Post by Amber Mansley on Aug 12, 2023 17:11:46 GMT -5
Everyone takes me for granted until they push it too far. I know people wouldn't be too happy with the idea of someone confident as I am establishing herself in the industry, but what he did, no, he took it too damn far. My entire image was ruined. I've spent years crafting a tan image o perfection, whether inside or outside the ring, and he ruined everything. I try hard to be a shining beacon for everyone, but that has been thrown out the door. Okay, you want to kill my vibe? Bet. Please don't be mad when you're irrelevant after I'm done with you.
She sat on the chair in her private locker room after the match was over and was silent. Her body was frozen, and her management team was having a fit around her, making calls on the fly to her beauty department for an emergency makeover and being attended to by the interns helping her clean the goo off her body. She was drenched in this bombastic dark liquid that covered her from head to toe, and Amber's eyes were empty, looking down to the floor in shame. The noise around her became distorted, and her team members blurred in her vision, for all she could think about was the laughter of the audience swarming around in her mind.
"This is insane!" Her manager was yelling at the top of his lungs and pacing around the locker room on his phone. "My star client has been ruined, and you can't find me, our stylists! What do you mean if it's an emergency? Of course, it's an emergency! Contact our people at Sephora or something!" He banged his fist against the wall but turned to see Amber getting up and locking herself in the bathroom.
He kept knocking on the door to see if she was okay, but she didn't answer; It was best to give her some space. On the other hand, Amber leaned over the sink with both hands pressed on the structure until looking upwards to see her ruined reflection begging to be free from the goo she was covered in. Amber's eyes burned with fury, her hands started shaking, and her breathing became heavier. She looked at the goo in her hair and smiled at how different the highlights looked until washing her hands violently to clean herself up.
Amber tried to get the goo off, but it wouldn't budge. She turned the water off. Amber continued to stare at her hands until her lip quivered, and she couldn't hold back the tears running down her face. To make it worse on herself, she sat down on the wet tiled floor against the wall, curling herself up in a ball and sobbing silently so as not to make anyone else realize how vulnerable the poor girl could be.
Her parents would have been right all along. The one thing she never wanted to admit but that future was slowly becoming a reality.
Are you happy now?
This is what you wanted. To make me feel black and unfulfilled, just like you? You're so ugly inside that you couldn't be well left alone. Cyrus Riddle, the proclaimed veteran with so many accolades, was humiliated by a beautiful rookie such as myself that it burned a hole so deep he had to get revenge.
Honestly, I hope you're proud of yourself. Do you have any idea what you have caused? You've ruined so much that I've worked to become, and because of you, I'm back at square one. No amount of artists, aestheticians, and promotion will ever erase the carnage you've brought into my life. My skin, my face, and my entire image have been soiled. He was ruined at the hands of a madman who believes the dark can talk to him; he is a hater wearing black and expecting to bar crawl on an emo night.
I honestly hope whatever demon you pray to will protect you from me.
I try my best, Cyrus.
I tried.
I hoped you would be smart like Grado to let it go, but now, you went there. You crossed a line no one had the gall to do and destroyed the Mona Lisa of professional wrestling. Everything I do is an art. I create trends in this business people follow. I establish the rules, the standards, and the blueprint of what it takes to be a hot commodity in this ring and better outside the ring. No one was more qualified than me to be the most marketable person at WGWF.
And you ruined that?
Why? Why did you do that to me?
Your ego was bruised. I shattered the showmanship, the smoke and mirrors, and the idea that you're this mystical person. You're nothing more than a sore loser and a broken-hearted man. I embarrassed you, Cyrus, and showed the world you're more vulnerable than you believe.
I humiliated you, but what did you do?
You made it personal.
You went after the one thing that matters to me, me. Now? I don't have to show mercy. If you thought what I did on DARK was terrible, imagine Summer Madness. It's what you wanted. You wanted to show the world how ugly you can make me, but I will make you look beautiful.
I know what you're afraid of.
Have you been watching me? I've been watching you too. It's a two-way street, and how does this work, and you're giving hypocritical vibes, baby? Can you study your opponent and also psycho-analyze them? Trust me, Cyrus; I own up to who I am no matter how cliche and quirky it applies to you, but you? Don't make me laugh. You're the oldest walking stick in the book, and it's time I expose you.
Because you were right all along, you helped me. Now you get to enjoy the fruits of your labor.
Her townhouse in New York City was occupied by an influencer event she was scheduled before the incident on Madness. Many higher-class individuals were networking about which trend to do or collaborate on their respective platforms to boost views and sales of their products. The party looked your best NY themed, but the main attraction was upstairs in her white robe, sitting on her chair before her mirror in her bedroom, and attended to by her make-up team scrambling to perfect the Madness caused by Cyrus Riddle. Many of these artists were world-renowned and exclusively partnered with her management team to ensure she always looked her best, but the challenge of combating the mark made by Cyrus was proving futile to overcome.
Hushed whispers and quiet deliberations took place behind Amber, watching the viral trend of her getting good by Cyrus Riddle span on all social media. The constant notifications, whether on Twitter, Instagram, or TikTok, were pouring in like a flood, and Amber kept scrolling through the comments to see how many were praising Riddle for ruining her image. Her eyes were glued to the screen, but her face didn't change. She kept watching with the emptiness in her eyes, feeling every sting by the comments mocking her embarrassing moment.
"Everyone out." Her voice silenced the room but was calm with dark intent. The rest of the team hurried out of her bedroom like prey, running away from a monster. She didn't budge to look at them nor give them any attention afterward. However, only one remained, and that was her manager, Steven. He kept a reasonable distance behind her and folded his arms.
"Can we talk?" She didn't respond. He sighed. "I know you're upset-"
"Upset?" Amber chuckled. "What makes you think I would be upset?" She shrugged her shoulders and kept scrolling through the content. Steven looked over her shoulder and snatched the phone from her hand. Amber opened her hand, demanding her phone, but he wouldn't back down. "Give me the phone, Steven."
"No." He placed it in his back pocket, and her eyes narrowed. "I'm not letting you watch that anymore. The entire world saw it, and it happened. Move on. You have an entire event to get to where people are waiting for you. They've come out to see you and support you."
"Support?" Her eyes fluttered, and she bit her bottom lip. She nodded and ordered the rest of her team back as she sat on the chair. "Support. Let's see how supportive they are." Steven took a few steps back, allowing the team to continue preparing her appearance downstairs below. When he stepped outside in the hallway, he closed the door behind her and peed at what she was intensely staring at. Of course, the videos of her getting ruined, along with the memes and other reactions. Steven looked over his shoulder at the door again, then back to the empty hallway rubbing his head.
"We're fucked."
No, you're fucked, Cyrus.
You don't know what it means to be in darkness because you'll see it come out of me. Did you want to push me this far?
Because you enjoy doing this, Cyrus, you've shown the entire world who you are, and that's a coward. You've told everyone how I took your victory, but all I did was crush the little balls with one kick and leave you broken in that ring. It was a clear warning that you were dealing with someone you'd never met before, but I showed mercy out of the kindness of my heart.
No one has ever had the gall to do what you did, but you took it there!
So what happens now, Cyrus? What happens between us? You've been mocking me, kicking me while I'm down, and using every opportunity to discredit me. I've suffered enough as the world watched me become this monster but no more! I know who I am, and it's not what you think you're turning me into.
I already have anger, but d don't embrace it for show. I hide it deep down inside.
If I let it out, the amount of anger that could be unleashed onto the world would be too much. It's precisely why we use it on people like you who don't know their place, but you must be the martyr, Cyrus. Now I will look you in the eyes and hurt you more than I've done anyone.
I've cultivated this image to bring the world a new face, but that wasn't enough. For someone who has been in this business for over twenty years, you'd think you would understand when the future has arrived.
But no.
You're afraid of change.
The change that will make you obsolete.
Fear corrupted you, not me. Fear took hold of you when you fell to me. That's why you did what you did. You wanted me to look just like you, A man playing tough, but inside, he's vulnerable. I showed everyone how vulnerable you were when we were on DARK. It was just us, the world didn't even know, and I felt humiliated when the entire world was watching. How clever of you to have them on your field, but I've always been hated. The elite, like myself, are used to the bottom feeders like you doing everything they can to disrupt the way of life.
It's okay, Cyrus.
You want to be seen and heard. You will get fifteen minutes of fame at my expense because you asked for this. You've seen what I can do when pushed to the edge, and you've thrown me off the cliff.
This is a war I intend on ending with slaughter. I'm done being nice because you and everyone in this company will know I only fight for myself. You've opened Pandora's Box and ruined my Sephora one.
I hope you're ready, Riddle, because I've never been more motivated to beat someone in the ring.
Downstairs in the open forum of her townhouse, the rest of the invitees were mingling. Many influencers were segregated into their cliques, but the group conversation was the same. The constant headline of Amber's humiliating moment on WGWF Brawl despite being there to support her in person. Everyone enjoyed the content and jokes until one girl spoke too loud. "Can you believe Amber got her hair messed up, and she's still throwing a party? How desperate for attention can one be?"
"You tell me." The disruption of the atmosphere was Amber standing at the top of the stairs; The DJ abruptly ended the music, and all eyes were on Amber, staring at the poor influencer girl left alone as her companions stepped back. Amber's walk down the stairs was slow, her heels clicking slowly as she descended with her manager following behind her. Her green eyes locked on the girl who spoke out about her, and she held the drink in her hand, shaking with every step Amber got closer to her. Finally, the two are face to face, and Amber towers over her, sporting her sparkling white dress.
"I didn't mean it like that." She stuttered, and Amber smiled.
"I know. Would you like another drink?" The girl nodded quickly, and Amber snapped her fingers, cueing a server to bring a bottle of Rose Tequila out. Still, Amber promptly took the bottle and shattered it into pieces over the girl's head, causing her to fall onto the rug unconscious and bleeding profusely from the open wound. Amber watched her topple down as screams were heard, and security rushed to the victim's side with her manager.
"What the fuck, Amber?" Everyone around her kept their distance, and security personnel called for medical. However, Amber walked to her kitchen to pour herself a glass of crystal champagne in her dress robes and took a sip watching everyone squirm in fear.
"Leave and remember, you all signed an NDA." She flashed an intimidating stare at her fellow influencers, who scrambled out the door of her home. Security was ordered to carry the girl outside while maintenance and servers helped to clean up the mess she caused. Steven stood up, not knowing what to say or do, especially since Amber walked up to him with her right hand. "Phone?" He immediately removed it from his back pocket and dropped it in her hand, then watched her walk back up the stairs scrolling through the phone.
On the other hand, Steven looked at the chaos she caused and sat down on a chair, burying his face into his hands. He watched the workers do their best to clean up the stains and shard glass everywhere but pondered how she could be this violent out of nowhere. Thankfully, the situation will be hush-hush as security was tight on any media outlet getting word of this private event, but he knew he couldn't let this last long. Amber's tranquility was disturbed, and she was lashing out. Was he safe?
You made this happen. You could have walked away, but you pushed this. Night Two of Summer Madness in New York City, where I will embarrass you at the home of sports entertainment. Cyrus, this is poetic justice for me and karma for you. I felt humiliated in front of the world, so I will show you what absolute darkness is.
It's not how much black you wear or the goo you put on me. It's being beaten down when you're on the floor and laughed at when you think everyone else will be there for you. You've broken me and shown the world the little girl inside me who people have laughed at and told I would never amount to anything. They'd all aspect me to be in the back of a car providing temporary service for every fat slob cheating on their wife.
They never expected me to become a shining beacon in this industry, but you gave them ammunition to bring me down.
You embody all the haters who cannot stand my presence.
That's why I hate you, Cyrus. You have everything I want in this business. You have the championships, the accomplishments, the legacy accolades, and you submitted yourself to playing a prank to embarrass a simple old rookie who put you down. You can't handle that it eats you alive I'm at a higher standard than you'll ever be.
I'm not afraid of you, Cyrus.
I loathe you.
I loathe how you've fallen from grace at the peak of your heights and expect me to be a walkover to help an old-timer nearing this timely passing to gain a past glory that is only in the past. I'm not that silly girl.
I'm The Influence.
I don't need a broken shell of a man trying to stop me on my path to greatness. I've too many enemies who've tried and failed but you? You're going to die at Summer Madness. No excuses, Cyrus, because I'm ready to go out and show you why you shouldn't have done what you've done.
I'm going to make you beautiful. Take all that black and cover it up with an excellent foundation. A foundation of your blood since you want to make this deadly. You caused this, and I'll be the one to end it!
You hear me, Cyrus?! I'm the one who has been dealing with things way beyond your understanding. It's my responsibility to carry this company on my back; you are a future threat. WGWF, I apologize for allowing this gutter rat to distract me from becoming your flag holder, but Cyrus is a thorn I can no longer ignore.
So Cyrus Riddle, enjoy the rest of your time and know our session together will be swift. I'm going to end you before you even get started.
Toodles,
Xoxo.