling to the floor. I caught it. I flipped the video on my laptop to the play position.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Damage escapes with a kickout! Chatman is the first to his feet as the heat starts to overcome both men. Sam reaches down picking Damage up off the mat. Chatman points at the flames garnering a huge ovation. He scoops Damage up over his shoulder but the big man slides down the back of Chatman choking him with the chain! Damage spins Chatman around scooping him up over his shoulder and planting him with a Tombstone Piledriver spiking Chatman head first into the thick chain links! Damage makes the cover!
1!!
2!!
3!!
¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬ - ¬
WINNER OF THE MATCH: DAMAGE
Match Time- 17:43
I watched the ending to Damage vs Samuel Chatman from WrestleWars as I clicked my tongue. I spoke softly as I looked at Chatman's lifeless body. "Where did it all go wrong, Sammy? I have been a fan of wrestling for a long time. You used to be a legitimate threat but now you have fallen from grace a bit. You are not someone to fear you are someone who is seen as a welcome mat, a stepping stone if you will. I am going to take advantage of that. I am going to be the one to step up and take you out as I strap the rocket to my back and blast off to the top of the rankings here in WGWF. I am going to use you until I can't use you anymore, which will be over once this match is over because that is your worth, Sammy. You are not someone who I can see on my level or on my radar in the future. While I am mixing it up with Mark Flynn and Mac Bane you will be the welcome wagon for the newcomers of WGWF, ya curtain jerker. I hate that I have to waste my precious debut on you but, I get it. I do. James Raven and Chris Page want me to prove myself before throwing me in the mix with Lexi Gold and Goth. They have staying power here and I am just the new pretty blonde girl on the roster. That belief all comes to an end when I defeat you handily Sam. I will end you completely, if I so will it."
I smiled as I heard rustling in the other room. I walked back there to find Miss Moskowitz in all her six foot beauty, finally awake. I kissed her as I made her a cup of coffee. She looked at me as she spoke in a worried tone. "Babe have you been up a while?"
I nodded as I placed my head in my hands. "Its just the nerves of trying to impress the management in WGWF."
Scottie sat beside me as she hugged me close to her. She kisses my forehead as she spoke again. "Babe, you are talented. You just defeated Serena Riot. You are one of the hottest wrestlers in the world, both in looks and skill. You are everywhere from OCW to TPW. Miracle Pro to WGWF. You are in demand and on fire babe. You aren't a green as hell rookie anymore, you are a bonafide star. You are about to start collecting gold and the wrestling world will never be the same. No one will be able to stop your ascent. Not even Peter Vaughn."
I shot her a glare as I spoke with a more serious tone. "I am nowhere near ready for the likes of Vaughn and I can admit that. Maybe one day I will be but for now I have to settle for Samuel Chatman and Ace Sky. I have to fight the lower tier until I become their queen. WGWF will get a taste of what I am all about. They will see that I have talent even though I've only been a pro for four months. I am freshly twenty two. My birthday was April 1 and I am a hot commodity but even I know I need to stay humble and not stretch too far too early."
Scottie slammed her hand down on the counter. "God damn it Brooke. Stop relegating yourself to the mid card. You are a hell of a wrestler. You are someone who simply can't be stopped. You are a star and you need to stop saying you're not. You need to step to the top of the top. You need to prove yourself to everyone but you need to prove yourself to the biggest critic of your career, yourself. I love you, Brooke, but you need to stop being a bitch to yourself and focus your bitchiness on your opponents. When you go into a match you need to verbally castrate anyone who is across from you like I know you can."
I nodded at her in an assured tone. She was right and I knew it. I smirked as I spoke again, this time more confident in my own skills. "You're absolutely right. I am very hard on myself. The only reason I do it is to make myself better. Marisol pushes me to my limits and, thus, I hold myself to the same standards. I am going to continue my trek to the top. Soon I will be very decorated. I will end up being remembered one way or another. It all begins…. Again… with Samuel Chatman and it ends with me having my pretty petite hand raised toward the sky."
I kissed Scottie again as the scene faded to black. I was ready to prove myself against Chatman and show WGWF management that I was ready and anxious for more.