Post by Dreamkiller on Jan 10, 2021 18:09:01 GMT -5
1.The Beginning.
What have you done?
This is my story. Not either of my sisters. Not my brothers, not my boyfriends. But mine. There is one person on this earth that can know the complex emotions of what I have gone through but she chose to go a different way than I. So while Amber knows the path I’ve walked since she technically stepped before me, the roads forked and changed as we both did with age. Now I firmly believe that to trace the path of a person you need to go back to the beginning. The central point to which someone’s personality began to form in this narrative. This also helps establish the villains and heroes…..
Well, if I’m being honest there are no heroes in my story. You see the world is not a happy shiny place filled with smiles and laughter that makes children grow into functioning members of society. At Least, not in my world. Not in my story. You see I, Kayla LeAnn Richards am 23 years old. And as of right now I am a successful professional wrestler having comeback from a year absence to put the fear of fucking god in an entire company. I’m engaged to one of the most successful world champions of the modern age. My sister, my biggest rival has become a domesticated house plant and my younger sister makes goo goo eyes at a muscle bound fool while my brother is missing.
This is what I am faced with. My life has turned that corner and I am now what most would consider “happy”. Of course. That would be if I could feel it. But digress from my point and from the journey I am preparing to take you on. You see in the past I have shown you snippets of my recent life. The trials and tribulations I have gone through since I turned 18. But even that, the story of degradation and pain, the betrayals and constant use of my body and heart for others sick pleasures are just a happy fairytale compared to what I will share.
As I mentioned before, the one person I know who could share the pain and understand how my mind works splintered and went as whole other way than me. And maybe one day she will share her story. But for me it started, I mean REALLY started when I was 6 years old, with seeing something I shouldn’t and the start of the idea that daddy dearest was not perfect. And that the pain I was going to feel would change me forever…..
“Would you mind if I hurt you?
Understand that I need to
Wish that I had other choices
than to harm the one I love”
Norwich England
17 Years Ago….
“He didn’t really mean it…”
It was a usual cold winter for us. The snow had begun to fall. But only as a thin layer that would soon mix with the dirt outside and become a brown frozen slurry. That’s how it was here. We were denied the “fun” part of snow. Fluffy white promises a lie and a brown thick mess a reality. Our house was small, only three bedrooms. One for our parents and a crib for my brand new baby sister Tasmin Marie. One for myself and Amber, my sister two years older. And a bedroom for the oldest, our brother Jackson. He sat doing his homework along with Amber. I simply sat in the corner playing as our mother stood in the kitchen preparing a meal.
It’s funny but the memory is so vivid I can close my eyes and smell it. The vegetables stewing with the stock and pearl barley. A rich symphony drifting through all the rooms. I didn’t know it at the time or feel it but all of my siblings were on edge except Tasmin. Jackson moved and winced as a shock wave of pain seemed to go through his ribs. Amber was quiet and seemed lost. The look in her eyes screaming for help but from something that at the time was so foreign to me, I was a different person. I looked to our mother, she stared quietly, unmoving. Unfeeling. A sadness about her.
Then everything changed and shifted. The door opened and our father walked in. I was happy to see him. Jackson and Amber both had a reaction of pure fear. Our mother hid hers well. He stepped in through the house shutting the door hard behind him, the slamming sound causing Amber to shoot in the air as Jackson closed his eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh as it surprised me. I heard whispers, I heard the talking. Our father turned to me with a smile that made me feel uneasy as it always did, I smiled back and waved. Amber shaking her head stepping in front of me to get his attention. A move that I didn’t understand at the time, the foolish jealousy I felt then a reminder of how naive I really was.
The meal went through as normal. A silent ritual. The after dinner movements the same. Done in silence as our father, the king of his castle sat and watched the football on TV. Jackson sat on the floor, avoiding any movement that might offend my father’s senses. Tasmin had been taken to bed, my mother putting her in her crib and going through the usual bedtime. Amber grabbed me quickly taking me into out bedroom to do the same. Her job as the older sister. She read me a story, my eyes were heavy and then I drifted off to sleep….
My eyes opened. For some reason I didn’t stay asleep. The blurry light coming from my small night light allowing me to see just enough. A figure in our room. Moving close to Amber’s bed. I stayed silent and refused to move as it became clearer. I wondered why Amber wasn’t waking up, the figures hands moved under her blankets, touching, grabbing, moving. How could she not be awake?. My mouth opened and I went to call out until something caught my eye. Amber’s hand….
It clutched her blanket tight and then I realised. She was awake, she was pretending, keeping her eyes shut as her lip trembled. A second figure entered, I heard whispers, I heard them grow loud to the point I could almost make out a word. They left the room, I slid from my bed and dropped to my knees feeling the cold hard wood floor beneath them, our bedroom door cracked open enough that I looked through into the light.
Our parents argued. Hushed aggressive words spat between them, my father’s hand slipped sideways connecting with my mothers cheek, she fell sideways. Jackson’s door opened, he turned and the sound of skin and bone hitting the same echoed as I saw my brother hit the ground. My mother whimpered and cried. I heard him laugh, I heard him mutter words as he grabbed her by the hair. Jackson slid into his room and I heard his door shut…..then I heard the sound of pants unzipping…..Amber grabbed the door shutting it, I turned looking up at her, tears quickly drying in her eyes as she shook.
I went back to bed, but I didn’t sleep. Neither did Amber. And that was the beginning. That was the first memory I have of the world becoming just that little bit darker…..
The fallout from Fallout.
It had been eating at her for the last few weeks. Not being booked, not being able to get in the ring and do what she loved to do. Instead Kayla sat at home, she paced back and forth, she worked out, she went for a ride on her bike, she did everything she could to keep her mind off of the fact she was still sitting on the sidelines. The anger burned and grew. But now, here she was sitting in front of her phone, turned on to record and flipped sideways. Because vertical recording is for plebs. And she was ready to give Project Honor and her new show Fallout just a piece of her mind.
“So, I finally get to speak aside from a tiny blurb on the draft show. I finally get to sit here and record something for a reason and to show you all what I am capable of. Lucky you. The problem is that now I’m sitting here, I, well the anger and frustration I have felt over the last few weeks has not subsided. See, I signed my contract for this company and I was ready to go, I dare say I was excited about the new company I was about to work for. See, the last few years have been a roller coaster for me personally and professionally. From IWF and breaking out of my older sisters shadow, to walking into a company and becoming their world champion in a very short amount of time in NGW, to going to Hybrid Wrestling and not only ending the career of a seven foot tall meathead, but I was their longest reigning grand champion. And their most destructive. But both NGW and Hybrid are now gone. And I once again find myself in the position of having to start all over again…”
She pauses and lets out a small scoff trying so hard not to roll her eyes. Kayla is trying to make a positive impression instead of unleashing all of her particular brand of anger and frustration on everyone at once. Her hands clasp together over her knee as she takes a seat in front of her phone. She again takes in a deep breath, her british accent coming through.
“Now, I’m not expecting the red carpet to be rolled out for me, well, maybe I was a little. But I get why this company can’t do that. I mean, it already has it’s favourites, one more might mess up the balance. But the fact is that for the last month and a half I have been waiting to get in that ring and show you all what I can do. Here you have someone that wants to work, that wants to cut a promo, get in the ring, do the promotional work. And you haven’t used me. No, the two shows that I have been on the roster for, Myojin has had three matches, Elena DeDraca has been on both shows, Contessa Florian and Mia Nightingale did no work for the show, they stunk up the place with a draw and Kat Jones got fed to the little golden boy choke artist. A douchebag with a polar bear was there to, but me?.....”
“I couldn’t get booked?”
“I couldn’t get on the show?.”
“You treated Kat Jones like a goddamn goddess and Elena DeDraca like the best there is yet they both have had long stretches of inactivity while I have been destroying rosters and holding championships. And as I said on the draft show, because of my forced inactivity I have been drafted at a much higher number than I should have. Do you know how that feels?. Do you? Knowing how good you are, having the proof right there at your fingertips yet you haven’t had the opportunity to show it? Instead I have had to put up with Matt Knox acting like he is god's gift to wrestling and John Nash Strader calling me “little girl” in one of the most creepy and condescending ways…”
Her words spit like venom, her arms move from her knee folding over her chest as she takes a long deep breath trying to calm herself down, but the anger has continued rising, coming to a fever pitch as her teeth grind together.
“But the time has finally arrived. Kayla Richards makes her Project Honor debut on the brand new Fallout brand. In a dark match…”
She sneers and shakes her head muttering under her breath before trying again to calm herself, but this time it just doesn’t work. She springs to her feet, the force from her legs shooting her up kicks the chair backwards as she turns to pace back and forth, her voice raising in volume and intensity.
“A dark match. against Sara Cross and Zack Tyler. While Kasey Winterborn, another Strader and the artist former known as Maverick all get on the show proper. While Pyro, a guy who got embarrassed by an australian with bad prison tattoos gets to be in the headliner?. A dark match?. If you were out to disrespect me, if you were out to piss me off well you did it. And the price will be paid by Sara and Zack. They will feel the anger and frustration I have boiling right now and will know what it’s like to face the Dreamkiller. And truth be told, I don’t know much about either of them. I’m at a disadvantage. See, even if you didn’t know who I was you could go and look at my tweets, my speech on the draft show and you’ve be able to get a fair indication of my past and what I can do…”
“But these two?. What do I know huh? I saw Zack Tyler running his mouth on the Draft show, didn’t really say much except make himself look like a complete tosser. But then again, he’s like me. From England, living in America. Maybe I should have more sympathy for him.”
“Coming to Project Honor, getting drafted even further down than me. And now, having to get in the ring with me. I should commiserate with him, tell him I understand and give him some respect and wish him good luck. It’s just too bad that it isn't how I am. It’s never been how I am. See, Zack, I watched your little thing on the draft show, I listened to you try and overblow your importance and sound like you were more of a man than you really are. I know how to spot a man like you a mile off. Trying to sound like you’re smarter, grander and more impressive than you seem. The problem with men like you Mr Tyler is that when push comes to shove and you have to face someone who superior, well, your little balls shrivel up, and they roll down a mcdonalds straw like a goddamn storm drain.”
“You’re going to enlighten us all to your past and spin some story that will try and make yourself seem interesting. Yet here you are, in Project Honor, pushing 40 and having nothing to show for it. You look me up and you see championships, accolades and testimonies from opponents who wish they could go back in time and not face me because of what I did to them…”
“But you?”
“Zack, you have nothing. Almost 40 years old, and a joke. And not even a funny one that you can tell people to get a cheap laugh. The kind of joke your drunk uncle tells when they just want to be heard, the type that makes the rest of the family groan and is reminded why they won’t want to see him for another 365 days….I am going to enjoy beating the hell out of you on Fallouts debut show Zack….but, I must admit. I may enjoy kicking Sara’s teeth down her throat even more…”
Kayla can’t help but let out a small chuckle, showing her perfect white teeth from between her red painted lips, her hand moving up across her jawline as she continues.
“See, while Zack actually said something, as stupid as it was, Sara just...exists. A five foot three, hundred and nine pound smiling anime loving child. Great. That is what this business has come to?. I might be a skinny, tattooed bitch but I can go in that ring. I step in there and want to unleash everything on my opponents. I promote the matches I’m in, I promote the company I’m in and I do all I can to help it grow. Cause at the end of the day, the company grows, I dominate it and I get what I want. Money, fame, glory, titles. And the right to call myself the best. But people like you Sara...smiling little children who think it’s all fun and games…”
“You are the type of people I want to punch in the mouth.”
“But with that being said, at least you have won things. Unlike Zack. You think yourself a big name is Revolution correct?. At least you’re not completely hopeless but, that just makes you a bigger target. Zack is just a pompous ass, an aging man who has no idea what he’s getting himself into, but you? You’ve been in the winners circle. You have a name, not a very big one, but big enough to send a message. And that is what I’m about Miss Cross, sending messages. Sometimes I do it through words and through tweets, sometimes I do it in blood. And that is what I am going to make you Sara, a message, a glorious shining billboard written in the sky.”
“It’s a beautiful message in it’s simplicity…”
“Don’t fuck with Kayla Richards…”
What have you done?
This is my story. Not either of my sisters. Not my brothers, not my boyfriends. But mine. There is one person on this earth that can know the complex emotions of what I have gone through but she chose to go a different way than I. So while Amber knows the path I’ve walked since she technically stepped before me, the roads forked and changed as we both did with age. Now I firmly believe that to trace the path of a person you need to go back to the beginning. The central point to which someone’s personality began to form in this narrative. This also helps establish the villains and heroes…..
Well, if I’m being honest there are no heroes in my story. You see the world is not a happy shiny place filled with smiles and laughter that makes children grow into functioning members of society. At Least, not in my world. Not in my story. You see I, Kayla LeAnn Richards am 23 years old. And as of right now I am a successful professional wrestler having comeback from a year absence to put the fear of fucking god in an entire company. I’m engaged to one of the most successful world champions of the modern age. My sister, my biggest rival has become a domesticated house plant and my younger sister makes goo goo eyes at a muscle bound fool while my brother is missing.
This is what I am faced with. My life has turned that corner and I am now what most would consider “happy”. Of course. That would be if I could feel it. But digress from my point and from the journey I am preparing to take you on. You see in the past I have shown you snippets of my recent life. The trials and tribulations I have gone through since I turned 18. But even that, the story of degradation and pain, the betrayals and constant use of my body and heart for others sick pleasures are just a happy fairytale compared to what I will share.
As I mentioned before, the one person I know who could share the pain and understand how my mind works splintered and went as whole other way than me. And maybe one day she will share her story. But for me it started, I mean REALLY started when I was 6 years old, with seeing something I shouldn’t and the start of the idea that daddy dearest was not perfect. And that the pain I was going to feel would change me forever…..
“Would you mind if I hurt you?
Understand that I need to
Wish that I had other choices
than to harm the one I love”
Norwich England
17 Years Ago….
“He didn’t really mean it…”
It was a usual cold winter for us. The snow had begun to fall. But only as a thin layer that would soon mix with the dirt outside and become a brown frozen slurry. That’s how it was here. We were denied the “fun” part of snow. Fluffy white promises a lie and a brown thick mess a reality. Our house was small, only three bedrooms. One for our parents and a crib for my brand new baby sister Tasmin Marie. One for myself and Amber, my sister two years older. And a bedroom for the oldest, our brother Jackson. He sat doing his homework along with Amber. I simply sat in the corner playing as our mother stood in the kitchen preparing a meal.
It’s funny but the memory is so vivid I can close my eyes and smell it. The vegetables stewing with the stock and pearl barley. A rich symphony drifting through all the rooms. I didn’t know it at the time or feel it but all of my siblings were on edge except Tasmin. Jackson moved and winced as a shock wave of pain seemed to go through his ribs. Amber was quiet and seemed lost. The look in her eyes screaming for help but from something that at the time was so foreign to me, I was a different person. I looked to our mother, she stared quietly, unmoving. Unfeeling. A sadness about her.
Then everything changed and shifted. The door opened and our father walked in. I was happy to see him. Jackson and Amber both had a reaction of pure fear. Our mother hid hers well. He stepped in through the house shutting the door hard behind him, the slamming sound causing Amber to shoot in the air as Jackson closed his eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh as it surprised me. I heard whispers, I heard the talking. Our father turned to me with a smile that made me feel uneasy as it always did, I smiled back and waved. Amber shaking her head stepping in front of me to get his attention. A move that I didn’t understand at the time, the foolish jealousy I felt then a reminder of how naive I really was.
The meal went through as normal. A silent ritual. The after dinner movements the same. Done in silence as our father, the king of his castle sat and watched the football on TV. Jackson sat on the floor, avoiding any movement that might offend my father’s senses. Tasmin had been taken to bed, my mother putting her in her crib and going through the usual bedtime. Amber grabbed me quickly taking me into out bedroom to do the same. Her job as the older sister. She read me a story, my eyes were heavy and then I drifted off to sleep….
My eyes opened. For some reason I didn’t stay asleep. The blurry light coming from my small night light allowing me to see just enough. A figure in our room. Moving close to Amber’s bed. I stayed silent and refused to move as it became clearer. I wondered why Amber wasn’t waking up, the figures hands moved under her blankets, touching, grabbing, moving. How could she not be awake?. My mouth opened and I went to call out until something caught my eye. Amber’s hand….
It clutched her blanket tight and then I realised. She was awake, she was pretending, keeping her eyes shut as her lip trembled. A second figure entered, I heard whispers, I heard them grow loud to the point I could almost make out a word. They left the room, I slid from my bed and dropped to my knees feeling the cold hard wood floor beneath them, our bedroom door cracked open enough that I looked through into the light.
Our parents argued. Hushed aggressive words spat between them, my father’s hand slipped sideways connecting with my mothers cheek, she fell sideways. Jackson’s door opened, he turned and the sound of skin and bone hitting the same echoed as I saw my brother hit the ground. My mother whimpered and cried. I heard him laugh, I heard him mutter words as he grabbed her by the hair. Jackson slid into his room and I heard his door shut…..then I heard the sound of pants unzipping…..Amber grabbed the door shutting it, I turned looking up at her, tears quickly drying in her eyes as she shook.
I went back to bed, but I didn’t sleep. Neither did Amber. And that was the beginning. That was the first memory I have of the world becoming just that little bit darker…..
The fallout from Fallout.
It had been eating at her for the last few weeks. Not being booked, not being able to get in the ring and do what she loved to do. Instead Kayla sat at home, she paced back and forth, she worked out, she went for a ride on her bike, she did everything she could to keep her mind off of the fact she was still sitting on the sidelines. The anger burned and grew. But now, here she was sitting in front of her phone, turned on to record and flipped sideways. Because vertical recording is for plebs. And she was ready to give Project Honor and her new show Fallout just a piece of her mind.
“So, I finally get to speak aside from a tiny blurb on the draft show. I finally get to sit here and record something for a reason and to show you all what I am capable of. Lucky you. The problem is that now I’m sitting here, I, well the anger and frustration I have felt over the last few weeks has not subsided. See, I signed my contract for this company and I was ready to go, I dare say I was excited about the new company I was about to work for. See, the last few years have been a roller coaster for me personally and professionally. From IWF and breaking out of my older sisters shadow, to walking into a company and becoming their world champion in a very short amount of time in NGW, to going to Hybrid Wrestling and not only ending the career of a seven foot tall meathead, but I was their longest reigning grand champion. And their most destructive. But both NGW and Hybrid are now gone. And I once again find myself in the position of having to start all over again…”
She pauses and lets out a small scoff trying so hard not to roll her eyes. Kayla is trying to make a positive impression instead of unleashing all of her particular brand of anger and frustration on everyone at once. Her hands clasp together over her knee as she takes a seat in front of her phone. She again takes in a deep breath, her british accent coming through.
“Now, I’m not expecting the red carpet to be rolled out for me, well, maybe I was a little. But I get why this company can’t do that. I mean, it already has it’s favourites, one more might mess up the balance. But the fact is that for the last month and a half I have been waiting to get in that ring and show you all what I can do. Here you have someone that wants to work, that wants to cut a promo, get in the ring, do the promotional work. And you haven’t used me. No, the two shows that I have been on the roster for, Myojin has had three matches, Elena DeDraca has been on both shows, Contessa Florian and Mia Nightingale did no work for the show, they stunk up the place with a draw and Kat Jones got fed to the little golden boy choke artist. A douchebag with a polar bear was there to, but me?.....”
“I couldn’t get booked?”
“I couldn’t get on the show?.”
“You treated Kat Jones like a goddamn goddess and Elena DeDraca like the best there is yet they both have had long stretches of inactivity while I have been destroying rosters and holding championships. And as I said on the draft show, because of my forced inactivity I have been drafted at a much higher number than I should have. Do you know how that feels?. Do you? Knowing how good you are, having the proof right there at your fingertips yet you haven’t had the opportunity to show it? Instead I have had to put up with Matt Knox acting like he is god's gift to wrestling and John Nash Strader calling me “little girl” in one of the most creepy and condescending ways…”
Her words spit like venom, her arms move from her knee folding over her chest as she takes a long deep breath trying to calm herself down, but the anger has continued rising, coming to a fever pitch as her teeth grind together.
“But the time has finally arrived. Kayla Richards makes her Project Honor debut on the brand new Fallout brand. In a dark match…”
She sneers and shakes her head muttering under her breath before trying again to calm herself, but this time it just doesn’t work. She springs to her feet, the force from her legs shooting her up kicks the chair backwards as she turns to pace back and forth, her voice raising in volume and intensity.
“A dark match. against Sara Cross and Zack Tyler. While Kasey Winterborn, another Strader and the artist former known as Maverick all get on the show proper. While Pyro, a guy who got embarrassed by an australian with bad prison tattoos gets to be in the headliner?. A dark match?. If you were out to disrespect me, if you were out to piss me off well you did it. And the price will be paid by Sara and Zack. They will feel the anger and frustration I have boiling right now and will know what it’s like to face the Dreamkiller. And truth be told, I don’t know much about either of them. I’m at a disadvantage. See, even if you didn’t know who I was you could go and look at my tweets, my speech on the draft show and you’ve be able to get a fair indication of my past and what I can do…”
“But these two?. What do I know huh? I saw Zack Tyler running his mouth on the Draft show, didn’t really say much except make himself look like a complete tosser. But then again, he’s like me. From England, living in America. Maybe I should have more sympathy for him.”
“Coming to Project Honor, getting drafted even further down than me. And now, having to get in the ring with me. I should commiserate with him, tell him I understand and give him some respect and wish him good luck. It’s just too bad that it isn't how I am. It’s never been how I am. See, Zack, I watched your little thing on the draft show, I listened to you try and overblow your importance and sound like you were more of a man than you really are. I know how to spot a man like you a mile off. Trying to sound like you’re smarter, grander and more impressive than you seem. The problem with men like you Mr Tyler is that when push comes to shove and you have to face someone who superior, well, your little balls shrivel up, and they roll down a mcdonalds straw like a goddamn storm drain.”
“You’re going to enlighten us all to your past and spin some story that will try and make yourself seem interesting. Yet here you are, in Project Honor, pushing 40 and having nothing to show for it. You look me up and you see championships, accolades and testimonies from opponents who wish they could go back in time and not face me because of what I did to them…”
“But you?”
“Zack, you have nothing. Almost 40 years old, and a joke. And not even a funny one that you can tell people to get a cheap laugh. The kind of joke your drunk uncle tells when they just want to be heard, the type that makes the rest of the family groan and is reminded why they won’t want to see him for another 365 days….I am going to enjoy beating the hell out of you on Fallouts debut show Zack….but, I must admit. I may enjoy kicking Sara’s teeth down her throat even more…”
Kayla can’t help but let out a small chuckle, showing her perfect white teeth from between her red painted lips, her hand moving up across her jawline as she continues.
“See, while Zack actually said something, as stupid as it was, Sara just...exists. A five foot three, hundred and nine pound smiling anime loving child. Great. That is what this business has come to?. I might be a skinny, tattooed bitch but I can go in that ring. I step in there and want to unleash everything on my opponents. I promote the matches I’m in, I promote the company I’m in and I do all I can to help it grow. Cause at the end of the day, the company grows, I dominate it and I get what I want. Money, fame, glory, titles. And the right to call myself the best. But people like you Sara...smiling little children who think it’s all fun and games…”
“You are the type of people I want to punch in the mouth.”
“But with that being said, at least you have won things. Unlike Zack. You think yourself a big name is Revolution correct?. At least you’re not completely hopeless but, that just makes you a bigger target. Zack is just a pompous ass, an aging man who has no idea what he’s getting himself into, but you? You’ve been in the winners circle. You have a name, not a very big one, but big enough to send a message. And that is what I’m about Miss Cross, sending messages. Sometimes I do it through words and through tweets, sometimes I do it in blood. And that is what I am going to make you Sara, a message, a glorious shining billboard written in the sky.”
“It’s a beautiful message in it’s simplicity…”
“Don’t fuck with Kayla Richards…”
