Author Topic: Let's try this again. (Read 679 times)

Emma Rose · « **on:** November 01, 2013, 11:26:07 PM »

*It will be crapola, sorry - rushed*

If I could put my short wrestling career into words, there would be a few that instantly come to mind... Disappointing, abrupt, yet strangely rewarding. If I knew breaking out into this world was going to be as tough as I have found it, to be honest I more than likely would have never given it a shot to start with. To say I don't like to disappoint myself is an understatement, to say I hate disappointing my fans well that right there is a cold hard fact. Yet that's what have I found myself doing week after week.

My promised blossoming career has turned into a taunting flat line. I've had ups I've had downs but recently it's become so obvious to me that every beat is a blessing, yet every beat is short and although the beat is repetitive the result at the end of time will be the same, that our days in our career are numbered. Heck the days in our life are numbered, you either learn to step up and take each day as it comes, or you learn to slip between the cracks and let the fulfilment of life pass you by.

I don't want to live the life of watching everything go past me so rapidly that it makes my head spin, I want to live my life in the blur of success, the radiance of the beautiful beaming light of approval and the best yet I want to live knowing that I can do this. I want to know that deep down I'm not just wasting my time, the fan's time, Sin City Wrestling's time... I need to prove that I have what it takes to fight in this world we call home, I want to prove that I did make the right choice by following my heart into wrestling.

I guess what I'm trying to say, it's time for a restart. It's time for the shadows of doubt to be removed by the placid yet sensual rays of belief.

I know I can do this, but do you believe it? Do you believe in me?

Memory lane!

25th of August 2013 - Atlantic Championship Wrestling presents Massacre in Moncton live on Global Maritimes.

He had saved me, I'm not overly sure why he did, but I can tell you this when he looked into my eyes I felt something. When he took me in his arms I felt something, when he let me back into his arms I felt strangely like I belonged. Like everything I have been fighting for was worth it. I knew that it was stupid the moment I felt it, I knew the moment he let me go in the ring that it was over. So over. So over that it was over even before it could begin, so foolish for me to think that maybe just maybe we were going to work things out, that I was going to get my best friend back. Now it's just this, he's staring at me I'm staring at him not a word being exchanged, not a smile even budding on his face.

Ben and Emma were standing together in Ben's dressing room that he shared with his tag team partner Mickey. The night had only begun but already Ben had found himself in the middle of a heated altercation in the middle of the ring, because of her, because of Emma Rose. While Ben paced backwards and forwards not saying a thing Emma had wrapped her arms around her body keeping fear shakes down, after all she had just come face to face with trauma, she had just come that close to being made out to a pancake.

Ben:

How could you be so stupid?

His British accent was thick and filled with anger, Emma could sense that Ben was staring at her but she didn't bother to lift her eyes from the floor.

Emma:

Excuse me?

Her Kiwi accent was low almost silent as she didn't know exactly what to say, as far as she was concerned she hadn't do anything wrong. Felling his presence get closer Emma looked up towards Ben, finding him just two steps away from her.

Ben:

For god sakes Strawberry Puddin', open your mince pies.

His Cockney lingo was flying off the handle bars while he looked down at her, to be honest if he could have shaken her he most likely would have but the anger mixed with concern was riddling his motions.

Emma:

What the hell are you going on about?

Screwing her nose up at him Emma flicked a long lock of her head hair over her shoulder, letting her hand linger there as she rubbed out a strain that has built in her neck from being man handled by Trauma.

Ben:

I knew this would happen, I knew I would have to bail your ass out of trouble.

She could feel the breeze on her skin as Ben's hands flew up into the air, she had seen him passed of on many occasions but rarely had she witnessed him take them out on her.

Emma:

I never asked you to.

For some reason Emma knew that her statement was correct but she knew that Ben would always feel like he needed to come to her defence after all he had done it for her his whole life. Since meeting back when they were eight Ben had always made sure Emma was safe, he had always made sure that nothing bad ever happened to her, he was in light of many other things her protector.

Ben:

No but I know exactly what would have happened if I didn't you would have played the poor me, poor little ol' me card... Like you always do.

Sighing out loud Emma looked at him and huffed the breath escaping her lips leaving them dry and cold. Running her right hand through her hair she took a step towards him, she was mad.

Emma:

You should have just left Trauma attack me, I didn't ask for you to come running out like a hero. I don't even know why your mad at me, I didn't go calling him out?

Her freckle dusted cheeks started to flare up a deep Rosie red as Emma's normally placid tone started to rise. His eyes were wandering her up and down, in the sense that he was studying her, not for her looks but for any tell tale signs of what she was up to.

Ben:

You knew that he was going after me, you knew damn well that his keepers would be watching you closely but no, once again you go and do something stupid and I'm here left to pick up the pieces.

Her hands came up to cover her face, but just as she was looking to hide she wiped them down her face her teeth snapping shut and a sudden burst of energy came flying out of her lips.

Emma:

Just shut up Ben, I don't want to hear it.

Turning away from him, Emma headed towards the door. She hoped that this was over, but she knew it all too well she knew that Ben loved getting the last word in, it was his thing with her. Emma was just as bad, it was like at times she encouraged him to keep talking.

Ben:

You promised me that with you coming into ACW that you would stay out of my business, you said you didn't mean any harm and that you wouldn't be a distraction.

Looking over her shoulder she glared at him, looking for the truth in his eyes. She couldn't exactly find it as he was doing so well to cover it with his hand that was buried deep into his forehead. Rubbing his fingers backwards and forwards as if she had given him an instant migraine.

Emma:

BEN!

His name slipped out with nothing in return as her pale green eyes looked at him concerned.

Ben:

I knew this would happen. I knew it!

Ben continued to throw his hand up in the air as he made his point, but his eyes never fell into hers. Emma knew that he was deflecting from something, but she couldn't care and she wouldn't care right now she just wanted him to stop talking.

Emma:

SHUT UP! Just shut up! I NEVER asked for your help!!! I've told you time and time again, I didn't even know that you worked for ACW if I did I clearly wouldn't have signed on because you're a complete jackass.

It was her time to let fly, as she screamed at him she couldn't help but feel satisfied. Hoping that her out burst of a cuss word, however small it maybe would be enough to show him that she had had enough, that she was over this banter. Ben looked over at her his eyes piercing her skin like a needle etching in a fresh tattoo. Rolling her eyes she turned and headed for the door, reaching out for the handle she took it and quickly went to make an exit. Running forward Emma's speed wasn't kept in check with the motion of the door as she stepped straight into it her shoulder crashing against the unforgiving wood that has no interest in moving. The sound of her body thumping against the door brought Ben back into reality as he looked over at her annoyed.

Ben:

What's the bloody matter with you now?

Resting her forehead against the door Emma spoke in a mumble, feeling like a child who couldn't win.

Emma:

The doors stuck.

A noise left Ben's lips as he walked over towards the door, pushing Emma out of his way.

Ben:

You have got to be kidding me!!!

Turning to look up at him Emma sighed as Ben took the door handle in his hand.

Emma:

I wish I was...

Before he attempted to open the door her looked down at her, their eyes never coming into contact.

Ben:

This damsel in distress rubbish stops tonight Kiwi, I'm done.

His harsh British accent wasn't a trick, it wasn't a get up it was the truth he was done with her. Taking his attention off her Ben looked at the door and started to turn the handle of the door, leaning forward he expected the door to move under his pressure but nothing happened. Furiously his hand started to push, pull, wiggle and jab at the door in attempts to get it open.

Ben:

What the bloody hell?

A loud BANG was heard as Ben took a step back and then charged towards the seemingly unmovable object. Emma looked up at him and held back a laugh as she could see that this was pissing him off more than it should be.

Emma:

Great just great!

Her words of encouragement not helping as she pushed him out of the way and attempted to shoulder barge the door herself. Unsure of why she was even trying, Emma just wanted to be out of his sight and for him to be out of her mind. As her petite body came slamming into the hard wood once more she felt his hands on top of her shoulders pulling her back towards him.

Ben:

Easy Em, you'll hurt yourself if you keep doing that.

His voice was calm, considering he had just spent the last few minutes voicing his grievances with her. His right arm wrapped around her body as he tried to keep her back from barging at the door again, his lips just shy from pressing into the back of her head. Emma closed her eyes as Ben let a sigh escape his lips, if she was still enough she would have felt the air rush past her hair.

Emma:

As if you care?

But he did care, he cared enough to twirl me effortlessly in his arms, he cared enough to finally for the first time since in the ring look down into my eyes. Like he really looked into my eyes, I could feel the warmth of his skin as his hands caressed my arms as he held me just inches away from him. His breath seeped into my skin as his head lowered towards my face. For a moment in time it was like every single doubt in my mind had been lifted it, like I was weightless. Time stood still as he gaze wandered from my eyes to my lips and then that smile, that honest to God smile that I had been waiting years to see. There wasn't a part of me that didn't feel like it was on fire as he finally brought his perfect lips to mine. Pressing them so gently on mine I could feel his weight shift as his arms wrapped around my back pulling me closer, my body flowing into his as we kissed. Oh Boy did we kiss, the feeling that was once so familiar between us, was reignited as we finally gave into years of frustrations, years of resentment, wasted years... but years that were needed to make this moment even more perfect. As he pulled away slowly breathless, with a smile plastered on his face I knew that even without any words spoken, he was mine... and I was finally his.

Time to focus

Dear Diary,

This Sunday, I find myself back in the ring, back to heaven and back to hell. To say my career hasn't been the glimmer of success that i have craved for would be an understatement. Right now my wrestling career is an eternal beast that is hell bent on ripping me from limb to limb leaving nothing but scars on my conscience. The last time I stepped foot inside a wrestling ring it was a disaster, it's an action I do not wish to relive.

Sigh! How the hell did I even let Ben talk me into this anyways? It must have been his eyes, it's always his eyes.

This weekend I find myself tagging with Roxi Johnson a very strong woman who holds nothing but my dearest respect, after all she was the one who lead this company in the time of need for a leader. She was the one who took the Bombshell Championship away from Misty, as task that was said to be unmanageable. Roxi even proved to each and everyone one of us that it wasn't a fluke by holding the belt almost shattering Misty's record, something that shouldn't be sneezed at. So when it come to partners I know for a fact I can count on mine, not only is Roxi talented but she seems to be down to earth. She's not looking for grudges, she's not looking to dip into the world of drama to get her point across, so this right here fills me with the confidence that Roxi is after the same thing I am... just a good clean fight. Just a night in the ring where we can show off our talents and leave the battle where the dust settles and that's in the squared circle.

Well in Sin City Wrestling's case, the six sided circle.

At Climax Control Roxi and myself go up against Amy and Joanne, I don't know a whole lot about these girls other then the fact they like a fight and they'll take that fight however it comes neither worrying about how fair is falls. Oh and that they jump on and off the fan train. Classy Ladies. But from what I've been told Amy is the one to look out for the unstable ex of Kevin Carter, the up and coming Bombshell that should be next in line for a shot at the Bombshell Championship. Regardless of this cold hard fact or rubbish fiction, it doesn't matter... Joanne and Amy could be any girls on the roster and Roxi and I would still walk into this match with our heads held high, to leave with our heads held high. I will not stop until I can prove to myself that I deserve to be here, that I deserve to be a member of the Sin City Wrestling roster. I might not have the experience under my belt like Joanne and Amy but I have the determination to want to get the job done. I don't need to just prove this to my fans I need to prove it to myself.

I hate letting my fans down but what I hate the most is letting myself down... and now since I have Ben Jordan on my side I'm going to hate seeing him walk on egg shells around me if I was to fail once again. I can't let it happen, so I will try my hardest to ensure that this doesn't happen. Consider this Sunday a rebirth, the new era of the first ever Kiwi Lady to enter a Sin City Wrestling ring, it's time to show the others why people have dubbed you not just the centrefold of Sin City Wrestling, but as the breath of fresh air to women's wrestling. It's time to prove to everyone that Kia Kaha isn't just the name of your finisher but it's in fact your lifestyle...

For as long as I have known myself there is a few things I can say is the truth, I'm unstoppable, I'm dominant, I'm in a class of my own... I AM FOREVER STRONG. It's time for the rest of world to see this, it's time for the rest of the world to discover the unknowns of New Zealand women, I may not be a "islander" but boy oh boy I have learnt a few things in my time, I have learnt how to survive, I have learnt how to recover and this little lady is going to put those wheels in motion this Sunday...

My new mantra, I do not fear defeat, because I will never be truly defeated.

Come Sunday, I will let the sins of my past wash over me, I will let the pain of previous defeats guide me into the land of success and prosperity...

After all Emma it's time to get your shine on.

xxx

ERJ