Post by synn on Jul 25, 2023 2:06:09 GMT -5
FO·MO
noun
informal
1. anxiety that an exciting or interesting event may currently be happening elsewhere, often aroused by posts seen on a social media website.
"I realized I was a lifelong sufferer of FOMO"
…….In other words, FoMO perpetuates the fear of having made the wrong decision on how to spend time, as "you can imagine how things could be different".
FoMO could simply exist as a pervasive mental state, but it can also lead to different physical reactions (e.g., sweating) and real-world behaviors. According to a survey conducted in the U.S. and U.K., the majority of adult Millennials (current age between 18 and 34) expressed that they want to say yes to everything due to the fear of missing out; over half of the respondents said that they barely invest sufficient energy or time in delving into topics or new interests. Moreover, FoMO serves as a motive for an escalating usage of social media, which could distract people from learning in the classroom and operating motor vehicles. Furthermore, unhealthy digital habits, such as constantly checking on emails and social media updates, could be developed and thus lead to insufficient engagement in the present social interactions.
Besides its impact on real-world social activities, FoMO could also influence the formation of long-term goals and people's self-perceptions. Around half of the respondents stated that they are overwhelmed by the amount of information which allows them to stay up to date and it is almost impossible to not miss out on something. Through the process of relative deprivation, FoMO is also found conducive to people's dissatisfaction of their experiences and a feeling of having less. Moreover, FoMO also plays a negative role in people's overall psychological well-being. FoMO is believed to trigger negative social and emotional experiences, such as boredom and loneliness, through social media usage. Consistent with earlier research, an empirical research on FoMO in 2013 found that FoMO has a negative effect on people's overall mood and life satisfaction.
In terms of the cognitive effects, FoMO could further instill a belief that an interruption is more like a "connection". FoMO may drive someone to constantly look for a better or more interesting connection with others, abandoning current connections to do so, without realizing that what they move to is not necessarily better, just different. Moreover, the importance attributed to the potential possibility of social interaction or continuously staying abreast of current events is so intense that personal safety may be ignored. For instance, it is common to find people texting while driving.
…….In other words, FoMO perpetuates the fear of having made the wrong decision on how to spend time, as "you can imagine how things could be different".
FoMO could simply exist as a pervasive mental state, but it can also lead to different physical reactions (e.g., sweating) and real-world behaviors. According to a survey conducted in the U.S. and U.K., the majority of adult Millennials (current age between 18 and 34) expressed that they want to say yes to everything due to the fear of missing out; over half of the respondents said that they barely invest sufficient energy or time in delving into topics or new interests. Moreover, FoMO serves as a motive for an escalating usage of social media, which could distract people from learning in the classroom and operating motor vehicles. Furthermore, unhealthy digital habits, such as constantly checking on emails and social media updates, could be developed and thus lead to insufficient engagement in the present social interactions.
Besides its impact on real-world social activities, FoMO could also influence the formation of long-term goals and people's self-perceptions. Around half of the respondents stated that they are overwhelmed by the amount of information which allows them to stay up to date and it is almost impossible to not miss out on something. Through the process of relative deprivation, FoMO is also found conducive to people's dissatisfaction of their experiences and a feeling of having less. Moreover, FoMO also plays a negative role in people's overall psychological well-being. FoMO is believed to trigger negative social and emotional experiences, such as boredom and loneliness, through social media usage. Consistent with earlier research, an empirical research on FoMO in 2013 found that FoMO has a negative effect on people's overall mood and life satisfaction.
In terms of the cognitive effects, FoMO could further instill a belief that an interruption is more like a "connection". FoMO may drive someone to constantly look for a better or more interesting connection with others, abandoning current connections to do so, without realizing that what they move to is not necessarily better, just different. Moreover, the importance attributed to the potential possibility of social interaction or continuously staying abreast of current events is so intense that personal safety may be ignored. For instance, it is common to find people texting while driving.
"Damnit Brooke! Stop texting and driving, you're gonna kill us!"
The car swerved out of the oncoming lane, and back into the one it was supposed to be in.
"It's Instagram......sorry! My followers!"
Juniper snorted. Followers? She cared this much about people she'd never even met and never will meet, giving their opinions on her body via keyboard.
"Keep your eyes on the road. You wanted me to go on this little excursion, and I am trying to survive long enough to make it back home!"
She picked her book back up, burying her nose in it once again. Truth be told, she only went on this little adventure with blondie to shut her up about it. “Best sales this and new deals that”. Juniper is wearing the same anime tee shirt and dusty leggings she’d been wearing for years. She had never had an interest in trivial things such as “totes the cutest romper ever….”
The thought of it made her shudder, to be frank.
“Oh stop it…..” there was a lightness to her voice that Juniper envied, “you haven’t left the hotel since you got here. There are so many cool things to do in Savannah!”
She pulled into the mall parking lot. She was going to fix her friend up, get her all the latest threads, maybe some new slides for summer. It was the least she could do.
“Whatcha readin’ anyway?” noticing that her friend's face was back in the book.
“Studies on FOMO,” she said shortly, “maybe you should read it when I’m done.”
Brooke laughed to herself, looking for a parking spot. The mall was always so busy in the summer, and she thought maybe it was because it was so damn hot outside that people just walked around inside of it for the air conditioning. She wished she could be in a bikini, poolside or at the beach, sipping a Malibu Bay Breeze and going live on IG–instead she decided she needed to drag her friend out of her dingy roadside and show her that life exists outside of darkness. For better or for worse, whether she had a good time or not, she was determined to make sure that Juniper got to experience it.
She pulled into a parking spot, blaring her horn at the person pulling out before her–they got too close to her $80,000 sports car, and flipped them off before pulling in. She smiled as she put the vehicle in park. She sat for a moment, unbuckling her seatbelt. Her friend didn’t seem to be fazed at all. It was like nothing bothered her, she had no emotions. She was cold and empty inside.
Brooke felt bad.
“Must be a good book” she said, trying to elicit a response. Juniper just sat there.
In other words, FoMO perpetuates the fear of having made the wrong decision on how to spend time, as "you can imagine how things could be different".
Juniper looked up from her book.
"It's nerd stuff, you wouldn't like it."
Brooke immediately felt left out. She wanted to know what it was now. She wanted to know what her friend was reading, and why it was more important than going shopping?!
“Can……can I see?”
Juniper sighed. This girl just HAD to know what was going on at all times. She HAD to have the attention on her. She HAD to be……liked.
Juniper set the book down. “Can we just go inside?” Her voice was a sigh, and Brooke immediately knew that she would rather sit out here in the 100 degree heat and read her book than socialize for just a single goddamn minute—-
“You know what, fine, stay in the car!” Her voice was louder than she expected it to be, and it shocked her a little as it bounced off the car's luxury interior. “Stay in here and read your damned book and I’ll shop on my own! But I’m taking my keys! It’s 100 degrees out here, I hope you don’t mind the heat because I am taking my keys!”
She pushed the door open with as much force as her arm would allow, and it swung so far it almost came off the hinges.
"Yesssss" she heard a voice come out almost a slither. She had one ass cheek off the seat and it caused her to sit back down. "Yes....blondie......that! That is what you neeeeeeddddd....."
She sat back down and looked at her friend. Her eyes were pitch black.
"SYNN! Synn, hey, look I am sorry I just wanted to help----" The girl was looking back down at her book.
Brooke was a bit taken aback. She smacked the wheel for a second, and watched as her friend never broke the gaze of the book she was reading.
The car swerved out of the oncoming lane, and back into the one it was supposed to be in.
"It's Instagram......sorry! My followers!"
Juniper snorted. Followers? She cared this much about people she'd never even met and never will meet, giving their opinions on her body via keyboard.
"Keep your eyes on the road. You wanted me to go on this little excursion, and I am trying to survive long enough to make it back home!"
She picked her book back up, burying her nose in it once again. Truth be told, she only went on this little adventure with blondie to shut her up about it. “Best sales this and new deals that”. Juniper is wearing the same anime tee shirt and dusty leggings she’d been wearing for years. She had never had an interest in trivial things such as “totes the cutest romper ever….”
The thought of it made her shudder, to be frank.
“Oh stop it…..” there was a lightness to her voice that Juniper envied, “you haven’t left the hotel since you got here. There are so many cool things to do in Savannah!”
She pulled into the mall parking lot. She was going to fix her friend up, get her all the latest threads, maybe some new slides for summer. It was the least she could do.
“Whatcha readin’ anyway?” noticing that her friend's face was back in the book.
“Studies on FOMO,” she said shortly, “maybe you should read it when I’m done.”
Brooke laughed to herself, looking for a parking spot. The mall was always so busy in the summer, and she thought maybe it was because it was so damn hot outside that people just walked around inside of it for the air conditioning. She wished she could be in a bikini, poolside or at the beach, sipping a Malibu Bay Breeze and going live on IG–instead she decided she needed to drag her friend out of her dingy roadside and show her that life exists outside of darkness. For better or for worse, whether she had a good time or not, she was determined to make sure that Juniper got to experience it.
She pulled into a parking spot, blaring her horn at the person pulling out before her–they got too close to her $80,000 sports car, and flipped them off before pulling in. She smiled as she put the vehicle in park. She sat for a moment, unbuckling her seatbelt. Her friend didn’t seem to be fazed at all. It was like nothing bothered her, she had no emotions. She was cold and empty inside.
Brooke felt bad.
“Must be a good book” she said, trying to elicit a response. Juniper just sat there.
Fear of missing out or FoMO is "a pervasive apprehension that others might be having rewarding experiences from which one is absent". This social angst is characterized by "a desire to stay continually connected with what others are doing". FoMO is also defined as a fear of regret, which may lead to a compulsive concern that one might miss an opportunity for social interaction, a novel experience, profitable investment or other satisfying events.
Juniper looked up from her book.
"It's nerd stuff, you wouldn't like it."
Brooke immediately felt left out. She wanted to know what it was now. She wanted to know what her friend was reading, and why it was more important than going shopping?!
“Can……can I see?”
Juniper sighed. This girl just HAD to know what was going on at all times. She HAD to have the attention on her. She HAD to be……liked.
Juniper set the book down. “Can we just go inside?” Her voice was a sigh, and Brooke immediately knew that she would rather sit out here in the 100 degree heat and read her book than socialize for just a single goddamn minute—-
“You know what, fine, stay in the car!” Her voice was louder than she expected it to be, and it shocked her a little as it bounced off the car's luxury interior. “Stay in here and read your damned book and I’ll shop on my own! But I’m taking my keys! It’s 100 degrees out here, I hope you don’t mind the heat because I am taking my keys!”
She pushed the door open with as much force as her arm would allow, and it swung so far it almost came off the hinges.
"Yesssss" she heard a voice come out almost a slither. She had one ass cheek off the seat and it caused her to sit back down. "Yes....blondie......that! That is what you neeeeeeddddd....."
She sat back down and looked at her friend. Her eyes were pitch black.
"SYNN! Synn, hey, look I am sorry I just wanted to help----" The girl was looking back down at her book.
Brooke was a bit taken aback. She smacked the wheel for a second, and watched as her friend never broke the gaze of the book she was reading.
Self-determination theory (SDT) asserts that the feeling of relatedness or connectedness with others is a legitimate psychological need that influences people's psychological health. In this theoretical framework, FoMO can be understood as a self-regulatory state arising from situational or long-term perception that one's needs are not being met.
It seemed as though they sat through an entire shift at the food court Cinnabon before Brooke Broke the silence.
“Why do you like me?”
Juniper didn’t speak, but her attention was broken from the book. Her mind as a river and this blonde gymnast just put a crack in the dam.
She remembered back to 4th grade, around the same time she started becoming interested in normal kid activities. They didn't have cable, barely had lights, and she only ate 3 times a week.
"Fomo" she said.
Brooke stared at her, confused and a tad annoyed that it took her so long to say it.
"I contracted it when I realized that all of my classmates (or so it seemed) had Nickelodeon, and I didn’t. They talked about cartoons and television shows they had watched the night before — something about a game show where the losing contestant was “slimed.” One day, I decided to take this to the top."
Her memories came flooding back like the aftermath of a tsunami.
Her memories came flooding back like the aftermath of a tsunami.
“Dad, can we get cable?” she asked.
“Cable? Uh, no.”
“Why not? All of my friends have cable. And I’m bored.”
“Go outside and play a sport, or read a book. Just leave me the fuck alone.”
“Daaaaaaaaaad! Everyone else has it!”
“Buck up, little trooper.”
(That last line really was his response, by the way. Another classic Dad-ism was to wake her up for school by saying, “Time to make the doughnuts!” as cheerfully as possible.)
"In my young mind, every single kid in fourth grade knew who got slimed except for me. But Dad wouldn’t give in. He’d buy me any book, a microscope, a bike, or build me a clubhouse, but he wouldn’t budge on cable. So when talk turned to television shows in the school cafeteria, I was the odd kid out.”
Brooke looked at her.......her mouth opened a bit. Maybe this girl did feel emotions. Maybe she was fazed by normal human things. Maybe Juniper WAS still in there and the demon hadn't fully taken her over.
A few more minutes passed and Juniper smiled. "You know what? I would like to see those deals."
Brooke smiled. She felt as though they were making progress! Maybe this would be fun after all!
On the walk inside, Brooke looked at her friend.
“Oh! Btw, kickass match at Revival! You really put that pompous nobody, Easton, in his place!”
Juniper tried to ignore it. She really didn’t wanna talk about work, or what that devil inside her does at it. She didn’t respond.
“Okay okay. I get it. It’s in the past…….can I at least call you Juni Two Belts?”
She smiled with her tongue between her teeth. The girl forced a smile back, painfully.
“Whatever you wish, I guess.”
They stopped at the mall map to search for what store to start at.
“We are here…..” she said.
There was a feeling bubbling inside her. It was moving up her spine like a locomotive with the brakes cut. She couldn’t control it if she wanted to. Something about wrestling, about Easton, about the world title, about their upcoming match. It was all so overwhelming.
ANXIETY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then……quiet.
It was as if they were alone in the mall. As if they were alone on the map, in the world, in the galaxy, in the universe.
She could almost hear the girl's heart beating in the chest. Part of her wanted to rip it out, holding it in the air like a ritual sacrifice while she was still alive. The other half wanted to eat it. Part of her wanted to break every limb in her body just to see which one she’d finally die from……
She wanted to know what kind of heart this girl had. What kind of blood ran through it. How many times a minute did it—”
“JUNI, HEY, JUNI!”
She looked up. It sounded like she was yelling into a megaphone.
"Do you want to start at Dolce and move toward Louis or start at Louis working around towards Michael K---"
"Pick." She said. "You pick, and lordie make it quick. We look like tourists standing here."
"We are tourists technically----"
"Pick. One." Her teeth were grit now.
"Okay well maybe we can start at---"
"I have to use the bathroom. Text me where you're at."
"But what if you miss--"
She was already walking away. "Don't care!"
As she walked away she wondered how Nox and Zeph did this every single day.
Exhausting.
"I can hear it now. Brooke is not to be trusted as a tag partner. Ask Junko Souma how fun it was when Brooke turned on her. There is a difference here. Junko looked down on me. She made me feel like I was just there. She made me an afterthought so I did what anyone would have done.
All my life I have fought hard for my reputation. I am on top of the mountain due to my own hard work. My looks, my talent, my ability to bounce back even when injured. It is all done by myself.
So why a tag tournament? Why Synn? People think it is so I can piggyback off of her name. People in this world like to run their mouths when they don't know the truth. The girl that is hidden deep within Synn is my friend. She, like me, wants to break free. She and I are going to bring you to the dark place you never thought you would return to. Zephyr, Nox, what happens when you are forced to face fears that even you weren't aware that you had? That's what will happen when you step between those ropes on Anarchy. You will be across the ring from the two women who carried the old OCW in its dying days. You will be in for a war and I don't think you are equipped for that.
You see these marks? You see the pain within my eyes? Do you see the fear behind them? The answer is no, you do not. I don't fear anymore. I have embraced the fact that we all have fears but I choose to not give in to them. I choose to use my fears to my advantage. Synn and I have learned, and will continue to learn from one another. Like the yin and yang, we are the light and the darkness. We are total opposites working in harmony to shape this world, this company, in our image. We have chosen what we want OCW to be. The Belles of Brawl have been prophesized and it has now come to pass. This is what we want and how we want it.
Zephyr, Nox, what do you fear? What do you do with that fear? Will you manifest it into success or fall to the back of the line like the rest? I want you to embrace it because then, when Synn and I inevitably win, it will mean more. I don't want an easy win. I want you, no, I dare you to make this hard on us. I am glad that the B.o.B will get to welcome you to the world of the outcasts.
For so long I was worried about being not good enough. I was worried about being looked down on. Worried about being judged. As I've gotten into this business, I now realize that I am the judge, jury, and executioner. Honestly, I don't like you. I am going to make sure that you are ended. You need to come to your senses. The only asylum here in OCW is the one you are stuck inside within your own head. You have created problems deep within the depths of your own mind. The problems will become reality on Anarchy.
Fear is all around us. We all fear something. It is how we react to fear that truly defines us. Zephyr, Nox, your fears will be realized on Anarchy. What will you do? Will you grab the bull by the horns or will you be gored and left for dead? That is ultimately up to you.
Synn and I are prepared to give our blood, sweat, and tears in order to advance. What are you willing to give up? What sacrifices are you willing to succumb to? Will you give your arm? Your leg? Your first born? Zephyr, Nox, your countdown to extinction has come. Will you extend the clock or give in and perish like the rest."
“When you’re sitting at the top, so many strive to be like you. When I was first coming up in the OCW ranks, nobody took me seriously. I was viewed as the freak, the monster, the outcast. Now that I’ve established myself as the last champion in the original company and the first in the new one, everybody suddenly thinks it's “cool” to be creepy. It’s suddenly trendy to be different. Look at that RISE roster and the band of freaks Jolie has strung together over there. A mishmash of circus acts all brought together under one brand identity, all with aspirations to rise to the main roster and have a chance to one day lose to me. Look at Anarchy….not a single painted face to be seen!
But some of the best talent in the world.
What’s that tell ya?
Not a single person under the new OCW letters is here without me. That company was going to close their doors for good, but I pitched the idea to keep the smoldering embers burning and Britlyn picked up the stick and poked the fire. Now all of the sudden we have two brands, had a fantastic Pay Per View, and are on the precipice of our very first branded cable broadcast……….
And these two want to spoil the party for everyone. They want to show up unannounced and uninvited, all brooding and dark, and tell the wrestling world that we should be afraid of them. They want to show the world fear, when they, themselves, don’t understand it. To them, fear is cosmetic. Fear is an image instilled in people with ghastly visuals and incomprehensible sounds. To them, fear is some dark clothes and cheap hair dye.
If only they knew what fear really is.
If only they knew the soul-crushing reality of it.
Two new-comers with fire in their bellies wanting to come onto my show in hopes they can face APEX for those tag straps. Two new-comers with virtually zero experience given that one shot, that one opportunity, to seize everything they ever wanted, in one moment…..”
“Their palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on their sweaters already, mom's spaghetti......”
Brooke’s voice trails off as Synn shoots her a look.
“Solid music reference, but not the time, dearie. I am in the process of dicing these two. It is all about timing…..patience…..”
Brooke nodded.
“I was patient with Harmon Egan, what happened? I gave him his first loss ever en route to snagging the briefcase that got me this title while he plucked his tampon and quit the business. I was patient with the Standard, and he got himself into trouble with the big brass before he had to face me….convenient…..I was patient with Easton Alexander, and I have proven to him twice now that cockiness and arrogance only have one outcome. You two aren't much different than any of them. Brash, arrogant, convinced the world owes you something. Let me give you a word of advice, maybe take it with ya in your future endeavors, yah?
Just because your car has a turbo doesn’t mean it’s fast.
You’re sprung into action far too quick, dove far too deep into waters far too infested. You could stand Nox on Zephyr’s shoulders and both reach your arms up to the verrrry tippy top of what’s anatomically possible, and you’d still be in over your heads. You want to rush into the forbidden forest, but you are unaware of what waits for you within.
Brooke has learned to embrace the things that she fears most. The match she had with Ms. Calaway…..the tumble she took…..would have retired, hell probably would have killed most other women her size. Wrestler or not. Brooke was so afraid of losing her looks, of not being popular. She was so afraid of feeling pain. Brooke was so afraid of failing. Brooke was afraid, mostly, of missing out. Of not being at the top, of getting in over her head and not being able to get back to the surface.
I see the same in you two. Brooke and I are partners because we share a common goal. You two are partners because you squeezed out of the same vagina. You lean on each other because without the other one, neither of you is worth a squirt of piss. You know it. I know it. You best believe the fans (who are frantically googling your name right now to find out just who the hell their beloved OCW champ and his natural blonde sidekick are dispatching this week)know it. Let’s get down to brass nails, yeah? You saw what I was doing and your FOMO kicked in. You wanted everything I had because clearly you copied everything I did. You’re unoriginal, to say the very least. They say imitation is the highest form of flattery........
I'm flattered.
I have a bone to pick with Ms. Myst and Ms. Rider is my collateral. If I have to go through two dollar-store versions of me to get to them, so be it. B.o.B is coming for blood and for those straps and I beg you, please, for all that is good and holy.........
Try and stop us."
Brooke looked at her.......her mouth opened a bit. Maybe this girl did feel emotions. Maybe she was fazed by normal human things. Maybe Juniper WAS still in there and the demon hadn't fully taken her over.
A few more minutes passed and Juniper smiled. "You know what? I would like to see those deals."
Brooke smiled. She felt as though they were making progress! Maybe this would be fun after all!
On the walk inside, Brooke looked at her friend.
“Oh! Btw, kickass match at Revival! You really put that pompous nobody, Easton, in his place!”
Juniper tried to ignore it. She really didn’t wanna talk about work, or what that devil inside her does at it. She didn’t respond.
“Okay okay. I get it. It’s in the past…….can I at least call you Juni Two Belts?”
She smiled with her tongue between her teeth. The girl forced a smile back, painfully.
“Whatever you wish, I guess.”
They stopped at the mall map to search for what store to start at.
“We are here…..” she said.
There was a feeling bubbling inside her. It was moving up her spine like a locomotive with the brakes cut. She couldn’t control it if she wanted to. Something about wrestling, about Easton, about the world title, about their upcoming match. It was all so overwhelming.
ANXIETY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then……quiet.
It was as if they were alone in the mall. As if they were alone on the map, in the world, in the galaxy, in the universe.
She could almost hear the girl's heart beating in the chest. Part of her wanted to rip it out, holding it in the air like a ritual sacrifice while she was still alive. The other half wanted to eat it. Part of her wanted to break every limb in her body just to see which one she’d finally die from……
She wanted to know what kind of heart this girl had. What kind of blood ran through it. How many times a minute did it—”
“JUNI, HEY, JUNI!”
She looked up. It sounded like she was yelling into a megaphone.
"Do you want to start at Dolce and move toward Louis or start at Louis working around towards Michael K---"
"Pick." She said. "You pick, and lordie make it quick. We look like tourists standing here."
"We are tourists technically----"
"Pick. One." Her teeth were grit now.
"Okay well maybe we can start at---"
"I have to use the bathroom. Text me where you're at."
"But what if you miss--"
She was already walking away. "Don't care!"
As she walked away she wondered how Nox and Zeph did this every single day.
Exhausting.
"I can hear it now. Brooke is not to be trusted as a tag partner. Ask Junko Souma how fun it was when Brooke turned on her. There is a difference here. Junko looked down on me. She made me feel like I was just there. She made me an afterthought so I did what anyone would have done.
All my life I have fought hard for my reputation. I am on top of the mountain due to my own hard work. My looks, my talent, my ability to bounce back even when injured. It is all done by myself.
So why a tag tournament? Why Synn? People think it is so I can piggyback off of her name. People in this world like to run their mouths when they don't know the truth. The girl that is hidden deep within Synn is my friend. She, like me, wants to break free. She and I are going to bring you to the dark place you never thought you would return to. Zephyr, Nox, what happens when you are forced to face fears that even you weren't aware that you had? That's what will happen when you step between those ropes on Anarchy. You will be across the ring from the two women who carried the old OCW in its dying days. You will be in for a war and I don't think you are equipped for that.
You see these marks? You see the pain within my eyes? Do you see the fear behind them? The answer is no, you do not. I don't fear anymore. I have embraced the fact that we all have fears but I choose to not give in to them. I choose to use my fears to my advantage. Synn and I have learned, and will continue to learn from one another. Like the yin and yang, we are the light and the darkness. We are total opposites working in harmony to shape this world, this company, in our image. We have chosen what we want OCW to be. The Belles of Brawl have been prophesized and it has now come to pass. This is what we want and how we want it.
Zephyr, Nox, what do you fear? What do you do with that fear? Will you manifest it into success or fall to the back of the line like the rest? I want you to embrace it because then, when Synn and I inevitably win, it will mean more. I don't want an easy win. I want you, no, I dare you to make this hard on us. I am glad that the B.o.B will get to welcome you to the world of the outcasts.
For so long I was worried about being not good enough. I was worried about being looked down on. Worried about being judged. As I've gotten into this business, I now realize that I am the judge, jury, and executioner. Honestly, I don't like you. I am going to make sure that you are ended. You need to come to your senses. The only asylum here in OCW is the one you are stuck inside within your own head. You have created problems deep within the depths of your own mind. The problems will become reality on Anarchy.
Fear is all around us. We all fear something. It is how we react to fear that truly defines us. Zephyr, Nox, your fears will be realized on Anarchy. What will you do? Will you grab the bull by the horns or will you be gored and left for dead? That is ultimately up to you.
Synn and I are prepared to give our blood, sweat, and tears in order to advance. What are you willing to give up? What sacrifices are you willing to succumb to? Will you give your arm? Your leg? Your first born? Zephyr, Nox, your countdown to extinction has come. Will you extend the clock or give in and perish like the rest."
“When you’re sitting at the top, so many strive to be like you. When I was first coming up in the OCW ranks, nobody took me seriously. I was viewed as the freak, the monster, the outcast. Now that I’ve established myself as the last champion in the original company and the first in the new one, everybody suddenly thinks it's “cool” to be creepy. It’s suddenly trendy to be different. Look at that RISE roster and the band of freaks Jolie has strung together over there. A mishmash of circus acts all brought together under one brand identity, all with aspirations to rise to the main roster and have a chance to one day lose to me. Look at Anarchy….not a single painted face to be seen!
But some of the best talent in the world.
What’s that tell ya?
Not a single person under the new OCW letters is here without me. That company was going to close their doors for good, but I pitched the idea to keep the smoldering embers burning and Britlyn picked up the stick and poked the fire. Now all of the sudden we have two brands, had a fantastic Pay Per View, and are on the precipice of our very first branded cable broadcast……….
And these two want to spoil the party for everyone. They want to show up unannounced and uninvited, all brooding and dark, and tell the wrestling world that we should be afraid of them. They want to show the world fear, when they, themselves, don’t understand it. To them, fear is cosmetic. Fear is an image instilled in people with ghastly visuals and incomprehensible sounds. To them, fear is some dark clothes and cheap hair dye.
If only they knew what fear really is.
If only they knew the soul-crushing reality of it.
Two new-comers with fire in their bellies wanting to come onto my show in hopes they can face APEX for those tag straps. Two new-comers with virtually zero experience given that one shot, that one opportunity, to seize everything they ever wanted, in one moment…..”
“Their palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on their sweaters already, mom's spaghetti......”
Brooke’s voice trails off as Synn shoots her a look.
“Solid music reference, but not the time, dearie. I am in the process of dicing these two. It is all about timing…..patience…..”
Brooke nodded.
“I was patient with Harmon Egan, what happened? I gave him his first loss ever en route to snagging the briefcase that got me this title while he plucked his tampon and quit the business. I was patient with the Standard, and he got himself into trouble with the big brass before he had to face me….convenient…..I was patient with Easton Alexander, and I have proven to him twice now that cockiness and arrogance only have one outcome. You two aren't much different than any of them. Brash, arrogant, convinced the world owes you something. Let me give you a word of advice, maybe take it with ya in your future endeavors, yah?
Just because your car has a turbo doesn’t mean it’s fast.
You’re sprung into action far too quick, dove far too deep into waters far too infested. You could stand Nox on Zephyr’s shoulders and both reach your arms up to the verrrry tippy top of what’s anatomically possible, and you’d still be in over your heads. You want to rush into the forbidden forest, but you are unaware of what waits for you within.
Brooke has learned to embrace the things that she fears most. The match she had with Ms. Calaway…..the tumble she took…..would have retired, hell probably would have killed most other women her size. Wrestler or not. Brooke was so afraid of losing her looks, of not being popular. She was so afraid of feeling pain. Brooke was so afraid of failing. Brooke was afraid, mostly, of missing out. Of not being at the top, of getting in over her head and not being able to get back to the surface.
I see the same in you two. Brooke and I are partners because we share a common goal. You two are partners because you squeezed out of the same vagina. You lean on each other because without the other one, neither of you is worth a squirt of piss. You know it. I know it. You best believe the fans (who are frantically googling your name right now to find out just who the hell their beloved OCW champ and his natural blonde sidekick are dispatching this week)know it. Let’s get down to brass nails, yeah? You saw what I was doing and your FOMO kicked in. You wanted everything I had because clearly you copied everything I did. You’re unoriginal, to say the very least. They say imitation is the highest form of flattery........
I'm flattered.
I have a bone to pick with Ms. Myst and Ms. Rider is my collateral. If I have to go through two dollar-store versions of me to get to them, so be it. B.o.B is coming for blood and for those straps and I beg you, please, for all that is good and holy.........
Try and stop us."