Post by Amber Mansley on Feb 10, 2024 22:45:38 GMT -5
Really? This is what they could conjure for me? Oh, I'm sorry. Do I have to speak all spooky to try and fit in with the concept of this match? Allow me to indulge the fools; I, too, believe in a higher power, the higher power that we all know to be our Lord and Savior. Yes, I've done terrible things and faced my sins, but you're not having fun if you're not sinning. Don't worry, Synn, I've faced my sins and fears. I've been through hell before, and one thing I've learned is that they're welcoming there.
What was life without committing fun? Amber's time in WGWF and being a Fortunate One proved fruitful in her deterrence away from the pathetic average joes who couldn't work daily to cover their bills. From her previous battles against the Riddle family, she understands the theatrical nature of the professional wrestling industry. Amber Mansley has been the hottest star in WGWF not only because of her looks but also because of her attitude; she holds no bounds in disrespecting everyone who isn't a part of her family. However, this specific moment will end with this person enjoying their subliminal cryptic messages.
Back in Boca Raton, she sat down at an old church her father used to take her—the two-story, run-down building that hasn't been maintained from the depreciated decor and ruined furniture. The church windows were stained and cracked, and the benches were dusty, but the only pristine object was Amber Mansley, sitting on a bench with her Gucci purse resting beside her. Amber let her silky blondish hair curl up as she clasped her hands on her high-end mini-skirt and held onto the diamond necklace of her father's initials.
"Ms. Mansley." A voice spoke from the passageway as the local pastor, Reverend Thomas, was managing several technical issues. Rev. Thomas has always been the hands-on type of pastor, active in the community, and always preferred to do the handiwork himself. Amber grew up with him, always attended his sermons, and enjoyed his preaching, but lately, she's been hesitant to even look at him. He sat beside her in his usual suit, always keeping his holy image to the public, and Amber looked ahead. "Why are you here?"
"...To ask for forgiveness-" She sighed. "-again."
"Is this about your father?" Of course, he had to mention him. However, this was the Lord's house. Nothing could be hidden away from him. Amber rolled her eyes and looked away, trying her best not to have tears flowing down her face. However, she looked into the reverend's eyes with a crooked smile.
"Yes." She sighed again."I'm upset at myself for letting him suffer. I feel like every day I'm the one who kills him inside more and more." Her thumbs were twiddling, and she let her head down. Amber loved her father but abandoned her family in exchange for being where she is now. The pain she felt every day was crucifying her to the point that she could look at herself in the mirror.
"Amber. You're not alone." He spoke firmly. "You're in the right place at the right time. I know you're feeling guilty, but it's never too late. Let yourself heal."
"Heal?" She interrupted him. "How can I heal? How can I heal myself? I'm the most hated woman in my job; I constantly get teased and bullied by everyone simply because of how I am. I don't respect anyone who mistreats me, and on top of that, my father is dying because of me! The one person he loves the most is killing him inside." Amber stood up abruptly and marched to the altar, throwing her purse to the stage and falling to her knees, trying her best not to scream. Her hands were balled into fists, with her knuckles almost turning pure white, and she punched down on the ruined rugged floor. She kept punching until her hands were bloodied, and then she stood on her knees sobbing.
The reverend, on the other hand, watched her with intent. He saw the pain emulating from her stressful moment and watched her reach her breaking point. Without hesitation, he stood up and approached from behind to gently place his right hand on her left shoulder. Amber rubbed the tears from her eyes, trying not to ruin her makeup. She looked away momentarily, then back to the reverend beside her.
"Amber." He said softly. "It's okay. I know you want to be strong, but this is a place and time you don't have to be. Sometimes, we are tested to the limit, but we can't lose ourselves. I want you just to take all the time you need. Stop holding back or trying to be strong. The best way to heal is just to surrender. I'll leave you alone. Take care, Ms. Mansley." Surrender? What? Amber looked ahead as the reverend exited the building. She was alone.
Why the hell would she surrender? She's never been the one to surrender in any circumstance, especially to her enemies, but to the Lord, she would. After all, Amber may have committed a few sins, but nothing hurts than confessing. It's why she needed to be here to confess to the one true higher power of the world. However, he was right. Amber had to let go of the pain she was feeling. Her green eyes looked around the empty interior of the abandoned church and sighed again. She even stared at the portrait of Jesus and the legendary Last Supper; She could feel his eyes piercing into hers, making her bite her lip and quiver until the tears flowed again. Amber pounded both her bloodied fists on the floor again and leaned forward, thinking about that one person who cursed the one being she believed in passionately.
I've been facing my sins longer than you have. Who are you to judge me?
You are nothing more than a false prophet who believes you have the right to put the power of God in your eyes. I hate people who play God and make all these theatrics in an attempt to persuade people to be false idols like you. Despite being a former OCW World Champion, you have entered my domain, which means you're just a human like me.
Hello Synn, welcome to WGWF under the tutelage of The Fortunate Ones. I know you're here to make an impact, but you made a mistake believing you have what it takes to get past me. What is it that you always ask? Am I ready to face my sins?
Oh yes, I am. I'm facing them as we speak. I've been at the mercy of my hell, which I created. I've built this realm of eternal torture to humble myself because if I didn't, this entire world would have been at my mercy. The Fortunate Ones, we built this place from the ground up, but you think you're any different from the rest of the try-hards who believe they can beat us?
It's giving blasphemy.
It's showing how twisted into your delusions you are. You see, Synn, I'm just a woman, as are you. We eat, sleep, and breathe the same air, but I've faced against people who have been twisted like you. When I first entered this company, I met a man who was hellbent on darkness and used it as a weapon, but I overcame him. I destroyed him with such ease, and in the end, his entire family was outcasted. Do you want to know why?
He put his faith in the wrong people. He was a heretic like you. I don't need to tell you my sins because you'll use them and twist them to your benefit. It's the same thing I do to people around me every day. Synn, I enjoy manipulating people. I enjoy lying to them and twisting them for my gain. I don't hide my sins; I embrace them, but sometimes, even my ones scare me.
It's cost me something I thought I would never hold dear to my heart. Mt own family. Yes, the piece of shit that didn't want me to become the very best damn professional wrestler in this business. The same family who told me that I would be throwing everything they worked for down the drain, but all they ever cared about was themselves.
Except for one, my father.
He's the most honorable man I've ever had, and right now, he's dying. He's dying due to me leaving him, and I couldn't have the guts to tell the cab driver to turn around when he fell on that grass with a heart attack. Do you know how much pain it caused me? I have nightmares.
Fucking nightmares!
Nightmares about my dad dying and every night I wake up realizing time is coming to an end.
But your nightmare is about to begin, Synn. Do you know what the funny thing is about demons? They're so ready to torment and torture, but you never understand how easy it is to torture them back. Oh, Synn, you and your little cryptic messages, but allow me to be blunt. I don't give a single flying fuck as to who or what you are. All you are is another woman in my way of securing a great goal I set forth the moment I stepped into WGWF.
You don't know what I'm capable of, and that's fine. I'm just the beautiful dumb blonde in your eyes. Everyone has made the mistake of underestimating me and paid for it dearly. You are another one of the haters who is probably making fun of me on social media, in case you have one because if you don't, you're more of an old boomer than you usually look.
But don't worry, Synn, we'll be friends.
I'll show you what it means to be relevant in modern times and prove there is more than heresy. There's more to this business than deranging yourself.
Synn, what about you? What are your fears? You've been saying we must face our demons, but have you conquered your own? Let's find out because, on Smash, that's precisely what will happen. I will bring you to your " Come to Jesus" meeting, but this time, you'll have to look at yourself in the eyes and wonder if you can stomach what you see. It's easy to point the finger at others, but you can't handle the pressure when the mirror is in front of you.
That's why they abandoned you, Synn. That's why the industry has told you you no longer belong here.
And you damn sure don't belong in WGWF. The Fortunate Ones has made our decision, and you've been found unworthy ever to step inside our company again. Smash is around the corner, and I've paid for sins already.
The question is for you: will you pay for yours?