Post by Toxicita on Sept 22, 2023 16:19:25 GMT -5
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The Toxic Return
~off camera~
The Toxic Return
~off camera~
As Toxicita walked the streets of her hometown the memories of Evee flooded in. She didn't have time to play with the other kids like the boy who had just crossed her path on his tricycle to say hello to his friend. She didn't have time to earn a little extra cash by mowing lawns like the boy and girl who were being paid by a happy neighbor who didn't have to do their own lawn work today. She didn't have time to hang out with her friends and just grab some ice cream from the ice cream truck as it drove down the road like the two little girls beside her.
Evee didn't have time to be anything but perfect.
Evee was a push over to her parents. Any order they barked she obeyed. Whenever her father said it was time to train it was time to train, no excuses no tardiness no complaining. When her mother would tell her to dress nicely and put on some makeup she spent hours making sure every strand of hair was in its place and every eyelash was curled to perfection. She was always a happy child or so it seemed. She was the girl to look up to because she was simply perfect.
Toxicita on the other hand wasn't. She was cold, collected, and calculated. She said the word 'no' and didn't care about her image. she was mean, manipulative, and nasty.
She was everything Evee wished she could be.
When Evee was the nice girl who never said no and always gave 110% no one actually saw her. What they saw were her parents. ‘You did a fine job raising her.’ At least one person would tell her parents at church every Sunday. ‘She’s so well behaved.’ All of these compliments and more never were for Evee who had to control her impulses. Evee was the one doing all the hard work of controlling her AHDA without medication because if she took it then what would people think? Medication made her defective, it made her weak. Therapy was out of the question because people would see her needing help. Her parents controlled her and told her how she should be but they received all the credit when Evee was the one doing all the work.
Win the next trophy, don’t settle for less. She did.
Smile and make the judges love you. Only tens will do. She did
Tomorrow you need to lift 20 more pounds. She did.
Run three more miles. She did.
Win a championship. She did.
Be the only wrestler who retired undefeated. She couldn’t do it.
As Toxicita continued down the sidewalk she remembered the loss of control and how good it felt to just let go. She remembered what it was like not to have to be anyone’s role model. She could finally breathe now that she could have emotions and didn’t have to be the scared happy girl her parents made her. She remembered what it was like to pull the mask off, one similar to Zella’s, and how it only made her better in the end.
Her thoughts came to an abrupt stop as the highschool came into view. She didn’t miss it and looking at the place didn’t give her a nostalgic boner like it would have most people who had been a student there. Instead it made her anxiety and anger spike remembering how she couldn’t just be a teenager and do teenager things. She had to be perfect. She had to be fake.
Toxicita watched the cameras being set up from afar. They were at the High School right where she told them to meet her. She didn't miss High School; the pressure of good grades and always winning only a torturous memory to her now. She walked up to the camera crew and dropped her gym bag to the ground. "Ready?" She asked with more annonce than excitement in her voice. The camera man pulled the camera up onto his shoulder and nodded. Toxicita stood in front of the brick wall leaning on it with one foot as the footage began to roll.
~On Camera~
"I mentioned you were cute so cute in fact I might feel a little bad when I crush your dreams of 'making it big' in this wrestling company. I'm sure fans love you, they love to meet you so they can feel special. You're this companies go to girl for making fans want to spend millions just to feel noticed. That's all your good for in this company; being the cute girl who makes people feel wanted and appreciated." Toxicita frowns and crosses her arms over her chest. "You're not the one management will go to if they need a champion. You're not the girl management will go to when they need to keep people glued to the screen. You're the girl management goes to when they need to fill a place. It's upsetting really, once again I have to go against someone who will make my match the one where people go to get a snack and refill because I'm facing someone who isn't worth their time or mine."
"You're an Anarchy member yet here you are on a side show. It's not like you lost your first match so have you stopped to wonder why you're here? I don't because know the reason management has decided to feed you to me is because they need someone to at least somewhat try against me to keep me entertained. That's what you are Zella, my toy to play with and break. You've been demoted; looks like the neck injury ended up taking whatever promising career you might have had." She laughs. "The nice girl personality you have is only going to take you so far. You'll put some people in seats because of it but that's all you have, little girls as fans. Those die hard fans, the ones who love to watch a fight those are my fans and I'll keep them around a lot longer than those little girls you're trying to stay squeaky clean for." Toxicita shakes her head disappointedly. "I was like you Zella. I was the nice girl who told little girls they could be anything when they grew up, then I grew up. I realized you can't candy coat the world and not end up with a cavity. For now you have a spirit most don't in this industry but it'll fade and die. You'll look at yourself in the mirror and realize you don't know who you are anymore. Or you'll quit and realize you aren't strong enough." She devilishly smirks. "The truth of the matter is you are weak Zella, you're weak and stupid. Admitting to someone you didn't try hard enough and you needed to try harder? Saying you're still not up to par after hurting yourself, really? You must be a rookie no way any seasoned wrestler would make such stupid mistakes. You also almost allowed yourself to be dominated by a couple of dumbasses who probably can't tie their own wrestling boots, they need their manager to do it for them."
"I digress. Our match is being pitched as two new comers who came in on a win and both plan to dominate. You don't want to though do you Zella? You're just happy to be here, you don't care about beating people or winning anything do you? You're just thanking your lucky stars you aren't in a wheelchair. If there is anyone who plans to dominate and will, it's me. I want the glory and I want to take as much of it as I can. My goal isn't just to win and beat every single roster member from Rise to Anarchy. My goal isn't just to purge this company of the weaklings like yourself. My goal isn't just to hold every championship at least once and leave behind the longest defending streaks for each. My goal is to make this company mine through means of force while people like you sit on the side lines either cheering me on or clapping in awe at what I've accomplished." The cockiness begins to mesh with her words as she now stands tall away from the wall. "Did you see what I did to Destiny at Uprise? She lost her mind thanks to me. She couldn't take the Toxicity that is me and now only god knows where she is. I did exactly what I said I would do and that's take out the trash. Do you see Destiny on this upcoming show Zella? Do you see her name anywhere? I dismantled her entire world when I won and I'll do the same to you. Wrestling is your only reason to live right? It's the one thing you can't stand to be without. Well, you should watch your neck this week then because that's what I'm aiming for. Not only do you leave yourself wide open for a world of hurt just by what you have to say but also by the way you carry yourself. You're the next person on the chopping block."
"You're also at a snooze fest. PG 13 always is. No cuss words, no sexual appeal, no gore or horror to be found anywhere." Toxicita begins to snore as if she were sleeping. When she opens her eyes she smiles. "Me on the other hand, not only do people love to watch me in action because let's face it, I'm physical perfection, but people love how I talk. They love the way I bust a bitch open and how horrific my matches can become. I'm entertaining while you're hanging on to being cute. People love you because your sweet, people love me because I get the job done for them whatever that job is if you know what I'm saying." She winks, the corner of her mouth also raising a little. "You're better off finding someone to fight for you at this point so you can be the eye candy you are. If you do happen to make it to the top just know it's because management pushed you. Fans like to see an underdog win something. Sometimes it's nice to see the 'perfect' role model hold a championship. You won't be the one who earned it though it'll be given to you then striped away by someone who actually deserves it. Someone who has trained their fingers down to the bone and doesn’t care who loves or hates them. Someone like me will strip it away.”
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