(ooc: around 3,100 words. Hope it is a good read, good luck to Demmie.)
(Blood on my hands.)
I sat there on my knees looking before me. I stared at a family member close to me. I was on the ground their body laying there blood coming from there neck. It was my cousin Liam. I pressed both hands to cover the wound, but when I pressed he screamed in pain. I used the hem of a blue cotton dress I was wearing ripped off to cover the pouring red liquid. It was warm to my hands, it was hot and seeping over my fingers moving over my arms. I was crying, tears rolling down my cheeks. I remember the ambulance coming, I remember we had just left his house as I had flown home. The television championship was on my waist my first gold I had ever gained from a company I was not taking a break from. Medically trained men came over as the wail of the sirens burst into my ear. One man pulled me back asking if I was alright but I didn't seem to notice. I looked down on my hands, they were stained. Looking over to his car he had let me drive his Camero now it was banged up against a rail. His neck had caught the metal siding, I cried I heard nothing as the medic continuously asked me if I was okay. I screamed over and over again.
“THIS IS MY FAULT! There is blood on my hands! I killed him..”
The next thing I felt water splashing on my face. I was in a chair at the hospital I remember calling Vince to take some time off before I would come back and defend the belt against Demmie Mae. I took in a breath looking to my cousin who had a bandaged neck he had taken his water and woken me up. I smiled taking his hand in mine, I looked at my own hand I saw blood despite there not being any there. I pulled my face to his hand as I started crying. In a slight jolt of pain he whispered to me.
“Shhh....Triana none of this is your fault. Accidents happen, there is no blood on your hands. The only blood you need to focus on is Demmie's because once you get into a fight with her it will not be over until someone loses. You need to win, there can be no doubt. You are the television champion.”
Those words jolted me I woke up for real this time in a cold sweat. I was laying in bed at the hotel with the Intercontinental championship beside me. My arm was around the belt. I realized then what had just happened. I had just dreamed of my previous time off. The distraction of my mind and the personal family time I didn't want to discuss. My hands reached for the Ipad on the table behind me. I took my one arm from around the championship as I sat up in bed. I opened up my blogging on the thy wwe site.
Hey all of you fans upon the blogasphere. So my mind is just going fast had a nightmare it seems of nearly being the reason my cousin died when I was television champion. I went on a brief hiatus this is true and that was the reason. When I came back I had to defend my belt against Demmie my mind was not fully in the match. Now I have this dream just days before I have to Demmie again. I try to look at it and see what it means and the answer becomes clear. Liam told me to defend the belt and that it wasn't my fault. I didn't listen to Liam, he said it as plain as day to. It is about the focus and even though Liam made it there was a loss that same month. It wasn't a good time for me but I've come to realize that sometimes losing is the key to winning. I lost this past Raw to a new comer Bryn but that isn't going to slow me down. The inevitable truth is that I will not be backed from who I am nor will I be backed from what I am meant to do. I look to my loss on both fronts as a lesson. Bryn pushed me to the edge letting me know that not just my wrestling will do it. I need to be ruthless. I need to be out for blood because this match is placing my gold on the line against Demmie once more. But unlike last time I won't fall the victim. I can't fall the victim again otherwise I will be reliving the fact that I didn't listen. Back then with Liam I had blood on my hands from the gash upon his neck he received from a car accident we were in. But now the term blood on my hands does not refer to something bad. In this case when it comes to facing Demmie I will be alright with having blood on my hands against her because it will be her blood. I cannot give up now. You all understand the drive that I have I've been continuously fighting for months to have my message heard that I am the fighting champion. To all fans it will be a match you've waited to see because only the flames of hell themselves will stop Triana from keeping her gold. I would dance in those flames to because the only person going to suffer any sense of the word is Demmie. Thank you all for having an eye out for my message and for me it means the world. I am not the kind to fall and give in.
Sincerely Triana.
I move the Ipad back to the table. I grab the championship from on the bed and then I pull it to my waist. I know I have to fight for this belt and I have no doubt. Liam's words flash back in my mind from before I lost the Television championship. This bout is so much bigger and there is a higher title on the line. I close my eyes title in arms drifting back to sleep.
(You think you know darkness?)
I stand dressed in all black for a photo shoot before cameras for thy's website. Also there is video cameras to catch the behind the scenes stuff for a bonus. I move across the costume is a long black dress sheer around the legs and just above the chest. It drapes down like a dark wedding gown, there is hues of sparkling treads along the seems to give it a glittering effect to any light that may be about. My hair is flowing freely down my eyes as I walk over to the set sitting on a broken decaying porch. I asked for this shoot, I let the cameras flash a few times taking in the dark gaze I have going up. I give a seductive pouting look. As the photographers finish I raise my right hand sitting on the decayed porch motioning with my pointing finger for the camera man to come over. I motion for him to start filming.
“Demmie you dream of putting me down? You said that you are the woman of darkness. I have been like a ray of light that has burst through this company. Capturing things that not even you had the will to do. The first chance you had with the television championship it fell from your visage. You let it cinder out like your words did the moment you claimed to be this dark version of a diva. But while you ran your mouth people have been treading over you wiping their feet upon you. Treating the very person you are like some door mat. I find that you may have spoken to soon about what kind of darkness you represent. I asked for this look Demmie, I asked for them to put me in a sexy dark dress for a reason.”
I would put to the amounts of black eye liner that is dressed around my green eyes. I smile softly with painted black lips.
“Darkness with you is like this photo shoot Demmie you are an image nothing more. Just flashing your words like lights of a camera to make yourself seem bigger than you are. I sit here not as some woman trying to out dark you but the fact is you don't have a dark bone in your body. Tell me Demmie have you sat upon your knees looking to the blood on your hands from an opponent if you get that far. I went to an indy event awhile back and I watched two women like us take it to another level. I saw their screams of power as they were coated in their own blood. I saw women like primal animals seeking retribution for bleeding like a stuck pig. I sit here before you Demmie wondering if you truly know the abyssal darkness truly. Can you grab the black rose and know the symbolism of death? I think while the winds whisk through the air they go in one ear and out the other with you because you seem to dense to really grasp this. So I thought I would give it a whirl to be dark, to be brooding, to see if Demmie Mae can hold ground against the blonde girl whom people would assume to be the bubble gum princess of a California town.”
I stand up from the decayed porch and walk over to the black screen where I asked the crew to set up a fake tombstone, an unmarked grave so to speak. I kneel down before it placing my hands into my lap. My head bows down slowly.
“Here lies the memory of Demmie Mae, she crossed into waters of the unsavory sort, She found herself bound to shadows cast from flesh of man drifting alone like a fool without cause. She sleeps now truly in darkness unlike her fathom of lies that draped like curtains of secrecy to her true interior. But now as her body lays planted by my own hands I find no remorse for one whom pretended to be dark. Nay, wanted to be dark. Now while a corpse seeps into this ground the memory will be forgotten by all. The corpse finds use in death, to be fed upon by worms, to be leached by soil to give back for fertilization. The bones over time will decay, become just a frame of a person whom once was living. Demmie shall be known only as a thought to have been defeated at the hands of someone truly knowing dark. For as Demmie says to know the hallowed halls of blackened world I know them better. This life is just a place of living but beyond that other doors and other realms of possibilities do exist. This unmarked grave is just as Demmie is a representation of something that does not matter. Over time stories of Demmie will fade into obscurity and mine will be remembered. Your name leaves a sickening taste in my mouth, I am usually full of respect but I watched you drop a belt that was taken from my hands like it was nothing. You couldn't even hold it until this point to give us that champion verses champion aspect. So you will lay unknown beneath the feet of others where you forever deserve to lie for such an act of failure. I do not pity you and I no longer respect you. We are the only two women in this company that can really hold respect. You didn't cradle that in your hands with respect. Instead you fell on your back ready to say here take what you want. That alone sickens me, it degrades what we stand for. For that you do lay unknown, you lay as nothing to be treasured. You yourself seek darkness to be true to the word of understanding it. Well I shun you to the shadows, to the very place you should be unseen. This grave your final resting place.”
I stand pushing the unmarked tombstone as I do. I let my black heeled foot walk across it as I return to the decayed porch setting grabbing up a black rose that was nestled there now. I gather up the black rose taking a seat as the camera still follows the motions of my body.
“Roses are black, The heart is too, Demmie seeks revenge but will fail to do.”
I smile as raise the rose to my nose taking a small sniff. I feel better at this point. I fix the front of my dress draping it back over my legs. The flashing cameras come back, I offer a sadistic smile as thoughts cross over my mind to what can be done to my opponent.
(The value of knowing yourself)
I sit before my digital recording device. I look at it as I am wearing my wrestling gear for later on in the evening. I got ready now dressed in a blue and purple attire from long tights over my legs with a sports like top showing off my stomach. My stomach shows a slight bruise from my match with Bryn but I am not phased. I look at my little recorder smiling softly.
“I wanted to say a few words on self reflection. I am not fond of Demmie as most of you have seen of recent. I find her lies and filth of being something you can tell she is not embarrassing. I drag myself up each and every week after getting beat down to show that I am as strong as any male in the company. The last match I had was a loss but what did I do I rose back up because of the belt I have and the meaning of a top female competitor. I took what was never meant to be held by a woman and I made it something. Demmie gets a chance just like me to break our tie then we both can move on. But while Demmie meanders through not knowing the type of person she is or the kind of woman who drops down to a loss then she is a bad representation. I find myself having to take on a role that was never men to be. Thy is an ever changing field of battles that I keep putting steps close to being the top person. It will not be an easy road and I know that I can be beaten I've come to terms that I won't always win. I've lost a few times but I know myself it is unlike most that I became the Intercontinental champion. This business was once all about men and the women arm candy to be daunted around like show ponies. But while times move forward things only change if there is someone strong enough to do it. Some of the guys up top are admitting fetching to my eyes. But will I stop to look at their abs and melt into a blubbering fan girl? No I will not because I pride myself on innovation. I've worn two belts without being here a year. I have to defend this gold against Demmie whom wants to break our tied victory of one on one matches. But while that is fact she also wants a chance to take something that I have and that is the belt. Demmie I want you to take time before our match this evening and the event begins to really look at what you want and whom you are. I don't want no false pretender whom thinks she is some dark queen of thy. I want you to know that yourself is human, that you are a woman who must make change. There is no light or dark with us. We are as we are because we are the women changing a grander scale of wrestling. We can fall to everything or rise above taking this business by the reigns. I don't doubt what you are capable of but I am fixed on the fact you will fail because you don't truly know yourself. To know yourself is like I know me to be able to take the grasp of your destiny. I overcame odds and you've been here longer. If I have to beat your reality awake I will because me and you we are women in a man's world. We shape for those to come and if we fall we are no better than the past you let themselves be symbolized purely as sexy and pretty women that were around. You can be beautiful and a bad ass at the same time but you cannot fall into letting them be right. Your current loss of the belt showed you are not on my level anymore and I of all people hate to say that. I want the Demmie full of rage, the same one that beat me. I hope you watch this video later on my vlog so you get it. Now you people watching you know what I speak is true. I went from battling demons to focus to now battling the barriers to show how strong women can be. Those who think what I believe is immoral don't watch. I am making a difference, I am depositing change in this company. If I fall I will brush myself off. I will become the example that women have just as much right and just as much fight. Facing Demmie and defending my belt is a step to do that. I beat her I go past as the woman to rise up.”
I stood up out of the chair reaching next to me and held the Intercontinental championship in front of the camera.
“This is what I will not give up. It is a representation of my work and the heart I've put into it. Now Demmie if you see this we fight not to just settle our score, we fight to knock down barriers further to show that we are just as strong. One woman can make a difference but the battle between two determined females over a well represented belt will put us in the right place. We are as they all are, just like the men we are equal. Know this, don't go dark but be ready to fight because your fall will be my rise to higher stakes. Know yourself as I know me and then that's when you can truly rise above.”
I smiled letting my title be seen. That's where the recording would stop for those who watched. I went over turning off the little recorder. I held the title to my heart at that point. I love having the gold and I would continue to fight for this feeling, that feeling of success.
