Post by Ariana Sears on Sept 27, 2021 3:52:14 GMT -5
I sit in the middle of the floor criss-cross style, looking at a picture of myself holding the tag team championship. The camera pans out and it shows a bare minimum apartment and my hair is in pony tails.
“It is hard to sustain a living situation when I still don’t have an agent and my former is holding my checks. I’m being forced to move soon because I can’t afford my own home despite working. No one has picked up my contract for new representation. I’m living basically out of a few totes and a box just to get by. Going to locker rooms at the arena is like a spa treatment to me lately. I don’t have much left but that is fine I can live day to day and month to month like this if need be. Until someone chooses to represent the Chaotic Princess I am just a survivor of circumstance.”
I rip the picture off the wall and the room really has next to nothing left.
“Jester thinks that I am okay and hasn’t even asked how things were going. After the show he was more concerned with the interview than me which was mildly annoying. Now while my own partner and I may not be on the same wave length that doesn’t mean we will fold under the pressure in our tag team match coming up against Rated M. I’m just ready to hurt anyone at this point. The only thing I have right now is the ability to fight and make others feel as abandoned as I do on this planet. The perky smiles or happy demonic chuckles that escaped with my drawn breath before are nothing but a distant memory. I am forged only in desire right now, the desire to prove a point to anyone that stands before me. Jester is just someone at my side now. Why should I show concern? My mental stasis is failing to a higher degree than what most human minds find conceivable. I will not squander the anger, the rage, the pain, the fury that has beaten me down until this day. I will use every ounce of it to prove my point.”
I stand up showing that I am wearing my wrestling attire that I don when teaming with Jester. I have my title wrapped around my waist and I go to stand in front of a mirror that hangs in the bathroom. My makeup is done up like Harley Quinn.
“I feel only readiness because what part of Ariana exists that should only exist? That part is the dark side, the rabid animal, the hungry vixen. I am turmoil that has taken form and will physically assault anyone to prove that point. Friends, Family, loved ones. None of that matter’s to me. We push our whole lives to try and find the pinnacle of no return and I am draped in that essence. My home is empty, my mind has snapped into instinct, and the world only looks like a puzzle where I’ll be the piece that fits where ever the hell it wants. I’ll let everyone bask in the revelation of my words because I do not plan to give up what I have less. The only way the title leaves is from the cold dead grip of my fingers!”
I punch the mirror over and over until my hand is bleeding from the knuckles and it is slightly shattered. I take the blood and smear it across my face as I smirk, I taste the blood with a soft lick of my hand reading myself for destruction and chaos.
“It is hard to sustain a living situation when I still don’t have an agent and my former is holding my checks. I’m being forced to move soon because I can’t afford my own home despite working. No one has picked up my contract for new representation. I’m living basically out of a few totes and a box just to get by. Going to locker rooms at the arena is like a spa treatment to me lately. I don’t have much left but that is fine I can live day to day and month to month like this if need be. Until someone chooses to represent the Chaotic Princess I am just a survivor of circumstance.”
I rip the picture off the wall and the room really has next to nothing left.
“Jester thinks that I am okay and hasn’t even asked how things were going. After the show he was more concerned with the interview than me which was mildly annoying. Now while my own partner and I may not be on the same wave length that doesn’t mean we will fold under the pressure in our tag team match coming up against Rated M. I’m just ready to hurt anyone at this point. The only thing I have right now is the ability to fight and make others feel as abandoned as I do on this planet. The perky smiles or happy demonic chuckles that escaped with my drawn breath before are nothing but a distant memory. I am forged only in desire right now, the desire to prove a point to anyone that stands before me. Jester is just someone at my side now. Why should I show concern? My mental stasis is failing to a higher degree than what most human minds find conceivable. I will not squander the anger, the rage, the pain, the fury that has beaten me down until this day. I will use every ounce of it to prove my point.”
I stand up showing that I am wearing my wrestling attire that I don when teaming with Jester. I have my title wrapped around my waist and I go to stand in front of a mirror that hangs in the bathroom. My makeup is done up like Harley Quinn.
“I feel only readiness because what part of Ariana exists that should only exist? That part is the dark side, the rabid animal, the hungry vixen. I am turmoil that has taken form and will physically assault anyone to prove that point. Friends, Family, loved ones. None of that matter’s to me. We push our whole lives to try and find the pinnacle of no return and I am draped in that essence. My home is empty, my mind has snapped into instinct, and the world only looks like a puzzle where I’ll be the piece that fits where ever the hell it wants. I’ll let everyone bask in the revelation of my words because I do not plan to give up what I have less. The only way the title leaves is from the cold dead grip of my fingers!”
I punch the mirror over and over until my hand is bleeding from the knuckles and it is slightly shattered. I take the blood and smear it across my face as I smirk, I taste the blood with a soft lick of my hand reading myself for destruction and chaos.