Post by Triana on Feb 8, 2015 17:45:51 GMT -5
Even a beauty has a beast inside.
I stand before the edge of a rainbow in the distance. I look to the multicolored frames that shoot through the sky. It is a variable beauty in its own glamor. Dressed in black heeled boots into white faded jeans the top portion covered by the soft black cotton of my long sleeve sweater. I keep my eyes attuned to the colors.
“The colors of the rainbow are alluring but like all things they must fade. It is that once every so often that it becomes apparent before the eyes. Much like the winning of Kurt Orton. For you see that night at Ascension within that rumble match I was going to sit home and not partake. But I got this phone call from the company that if I did not partake I would be well left off the cards for awhile. So I had to pack up my stuff and rush off to catch a late flight. So because of the news I was actually unprepared for the match. I went in I did the best I could off jet lag. But because I didn't have a choice the fight wasn't my own fight. It was just something I had to do. I get that being the best and winning the rumble match only happens every so often because it doesn't come around much. Just like the rainbow before my eyes but the best part is that I was tossed out by Orton. I was tossed out by a man whom has seemingly not learned his lesson when he comes across someone like me. So in my jet lag of feeling I had to look at things in perspective that despite my feeling off tiredness I had to redeem myself. So I straight up called Vincent Kennedy McMahon. I said you either give me Kurt Orton or the main attraction of a woman known as me walks. In a manner of a day that call was replied to by the I can make it happen. How easy it is to watch a McMahon squirm and give me my way. But in truth I would never walk away, JTB is here and as long as he has a fight to have I am here. But this rainbow is beginning to fade, it is just colors created in the air after it rains. Nature can be unpredictable, I love the shimmering hues that it presents the off balance gives me warmth through my body.”
I turn from the rainbow walking down a hill, I find myself looking to a black muscle car that is parked by the side of the road. I get to it and look to see a man with buzzed black hair. My attention is caught as he speaks to me.
“You are Triana are you not? That chick from the wrestling company. I can't believe that I am actually meeting you out here in the middle of no where. You no it isn't safe to be walking in a place like this alone. Some strange people come out here.”
I look to this middle aged man with a smirk across my lips.
“You find that to be the problem? Do you assume I cannot handle myself and yes I am Triana but the term chick is a condescending word known only spoken by pigs like you so I would appreciate it if you just left me be and drive off. I am walking back to my home.”
He didn't like my tone so he moved from his car to step right in front of me. Cutting me off even when I tried to side step him that made me upset He grabbed my arm.
“Listen little bird I am not those other guys in your wrestling company. This is real and that mouth of yours is going to get slapped. I should throw you down just like that Orton guy did to you. Maybe if I actually beat some sense into you then respect would come out of your mouth. I don't even understand why you are in a ring wrestling when you could be doing cover shots or even making some man happy by fixing his dinner. You got this uppity attitude that just about needs to be fucked right out of you. Guess your little boy toy Joey the bitch doesn't have it in him. What did he run out of pills to pop it off?”
That comment was the last straw. I turned on my heeled boot and took the man's arm off mine. I grabbed him by the wrist. I jumped up spinning off his shoulders then slamming him to the ground in an arm bar hold with my legs. He was down and I pulled until I heard the snap. I moved away as he was laying on the ground shouting and I moved back to my feet.
“You crazy bitch you just broke my arm. What is wrong with you? You are nothing but a..”
He tried to speak, I dropped a quick knee to his mouth which made him unable to speak because he had bit his own tongue mid sentence leaving it bleeding a little. I smiled leaning over him.
“I don't submit to men, I don't care how big they are or how strong they are. I am not some damsel to be made a mockery over. The name is Triana not bitch or chick. You got your arm broke because you assumed things were not real. I don't train day in and day out to give my all to nothingness. I am the real idea of a woman wrestler. Dainty is a term which I may look but broken is a term of which you are. You are strong bull headed typical male like a man I have to deal with. But thank you so much for being the prime example of what I will do to Kurt Orton. In fact you stoked the very fire that burns right inside this little woman as you would put it. This female is like a cat with nine lives, every time I get snuffed out I come back with the right claws out and a throat to scratch open. It is men like you and Orton why I do the things I do. People have seen this Orton be nice and kind before the faces of many but I've looked back at footage he is as bad as you are mister wanna be bad ass. For your information Joey has no problems with anything and he wouldn't scream like you are trying to do now. With one broken arm and your tongue bit this is practically a highlight for me. I don't take kindly to being bullied and as you called that so called fake wrestling that I partake in ours is real. It is real to the point that I can face anyone, I don't go for being the girl that needs help. This is why I fight to make the equality lines known. I've done things in a place you don't understand so lay on the ground and think on that. Lay there and know a woman you told to get in the kitchen made you whimper like a little puppy in pain.”
I would reach down seeing a phone in his pocket. I could hear him beginning to cry, I grabbed the phone swiping the screen lock. In a moment I pressed 911 and I would lay the phone beside him as the operator picked up. I moved away walking from this man who decided to try and say things to me. I wasn't fragile, I was born for competition. Beauty may have been what appeared before the eyes of all but I had just as much of a monster in me as anyone else. My walk lead me to a gas station where I had parked my red convertible. I moved to go inside right then a young girl about fifteen with braided hair ran up to me smiling.
“Triana! Miss?”
I would turn to face her as she held up a picture and a marker. I took both having a smile on my face even after the incident I just had. I signed it for her and handed it back. She didn't seem to go away at all so I sat down upon the curb of the sidewalk that headed into the gas station. She sat down next to me.
“Miss Triana is it true that you actually like to fight the boys. I mean my mom says fighting is wrong and all but I kinda don't listen to her right now. I want to know why you do what you do.”
I gave a half smile before I would think of what to say.
“Yes it is true but the fact is I do it because I love wrestling. Ever since I was a little before your age I would watch the television come on. I don't do anything I don''t love. And you should listen to your mother I know that whole teen angst is in your thing but that rebellious nature can best be served fighting things that you are against emotionally and respectively to your own being.”
She seemed to take it in but wasn't done at that moment.
“Well doesn't fighting the boys make them not like you? I mean what about all the fun things about being a girl of looking your best and being able to use what you were born with?”
That last one made me laugh a little and I took a second to figure out the best possible answer without sounding repetitive.
“You see if the boys that I fight don't like it I don't care there will always be others that respect it which I even found one. It is not so simple as to state things. Also when it comes to using what we were born with that is a given we can look good for us. I love clothes, I even attend fashion shows. The thing is I don't have to press release everything out there. I will do different things, just because I love to wrestle doesn't change anything about me. I am just tired of the pressure of what is expected of us. We have a society bent on rules against sex, religion, gender identity, sexual orientation, and race even. People say we have changed but there is crimes or incidents everyday plastered about. Some people have that all about me complex like a man I have to face. Yes I have done horrible things to him myself but I have to make sure my voice is heard. Sometimes the proper outcome must be done through the things you know how to do. If the result is wanted then you must have the fire to fight for such. I use everything I was born with brains, beauty, and talent. You should too.”
With that I even offered the young teenage girl a hug and she gave me one back. She stood up walking away and I would nod at having done all I could to tell her things. I knew where my head was at this whole walk was a thought process on how to beat Orton. From the moment that I beat down the guy who didn't know when to watch his mouth that was Orton. This young girl asking about me fighting boys and doing things for a result well that is fighting Orton and winning. From that very first rainbow and how it will fade I am going to make sure that Orton fades from thought even for a night. For the doubt of a man like him can miss what I am capable of. I have fought him before but the results yielded different. In the coming time I would redeem myself. One cannot leave such a two faced selfish fool to reach that so called ascension. I was bound by a passion in my heart to show that I Triana was main event material.
