Reflections
It was unclear.
The way the living world works
Yet.
Somehow even the bed laid plans
Fail.
Somehow even a moron can come out on top.
Even the superior can fall.
Rome
For instance.
The inferior can win battles.
Not wars.
Was this a war?
Sierra can be the judge.
Not Jessica Rabbit.
Melissa Aki was naked in front of the sink, the mirror above it steamed as she kept writing in that steam.
She stopped suddenly, tracing the scars, slowly picking at the scabs of the wounds she was forced to feel.
They brought the memories of the Extreme Chamber match. The failure hurt more than any wound she was forced to endure.
Recently there had been too many failures. Too many false dawns. When she looked at herself…who was she?
The tough, cocky, fun loving Maki with the bad attitude who backed up her words. Did she disappear?
Was she stolen away and the demon is the most lacklustre demonic being of all time?
A claw came out of the mirror and slashed her face, she shuddered as it forced itself in her flesh, ripping her skin apart. Every human being on the planet was just a mesh of flesh, organs, bones and water. Everyone was endangered yet they all believed the same rhetoric until a fateful day when their own mortality comes crashing into their mindset. Why, then, do they always seem so shocked at their sweet smelling demise?
They even take great pleasure in ripping apart other human beings' mental state, they love to tear them down physically, mentally, emotionally to a point where you wonder even if as a Demon you are even needed. Toiling for time immemorial for what? To let them destroy themselves. No wonder Aliens never visit this realm of existence.
Much like Maki. She was taught a lesson at this “Violent Conduct” thing. See, she thought she could let me out and I would rip that Jessie Salco bitch into tiny little pieces and steal her soul. Should I have done that? Yes. Could I have done that? Easily. Why did I not do that? It is inside you Melissa, it is this penchant for narcissism, it is this stupid blanket that you carry around with you. Understand, Smelly Melly as those kids called you? I am never going to be your crutch or your weapon. I have wasted so much of your linear time protecting the vessel. A vessel that is so broken in every perceivable way possible that a creature like me can enter and stay. Yes, we made a pact but Melissa, listen, I AM A DEMON! You cannot trust me and I did what I needed to do which was to split from you. I have found a familiar demon like myself, maybe higher up the chain but oh when you see who her vessel is you will love it, Melissa but this is where we go our own ways.
She started to rip Melissa’s carcass, to free the skin, the flesh off her bones and then her whole body exploded in blood, flesh and bones splintering everywhere. Maki was gone. Melissa was just another figment. The broken begged to be annihilated and here she was disintegrated into a pile of nothingness. Daniela let out a banshee cry from within the mirror. Keira was her next goal. She needed another vessel but Kiera was a vessel for someone else. Maybe they could share it. She screamed again and the mirror steamed up once more and the whole bathroom was clean and it was as if Melissa Aki had never even existed.
The End of the beginning is the start - A Flashback
Life was full of regrets. We all suffered for those regrets. Like why did you even date that guy? Why did you stay somewhere when there was a whole different life across the oceans? Why did you eat that animal who didn’t deserve to die for half of your life? Melissa mused on these thoughts as she sat on a very uncomfortable plastic chair as she waited her turn to get in the ring and be trained by Butch.
America was a different place entirely to the south of England but at least Boston had a London type feel as did New York which was not too far away. Did she regret moving here? No of course not. She would have regretted not coming to try and live her dream. She had, though, regrets about her past few live events. She had some real stinkers and was beaten easily. She even pondered what she could do after she retired from this profession which was looking more and more likely. She didn’t know then that she would become a fierce competitor, multiple time champion across multiple federations and brands, yet somehow, thinking back to this time it was as if it had all gone full circle as she was also thinking about retirement but she fell back to that time when she was just starting out.
Regret is just a way for people to judge a certain moment in time, to look back on that moment in a negative way rather than seeing it as a positive. Without those moments you will not become who you are meant to be and the happy times will exponentially be more fun with a life full of regrets than with a life fulfilled at every turn. She knew the answer for these defeats was due to a variety of reasons. Impudence for sure, lack of homework on her opponent, arrogance at believing she could turn up to win but also maybe just maybe she was not as good as she thought she was. This she found interesting.
Was she just a flash in a pan? Was she ever that flash? What if she had been just lucky? Lots of people skirted that crossroad between failure and luck. No matter who we are we know that there is always someone tougher around the corner so what makes the difference between a winner and a loser? These thoughts always invaded her psyche as long as she had time to let her mind whirl and spin around and around like a Kylie Minogue video. Was she ready to change? Would her own conceit get in the way of her evolution?
“Yo. Melissa. Get in the ring.”
She looked up to see the messy blonde hair hanging limply over that muscular frame of Butch. Every girl here wanted to be banged by him and he had banged most of them but she didn’t like him in that way or any way. He was an asshole. She was a prime bitch. That’s how it worked. Yet still she had her fair share of orgasms thinking about being taken by such a scoundrel.
She walked up to the apron, hopped on it and rolled under the bottom rope. Her blue tights caught, she cursed and then sprung to her feet.
“You look like you come out of some sort of aerobics porn movie!
[color=blue “Eff you. I don’t make much money so this fluorescent shit has to do.Now let’s get to this or are you more scared than your shrimp dick is seeing prime pussy?” [/color]
The girls waiting their turn were shocked and laughed at Melissa being so rude to the head trainer but in the ring she shrugged her toned shoulders.
They locked up, he pushed her to the ropes, she rebounded, ducked under a clothesline and then hit a stiff pump kick and then went for a butterfly suplex but he put the brakes on fast.
“NO! God dammit, Melissa! Look at the size of you compared to me. Do you think you can lift me when you’re skinny as a street sign. Crying out loud. Use your weapons. You’re an amazing striker and the speed on your feet is impressive. Why would you think that move would work?
She whispered and lowered her head, “Because I am a failure.”
He backed up and then bent forward cupping his left ear. “What did you say?”
She straightened up. “I am a failure. I lose every match. I fail in training. I fail in doing any of this shit. I might as well quit.
She went to the ropes to leave, Butch grabbed her shoulder. She pushed it off and hit a beautiful roundhouse kick that knocked him out cold. She looked around at all the wrestlers with their mouths agape.
“I am done with this promotion, this wrestling school sucks arse. All of you sycophants are going to amount to nothing. You know why? Because you listen to guys who just want your vulva to spread. You’re failures. I am a failure too because I did not see this for the joke that it is. I failed. That’s right. I got caught up in my own fanfare. I lost some matches but big deal. I am going to win more than I lose and the best way to get over a defeat is to win matches. That is what I am going to do so each one of your prick teases can get out of my way or follow the Next Generation Leader as she takes on the world and watches it burn!”
She exited the ring, took a look to her left and right, wearing her hideous aerobic outfit, she strolled out of the warehouse and made it into the Spring sun and felt its rays on her face. The end of the beginning is a brand new start.
She opened her eyes, her face felt swollen and lacerated. She couldn’t feel that inner turmoil of Daniela. She remembered that mantra she would tell herself and she knew she had to get over that heinous victory by Salco. The most untalented woman on the roster and she lost to her. In one sense she was a failure but it opened more doors. Evie lost too and she so wanted to face her but first...Sierra Kills.
A Ford Sierra
“Little by little you get knocked from side to side in life, take a hit you come back swinging. Get knocked down and get up again. Times infinity. It’s how life worked. Sometimes your heart gets broken so bad you still miss the one who did that to you years later. Sometimes it’s a fight and you knew you should have done better but something was off. Something took you off your game and you cannot pinpoint it. Sometimes you are broken and bruised but you still get demanded to fight one of the toughest women in the world! Life happens when you start making other plans. Thanks John Lennon and happy birthday!”
Standing on her patio in her new condo, she could see the bright lights but only out of one eye as the other was still partly swollen and full of blood and pus. Sierra Williams. This was one tough rebound fight to be in.
“Let me tell you a story, Sierra. My dad once had this car, it was a big deal to have one when I was very little but over time it had lost its edge. It was no longer the killer vehicle to drive and had been made quite redundant. I took that car out when I was not even old enough to drive and I mangled it. Totalled. I destroyed that Ford Sierra on purpose. I didn’t have an accident because I couldn’t drive. I crashed it because I wanted to take away the affection my father had for it. Now what is this to do with you? Figure it out, coconut.
I have been told to be wary of the Wolfslair? Is that what they are called? I can never remember. Is she in this stable? She said no but that as always could be a ruse. Someone like Sierra is tougher than I should be expected to fight while still carrying my injuries but I am a team player. It is obvious they need one of the most hated women in Sin City to get fans to tune in. That is obvious. See, no matter how tough an opponent Sierra is she is not one to bring the viewing figures only Maki can do that. Oh before you call me some big head please fact check it. Hell, they may even tune in to take pleasure in my defeat. Unlike Sierra I am not going to stand here and tell you all some fable about winning and that she is going to dismantle me or be victorious. I cannot guarantee I will win and she cannot either. I mean, seriously, how deluded are you if you believe that to be the case. We all lose and we all win matches. I expect nothing but your best Sierra and even if I win which I hope to, I will not put anything down to my injuries on my performance. I just do not feel you really know which part of me you will be facing, do you?
A sudden sadness crept on her face as the sounds of sirens are heard below. She sighed loudly and thought about the loss she was now feeling.
“Sierra, let me help you out as you seem confused. I am not a demon. I am not number six for god’s sake. I was inhabited by a demon. She got me through some very tricky times in my life. She helped me when I needed it most but she was not me. She just protected her choice of vessel as she called me. She has now left me and I feel like there is a hole in my soul. I cannot describe it but you will not be facing myself or Daniela coming through to decimate you. She has gone. It is you against me and one of us is limping out of there the winner. I do get it, you want to ambush me, you want to be known as the Demon killer or something. Look, whether you kill Daniela or kill me is besides the point. You see me as at a weak point so you can exact some sort of victory to crow about for the next millennium but face it you are scared, aren’t you? I see it in your hollow words and what your friends think. You are scared that the woman who lost to Jessie fucking Salco will beat you. We both know I can beat you in seconds because I have a killer right boot so no matter what you do to me as long as I am hanging in there I can always hit it and get the victory. You’re scared of losing face to your boyfriend and your debased friends. I couldn’t give a crap about anyone or anyone except my wife. That is what has always made me dangerous - my hatred of humanity. I do not need the rules to hold on to or a set of societal rules to live by. I follow my own path and it leads its destructive way towards you. Good luck, Sierra. You may need it.
She stops, as a shadow crawls on the walls, then an invisible force lifts her up and over the railing of her patio as we fade to static.
