I Quit...listening to everyone else
Oct 29, 2024 14:10:06 GMT -5
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Post by brooke on Oct 29, 2024 14:10:06 GMT -5
OOC Note: Trigger Warning
This promo contains mentions of body dysmorphia, self harm, and eating disorders. Enjoy this look into Brooke
Prologue:
Quitting is something Brooke Hernandez (mainly when she was Blakely) was used to. Her parents had put her down all her life and even though she was physically fit, she was never good enough. Wrestling was all she had it seemed lately. Her parents were dead but the effects of their words lived on.
Scene 1
Chronic Pain of Self
Cameras : Off
I looked in the mirror as my bikini seemed painted onto my thin frame. No matter how much weight I lost I still saw that chunky elementary school kid. I still saw the whole reason why I hated myself to this day. Gee, thanks mom and dad. Rosa walked in as she looked at me.
’Damn baby. Look at you!”
She cat called as she hugged me close from behind, her loving arms around my waist. I cried a bit, tears of happiness for the first time in my life. She made me feel like I could do no wrong. I knew I wasn't perfect but in her eyes I could do no wrong. I smiled lightly trying to hide my inner feelings of defeat. She saw right through it. I ran my hand along a scar at the bottom of my stomach. She knelt down in front of me kissing the scar.
”Baby, have I ever told you how beautiful you and your scars are? They give you character and they tell your story. You've been through rough times. You have always survived because you're a fighter and will never surrender. You will never quit.”
With the I Quit match with Khloe looming those words from Rosa meant a lot. The words of my father ran throughout my head.
Flashback
Ten Years Ago
Herman Blakely looked at me, his daughter, who was twelve years old. He poked my stomach.
”How do you expect to stay in gymnastics when you keep putting on weight.”
I smiled weakly though inside I was crying. Not going to show weakness to him. He walked out. I locked the door behind him as I grabbed the knife in front of me and drove it into my stomach. I ripped at the flesh as I let it out. I sobbed as I drove the knife in again and again. I fell to the ground and sobbed as we transitioned back to the present day.
Present Day
Rosa knew my story. She knew I hated myself. Tears flowed down my bronzed cheek as Rosa kissed my eyes.
”Baby, he is gone. He can't mess with you anymore.”
I nodded as I began sucking my stomach in. I turned and looked at my ass in the mirror and proceeded to punch the mirror. Truth be told I hated myself. The blood poured from my hand. Rosa rushed off to get gauze as I dropped to the ground crying. She came back and wrapped my hand up. She kissed the now bandaged right hand. She looked at me as I cried harder.
”He's gone physically but his words still longer. When I'm on the road i dont eat for days sometimes because I feel like I'm too fat. I feel like my tits are too small and my butt is too flat. I don’t fit into the societal definitions of beautiful. I am nothing.”
Rosa stopped me mid thought.
”Fuck society. You are perfect for me. You are someone who, quite frankly, is flexible as hell and gorgeous as all get out. From that first night we facetimed after Zoe introduced us, its always been you. You’re a great wife, an amazing mother, and a hell of a wrestler. Canada and Khloe Cox will realize that this week.”
I smiled a bit between tears as Rosa continued.
”I need to go get Aerilyn from mom and dad's. Will you be OK if I leave? No more hurting yourself?”
I nodded as Rosa helped me up and to the bed. She laid me down, tucked me in, and kissed my forehead. She put a movie on for me. I finally spoke up.
”Rosa, mi amor? I love you.”
She smiled wider.
”I love you too, my Dictator.”
Sbe closed the blackout curtains and headed out the door.
Scene 2 :
My Ring, My Rules
Cameras : On
Too many times we have to be the person who waits. Waits to be relevant. Waits to be popular. Waits to get good things. The fact of the matter is that is where I am at in my career. I had gone away with injury for a bit. In that time the landscape of the EPW had changed. More on that in a bit.
I sat on the chair stirring the white cream and protein powder into my coffee as I took in the silence. Rosa and Aerilyn were visiting my in laws and I stayed behind to prepare for my I Quit battle on Danger. Khloe Cox was no slouch. She had something I wanted.
”Gold. It's what we all in this business chase after. It's what we all have. It's what you have Khloe. You see this is all began because you got jealous that my commercial for an energy drink had me in a bikini. What's wrong, Khloe? Jealous much? You see my body and you quiver in envy. Gold isn't the only color you have on. Green is not very flattering on you. I know I'm young and hot and that can be too much for some to handle. Yet you asked for this. You could have minded your own business and never been on my radar. You see, I have friends in high places. The EPW World Champion, Donnie Harris, is one of my best friends. I could have tried to go after him. I could have tried to chase the Revival Title. You inserted yourself into my sights.”
I took a sip of the hot coffee as I closed my hazel, almost anime-esque eyes close as I savor the flavor. I smacked my lips a bit as I looked into the camera again. It zoomed in on my eyes as they opened, my long lashes separating slowly. I spoke again.
”Look into my eyes, Miss Cox. What do you see? I hope you see how serious I am taking this match up. I know wrestlers like you. The overly confident, belt wielding, psychopath. I call it JMont Syndrome. You are a narcissistic bitch who simply sees her own accomplishments and overlooks the accomplishments of others. I am a former champion myself. I came here with SYNN. For too long I was a shadow. I am myself now and you should be scared. I am the Dictator in more than just name. I am going to use force to take over EPW. That force begins by making you say those two words… I Quit! You will cry out to the referee as I give you more than you've ever seen. I will push you to your limits and break your fucking spirit. Quite simply, Khloe, I am more than capable of ending your career but maybe I will spare that. Maybe I want an opportunity at the gold you hold so dear. I hope Britlyn can take a break from her gangbang of a faction to see that it is well beyond time for me to be a champion in this company. Now is the age of Hernandez and no one, not even Khloe Cox can stop that from happening.
I finished off my coffee as I stood up. I walked over to a wall. It is adorned with photos of people from my past in wrestling and in life. I ran my hand along the photos ranging from photos of Marisol Vilaro to my parents, to SYNN. I laughed as I looked down, my ruby painted lips parting slightly as I began to speak.
”Look at how far I've come. I did the Vilaro System and that helped shape me. I listened to my parents and their shitty religious views. Then I embraced the darkness that SYNN revealed to me and I got lost. The answer is I have to take snippets of what I have learned along the way and become the Dictator that I know I am. It is far beyond time for me to embrace myself and not the vision others have for me. It is time I rule with an iron fist. Khloe, what do you bring to this match that will be any different than what Destiny Michaels brings? What makes your skills any better than Midnight Rose who I took the OCW Paradigm Title from? What makes you good enough to beat me? From what I've seen of you, you are a run of the mill Regina George wanna be. You are not anything special, Khloe. You are a mean girl wanna be in a sea of mean girls. You don't stand out. You aren't special. You are a walking stereotype. You are, for lack of better words, a carbon copy made in a wrestling factory. You think you are special yet you bring the same tired Schick. I am special. I am a proud bisexual woman who has broken free of the grasps of organized religion. I am an athlete and have been all my life. I am a model. I am a spokesperson. I am better…than…you. I am not scared of you, Khloe. The rumblings I've heard backstage shows you're scared of me. You fear the changing tides that I bring to this business. You fear change, Khloe. You want things to stay the same. You crave predictability and when a wrench gets thrown into the machine or a cog is moved even an inch. You run your mouth and you try to intimidate and scare others. You can't scare me. You can't intimidate me. The fact is I don't fear losing. You do. You have to lean against your wins and accolades to make you have self worth. You don't respect yourself without needing outside praise and feelings of accomplishment. I look at what I have and how far I've come. I don't need gold to define me. Does it look good around my pretty petite waist? Yes, it does. Do I need it to make me successful? No, I do not. That is the difference between me and you, Khloe. Danger is more than the name of the show we are competing on. Danger is what your career will have to define it once you say those dreaded words…
I..
Quit.”
I walked off. I had said all I needed to say and I went to my room to get ready for the day.
Epilogue:
Everything Brooke Hernandez wanted to quit, she was reminded what she had to fight for. For her it wasn't about wins and loses. It wasn't about championships or accolades. It was about making Rosa and Aerilyn proud. Win or lose she always had a trophy in her family and that was all she truly needed to be successful. As Danger approached she was preparing to make Khloe Cox quit or quit herself. Her own stupidity had already put her at a disadvantage as she had hurt her hand. Would she be able to keep Khloe down? Only time would tell.
This promo contains mentions of body dysmorphia, self harm, and eating disorders. Enjoy this look into Brooke
Prologue:
Quitting is something Brooke Hernandez (mainly when she was Blakely) was used to. Her parents had put her down all her life and even though she was physically fit, she was never good enough. Wrestling was all she had it seemed lately. Her parents were dead but the effects of their words lived on.
Scene 1
Chronic Pain of Self
Cameras : Off
I looked in the mirror as my bikini seemed painted onto my thin frame. No matter how much weight I lost I still saw that chunky elementary school kid. I still saw the whole reason why I hated myself to this day. Gee, thanks mom and dad. Rosa walked in as she looked at me.
’Damn baby. Look at you!”
She cat called as she hugged me close from behind, her loving arms around my waist. I cried a bit, tears of happiness for the first time in my life. She made me feel like I could do no wrong. I knew I wasn't perfect but in her eyes I could do no wrong. I smiled lightly trying to hide my inner feelings of defeat. She saw right through it. I ran my hand along a scar at the bottom of my stomach. She knelt down in front of me kissing the scar.
”Baby, have I ever told you how beautiful you and your scars are? They give you character and they tell your story. You've been through rough times. You have always survived because you're a fighter and will never surrender. You will never quit.”
With the I Quit match with Khloe looming those words from Rosa meant a lot. The words of my father ran throughout my head.
Flashback
Ten Years Ago
Herman Blakely looked at me, his daughter, who was twelve years old. He poked my stomach.
”How do you expect to stay in gymnastics when you keep putting on weight.”
I smiled weakly though inside I was crying. Not going to show weakness to him. He walked out. I locked the door behind him as I grabbed the knife in front of me and drove it into my stomach. I ripped at the flesh as I let it out. I sobbed as I drove the knife in again and again. I fell to the ground and sobbed as we transitioned back to the present day.
Present Day
Rosa knew my story. She knew I hated myself. Tears flowed down my bronzed cheek as Rosa kissed my eyes.
”Baby, he is gone. He can't mess with you anymore.”
I nodded as I began sucking my stomach in. I turned and looked at my ass in the mirror and proceeded to punch the mirror. Truth be told I hated myself. The blood poured from my hand. Rosa rushed off to get gauze as I dropped to the ground crying. She came back and wrapped my hand up. She kissed the now bandaged right hand. She looked at me as I cried harder.
”He's gone physically but his words still longer. When I'm on the road i dont eat for days sometimes because I feel like I'm too fat. I feel like my tits are too small and my butt is too flat. I don’t fit into the societal definitions of beautiful. I am nothing.”
Rosa stopped me mid thought.
”Fuck society. You are perfect for me. You are someone who, quite frankly, is flexible as hell and gorgeous as all get out. From that first night we facetimed after Zoe introduced us, its always been you. You’re a great wife, an amazing mother, and a hell of a wrestler. Canada and Khloe Cox will realize that this week.”
I smiled a bit between tears as Rosa continued.
”I need to go get Aerilyn from mom and dad's. Will you be OK if I leave? No more hurting yourself?”
I nodded as Rosa helped me up and to the bed. She laid me down, tucked me in, and kissed my forehead. She put a movie on for me. I finally spoke up.
”Rosa, mi amor? I love you.”
She smiled wider.
”I love you too, my Dictator.”
Sbe closed the blackout curtains and headed out the door.
Scene 2 :
My Ring, My Rules
Cameras : On
Too many times we have to be the person who waits. Waits to be relevant. Waits to be popular. Waits to get good things. The fact of the matter is that is where I am at in my career. I had gone away with injury for a bit. In that time the landscape of the EPW had changed. More on that in a bit.
I sat on the chair stirring the white cream and protein powder into my coffee as I took in the silence. Rosa and Aerilyn were visiting my in laws and I stayed behind to prepare for my I Quit battle on Danger. Khloe Cox was no slouch. She had something I wanted.
”Gold. It's what we all in this business chase after. It's what we all have. It's what you have Khloe. You see this is all began because you got jealous that my commercial for an energy drink had me in a bikini. What's wrong, Khloe? Jealous much? You see my body and you quiver in envy. Gold isn't the only color you have on. Green is not very flattering on you. I know I'm young and hot and that can be too much for some to handle. Yet you asked for this. You could have minded your own business and never been on my radar. You see, I have friends in high places. The EPW World Champion, Donnie Harris, is one of my best friends. I could have tried to go after him. I could have tried to chase the Revival Title. You inserted yourself into my sights.”
I took a sip of the hot coffee as I closed my hazel, almost anime-esque eyes close as I savor the flavor. I smacked my lips a bit as I looked into the camera again. It zoomed in on my eyes as they opened, my long lashes separating slowly. I spoke again.
”Look into my eyes, Miss Cox. What do you see? I hope you see how serious I am taking this match up. I know wrestlers like you. The overly confident, belt wielding, psychopath. I call it JMont Syndrome. You are a narcissistic bitch who simply sees her own accomplishments and overlooks the accomplishments of others. I am a former champion myself. I came here with SYNN. For too long I was a shadow. I am myself now and you should be scared. I am the Dictator in more than just name. I am going to use force to take over EPW. That force begins by making you say those two words… I Quit! You will cry out to the referee as I give you more than you've ever seen. I will push you to your limits and break your fucking spirit. Quite simply, Khloe, I am more than capable of ending your career but maybe I will spare that. Maybe I want an opportunity at the gold you hold so dear. I hope Britlyn can take a break from her gangbang of a faction to see that it is well beyond time for me to be a champion in this company. Now is the age of Hernandez and no one, not even Khloe Cox can stop that from happening.
I finished off my coffee as I stood up. I walked over to a wall. It is adorned with photos of people from my past in wrestling and in life. I ran my hand along the photos ranging from photos of Marisol Vilaro to my parents, to SYNN. I laughed as I looked down, my ruby painted lips parting slightly as I began to speak.
”Look at how far I've come. I did the Vilaro System and that helped shape me. I listened to my parents and their shitty religious views. Then I embraced the darkness that SYNN revealed to me and I got lost. The answer is I have to take snippets of what I have learned along the way and become the Dictator that I know I am. It is far beyond time for me to embrace myself and not the vision others have for me. It is time I rule with an iron fist. Khloe, what do you bring to this match that will be any different than what Destiny Michaels brings? What makes your skills any better than Midnight Rose who I took the OCW Paradigm Title from? What makes you good enough to beat me? From what I've seen of you, you are a run of the mill Regina George wanna be. You are not anything special, Khloe. You are a mean girl wanna be in a sea of mean girls. You don't stand out. You aren't special. You are a walking stereotype. You are, for lack of better words, a carbon copy made in a wrestling factory. You think you are special yet you bring the same tired Schick. I am special. I am a proud bisexual woman who has broken free of the grasps of organized religion. I am an athlete and have been all my life. I am a model. I am a spokesperson. I am better…than…you. I am not scared of you, Khloe. The rumblings I've heard backstage shows you're scared of me. You fear the changing tides that I bring to this business. You fear change, Khloe. You want things to stay the same. You crave predictability and when a wrench gets thrown into the machine or a cog is moved even an inch. You run your mouth and you try to intimidate and scare others. You can't scare me. You can't intimidate me. The fact is I don't fear losing. You do. You have to lean against your wins and accolades to make you have self worth. You don't respect yourself without needing outside praise and feelings of accomplishment. I look at what I have and how far I've come. I don't need gold to define me. Does it look good around my pretty petite waist? Yes, it does. Do I need it to make me successful? No, I do not. That is the difference between me and you, Khloe. Danger is more than the name of the show we are competing on. Danger is what your career will have to define it once you say those dreaded words…
I..
Quit.”
I walked off. I had said all I needed to say and I went to my room to get ready for the day.
Epilogue:
Everything Brooke Hernandez wanted to quit, she was reminded what she had to fight for. For her it wasn't about wins and loses. It wasn't about championships or accolades. It was about making Rosa and Aerilyn proud. Win or lose she always had a trophy in her family and that was all she truly needed to be successful. As Danger approached she was preparing to make Khloe Cox quit or quit herself. Her own stupidity had already put her at a disadvantage as she had hurt her hand. Would she be able to keep Khloe down? Only time would tell.