Post by Amber Mansley on Jul 1, 2023 19:04:58 GMT -5
Of course, these boomers would put me on a dark match after being unable to meet my demands. Are they actually this dense? I have to wrestle a returning veteran after he's been God knows where, and they believe it's supposed to help him. No! I'm no one's little stepping stone, but little did they know, they made him mine. I'm here to ensure everyone understands I am The Influence of this business, and nothing will change that.
Cyrus Riddle,
Pitiful.
That's the word I'll use to address you from now on, pitiful. It's heartbreaking to believe you have a chance of a comeback story against me when I have to debut in WGWF in a dark setting because of you. It's not a pun or a pathetic joke, but it has no punchline.
The only thing I can say is you have nothing to offer me, Cyrus, other than being a tool used to carve my name in the WGWF ring. Don't get me wrong; I respect all you've done and accomplished, and I can at least bestow you that courtesy. However, if you think for one second I'm going to end up as a loss on your belt, you're sadly mistaken.
This isn't an opportunity for you, Cyrus. It's an opportunity to show what I'm capable of, although the world already knows it. The new generation has come, and it's time for us to sweep the obsolete such as yourself, under the rug. I'm tired of sharing the ring with fossils of older men clinging to their past; Don't you know the future has come, and you're fading to dust? Please don't blame yourself, Cyrus; it's how time works. You've accomplished much in your days, but your days have passed, and it's time for mine to start.
Cyrus Riddle, with so many accomplishments you have achieved, why me? Why has WGWF brought you to Moi? Do they believe in you or what you get? No, you were simply an unfortunate name chosen to make me look good. You're a chapter in my story. Unfortunately, your part is small in my book.
I don't care what you have to tell me, Cyrus.
You're going to say I should learn like every older man who wants my attention. I should know what you can teach me, but I want you to understand; What can you teach me when we're in the same ring together? How can you, someone who has been doing this for a long time, end up on the same plane as me?
We're walking the same line, meaning WGWF has chosen me to put you down like an old dog.
That's all you are. A simple roadblock they know I can break through. So, it's giving loss is what I smell from you. You're pathetic, Cyrus and I'm not here to straddle you. I'm here to break you and send you packing faster than my Shein orders. Welcome back; there's the door, and don't let it knock you on the way out.
Patrick's Rooftop Bar was the ideal setting for the young woman, her ambiguous attraction to the luxurious lifestyle only a few could afford amplified her ego. Amber has never shown remorse to those who couldn't be privileged to witness her presence, nor cared about those who would do everything they could to bring her down. Her online traffic has increased exponentially since the public announcement of her debut in WGWF surfaced. Many would come to respond with negative feedback, explicitly detailing how badly she would fall within minutes to one of the more known athletes, Cyrus Riddle.
But what made her unhinged was the placement of her debut. Was management in WGWF this incompetent to understand Ambey Mansley wasn't designed to be on the DARK matches? She was flipping through the contractual agreement she signed, sitting down with her management team in a booth explicitly reserved for her, as she sat down at the head of the table, following her finger among the vocabulary for her WGWF contract.
"Are you serious?" Her voice was cold to her team, who all sat there with their heads down. They did their best to try and ease the inevitable verbal lashing by ordering the best on the menu a la carte. Amber's green eyes held a cold stare at each team member. "You mean to tell me this is the best you could do? Do you know who I am?!"
The outburst shook the team to its core. Amber kept her gaze on all of them, keeping control of the situation. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, portraying the sparkly pants she had on, followed by her Jimmy Choo silver heels. Amber waved strands of curly blonde hair behind her and tapped her pen on the table's edge.
"Well, I assume someone has a reason for this."
"A-Amber." A young man spoke up after raising his head to meet her cold eye contact. "We reasoned everything we could to your demands, but management was strict-"
"You're fired." The mere silence on everyone's faces, but Amber kept a blank stare at the former employee. He stands up and then walks away with his head down, escorted by her security. The rest of the team keeps their heads down as Amber closes the document, and her safety takes it away.
"Do you understand how important it is to them to have me as their main event star? I won't settle for being on dark matches as I was forced to do so during my amateurs." She slowly stands up and begins walking around the table. "I pride myself on being at the top of the mountain, the face of everything, which is why I hire you idiots to make it happen. You guys do it for FashionNova, SHEIN, Instagram, Tik Tok to the point celebrities such as Jimmy Kimmel are reaching out to interview me. If you guys can do that, then a wrestling promotion shouldn't be so hard!"
Her sharp tone warranted a response, but no one would answer. They all cringed in their seats, and Amber grabbed onto the ponytail of a female employee who shrieked out.
"Do you have anything to say?" She jolted her head, and the employee cleared her throat.
"We are doing our best, Ms. Mansley. WGWF has booked you against Cyrus Riddle." Amber's head snapped to the employee, who immediately turned her head away.
"I don't even know who that is, nor do I care. What other bad news?" She sighed and rolled her eyes regarding the employee's incompetency. The other members looked around, and another young man cleared her throat before speaking up.
"We received a message from your father." Amber paused in her walk and slowly turned to look at him with a soul-piercing stare after hearing what he said. She marched around the table and grabbed him by the scuffs of his collar before hoisting him out of the chair. He held onto her arms for help, but she kept staring into his eyes, her teeth grinding against one another and breathing heavily.
"What did you say?" She was intent on having him repeat himself. Before he could even talk, she released him from her grasp, and he collapsed on his chair. Amber marched away from the table to the patio of the rooftop bar, security shoving and pushing all from her path, and she took refuge alone in a corner scrolling through the messages on her phone. Of course, Amber's father couldn't leave her alone after she left her family alone in Boca Raton because they couldn't see how great she was doing by herself.
"Amber." She pressed the phone to her ear and focused on the view of Buffalo, New York. "Come here, sweetie; please don't do this. We love you and want you to have a great career, but this isn't it. Your mother is not getting any better and wants to see you. That's all we want, love, come home." The ending voicemail and Amber looked forward, trying to maintain her composure, but a single tear escaped and flowed down her right cheek; She quickly took out her makeup from her Balenciaga purse, wiping the tear and covering it up before anyone had noticed.
"Let's go." A security officer escorted her down to the bottom floor and ordered transportation, where a black SUV appeared before them; she entered the backseat ignoring the raging paparazzi flashing their cameras. Amber laid her head back and closed her eyes, trying not to break down from hearing her father's voice. For over three years since she's been coping with her family's situation at home and doing her best to avoid any contact between them.
Amber couldn't handle losing her mother hence why she ran away. She couldn't face her again and didn't dare to look her in the eyes.
Was I wrong in my reaction?
I was perfectly justified.
I'm the future of professional wrestling, and that future is threatened by a fading man such as yourself is an insult. Cyrus Riddle, this is the part you look down on someone like me and try to tell me that I have much to learn from you. How should I listen to your pathetic poetry resembling that of a My Chemical Romance song and be thankful you're giving me the opportunity, right?
Let's distinguish each other. I'm helping you. Yes, little ol' me in your eyes allowing the great Cyrus Riddle?
It's written before us. We're in WGWF finishing the dark show of Monday Night Brawl, but I will embarrass you for thinking that because you've been doing this longer than me, you believe I should lie on my back and play dead. I've never played second to anyone in my life and rather fight you to hell. What is with these older men having an issue with a strong independent woman who can prove she can do anything they can do but better? Do I intimidate you that much, Cyrus?
Well, you should be.
I'm not intimidated by you at all. It doesn't matter how much black makeup, pretend to connect with ancient spirits, or think you have this out-of-world experience. All I see is a man. A man who has been lucky enough to achieve as much as he can because God didn't send him to this world yet. However, time waits for no man, but time does love to employ me to humble you, idiots. Your past means nothing to me other than you're just a name whose been lucky to swim with the sharks for far too long.
But am I being a man against me? Please don't take it lightly on me. Don't try and educate me because I don't need it. I have everything I need to overcome a rotting body such as yours.
Do you understand? I'm the perfect package. I'm the starting standard of this company, and you need to meet my requirements. I've slaved myself through the amateurs and broken hearts, betrayed many people, and ruined many careers to be where I am now. I've never settled for anything less than first place, so why do you think I need to follow the line behind someone like you?
The voices in your head? They're saying give up. Get an Ouija board and plead to whatever spirits you love speaking to at 3 AM, like some cat making noise in your living room. Cyrus, I have nothing else to say other than I hope you return to retirement and live your days peacefully. I don't get why you would always come back and think you would be let off quickly; it doesn't work like that, pal.
In my world, men like you disappear. I'm part of a world that has left you in the dust. What do you know about being wanted on every social media platform? Having to constantly develop new trends as everyone wishes they were seeking guidance?
Oh, let me be straightforward. In this industry, hidden gems exist, but I'm the diamond on top that everyone tries to reach for as they struggle to find someone worth watching. If I want, I can change the industry at the snap of a finger. I can walk into any promotion and immediately become the star, something you've failed to do hence why you've been in the shadows like a weird kid unable to fit in with the cool kids at school.
What? Did your parents not love you hence the outcast look? Are you that pathetic that being at home wasn't good enough to live out the rest of your boring life?
Well, I'm sorry to send you packing. You're looking at years of the professional wrestling industry's annoyance with people like you, culminating in the perfect athlete such as myself. You've been known chiefly from 4 Corners Wrestling and xWA. You're a tough man who has been through hell and deserves recognition.
But the recognition I'll deliver? It's not for the faint of heart. WGWF insulted me. They put me on the dark show with you instead of the main event where I rightfully belong. You being next to my name disgraces everything I've worked for. So no, this isn't your time Cyrus. It's never been your time. For you to do everything and leave? You're a shell of what you used to be, but I'm just starting the road to being in my prime.
I'm what everyone aspires to be in this business, Cyrus.
I'm the architect of what professional now is, and you're returning to a generation that has evolved many times. An era I influence because that's what I am, The Influence, and I do it so well that I get paid for it. I'm the most revenue-generating star this company has seen, and I will become the company's most significant world champion company.
You've held world championships in your career and proven you can be at the top of the mountain for a little bit.
I am the mountain, and you can't move me. I'm here to stay and dominate; It starts with you when I beat the living crap out of you and send you back to all the losers who support you. Once again, Cyrus Riddle returns to the shadows and lives in infamy, wondering if he'll ever be good again.
That's funny to me. All your time away, and you come back to lose to a little gal like me? Oh, your ego will be shattered. Your experience? Nothing. I'll be an asterisk over your head for all eternity, and you? You can go and enjoy hiding on your shitty couch. Don't worry; I can get you a job at my company. You'll be a better employee, but don't expect me to pay you anything besides my attention.
Looking forward to seeing you, Cyrus Riddle, and thank you for being a part of my show.
She paced back and forth in her presidential suite at the Intercontinental Hotel. In the bedroom, she was staring at the phone on the table next to her bed, and she sat down on the edge of the bed, tapping her foot on the white rug. Amber picked up the cell phone and pressed her thumb against the call button. She ended the call before she received an answer and threw her phone behind her. Amber pressed her face in her hands and shrugged her shoulders; why was this so hard to do? It's been three years, but her family still cares for her. It wasn't their fault, but she had to leave to chase her dream, but now, it seems her decision has consequences, and it is starting to come alive.
"Okay."She sighed and reached behind her for the phone again. Amber held it in both hands and pressed an audio recording to send to her father's number instead of calling. "Hey, Dad, I got your voicemail. I miss you too and tell Mom I love her. I can't come home anytime soon because I like what I'm doing, and it's my passion. I'll call Mom later, but I'm not coming home soon. I think it's-"
She threw the phone again and stood on her feet, yelling at the top of her lungs. The emotional overload was too much, and Amber didn't want to do it again. She quickly reached into her bag and dug to the bottom before pulling out a pill that helped her not dream. Amber sighed before swallowing it and then got into the bed, staring at all the comments made under her pictures.
"Just please understand I'm doing this for them. I want to help my family, but this is the only way I can. I need more time, God. Watch over them." She prayed before getting into bed again. Amber rested her head on the pillow and whispered a prayer her father had taught her before sleeping. If only she had been stronger back then, none of this would have happened.