Post by Toxicita on Nov 17, 2023 3:45:15 GMT -5
Perfectly Imperfect
Skin to Steel
~Off Camera~
There was a loud ruckus happening behind the private school Evee attended in her youth. Two girls decided to make Evee their target to bully and a fight ensued. Evee fought back making one girls nose bleed and the others lip bust open down the center. Like every handicap match though Evee saw the bad end of the situation. It was flesh on steel and the girls didn't care when there was blood. A small nick on Evee's face from the steel fence made her white blouse crimson red.
At home there were repercussions for her ruined shirt. Her mother was cleaning the cut on her face while her dad yelled about how she could have fought back harder. While her dad fussed about his daughter seeming weak her mother worried about a scar possibly becoming a blemish on her otherwise perfect daughter. Evee was just sad she didn't fit in.
In less than a week her new hobby was Karate and it was her dads new obsession that she was perfect at it.
The small cut healed without a scar which made her mother happy. Now she wouldn't be pulled from the upcoming pageant and she could still have a future in modeling. She learned to protect herself and the girls at school learned that she could the hard way. Her father was happy now that his daughter fought back and won. Evee was just proud she made them happy.
Although Evee was trying to get away from her past self she knew there would always be parallels. She still wanted to make her authority figures proud one way or another. Even though she was going to challenge Management she was doing it for the betterment of the company. They didn't have to like her now and could do anything in their power to stop her and Asylum from taking over but either they would take things over and force the company to be stronger or they would make management into a well oiled machine just the way it needed to be. Either way they would be proud of her.
Evee still needed to make sure she never had a scar left because she had to be the prettiest. Wrestling didn't require her to be beautiful and she loved that about the sport but for her own personal sanity she had to keep her face intact. Oftentimes she thought back and decided the reason for her feelings had to do with her mother and how the only thing she had to offer her mother was her beauty. Outside of being pretty her mother had no use for her. So her desire to keep her face perfect fueled her agility in the ring. As long as the competition couldn't touch her they couldn't ruin her appearance.
Evee had to be the strongest and fastest because if she wasn't she'd lose. It was a lot of pressure but it wasn't anything she hadn't become accustomed to thanks to her mother and father. Even though she wasn't in their lives anymore she still wanted to make her mother and father proud. The difference was she wanted to make herself proud first.
One day I'll be allowed to do whatever I want. I won't have to be perfect to feel loved. I'll do something great and I'll do it for myself.
You did little Evee. You did.
~On Camera~
“You talk about being the underdog because of choices you make and people looking down on you because of choices you make but I was the underdog in our match because of something I can't change; my biological build. I was the odd man out being the smallest in every way and I still made that win happen. Regardless of who took the pin I was impressive in every shape and way making it out with a win against two massive competitors. I was tossed in the wolves den and came out Alpha. Now what do you have to say BRADDOCK? Am I still a liar? Are you going to be the big man and admit you lost or act like a pussy and tell me it doesn't count because I didn't pin you?"
Toxicita smiles and pulls her face in closer to the fence. "Yeah, I know the type of coward you are BRADDOCK. You'll claim I didn't beat you but the truth is you couldn't measure up enough to stop me from winning. Am I pissed I have to beat you again? I'll admit a little bit because I can admit I can be a petty person and management is using this match to teach me a lesson which I don't like. But, on the flip side of that coin I can shut you up for good about how much talent you pretend is in your pinkie. I can rub this victory in your face and in Eric's face which makes this match all the worth my wild." She laughs into the fence. "This is the best management has or at least they think they have. Eric wants me to be a good girl and do what he says and to make me do it he pulls out the World Champion who's full of excuses. Excuses why he lost. Excuses why he CAN'T quit drinking. I proved once BRADDOCK isn't the best OCW has and I'll prove it again."
"Since I mentioned your drinking I'm going to bring it up one last time then drop it like I plan to do to you on the next showing of Battleground. I have a lot more that I can point out that's wrong with you and why you shouldn't be the face of this company outside of your bad habits outside of the ring. You're drinking just makes you an embarrassment as far as I'm concerned and casts a shadow on this company. Actually, take away the drinking and you're still an embarrassment to this company." Toxicita leans into the chain fence. "You'll take money over anything. If I offered you one million dollars on the spot right this minute for your championship you would lay on your back in a flat second like a cheap hooker looking for five buckets on the corner. You have no pride and no honor for the championship you carry and that makes this company look cheap." She shakes her head. "But aside from what you being a champion does for this company, let's talk about you being a champion and how you've only defended your championship one time. You beat Donnie Harris once then only weeks later beat him again to defend your championship and you want to brag? Didn’t even give the man a chance to recover from another match and you brag about beating him.” She shakes her head again. ”Some champ you are. Sorry meant chump. If management put my championship on the line every single week I'd defend with a smile. You'd crack under the pressure. Let me repeat that so you don't claim I called you a crackhead; You'd crack under the pressure. You're supposed to be the best of the best; creme de la creme. What you actually are is a poser who points with one finger but forgets he's got three pointing back at him."
Toxicita pushes off the fence and starts to walk dragging her hand against it. "I decided to make this place mine and to help it rise above other federations. I shouldered the weight of making this company better and will take the victories and losses of this company to heart. I can shoulder the pressure of becoming the face of this company while you slip into obscurity because you're too scared to do what I do. I'll own this company like I invested money in it. I'll make this place what what it needs to be; what is should be. You'll just stand in the middle of the ring and be happy as long as you get a paycheck each week. You don't give a damn about the place you're standing or where on the ladder you've been placed because you're so selfish you only give a damn about yourself. That makes you a cheap leader and a crap champion. I'm willing to cut deals and make ends meet regardless if management hates or loves me because that's what someone on top does. I don't need money, I have respect. I don't need an addiction because I have passion. I don't need the simple things you do BRADDOCK because I expect more from myself. I am more." She stops and turns toward the camera. "Call me a liar and I'll call you a fraud. You're a king sat on his throne of lies so it's funny to me you throw that word around like it carries weight coming from the shit hole you call a mouth. Set them up and knock them down BRADDOCK; That's what management did to you."
Later…
The following flashes on a black screen
A Message to OCW
Toxicita appears on a coach with white backdrop with the Fight4 championship on her shoulder.
"Last week on Battleground I wasn't allowed to speak but I refuse to be silenced. I came into OCW with a plan to better everyone and make the company one of the best by any means necessary. I put my body on the line every single week and I'm disrespected by Eric Drake interrupting me? Then I'm put in a match against BRADDOCK who I've made clear isn't fit to claim the title of being the best in the company which is another slap to my face. I'm doing what management isn't strong enough to do. If Brit doesn't want her employees to make a fool out of her she should start doing things herself because every person pointed power in this company has failed it. They failed it by fighting with talent. They failed with wrestlers who clearly didn't possess the talent, skill, or effort to be champions. The only time this company has had a backbone is when Eric decided to pull out his dick and interrupt me." Toxcitia crosses her legs and puts her hands on her knees. "You'll hate me for now and I'll take it because I can. At the end everyone in the company will be lining up to kiss my wrestling boots.” She smiles slyly. “I don’t need Nox or Zephyr to do my dirty work. I won the main event on my own and after what we did that was just to send a message without talking. This week you expect me to stand across from BRADDOCK and shake with fear. You expect the big bad Pitbull that you put a shiny golden collar on to rip me to shreds to teach me a lesson; Don’t bite the hand that feeds. That lesson is going to be turned around on you when I win and put your World Championship on the chopping block. You underestimate me. Most people do. Soon you’ll be thanking me.”
End