Post by: Krissy Filapovich on March 27, 2015, 11:59:26 PM
FLASHBACK
all in past tense
She was feeling rather refreshed. She just spent two weeks off after losing to Roxi. It was a great match, opened her eyes. But here she was again. Facing her. It was like a brick wall. So it brought back memories. Not good ones either.
She went a little gung-ho when she was in the Marines. She was in a platoon of ten. Eight men and Two women. They would always go on patrols to make sure there was no enemies sneaking up on them. Four would go out at a time. One time it was Krissy Filapovich, Carter Tinsey, Bethany Stein and Emilio Sanchez. Carter and Krissy took point while Beth and Emilio stayed ten to fifteen feet behind.
It was a good plan and it always worked. Until now. The enemies were thirty feet away from them on both sides. They came up to a broke down truck. One of theirs. Carter motioned for the other three to halt. Like good little marines the obediently listened to their squad commander and stopped all movement. Carter signaled for Krissy to cover him while he went up to the truck.
It was all so clear in her mind.
She made sure her rifle was ready just in case. Her heart was racing, it always did. She lived for this. They all did. They loved being marines. She glanced around, her blue eyes scanning the side of the truck there were on as Carter walked over to the truck and looked it over. He checked it and cleared it. Once he knew it was clear, he motioned Krissy over. She went over, assuming Emilio and Beth were behind her and that they were covering her and Carter.
Wrong. So Wrong. Well, partly. Emilio and Beth were behind her. But they were not alone. Carter saw it as he looked past Krissy. One of the enemy troops had snuck up on them and had both Beth and Emilio at knife point, mouths covered.
Carter grabbed Krissy and protectively put her behind him. She quickly got in the truck they found and tried to hot wire it. Unknown to her or Carter the other enemy squad was on the other side of the truck. The driver's side door opened and Krissy was pulled out onto the dirt road. Her heart was racing even more now. She could feel the blood just a pumping through her veins. Before she could react she had a hand over her mouth. Her head spun. She began to feel nauseated. The hand over her mouth smelled of cheap leather, old blood and rotted food. A smell she would never forget. She then felt the cold steel of a blade against her neck. A feeling she would never forget. She held her breath as she was pulled into an old truck that smelled of diesel, body odor and urine. They put a old sack over her head. Krissy’s mouth watered up, you know the way yours does when you are about to throw up? Yeah. Something like that. She fought like hell to keep from throwing up right here. She threw up some in her mouth, but swallowed it back down. God was that nasty. It was chunky, acidic and burned going back down. Her nostrils flared up. The smell intensified. She felt this sharp pain on the back of her head. Soon she passed out.
She was driven to a camp site. It was more or less an underground bunker. She didn't think she would ever see the others again. She thought wrong. And she was relieved of that when she could hear Beth yelling. She swallowed hard as she was shoved into a dark room with two beds. Inside was Beth. Krissy quickly moved towards her. Beth helped undo her hands that they bound while she was unconscious.
The two hugged each other, Beth was trembling as she was in there alone for god knows how long.
Bethany Stein: Are you okay?
Krissy Filapovich: Yeah. Have you seen the guys?
Bethany Stein: No! Fuck!
Krissy took a deep breath. She coughed some, regretting that deep breath. The room smelled like human waste, blood and mold. As she looked around the room she noticed it was dark and you could see old stains from previous guests they had here. Suddenly light came into the room from the door as it was carelessly flung open. They both looked that way, hoping to leave. Instead their close friends and teammates Carter and Emilio were thrown into the room. Their bodies hit the hard ground with a thud. Carter got backup almost as soon as he hit the ground, Emilio did not. Once the door was shut Carter adjusted his eyes to the darkness before he moved to check on Emilio. He found a pulse and then moved to check on the Krissy and Beth.
Hours later the door was opened and five men filed into the room. Emilio was awake now and the first to jump up. He was shot right in the head. Beth screamed and began to cry. Krissy and Carter just did what they could to hold it together. Beth was snatched up by her collar and pushed against the wall. Carter's jaw hardened as Krissy clenched her fists.
It went downhill from there. Beth was raped by two of them men. Two men held Carter down and the fifth one held Krissy in place. Once they were finished with Beth, they held Carter in place and then three of them went to work on Krissy.
She locked her eyes on Carter's the whole time, cold and emotionless. Carter was livid, but his gaze matched hers.
Five hours later they were left alone. Emilio was dead. So was Beth. Carter tried to console Krissy, but she was changed forever.
on camera
The scene opens with Krissy Filapovich sitting in an old church in Bucharest, Romania that was renovated and transformed into a night club. She managed to pull some strings and get use of the one balcony, looking below at all the people dancing and mingling in the crowd. Lost in the Trance music that could barely be heard up where Krissy was.
Krissy Filapovich: Look at them. Like little insects. Moving around down there. They have no idea that we are even here for a show. They don't even care. They don't even matter to be honest. This is a just a nice place for thinking.
She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
Krissy Filapovich: Roxi, let me start off by saying congrats on winning the Bombshell Internet Championship title. You are now stuck in the division for as long as you hold that title. So enjoy that. Keep the others in line. I know you will. You are good like that.
Krissy really did compliment, insult and compliment Roxi all in one breath.
Krissy Filapovich: Despayre, I won't even get mad at you if you beat the crap out of my partner. Nope, not one bit. Do you know why? Because he is such a dumbass he doesn't even know who his damn partner is.
Krissy leans against the ornately carved balcony and shakes her head.
Krissy Filapovich: Travis Nathaniel Andrews, you dumb sonofabitch. You're not teaming up with Melody Grace. Tell you what, if you wanna just sit this match out and sit at ring side eating bonbons and reading soap opera weekly, you can go right ahead.
She reaches up and runs her hand down over her face in frustration.
Krissy Filapovich: After the match, should we lose I am going to drag your dumb ass back into the ring and beat the living daylights out of you. Then you will know damn well who your partner was for this match. You will know that it was me, Krissy Filapovich. You will know that you should pay more attention to things and actually focus on your career here instead of bitching like some woman who was wronged by her man after he left her on the side of the road.
Krissy stands up straight, clearly pissed off.
Krissy Filapovich: You think you got the short end of the stick, Travis? You think this is a waste of your time. That you ill have to carry me on your shoulders? Can you even do that cupcake? You think you are the best person on the roster that is in this match?
She scrunches up her nose and shakes her head. She grabs a chair off to the side and sets it in the middle of the balcony floor, gesturing towards it as she speaks.
Krissy Filapovich: Sit the fuck down you little bitch.
She nearly snarls at the camera.
Krissy Filapovich: You are the person they put in this match because everyone else was busy. You are the filler. The one who is a waste of MY time. Roxi's time and Despayre's time. We could all be out hunting Vampires or drinking blood. But no. We have to listen to you go on and on for three minutes about absolutely nothing. To be quite honest, I am better than you Travis.
She simply shrugs her shoulders.
Krissy Filapovich: I am the one who is gonna carry this team. I am gonna go beyond low card and climb up high in the ranks of this company. While we may lose this match, it won't be because of me. No. It will because of the deadweight I was saddled with. That being you, Travis. Just in case you are too thick headed or stupid to realize who I mean. Hell you may not even see this because you could be waiting for Melody Grace to put out a promo.
She rolls her eyes, putting her hands on the back of the chair.
Krissy Filapovich: I'm not gonna be taken lightly any more. No more nice girl. No more smiles. I'm through with being polite. I have been through more shit than any of you can fucking imagine and yet here I stand. I am going places in SCW. Can any of you seriously say that? Sure, Roxi has gold. Thanks for beating me by the way. But honestly. My future is bright. I'll see you all soon.
Krissy winks to the camera as the scene fades out to black.