Post by Triana on Aug 6, 2014 1:54:17 GMT -5
(ooc: It came out to 3,162 words, hope everyone enjoys it. I like how it came out any opinions are welcome
)(Time spent thinking: 5 days before Monday Night Raw)
I let the water sooth me as I lay on the very edge of pool steps that head down into deeper depths. Just the backside of my body rests in water and I look to the sky gazing to clouds. My friend Roxy is holding the camera knowing how I present myself to my fans making sure they never miss a moment of my life.
“The summer is a time of unknown certainty and it seems that despite being able bodied for awhile there I was getting nothing but promotional touring for autograph signings. Now I come back by phone call midway through what they asked me to do. Vince told me I can finally wrestle it is like since I won the Intercontinental championship I have become nothing more than a figure head. A lovely face to help sell tickets and promote the company. It is bothersome but I cannot argue with the boss otherwise I could be fired and then I am out on the street with no more gold. Now the days have gone by and I finally got a chance to put someone in there place. The belt isn't on the line but I seem to believe that the time is soon. But for this confrontation coming I face a new diva, something that has been lacking in the company the diversity of the sexes in thy is not one of my favorite things because it is me and a few others. But I stand out because if I didn't I would be a valet to one of those beastly looking wannabes. Now who is this new girl that has strode her way into the company. A name that sounds like any other diva looking for a gimmick with a stage name. She goes by Tiffani Rose, this young lady is from England. Now as glad as I am to see that there is another woman in the company that doesn't change the fact of how I do things. As I lay here gazing to the clouds cooled by the luxuries of life I think of my career so far the wins that I have and the few losses that I have. My career has been a series of random encounters and I haven't feuded with many all but one stands out.”
I sit up as my hair is wet slightly matted down. I grab a towel from the dry deck of the pool wrapping it around my head. I stand up and move toward a lounge chair. I lay upon that letting the camera see my full toned body encased only by a white bikini. Giving a soft smile to Roxy holding my camera.
“Now all of you know me I have dabbled in no madness only self confidence rising above myself and emotions to hold strength. I am now someone focused always daring to try things and move forward. We all know that the belt I have will not be enough for long and my feet will grace the ring to take on the most talented for the prestigious championship. While I do admire and love having the belt I do I feel that my talent is good enough for the bigger picture. Now I know as a woman that would be an amazing feat. Right now my mind is set on Tiffani Rose the one that could use such words as blooming success, or she has thorns that would hurt me. But what Tiffani fails to realize that all of you my fans realize is that a name nor a gimmick holds nothing with me. Truth and respect have been my keys to winning, I will give her a prime example based upon past actions of why it is important to fight with every last bit of whom you are. If you don't have the gumption to stand out and step up you fall back with nothing in your hands. Tiffani I don't hate you I am just reality and the fans that will be watching us is reality. The ride I've been on for the last year has been incredible. I am not one to stop now and I hope you came prepared by joining thy to realize that life is lived in and out of the business.”
I motion for Roxy to set the camera down and walk over beside me. I move a bit to let her sit as a pair of tanned female legs walk into the shot. She sits down beside me it is a brunette that looks a little native. I let Roxy speak as I sit back taking in the sun.
“Tiffani I get your from England and I've been friends with Triana ever since we were little. When I was five I walked down the street and I seen this young girl being put in a headlock by a little boy. Now this little blonde girl she didn't seem to be fighting back little did I know they were joking around. I came up behind the boy dropped low and hit him square in the sperm bank. Now Triana watched the boy fall and screamed at me to not hit my cousin. Out of nowhere I was on my back by a judo throw from her. I looked up at her ready to cry but Triana offered her hand. The boy got up going inside the house crying. So I and Triana looked at one another and the rest became history. Triana doesn't fight to just win it is a way of defending herself. In this business she decided to join she has become a mention of someone who can hold her own no matter the competition. Well the truth standing that is very honest, I learned from that day she will do all she knows how to protect what she loves. What Triana loves here is having the ability to hold gold and be the girl that every girl wants to be. My friend since five years old has done things that make her stand out and two of them is holding two titles so far. She was the second woman to ever hold the television championship and the first woman to hold the intercontinental championship. I want you to understand that belief in self is a powerful things. Her fans believe in her and I believe in her. Being Native I find myself look to Triana as a wolf of sorts and I am not talking about the Omega that goes for straps and is at the bottom of this chain. I am talking about the Alpha Wolf, for once in depiction it is a woman with strength not some guy with over testosterone. You think you know about what you are walking into but I and the people know you are in a new game. It doesn't matter where you come from. It doesn't matter what you do. This is a lesson and as a Wolf if you want to be noticed you have to impress the lead one or otherwise be cast aside a loner empty and nothing. There is an order and Triana is the combination that every company looks for. It is talent, beauty, and heart. She holds the key to very being of what people want out of their employees and friends. All of you fans know what I speak is true, Triana was a lost soul whom through her own mind found solace and became more than what was ever expected of her. From one woman to another hoping you stick around with Triana so I can see more matches. Good Luck to you Tiffani”
I let Roxy's words finish things off as the camera battery dies right then. The upload to the website will go per usual. I give Roxy a hug and let her go on her way.
(The looks mean nothing: 3 days before Monday Night Raw)
I am sitting at a table with an agent for a possible movie role. I am dressed in silver faded jeans and a black and red thy wwe monday night raw t-shirt. My championship sits on the table beside me.
“Look Triana this is a good script for a newbie. You get to play a fashion model girlfriend to Ryan Gosling. It is a criminal drama centering around him solving a murder of your best friend. You don't get to be to be bright you are just of course character filler until he reunites with his one true love who winds up being the person accused of the murder but she didn't do it. This could set you up for a bigger role than some woman holding a belt in a man's world. Just let that Tiffani Rose girl have it and you'll be free to be beautiful and safe.”
I felt offended immediately as I sat there grabbing the belt I pushed his contract out of the way letting the title take its place.
“I don't think you get the representation I bring. It is just like rumors I am hearing of people calling me some sort of Barbie because I look the way I do. You judge my looks and how I dress upon what I am like? It is not a crime for a girl want to look good. Those that can kick ass is anyone and it does not matter upon gender. You realize I am the first woman to wear the intercontinental championship in thy wwe? I stand out above all else and I go into the ring each time ready to face anyone man or woman. If I was worried about getting hurt I would have never signed the contract with Vince. I would have gone into modeling or maybe even acting right away. But me I am not some fragile glass china doll looking to be placed upon a shelf. I will not portray the weak and idiotic stereotype that has set me back. I earn what I have and I will do that through hard work and the fight to do so. I'm the kind of girl who can walk down the mall ready to buy something great for a night out and party with people. But I am also the kind of girl who will lace up her boots, who will go down to the ring in the company taking on anyone. It does not matter if it is man, woman, or that strange combination of both. I breathe this business I do not fall under guidelines as typical. I am not a plastic Barbie doll ready to be toted around. There is nothing fake about me, I take my medicine of pain and I go on like everyone else. To be who I am there is no doubt. People think that you have to look like the she hulk just to be a fighter. Maybe be the woman with extra pounds to take a man on in a fight? I am living proof that you can be anything no matter how you look. My pretty face is not what has gotten me to where I am. It is my passion to kick asses that has gotten me this belt I hold. You can take your Hollywood movie contract and shove it directly upward in a certain space of yours.”
“Triana look I think you are making a mistake. If you would reconsider..”
I snapped quickly getting to my feet holding the belt right in front of his eyes.
“Reconsider? I have nothing to consider. You slandered me by uttering the words you did. You mocked me and made me stand out as nothing but a feminine object. Do you realize what objectifying and stereotyping me does? It takes me and other women back to nothing. It drives down our value, we've had to fight harder for what we have. I get there is minorities out there based upon color, age, and sexuality. But one of the main ones from guys like you is sexism. Women no matter their color or their race or sexuality or age for that matter has been slandered and kept back seated by most males. The standard that I set is to fight not to be some arm candy without an opinion. There is a new girl walking into the business you mentioned Tiffani Rose to just have my belt. That is where you lost me. Tiffani is new and inexperienced and while she may have talent I've fought and earned my right to hold gold. I don't doubt what talent she may have but to get something handed to you that is immature thinking at its finest. Tiffani is to me as anyone is and that is a threat. I don't take kindly to threats I eliminate them and right now you yourself sir are a threat so either get walking or you'll find out how much I can truly kick a man's ass first hand.”
The man got up and left, I sat there for a moment taking breaths in and out. Having been fuming from his reckless words I had to find a way to calm myself. I stood once more before heading out the door of cafe I had met the agent at.
(A rose by any other name?: 1 day before Raw)
I found myself upon a promo set. I was standing before a field of roses dressed in a Lara Croft style attire the tan shorts and light blue shirt clinging tightly to my physique. The tan boots adorned my feet with socks folded just behind the boots top flap. My hair was tied back in a pony tail and braided out long. The intercontinental championship was around my waist. I stepped forward as the field of roses seemed to be closing in on me.
“Tiffani Rose do you see this? These are roses everyone of them is beautiful in their own way but just as dangerous none the less. You are a Rose yourself and this is the field of all those that are different yet strong and beautiful. These are the representation of others like you it doesn't have to be your name that defines you I just found the setting suiting considering though. These like you want to close in on me, target me, and take me out because I am a threat to weed you out. I am a target that you have set your eyes upon me and you do not even know me. You walk into the field among others that are just like you hungry for more, hungry to make a difference. You have your qualities I will give you that but you are no different than those that came before. I am one these roses myself. Beautiful in my way and just as dangerous but when one rose outgrows and becomes the stand out the others get jealous. There shouldn't be one better than the other, what would make that rose stand out? I outgrew the garden Tiffani.”
From behind my back I turn slightly revealing a backpack. Inside the top part shows a handle, I grab the handle pulling out a machete. I give a quick smile as I turn slashing at the roses that are trying to close in on me. I cut through them after a few swift motions.
“See I won't fall back to the grouping, I need to stand out from the rest. Tiffani to be the rose that your last name signifies you need to bloom on your own. We as people like plants are used to grouping together to make a difference and only shine every now and then. But in this place of wrestling you have come to join you have to stand out by yourself. You have to be the difference as I have become. I won't wilt with others holding me back I rise above it and become better. I have followed my path, I have been beaten down. I grow each time someone thinks I am done for, I rise above and grasp the gold in front of me. I didn't win the title out of pure luck I took down multiple people in a battle royal. You want to come after me, you want to think I am just another pretty face perhaps? But the truth is I am like you Tiffani, a woman on a mission. You grasp at the air where there is nothing because your vision is based on past success in a different lifetime. Wake to this era or be cut down like the rest for I cannot wrestle and show you my skill level if you don't bring the same for me to test mine. Don't be like the other roses that have stemmed up beside me. Blossom into more and join me for women are far and few between. Be beautiful and be deadly, otherwise you will be another name that thy wwe closes within memories of the past. Lost and never to resurface.”
I would move as the roses stopped moving and I would take the machete slamming down into the ground. I unwrapped the intercontinental championship from around my waist and draped it over the top of the machete so it could rest there. I would pick up a chopped off rose and lay it in front of the machete on the ground.
“You can either be the one that stabs into this business and make your mark. Being able to hold gold from that strength or be another chopped rose wilting before it. This right here is a symbol of what you need to be, sharp, strong, and ready to do even the most dire acts to be the best. You come from the UK and may think me an ignorant American woman. You'll know when you face me that.”
I would pick up the championship letting it go over my shoulder. I would then pull the machete out I cut my right palm with it a little letting drops of blood fall on top of the rose.
“I am ready to bleed for thy. It is my passion, my home, it is a part of me and they once said only the strong survive. That is not true, it is the willing that survive. Because you must be willing to give up your blood to show that passion is in your blood. Don't wilt Tiffani, just don't wilt.”
With that I walked away from the set my mind was clear, my body was ready. I knew what was coming and I would not back out. I believed in me as I always did, I've been out for a month but I never stopped being a competitor. I was just waiting to cut through and walk beyond to further success.
