Post by Brooke Hernandez on Jun 17, 2023 21:12:31 GMT -5
I sat alone on my bed. Let's be honest. Lately I haven't been the same Brooke Blakely as I had been in the past. I had let the distractions of Thaddeus Duke, the unknown person who had been hounding me, and being tied up with Junko Souma had stopped my ascension. It stopped me on the ladder and allowed Johnny Bacchus to get MY title shot. I sat up before placing my long legs on the floor. I walked over to the vanity and began putting my makeup on for the day. The camera zoomed in as I lined my almond shaped eyes. Then, I lined my lips lightly as I filled it in with ruby red lipstick. I blew a kiss at the mirror as the camera zoomed back out. I laughed as I stood up. I spoke in the manner that only I could. "This isn't where I am supposed to be. I am determined to make it back to the pinnacle of this business and it all begins on Brawl. It all begins in the tag team match. I admire the skill that my tag partner, Emily Simms, has. I am excited to team with her. I hear the clamoring backstage and online. I see the tweets about how I am not to be trusted and will turn on Emily just like I turned on Junko. This situation is totally different. This isn't a case where the entire fan base is saying Emily is carrying me. The accolades I am acquiring on my own proves what I bring to this business. Junko got too big for her britches. She is a lot like Cassette Collective. They are stepping into unknown territory. They are swimming in shark infested waters and the sharks smell blood. By that, I mean, I smell the fear on your spandex clad bodies. I am going to attack. I am going to fucking tear you apart. You are all sugar and spice and everything nice but just call me the missing ingredient. I have the ability to beat you both by myself. I have the ability to beat anyone. I have beaten James Raven during the S.E.X. Cup and he hasn't been the same since. I have won the OCW Paradigm Championship and elevated the prestige of it.
Cassette Collective, what do you have that Moonlight Rose doesn't? What can you do to me that Sam Chatman didn't? What can you do to throw me off my game that Serena Riot couldn't? The answer is simple. Nothing. You aren't in their leagues. You are a couple of neon wearing stereotypes. Hit me with your best shot? Everyone already knows I will. Everyone knows that Brooke Blakely always gives her all in that ring. Ask Max Daemon. Ask Johnny Bacchus. Ask Lexi Gold. They will all tell you what its like being in the ring with me. The two of you better do your homework and see exactly who the hell I am. Just when you think you have me figured out, a switch flips, and I do whatever is necessary to get the win. "
I walked out of the hotel room in a black minidress. I was running behind. I hope they understood. I didn't want to rush because I wanted to make a good impression. I saw them waving. I had a seat. "Sorry I'm a bit late I has to look good and.."
The camera panned to reveal my mystery date to be Daniel Ramsey, the son of Austin and Todrick. He smiled that smile that only he could. "Hey, it's all good. I'm glad you're here. I thought JMont's comments calling me your man on Twitter would keep you from coming."
I laughed as Daniel poured me a glass of wine. He flashed that smile at me, the kind that could silence even the biggest of talkers. I lifted the glass to my lips and drank a bit. It was a very full tasting red wine. This guy knew what he was doing. I sat the glass down as I looked at him. I spoke softly and kind of nervously. "So, you are the son of Austin and Todrick. That must be an adventure."
He nodded as we looked at our menus. "Adventure is a big word but very accurate. In fact I was going to bring you some flowers but dad has banned them in the house. Can't say I blame him given the situation with mom and the random flowers she was sent at War Games."
I giggled as I nodded. He smirked as he slid me a piece of paper. I stared at it, the Proudhouse Wrestling logo visible as the scene faded out.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
"Nostalgia is great and all but what happens when you take it too far? What happens when you let it define you? You become so obsessed with the past that you let it consume you and, pretty soon, that's all you are. A walking ball of the past. A representation of things better left to memories. You become Cassette Collective.
I'm not saying nostalgic thoughts and memories are bad, quite the opposite. Who doesn't love a good vinyl record or Nintendo 64 video game? The thing is, we have advanced past that. You need to come into the present in order to look toward the future. Nothing good ever comes from living in the past.
Maybe it is like a pacifier to you both. Maybe you just want safety and security in what you know. If that is the case then fuckin A, good for you. The thing is it's not 1970 something. It is 2023. It is the year of Brooke Blakely.
I meant what I said on Twitter. I will say it this way. I won't lose this match. I won't eat a pin from a Jennifer Beals wannabe. You can be a maniac and keep on rocking in the free world but what will you do when you believe you can fly and it turns into the two of you free falling? Is this the real life or is this just fantasy? The two of you will quickly find out on Brawl.
You will remember the night you had a match with Brooke Blakely. I am going to make damn sure you remember the time.
What happens when the unexpected happens? Who's to say Pax and KC dont walk in, slap the taste out of mine and Emily's combined mouths get the win? Who's to say my downward spiral isn't going to contunue? I'm to say. Im the one who holds the keys to my own destiny. The journey may seem like it could potentially lead to a land down under but in the heat of the moment I will end your faith in yourselves. Keep coming with the fake shit and I will make sure that you need a new drug."
I laughed as I obviously found my puns to be hilarious. I blew a kiss to the camera as the scene faded to black.
Cassette Collective, what do you have that Moonlight Rose doesn't? What can you do to me that Sam Chatman didn't? What can you do to throw me off my game that Serena Riot couldn't? The answer is simple. Nothing. You aren't in their leagues. You are a couple of neon wearing stereotypes. Hit me with your best shot? Everyone already knows I will. Everyone knows that Brooke Blakely always gives her all in that ring. Ask Max Daemon. Ask Johnny Bacchus. Ask Lexi Gold. They will all tell you what its like being in the ring with me. The two of you better do your homework and see exactly who the hell I am. Just when you think you have me figured out, a switch flips, and I do whatever is necessary to get the win. "
I walked out of the hotel room in a black minidress. I was running behind. I hope they understood. I didn't want to rush because I wanted to make a good impression. I saw them waving. I had a seat. "Sorry I'm a bit late I has to look good and.."
The camera panned to reveal my mystery date to be Daniel Ramsey, the son of Austin and Todrick. He smiled that smile that only he could. "Hey, it's all good. I'm glad you're here. I thought JMont's comments calling me your man on Twitter would keep you from coming."
I laughed as Daniel poured me a glass of wine. He flashed that smile at me, the kind that could silence even the biggest of talkers. I lifted the glass to my lips and drank a bit. It was a very full tasting red wine. This guy knew what he was doing. I sat the glass down as I looked at him. I spoke softly and kind of nervously. "So, you are the son of Austin and Todrick. That must be an adventure."
He nodded as we looked at our menus. "Adventure is a big word but very accurate. In fact I was going to bring you some flowers but dad has banned them in the house. Can't say I blame him given the situation with mom and the random flowers she was sent at War Games."
I giggled as I nodded. He smirked as he slid me a piece of paper. I stared at it, the Proudhouse Wrestling logo visible as the scene faded out.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
"Nostalgia is great and all but what happens when you take it too far? What happens when you let it define you? You become so obsessed with the past that you let it consume you and, pretty soon, that's all you are. A walking ball of the past. A representation of things better left to memories. You become Cassette Collective.
I'm not saying nostalgic thoughts and memories are bad, quite the opposite. Who doesn't love a good vinyl record or Nintendo 64 video game? The thing is, we have advanced past that. You need to come into the present in order to look toward the future. Nothing good ever comes from living in the past.
Maybe it is like a pacifier to you both. Maybe you just want safety and security in what you know. If that is the case then fuckin A, good for you. The thing is it's not 1970 something. It is 2023. It is the year of Brooke Blakely.
I meant what I said on Twitter. I will say it this way. I won't lose this match. I won't eat a pin from a Jennifer Beals wannabe. You can be a maniac and keep on rocking in the free world but what will you do when you believe you can fly and it turns into the two of you free falling? Is this the real life or is this just fantasy? The two of you will quickly find out on Brawl.
You will remember the night you had a match with Brooke Blakely. I am going to make damn sure you remember the time.
What happens when the unexpected happens? Who's to say Pax and KC dont walk in, slap the taste out of mine and Emily's combined mouths get the win? Who's to say my downward spiral isn't going to contunue? I'm to say. Im the one who holds the keys to my own destiny. The journey may seem like it could potentially lead to a land down under but in the heat of the moment I will end your faith in yourselves. Keep coming with the fake shit and I will make sure that you need a new drug."
I laughed as I obviously found my puns to be hilarious. I blew a kiss to the camera as the scene faded to black.