Post by Geri Miller on Jun 3, 2023 22:06:29 GMT -5
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The alarm went off as I sat up in my bed. To be honest I hadn't slept well for a long time. Since Derrick and I split up.. again.. it was hours turning into day, days turning into months. I was glad it was his turn to have Makayla as my patience was wearing thin. I slowly shuffled my feet out of my bedroom and to the kitchen. My coffee was already brewed as it was synced with my alarm. I poured a cup and began sipping it. My phone rang. A FaceTime request from Margot, my therapist. I answered it and sat the phone on my tripod. "Margot, I have told you about calling before my first cup is drank."
"Yes, Geraldine, I know. I just…" I shot her a glare as she continued. "I mean, yes Geri, I know. I am just wanting to get to the point. We both know you're still in love with Derrick."
Just like ripping a band aid off, she went there. I hung up on her. She called right back and I answered, this time snapping. "What the hell are you trying to do? My focus isn't on Derrick right now. It is on my return to the damned ring. You need to get your priorities straight. You need to let me live my life."
I hung up on her again. A commercial played for War Games and that's when I saw it. My own employer didn't even know how to spell my name. I slammed my fist on the table, shattering the mug that I still held. I grabbed a dish towel and wrapped it around my now bleeding hand. I spoke in between wines of pain. "God damn it why do people in this business have to be so stupid? First XWF doesn't know how to properly book a former champion and now, Chris Page can't even get my name right. It's ok though by the end of the night no one will forget my name. Let us start with the wanna be sonneteer Wilma Shakesfear. All I have to go on is a picture on the roster page of the main WGWF website. This lady looks like pinhead and whoavicky had a baby. She is not someone to fear as her name may suggest but rather she is someone to loathe. Someone who loves to drone on and on and say nothing. Wilma is not corrupt enough to damage me. Sticks and stones may break my bones but Wilma will be obliterated by my fists.
Nick Danger is also in this match. What is it with people with dominating sounding names being so soft and quiet? Fear? Danger? The fact is that people use names like this to try to cause fake fear. They try to seem interesting when all they are doing is making an ass of themselves. All they are doing is setting themselves up for failure. All they are doing is preparing to lose to the Goddess of Ganja, the corrupt one herself. The Vayden name may be gone but the ability to kick ass and win titles remains. Danger…Shakesfear prepare to meet your demise and for your careers to go up…in…smoke!"
The camera panned out as I took a hit from my bong. I blew the smoke toward the camera as the scene faded to black.
The alarm went off as I sat up in my bed. To be honest I hadn't slept well for a long time. Since Derrick and I split up.. again.. it was hours turning into day, days turning into months. I was glad it was his turn to have Makayla as my patience was wearing thin. I slowly shuffled my feet out of my bedroom and to the kitchen. My coffee was already brewed as it was synced with my alarm. I poured a cup and began sipping it. My phone rang. A FaceTime request from Margot, my therapist. I answered it and sat the phone on my tripod. "Margot, I have told you about calling before my first cup is drank."
"Yes, Geraldine, I know. I just…" I shot her a glare as she continued. "I mean, yes Geri, I know. I am just wanting to get to the point. We both know you're still in love with Derrick."
Just like ripping a band aid off, she went there. I hung up on her. She called right back and I answered, this time snapping. "What the hell are you trying to do? My focus isn't on Derrick right now. It is on my return to the damned ring. You need to get your priorities straight. You need to let me live my life."
I hung up on her again. A commercial played for War Games and that's when I saw it. My own employer didn't even know how to spell my name. I slammed my fist on the table, shattering the mug that I still held. I grabbed a dish towel and wrapped it around my now bleeding hand. I spoke in between wines of pain. "God damn it why do people in this business have to be so stupid? First XWF doesn't know how to properly book a former champion and now, Chris Page can't even get my name right. It's ok though by the end of the night no one will forget my name. Let us start with the wanna be sonneteer Wilma Shakesfear. All I have to go on is a picture on the roster page of the main WGWF website. This lady looks like pinhead and whoavicky had a baby. She is not someone to fear as her name may suggest but rather she is someone to loathe. Someone who loves to drone on and on and say nothing. Wilma is not corrupt enough to damage me. Sticks and stones may break my bones but Wilma will be obliterated by my fists.
Nick Danger is also in this match. What is it with people with dominating sounding names being so soft and quiet? Fear? Danger? The fact is that people use names like this to try to cause fake fear. They try to seem interesting when all they are doing is making an ass of themselves. All they are doing is setting themselves up for failure. All they are doing is preparing to lose to the Goddess of Ganja, the corrupt one herself. The Vayden name may be gone but the ability to kick ass and win titles remains. Danger…Shakesfear prepare to meet your demise and for your careers to go up…in…smoke!"
The camera panned out as I took a hit from my bong. I blew the smoke toward the camera as the scene faded to black.