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Post by .:|Gwen Rose|:. on Apr 11, 2007 18:03:54 GMT -5
In My Shoes Chapter XI
“Do you know where these guys live?” Alex asked, behind the wheel of his car, Stacy sat in the passenger seat, fiddling her fingers in an attempt to not try and pace while inside of the car.
“Off on Elm,” Stacy said, biting her lip.
“Why would these guys want to get back at her so bad?” Chet asked.
“They all tried to sleep with her, and then found out her secret,” Stacy explained.
“So, they didn’t take it too well when she told them?” Chet asked.
“She didn’t tell them. They held her down and took off her pants, and explored for themselves,” Stacy said.
Chet remembered what he had done to Gwen when she revealed her secret. He held her down and pulled down her pants. He was just as bad as they were!
“Point it out to me,” Alex asked.
“There,” Stacy said, pointing out the window towards a small house.
They pulled in the driveway, and walked up to the door, and knocked on it. But there was no answer.
“Are you lookin’ for the boys?” A man standing on his porch next door asked.
“Yeah,” Chet said. “Do you know where they are?”
“They said they were heading over to Johnny’s Ma’s house to meet a friend,” The man said. Stacy, Alex and Chet all looked at each other.
“Do you know where the house is?” Alex asked.
“That old Victorian on Chestshire,” The man said.
“Okay, thanks,” Chet said, as they ran to the car.
Life will never be the same as it was again Life will never be the same as it was again Through my anger and my joy, my tears and pain Life will never be the same as it was again Sun go east, sun go west Will I wear a medal again
“Eddie... he doesn’t seem like the other boys,” my Aunt Imelda said to my Mother, as they stood behind the fence, while me and my cousins played Baseball. We had voted on what game to play, the three girls and I all voted for house. The 4 boys and my sister said Baseball. So, here we were, playing baseball, my uncle David attempting to show me how to hit a Baseball. I hated it. Detested it.
“He’s fine. Chita didn’t want to play house,” My Mother pointed out.
“Yeah, but she’s a tomboy. I’ve heard of tomboys. But, I never heard of a tomgirl,” Imelda pointed out.
“He’s fine,” My Mother defended.
“Maybe he’s gay?” Imelda asked.
“Stop it!” My Mother said. “Eddie is just Eddie.”
Sun go east, sun go west Sun go east, sun go west You used to say love and be loved all the time 'Til you discovered feelings were a failure sign When it rains, it rains so hard The tears begin to show
Alex, Chet and Stacy pulled up to the large Victorian house on Chestshire, where the neighbor had told them the Stooges had gone. Chet had his hands squeezed together so tight that his fingers were turning white. They all hopped out of the car, and made a quick walk to the front door. Chet and Alex pushed Stacy behind, as they both pounded on the door.
“Hey!” Alex shouted. “Anybody in there?”
“Shit, who could it be?” I heard the whispers from outside of the room I was trapped in. Is it an arrant pizza boy? Or am I really being saved? Am I finally being saved? Tears continued to fall down my cheeks. I just didn’t know what else to do. What else COULD I do? I felt so helpless, so small. I hadn’t felt like this, since the day I got out of the hospital, after these guys beat me.
Now it's raining in my heart I want the world to know Life will never be the same as it was again Life will never be the same as it was again Through my anger and my joy, my tears and pain Life will never be the same as it was again
I probably looked my worst ever. I had stitches in the top of my head, and I was drugged up with the remnants of a morphine drip. Drip, drip, drip, Gweny feel goood. Not really, I thought that line sounded funny. Really, I was still in intense pain. I had almost died the week before. I still don’t know what happened completely. I had been outed, beaten and wound up in the hospital. Nothing at all had been enjoyable about my stay at the hospital. Every doctor I saw refused to call me Gwen, and the nurses gave me disgusted looks. They did their jobs, but, besides the daily visits from my Mother, family, and Stacy, I had been pretty much alone.
I had the TV. I hadn’t sat down and just watched TV in such a long time. It was amazing. I fell in love with Yes, Dear. It was such a funny show. And I remembered Mike O’Mally from Guts. Remember Guts? It was on Nickelodeon when I was a kid. Oh my gosh, I loved it so much.
It was amazing, I was so beaten up, and yet, the hospital staff treated me so coldly. Even the guy who brought those horrible meals was rude to me. I had nobody except the TV.
My injuries had been very numerous. I had a concussion when I arrived at the hospital, and I was being told that was why I couldn’t remember much after being struck with the frying pan. I had also numerous cuts on my face, and a large enough gash on my forehead that I had stitches in my head. I had welts around my neck that indicated at some point they tried to strangle me.
I didn’t sleep well one night in the hospital. I would nod out, and as soon as I did, a nightmare would wake me.
I had a cast on my right leg, because some time during the fracas I had fractured my ankle. Which made everything that much more enjoyable?
My Mother pushed the wheel chair out of the door. The Nurse had said she had to, but I begged her to let my Mother do it, and she did. Thankfully. She helped me up, as she supported my weight into the passenger side of the car. As soon as the door closed I leaned my head against the glass and fell asleep.
Beneath the sea of Hollywood where Frances used to reign They trade their deepest wishes for a part in someone's game Spirits die alone at night For life they cannot hold I would rather dance with you Than have a medal to show
The door opened and one of the men, Jose, as Stacy remembered him.
“Can I help you?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Chet said. “I think my girlfriend might be here, and I think she needs a ride.”
“Nah, dude,” Jose said. “Only me and my friends are here. And we’re just hanging out having some drinks.”
In a flash, Chet had him by the collar of his shirt.
“Look, you worthless piece of shit,” He was inches from Jose’s face. “I know Gwen is here. You’re going to let me have her. Got it?”
To the naked eye, Jose looked scared, but that was just because he was reaching down to his cell phone. He pressed a button, which made Johnny’s phone chirp. Johnny grabbed a gun. Nobody was sure why he had brought the gun. Was he going to kill me? I didn’t know. Honestly, I didn’t even know he had it. I didn’t even know who was here.
Chet made his way inside, as Jose walked with him. Alex and Stacy followed. He made his way into the living room, as Johnny stayed in the shadow at the landing of the stairs. Once Chet was in position, Jose did his part of the plan:
“Hey!” he yelled. Chet turned as Johnny stepped out from the shadows and aimed.
“Chet!” Stacy yelled. I heard all of this from inside of the room.
A gunshot went off. “Oh my god!” I heard Stacy yell out. What had happened?
Sun go east, sun go west We can dance and bring on the rain Now I say love for love, not a space in time The strangest things can shatter kings and take away what's mine When it's raining in my heart I want the world to know I would rather dance with you Than have a medal to show
I heard them frantically unlocking the several locks that had been put in place on the door. The Stooges had obviously not wanted me to get out of the room. The door finally opened, and Stacy used her hand to tell me to come with her.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Chet’s hurt,” was all she said. The color dropped out of my face, as we made our way down the steps. The paramedics were already there, and I tried to run over and see what was going on.
“Miss, stand back,” One of the paramedics said to me, as I tried to rush over and get to Chet.
“I’m his girlfriend,” I said, looking up into the paramedics eyes, pleading. He looked into my eyes and sighed.
“It...it’s not pretty,” The paramedic said.
“I’ve seen ‘not pretty,’ ”I said, as I made my way past him. He was right. It wasn’t pretty at all. Chet was face down on the ground, the back of his letter jacket, the jacket he was so very proud of, was stained in blood. The paramedic reached under him, and rolled him over. He was breathing, but he wasn’t conscious.
I ran over, and kneeled down.
“Chet?” I asked, tears beginning to form in my eyes.
His eyes fluttered, and opened just a crack. “Gwen?” his voice rasped.
“Yes, baby?” I asked, kneeling down, and grabbing his hand.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get them. I’m so..so..sorry,” He said, his eyes closing. I began to sob. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Stacy grabbed my arm.
“Come on, hun,” She aid, pulling me away. My head fell onto her arm, and I cried more. She led me away.
“Hey, kiddo,” Alex said softly, once we were outside.
I looked up at him, and just cried more.
Don't cut out my paper heart, I ain't dyin' anyway Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars Sippin' lemon yellow booze 'ole' leadbelly sings the blues All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin' anyway
“Ma’am?” A Voice said, waking me from my slumber. I lifted my head off of my arm, which had been rested on Chet’s hospital bed. I brushed my hair out of my face and rubbed my eyes.
“Hm?” I hummed in response. Not my greatest response ever.
“Ma’am,” The woman’;s voice said again.
“Gwen,”I corrected her, the fog of my sleep starting to clear, and my reason for being in the hospital coming back to me, as I remembered what the beeping in the background was. Chet’s heartbeat.
“Gwen,” The Nurse said, and smiled. “Hon, it’s four in the morning. Don’t you have a family to go home to?”
“I have to stay with him,” I said.
“Hon, he’s just gonna be laying here for quite a while. Do you have a cell phone?” The Nurse asked. I nodded. “Well, how about you write the number down, and I’ll call you if any thing changes.”
She handed me a piece of paper, and I scribbled my number down.
“You promise you will call?” I asked.
“Yes, hon,” She said, smiling.
“No matter what? Even the smallest change?”
“Yes, now you, go home and get something to eat, and take a shower and sleep!” The Nurse laughed.
I looked back, with one last glance in Chet’s direction. His chest rose and fell with each breath. He looked so peaceful. Except the wires attached to him. The beeping, the beeping which indicated he was still alive. The beeps that had peacefully sung me to sleep, as I laid there, hoping he would make it through the night, because that meant his chances of living would hop up, like, 20 percent.
I picked up my cell phone, and dialed Stacy’s number.
Fake the heat and scratch the itch Skinned up knees and salty lips I'll breathe your life vicks vapor life And when you binge I purge alike Let go it's harder holding on One more trip and I'll be gone So keep your head up Keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone Take a breath and make it big It's the last you'll ever get Break your neck with diamond noose It's the last you'll ever choose
I sat outside, underneath a large oak tree. I had a tray of food set in my lap. I hated school food. It was so greasy. Those, added in with my hormones, were making my face react like woah! I had a chicken sandwich and a handful of french fries. I swirled the ketchup with a fry, as I looked out at the grounds of the school. People everywhere. Everybody had friends. Even the other outcasts had friends.
I was all alone.
Those same outcasts had other outcasts to be outcasted with. Me? I was on a level so outcasted, not even the lowest loser in school would talk to me. I always spent every lunch alone, because nobody wanted to be associated with the shemale. I was always so alone. The only time I was ever spoken to was either by teachers, to be insulted, or to be told I needed to find God.
I found God. I knew God. He was supportive of me. I know, because he was the only person I wasn’t related to, who didn’t abandon me. I opened a 20 ounce bottle of Dr Pepper I had bought and took a drink from it. When I had lowered the bottle, I noticed a beautiful girl standing there, with a tray in her hands. I looked up at her with a slight feeling of sorrow, dread and fear.
“I’ll go,” I muttered, as I grabbed my tray and began to stand.
“No!” She said. “It’s okay. I’d like to eat with you. If that’s okay.”
“With me?” I echoed.
“Yeah,” She said, setting her bag on the ground next to me. “Is it okay?”
“Do you know who I am?” I asked, probably sounding arrogant. Not meaning to.
“Yeah,” She said, sitting next to me. “And I hate seeing what they do to you. Makes me angry. So, I decided, you needed someone to stand by you. I’ll stand by you.”
“I’m Gwen,” I said.
“I know,” She smiled. “I’m Stacy.”
Drivin' faster in my car falling farther from just what we are smoke a cigarette and lie some more these conversations kill falling faster in my car
Gwen Rose, the EWE Women’s Champion, sat. She looked over her finger nails, and rose to her feet, walking over to the large mirror and examining herself. She twirled her pink and black hair around her right index finger, smiling as it sprung back into shape, as soon as she let go. During the darker years of her life, she always had very short hair. As most young boys did, she had a short buzzcut. It had made the process of transitioning even more difficult. Gwen had to grow her hair out from almost nothing.
As a result, it had been quite a while since she had a haircut. Her hair hung down halfway down her back. Her Mother often bickered about it, but Gwen loved it. It felt so right to have long, flowing hair. The color was something Gwen added for fun. She only had it on the top of her head, and at the tips. She had put it in her hair when she first started growing it out, which was why it was at the tips.
She turned her attention from her hair, to the table next to the mirror. Lying on it was her EWE Women’s title belt, the belt she had won in just her second ever match, and her favorite cd. “Tragic Kingdom,” by No Doubt.
She grabbed the title belt and put it over her shoulder, and turned back towards the mirror, and smiled.
“So, Wrestlemania is here. And now, I am facing the EWE’s new Wonder Woman. The one who is meant to overtake me as the top woman in the EWE. Well, that’s just not going to happen. See, in our first encounter, Stacie, you did win. But, that was nothing but the feeling out process. If it had been for the title, trust me, I would have destroyed you. But now, I have an idea of what I am up against. And now, I can make sure you don’t walk out of this match as the winner.
“Wrestlemania is the biggest stage of them all, Stacie, and it will also be the scene of your first lost. At the hands of me.
“Stacie Sinnex, I have a red rose for you.”
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Post by purelyxstacie30806 on Apr 13, 2007 1:23:09 GMT -5
(Just to be said here.. the only reason I'm posting this on here is because Geocities is down and I want to get this up before the weekend.)
Promo: What It Means To Be A Sinnex [Part I]
Next Match: Stacie Sinnex vs. Gwen Rose [Champion] Stipulation: Winner is the NEW EWE Women’s Champion
Event: Wrestlemania IV Venue: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Accomplishments: None yet.
Role-play One: What It Means To Be A Sinnex [Part I]
[ Song of the Moment ]
System of a Down: Chop Suey! Wake up Grab a brush and put a little makeup Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (Hide the scars to fade away the) why'd you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go create another fable you wanted to Grab a brush and put a little makeup you wanted to hide the scars to fade away the shakeup you wanted to why'd you leave the keys upon the table? You wanted to
I don't think you trust In, my, self righteous suicide I, cry, when angels deserve to die, DIE
Wake up Grab a brush and put a little makeup Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (Hide the scars to fade away the) Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go create another fable you wanted to Grab a brush and put a little makeup you wanted to hide the scars to fade away the shakeup you wanted to why'd you leave the keys upon the table? You wanted to
I don't think you trust In, my, self righteous suicide I, cry, when angels deserve to die In, my, self righteous suicide I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, father, father, father Father into your hands, I commend my spirit Father into your hands why have you forsaken me In your eyes forsaken me In your thoughts forsaken me In your heart forsaken, me oh Trust in my self righteous suicide I, cry, when angels deserve to die In my self righteous suicide I, cry, when angels deserve to die
[ Introduction ]
The sun arose in Calgary, Alberta, Canada slowly two weeks before Wrestlemania was to take place. The curtains in the guest room of Shawn Ashlocke’s house were drawn - the bed Stacie slept in, the greatly large wooden bed frame with large headboard seemed to block out most of the sun. The sun still tried to beam through the closed curtains - the sun’s rays seemed to beat in to the room but the only rays allowed to pass were tiny ones due to the curtain’s stitching.
Stacie Sinnex’s eyelids seemed to twitch when she could feel the somewhat warmth from the sun upon her face and bare arms as she laid uncovered in bed. She, herself, was covered with a delicate white spaghetti strapped shirt and baggy white and blue pajama pants with moons and stars on them. She was lying on her left side, her face facing the wall with the door that led from Stacie’s limited stay.
Finally, her eyes opened and gazed around the room - well, only the parts she could see as she was lying on her left side. There was the door - painted off-white, whilst the walls in the room were two colors - the top was a light blue - like Carolina blue and the bottom, under the median, were dark blue - like Duke blue. There was an indention to the door, and then the wall seemed to jut out and on that wall was the prettiest painting Stacie had ever seen. “Starry Night” is what it was called. Stacie loved it.
The next wall was the wall where the large windows were - where the bed was. The bed didn’t touch the wall - it was a few inches off, the curtains [that were seemingly long in length] wouldn’t get caught against the large headboard.
Stacie pushed what covers that were over her, more so down at her feet, away from her and sat up. She looked over to the small digital clock that flashed TEN A.M. in big, lime green numbers. She sighed.
<It’s morning again. I do not want to be up this early but if I want to get Maddison here, then yes I do…got to get up and get a shower and get beautiful and find something sexy to wear…I hope she likes today.>
Stacie put her feet on the carpeted floor of her limited stay and then looked to the opposite wall of the “Starry Night” painting and saw a door that led to the guest bedroom’s bathroom. She walked over to the door and opened it ajar just a bit and then peered inside.
The bathroom had a stand up shower and a large Jacuzzi-like bathtub that could probably seat about seven people inside. The stand up shower had a sliding door where the barriers were shaped almost like an octagon but the front side - only for walls of opaque glass. There was a rack on the outside where a large black and pink beach towel hung - it was Stacie’s. Shawn had bought her stuff to make her feel at home when they had found out that James had set their own house ablaze.
On the inside of the shower was a rack where her shampoo and conditioner sat - Aussie brand - the kind that made her hair so shiny and glossy, and never greasy. There was a pink puffed loofa hanging off a white plastic hook next to a bottle of Suave Raspberry body wash.
On the outside of the shower, there was a hook that hung a big pink and black leopard spotted bathrobe - where she hung it every morning and night or whenever she had used it and didn’t need it anymore.
Stacie stood in the bathroom, looking around the room with a weak and tired smile upon her lips. The thought of this day with Maddison seemed to fill her up with joy. She hadn’t seen her friend in a couple weeks since she had been on the road going from show to show - getting away from James at every chance he’d find her - he couldn’t now.
She idly started to take her nightclothes off, and leave them in a heap next to the door. She then stepped in to the half-octagon haven and turned on two counts of turns of the cold-water knob, and three counts of turns of the warm water knob, closed the door, and then stood underneath the raining water.
[ Twenty Minutes Later ]
Stacie usually took long showers, afraid of not getting clean enough. She had blown dry her hair afterwards, stood in front of the large sink mirror, applying make up whilst in her robe. She then pulled her hair back and clipped it up in a hairclip, and turned to go in to the bedroom.
She slowly headed to the closet, where Shawn let her store her things. She opened the door and instantaneously picked out a pink and black leather halter-top - to match the pink eye shadow on her eyes - and tight hip hugging flared dark blue jeans.
She put the articles of clothing on, followed by high-heeled black sneaker boots. She checked herself out in a nearby full length mirror and smiled as she unclipped her hair. As it fell against her back, she tilted her head to see all four-earlobe piercings on both sides of her ears, her one cartilage on the left, and her industrial on the right. She also smiled at her lip rings, biting her lip.
But just as Stacie was checking herself out in the mirror, making sure everything looked just right, a voice called out from down the stairs. It was Shawn’s voice “Hey Stace… door.”
A smile erupted from her lips as she shrieked lowly with glee. She then opened the door that went from her room and trampled down the hall and down the stairs to meet Shawn. She smiled lightly as she approached the door, and opened it slowly.
At the door stood Maddison Alexis Rivierra, Stacie’s friend. Normally she had a beautiful, tan face, but today she had a black eye and seemed to be hunched over. Nevertheless, she smiled.
Stacie’s eyes went wide as she took in the horrible injuries of her best friend. “Maddison…? What happened to you?”
Shawn just took a few steps back, partially out of shock, and partially just wanting to give the girls some space, and not interfere.
Stacie was in shock herself, her mouth wide open and her left hand shakily making its way to cover it.
Maddison faintly smiled and stepped past Stacie to head inside of Shawn’s home. She didn’t do it out of rudeness…she knew James knew where they stayed. Maddison closed the door behind her and then looked at Stacie and then Shawn. She took a deep breath. “James met up with me at a café and…I guess he took his aggressions out on me.”
Shawn just looked at the floor, shaking his head in disgust "Is there a woman out there this guy WON'T try to assault?"
Stacie took Maddie in to her arms, sharing a hug with her best friend. “I heard that he shot his own mother…so it wouldn’t surprise me…that he’d abuse my best friend.”
Shawn sighed, shaking his head at the mere thought of James. "I tell you...some day that guy's going get what's coming' to him."
Stacie nodded slowly, taking her friend’s hand. “We’ll be upstairs if you need us. We’re going to talk girl to girl. Feel free to come up in a bit, if you’d like.” She then took Maddison’s hand again, linked fingers with her, and led Maddie up to her bedroom, the guest room that Shawn allowed her to use.
Shawn headed back into the living room and let them go, not wanting to get in the way.
[ Upstairs ]
Stacie had gently led her best friend, Maddison upstairs and in to the guest room that Shawn was letting her use whilst she stayed in his house. She had opened the door, and gestured that she had entered first. When Maddison did, Stacie closed the door and turned to follow her friend inside. “Please sit…” Stacie said, approaching her friend, taking her hand. They both slowly sat on the bed.
Maddison looked down as Stacie had scooped up her hands in her own. She looked sad and disdained. “I am so sorry you have to see me like this, Stace.” Maddison said quickly, looking up in to Stacie’s eyes. She bit her bottom lip carefully.
Stacie warmly smiled. “Don’t worry a thing about it, Maddie. It’s not your fault that brute attacked you. He should get what’s coming to him soon.” Stacie then moved closer, wrapping her arms around her friend to comfort her.
Maddison hugged Stacie back and relinquished a heavy sigh. “I know, but I could have just walked away from him.” She stood up slowly, pulling out of the hug. “I didn’t have to egg him on, you know?”
Stacie stood up. “Maddison. Listen to me. Whether you coached him in to his anger or not, he had no right putting his hands on you. He abused you like he abused me. If that were I there, he would have killed me. You stood up for me, I’m assuming, and that’s what pissed him off.”
Maddison turned to Stacie and nodded slowly. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Stace. I love you so much. I’d be devastated…” She tried to smile a little but she couldn’t. The situation they were both in was overwhelming. It’d be a laugh if they could get over it quickly, but neither one of them knew how to turn the other cheek so easily.
Stacie smiled lightly and bowed her head. “I love you too, Maddie. If he had killed you, I would have massacred him. He might think that I’m just a puny woman, but he should know better than that. He trained me.”
Maddison nodded slowly and smiled. “His own work…it’s like he’s going to be killing him with his own hands if he trained you with the way he fights.” She then sat back down on Stacie’s bed.
“Sounds about right…” Stacie replied, sitting back down next to Maddison. “It seems anticlimactic though.” She then put her hand on Maddison’s thigh and looked up in to her eyes sympathetically. “I’m moving out today…if you feel safer living with me, there is two bedrooms in my apartment loft. The closet to my bedroom is big enough to be made in a nursery for Iyari. You’re very welcome to stay with me…to be safe.”
Maddison put her hands on Stacie’s and looked in to her friend’s eyes. “Do you mean it? That’d be wonderful…” she whispered, biting her bottom lip more carefully this time.
Stacie nodded slowly, still staring in to Maddison’s eyes. She was starting to feel something she hadn’t felt in a long while - the passion overwhelming her soul. She could feel herself moving in towards Maddison…She could feel her soft lips meet another pair of soft lips - she slowly opened her eyes. She was kissing Maddison straight on the lips. Maddison’s eyes were closed - she didn’t know she was looking.
Stacie closed her eyes, putting her hand against the lowermost area of Maddison’s head on the right side to brace her. Maddison mimicked Stacie’s movement.
After a moment of passionate kissing, the girls slowly backed away from each other and opened their eyes. Neither one of them were freaked, disgusted, or alarmed - they both just smiled.
Maddison licked her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue before saying, “Wow. Stace. Seriously, I wasn’t expecting that from you.” She adjusted herself on Stacie’s bed, raking her long hair back with her right hand. “I thought that you had made yourself clear where you stand with Shawn…”
“…Well, it turns out that Shawn has met someone else and well has no interest like that in me anymore. That’s okay…I figured he was only in it just to help me for James anyway…” She replied, shrugging her shoulders. Stacie liked Shawn - but she could tell that they were only meant to be friends. She was okay with that - he had taken care of her when she needed help, and now it was time for the both of them to move on. Thus why Stacie felt the need to get her own place.
Maddison offered a playful smile and tilted her head. “If it makes you feel any better, love, all the stuff that’s been going on with you in your life should fuel the stamina that you need to take on Gwen…” She put her hand on Stacie’s left cheek and rubbed it softly. “Stace, you’re so beautiful…you deserve so much better…”
Stacie smirked softly and shrugged, giving Maddison a playful look of her own. “What, and you’re offering to give it to me?” She tilted her head in question.
Maddison scooted closer to Stacie and stared at her eyes…”Maybe…” she whispered before leaning closer and closer until her lips were locked with Stacie’s once more.
[ Scene One: The New Place ]
The scene would open up as Stacie Sinnex and Maddison Alexis Rivierra were standing outside an old-fashioned apartment building in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. There was a moving truck, with three guys, all in matching blue uniforms, lifting and transporting the furniture from the back of the truck in to the building.
Stacie stood in a pink tube top that was only big enough to cover her breasts, and low riding hip hugging boot legged pants that covered her steal-toed boots. Her long hair was in schoolgirl pigtails, brushing over her shoulders while long stands of her bangs hung down in her face. Her arms were crossed while she stared up at the building, counting the floors and windows until she hit the seventh floor - where her apartment resided. She smiled lightly and then turned to look at her friend, who was standing nearby.
Maddison was watching the movers come in and out form the building and the truck, taking more and more stuff inside. A couch, two chairs, a desk, and Stacie’s bed were still left to move in. Twirling her hair playfully, she turned to Stacie, noticing she was watching her. “What is it?” She asked, biting her bottom lip, a nervous habit of hers.
“Nothing,” Stacie replied, uncrossing her arms. “After the guys are done moving in the stuff, we’ll go and get your stuff and move it in.” She moved to stand closer to her friend.
Maddison put her arm around Stacie’s waist and laid her head on her shoulder. “All there is to move in is a bed and a closet full of clothes and shoes. I don’t really have much else since I was living with Shawna anyway. Since she’s with her beau most of the time…there’s no reason for me to stick around her place much while she’s gone.”
Stacie nodded slowly and pocketed her hands in her back pockets. “You didn’t like staying with Shawna?” she asked, leaning her head against Maddison’s head.
“It’s not that I didn’t like it,” she started, “It’s just that I’m there alone a lot and I don’t like being alone - especially after being beat up by James…” She felt uneasy and nervous - more scared of him than anything else she’s ever feared in her life.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about him, because you’re going to be living with me now.” Stacie replied quickly, standing up straight and turning to look her friend in the eye. “Besides, I don’t think he’s stupid enough to come here and beat us up again. Not with Shawn, his friend, Cameron, Dan Taylor, and Xavier Serikaz all are keeping a close watch on us. I don’t think James would test his strength.”
Maddison nodded slowly, taking out her cell phone. She opened it and saw the screen blinking, “1 Missed Call - Mom and Dad.” She sighed lightly. “I’m going to go in and call my parents - they called, but did not leave a message. I’ll be back, Stace.” She hugged her, and then released her to head inside and up in to their brand new apartment.
Stacie had hugged her back and then turned around, looking at their new resident street. She saw a small café less than half a mile away from where her apartment building. A smile came to her lips. “That’s what I need,” she said to herself. “Coffee.” She brushed her hair behind her back, and then started to make her way to the little coffee shop she just noticed and then when she walked in, she looked around causally. Of all the time she lived in Hamilton, she’d never been down to this side of town, let alone this coffee shop. She was happy for a change of scenery.
She stepped inside the coffee shop and looked around - it was nice, small, not bright, but not necessarily depressing either. She noticed small tables that only sat two or three, and then a bar in the center where it could sit about twelve people or so. With her eyes scanning the room, she didn’t notice anybody she knew directly - but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a man sitting in the darkest corner, his head hung over, staring in to a cup of pure black coffee.
Tilting her head, she made her way over to him - thinking she had seen him from somewhere. When she had approached him, she had lightly tapped him on his shoulder. “Excuse me,” She whispered, “but are you Cameron Hayden? Like, from EWE - partners with Shawn Ashlocke?”
He was hesitant to look up. “Yeah…” he replied, looking up at Stacie. “Why do you want to know?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I just moved in to an apartment loft a few buildings back from here, and you’re the first person I noticed that I recognized.”
Cameron just nodded, and looked back down in to his coffee.
Stacie tilted her head, putting her hands on the table where he sat at. “Do you mind if I join you?” She sounded friendly but not perky - she noticed that something had been wrong with him; yet, she didn’t want to get on his nerves.
“Sure, fine, whatever…” he said, nonchalantly, kicking out the chair that was across from him.
Stacie slowly sat down and looked at him. He seemed so sad, so depressed…Stacie made a mental note, watching him in silence.
He could feel her eyes almost burn a hole through him. He looked up slowly. He didn’t know what to say - hopefully not wanting to say the wrong thing to her. “So, um, weren’t you married to that James Ceno character, once upon a time?”
Stacie grimaced at him and then chuckled, bowing her head. “Yeah, unfortunately, I was. But I would like to put that hellacious past behind me.” She looked up at him. He was staring back at her, questionably. She took a deep breath. “He never used to be the way that he is now…maybe he was before him and I got back together, but he wasn’t when I was with him - and then I guess my returning triggered something in him to piss him off…”
Cameron cleared his throat. “Your returning shouldn’t have pissed him off. That’s all he basically talked about up until you did return anyway.” Cameron took a sip of his black coffee and put it back on the table.
“We were doing so well until his brother killed my best friend, Gemini.” Stacie said, softly, her head bowed towards the tabletop - as if to muffle her words. “And then after I lost our second child after Gem’s girlfriend, Alice - Project Alice - beat me up at home this past year…I guess he never really got over it and blamed himself - but that’s no excuse for him being the way he’s being…”
“No…-” Cameron started.
Stacie interrupted him, saying, “I know that all of this seems like a bunch of drama. Being married to him, the divorce, moving in with Ashlocke, now moving out in to my own apartment with my friend, Maddie - I know that when he finds out…He’s going to find my place and trample it.”
Cameron didn’t say anything for a moment, staring in to his black coffee still. After a few silent moments, he gave a deep breath and looked up at Stacie. “Would you like a cup of coffee or something?”
Stacie blinked lightly. She had not expected him to offer her some coffee. She blinked again, offering a faint and shy smile, shaking her head. “I got it. Thanks though.” Stacie held up one finger, signifying she’d be back in a moment, and walked up to the counter. She was greeted by a worker of the establishment, and then ordered her coffee; a regular cup of coffee with creamer and three Splendas. When her order was up, she paid the three dollars and fifty cents, and then grabbed her cup, the Splendas, and the creamer, and headed back over to the table with Cameron. With her ingredients, Stacie had a stirring stick, at which she put in the coffee cup, upon adding the Splendas and creamer. She mixed them together whilst looking up at Cameron.
Hesitantly, Cameron raised his head. He could feel her staring at her again. He looked to the left, and then to the right, and then his eyes pierced through hers almost coldly. “What?”
Stacie shook her head. “Nothing, I was just thinking,” she replied, and then took a sip of her coffee. She then could feel him watching her, so she looked up and then sighed. “It’s just that I’m thinking about a lot of things that’s going on in my life right now. At Wrestlemania, I face Gwen Rose for the Women’s Title…I’ve faced her and beat her before but I have been out of sync since the whole James thing…It’s screwing me up. I can’t let him get to me though...” Stacie then looked down. The sounds of “How Soon Is Now”, the enjoyable theme song from Charmed, and the movie, The Craft, filled the air. She looked down at her razr cell phone - U.S. Cellular plan cell phone [Ironic, huh?]. The screen flashed “JAMES” in large letters. She then sighed. “Look,” she finally said to him, “I have to go. Thanks for the talk.” She then pulled out a napkin, and a pen from her pocket from writing down things on her boxes when she was moving her stuff fin her apartment…she wrote down her name, Stacie Sinnex, and then her cell phone number, and slid it to Cameron. “This was fun. Call me sometime.”
He just looked at her, pulling it to him, nodding, watching as Stacie then got up from the table and headed outside, opening the cell phone.
She didn’t answer it - the cell now beeping that she has a missed call and a voice mail. She dialed her phone number to her cell to check her voice mail, and then sighed, listening to the voice mail. She wasn’t looking nor watching where she was going - all of a sudden feeling someone had bumped in to her. She closed her cell phone and shrieked in surprise.
[ Scene Two: Cosummating a New Friendship ]
Previously, Stacie Sinnex had met up with the partner of Shawn Ashlocke, Cameron Hayden in a local and quaint coffee shop at the edge of Stacie’s new neighborhood - and when she was frightened by a call from her ex-husband, James Ceno, she got up and left in quite a hurry. In a hurry so fast, she rushed out side and completely sideswiped someone. She had shrieked and then completely stood still - stiff in her own shock.
When Stacie caught her breath, she slid her cell phone back in her pocket and turned to face the person she ran in to. “I am so sorry!” she quickly said, her face completely turning a light pink, due to embarrassing herself.
“It’s okay,” the person said, and then added, “Hey, I know you from somewhere. Aren’t you Stacie Sinnex?”
Stacie nodded, tilting her head slowly. She raised an eyebrow in question. “Yeah, that’s me. How do you know who I am…?” This was a stupid question - for she’s on the Extreme Wrestling Entertainment’s Chaos Brand every single Monday night.
"You use to be friends with my ex-fiancée, Shawna Michaels. I guess you don't remember who I am." The man replied with a smile.
Stacie started to smile. She liked guessing games. “Shawna, Shawna, erm…Shawn-ah! Oh! Don’t tell me your name…I know what it is…” She started to rub her temples. She then exclaimed loudly, widening her eyes. “OH! You’re Glen Sexton, right; The NSWA Hall of Famer? Please tell me I’m right…if I’m not…I have just proved that my hair color matches my state of mind.” She chuckled. It’s true, she was naturally blonde, and hadn’t changed her hair color for years.
The man smiled. "That’s right. I'm Glen Sexton, and if you don’t mind me saying this nothing is wrong with your hair."
((To Be Continued in next post.))
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Post by purelyxstacie30806 on Apr 13, 2007 1:30:07 GMT -5
(This is continued from the previous post.)
Stacie blushed a second time, then. A guy hadn’t complimented her in such a long while - she had forgotten what it felt like. Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy color once more as she looked down to the ground. “Heh, thank you.” She then looked around the coffee shop’s entrance, and then back at Glen. “Please don’t mind me asking, but, what brings you down to this sullen part of Hamilton. I thought Shawna lived in the upside of town.”
"Well, Shawna and I are not together anymore. She left me." Glen said, looking at Stacie.
Stacie blinked, walking around him, and sitting on a wooden bench near by. “Really?” She was intrigued. “Why? I thought the both of you were happy together - I mean, I know that you and her were together when she started in NSWA - she broke up with you to get with T-Money, I think it was, and then after a string of guys, you and her got back together. I wonder why she would leave you again.”
Glen sat next to Stacie. "I thought everything was going great too, but when I got back to the hotel, I found a note she left, saying she was leaving me for James Kilconey, the new NSWA President. And that’s the last time I head from her.” He took a deep breath and then exhaled rather heavily.
Stacie looked at him. “That has to suck.” She didn’t mean to sound nonchalantly, but after all the history and hell she went through with James, she rather understood how Glen had felt when his love left him. “You make it sound like it still upsets you.”
Glen looked back at Stacie. "Yea, I'm still a little upset - but I’m over it.” He shrugged, and then continued speaking. “Hey, I heard about you and James. I’m sorry about all that.”
Stacie just smirked, settling more relaxed in to the bench. She crossed her left knee over her right and then crossed her arms underneath her chest. With serious hatred sounding in her voice, she replied, “Thanks, but I really hope that asshole burns in hell for what he’s done to Iyari and I. He’s put us through so much. Iyari, my daughter, will feel the weight of it all when she grows up without a father in her life. But I rather have no father, than to have to grow up with that jackass as her father. My brother, Jerod, takes care of her when I’m out of town, but that’s the only person as a father figure she has. He’s got his own children, so I can’t keep putting her with him.” Stacie then relaxed more, her voice returning to her soft, gentle, nice tone. Stacie then sighed. “I’m sorry to dump all of this on you. It’s been really hard lately - He’s abused me…my nose and back are just now healing from the two beatings I’ve received in the past three weeks from him. I just needed to vent. I’m sorry.”
Glen had lightly put his hand on Stacie's shoulder. "Hey its okay, that’s what I’m good for; to talk about things so you don't have to talk about that asshole.” He paused suddenly, and then asked, “How old is Iyari?”
Stacie smiled lightly and looked at him. She shifted forward, pulling out her wallet, and opened it to a picture of a brown haired, hazel eyed little girl sitting in Stacie’s lap. They both looked happy then. It was obvious James took this picture before they had divorced. “She’s two now. She’s my pride and joy, and my everything that gives my life meaning. I would be so lost and dead without her.” She then showed him the picture. “Do you have kids?”
Glen looked at the picture in Stacie’s wallet, and then smiled. "She's cute, and no wonder, she gets that from you.” Glen then shifted in the bench, shrugging. "No I don't have any kids, I always wanted kids, but that’s not going to happen anytime soon."
Stacie nodded slowly. “I heard that Shawna might be pregnant. Do you think its Kilconey’s?” She then smirked, hoping that he had caught her joke of Shawna being a whore.
Glen smirked a bit, chuckling. “To tell you the truth, it could be anybody’s.”
Stacie looked at him, putting her wallet away. She laughed a bit, lightly. “That’s not very nice to say about your ex-fiancé, but I guess with her, it’s a tad bit honest.” She then leaned back against the bench’s backrest and looked at Glen with a slight head tilt. She smiled a little and then sighed softly.
"Yea, but she's put me through a lot of pain and I don't really care what I say about her. It’s just like you don't care what you say about James." Glen leaned back on the bench and looked at Stacie.
Stacie blinked lightly and nodded. “But James tried to kill me. I highly doubt, as fucked up, as that girl is, that Shawna tried to kill you. I know that being cheated on, and having your heart played with hurts, but I don’t think Shawna sleeps around anymore. Seriously, I think her and Kilconey are having a baby together.”
"I don't really care anymore. I've started over; a new slate, a new life... well not so much of a new life." Glen laughed lightly.
Stacie smiled, almost laughing too, but she couldn’t. She had tried to start over with Iyari and without James, but it was no use. Everywhere she went, he was always on her mind. “What do you mean ‘not a new life’? Only you can control how you live your life.”
"Yea, I know but I pretty much live my life the same, just with out Shawna." He replied, without care.
Stacie nodded and then softly groaned, hearing her phone vibrate in her back pocket. She had set it when she ran in to Glen - she didn’t want anymore phone call from James. She retrieved her phone, and then opened it. “ONE NEW VOICE MESSAGE FROM JAMES” shined on the screen, which made Stacie’s face drain of color. She sighed. “Oh, what now…” she said in a dismal tone.
Glen looked at Stacie's cell phone "Something wrong?”
Stacie was hesitant but she nodded slowly. “Yeah…give me one second.” Stacie stood up from the bench and stepped a few steps forward as she pressed the select button to hear the voice mail from James.
“Hey, Stace, it’s me, James. I just wanted to tell you that I’m in the hospital…it’s okay that you don’t come and see me, but I just wanted to let you know. Take care.”
Stacie growled aggravatingly and then turned back to Glen, a frown upon her lips.
Glen smiled. "Who was it?"
Stacie took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. “Ja-ames…he’s in the hospital…” Stacie shouldn’t have to care about this…but she did. She couldn’t help it. She was the father of her daughter - she’d always be drawn to him. Her blood and his blood ran through their daughter, which meant…she had to go see him now. “I’m sorry to cut this short, it was really great talking to you…but I must go see what’s going on…”
"Would you like me to give you a ride?" Glen asked, noticing the concern on her face.
Stacie took a deep breath. “That’s…that’s really polite but entirely not necessary. I’ll just walk. The hospital is a couple of blocks away. But that gesture was really nice.” Stacie stepped closer to Glen, and then leaned over to give him a hug while he was still sitting. “Thanks for the talk. We should do it again sometime.” She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket when she stood up straight again, and then pulled out a pen, and then wrote down her cell number on it.
Glen took the number from her and looked at it and smiled. "Your welcome and I’d be glad to give you a call sometime."
Stacie nodded slowly and smiled. “Great. Take care.” Stacie then turned away to head down the south most part of the sidewalk and then turned when she reached a corner.
Along her walk, Stacie’s cell phone chimed once more. This time it was a text message…but wait, this is strange! It was from her best friend in the world, Gemini Jones…the same Gemini Jones that should be lying in the ground right about now.
“Stacie…this is Gem. I need you to find me. Please find me. Always In Love, Gem.”
Stacie looked around slowly…feeling a rush of tears to her eyes. Obviously this was some kind of joke. Gemini died a while ago from being beaten up by James’ brother, Chris. Now she could send text messages from beyond the grave? Stacie had to know…but first, she had to visit her ex-husband in the hospital, and that’s where she was headed to next.
[ Scene Three: Gwen, I Have Something For You ]
The scene would open up as we are in a dark room - dark all except for the light of the camera that happened to be staring a hole in to the front of Stacie Sinnex - the future Women’s Champion of the EWE.
She was dressed in a black dress that was a low “V” cut in the front that stopped in the middle of her thighs. There was a leather belt with studs around her waist loosely warn. Her long, blonde hair was done straight down her back with two black streaks down the sides. She had two lip rings in her top lip - one on one side, and one on the other. Her hazel eyes were lined with black eyeliner, dashed with silver and black eye shadow, and laced with black mascara. She had on black sandals that had heels that were five inches tall - which added on to her five feet, four inches in height. Her sleeves to the dress hung a bit off her tan shoulders, as a strap from the middle of the “V” cut barely covered the top rise of her cleavage.
Stacie barely wore jewelry - she never knew if she’d get in a personal fight or a cat fight in her line of work or in the regular daily life she lived. But in this shot, she wore a black body jewelry tattoo around her neck and a triquetra hanging from a silver chain. She had a silver ring with an emerald in it on her left hand and her high school class ring that was also silver with an emerald on her left. She figured it was respectful to get dressed up to make an official statement of her match with Gwen Rose at Wrestlemania.
Although, in her right hand, a red rose was being held firmly. She twirled it in her hand as she finally looked up at the camera.
She held a different smile about her. This smile was creepy. It was maniacal. It was adamant. Her eyes were glossy, giving a stare that screamed “Hey, look at me! I am no longer the same. Bow at my feet, the feet of your new Woman’s Champion!”
- - Purely Dangerous ~ Stacie Sinnex - - “Little Miss Gwen Rose - the current Woman’s Champion of the Extreme Wrestling Entertainment Industry. It has a pretty ring to it, I have to admit; but I think I like “Stacie Sinnex - Undefeated, Still purely dangerous - and YOUR NEW WOMEN’S CHAMPION!”
Stacie smiled lightly and twirled the rose once more in her right hand, before she passed it off to her left. She then looked up at the camera lens and offered a gentler smile.
- - Purely Dangerous ~ Stacie Sinnex - - “I know that in the past couple weeks, my sugarplum, I haven’t been myself. I haven’t been anything but a babbling brook of a child, crying relentlessly and hiding from the scary and monstrous physical beatings of my ex-husband, James Ceno. And that seemed to have put a mindset in your head, Gwen. A mindset that beats repetitively, like a mantra that just won’t die; the mindset that I’m more focused on what’s going on in my personal life rather than just focusing in you.”
She chuckled lightly and then backed up a bit. The camera seemed to pan away from Stacie, allowing more of the dark room to be exposed. The camera’s light that shined on Stacie spread out a bit, reflecting off the glasses of pictures hanging in the room. It was still too dark for the pictures to be seen or made out of what they were. The camera turned back to Stacie, getting more of a head to waist sort of shot.
- - Purely Dangerous ~ Stacie Sinnex - - “Just like I told pretty little Brooke when I faced her a few weeks ago - I may have a lot on my mind but that does not reflect my actions in the ring. As far as I’m concerned, James Ceno is out of my life. The only things that mean the most to me now is my daughter, my friend - Maddison, and that title that you harvest around your dainty waist.
I’m speaking to you now, Gwen, woman to woman. Is our next encounter going to be like the one we had when I debut where I beat you and got the win - or will you beat me and retain your gold? I know one thing that’s going to happen at Wrestlemania IV, and that is that there is going to be one hell of a battle between you and I. It’s not going to be a five minute match, not a ten minute match, hell! It’s not even going to be a twenty-minute match. It’s going to be you and I, beautiful, in that ring fighting for that precious women’s title.”
Stacie continued to fondle the rose until she rubbed her left hand’s thumb against a petal and moaned at its softness. Her eyes rolled in to the back of her head as she took a shuttering deep breath.
- - Purely Dangerous ~ Stacie Sinnex - - “Gwen is such a pretty name, and so is Rose, and you, chickie-pooh, are beautiful too. Much like this rose that I seemed to have found on the shelf of my locker in the diva’s locker room before I started this…this…sort of report to you. You and your beauty and actions are a lot like a rose. But you fail to realize that I resemble a beautiful rose as well - On the outside, I’m beautiful, soft to the touch, but be careful, because like this rose, I have thorns too; Thorns that won’t be afraid to draw your blood, sweetheart.
Stacie smiled and then raised the rose to her nose so she could take in the delicate scent the rose had to offer. She then smiled and shook her head and looked at the camera, as if she was staring in to the eyes of the women’s champion herself.
- - Purely Dangerous ~ Stacie Sinnex - - “You have a rose for me, do you? Well I have news for you, baby girl. You will walk in Wrestlemania IV - the grandest stage of them all - where careers are made and broken - the women’s champion but you will walk out a nobody. I will make damn sure that come Wrestlemania, there will be a last lady standing, and sweetheart, that lady will be me!”
Stacie raked her free right hand through her long hair and then took a deep breath. She turned to start heading out of the room, but then turned around, having a mischievous smile upon her lips.
- - Purely Dangerous ~ Stacie Sinnex - - “Oh, and one more thing, Gwen? You have a rose for me, huh? Here’s what I think of you and your rose.”
She threw it on the floor, and then spit on it. The camera panned down to look at the rose covered with saliva at the stem. Stacie then blew a kiss to the rose, stepping over it and then as she headed out of the room, she walked over it, tearing it up and destroying it. The camera followed Stacie as she opened the door to exit the room.
- - Purely Dangerous ~ Stacie Sinnex - - “Gwen, I’ll be seeing you at Wrestlemania. Say goodbye to the gold, because after that glorious night, it’ll be around my waist. Ciao.”
Stacie then walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. The scene then was surrounded in darkness.
[ 3nd RP 001 ]
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Post by purelyxstacie30806 on Apr 16, 2007 21:37:27 GMT -5
Promo: What It Means To Be A Sinnex [Part II]
Next Match: Stacie Sinnex vs. Gwen Rose [Champion] Stipulation: Winner is the NEW EWE Women’s Champion
Event: Wrestlemania IV Venue: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Accomplishments: None yet.
Role-play One: What It Means To Be A Sinnex [Part II]
[ Introduction ]
One the way to meeting James in the hospital, Stacie Sinnex found herself staring at the text message she had received from Gemini Jones, the best friend she’d had ever had who supposed to be dead. How Stacie received a text message from her was beyond her comprehension, but there it was, on the screen of her Razr cell phone.
Now she was confused - having watched Gemini’s last breath escape her lips. While she was laying in bed in the hospital in Japan, she had a dream that Gemini was sitting on her bed…a spirit telling her to stay strong and move on without her. Stacie had stayed strong but she never moved on.
In her mind…she had always felt Gemini’s presence around her. She just couldn’t see her. She missed her best friend terribly and even though Maddison was there for her, she couldn’t replace Gemini ever.
Stacie had walked in to the hospital where James was staying, looking quite pale. She had walked up to the front desk, noticing a nurse assistant sitting behind the desk, a headset in her ear, talking on the microphone - she must have been on the phone. Stacie cleared her throat once, and softly said, “Excuse me…” but that seemed to have no effect. She said it louder. “Excuse me?” Becoming slightly aggravated then, Stacie slammed her hands on the desk. “Excuse me!”
The nurse assistant looked up at Stacie, surprised. She then looked at her, slightly annoyed. “Excuse me, but do you not see that I am on the telephone?”
Stacie innocently smiled. “That’s nice.” She then took a deep breath. “Can you please tell me what room James Ceno is in?”
The nurse scoffed and then looked away with a smirk.
Stacie growled. “Please, tell me where he is and I won’t make your life a living hell!” She grabbed the nurse by her scrub top. “Now, please!”
The nurse looked slightly upset while she pulled herself away. She then typed on the computer near by and then looked at Stacie. “Room 34 K, seventh floor.”
Stacie released the nurse, throwing back in to her computer desk chair. “Thank you. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” She then smiled lightly and continued down the hall until she met with an elevator. She pressed the “up” button, and then stepped inside. She then pressed the seventh button for the seventh floor, and then watched as the doors closed.
[ Scene I: Confronting My Fear ]
There was a slight knock on his hospital door and in stepped in his ex-wife, Stacie Sinnex, wearing a pink shirt that was off the shoulder and a black tank over it, and a black skirt. She looked slightly concerned but said nothing as she entered.
Ceno was quick to notice his wife... ex-wife's appearance in the hospital room, and he is just as quick to turn away. She didn't have to see him like this, nor did she need to help. It is no longer her concern regarding his well being, hence his aversion to seeing her. "Stacie... hello..."
"Hey, Jamie..." Stacie replied in a sympathetic whisper as she approached his bed. She tilted her head, looking at all the machines, and especially noticing he was tied down. She looked down, putting her left hand to her face, and felt a rush of tears coming on, but she tried to force them back. "What's happened to you?"
James recognized her tone of voice. Whenever she was ready to cry, and she wanted to appear strong, she rarely spoke, and this was why, but there was something else. He turned to look at her, and saw her tears rolling down her cheeks. He smirks and motions for her to come closer. After all, he can't do anything because he was tied down, so it was safest for her now to be close to her ex-husband... "Stacie...shh. I'm fine. It's just that I've fallen apart a bit. Nothing has been the same since we went our separate ways for me, just as much as they have been for you, and you are doing so much more than I have been. You have improved greatly, and just looking at you, I can tell that Maddison is being very good to you indeed, my dearest... I mean... " Ceno blushes after saying the phrase, knowing it was no longer his to say...
Stacie stared at him as she stepped closer...she was astonished. She then blushed lightly at his comment, but still did not smile. "I'm worried about you...I mean, I know a lot of bad shit has happened since our separation...but...why are you doing this to yourself?"
"It's the only way I can keep myself sane, Stacie. I think there is something seriously wrong with me mentally and spiritually. There's another voice inside my head that encourages me to do the most heinous of acts, and Stacie, a lot of the actions I have done are voluntary, with just the right amount of motivation. It's like I've been possessed..." He sighed heavily.
Stacie looked away and then crossed her arms, turning her back on him. She didn't know what to say in regards to his statement, so she simply replied with the first thing that popped in to her head. "You're simply doing this to make yourself feel better about us being divorced! You were not like this when we were together, and now that we're no longer together, you make it sound like it's okay for you to get away with this shit!" She then turned around to face him. Her face was red, her eyes bloodshot and her cheeks were drenched with overflowing tears that seemed to never stop. She was letting her soul pour out - things she's always wanted to say, but never found the courage to do so. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. He was in the hospital, so obviously he was paying for his acts. But she didn't care. He pissed her off, drove her over the edge, and he had to sit here and listen to how all this made her feel. "James, seriously, I don't even know what to say to you right now. Part of me wants to say, 'you're reaping what you sow,' but the other part of me wants to feel sorry for you...feel sorry for you because this was the only way to make yourself feel better about yourself. Hurting me physically, mentally, hurting Trixy - and killing that woman...all to make yourself feel like you were the dominant man...I can't believe this." Stacie was near hyperventilation, so she took a few deep breaths, and then sat in the chair that was next to his bed and just stared at him through watery eyes.
James watched her, his eyes locked on hers. "I have never made excuses for something, and I am not making excuses now. There is something horribly, horribly wrong with me, and I've known this ever since I decided that we get separated! Stacie, there is too much in my head, but right now, it's quiet, and I am glad it is so that I can hear you with a clear mind. I refuse to make up anything, but it is simply this: why in God's name would I do such things just to make myself feel more dominant? I don't! I did these things because it has always sat in the darkest recesses of my mind. On stressful days, don't you think I would feel the urge to strike you, or Gemini, or Trixy especially? I am a murderer, and I have no shame for the act, but for the reason I cannot even look at you because of the remorse, guilt and apprehension that's tearing through my veins just as I look at you! I feel like the lowest piece of dirt on the planet, and I've proven that that's exactly what I am. Not even this tournament is boosting my feelings... Before I was about to call Vince and pull out, something came over me, and it was like Jacob against the angel, except that it was James and a devil. I won, as Jacob did, and my prize was this: unconsciousness, only to wake up here with a bitter memory that never took place in the form of a nightmare. Before you came in, I woke up from it, and it was the most gruesome thing I had ever seen..."
Stacie listened to him with a clear mind, as well, although, to her accusations to herself - her mind wasn't as clear as she thought.
[...You know, Stacie, you could just finish the job he started with himself...NO! I can't....No...Then that would make me exactly like him and I won't pull myself down to that level - I have a good life now...I won't taint it with his kind of acts...]
She shook her head and then looked up at her ex-husband, almost as if vengeance was washing all over her - and with the look of disgust on her face, if he looked at her - he could almost read her mind. "Listen. You didn't decide shit. I wanted to separate from you; it's just your little 'friend' in your head provoked you to divorce me to make you look like the hero. You aren't a hero. Right now, looking at you lying in this bed...You look pathetic. You drove yourself to where you are, James, nobody else. And right now, I wish it was me who was dead, and not Gemini, because I really feel like a part of me has died already, now it only takes a selfish act for me to finish it myself..."
"You make it sound like I shouldn't feel anything regarding Gemini either... Stacie, I do feel remorse for everything I've done to you and every other woman I've come in contact with. I am far from a hero, and I've accepted that by becoming a villain in the ring. Being cheered for the six-man did nothing, as you were likely to see. What has happened to me? Reality has tightened a noose of fantasy about my neck; I don't think I'll ever be able to change, not even back to my old self... I will never be the same man you fell in love with, and I am nothing to be desired by anyone. I am nothing to everybody, respected by an even smaller few... And Stacie, never EVER say that you want to die around me, not even as a joke. I take offence to that because you at least have a chance to live with greatness around your waist..."
Stacie just chuckled lightly. "You know..." She stood up slowly and then approached his bed almost defensively, putting her hands tightly around the railing - so tight that her knuckles turned white, the blood draining from them. "You don't know me anymore, okay? So don't tell me what you think about my life. The day you hit me on purpose was the day you changed on me...How can you lay there and say you have remorse for what you've done to me, done to those other women? How can you feel bad that Gemini's gone, huh? You were there when she died. She died in my arms...I watched her breathe her last breaths...where were you; Japan with Alice, while she was trying to get you to cheat on me?"
"HOW DARE YOU!" James suddenly roared out of anger whilst he tried pulling on his restraints. "Of all people to turn on me in this way, and it's you! You knew I was working! And you even said it yourself that you would be there to make sure she was all right. As soon as everything was done, and I got out of Japan, I was WITH YOU at her bedside. I was WITH YOU at her funeral. Fuck, I should've hit you harder. That way, you wouldn't be here now to betray me... Before you came back, I was on top and in control of my future and my self, and you were fully accepting of everything I did, and I remained loyal. Now, you're back with a Women's title shot, and you're being CANDICE FUCKING MICHELLE!"
Stacie just smirked, staring at him with intense red eyes. "If I was who I was before you left me, I would be insulted if you said that to me...but now, it just makes me laugh and feel good about myself. How the hell am I turning on you? I didn't hurt you in your weakest moments of your life, did I; Um, no. Who beat you up? Nobody. Who beat me up? The father of my daughter. So, don't go on and say I turned on you. You turned on me first, you asshole!"
"May I remind you that I was there for you during the weakest moments of your life?" James added quickly. "In fact, I was the STRONGEST MOMENTS OF YOUR LIFE! Ever since you were left beaten and bruised by Jason, I was there every step of the way. I'm still as proud as ever to have helped you through that. I'm even more proud that you didn't need anyone to get over me..."
Stacie's expression of rage started to soften with this comment. "What?" She then nodded, taking a deep breath. "Well, to be honest with you, bedding someone else would make me feel like I'm betraying Iyari, and I could never do that...I've only kissed two people...Ashlocke and Maddison - and I know Ashlocke only kissed me because he was pissing you off...and Maddison and I had a moment...but I haven't slept with anybody else... " She then nods... "James. I will always love you for what you've done for me in my life. You stood up for me when nobody else would up to the point of our divorce. You were the one who defended me against Jason, and then the one who took on Chris and got our baby back. You've been the best person in my life up to the point of our divorce. Ever since I returned in the ring...everything has gone to Hell. I feel like it's partly my fault."
"Dispel those feelings this very moment, because I'll tell you right now that you have made nothing difficult. I have made what we had into nothing more than a seemingly pointless waste of time, and it pains me to know that I am the guilty party in all this, and not you." He sighed. "You had nothing to do with us being destroyed. You are doing very well for yourself! As for me, I'm in the shitter, even if I'm doing better also..."
Stacie's face went completely pale then... "Jamie...You were jealous too often of the guys hitting on me. You should have trusted me to be faithful to you, not accuse me, so to speak, of being a harlot. If we were still married and you were only mad because the guys were flirting with me, I would have surpassed all that and forgave you...but...you've gone too far..."
Ceno tries to move his arms, but for no good reason; the tensor was tied tight. "Stacie, I know, and I don't expect, want or need forgiveness. I need a dose of reality, maybe even an overdose. I need to wake up and return to the real world, but I've lost my way. I cannot find the road because I've taken a shortcut to self-destruction..."
Stacie reached behind her and scooted the chair up to his bed and then sat down. Unknowingly to herself, subconsciously, she felt herself reach and grab his hand in both of hers. She stroked the back of his hand caressively and then softly whispered: "You WILL find your way... I promise..." James looks up into her eyes after looking at her hands as his fingers gently wrapped around her hand. He chokes back sobs and whips his head away, trying to hide his tears as she had tried to hide hers.
Stacie continued to rub the back of his hand..."Jamie..." Her tone has changed, from angry and furious to soft, gentle and caring... "Please look at me..."
James slowly, but reluctantly, turns his head towards Stacie, his eyes red with tears. His blood pressure did go up on the monitor, but it was of no concern to the ex-lovers, who were still deeply in love.
She smiled faintly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No matter what happens, you're always going to be in my heart...Please don't ever forget that..."
"And I want you never to forget this..." Ceno watches her eyes, cursing the restraints that held him in place. "No matter what I say, no matter how badly I hurt you or others, I still feel guilt and loneliness and remorse and all these other emotions that deal with sadness, because I am lost without guidance, because I've lost you as my truest beacon of light and source of hope..."
Stacie just closed her eyes, holding on to his hand, feeling her tears just drain down her cheeks. She took a deep breath and then pulled her hand away. "I think we lost each other even before we got divorced..." She turned her head away slowly, and then turned her back completely on him.
"No, Stacie. And I don't blame you for what's happened! I know now why you let so much by, and I let so much sink in. You have been excited to return ever since I started training you with Shawna's help." James took a deep breath and then closed his eyes for a moment, and then focused on Stacie again. "When you came back, that excitement blinded you to what others did, and I misread it all! You were in the right, because you were able to ignore what they were saying and doing, accepting it all as a compliment. As for me, my green eyes took over my blue eyes and I became more self-centered than ever. If anything Stacie, you're guilty for being yourself..."
Stacie turned to face him... "Why did you get so jealous? Tell me that, please."
"For every split-second that went by when those guys flirted with you, I forgot who you were, and how much I meant to you then. I forgot who I was in your eyes as well as my own. I was ignorant..." He looked away from her.
"So then why has this animal of you suddenly come out; because I'm not there to tame it?" Stacie asked softly.
"To be honest, because I have lost the will to suppress it..." James started.
"THAT IS A LOAD OF SHIT!" Stacie suddenly roared, pushing over the heavy chair she was sitting in before, and then kicked over the trashcan, the laundry barrel with his clothes in it, and then slammed her fists on the wall behind her. "That's a load of bullshit and you know it!" She turned back to him. "You only THINK you don't have the will to suppress it, but you're stronger than you make yourself out to be!"
Ceno's face doesn't change as he watches her..."Unfortunately, you're right. What I said was irrational. What I can't control is my own Goddamned actions!"
"That's a load of shit...too..." She says this with a more calm state of mind... "You have the willpower to suppress the demon inside of you, but you're taking comfort in him and allowing him to control you... You just have to find that willpower again and overcome him before he overcomes you."
"That's what I said. I have no control over what I'm doing, though I can take it back in a heartbeat!" James yelled.
"Then why don't you...?" Stacie asked softly.
James replied, "That is where I've lost my way, Stacie..."
Stacie stepped closer to him again. "You lost the way to your willpower? Then how can you get it back? James, listen to me. And listen really well. You will always have me as an ally, but you can't continue on this way...otherwise, you won't be able to come back from it...you need to get a grip now while you still can."
Ceno nods, fully aware of this fact. "It looks like I have a reason to become stronger again..."
"The fact that you are talking to me like a rational human being shows me that you have a grip. But you need to continue holding it..." Stacie nodded and smiled lightly. "If you don't do it for me, or yourself, do it for Iyari. I don't want her to grow up without knowing her father. But if you continue on being a crazy ass like you have been...don't think I won't keep her from you...for the rest of her life. Even if you seek out to kill me just to get to her, don't think I won't find away back from the Ghostly Plane to stop you from hurting her...Because I will." Stacie nodded to her own comment, in the Matter-of-Fact face of hers..."I know you say you won't hurt her...but if you let that demon win, you will lose. And that will cost you the ultimate prize of your life."
"Firstly," James began. "My life is no prize, ever since I've treated it and myself like a worthless slab of poop. Secondly, you're using one of my own threats against me, just that mine was not so aggressive."
Stacie smiles playfully. "Regardless of whose was more threatening...I mean it." She then sighs. "I think I have to tell you something... It is something you're not going to like..."
"Jason has risen from the dead and is now seated at the right hand of the Father?" James said, being horrifically sarcastic.
Stacie looked horrified, but it was sarcasm in her eyes. "Uh... no. Not that drastic. Gemini... well she's still alive, James."
Ceno blinked, confused. "Still alive?"
Stacie nodded slowly. "Gemini faked her own death via her safety away from Chris. I found out...when I was on my way here...she text my phone...said something that only Gemini would say...I know it... "
"Be careful in believing that, Stacie. Is there a meeting arranged?" James asked. He would have sat up in bed, but he was still restrained.
Stacie nods again. "As soon as I leave..."
"Since I clearly can't go with you, go on, and come back when and if you do end up finding out what's up." He replied.
Stacie nodded the last time and then reached out, and grabbed his hand. "I will come back, but promise me you'll stay strong. We're stronger together." She leaned down and kissed his cheek, and then turned on her heels, and left his room.
"Have fun!" Ceno grunts as he uses all of his strength to free himself, and it tore off a thin layer of skin, turning his wrists red with blood and chaffing, but at least he was free. He touches his cheeks, and felt the blood surge within them. Stacie still had the ability to make him swoon.
[ Scene II: Talking To The People ]
Last time we had seen Stacie Sinnex; she had been talking to James in the hospital about their present situation. Stacie was satisfied with their recent arrangement; however, she wished she could save him from whatever was going on with him. She knew that some how she was the cause of him seeking out darkness, but as James said - she couldn't blame herself. She did anyways.
Now, Stacie was walking up and down the hallway with a lot on her mind. She didn't know how to vent just yet, but she knew that she couldn't let James and whatever his problem was sidetrack her from the bigger picture - Facing Gwen Rose at Wrestlemania.
As Stacie paced back and forth, pondering her methods of venting the frustration James caused in her, Justin White came strutting towards her, camera crew and the whole sha-bang. He walks shamelessly up to her, spinning the microphone in his hand.
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: Well, well, well, isn't someone so fine just poking around? Now that you're divorced, maybe I have a slight chance; the kid is cool but I'm sure she can be overlooked; But anyway, on with the interview, yes?
Stacie Sinnex looked at Justin White with a surprised look upon her face. Her face was pale - freaked out by James and the sudden contact from her friend from beyond the grave - Gemini Jones. She hadn't gone to see her yet - she was afraid it was some kind of trickery. She sighed lightly and then looked away, focusing some thoughts that floated around her mind. She then sighed and looked back at Justin.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: I hadn't really planned on having an interview today, but what the hell. Go ahead. Nothing could go worse today.
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: Nothing could be worse, eh? Then I should ask you out after we're through..."
TBC In Next Post
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Post by purelyxstacie30806 on Apr 16, 2007 22:13:52 GMT -5
TBC From my Previous post
Justin smiled to himself as he points to the cameraman to start rolling.
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: Hello, beautiful people. This is Justin White here, on behalf of the beautiful people, talking to a beautiful person in Women's contender, Stacie Sinnex. She is due in a match against Gwen "The Dick-Bearer" Rose at Wrestlemania 4!
Stacie's face scrunched up with anger then, at the young interviewer's words.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: Hey, watch your mouth, you asshole! Don't you have respect for anybody? So what if she's different - she's just trying to be her own person. Have respect.
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: I have no regrets.
He says this smugly, having no respect, as Stacie had so 'kindly' put it.
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: What are your thoughts about this match, Stacie? Any tactics you have in store for the weirdo?
Stacie stayed glaring at the young, rude interviewer and then sighed, taking a deep breath.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: Okay, listen to me. She's not a weirdo. She's someone who's trying to be who she wants to be. Is that so wrong?
Stacie then sighed again and rolled her eyes.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: What I have planned for her is this: I simply plan to walk in to Wrestlemania IV a nobody, and walk out the Women's Champion. I've saved my everything that I've done between now and then, and when I get in the ring to face her, I'll let her have everything that I am. There are going to be no remorse…no holding back…no lying down and letting her steal one from me. I'll be Undefeated and the New Woman's Champion.
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: Steal from you? The only thing she could steal from you is dignity, by raping you before, during and after the match... That's a good idea... Justin laughs at this and keeps going.
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: As for your ex-husband, he is clearly in a better match than you. The Money in the Bank is the next biggest match to the King of Xtreme final, and falls under the Wrestlemania main event! How do you feel about his rewarding progress?
Stacie rolled her eyes and shrugged.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: Honestly, I don’t know, nor do I care. I mean sure, yeah, he’s in one of the main events for Wrestlemania and that’s great and everything, but I have what’s going on between him and I to be clouding my mind. If he wins the match, good for him, but that won’t make him happy. Nothing will make him happy until he’s back to his normal, cocky self.
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: Normal, cocky self?
Justin shrugged.
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: Define cocky for us. Before, he was actually quite modest...
Stacie just gave Justin a sarcastic smirk and nodded.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: All right, fine. You want an explanation; you’ll get one. Ever since him and I have been on our separation anxiety, he’s been different - almost too confident in himself. He beats up women and thinks it’s okay for him to do it. He thinks that whatever is going on with him, he can’t control - he even said our divorce was his idea, it wasn’t. It was mine. I left him because he couldn’t take all the guys that were coming on to me. He let his ego get the best of him. I call that cocky.
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: He's been more modest when the others have talked to him, either that or irritable. In fact, I remember when I interviewed him. This black...thing!... attacked me and the cameraman, but we got away before it could hurt us. All we got was our hair standing on end; it was a figment of our imaginations... but at the same time?
Stacie burst out laughing all of a sudden. She couldn’t contain herself. It was too funny to see this wimpy guy scared of something he didn’t see.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: Look. I know you mean well, but this interview is supposed to be about me, and my match at ‘Mania, so if you don’t mind…
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: I just don't understand what happened. It was all-so... evil. Stacie just narrowed her eyes at Justin, biting her bottom lip.
Justin looked at her and blinks.
`Chaos Interviewer` Justin White: What? What did I do? Fuck, I bet you did something, didn't you? What have you done to James to awaken such darkness in his soul?
Stacie didn’t need a second thought in releasing her own bit of darkness on Justin White at that moment. She balled up her hands in to fists, and then leaned back on her left foot and slammed her foot in to his chin, knocking Justin White down and out cold. She had hit him with her finisher, The Last Lady Standing, her own version of The Chick Kick. She then knelt down over him and shoved her finger in his face…
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: You don’t know James or me, or anything that we’re going through. So don’t’ accuse me for causing his unholy problems, you asshole.
She then slapped him in the face, and then stood up.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: Somebody find me Trixy…
Justin falls to the ground, holding his head. He then lays his arms on the ground.
Stacie smiled in satisfaction as she looked at the cameraman with a deadly intensity in her eyes.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: If you don’t want to end up like your friend, I suggest you follow me.
The cameraman nodded slowly but nervously, picking up the cords behind him so he wouldn’t trip on them when they went to find Trixy, the other Chaos backstage interviewer.
`Cameraman` Jim: Right away, Miss Sinnex.
He spoke nervously. He didn’t want to have the same fate at Interviewer Justin White.
Stacie stepped over Justin’s unconscious body and then pulled the cameraman to follow her. She walked a bit a ways backstage in the Arena where they were all staging the promos - the other EWE Superstars who had matches at Wrestlemania as well.
She wondered around for at least fifteen minutes before she came on the young and beautiful Trixy. Stacie looked distressed when she approached her.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: Oh, thank god…Trixy. Will you please finish an interview that the incompetent Justin White started?
Trixy somewhat frowned and shook her head. She looked stressed as well.
`Chaos Interviwer` Trixy: As much as I would like to, Stacie, I don’t think I can. I’m choosing to stay out of your affairs with James Ceno…as far as I’m concerned…it only gets me hurt and threatened. I’m sorry.
Trixy had started to pass Stacie but Stacie snapped - she grabbed the young interviewer by her hair and then held her tightly, close to her face. Stacie spoke in her ear…
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: I asked you for your help, and you betrayed me…some friend. Goodnight.
`Chaos Interviwer` Trixy: Good…night?
Stacie nodded slowly, and then gripped her hair tightly in both hands, and then slammed the back of her head on to the floor beneath her. Trixy was hit unconscious. Stacie smiled lightly, and then shrugged softly.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: You should have said yes. I wouldn’t have had to do this to you, pretty girl.
Stacie then stepped over Trixy’s unconscious body; although, she did pick up the microphone that the young interviewer had with her. Stacie picked it up, and then walked down the hallway.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: Looks like I’m going to have to do this myself…
Stacie then realized she had forgotten about the cameraman, but turned around to see that he was standing right behind her, filming the destruction she had been doing. She smiled lightly and then turned around to head back to the Diva locker room of the arena. When she did make it to the arena’s Diva locker room, she stepped in, seeing other EWE divas, Brooke McGuire, Selene, and some others.
She tilted her head and smiled lightly to them, and then turned around, instructing the cameraman to back out and head out of the room. She headed out too, and then led the man down the hallway until she came upon an empty lounge room. They entered it, and Stacie closed the door.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: If I want something done, I guess I got to do it myself. Um… you stand right there.
She positioned the man in front of her, a foot or so away from her.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: Good. Now…as I was trying to do before, before that assclown, Justin White became unbearably rude and Trixy became suddenly in a sleep psychosis…I am going to once again, speak about my opponent, Gwen Rose, at Wrestlemania.
Stacie smiled lightly and then shrugged some.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: Gwen, there’s one thing you have to understand…Even though you and I are going to be in the ring together…I have your back…people shouldn’t talk shit about you because you are trying to be your own person…I respect you for that…but I tell you this: You and me in the ring is different. I won’t have your back. It will be you and me scrapping for that gold around your waist, m’lady. And I’ll give you this advice…hug it. Kiss it. Do anything with it…hell; masturbate with it one last time…because after Wrestlemania…it’s going to be with me.
Go ahead and give me one more rose, baby girl, I’ll give you something in return - a nice swift kick in the chin.
Stacie then smiled as she nodded to the cameraman to cut the camera off, causing the feed and the scene to end.
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Post by .:|Gwen Rose|:. on Apr 18, 2007 18:42:56 GMT -5
In My Shoes Chapter XII
“It’s all my fault,” I said, sobbing into my arms, lying on my bed.
“No,” Stacey said, rubbing my back. Don’t you ever think that!”
Chet was in the hospital. And it was all my fault, once again, I had screwed up, and the world around me was crumbled. Why? Because of who I am. Nobody has ever admitted it to my face, but my gender has caused many people a lot of stress. My younger brother gets picked on, because his ‘brother,’ is the Shemale. My sister, thankfully has gone off to college. But, she got it to. While she was still living with us, she often got the brunt of all of the hate. She is in a lower-level college, because of her ‘record.’ She got into several fights her senior year, trying to defend me. Trying to make sure I was safe. She tried so hard, but it never really worked.
The year after she left was the worst of all of them. The year before, my sophomore year, I had her and Stacey to keep me safe. But, Stacey’s parents decided to have her transfer to Manchester Central high School, because of its superior performing arts program, and my sister graduated. I was all alone. I had to spend days on end skipping school, just so I wouldn’t be beaten up, or hit, or made fun of. Life was a fight for me. A never-ending fight.
And now, the only man to ever accept me for what I am. The only man who could ever actually love me, was on life support, because I had been kidnaped. Why was I kidnaped? Because I am a boy who wears women’s clothing. No! I am a woman! I am just as much a woman as any natural born female. But, I can’t help but feel responsible for Chet, My Chet, being in the hospital. If I hadn’t been me. If I had stayed away from those three losers, he would be safe today. Probably dating a biological woman, playing football with his friends. Instead, he is in a room full of flowers. Flowers with cards that say things like ‘Get Well Soon.’ and ‘We Love You, Get Better!’
As a girl, the last one always caused a pang of jealousy in my stomach, because those were the ones from the biological women. Chet knew who I was, and it was always a fear he would find a real woman, and fall in love with her. That he would one day leave me for a woman who was normal. A woman who had all the pieces I didn’t. And none of the same as Chet, as I did.
“Gweny, it’s not your fault at all!” Stacey emphasized, trying to comfort me in the fact that my boyfriend was now stuck in a hospital bed, not even out of a coma yet. And where was I? At home, in my bed room. My cocoon. That’s what my family and friends call my room. My cocoon. I have butterflies everywhere.
On the wall is a blue monarch, surrounding by swirls of pink that blend into the rest of my pink walls. Along the top of the wall, near the white ceiling, is a border, with thousands of butterflies. I loved them. I had a pair of jeans that I had dedicated as my “butterfly pants,” because of all of the different butterfly patches I had hand sewn onto them.
The only thing not butterflies in my room was a large No Doubt poster on the wall opposite the one with the blue monarch. Until she went solo, I idolized Gwen Stefani, and all of No Doubt. I took my name, Gwen, from Gwen Stefani, because her style and the way she talked and walked, and everything she did, I worshiped. I had even been to two No Doubt concerts. One time I got to go backstage and meet her and the band. It was a radio contest that I had won. It was amazing.
“It is my fault,” I said, sitting up, and wiping my cheeks, with my sleeve.
Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like?
I laid on my back, at the top of a hill. I was dressed in a pink turtleneck sweater, that was big, and warm, and a pair of blue jeans, that fit tightly. They had a picture of a butterfly stitched in my back right pocket. They had been one of the first pairs of jeans my Mom bought me when I came out to her. They still fit nicely, and much better since my body fat began to redistribute due to the hormones.
Chet was lying next to me. He was dressed in a black polo shirt, and his letterman’s jacket. He also had on a loose pair of jeans that looked delicious on him. I laid with my head on his right arm, and hand my left arm reached across and holding his other hand. Our two hands were rested on his stomach.
“Look,” he said, pointing with the hand connected to the arm underneath my head. “The big dipper.”
“I don’t see it!” I said, squinting upwards at the sky.
“Look,” He squeezed my hand, before letting it go. “Right there, in the east.”
He outlined the constellation with his right hand. I squinted, and finally saw it.
“I see it, baby!” I said, smiling.
He laughed at my excitement. I loved his laugh. It was rich, and giggly all at once.
“Gwen?” He asked.
“Hm?” I hummed, nuzzling my nose against his arm.
“I love you.”
Everything stopped. A boy said he loved me. He wasn’t mocking me. He meant it. He really loved me.
“Chet?” I said.
“Yeah, Princess?” He said, using one of his nicknames for me.
“I love you, too.” He laughed again.
“I’m glad.” I could be wholesome I could be loathsome I guess I’m a little bit shy Why don’t you like me? Why don’t you like me without making me try?
I found myself in the hospital again. I had bought a small watering bottle for all of the flowers in Chet’s room. Wreaths of flowers. Bouquets of flowers. Flowers, flowers, flowers! I made my way around the room watering each one.
“Oh Chet, everyone loves you so much,” I mused, watering each plant, occasionally returning to the sink to refill the bottle.
No response. None was expected. The only thing showing me he was still alive was the beating of the heart monitor.
Beep-beep. Beep-beep.
I treasured and cursed that damn machine.
“You’re a very loyal girlfriend,” The Nurse, the same one I had given my cell phone number to said, standing in the door way.
“He’d do the same for me,” I said, watering a plant, and smiling to myself.
“My name’s Betty,” She said.
“I’m Gwen.”
“Nice to meet you honey,” She laughed.
“Nice to meet you too,” I smiled.
I could be brown I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful I could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green Gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don’t you like me? Why don’t you like me? Why don’t you walk out the door!
”Woohoo! Yeehoo! Woohoo! Yeehoo!”
I awoke the sounds of Gwen Stefani’s song, “Sweet Escape,” blaring out of my cell phone. I said I didn’t like her as a solo artist, but I meant except for that song. I love it, sorry.
I lifted my head from my pillow, and grabbed my phone, to look at the person calling me. Chet was still in the hospital. But, things were looking good. They expected him to be out of the coma soon. I was very happy that they were expecting him awake soon. Every day I would go to his room, water the plants, talk to Chet, talk to Betty. Everyday it was a routine. If I had school I’d go, and do everything afterwards. And when the doctor said he should be awake soon, my heart swelled, and I was so overjoyed.
The caller ID said Betty. Why would she be calling me?” A nervous feeling clamped in my stomach.
“Hello?” I said.
“Is this Gwen?” She asked.
“Yes.”
“Honey, you might want to get down here, quick.” You and me We used to be together Everyday together always I really feel That I'm losing my best friend I can't believe This could be the end It looks as though you're letting go And if it's real Well I don't want to know
I stood in the hospital room, my mouth hanging open in a look of confusion. There was no more beeping. No sound at all, except that of the pen of the coroner scratching across the piece of paper.
“Time of death: 1:15 PM,” he said out loud as he wrote.
That was it. I lost it. I began to weep. Tears made their way down my cheeks. I began to hysterically sob, as I turned to Betty, who wrapped me in her arms. I cried my eyes out onto her white uniform.
“Shh, honey, he’s in a better place,” She said, in a soothing voice.
“But I want him here, with me,” I cried into her shoulder.
“He’ll always be with you, from now on,” she said.
“I still need him, Betty. I’m not ready to loose him in my life!” I cried out. I turned and ran to the hospital bed, while the coroner still took notes at the foot of the bed. I put my arms around him, and rested my head on his chest, still sobbing.
“Why!” I cried out, in screech of anguish. “You can’t leave me yet. I still need you. Whose going to protect me, Chet? Who’s going to hold me? I still need you!”
“Ma’am, can you excuse me?” The coroner asked.
“Fuck you!” I yelled out. I turned my attention back to Chet. “Please, baby, please, wake up. Just, wake up. Show them it’s not real. Show them, you’re fine. You’re just pretending, something! Oh, Chet! Please, don’t go!” I lost it, I couldn’t speak any longer, I just let out sobs, as my head rested against his chest. If this were any other time, he would put his arm around me, and kiss my forehead. He’d tell me everything would be okay. He’d reassure me. He’s not now.
“Oh, Chet!” I heard a voice shriek from the doorway. It was his Mother. She ran over, and cupped her hands around his face.
“Mrs. Ryan?” I asked. “Why him?”
“Oh, Gwen,” She said, tears welling in her eyes now. “I have no idea.”
Don't speak I know just what you're saying So please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts
“Gwen,” Chet thought. Well, not exactly Chet, but his spirit. “I’ll always be there to protect you,” He reached out, to touch Gwen’s cheek, but his hand went right through. “I love you, Princess. Please, don’t cry over me.”
Our memories Well, they can be inviting But some are altogether Mighty frightening As we die, both you and I With my head in my hands I sit and cry
“Mama,” I said, walking into the living room. The room was a soft, gentle room. Paintings were all over the room, and several bouquets of flowers were in vases scattered throughout the room, on different tables. I decided it was time to tell my Mom about Chet. Sure, she had forbidden me to date. But, I couldn’t resist Chet. And what could she do to me now? Ground me? I planned on spending quite a while in my bedroom anyway, sobbing away into a pillow. I had nothing left to loose if I was grounded.
“Yeah, honey,” She said, muting the TV.
“Can I talk to you?” I said, tears already welling in my eyes.
“Sure, Gweny,” She looked into my eyes. “Are you okay?” I nodded, and then shook my head no. Was I okay? Did I even know? I don’t think so. Chet was gone. I was all alone. I was telling my Mom that I had been dating a boy, which terrified me. I don’t think I was okay at all. I have no clue.
“Ma,” I started, and then took a deep breath. “Ma, I’ve been seeing a guy-“
“What?!” She yelled. “Gwen, I specifically told you, do not date. Do not date. You promised me-“
“He died this morning,” I said, nearly a whisper. The word escaped my mouth, and seemed to lock itself around me, and brought more tears to my eyes. The words seemed to hurt me so badly. Like a stab right into my heart. That was the first time I had uttered the words “he’s dead.” It was the first time I had admitted it to myself. I didn’t like the way it sounded. I hated even more the way it felt. I hated it. I hated it, and I never would stop hating it. Just like I would never stop hating the Stooges. They had beaten me, stole my dignity, and forced me to fear the world. And now, they had stolen the only boy in the world who could, and would love me for me. Those bastards would die a slow and painful death. Because of me. At my hands.
“Gweny?” My Mom said, pulling me into her arms. I cried on her shoulder. It was happening again. I would be treated with gloves on by Mom again. I would be treated like a fragile china doll. I was wounded again. I hated it! But, right now, more than ever, I needed the comfort of my mother. I was still a child in so many ways. When things get the worst, I still ran to my Mommy. I was a child. But, I needed comforting so desperately.
“Mom,” I lifted my head from her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
‘I’m Sorry.’ I said those words so often, they had almost become my motto. If a statue of me was ever erected somewhere, it would say: ‘I’m Sorry,’-Gwen Rose, Transgendered Teen. Or something like that.
“Honey,” she sighed. “I’m sorry.”
Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts
The funeral. It had been just two days since I lost him. My Chet. I sat in the front row at the funeral. To the left of me was Chet’s Mother, Father, and younger sister. To the right of me was my Mother, Stacey, and Alex. The Priest was speaking, and my head was bowed, a tissue in my hand. I held my Mother’s hand, tightly. She always did that when I was upset, she’d grab my hand and squeeze it three times. The first squeeze represented the word ‘I.’ The second ‘Love.’ and the third ‘You.” it was yet another childish thing, but at this point, I was clinging to the childish things. Clinging to the love of my Mother, because I needed it. I needed her. She was my rock.
“And now, to deliver a eulogy, Chet Ryan’s girlfriend, Miss Gwen Rose,” The Priest said, catching me off guard. I rose to my feet, and squeezed my Mother’s hand, before letting go, and making my way to the podium, just feet away from Chet’s body. The embalmer did such a great job, he looked like he was asleep. But, sadly, he wasn’t. I looked at his lips. I wanted to kiss those lips. I wanted to be held in those arms. I wanted to rest my head on that chest. I wanted to be with him. And have him hold me. I stood there, looking over the body, as everybody in the crowd looked up at me. People from my school. My family. Chet’s family.
I cleared my throat.
“Chet Ryan was an amazing man. He was a football star, leading Central to the state title last year. Go Little Green,” I said, a phrase Chet often said to rally the team during the huddle. “Chet was my boyfriend. He cared about me like almost nobody has before-“
“Yeah, and why is that Ed?” A voice called out from the back o the Church. The voice was familiar. A figure made his way into the room. It was Jose.
“Oh no,” I said, turning pale.
“Yeah, Ed,” Why don’t you tell us why nobody cared about you like your big faggot boyfriend?” Johnny asked, walking into the room.
“Leave me alone!” I yelled out.
“What’s wrong, shemale?!” Tony yelled.
A few members of Chet’s family, and Alex got up, and began to push them out of the room.
“What?” Johnny yelled. “C’mon, Al, you know all about Ed up there. The fucking Drag Queen!”
As all of this commotion went on, I made my way over to Chet’s casket. I cupped his face, as tears fell down my cheeks.
“I love you, my Prince,”
”I love you too, Princess.” Don't speak I know just what you're saying So please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts
Gwen Rose, the EWE Women’s Champion. stood in front of a mirror. She was not applying make-up, and was not plucking her eyebrows or anything. She was examining her body. She lifted her chin and examined her throat. Only a small protrusion stuck out, appearing the same size as that of any woman. Gwen had been blessed with a small Adam’s Apple, which was nice, because it was less for her to have to hide. Hide. Gwen hated that word. She wasn’t hiding anything but pimples.
She ran her fingers through her hair. It was normally dark brown, but she colored it more of a dark blonde color. She liked it that way. She always was experimenting with her appearance. For a long time she had black hair with pink bangs. Her dream, before professional wrestling, had been to become a Hollywood make-up artist. It had fallen through, but still, it was a skill Gwen had over most women.
Her face bore no predominately male features. Gwen was always effeminate, even before she started transitioning. She barely grew any facial hair, and never had to shave. Gwen turned to the side, and examined her figure. Her body fat had redistributed, to give her curves. She also wore no breast forms, or any sort of enhancement for her chest. She was a natural 30 A. Slightly small size for her body, but, still the fact that her breasts had grown naturally, was a blessing.
Minus her penis, Gwen was happy with her body. Much happier than most. But then again, most women don’t spend large parts of their life praying to be female. When Gwen was still Eddie, she’d go to church, and pray, like everyone else. They’d pray for loved ones. Gwen would pray to become a woman. When she blew out the candles on her birthday cake, she’d wish to be a woman. She always wanted to be a woman.
Gwen lifted and dropped her breasts, laughing slightly at the way they bounced. Even though she was a heterosexual woman, she still enjoyed playing with her own breasts. Not in a masturbatory way, but a laughing kind of way.
Gwen made her way from the mirror, and examined a box of breast forms. Ironically the size her breasts naturally grew. She looked at them, and then began to speak.
“You know, at one point in my life, these were the most feminine thing about me, besides my eye brows,” Gwen laughed. “ They also helped push my Mother into accepting me. Had she not found the letter I kept inside of this box, she may not have gone out and found out more about Gender identity disorder. Then she accepted me for who I truly am. These fake breast liberated me. I don’t throw them away, simply for that fact alone.
“It’s just amazing the paranoia I experience every day. If half of the people in the world knew what I went through, the other half would be forced to accept people like me, simply out of fear of getting beaten down. See, when you’re a transsexual, life is different. Instead of noticing people looking at you, you wonder why are they looking at you. You wonder, if maybe they see a sign that most don’t. That they can see beneath your outward appearance, and deep inside into the strange monstrosity that you truly are.
“It isn’t a fun life. Of course, there are those out there who look at me, and those like me and call our lifestyle a perverse decision. In my life alone I have spent years being ridiculed. I have been beaten to the point that I can barely recall the night. Daily I have to take a handful of pills and stick a needle in my leg. Why? Just so the hormones of my true person can flow into my bloodstream.
“And to have my body totally appear in the form I desire, I have to spend nearly 16 thousand dollars. Some women are truly blessed to be born in the right body. But there are the exceptions, like me, who aren’t. Well, looking at this title belt I have, it is obvious that I am in the right place.
“I have just suffered the greatest loss in my life. And you know what, Stacie, that is nothing but inspiration. See, you and I have both had unbelievably painful moments in our life, just recently. But, the similarities end there. By the way you viciously assaulted Trixy, you have just proven how truly weak you are. You let the evil deeds of James Ceno influence you. You’ve become more like him than you would probably want to admit.
“James is a cold, evil, heartless bastard, but, at least he knows it. You, Stacie, fail to see you’ve become just like him. Everyone else thinks your little attack on Trixy was a one-time outburst. Well, I know different. You don’t have the same self-control you once had. Stacie, your slowly losing your cool, and slowly losing your hold on everything. Sure, your still undefeated. You even have a win over me. But, lets not get too hasty here, I threw that match away, a feeling out process.
“I have you ALL figured out, Miss Stacie. And you have no need at all to worry, because I can work around your temporary anger issue, and use it to my advantage.
“Now, onto something that bugs me. I do respect you Stacie, but, I need no body to watch my back. If people insult me, oh well. I’ve been through it. It is their ignorance shining through. I am just being myself, and if some ignorant interviewer who makes a third of the money I do wants to talk crap, let him. Karma will deal with his ignorance. And I’ll deal with you, Stacie.
“I have a red rose for you.”
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Post by purelyxstacie30806 on Apr 21, 2007 16:25:03 GMT -5
Promo: What It Means To Be A Sinnex [Part III]
Next Match: Stacie Sinnex vs. Gwen Rose [Champion] Stipulation: Winner is the NEW EWE Women’s Champion
Event: Wrestlemania IV Venue: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Accomplishments: None yet.
Role-play One: What It Means To Be A Sinnex [Part III]
[ Introduction ]
Stacie Sinnex sat in front of her television in her new studio apartment in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada a few days after her multi-destruction interviews with Justin White and Trixy just a few days before. She had gotten the tape from the cameraman Jim, and was watching it in her VCR. She kept rewinding it, and playing, and rewinding, and playing it over and over and over again until she pressed pause, staring at her face. Her face was so tense - so laced with evil - her present self couldn’t stand it. It made her sick to stare in her own eyes - seeing so much evil and intensity coarse through them.
She put down the remote control and sighed lightly, still staring at herself. She shrugged and then flipped off the television and lay back against her bed. Her head laid softly right next to her little pink Razr phone, which started to spew out “How Soon is Now?” in to the air.
She picked up her cell phone and then opened it to check the name. It read ‘UNKNOWN’ on the screen. Stacie was reluctant to answer it but she answered anyway.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: Hello?
There was a slight pause, followed by slightly heavy and quick breathing.
`On the Phone` Person: Hey, Stacie, it’s Cam. I was wondering if you could meet me at the little café we were at a couple days ago…
Cameron Hayden was on the phone with her. He seemed upset, if not more so, than he was the last time they talked face to face.
`Purely Dangerous` Stacie Sinnex: Oh, sure, Cam. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be there right a way.
`On the Phone` Cameron `Needs More` Hayden: All right…see you then.
Stacie hung up her cell phone and then got off her bed. She went over to her full-length mirror and looked at what she was wearing - a black tank top with pink trim, and blue jeans to match. Her long blonde hair was streaked with pink and black today, straight down her back and in front of her shoulders. She looked somewhat presentable. After all the hell she had been going through - her dress damn well should have been good enough to pay a visit to Cameron Hayden.
[ Scene I: Another Meeting ]
The sun seemed to shine at noon over the Hamilton community as Stacie Sinnex made her way in to the quaint café that she and Cameron Hayden had their small talk just a few days before. She causally strolled in to the café, stopping at the counter to order a drink before sitting down to speak with Cam.
She had ordered something different - a Starbuck’s brand of Mocha Cappuccino. It was kept cold in a refrigerator behind the register in a small, cute shaped little bottle. She paid a dollar ninety-five for it, and then made her way over to the same small, dark corner where they had sat previously.
She put her drink down, and then sat down in the chair across from Cameron. She smiled a bit faintly and waved halfheartedly. “Hey, Cam.” She uncapped her drink, and then recapped it and started to shake it to mix up the contents. “What’s up?”
Cameron had his normal black coffee sitting in front of him. It was a slight chilly outside this afternoon - it was apparent due to the steam rising from his coffee. He looked up and looked up to Stacie. “Hey, Stace. Thanks for coming.” He then looked back down to his coffee.
Stacie nodded slowly and closed her eyes, taking a sip of her mocha cappuccino. “It’s no problem,” She said when she put it back down, and swallowed. “I was just reviewing my interviews with Trixy, Justin, and then myself.” She grimaced when she thought about her “Last Lady Standing” to Justin’s face…and then her bulldog slam to Trixy.
Cameron slightly smiled and then shrugged. “I saw…you did major destruction…” He took a sip from his steaming black coffee.
Stacie nodded slowly. “It’s nothing I’m proud of, really. I’m not normally mean…” She said with a shrug.
Cameron scoffed softly and then smirked. “You should be, the aggressive Stacie is a lot better than the walk-over-me Stacie.” He took another sip of his coffee, and then wiped his mouth on the napkin he had underneath his cup.
“Walk-Over-Me Stacie?” Stacie asked, looking up with a faint smile. “I don’t let people walk over me…”
Cameron looked down at the table again, and then shook his head. “Ceno; You keep going back to him…every time he gets hurt, you’re there. If you guys are getting divorced, you guys should just stop being around each other…” He cleared his throat. “He keeps hurting you…so just leave him alone.”
Stacie nodded. “You’re right. You’re so right…but it’s so hard…” Stacie confessed uneasily. “He’s the father of my daughter. I can’t just walk away from that, you know? He’s apart of her, apart of me…”
Cameron drew in a deep breath and then exhaled rather staggered. “Yeah, he's a part of her...and that unfortunate. But he's only a part of you because you let him be a part of you..." he looked down at the floor for a second, seeming deep in thought. "He's like an addiction Stacie... and just like most addictions, he's slowly killing you.”
Stacie looked down, putting her hand around her mocha cappuccino bottle and then sighed again, nodding slowly. “I know, you’re right. But sometimes its’ hard to break away. I don’t want you to think I’m making up excuses…I’m not. He’s a freak, I know…but I just want my baby to grow up with a father. I guess that’s why I’m holding on so hard…” Stacie took a sip of her drink and put it down.
Cameron just kept looking at the floor, hardly able to find the words to what he wanted to say. "You know... being a father isn't just about who's blood is in your veins... it's about your actions... and do you really want your daughter being raised by THAT anyway?"
Stacie shook her head, feeling a bit of emotional tears rush to her eyes. She was worried about Iyari’s well being…but what about her own? Thinking of her before her daughter was selfish but if she kept Iyari away from him, he’d find her…probably kill Stacie, and steal Iyari…corrupting her forever. “Of course not…”
Cameron just leaned against the wall. "You know... a male influence IS important, but you need to be sure it's the right kind of person. A guy like James could fuck that kid up for the rest of her life. I suggest you stop worrying about who's sperm she was made from... and start worrying about who can raise her into the kind of person you want your daughter to become."
Stacie sighed lightly and nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. “You’re absolutely right. I’m so glad that you called me to have this talk…I almost didn’t accept…Last time, it didn’t seem like you wanted someone to talk to…but like I said, I’m glad you called.” Stacie nodded again.
Cameron just nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry if I seem a bit distant sometimes; Things just get... kind of weird, from time to time, around here. But yeah, any time you want to talk, I'm here."
Stacie nodded. She understood exactly what Cam was talking about. If she didn’t know his situation, she definitely knew when things got weird in her own experiences. She had enough with the weird experiences with James…and now it was time to find her own place, her own person, and her own life away from her ex-husband. Cameron was right…she needed to think of her and her daughter, to be safe from the psycho known as James Ceno. “Cam, you don’t have to apologize, alright? I mean I completely understand if things are going on right now…I’m just glad you called me. I didn’t think you would.”
He just nodded "Well, I'm always here if you need anything, you've got the number... and I'm sure Shawn's still willing to help out any way he can. Don't worry Stace, you've got a lot of support around you now. You've got no need for him anymore."
Stacie nodded. She did, however, have a new thought cross her mind…and she wasn’t afraid to ask it, either. “Just out of curiousity, why are you and Shawn eager to help me? I mean nobody else is…so why, out of the skies of the heavens, are you guys willing to put yourselves in front of Ceno to protect Iyari and I?”
Cam just chuckled a little "Well, to be totally honest... I think Shawn kind of enjoys the whole 'damsel in distress thing'... besides, he has a major hatred toward guys who hurt women. As for me; ...I don’t know... guess I just want to help you.
Stacie smiled lightly, taking another sip of her mocha cappuccino, and then put it down, and cleared her throat. The thought of what Cameron said made her laugh, but she only did on the inside. “Shawn never ceases to surprise me. He’s always got something up his sleeve. I guess that’s what attracted me to him. But now that he’s got that new chick…I just figure it’s time for me to get on with my life. You know, look towards the future. I have to prepare for Gwen Rose - I know that’s not going to be an easy task.”
Cam looked a bit surprised "Whoa... what? Attracted? Trust me Stace, Shawn's not the kind of guy you want to get involved with. I've seen what happens to girls who go that route, and honestly, it never ends well."
She nodded, again, chuckling. She then traced her finger of her left hand over her right hand and looked up to Cameron without lifting her head. “And what about you? What’s your story?”
Cameron's first instinct, as always, was to get a little sarcastic "Well, it all started many years ago, with my mother hopping into the back of an old Ford..." he grinned mischievously.
Stacie instantly looked up and grimaced. “No!…No…no…ew…no…Not that story.” She laughed a bit. “Why are you so…mysterious, so sad, so easily to keep away from everybody else?”
He let out a long sigh "Well, actually, that story's almost as long... let's just say my life's been one big tragedy after another... so it takes me a while to open up to people."
Stacie nodded. She wouldn’t pry, but she would throw out what she had to, as far as words, to see if he’d open up to her just a bit. “I understand how you feel.” She spoke in a depressed, almost monotonous tone. “When I was thirteen…my dad raped my mom, and then raped me too in the old, dank basement we had when I was growing up. He then killed my mother right in front of my little eyes…and then got drunk as hell when he finished. I ended up stabbing him repeatedly in the chest while he was unconscious from the alcohol. Ever since then, I guess, I’ve always confided in someone to protect me. That’s what I thought James was doing.” She sighed softly and then licked her lips, folding her arms on the tabletop. She looked down at her arms, taking a shuddering deep breath.
Cam just shakes his head "And really, that’s what he wanted... you to think he was protecting you, to trust him, so he could hurt you, and use you for his own purposes. A lot like what it sounds like your father did."
Stacie nodded a bit and then sighed again, reluctantly. “I am afraid he’s going to find me in my new apartment…and then steal her away…You see, I just recently moved out of Shawn’s apartment, where he let me stay after James burned our house down. Now I have my own place…I’m afraid he’s going to find us when he’s out of the hospital.”
Cam thought for a second, then nodded a bit to himself "Well, if you ever want a place to lay low... let me know... as long as I'm around, you've got a place to crash."
Stacie smiled a bit, and looked down once more. “Well, I was wondering…could you say with me? You know…so I’m on my own turf…and if he comes by…I can call the cops, or you could kick his ass or something; to protect us? I really want to try and be on my own…it’d help if someone were with me…for the first few nights I was in my apartment. I hate to ask…I hate to be such an inconvenience.
Cameron just shook his head and looked at Stacie with a reassuring smile "Of course, I totally understand. And well, I still have to kind of look after Monika but... as long as you don't mind if she comes with me, sure, I'd love to."
Stacie’s face brightened up. “Oh! Gosh, no, I don’t mind. The more the merrier, I say.” She then stood up, and picked up her drink she hadn’t quite finished yet. “Well, I better get going, cleaning up and whatnot to do in my place before you both come over. It was great talking to you. Take care.”
Cameron gave her a little smile as she grabbed her drink "Yeah, it's no problem. See ya later Stacie... and good luck on Sunday."
She offered a smile out of thanks before turning and heading out of the café and to her apartment to set up for Cameron and Monika’s stay.
[ Scene II: Truth or Fiction ]
Within the last few months of my life, I had been through many hardships…many terrors, and many other situations. They’re just very hard to describe. And I know that many more hardships are still to come…
Even though what led me to the Extreme Wrestling Federation has departed from my body, mind, and soul, I still find my momentum and motivation to be the opponents I happened to be facing at the time…and one of the most recent opponents I happen to be facing is the most unique one of them all.
Gwen Rose may be born naturally as a male, but she is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life. And I know that flattery won’t get me anywhere, that’s not why I’m telling you this. She is the women’s champion right now…the woman I’m going to be facing in just a few days. She’s tough…very tough…I learned that when I faced her as my debut here.
I had watched her most recent words to me just moments before I’m here, talking to you about her. The things she said about me and about James - they were all true. You don’t’ know how much he’s changed…and how much I’ve started to be like him. I don’t want to be like him…I pray to God that I don’t end up like him…
The thing between James and I, as Gwen put it, was that he’s an asshole with no heart…and after I took out Trixy, I’m no better than he is. I am losing my cool. I’m becoming someone that I do not wish to be, and it’s so frustrating because I feel like he’s trying to get in to my mind.
I feel like he’s prying…
Prying in to my mind to make me falter. And I don’t want to falter…
“Tell me about your match with Gwen Rose, then?” Cameron Hayden replied quickly, noting that I was becoming very uncomfortable. He had relaxed more in the leather couch sitting to the left of the main wall in my studio apartment.
I cleared my throat and nodded and took a deep breath.
Well, to be quite honest, even though I say I’m not intimidated - I am, quite a bit. Not because she’s different from me - she’s not - it’s just that she finds my weakness and releases them. They sort of blind-side me. I can feel that I’m becoming like James with every breath and action I take…
“Well, that’s easy,” Cameron, said, clearing his throat. “Don’t become like him. Take charge of your life, Stacie, it’s not that hard to breathe on your own, without his permission.”
I nodded slowly, and shrugged a bit.
I’ll try…for Iyari.
“Do it for yourself too…” Monika chimed in, coming to sit next to her brother.
I nodded with a faint smile and then looked down at my hands whilst I sat across from them…
Monika got up and shyly went to sit by Stacie. “So, enough about depressing stuff…tell me about your match with Gwen Rose.”
I nodded slowly and then closed my eyes…
Tomorrow night is the time of a lifetime… I get to get my hands on the title… Something I’ve wanted to do since I debuted in EWE last year…only Candice Michelle was the worthless champion. I hated her so much…she talked too much shit…made me look like I was a worthless person…I’m not, you know.
But Gwen is doing the same thing. But she won’t hurt me. Even if I lose tomorrow night, I’ll walk out with pride that I didn’t quit because I ran away or that I let James win…and I would hope I get to have a rematch after the fact…
But anyways, like I keep saying, I’m going to hit her with everything that I have…I’ll give her the Last Lady Standing over and over if I have to…
“But that might not be enough!” Monika squealed.
Cameron and I had looked at her. I cracked a sly smile.
Don’t you worry; I’ll have a plan…
I got up and went to my room, then, and closed the door. In my room, waiting for me was a camera that was shooting as I had entered…I closed the door, leaving Cameron and Monika talking, about something, I don’t know.
I walked over to the camera with a smile that just wouldn’t die…and I giggled a bit, grabbing the camera by the base and stared in to it.
Ladies and Gentlemen…
Welcome to my era. Tomorrow night, whether I walk out of Wrestlemania a champion or not, my era will start…I will take out all who oppose me…all who want to get in my way…all who want to stop me…And first I will start with…
Gwen Rose.
You little pretty, want to be chick…you should have stayed at home, where you’re welcomed. Now you’ve crossed the line and pissed me off. You claim to know me, to know what I’ve gone through - you’ve been through more painful situations recently? Here, I thought people went through painful things all the time - equally painful, just different in situations. But no, you seem to think that everything happens to you has to be some big disaster.
You think that I’m turning in to James Ceno - you’re right. I’m turning into a has been, steroid abusing, egotistical son of a bitch. There’s only one thing different from him and I…and that is self-control.
You don’t see it, but I do. I have control, and tomorrow night, I’ll control you all over that ring. Sleept tight, Gwenie Gwen, Gwen.
Tonight you’re in heaven…
But tomorrow, you’ll be in pure hell.
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Post by .:|Gwen Rose|:. on Apr 22, 2007 22:14:23 GMT -5
In My Shoes Chapter XIII
The funeral. It had been just two days since I lost him. My Chet. I sat in the front row at the funeral. To the left of me was Chet’s Mother, Father, and younger sister. To the right of me was my Mother, Stacey, and Alex. The Priest was speaking, and my head was bowed, a tissue in my hand. I held my Mother’s hand, tightly. She always did that when I was upset, she’d grab my hand and squeeze it three times. The first squeeze represented the word ‘I.’ The second ‘Love.’ and the third ‘You.” it was yet another childish thing, but at this point, I was clinging to the childish things. Clinging to the love of my Mother, because I needed it. I needed her. She was my rock.
“And now, to deliver a eulogy, Chet Ryan’s girlfriend, Miss Gwen Rose,” The Priest said, catching me off guard. I rose to my feet, and squeezed my Mother’s hand, before letting go, and making my way to the podium, just feet away from Chet’s body. The embalmer did such a great job, he looked like he was asleep. But, sadly, he wasn’t. I looked at his lips. I wanted to kiss those lips. I wanted to be held in those arms. I wanted to rest my head on that chest. I wanted to be with him. And have him hold me. I stood there, looking over the body, as everybody in the crowd looked up at me. People from my school. My family. Chet’s family.
I cleared my throat.
“Chet Ryan was an amazing man. He was a football star, leading Central to the state title last year. Go Little Green,” I said, a phrase Chet often said to rally the team during the huddle. “Chet was my boyfriend. He cared about me like almost nobody has before-“
“Yeah, and why is that Ed?” A voice called out from the back o the Church. The voice was familiar. A figure made his way into the room. It was Jose.
“Oh no,” I said, turning pale.
“Yeah, Ed,” Why don’t you tell us why nobody cared about you like your big faggot boyfriend?” Johnny asked, walking into the room.
“Leave me alone!” I yelled out.
“What’s wrong, shemale?!” Tony yelled.
A few members of Chet’s family, and Alex got up, and began to push them out of the room.
“What?” Johnny yelled. “C’mon, Al, you know all about Ed up there. The fucking Drag Queen!”
As all of this commotion went on, I made my way over to Chet’s casket. I cupped his face, as tears fell down my cheeks.
“I love you, my Prince,”
”I love you too, Princess.”
Can you tell I'm faking it? But I want to be myself A counterfeit disposition Can't be good for my health So many different faces Depending on the different phases My personality changes I'm a chameleon There's more than one dimension I can fool you and attract attention Camouflage my nature Let me demonstrate...
I laid on my bed, wrapped in my pink comforter. Comforter was quite the ironic name for it, seeing as that was what I needed most, now. Comfort. The CD player was playing, but the music seemed so far away. It was No Doubt’s “Underneath it all,” but I just couldn’t focus on the music. I had been trying to take a nap, but I found it impossible to close my eyes. Impossible to get any real sleep.
Each time I closed my eyes, a nightmare would leap onto her and attack me, like a savage beast, trying to claw away at my skin, and devour her whole. The nightmares were all different, and diverse in their contents, but starkly similar in their premise. I would be locked in a room, and then a group of guy would come in, and strip me and laugh at me, or they would beat me up, and cut my hair to look like that of a boy, or just kill me.
It was not fun, at all. And this had been happening every single time I slept since Chet’s funeral. I had tried so hard, but these nightmares woke me up, and shook me up so badly, I just laid there the entire rest of the night thinking about how crazy it was. And questioning why had it happened.
But, I had no answers. Which is why I was in my room, giving a half-hearted effort at sleeping, but really, I was staring at Chet’s picture. I kept it next to my bed. I was thinking back to all of our happy times together
Staring at the stars. Watching movies, cuddling on the couch. Everything that made me think how perfect, or close to perfect, my life had become. But what was I thinking? Nothing in my life could ever be perfect. At least not very long.
The first 14 years of my life had been hell. Growing up forced to dress in boy clothes, when all I wanted was to be a little girl, like the ones I was in class with. I didn’t want this thing between my legs. I just wanted to be a girl. And for a while, not a long enough while, my desire to marry Chet was the only thing larger than that. But, I didn’t have Chet anymore. So, besides moping, and being sad, the only desire I had left to live for, is becoming a woman. I wanted it more than anything. And now, nothing stood in the way of my desire. Nothing at all.
I decided sleeping was going to be futile. But, I didn’t want to rise from my bed, until I smelled what, at th time, smelled like heaven to me. Coffee. Someone was making a pot of coffee. I rose from my bed, and made my way down the steps. Rubbing my tired eyes, as I made my way into the kitchen. Standing there, wasn’t my Mom. But, my sister Pearl. Or, as we called her, Chita.
“Hey there, sis,” She said, smiling at me. “Close your mouth, before you catch something in there, honey.”
“Chita!” I squealed, running over to my sister and throwing my arms around her. “Missed you so much!”
“I missed you to,” She poked me on the tip of my nose. “Now, I hear you’ve had some pretty rough stuff going on.”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Chita asked, stirring the creamer and sugar she had put into the cup of coffee steaming in her right hand.
“My boyfriend was shot and killed. And it was all my fault, Chita,” I said, as tears began to well in my eyes. “He was trying to protect me, and it just got him killed!”
“Gweny! That couldn’t be true!” She said.
“It is, Chita. A bunch of a guys, they had me locked in a room, and he went to try and get me free. And they shot him,” I cried more. I couldn’t help it. It just flowed out of me. I think the tears were more of a manifestation of my lack of sleep, and the feeling of complete loss that was covering me. It was a bleak, painful existence.
My sister put her arm around me, and I rested my head on her shoulder. Could life be any worse? I was soon to find out.
Just then my Mother poked her head in the room. I already felt queasy about the timing of her entrance. And she looked at me and didn’t smile, I was sure it was more bad news being stacked on top of the hell I was already going through.
“Gwen,” My Mom said, sighing afterwards. “I need to talk to you.”
I looked at my sister, and she avoided my gaze. She already knew. What was it? Please, I begged. don’t let it be painful.
I made my way into the living room. I hadn’t noticed before, but my Mom was wearing her reading glasses, which she only wore when she did bills. This didn’t make sense. Why would she be wearing them, when she was going to talk to me? My Mother was never one to do things solely for dramatic effect.
“What’s going on, Momma?” I asked.
“Well,” She took the glasses off, and they hung down on the chain she kept them on. “Gwen, you know how much I want to get you your surgery, so you be just like everyone else.”
I nodded.
“But, Chita’s school raised the tuition. If I pay the money for her to be able to keep going to school, we won’t be able to afford your surgery this year,” My Mom said.
“What?” I said, stunned.
“Chtia’s school-“
“I heard you,” I squeaked out, my throat beginning to clench out of sorrow and anger. “But...how?”
“Gwen, I hate to say it, but the only way we’ll be able to get the surgery, is if you get a job, and give all of the money towards the surgery.”
I hung my head. For some reason, I didn’t want my mother to see me crying over this. I was supposed to be stronger than this surgery. I was supposed to be able to persevere without it, if I had to. But, the surgery being taken from me was a huge blow to my spirit. It seemed my entire universe was crashing in on me. I hated it. It just killed me.
Once I composed myself, I raised my head. “Fine,” I smiled at my Mom as I stood up, and walked out of the room, a confident shell over my soft, weeping interior.
I went to bed that night, and decided to hit the streets running the next day. I went to bed that night, and I actually slept. I guess when you have no lower to go, the world kinda takes pity on you, so at least, when everything around you is shit, you can be living in shit, well rested.
I awoke that morning, and I went through the Classified ads in the paper. In red pen, I circled a few different places, and decided to make my way out. After a day of application filling out, I waited for the phone calls, which slowly trickled in. Less than two days after my excursion, I got a few calls. But, there was one hitch.
Each one of those calls was to Eddie Rose, Jr.
The first interview I had was to the local grocery store. Hannaford supermarket. I got dressed in the best clothing I had. It was sad. I had been trying so hard to make myself appear feminine, that I couldn’t even pass as a true boy any more. I had noticeable breasts, I had finely trimmed eye brows, long hair, and I had a feminine shape.
I decided to dress conservatively, wearing a pair of loose black dress pants, and a white blouse. I had my hair back in a pony tail, and I thought I looked as good as I could. I amde my way into the store and walked up to the counter.
“Hi, um, I’m here for an interview,” I said to the woman behind the Customer Service desk.
“Hold on, Hun,” The woman said, and picked up the in-store phone, paging the two managers who would be interviewing me.
After a few minutes, they arrived, and gave me a questioning look.
“We’re supposed to be meeting with Edward Rose, Jr.” The taller man with a raspy voice said.
“Yeah,” I said. “That’s me.”
After a few minutes, we were in their office.
“So, Miss, er, Mister-“ The other man started, sounding unsure.
“Miss,” I stated for him.
“Okay, miss Rose, may I ask, why is Edward your first name?” He asked
“Well, Edward is only my legal name. I go by Gwen,” I said.
“Gwen, hm,” The man with the raspy voice said. “Why is that?”
“I was,” I let out a sigh. “I was born a male. I’m transgendered.”
“Hm, okay,” the two men both said, giving each other uncomfortable looks. “We’ll make sure to call you.”
I smiled, standing as they did. “Thank you.”
“Not a problem Ed- Gwen,” the man with the raspy voice said.
I reached out my hand, but neither of them shook it, so I took it back, feeling a little rejected, but getting my hopes buoyed by the fact they told me they’d call me back.
I got the exact same treatment at three other stores.
If you bore me then I'm comfortable If you interest me I'm scared My attraction paralyzes me No courage to show my true colors that exist But I want to be the real thing But if you catch my eye can't be authentic The one's I loath are the one's that know me the best
Gwen Rose, the EWE Women’s Champion sat backstage. She had the Championship belt resting in her lap, as she ran her hands over it.
“Stacie it is time for you and I to lock horns once and for all. And finally, when you and I are face to face, ready to stare down the deciding match, we will know who truly is the stronger person.
“Neither of our lives have been kisses and hugs the whole time. But, I’ve been able to survive much more than you have. Everything you went through destroyed you, defeated you, turned you into a shell of a person. You were forced into being hollow. But me? I took everything I could on the chin, but I got up, and I went after vindication.
“And why? For no other reason than I had to. So while you’re running around getting sprayed in the face by James Ceno’s black semen, I am picking up and moving forward. And I will do just that. I will make my way into this match, and I will break you in half. And why? Because I am better than you. Because at the end of the day, when you and I are at the end of this match, and my hand is raised in victory, you will have to face the facts: Gwen Rose is the better wrestler.
“Gwen Rose is superior. And Gwen Rose is nobody to be messed with.
“I have lived my life waiting for acceptance to come to me. Well, no longer. From now on, you will accept me, or I will beat you half to death. And as accepting and sweet as you have been, Stacie, it is time for you and I to lock horns. And only the strong will survive.
“And you’re not the strong.
“Stacie Sinnex, I have a red rose for you.”
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Post by purelyxstacie30806 on Apr 22, 2007 23:05:27 GMT -5
Promo: What It Means To Be A Sinnex [Part IV]
Next Match: Stacie Sinnex vs. Gwen Rose [Champion] Stipulation: Winner is the NEW EWE Women’s Champion
Event: Wrestlemania IV Venue: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Accomplishments: None yet.
Role-play One: What It Means To Be A Sinnex [Part IV]
[ Introduction - Dream Sequence ]
The setting was dark…shadowy trees all around…fog started to roll in…not the thin morning fog on a humid day, but the fog that usually crept up during a horror movie. The trees looked decrepit and rotten…and the branches appeared to be like arms with spiky little fingers waiting to grab someone if they were walking by. Everything appeared eerie, black and white, and almost anticlimactic.
There stood Stacie Sinnex - the only thing in Technicolor in this atmosphere. Her peach skin and golden blonde hair stood out the most - aside from the wildly pink and white striped shirt and black tight hip hugging jeans that flared at the end. She had no shoes on, which was strange enough in it self.
There was a path on the ground that could be seen through the thick and vast fog that kept rolling in. It was a sidewalk. To Stacie’s bare feet, the cement was cool and somewhat smooth.
Stacie tried to scream…but her voice echoed back, somewhat drowned out.
She started to walk along the path, with each step, feeling the cool cement under her feet. She hugged her arms tightly to her chest, as if she was clinging to herself for dear life. Truth be told, she was a little chilly - the fog wasn’t warm - it was like a light mist that seemed to have surrounded her to over take her like the Woogyman would have almost done to Phoebe Halliwell in the first season of Charmed.
She rubbed her bare hands up and down her bare arms, looking left and right as she would past the scenery. Nothing seemed to have changed - eerie trees, fog, darkness, it was all the same.
“Anastasia, get away!” Came a shrilling scream of a voice that seemed very familiar to Stacie. It echoed very clearly to her ears, coming from behind her.
Stacie turned around. She saw her mum, her dad pressed against her on the ground. Her mom was half naked, bloody, and bruised from head to toe. His pants were off, and he was trusting mindlessly into Stacie’s mum while she lay there, crying. Her face was smudged with dirt, tears, blood, and contorted in pain.
Stacie’s father put his hand over her mother’s mouth, continuing to thrust in to her. “Shut up, woman!” he yelled at her, his words slurred from drinking before and during his evil acts.
The whole scene that Stacie was seeing was transparent - like ghosts would be if they existed.
Stacie approached the scene, screaming, feeling tears upon her hot cheeks. “Mom! Mommmm!!…Please, stop him!” she screamed, her voice, once again, echoing back to her, drowned out. She ran up to the back of her father, and tried to pull him off of her mom, but her hands just went through his back…She couldn’t stop him.
Then, Stacie backed up a little bit, hearing a little girl’s voice scream suddenly. “Momma! Momma!” Her voice was hoarse from screaming and wrenched with sobs. Stacie then saw a transparent picture of herself at thirteen, the age of which she was when this event had happened, run at her father, trying to pull him off of her mom.
The man looked up at the little girl, and then pulled out a pocket knife, and opened it, and wrenched it in to the chest of the little girl’s mother…
Stacie screamed again, tightening up her fists. “NO, YOU ASSHOLE! NO, NO, NO!” She was watching the pain again, being revealed before her very eyes.
The man then went up to the little girl, and pushed her up against an invisible wall - the wall she had been pushed up again in the basement so many years ago. He had undid her pants, and took out his member and shoved it hard in to her…The little girl screamed so loudly, so hoarsely, he slapped her from behind, which caused her to yell again, but she got quiet.
Stacie stood off to the side, putting her hands to her lips, sobbing; as she watched herself get raped…She took huge breaths, as if she was hyperventilating…
When he was finished with her, he slapped her down to the floor and went to lie down on the ground somewhere away from what he has done. He had a bottle of pure whiskey, uncapped it, and started to drink it down. Within about five or six swallows, her father was unconscious.
The little version of Stacie had stayed quiet until she saw he was unconscious…she crawled over to her mother and kissed her forehead, while pulling out the pocketknife. She then whispered, “I love you, momma…” and then walked over to her father, and looked up at the eerie sky. “Oh, please, God, Help me…” and then with tears in her eyes, she rammed the knife in to the chest of her father thirteen times…thirteen long, agonizingly, yet, seemingly pleasurable to her…
They were gone. The scene played out.
Stacie wiped her face, walking through the area where she had once relived the most horrible thing that had ever happened in her life. Her whole body was shaking with every step she took now…she was afraid - afraid that her past was literally coming back to haunt her.
After taking another step, Stacie saw herself standing with a shirt in her hand and a black bag seeming to be floating in mid air right next to her. She was folding clothes and putting them in to a duffle. That’s when she saw her ex-husband, James Ceno walk in.
“Stacie, what are you doing?” He asked, his voice, too, clear and echoing. He looked distraught, and uneasy as he had been watching Stacie fold her clothes.
The illusion of Stacie seemed sad as well, as she folded yet another shirt. “I’m packing, Jamie. I’m leaving.” She set the shirt in to the bag.
He looked even more distraught. “What, why?” He walked over to her and took her wrists in his hands so she wouldn’t fold and pack anymore.
Stacie crossed her arms, watching the illusion, remembering what it was: The day Stacie left James for the first time. She took a deep breath, and then sighed most of it out of her lungs, and then kept watching.
“Because,” The Illusion Stacie said, feeling sobs chocking in the back of her throat, “I can’t take it anymore. I can’t do this. I can’t win a match, I can’t keep the girls off you, the guys won’t lay off of me, and further more…I just need some time.”
James tried every possible way to change her mind, but nothing he said worked.
Stacie had finished packing in the illusion, and then pulled out a plane ticket. “I have a one-way ticket to Hamilton that leaves in an hour and thirty. I have to go.” She had approached James, who had taken her in a hug. She hugged him back, and then pulled back to kiss his lips - long and deep - and then pulled away, and walked out of the scene, fading.
He started to cry, putting his hands in to his pockets, and then his illusion disappeared too.
Stacie, standing there alone again, sighed and then continued to walk down the path. As she was walking, she felt pains and bruises and old cuts all over her body, but she didn’t see any - her body was clear of any harmful mark. But she looked up and then saw Jason Ceno - James’ younger brother. He looked angry, cracking his knuckles and then slamming his left hand fist in to his flat right hand. “I’m going to kill you dead, girl…” he yelled, then, and then charged at Stacie.
There was no illusion of Stacie this time - he was charging at her! She didn’t even bother to move…the illusion just ran right through her and as she turned around, he had disappeared.
Stacie turned around, planting her hands on her abdomen as she heard cries of pain echo through the fogged-filled area. She saw a hospital bed where she was laying, in labor, with Gemini holding her hand and being her birthing coach.
Gemini had dabbed Stacie’s forehead, holding her hand firmly. “You’re doing wonderful, Stacie, you’re almost there…” she said, through tears.
Stacie looked up at Gem with tears in her eyes, sweat draining down her face. She was holding Gem’s hand tight; the pain was almost unbearable. Through panted deep breaths, Stacie cried, “Oh, my fucking god, it hurts…I can’t do this alone!” She had laid her head back against the pillow, looking up at he ceiling. “Why did I leave you, Jamie…” she whispered, and then clenched her eyes tightly closed. “I love you…”
Gemini dabbed Stacie’s head again, and kissed her forehead. “You’re not alone, baby girl. I’m sure that where ever he is, he’s thinking about you…” She started to cry relentlessly. “And I’m here for you…”
Stacie cried out again, lifting her head. Her vision was practically blurry, but she could still see that her legs were in stirrups, and her stomach still had the baby inside. There was a doctor at the end of Stacie’s bed with protective clothing on, looking up to check on the movement of the baby.
“The baby isn’t moving…” The doctor finally said. She had stood up and then looked over at Stacie and Gem.
“What?” Stacie said, through more painful contractions and deep breathing. “What’s wrong with my baby?”
“It’s not moving down the birth canal, which means that the baby may be breech.” she had replied. “There is one thing I can try though…and that is that I can see if it is breeched, and then I’ll have to reach in and try to manually turn it around.”
Moments had passed that had confirmed that the baby was breech, and now the doctor had reached up in to Stacie’s body to turn the young one around.
After twenty minutes, Stacie had been watching the illusion of Iyari’s birth.
“Push!” The doctor had cried finally…
Stacie had been sitting up with Gem still holding her hand for moral support. Stacie laid her head back and cried out, “I can’t…I can’t…it burns…”
Gemini rubbed her shoulders. “Baby doll, you can do it. Bring that beautiful child in to this world…for it…”
Stacie had looked up at Gemini with a soft smile, and then looked down, putting her chin to her chest, and started to push as hard as she could…
The doctor was ready, counting down from ten, to measure the length of time of the pushing, and then when she reached one, she looked up at Stacie. “The head is out…and it’s a beautiful baby, now…you need one more push…you can do it, Stacie.”
Stacie nodded and then started to push again, crying in agony as she did. She was taking deep breaths, and groaning in pain - the worse pain she had ever felt in her entire life.
The doctor had counted down from ten to one…and then exclaimed, “We have a new baby!” The doctor held the baby up to show Stacie…
“A girl?” Stacie asked, feeling tears drain down her cheeks.
Gemini stroked her back. “She’s beautiful…A miracle.”
“A little miracle…” Stacie said, crying. She watched the doctor cut the cord, and then take the baby over to be cleaned up, wrapped up with a baby blanket, and then a nurse put a little pink hat upon her head. She then handed the babe to her mother.
Stacie watched herself relive Iyari’s birth up until Gemini disappeared from Stacie’s side. The doctors disappeared too, leaving Stacie laying alone, holding her daughter.
Then, it disappeared.
Stacie, who had been watching this all, seemed to have taken it all well. There were tears in her eyes, but she wasn’t upset anymore. She kept walking…
Walking…walking…
Until she hit an invisible wall - she couldn’t walk forward. Her vision seemed a bit blurry again - like it was during childbirth - but it slowly became clear. She saw herself again…this time, more recent. She saw James, too, with her, arguing - screaming - fighting. The words weren’t clear to her ears…but she could tell that this was the fight that had caused them to get divorced.
The scene had fast-forward.
Stacie was watching the fight they had at Ashlocke’s house…He had pushed her down, twice, and then laid her in on the floor of Ashlocke’s living room.
Watching these illusions pushed no emotions out of her…She wasn’t affected in the least of what she had seen James do to her. It had happened so many times before, that she wasn’t about to let it get to her now.
After she had seen herself become unconscious in Ashlocke’s living room, the scene had faded once again…except James didn’t disappear. He was looking straight at Stacie - the real one. Something had changed about him…he was no longer transparent. And he was running at her.
He had grabbed her by her forearms and then shook her, his eyes becoming red. His grip was so tight it hurt her. “You little bitch!” he screamed in her face.
Her eyes closed, tears piercing out of them. “Let me go! Please let me go!” She couldn’t move her arms. He was so strong.
He clenched her tighter, shaking her harder. “You ruined my life…you took everything that was pure and good to me and left me here to rot by myself!” He threw her to the ground and then pushed her on to her back. He straddled her, forcing himself down on her abdomen. “Now, I’m going to ruin your life…” He still held her down, her arms trying to frail around but they couldn’t.
Stacie tried to kick her legs to wiggle out from underneath him but it was no use. He had her where he wanted her…
James cracked an evil smile as the dark, tar-like creature came out from hiding and was on his back…It was oozing and spreading vastly over his back, spilling over his shoulders and on to Stacie’s front.
She squirmed and wiggled and tried to get free. He was just too strong! “Help! Please, somebody help me!”
James started to cackle an evil laugh, as did the tar-like creature…spilling over James’ shoulder and on to Stacie’s front, more, and more, and more…until the tar reached her mouth and then started to enter inside of her…
As it entered her, her eyes closed as her body shook horribly underneath James…She was breathing so hoarsely…
Finally, the entire tar-like creature had entered her body. She slowly opened her eyes…they were red…hazed over by evil. The being had possessed her…forcing his will over her will. He even forced her to speak for him - “Now, I am in you,” an evil, demonic male voice spoke from her lips.
Stacie still had to try to get her control back, and she did, just barely. “NO, YOU EVIL BASTARD, GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME! GET OUT OF ME RIGHT NOW!” She screamed, trying to shake herself lose of James’ grasp, but in a split second, he had her once again…
“Welcome to my world, bitch…” came the evil voice, again.
Stacie tried to sit up, fighting to get control.
The evil inside of her slammed her down hard against the ground. She was screaming, however, on her own, bloody murder. She forced herself to sit up, and then screamed out, once again.
She sat up, a sweaty mess. She was still screaming, her body trembling tremendously underneath her covers. She looked around, seeing nothing but the walls of her bedroom of her new studio apartment. She then turned her head and saw Cameron Hayden sitting on her bed, his hands on her legs, shaking her. He was trying to get her to wake.
“Stacie, holy Jesus! What is the matter! What happened?” he exclaimed when she had finally woke up.
Stacie was hugging her blankets to her, looking out over them in a trance… “I don’t know…” she said, her breaths quick and hasty.
“Why the hell were you screaming? You sounded like you were dying!” Cameron said, rubbing his hand on her left leg, on top of the covers.
She looked at him, fear in her eyes. “I think he’s coming for me.”
[ Scene I: These Are My Confessions… ]
At two o’clock in the morning, Stacie had gotten woken up from a very horrible night me she had had. She had tried everything in her mindset to go back to sleep, yet every time she did, she had closed her eyes to the illusion that James’ evil was taking her over.
Gwen had said that she was becoming a lot like he was - her dream had proved it. She didn’t need to open her eyes to that fact any longer.
She tossed and turned, the thought burning on her mind.
At four am, she couldn’t take it anymore. She got out of bed, and headed straight to the kitchen.
Cameron Hayden sat at the kitchen table in Stacie’s Hamilton, Ontario apartment. Cameron had a light of a chandelier that hung over the table lit up, as he sat there with a copy of a book lying open. His eyes scanned the page, as you can see the soft glow of the streetlights below, and the noises of cars that had been passing down the street. A clock on the wall read 4:08 in bright red numbers. Cameron couldn’t sleep, either.
Stacie sat down at the kitchen table across from Cameron. He could feel her looking at her.
“Hey,” Cam says, his voice raspy, as if he had been sitting there for hours, with very limited use of it.
“Hey,” Stacie said back, walking towards the table and sitting down across from Cameron.” It’s so late. What are you doing up?”
Cameron laughed. “I had a few nightmares. I couldn’t sleep. You?”
“I came out to get a drink of water,” Stacie said.
“Look,” Cameron said. “You asked about why I was so depressed, and moody, and I kind of blew you off. I feel bad, since this is your home. SO, I think I should tell you...”
“Cam,” Stacie said. “You don’t have to…”
“No, Stacie. I do have to. I have to tell someone. I feel like I am losing my mind,” Cameron said.
“Alright,” Stacie smiled warmly. “I am all-ears.”
“Okay,” Cameron started. “Well, I was dating Jade Chung, a nice, great girl. I was so close to proposing, but something always came up, each time. And then, she gets tossed down a flight of stairs, by this psycho bitch. She’s in the hospital, and they’re seriously scared she is going to die. And some guy, shows up, and says he can save her. All I have to do is sell him my soul, and he’d make sure she lived. Well, I did.”
Cameron paused to judge Stacie’s reaction. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem shocked, in disbelief, or anything. She had her hand up to her mouth, and nodded. He continued his story. “Well, I failed to do one of the things stipulated in the contract I signed. And Hadrian... erased me from Jade’s memory. She literally has no idea who I am, or even that we ever dated. And, it just kind of broke me down. I haven’t been the same since.”
“Oh, Cam,” Stacie said, moving from her hair, to the one next to Cameron. “Did all of that really happen?” Stacie asked.
“Yeah,” Cameron nodded.
She put her hand on his. “I’m always here for you.”
Cameron smiled. “Thanks.”
Stacie nodded slowly and got up. She walked to the sink and turned the water on, while getting a glass from the cabinet above the sink, and then filled it with water. She turned around and faced Cameron after taking a sip. “You know, I have things on my mind - not like that - but probably equally hurtful in my own mind.” She approached the table and sat down.
Cameron looked up at Stacie as she sat down and then closed his book. “Like what?”
“Well,” Stacie started, taking a deep breath, “Not a day goes by that I don’t think about James Ceno. I mean, I can’t stop thinking about him, right? He’s apart of Iyari’s blood…I can’t just let that go.”
Cameron looked down at his book, and then looked at Stacie. “There are things in your life you have to let go. I let go with what Hadrian did to Jade…you have to let go of James Ceno even though he’s your daughter’s blood-father. You really don’t need him around her…for her safety, and yours, and more importantly - for his.”
Stacie nodded slowly and then took a long, drawn out breath. “I went to see him today at the arena in Toronto. I had to go get a hotel room set up area for you, Monika, Iyari, and myself, and I decided to stop by…and I ran in to James. We got in to it about our separation. He said that he was free from commitment so he could sleep around if he wanted - but I can’t. He even said that if anything were to happen between us, that he wouldn’t be so welcoming to me if I returned to him…I got really mad…” Stacie said, pausing to breathe. “He basically gave me a double standard! He can have sex but I can’t even have a crush on a friend? What kind of shit is that?!”
“He’s chauvinistic.” Cameron replied. “He feels he can do what he wants and get away with it, but you can’t. He doesn’t seem to understand what the word divorced means.”
Stacie just seemed to smirk, taking another sip of her water. “Apparently not…” She said, but then replied to her own statement with, “But I seem to not either.”
Cameron lifted an eyebrow and tilted his head. “Oh?”
Stacie nodded. “I get the fact that him and I are no longer married and that means that we don’t have to be faithful to each other…but when I was there today, I found a thong that smelled like someone had…done stuff…and then gotten off in them…and they belong to a woman. He told me that he didn’t do anybody - that he just masturbated but the thong says otherwise. I can’t believe he lied to my face!”
“Stacie…” Cameron cut in. “What do you expect? He’s a jackass! You just need to get him out of your life, once and for all!”
Stacie bowed her head, putting her hands to her face. She released a soft groan, both from tiredness and from slight aggravation. She wasn’t aggravated with Cameron - he had been a God sent, helping her when she needed it. She was more aggravated with why her ex-husband lied to her TO HER FACE, and then had the nerve to make a double standard to her. “You’re right…” Stacie finally said, in her matter-of-fact voice. She rubbed her sleepy-filled eyes, and then shook her head, putting her hands on the table again. “You’re right…”
Cameron reached across the table; doing the same thing Stacie had done to him just a few moments before, and put his hand on her hands.
Stacie retaliated by putting one of her hands on top of Cameron’s hands, so it was her hand on the table, his hand on hers, and her other hand on top of his. She looked down, feeling tears in her eyes. She couldn’t control them any longer. She sniffed staggered, inhaling through her nostrils kind of rough. Her tears fell down on to the table, but one fell down on the edge of Cameron’s hand, where the thumb connected to the rest of the hand. They both looked down at the tear that had dropped on his hand. Stacie’s face turned immediately red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry…” she whispered, and then with her hands, she lifted his hand to her lips, and where her tear had fallen, that’s where she had kissed his hand.
With more embarrassment for her actions flowing through her blood stream, Stacie had set his hand back on the table incase he was uncomfortable and wanted his hand back. Her body was shaking; over racked with grief and it felt as if it was too much to bear.
Cam retracted his hand, and then looked at Stacie. “Listen to me. I’m not trying to be the asshole here. I’m not the asshole of this situation…but you keep telling me how right I am about him being a jackass and that you need to just leave him…well, if I’m right, Stacie, then you just need to leave him alone.”
Stacie nodded slowly and then got up from the kitchen table. She pushed her chair in and then walked over to Cameron’s side, where he had been sitting. She looked down at him and he looked up at her. She had placed her hands on his cheeks and then softly kissed him on the forehead. “I’m going to let him know once and for all that I’m done with him. And I couldn’t have done it without you. You should go get some sleep, hon. I’m heading back to bed. Goodnight.”
Stacie left Cameron sitting in the kitchen with the light on, still. He had waved at her, offering her a salutation of sweet dreams. He sat there, thinking, thinking, thinking…and then got up from the table, with his book in arm, and turned off the light.
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Post by purelyxstacie30806 on Apr 22, 2007 23:06:24 GMT -5
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[ Scene II: It’s Come Down To This… ] [Promo - Camera’s On]
Lights, Camera, Action!
People from almost everywhere around the world were filing in left and right in to the Arena in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, where THE SPECTACLE OF ALL SPECTACLES, WRESTLEMANIA IV was taking place in just a few hours. It was where Stacie Sinnex was about to prove herself to the millions AND MILLIONS of people watching both at home and live this very night.
She stood in the very ring where she’d be facing Gwen Rose for the Women’s title. She was facing the entrance/exit to the backstage area, and especially staring up at the Titan Tron. That had been the first time she’d ever seen the titan tron without anything on it. She smiled faintly as she turned around, leaning against the ring’s blue ropes.
Her hands grasped them firmly; yet loose enough so her hands could slide up and down along them she walked along the side of the ring.
To her back, there was a cameraman following her with the camera on. The lens was just soaking up digital images of her back. Her long blonde hair was straight down her back, streaked with red and black streaks. Her back was somewhat bare, except for black strings that were tied to hold the front of her shirt from falling away and revealing her breasts. She took a deep breath and then slowly turned around to face the camera.
“Gwen.”
Stacie started, looking in to the camera. She then looked behind her, her left hand grasping on to the rope, but her right arm rose and pulled a Vanna White, and showed off what the arena looked like, in preparation for Wrestlemania IV.
“Do you see what’s going on, Gwen? What’s happening right here, right now? They’re preparing for you, Gwen. They’re preparing for me.”
Stacie looked back in to the camera with a sly smile.
“In a matter of hours, you and I will scrabble for the greatest title - the only title in the woman’s division! You and I, head to head, arms to arms, body to body, MIND TO MIND; we’ll be fighting for one thing…That title means nothing to me, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be the hell out of you for it.”
Stacie just chuckled lightly and shrugged.
“Gwen, what you said about me - about me becoming just like James Ceno - at first, it horrified me. It turned me out the wrong way, and it made me angry. But then I thought about it - about what I’ve done to people - to you, for that matter, I would have to agree. I am becoming like James Ceno. You and everybody else may see this as a plague, but not I! I see it as a new beginning. I had this dream a few nights back that whatever was making him act the way he was acting was going to over take me as well…and it just might. But like I said - Unlike Ceno, I have control. I don’t want to murder or rape anybody. I don’t want to hurt anybody, unless they get in my way or try to stop me from coming for what I want.
And what I want, Gwen is you. I want you, I want your title, and I will get it, one way or another. I want you to know that I am not at your mercy, love, because I won’t bend for your will. You may get your way tonight, you may not, but I do know…our match will be nothing like you’ve ever face nor I have ever face before. And I do believe that.”
Stacie walked to the right side of the ring and then leaned against the ropes.
“Sweetheart, you remind me of somebody that I used to know. Someone I used to see every day when I woke up and looked in the mirror - you remind me of myself when I was starting out here - except you are a champion - I was not. But the thing is, love, is that you’re so determined to hold on to that title - it’s like the only thing that means anything to you, like it’s the only thing that allows you to keep breathing.
Back in the day, I was determined as hell to make a name in this damned business, too determined, perhaps, that I screwed up. I had to take a year off just to get my head on straight, get over some personal issues, and then here I am, back and ready to roll. I’ve trained to face Candice Michelle morning, noon, and well in to night, but I won’t get what I want. So I will have to settle for the next best thing.”
Stacie blinked lightly and then blushed, smirking once more.
“Oh, that’s not a insult to you, not saying that you’re not strong - you are - but I was hoping to beat the shit out of Candice for what she’s done to me. But oh well. I’ll just picture that you are she, and then I’ll make your life a living hell.”
Stacie did a few more paces in the ring and then turned her back to the cameraman.
Stacie could feel footsteps up behind her, like someone was stepping on to the steel steps, and then in to the ring. She could feel the ring move beneath her feet.
“Stacie…”
There was a male voice suddenly echoing throughout the somewhat empty arena.
She didn’t recognize it. She hadn’t been around but maybe one or two male superstars since her personal situations had started. Stacie turned around and her blue eyes were now gazing upon Mr. Sexy, Sexy, himself, Dan Taylor.
When Stacie saw him, she smiled a bit. She hadn’t seen Dan since the day that Shawn and he got in to it about Dan taking Stacie out. She hoped that they were still friends.
She approached Dan, then, cautiously. She looked happy to see him.
“Dan…I’m so happy to see you. How are you?”
He simply smiled his cocky little smile, putting his hands on his hips.
“I’m good, Stacie. How have you been?”
Stacie giggled a little and then shrugged.
“I’m great! … I’m good…I’m fine…”
She really wasn’t sure.
He picked up on her uncertainty and then placed his hands on her shoulders softly, yet securely, as if to hold her up if she was to fall.
“I understand, Stacie. With all that you’re going through, it’s a wonder you’re still standing upright. James Ceno running your life…ruining it too…and facing Gwen for the women’s title? It seems like you’re doing it all…all at once.”
Stacie nodded. She agreed with him. How couldn’t she? James was running her life - telling her whom she could and could not sleep or get in to relationships with - let alone - lying to her. Why should she care? She didn’t have to be committed to him any longer.
“Yeah, it’s what it feels like, to be honest, Dan. But I have to balance it out. I can’t just not deal with all this crap, you know? I have to take it by the horns and then shove it out of my way - out of my life. And I’m going to start with Gwen tonight, and then James tomorrow.”
Dan nodded and then put his arm around Stacie’s shoulder and led her across the ring, to the turnbuckles closest to the announcer stand on the left side. He then picked her up and sat her on the top, and got in between her legs…
“Stacie, listen to me, alright…? Listen to everybody who’s given you advice. The best thing you can do for yourself right now is put your mind on Gwen Rose. She’s the biggest thing in your way right now. Go up against Gwen tonight, win the Women’s title, and then worry about him tomorrow. It’s going to be all said and done once you’re women’s champion…Maybe then he’ll learn to respect you.”
Stacie just scoffed, crossing her arms. Dan laid his arms on her thighs, looking up at her.
“Dan, seriously, even if I won, he wouldn’t respect me. But I’m not going to continuously whine about it, Sexy, Sexy, because seriously, it’s just a waste of breath. He doesn’t want to be with me anymore, I don’t want to be with him, end of story.”
Dan grabbed her thighs in a sensual manner, and started to message them slowly, trying to soothe her.
“Well, then, don’t’ worry about Ceno; Worry about Gwen. Are you excited about your match?”
Stacie just smirked.
[HELL YES, I’M EXCITED ABOUT MY MATCH!] she thought to herself.
“Yes, I’m excited. I can’t wait to shove my damn foot upside her damn chin just to shut her up.”
Dan smirked, still messaging her thighs.
“I’m sensing some displaced anger…”
“From me for Gwen? Oh, no. It’s rightfully placed. She opened her fucking mouth, and fucking insulted me…”
“You agreed with her, though?”
“Yeah, I did agree with her. But it’s not her statement to make…comparing me to James…I know I’m becoming something of a monster like he is…but I would never…do what he’s done…I could never…”
Stacie looked down some and then away. She felt Dan lift her chin, making her look him in the eyes.
He had warmly smiled to her, a friendly way, and then kissed her forehead.
“Don’t’ worry, Stace. You’re not a monster, like him. You’re going to own Gwen tonight in this very ring…and then become the new Women’s champion. . .Which, by the way, I have questions to ask you…”
Stacie started to smile…
“Sweet, another interview. Let’s do it.”
Dan laughed and then pretended to act serious, changing his voice to be deeper like Justin White’s voice.
“Miss. Sinnex, when you go up against Gwen Rose tonight, what will be running through your mind?”
Stacie couldn’t help but laugh…
“Well, Justin, I know that James will be on my mind, BUT! Gwen would be ruling my mind more than he would be. I’m going to be thinking about how badly I want that title around my waist - about how long I’ve been wanting to shut her up ever since I beat her the first time…”
Dan imitated that he had a microphone in his hand by balling up his fist. He put his fist back to his lips.
“Now, Stacie, I understand that you have an underground grudge against the ex-Women’s Champion, Candice Michelle. Why is that? And how does she fit in to your match tonight against Gwen Rose?”
Stacie was still laughing and couldn’t suck it up to be serious. Dan put his fist back to Stacie’s mouth.
“Well, Justin, Candice Michelle made my life a living hell when I first started out in EWE last year. She started out nice, but when I had to face her in my first match, she was nothing but a fake - wanna be something she’s not, you know? And that fits perfectly with Gwen because Gwen is doing the same to me that Candice did. She’s pushing personal business in to my wrestling business, and it’s going to stop tonight.”
Dan retracted his fist and then put it back to his mouth.
“Alright, well, I have one more question, Stacie, and that is this: After tonight, whether win or loss, what would be your next move against anybody in the upcoming days as a Diva in EWE?”
He put his fist back to Stacie’s mouth, having a slightly stupid smirk upon his lips. She couldn’t help but to smirk as well…this was definitely helping her become in a better mood.
“Well, Justin, I’ll have to say that I’m looking to getting rid of some garbage in my life, and that will start tomorrow - the day after ‘Mania. I’ll have a large announcement to make concerning what I plan to do…other than that…I don’t know. I live my life day by day…as if tomorrow never comes. I couldn’t tell you what I’d do next, aside from the announcement.”
Dan then retracted his hand again, and then put it to his own lips, having a dorky smile upon his lips.
“Well, I am Justin White - a nerdy white guy who can’t get any bit of nothin’ from a chick, let alone a guy, coming at you live from the ring moments away from Wrestlemania IV! This has been Stacie Sinnex and Justin White…See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya!”
He spoke in the nerdiest voice that caused Stacie to burst out laughing uncontrollably.
“Wow, Dan. That was awesome as hell. Those questions definitely made me feel better about tonight. Thank you…”
She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Dan’s neck, firmly, tight, and closely, not to hurt him. He embraced her around her back, pulling her off the turnbuckle so she could stand on her own. They stood that way for about five minutes…and then Stacie pulled away.
“No problem, Stace. I told you, I’m here for you.” Stacie smiled once more and then closed her eyes as she hugged Dan Taylor once more. She then pulled away, putting her hands on his shoulders.
“I would say that we stay more and talk, but I have to get ready…I’ll see you after ‘Mania; to celebrate.”
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Stacie watched as she walked Dan Taylor walk towards the backstage area - everything that just happened between them was taped live for everybody to behold. She stood there, now, the camera facing her as her eyes were burning with passion waiting to be bestowed on the ones who stopped her…Gwen Rose was first to feel her fury…
“Gwen. You and I are going to war… You think you have it all figured out, don’t you? Saying cute little quips and harsh retorts about my personal life - You think that’s going to make me stop and run from you? You’ve obviously mistaken me for someone else.
Hardships are hard, and yes, we’ve both had some in our lives, But the fact that I’m standing here, still willing to take you Is proof that I haven’t let them defeat me. I’m still standing here. So whether you think my hardships compared to yours are nothing, We’ve faced ours in different strides.
But tonight, you’ll face something harder than anything you’ve ever face, Darling. And that’s me. So, offer me your red rose, Give me your kiss of death… I’ll be there to destroy you, single handedly.
Gwen, I’m coming for you. Harder, Faster, Meaner. I hope you’re ready.”
End RP IV
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