Post by Triana on May 24, 2017 19:22:30 GMT -5
A burnt destructed cabin appears in the background. A rocking chair is seen moving back and forth as the wind blows by it. Creaking every so often as it goes front to back. It is wooden, looking rather old as if no one has used it in years. From the cabin a figure is seen. It is my figure, I step forward a woman dressed in black jeans, with short black boots on my lower half. The full figure of myself comes into frame as I stand in the cabin's doorway revealing me in black jean jacket buttoned up. My hair is done in pig tails per usual my long blond hair dyed a bit differently black runs into the blonde on one side and red running into the blonde on the other. The eye makeup seems to be red and black as well my lips painted black too. I give a smirk as I stand before the chair.
“It is funny how the Wyatt family seems to seek from me their Sister Abigail. Saying I am this reincarnation, this woman that once existed and brought these men up from the ground. Well raised Bray at least and they say because I am strong and fierce that I fit the bill? The fact of the matter is as much as their wheels spin in their heads and they judge the cogs of this world and how it spins I have to agree there. When they go on rants on how the world can be bettered and needs to be change I don't disagree. But when they try to tell me that I am someone else, that I am a reincarnation of their dearly departed Sister Abigail then that is where the line gets drawn. For no reason on earth would I be that, I am beyond that. You see I am a woman of my own making, I am a woman who has earned her path not because of who I could be in a past life or of the praise of others. I battled in this company among men, many women have faded and I have stayed constant. I am the eyes that people need. I am the truth of reality the strength of women. I am the fight that never stops, you try to tell me that Sister Abigail is my birth right basically? Well let me tell you something even if there is common interest on how this world must be handled I don't let nothing or no one control me. I won't have some back woods nobodies try to tell me where I belong, I won't have the Wyatt Family name staining my career. I have spent to much time building myself beyond others. True I rode with the New Era but it was common interest, it was similar desire of where things need to be headed. But the end result didn't come out like we wanted it to and power can drive others to not be themselves. Now we all know how it played out, we all know how the New Era came to a close. But the fact of the matter is that I am still here, still standing. Still the same bad ass chick that will take this Wyatt family crap from my path.”
I stepped a bit forward out of the doorway and revealed in my left hand a baseball bat. On it said “Buzzard Breaker”. I started laughing before my head turned and my eyes met the chair. Then I looked back around to the skies.
“I see no buzzards, I think maybe they flew out of range or it could be that I took care of them. It could be I followed the buzzards to show you they cannot escape. I followed them until they were pecking on this dead corpse of a horse in a field. I followed them Troy! I seen them Bray! Step by step as I inched closer I was able to make out what they were. And you know what I found?”
With that I turned the bat around showing the blood upon the other side. And then in my right hand I pulled out a stuffed buzzard with the face of Troy Motor on it. It had blood running down it and it look tattered about. I dropped it on the ground and smirked a little.
“See I wouldn't hurt a real animal. I'm not that kind of girl but that blood actually came from some random person that I found with the last name Wyatt. I beat them moment by moment, I swung the bat down as I heard bones break in their knees. Then a shot straight down from the bat as I stepped on their hands and saw their elbows snap. Their eyes filled with fear and it made me happy because I knew what was to come. I was going to be doing this again, I have a job to clear out the buzzards. The buzzards that try to pick at things in THY WWE. Those buzzards are the Wyatt family. The joke of insanity as they plead for their case, their mentality supposedly beyond those they are around. But the truth is that you are just a defunct form of existence. You are a mistake, an immoral birth upon this world. You should be banished to the realm of death to balance this reality out. For the truth is that you are not worth my time but it falls to my hands. You have called upon me for this, saying that I am the reincarnation of Sister Abigail. No that is not what this is all about, you released that time does in fact exist, it does mean that you are closing in on the final act, Your lasts breath will be enjoyed by me as I take them from your bodies and send your souls to eternity of darkness. You claim to know what fear is, you claim to understand the unknown. But you are just shattered individuals that exist in my realm, you plague me with your boring statements trying to fool my mind. That is where you have failed because my mind is beyond your comprehensive thinking, I diverge into different paths whenever I feel like it. I'm the Psychotic Queen of THY! I'm the Diva of Destruction, The Lady of Lost Sanity. The more you tally on with your words the more I find reasons to just want to take your hands one by one and bend every finger back until I hear the snapping of bone. It will leave you unable to grasp anything just like your minds seem unable to do. If this isn't enough maybe this will be.”
I turn slightly both hands go to the grip of the bat I move a bit into a full swing taking off the top half of the rocking chair. I move again full strength and stepping into the turn of the next swinging taking off the rest. Then I drop the bat and pick up the remaining portion of the chair as I throw it toward the cabin. My foot comes down onto the head of the dropped buzzard with Troy's pic. Laughing as I do so. I walk back to the side of the cabin as I sit down not to far from the broken rocking chair. My bat lies beside me after having set it down.
“Do you understand now? I am not someone you knew. I am Triana, the woman of nightmares. You think that I am not supposed to be with Joey? You are wrong! Joey is whom I love, he has shown me more truth than anyone in this company. Does this man have his faults? The reality is yes he does! But we all do what other way is there in a world so fucked up no one knows up from down. You blink and something is changing or another person is trying to be like you. Wyatts mean nothing to me. You are trash, filth, garbage, sacks of crap, and that is putting it nicely. Now you can ramble words of what should come about and how I am someone that I am not. But do not ever question my love for Joey nor say that my strength is not my own. I am beyond you, I am better than you. The very first thing you need to remember though is that I am a competitor and I will make you pay by my own two hands. Men of any size don't scare me, I get down and dirty and will move beyond you to my true goal as being World Champion. Another road block to overcome seriously? To me this is a joke, a slandered verbal visage to be relevant. Troy Motor who? Bray Wyatt what? Luke Harper who gives a damn!”
Standing up I move and then pick up the broken chair and sit within it. The smile across my face is wide as speak one simple line.
“I have followed the BULLSHIT and it leads to your DEMISE!”
With that I rocked a little in the broken chair I knew what was coming and I was ready for it. The one and only Violent Vixen in Thy WWE was going to take the stand and I wouldn't let anyone detour me. I never do!
