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Caution: RolePlay contains content that may be inappropriate to some readers.
Camera: OffJournal Entry
Dear Diary…
So, diary… these last few weeks have really been something else. I haven’t had the chance to write to you, and share everything that has been going on… because I have just been so damn busy. Whether it is flying to a different country, running two-a-days in the gym, attending an event, or just trying to actually catch up on some sleep… something is always keeping me unbelievably busy. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining… like, at all. This is exactly what I want, exactly what I have always wanted. And yes, i have had shots in the past, but none of them proved much worthy. Uncensored was okay, it was nice… a good place to start off, I actually finally started to get going there, but… we all know what happened to Uncensored, yeah… bye bye. And then there was ASW which I honestly just really never even got a feel for, I had what? One match and then… bam, another one bites the dust. It seems like every place I sign a contract with just goes straight down to shit. Well, now it’s Sin City Wrestling’s turn… and I am about to finally make my debut, well… in ring debut at least, and I fucking can not wait. Lets just hope that SCW doesn’t meet the same fate that every other promotion I join seems to meet… hopefully for once, I get to compete in a place that stays open long enough for me to leave my mark, make some history, and of course… rock those faces.
-Desi.
Camera: OffBack to Europe
Ugh, really? Did I really have to keep flying back and forth? I was legit getting so damn sick of this, and I hadn’t even had a match yet… go figure, I have traveled more than some of the other idiots in this industry that have been having matches… even better? I have made an even bigger impact than most of them too. Thanks to me Andrew Watts and Misty Waters made the Blast from the Past finals, which they won… yes, I am taking partial credit for their tournament win. Speaking of Misty Waters, what a name right? I mean, sounds like a Pokemon trainer or something, or maybe a ride at Niagara Falls… basically.
”Ugh, I am fucking over this shit…”
I let go of my carry on bag as it hit the solid ground next to my black leather boots with a catskin trim atop the fold of the boot. I looked down at the ground, shaking my head, I really was sick of all of the traveling… the whole reason I joined SCW is because this shit is just supposed to stay local. If I wanted to wrestle in Europe, I would have just never moved to America in the first place, I could have just stayed back home in England and kept wrestling in the small leagues. I shook my head, and Germany? Why fucking Germany of all places? That place is just, full of disgusting creeps, disgusting, fattening food, and just… disgusting everything else. I let out a frustrated sigh as I pushed my face into my hands for a few seconds, shaking my head again as my hands hit my sides.
”Um… you alright there, woman?”
I looked to my side at him, Andrew Watts. The only person who had really helped me out since I moved to the States, not exactly sure why either… but, hey… shit happens right? I sighed, rolling my eyes as I looked at him, giving him a blank stare for a few seconds. He stared back with a questioned look in his eyes, arching an eyebrow as he placed his hands on his hips, awaiting my reply.
”Yeah, I’m… I’m great.”
I replied, obviously a tone of sarcasm in my voice, trying to make it sound a bit more serious, but… clearly it didn’t work.
”Yeah, and Liz Smalls can actually wrestle...”
Watts reply clearly being sarcastic, and rubbing it in that I wasn’t being honest with him. I was just feeling completely stressed, and having one of those days… the littlest thing was going to set me off, and I didn’t want him to be around when it did, because… for some reason, I kind of actually like him. I don’t know why, I tend to hate everyone, literally… but, hey… shit happens, right?
”Look just… go alright? I am going to make sure my bags are getting sent to the right fucking place, and then just go… sit in the waiting area for my flight. I need to clear my head… so just, go.”
He arched an eyebrow, not really saying anything right away, just staring at me as I looked down at the ground. Shit, I did exactly what I didn’t want to do, I pushed him away. Oh well, it was all I knew how to do… he took a step towards me, placing his finger on my chin as he lifted my head up and looked me in the eyes.
”I can stay with you til your flight is ready to board...”
I shrugged a shoulder, and he leaned in, planting a kiss on my lips. It felt great, amazing, and I kissed back, placing my hands on his puffed out chest as we kissed for a few seconds and then… my hands shot forward, pushing him away, I shook my head, looking away.
”You can go now...”
I don’t know what got into me at points, I just literally felt like I didn’t know what I wanted… one second it felt right, the next I hated it… and I actually felt bad, sometimes… because it confused him, but, it’s me… I don’t do well with others, I am better to be left alone.
”What the fuck is your problem, why do you always go through these mood swings like this? I swear you’re...”
I had no clue what he was about to say, but I knew I wasn’t going to like it, so I snapped at him, cutting him off…
”Just stop, okay? Go, I just need to be alone, I need some time to think… about… everything.”
I grabbed my carry on bag as I turned my back to him, trying not to make any eye contact as I heard him talking still, as I began to walk.
”Alright then, have a good trip I guess… I’ll see you when you’re back.”
I stop, biting my bottom lip as I shake my head. I start to turn around, but I stop myself. I can’t, not right now. I have my debut match in a week and a half, Andrew apparently is staying here because he wants to enjoy his week off, well… two weeks off, and well… whatever. I started to walk again, as I made my way towards the flight person desk, shit, thing, whatever the fuck it is called. I was frustrated, and that is never a good thing. I sighed, this was going to be one fucking long flight. Somebody get me a drink, or… a bottle.
Camera: OnThe Future? Crystal Clear
I sighed, this… this wasn’t really a favorite of mine… sure I was good at it, sure I am intimidating, and what not. But I would just rather beat the fuck out of an opponent, rather than sit there and have to talk about them. I sighed, adjusting the white rose in my hair as I let out a deep breath, and then… bam.
”About time right? I mean I made my mark in SCW what… almost a month ago? And I still have yet to be in a ring, in a match with someone. You’d think with the mark I left, they would be begging me to get into a ring with someone and go head to head, or whatever match they plan, and just… watch me destroy the bitch I face, rip her apart limb from limb. But, they took their good old time, surprising, I guess. They must have not been able to find someone who was dumb enough to agree to a match with me, that makes sense in my mind, shit… if I was somebody else, I wouldn’t want to face me either, who would?”
I shake my head, walking around the room slowly, not really staring at the camera, just kind of strolling along… doing my own thing, humming a bit, trying to feel this a bit more… not working.
”So finally, I get a match. This coming Climax Control, here in this disgusting country of Germany. I know, Watts told me not to diss Germany, because apparently Lord Raab who I am supposed to get along with or some shit, is from here… but I honestly don’t have a fuck to give, and if I did have a fuck… I wouldn’t give it. Sorry Mr. Man in the Mask, but… I don’t know you, therefore I don’t care for you.”
I continue to walk, just, doing my own thing… and talking, my tone a bit lighter than usual, saying whatever comes to my mind.
”So… first opponent, the ROSE goddess, Crystal Hilton. Is she related to Paris? Would make sense, because she looks just as trashy as her… I bet they have both taken around the same amount of dicks, judging by how beat up and easy they look. They must be related, it’s a for sure thing. So Crystal, you really think it is smart to come into the ring with me? I mean, you couldn’t even get far enough in the Blast from the Past tournament, and lets be honest… other than Andrew Watts, that tournament lacked talent… so the fact that you failed so badly in it, well… it’s straight up sad… and it proves already that you are nowhere… nowhere in my league.”
I grab the rose out of my hair, staring at it for a few seconds. As I stare, I continue to talk, my tone getting a bit more “crazy” sounding, as usual… it tends to drift into that area.
”So Rose Goddess… what makes you so special? Besides the fact that you look like a porn star, and have shown no proven skill in the ring, at least not to me. What gives you a name like the Rose Goddess? You sound like a flower, the goddess of flowers… so what, you smell better than everyone else? Is that your special power Ms. Hilton? Because I smell good too, but… lets be honest here, smelling good has nothing to do with how you compete in that ring, and I think we all know just how “good” you compete in that ring.”
I say this final part with sarcasm in my voice as I smirk, nodding my head and looking up at the camera.
”There is only one problem about being a flower, about being a rose… like yourself. Well, something simple honestly, something you will have in common with this rose right here, and every flower out there. The main reason why I honestly hate flowers. Well, they all eventually just crumble up and die...”
I squeeze the rose in my hand, squishing it to a few pieces as it slowly begins to fall apart and hit the ground below me. I smirk, as I drop the stem and the rest of the rose petals that lay in my hand. I smile sadistically into the camera as I continue my talk.
”See Crystal, or Rose Goddess… your fate? The same as this rose… finding itself at my feet, just like you will be… staring up as you see my boot coming down towards you… coming down fierce and fast… and before you know it?”
I smash my boot into the rose, turning and twisting the tip of my boot against the rose, smearing it across the floor as if I was putting out a cigarette with my boot or something.
”That pretty face of yours: the pretty eyes that get the guys to start conversation… the cute nose that lets out those light snorts and brings them in closer… and those surgically injected lips of yours that makes friends with all of those dicks you like to blow on a nightly basis… they are all about to have one thing in common… they’ll all be smashing straight into the canvas, viciously too. Cause a bitch about to get her Face Rocked...”
I smirk, I had nothing else to say… I feel all that needed to be said was said. The rest? It will be said with actions, in the ring. I walk towards the camera, staring into it for a few seconds, letting out a slight giggle as I lean in, placing my lips on the camera lens, obviously blurring and fogging it up as I let out a big kiss, and click the “stop” button on the side of the camera. Hopefully I didn’t hurt the sluts feelings too bad, and if I did? Ha, I don’t give a fuck.
Shit Happens
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