Post by brooke on Nov 19, 2024 22:52:00 GMT -5
Prologue :
Brooke Hernandez was reenergized in the wrestling business. Aside from one little hiccup against Shawn Savage, she was unblemished since her return. She even had a win over Khloe Cox when no one gave her a chance. She was prepared to take on the world.
Scene 1
The Struggle Within
Cameras : OFF
I laid on the bed in the dark as my mind rambled.
”You're not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not strong enough. You'll never truly amount to anything. Your dad was right you should have killed yourself while you had the chance.”
I let out a scream as I pulled at my platinum blonde hair. I ripped a huge chunk out as Rosa rushed to my side. She pulled me into her arms as she cleaned the hair from between my slender fingers. Blood ran down my hand as she looked at my scalp. She ran to the bathroom and returned with a wash cloth and some alcohol. She dabbed the alcohol on my bloody scalp. I looked down, embarrassed by my actions. Lately the voices in my head had begun getting to me more and more as I broke down crying. Rosa wrapped my hair up under a towel as she kissed my forehead.
”Babe. Seriously you need to go to therapy. Its getting to be too much for you. I don't know if it's being married, motherhood, being back in wrestling or what the cause may be. Just know that I am here for you and I love you.”
I nodded, unable to speak. I just leaned into her crying loudly. Luckily my friend Jessie had taken Aerilyn for the night and she didn't have to see me like this. I took a deep breath and went to speak but stopped myself. I couldn't say a word. My heart hurt too bad. I just stared at her blankly. After a few minutes, she spoke again. Almost as if she could just feel it.
”I know you are having it rough and I know I've added to it. I just don't know how to help you besides giving you resources.”
I nodded as I finally was able to respond.
”Babe, I do appreciate you trying to help. When I was seventeen, just months before I was slated to head to LSU, dad forced me into a center. He thought by sending me away he could be rid of me without me going to college and living a life of sin. He knew a lot of my friends were gay and bisexual. He thought he was protecting me but all he was doing was fucking me up beyond repair mentally. I'm this bad because of him and he is dead and can't even atone for it.”
I rubbed the still fresh wound on my wrist. Rosa grabbed my hand and kissed my wrist as I sobbed a bit.
”Rosa, I'm sorry I broke my promise to you. It was a moment of weakness. I promise I'm gonna work harder at stopping again. It had been over a year since the last time. Thoughts of him, my mom, worrying I'm a terrible mom. It was all too much.”
She kissed me again. She looked me in my eyes as she took my hands in hers. She smiled as she spoke with sincerity and honesty.
”It's ok. I forgive you. You have me scared but I know that together we can get through anything. You came into my life at one of my lowest points. Zoe knew we needed each other and look at us now from the tabloids to the altar and everything in between it's been you and me. Together. Doing it all. Seeing it all. Beating all the odds together.”
I smiled as I looked at her. I spoke in a hushed tone.
”I will go to therapy. For you. For us. For Aerilyn.”
She interjected.
”Do it for you.”
We kissed again as the words “Do it for you” echoed in my head and the scene faded to black.
Scene 2
Moves Like Jagger (only Better)
Cameras : ON
I smirked as I looked into the camera. I had been working out preparing for my next win against Jax Jagger. I sat on the bench as I downed some water followed by a protein shake. I looked into the camera as I rubbed my still wounded, but bandaged, wrist.
”I feel your pain Jax. Sometimes people like us, who have overcome the odds, start to question ourselves. When Collosus injured my back no one ever thought I'd be the same again. At first, they were right. I tried to use faux voodoo to come back sooner rather than later. I forced myself back into the ring before I was ready…”
I froze for a moment as my head dropped.
”... and I lost. I lost time and time again. I wasn't ready, the faux voodoo woman had made me think I was ready. Now.. I know I'm ready. I prove it with every single victory, with every single match. With every single breath I take. I bust my ass and soon it will show as I take my place among the upper echelon of EPW. I will soon be mentioned in the same breath as Alexandra Callaway and Donnie Harris. When I came to this company, I was a rookie champion riding high and as soon as I blinked I came crashing down with Alexandra on top of me. She beat me and I can admit that. The question, Jagger, is will you admit that I beat you? Will you shake my hand and admit I was the better wrestler. Will you admit I AM the better wrestler? Your pride will be hurt but, I have faith in you Jagger. I have faith that your good guy image is more than a persona and that, my friend, will be your downfall. Being overly nice and good will be your own personal hell on earth. I wanted everyone to like me, I truly did. Then, my father locked me away from the world, the careless asshole he was. As the days went by I began etching them into the wall.”
I grabbed a knife and dug it into the locker room wall. I made a straight line down.
”One day down. A day lost but a lesson gained. That first lesson was the hardest pill to swallow. The fact that you can't please everybody, hell, you can't even please a majority of people. You want to make everyone your friend like you're Mister Fucking Rogers.Roger's. Newsflash, I hate Fred. He came off as creepy and ped…”
I stopped myself as I refused to utter the rest of that word.
”Well, you get the point. Overly friendly comes off as creepy and tasteless.”
I dragged the knife down the wall making a second tally.
”Day two! I learned that when you are locked up, people stop caring so much. Even my mother, my best friend, refused go come see me. Well it was probably my jackass father's choice but still she didn't try. She gave up on me so why shouldn't I give up on myself?”
I dragged the knife down the wall again as it squealed annoyingly.
”Day three. I decided to live for me and it was the best damn decision I ever made. No more would I please others. I graduated high school with honors and got a full ride scholarship to Louisiana State University on a gymnastics scholarship. I was the center of attention and I loved the spotlight. When I turned to wrestling in OCW the spotlight got hotter and I could tell I was destined for greatness as I won the Paradigm Title. Now, here in EPW it is time for me to continue building my legacy. I will use all my moves to beat you Jagger and it will be oh so sweet when I pin your shoulders to the ground. You will be glad it is over and I will be on my way to bigger and better things leaving you in the rearview. Have fun while you can. This is a party for one and it's not you.”
I stuck the knife deep into the wall as the camera panned out to show an effigy of Jax Jagger with the knife stuck through his chest where his heart would be. The three tallies were on his forehead and red paint oozed down like blood as the scene faded out and my laugh was all that was left.
Epilogue :
Present will one day become past so Brooke Hernandez had decided to live in the moment. No more looking toward the future but taking each match one at a time. Entrance by entrance. Victory by victory. Seems she had finally settled into the fear SYNN told her to embrace. The fear was the fear of herself. She feared not being liked. Now, she couldn't care less. She was out to please herself. If people cheered her, great, if they booed her, great. She was in it for the victories and for the titles. It was time she got back into the title hunt. It began with Destiny Michaels and spread to Khloe Cox. It scared Help_Desk on Halloween and now it was time to show Jax Jagger that it was no more Mister Nice Guy and hello to the Dictator.
Brooke Hernandez was reenergized in the wrestling business. Aside from one little hiccup against Shawn Savage, she was unblemished since her return. She even had a win over Khloe Cox when no one gave her a chance. She was prepared to take on the world.
Scene 1
The Struggle Within
Cameras : OFF
I laid on the bed in the dark as my mind rambled.
”You're not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not strong enough. You'll never truly amount to anything. Your dad was right you should have killed yourself while you had the chance.”
I let out a scream as I pulled at my platinum blonde hair. I ripped a huge chunk out as Rosa rushed to my side. She pulled me into her arms as she cleaned the hair from between my slender fingers. Blood ran down my hand as she looked at my scalp. She ran to the bathroom and returned with a wash cloth and some alcohol. She dabbed the alcohol on my bloody scalp. I looked down, embarrassed by my actions. Lately the voices in my head had begun getting to me more and more as I broke down crying. Rosa wrapped my hair up under a towel as she kissed my forehead.
”Babe. Seriously you need to go to therapy. Its getting to be too much for you. I don't know if it's being married, motherhood, being back in wrestling or what the cause may be. Just know that I am here for you and I love you.”
I nodded, unable to speak. I just leaned into her crying loudly. Luckily my friend Jessie had taken Aerilyn for the night and she didn't have to see me like this. I took a deep breath and went to speak but stopped myself. I couldn't say a word. My heart hurt too bad. I just stared at her blankly. After a few minutes, she spoke again. Almost as if she could just feel it.
”I know you are having it rough and I know I've added to it. I just don't know how to help you besides giving you resources.”
I nodded as I finally was able to respond.
”Babe, I do appreciate you trying to help. When I was seventeen, just months before I was slated to head to LSU, dad forced me into a center. He thought by sending me away he could be rid of me without me going to college and living a life of sin. He knew a lot of my friends were gay and bisexual. He thought he was protecting me but all he was doing was fucking me up beyond repair mentally. I'm this bad because of him and he is dead and can't even atone for it.”
I rubbed the still fresh wound on my wrist. Rosa grabbed my hand and kissed my wrist as I sobbed a bit.
”Rosa, I'm sorry I broke my promise to you. It was a moment of weakness. I promise I'm gonna work harder at stopping again. It had been over a year since the last time. Thoughts of him, my mom, worrying I'm a terrible mom. It was all too much.”
She kissed me again. She looked me in my eyes as she took my hands in hers. She smiled as she spoke with sincerity and honesty.
”It's ok. I forgive you. You have me scared but I know that together we can get through anything. You came into my life at one of my lowest points. Zoe knew we needed each other and look at us now from the tabloids to the altar and everything in between it's been you and me. Together. Doing it all. Seeing it all. Beating all the odds together.”
I smiled as I looked at her. I spoke in a hushed tone.
”I will go to therapy. For you. For us. For Aerilyn.”
She interjected.
”Do it for you.”
We kissed again as the words “Do it for you” echoed in my head and the scene faded to black.
Scene 2
Moves Like Jagger (only Better)
Cameras : ON
I smirked as I looked into the camera. I had been working out preparing for my next win against Jax Jagger. I sat on the bench as I downed some water followed by a protein shake. I looked into the camera as I rubbed my still wounded, but bandaged, wrist.
”I feel your pain Jax. Sometimes people like us, who have overcome the odds, start to question ourselves. When Collosus injured my back no one ever thought I'd be the same again. At first, they were right. I tried to use faux voodoo to come back sooner rather than later. I forced myself back into the ring before I was ready…”
I froze for a moment as my head dropped.
”... and I lost. I lost time and time again. I wasn't ready, the faux voodoo woman had made me think I was ready. Now.. I know I'm ready. I prove it with every single victory, with every single match. With every single breath I take. I bust my ass and soon it will show as I take my place among the upper echelon of EPW. I will soon be mentioned in the same breath as Alexandra Callaway and Donnie Harris. When I came to this company, I was a rookie champion riding high and as soon as I blinked I came crashing down with Alexandra on top of me. She beat me and I can admit that. The question, Jagger, is will you admit that I beat you? Will you shake my hand and admit I was the better wrestler. Will you admit I AM the better wrestler? Your pride will be hurt but, I have faith in you Jagger. I have faith that your good guy image is more than a persona and that, my friend, will be your downfall. Being overly nice and good will be your own personal hell on earth. I wanted everyone to like me, I truly did. Then, my father locked me away from the world, the careless asshole he was. As the days went by I began etching them into the wall.”
I grabbed a knife and dug it into the locker room wall. I made a straight line down.
”One day down. A day lost but a lesson gained. That first lesson was the hardest pill to swallow. The fact that you can't please everybody, hell, you can't even please a majority of people. You want to make everyone your friend like you're Mister Fucking Rogers.Roger's. Newsflash, I hate Fred. He came off as creepy and ped…”
I stopped myself as I refused to utter the rest of that word.
”Well, you get the point. Overly friendly comes off as creepy and tasteless.”
I dragged the knife down the wall making a second tally.
”Day two! I learned that when you are locked up, people stop caring so much. Even my mother, my best friend, refused go come see me. Well it was probably my jackass father's choice but still she didn't try. She gave up on me so why shouldn't I give up on myself?”
I dragged the knife down the wall again as it squealed annoyingly.
”Day three. I decided to live for me and it was the best damn decision I ever made. No more would I please others. I graduated high school with honors and got a full ride scholarship to Louisiana State University on a gymnastics scholarship. I was the center of attention and I loved the spotlight. When I turned to wrestling in OCW the spotlight got hotter and I could tell I was destined for greatness as I won the Paradigm Title. Now, here in EPW it is time for me to continue building my legacy. I will use all my moves to beat you Jagger and it will be oh so sweet when I pin your shoulders to the ground. You will be glad it is over and I will be on my way to bigger and better things leaving you in the rearview. Have fun while you can. This is a party for one and it's not you.”
I stuck the knife deep into the wall as the camera panned out to show an effigy of Jax Jagger with the knife stuck through his chest where his heart would be. The three tallies were on his forehead and red paint oozed down like blood as the scene faded out and my laugh was all that was left.
Epilogue :
Present will one day become past so Brooke Hernandez had decided to live in the moment. No more looking toward the future but taking each match one at a time. Entrance by entrance. Victory by victory. Seems she had finally settled into the fear SYNN told her to embrace. The fear was the fear of herself. She feared not being liked. Now, she couldn't care less. She was out to please herself. If people cheered her, great, if they booed her, great. She was in it for the victories and for the titles. It was time she got back into the title hunt. It began with Destiny Michaels and spread to Khloe Cox. It scared Help_Desk on Halloween and now it was time to show Jax Jagger that it was no more Mister Nice Guy and hello to the Dictator.