Post by Triana on May 28, 2014 3:27:04 GMT -5
(ooc: enjoy 2465 words in total. Hope it is up to par.)
(Head in the clouds?)
Tall green grass, wild flowers blooming all around a hillside. I a young woman stand in a pair of blue jean short shorts and a checkered white and blue flannel top tied just below my chest. I then sit onto the grass and look up toward the soft white clouds overhead. I let a light sigh escape my lips as I begin to gaze about. A checkered red and white blanket lies beneath me my camera angled to get a shot of the clouds overhead while I speak softly for my fans that follow my ever glorious vlogging.
“These clouds are ever shifting and ever moving. Their form is never a constant, the weather itself could change based upon what happens far above. But these shapes, these lovely clouds can be anything we picture. I can see a bunny right now chasing down a puppy for stealing his carrot. Or I could look over to another seeing an arrowhead. These clouds are like the people I face they never stay the same, their words are always changing, their looks are always changing, nothing stays the same. It is like the book the outsiders when one is told to stay golden they never do. It is a world where movement incurs change. I've come across as the television champion to now the intercontinental champion. My accolades are ever growing which is fine by me as long as I get the time to take in this beauty of nature. This representation of these clouds are the reflection of self. I could not continue on without the chance to see beyond things. Which brings to mind the prospect of why I have not been on Raw in the last few weeks. This feeling of being scattered to the winds themselves has been a rather unpleasant feeling. Which for all of you seeing these clouds pressing on overhead don't you think it is nice when a new cloud enters the fray because you never know the shape they will take? Clouds are a lot like us in TEW I believe we are all made of something good and soft with the right will we are shaped then mover forward. I get to take on the newest kid who probably feels like he is on cloud nine because his first match is against a woman. Maybe his mind is dwelling into that scenario once he realizes I have the second most prestigious title that this company has to offer. A man older than me though by a good amount known as Bryn Shander from Texas no less. Now since Memorial day did just pass I want to look to these skies of freedom and thank you Bryn Shander for whatever active service you did in the Military. I want you to see this video blog because you have come into the company the same week that we pay respect to those that have given their lives to let us have our freedoms. I know your past is a little complex but from the stand point of the time you served I want to thank you for letting me see these clouds that you are so much alike. You are the new cloud in a row of rolling clouds. Some of us are just fluffy, some of us cause thunderstorms. We are as we see and we like to be as we know. Thus my fans now know you are someone worth mentioning, and I hope each one of them salutes you for what has been given of your life to duty.”
I sat up letting the hair fall in front of my face as I would move around to be upon my knees. I would grab a small bag pulling out a glass teddy bear that was connected to a key ring.
“This teddy bear is soft and fragile, it is a precious thing yet it is strong because it is a representation of bear. It is a self representation. This little bear is me, I am fragile to the eye but I am strong beyond the looks I am a woman that I so proud of herself I have no problem looking beautiful while fighting like I could rip someone's head right from their shoulders. This is the kind of fire and passion I get from the people who repeat my name in the crowd every week. This little bear is a novelty owned probably by millions, probably seen in households weekly. I feel that is kind of what I have become to all of you watching a household name by being a woman who has taken two titles to a level that some couldn't. I am in no way taking away from those that have been through the company and held belts. But now a new threat whom was accused of such a thing as man slaughter seeks to crack this little bear, wants to try and take away the ferocious fight that lies within. A little glass bear, a cute little bear but the fangs show there you just have to look close. There is claws as well, this means that one has to be careful because just like the clouds above looks can be deceiving you can never know what to expect. One little image can throw off the entirety of everything so that is the warning I have for Mr. Shander.”
I would then lean forward setting the little glass bear in front of the camera as I turned it off. I lay on the blanket closing my eyes slowly, knowing that nature is peaceful and I love it.
(Will this be like a prison to you?)
I appear on the screen dressed in skin tight black jeans and a white and black striped off the shoulder t-shirt. I smile at the camera with black painted lips as my hair is braided back. A thy wwe cameras are aimed at me for a promo for the website. I would sit upon a bed behind prison bars but the cell door is open.
“This is home nice and cozy isn't Bryn? I know your past is hard but when it comes to this company I have this set because I want to know are you going to feel like you are within a prison? Will the walls of the company and the arena be to much for you. If you want you are welcome to come into this cell where I am. But once your in I will walk out and close the door letting you sit looking to the point of me holding up my belt with a smile upon these painted lips. You see Bryn I know where you come from, you come from Texas. You are the ex-military cowboy type who got into some bad trouble, You are the obvious stereotype of a bad movie plot. I am something that most people don't expect. I am the beauty who is tough. I was born to do this and I was born to be here before all of the people that watch wrestling. I never knew how to cut a promo properly I do things my own way. I am not some charismatic tramp with an OMG bubble gum princess look. I've taken steps from a broken person using that fire to utter confidence for thy. I look to the feats I have gained since I started and it amazed even me I've climbed the ladder but I know it is where I am meant to be. I don't have the most original idea of filming everything I do, I am not the leader of the pack for everyone I do things according to myself. I dare to dream of being more because there is so few that want the top bracket. Every time I have appeared before my fans I gave them more of myself. I've filmed from home, I've written back to those that have supported me. Bryn you can either embrace the freedom you have been given or step into the cell locking yourself away from a world that will accept you. This cell is only a representation of your mind. For me I have been in a cell before, my own person doubt. My self reflecting and loathing has given me a complete turn around. I do this promo and this set up on to make you angry but to stoke the fires of reality that exist within your mentality. It is steps like this where I am not belittling you but risking my own standing by supporting my opponents. It is true I don't get along with everyone but I don't have a reason to hate unless you give me a reason to hate.”
With that my white heeled boots came forth from off the bed as I walked to the cell door as I stood there I offered a smile to the camera.
“Bryn I only seek to face the best this company has to offer, I don't fall back on secondary wannabes who just keep trying. I've only been with this company since August of last year but what keeps me going? It is the push that these people give one another. I've been here shy of a year in three months. I've gained two belts and I am so close that I could be going for the world championship by the end of 2014. But that is not what this is about you need to be able to be at your best against me I don't like facing half of someone's skill. If you are afraid of hitting a woman then take that fear throwing it out the window because I want nothing but one hundred percent. If you feel you cannot do this then you are in the wrong place. This place I have come to love is about equality and I've beaten several men already. I had to go through all sorts of people to wear gold. I am not about to let my world come down if you reject. Once the bell rings for us there is no going back and you cannot opt to quit just because of my gender. This cell is yours if you feel you cannot go beyond barriers, this is your home if you feel you cannot fit in. You will only be imprisoning yourself if that is how your mind goes.”
I walk out of the cell and I turn slamming the door behind me.
“You have what it takes to not be locked up inside your own mind. Don't get trapped by your own doubts, live and breathe the reality of chance.”
I would turn around letting the camera get me walking away from the closed door. Letting the engrained image of the cell being the image I left for thy's website. I was not going to let my message go. The clicking of my boots the echo as the last sound to be heard if the video was played.
(It's not all about me.)
My reflection in a vanity mirror, my eyes decorated with glittering light blue eye shadow. My lips caressed with the tinted color of a deep purple as my cheeks are tapered lightly with a light hued aqua. The vanity shows my face only, I find myself with lightly painted soft purple finger nails with no further detail embedded upon them. My eyes gaze into myself, I see the pretty face staring straight into me.
“I remember when I would look into my own eyes and find hindrance of myself. I would find doubt residing in my soul. I've found me since coming into a world I barely knew and having thrived off everything. But as much as I want to raise my arms above my head and claim victory for all I have done it is not about me. The victories I have sustained has been the moral support of so many that I cannot begin to fathom how much I owe to everyone. It feels like the winds of fate blew me to this very spot to realize that past, present, and future my goals are slowly becoming met. Now I look into the beautiful face of my reflection. I find no fear, I find only willingness to go forward like each and every week. It doesn't matter the names that have been put before me. The past time I saw battle I was against two men, I took down two men that are going to compete in the chamber. Zak Shields and Blade LaVigne. I walked out a winner that is what the ending result came to be. Now even if there was some unseen circumstances a win still projects as a win. It is this reality that will set in once I face this new comer Bryn Shander whom is thirty four years old. While me I am only twenty two years old. I'm that young upstart that throws caution to the wind because if I was cautious I would have never gotten this far. While the desired effect is to give my information he can know every little detail but that doesn't help. It takes mentality to get into someone's head, it takes time to know their motives, their thoughts, to even come close to know what cracks them.”
I would dabble a bit of gloss across my lips to heighten the purple color a little more.
“This makeup is only appearance I could do without any of this. To you Bryn none of this is about me. I want you to know that even though I may come out looking like a beautiful princess unlike Cinderella who is nice I will take the glass slipper and ram the heel through you forehead for judging a book by its cover. This is me I am beautiful, but I am also a very strong fighter. Will to win or will to lose does not come from experience it comes from those around you. Who do you have Bryn? The bars are still there you don't have to show up. Stay locked away, but as for me I see me. I see a woman ready to show one more man that no matter the parts you have down below a big impact can be made.”
With that I would continue to dabble in my makeup supplies. I loved being able to do so, I took a moment to check my attire in my blue satin pajama set within my hotel room. My famous mini camera's red light had captured me yet again. I for one will never hide myself.
