︱NO MORE MARY POPPINS︱Legacy Title
Mar 17, 2021 9:51:21 GMT -5
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Post by gothmother on Mar 17, 2021 9:51:21 GMT -5
THEY SET ME ON FIRE [AND I DID A LOT OF BURNING]
[London, England] around 2004
It was hard to tell what day of the week it was, let alone what month- she was tempted to say year. After some time on the streets every day appeared to be the same. You didn’t notice people rushing through the streets anymore, or the fact that they looked down at you. And they did. Of course there were good people in this world, but they seemed to be down in numbers. Only a handful of thoughts kept Elena DeDraca going. The fact that she knew that somewhere out there were people that had it a lot worse than her. Maybe they had no money or home, or they were terribly sick. It didn’t fill her with satisfaction, but she was a realist. And the other thing, maybe the most important, was the little boy she had left back at the orphanage. Not that there had been much of a choice, considering she was kicked out in the middle of the night.
One day we'll be together again.
Ever since he was brought there she felt a strange kind of responsibility when it came to him. Whenever the other kids would pick on him, she would stand in front of him. Or when the nuns wanted to punish him. She was there to take his place. Why? That was the one question she never managed to answer. Elena wasn't the typical caring and loving type. Mostly because there never had been anyone teaching her how to. But something about this little boy got to her, even though she would never say it out loud.
Today was no different, like she was caught in a time wrap. She was fumbling at her boots, pulling out some pounds. She had been saving up for the past weeks, going as far as skipping the food part. Eating was overrated anyhow. And even though she had counted it several times, she knew that by now it was enough. Elena lifted herself off of the concrete, stretching and dusting herself off. Her eyes were glued to the comic book store on the other side of the road. A rare smile appeared on her face.
He will love it.
She was ready to set herself in motion, obviously lost in thoughts, not seeing the small female right in front of her. To be exact Elena bumped into her, but the girl didn’t move as far as an inch. When looking down she stared into dark brown eyes, and a smile that was so bright that she was tempted to grab her sunglasses. The girl was laying her head to the side, looking up.
“In a rush?”
“No. I mean...what? I am sorry, do I know you?”
The girl laughed out loud, way too loud if anyone asked Elena, all this time looking her straight in the eyes. Something about this female was strangely off. Instinctively Elena crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to put some space between them. But still this woman didn’t seem impressed in the slightest.
“You might not, Elena. But I know you or better said who you could be.”
“How in the bloody hell do you know my name…”
“I could say it’s a very common name here, but that would be a lie- and I am no fan of that. I saw your tryouts the other night. You know the one where you got your ass kicked by this huge guy…”
SHUT UP! She did remember well enough, her ribs were still hurt- bruises covering her back. Obviously the woman didn’t have a filter because even though Elena’s reaction was obvious, she kept talking.
“...and even though you lost, you have put on a great performance. So naturally I was seeking out your gym, but no one could tell me where you live. Some mumbled stuff about an orphanage, others said you live in a cave. None of the stories did fit together, so I decided to follow you.”
If the crazy lady vibes weren’t there before, now it seemed her whole body was covered in it. Elena who was suspicious by nature now took another step back. In the back of her head she was going through options, from just turning around and walking off right to attacking this woman. Along with those ideas she was spinning the outcome of it.
“Okay Miss, I am not sure why you would do awkward things like that. But I wanna tell you that I don’t swing that way, okay? And usually when people interfere in my personal space I will not ask any questions, I will attack. But you seem like...well I don’t really know, but you got the wrong girl. And I have stuff to do. So have a nice day. Tata.”
Elena had turned around and began to walk when she heard the woman’s voice again. It was almost like a whisper, but still strong. Some kind of alluring.
“Is that who you wanna be for the rest of your life, Elena? A runaway? A face in the crowd that will never make a name for herself? I am disappointed to say the very least. But then again what shall I expect from a girl that never had a good day in her whole life.”
When she whirled around with what she believed to be a perfect answer, the woman had moved after her. She was standing there with that awfully bright smile.
“Who the hell are you? You know nothing about me or the life that I have been living. So shove it up your arse, pixie doll. There will come a day when I will be on top of the world. So fuck what you or anyone else might think.”
Another laughter.
“And that was your first lesson. There will always come people that will try and belittle you, Elena. It’s not their words that matter, it is your reaction to them. My name is Alexandra Kelly and I think it is time we talk about business.”
There was no chance for a verbal response as the woman named Alexandra had begun to walk. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing, entering one of the small bakeries. The kind that Elena never had entered, considering their prices. There were small tables right at the window, people laughing and enjoying baked goods. Inside of her she felt the struggle between walking off and following. For a long moment she stood there, still looking into that window. And even though every fibre of her body was revolting, she followed the tiny woman.
What’s the worst thing that can happen?
Moments later they were both sitting at one of the mentioned tables, all kinds of pastries placed in front of them. The young woman had ordered herself some coffee and tea for Elena. There were plenty of questions filling the room, but she wasn't ready to ask them. Instead she allowed Alexandra to talk. Again.
“You might wonder what brought me here, or what made me follow you in the first place. As I mentioned, we have business to talk about. I am not here by myself, that much I can tell you. A woman named Shania Rampage sent me, you could consider me a talent scout. And that is where it becomes interesting for you, Elena. You are offered an exclusive spot at a place called SteelBones Wrestling.”
And once again she was caught off guard. Once or twice she had heard her trainer speak about this place, or people that graduated from this wrestling school. They were considered some of the best in the business she loved so much.
“I think you got the wrong person. I did not apply there, neither can I afford being part of it.”
“You can’t afford training hard on a daily basis? I think you are wrong about that.”
Alexandra took a sip of her coffee, but immediately looked disgusted. She was leaning back on her chair, while playing with one of her dark locks.
“You are not the first student that comes with empty pockets. Shania has more than enough money, so that is not the reason why she recruits. She is someone that wants to give an opportunity to people. And after I sent her the footage from your match, she saw something in you. And so do I.”
“And what would that be? A skinny, pale girl that hardly has any muscles. I get my ass kicked most of the time. And on the rare occasions I don’t, I still don’t look very professional.”
“Did I ask about your win-loss record, Elena? Who cares about such things, silly goose. You might get your ass handed to you, but that is not what makes a great fighter. Every single time you feel defeat, you brush it off and get back up. That is what matters. And that is the one thing that no school can ever teach you. Of course you can be taught to be a fighter, all the technique and moves- but that mindset you either have, or you don’t.”
Elena allowed those words to linger inside her mind for a moment. That point of view was new to her. So far in her life it was eat or get eaten. She had to stay on her toes to survive, always on the move. But that female in front of her was pushing for something more. A lesson she would learn at a later point, even though she didn’t know it yet.
“You’re offered to come with me to New York and join this illustrious school. Everything will be taken care of, we even got you a passport. Don’t ask how, the less you know the better. I have been in talks with your trainer too, who and I quote said: If she doesn’t go, beat her up and still bring her there. So you are either very annoying or he sees the same thing. Maybe this is the once in a lifetime offer, Elena.”
But this is home! That was what she wanted to reply, but out of a sudden that sentence felt very stupid. What had London ever done for her? Or the people living here. Abandoned by her mother, left for dead and mistreated by a bunch of god’s ass licking hooligans. Great resume. There was only one thing, well one person, that still held her here. And if she thought about it just a little longer, there was nothing she could do for him.
Not yet.
“So what do you say? Our plane leaves tonight…”
“Yes.”
Never a woman of many words, but the expression on Alexandra’s face was more than enough. She knew that there was no need for epic speeches, or any more buts, ifs or maybes. Tonight a new life would start for Elena DeDraca. And maybe for the first time in her life she was selfish, or at least that was what it would look like to other people. To him.
She didn’t need to be with him to know that he would be shattered. That once more he would feel left behind, by everyone. It was hard to see the bigger picture when all you got is your pain. There would come a time in his life where he would understand. Maybe not straight away, but after all he was still a kid. Her kid, even if not by blood. In many ways Dimitri Watson would always be hers. Her business. Her heart. Her little brother.
I will show the world.
Promise.
I PAID FOR MY SINS [TILL THE BLOOD FILLED THE ROOM]
[Garrison, New York]
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Well, thank you very much.”
This lovely conversation was taking place in Elena DeDraca’s kitchen, where her best friend Alexandra Kelly was getting comfortable on one of the kitchen counters. She allowed her legs to tingle, here and there hammering against the massive wood. While she spoke she was wildly gesturing with both her hands, which forced El to take the hot coffee out of her hand.
“I am not sure how else to call it. But every fucking time things are going good, well great, for you- you allow someone to piss in your cereal. I am sorry that someone is having a little pity parade, but I don’t see how this is your problem. Like you didn’t say: Hey, act like a complete dick and everyone will get annoyed with you. Or, sure it's a clever idea to plaster social media with whining and tantrums. If anything you told him to not do it- to have more self respect.”
“This is not… well partly, but you know he didn’t have it easy. And he is still new, at least in my eyes. And he is my little brother.”
And there it was again. Elena DeDraca finding excuses for one of her siblings acting like the whole world revolves around them. It wasn't the first time, just another brother this time. And a different tactic. While Finn was openly aggressive and annoyed, a lot more like she was. Dimitri was not used to such emotions. Therefore he had a hard time dealing with them. And automatically thinking everyone was against him. Including her.
“I swear to god I will kick you in the face. I love your brothers and they know it. But I will not tolerate that kind of behaviour again. Let me ask you something Elena, and I want an honest answer. No cryptic shit or anything- just honesty. How often have you fixed shit for everyone? How often have you stepped aside, although we both know you had it? Forget it, I will give you the answer. One too many times, girl.”
Elena by now was in defend mode, which was hard to see since she was cleaning some of the counters. Yeah, the glamorous life. But Alexandra didn’t let her get this far.
“You are the Legacy Champion because you destroyed whoever they put in front of you. And even though I saw Dimitri congratulate you, one only has to read between the lines. It was obvious to me, maybe to the world too, that he wanted to be in your spot. That what he had wasn't good enough. Think very well now, Elena. This isn’t the first time this happened- and I am sure it won’t be the last time. And even though you won’t admit it, I know it stings. More than any betrayal you have faced. More than what Riddle did, or the time when you had beef with Finny- Pooh. This one, despite the one with your daughter, was the one pure relationship you held on to.”
She felt the anger build up inside of her, walking over to the sink. Without warning she dropped one of the plates in there, shattering it. When she turned towards her friend the look on her face portrayed a mixture of anger and deep sadness.
“Okay, what you wanna hear now? That I was fucking hurt that he didn’t automatically take my side when it came to the Legacy Title Match? That it annoyed me that he couldn’t pick between myself and Aiden? Or that it angers me that whatever I say he takes it personally? I am very much ahead of this. I have gone through all those emotions, Pixie. Not only this time, but many times before. But I refuse to cry myself a river. I didn’t ask for all of this, neither did I beg management for anything. I deserve my place, fuck what anyone else wants to tell me.”
And there it was again, that smile she had seen so many years ago. Too bright, too consuming. Alexandra Kelly was a woman of many talents, one of them so obvious that Elena had forgotten about: She knew how to push buttons.
“Good, isn’t it? Finally saying it out loud. You seem to easily forget that I might know you better than anyone else, little lamb. I was there at your lowest points, but I also did witness all the highlights. All your life you have been shadowed by those emotions. Not being good enough, or that you haven’t done enough. Guilt is not the best advisor. You made a decision when you were barely 16 years old. And now comes the time to finally say fuck it. You didn’t leave anyone hanging, or left anyone behind. You were a kid that tried to survive in a world that most adults don’t face without bruises.”
The two females looked at each other for what seemed like a lifetime and for the first time Elena didn’t feel like disagreeing.
“I just wish it was easier, you know? That for once all of us felt happy and not getting in their feels about crap.”
“You have to remember the mentality of this business. Everyone wants to be the best, okay apart from the lazy bitches that are satisfied with a regular paycheck. But that is not you, nor Dickie…”
“Dimitri.”
“I know his name, but since he is acting like one- he can as well carry the name. What I try to tell you is this- we always hurt the ones we love. But for the first time, Elena, do it without guilt. You don’t have to carry the whole world on your shoulders any longer. Just your own.”
It took a lifetime to understand that this was the truth. Elena DeDraca was the type that cared about those close to her. She was there to lift them up, to fix whatever was broken. But not this time. Goodbye, to old habits.
Victory is reserved for those who are willing to pay its price. ~ Sun Tzu
I DON’T MIND [DO YOU FEEL BETTER NOW?]
[Unknown]
You prepare for every match in a different way. She knew it and every other person that was part of this sport did too. Sure, you had your basics that you went through. The so-called routine. But if you were like Elena, you allowed yourself to fully focus on your opponent. With the good and the bad, the positive and the negative. It was not like she could willingly decide what to do about it, it just happened. And while every previous opponent deserved her full attention- no one would ever get it more than Dimitri Watson. Not Finn. Not Cyrus.
No one.
Elena was no idiot. The feeling of things being off between them was present for a lot longer than the little time since she joined Project Honor. She sat there in her cottage and watched him, his whole behaviour. Sure on the outside this was still Dimitri and sometimes when he laughed- she saw that little boy in front of her. But he wasn't that boy anymore, if anything he was a distant memory. He was a grown up man, with a wife and a career. And even though there were many occasions where she wanted to talk about things- she never did. They weren’t as open as they used to be, too many things had changed. It was easy to say that the other party had changed, very easy- but also lazy. And most of the time very far from the truth. Elena herself knew that she wasn't the person she had been ten years ago, or even one year ago. To a degree she caught herself feeling selfish, when she really wasn't.
This is your life.
Life meant growing. And while on the outside she maybe was still the same person, there were now more layers to her personality. It was still a fact that she put her family first. Always. But that meant Isabella and Mark. Two people that never disappointed her or expected more from her that she was. A woman with problems, but willing to face them every fucking morning. And that was real courage.
At this given moment it was hard to tell where she was, but in the end it didn’t matter. It was important to recharge batteries, and take care of your scars. You know, the ones that no one can put a plaster on for you. The same that keeps the music industry alive. To every scar there was a story. She was leaning back in this old, brown leather chair- looking around her. She was alone. Something Elena didn’t mind, which was another thing about growth. The moment you learn to be alone with yourself and your thoughts, and don’t run with fear, there is nothing to be scared of anymore. She, mind absently, ran her fingers over her arm, feeling the little knot right before reaching her wrist. And for just a second she was back there in that orphanage, feeling the wrath of a rosary while standing in front of him. Again.
“Let’s start with the easy subject, right? Or better said a little message towards Drago Santiago. I apologize that someone felt the need to interfere in our business, I am no fan of that- but you know what you have to do. Show them what the fuck you are made of. Once and for all. See, that was the easy subject. But where is the fun in that, right? Wired Consequences.”
She appeared to be frozen for a moment, sitting in that chair completely motionless. Like a freaking doll.
“Not only will this be Fallout’s first ever Pay Per View, but also my first title defense since becoming the Legacy Champion. And who better to face than the grand champion, the one that was the face of the company for so long. The first. The longest. And at the same time the one that lost all his credibility in a matter of weeks. Oh and how could I forget- he is also my little brother. Dimitri Watson.”
“But I assume everyone knew all of that anyhow, but since I am rumoured to bottle up emotions and not speak my mind- I thought why not change that habit. All my life I have been trying to make people better, especially those close to me. I have taken that supportive role, even though not always in the way people wished. And even though I am aware it’s complete nonsense- I owe you an apology Dimitri. For all the things I haven’t done or said. For all the moments I haven’t been there for you, or been too present. But most of all for the past months, where you obviously needed a slap in the face.”
The expression on her face was a strange combination. Barely human, the viewer probably was more reminded of a wild animal- ready to jump.
“Even though you might not see, you have been very lucky. In your relative short career you have achieved so much, and often enough didn’t appreciate it. There is a time for beating around the bush, but your behaviour showed me that you need clear signals. You can have that, but don’t complain afterwards. Don’t start another tirade about how the whole world treats you unfairly. I have heard that broken record too many times in the past months. It’s not only getting old, but it's killing everything that you have worked for. I think you are ready for this, even though that doesn’t make it any easier. In many ways you had it so much easier than myself or even Finn. Sure you didn’t wanna stand in our shadow, but you never realised you created that shadow yourself.”
“In my first two years in this industry I ate dust more times than I can count. I didn’t waltz into companies and walked off with big titles. Jesus, I was happy they let me compete and that I received a paycheck. But you? You have been successful wherever you went and that is when everything changed. Even though you didn’t see it back then, I did. Everyone around you kept telling you how great you are. How much talent you had and how your career would be one to remember. And while all of this is true, it went straight to your head. You no longer could just go out there and perform. You kept telling yourself that everyone expected you to be the very best. The one.”
She reached out towards the small table standing next to her chair. An elegant glass filled with green liquid ended up in her hand. With a move way more graceful than even she expected found its way to her lips.
“But I will tell you something about being the one, there is always another. When I joined Project Honor you held the universe in your hand. You were the champion of champions. And while so many tried, you defended what was yours. Everything was peachy, Dimitri. Until this new found ego got the best of you. You began to question everything around you. Your place in the company. When people turned their attention elsewhere, for example to me, you became uneasy. And even though you never said it out loud, I know that I wasn't welcome in your kingdom. You would tolerate me for as long as I walked past you and your glorious journey.”
“All of a sudden Dickie Watson didn’t feel like on top of the world anymore. And that night I dared to win that Legacy title, that was the so-called nail to the coffin. You wanted to be in that spot. And I will tell you something that is no secret, you could have been. Instead of crying, you could have gotten yourself a spot. And man, I would have been the happiest sister if you had become the champion that night. But this is a lot of coulda and woulda. Because as a matter of fact, you were too deep caught in your own spider web- mostly made of bullshit. You lost sight of what truly mattered at that point. You were the longest reigning champion this company had seen. The one that could have been forever remembered by the audience. But you decided to shut all of that out- turning into a bitter individual.”
Another sip. This one burnt a little less but its strong taste would leave a strong taste in her mouth.
“Week in and week out we witnessed permanent mood swings. And that is okay, if that is the way you wanna do business. But it doesn’t sit well with everyone. It didn’t with me. You are one hell of a competitor and you go out there to face the best of the best. But that is the main thing people don’t understand when it comes to you. You want the best, but never anyone better than you. How did Mark Hunter beat you, Dimitri? He is good at what he does, but he isn’t better. He just understood how your mind works. And that was how he could push your buttons so easily.”
“And that is the one thing that Finn will tell you too, as I am certain he is your go to person, I have no buttons to push. Not anymore. I am not in my early twenties, insecure and full of shit. I have been here for almost two decades and I have survived everything. And everyone. And that is what differs us, Dimitri. I don’t need to be valued by the world. I don’t ask anyone for respect any longer. Not even those closest to me. I have found my peace and self worth inside of myself. I have my battles and I fight them. And if you like it or not, that is why I will always be a few steps ahead of you. I am certain there are so many moments you don’t remember when it comes to the two of us. The nights I held you in my arms, although I didn’t have to. You weren’t my business, until I made you exactly that.”
The volume of her voice had raised, the thick accent as present as always. The red lipstick painted a wonderful contrast to her white teeth.
“And what for? To be reminded even years later that I wasn't there for you? That I moved on and don’t reach out? Do you? That is the one question you shall ask yourself, Dimitri. I promised myself to not make this personal, but the truth is- nothing ever has been more personal. I have spoiled you. I have allowed you to get away with things that I would never allow anyone else to. I willingly ignore the things you have to say, even though I am fully aware they are towards my direction. And why have I done that? Because I love you. But the truth is, love isn’t always enough.”
“You have everything and you don’t see it. A loving wife, friends and a career that some of us will never get. But the problem is, no matter how much all this means- it will never be enough. Not as long as you don’t understand that this business holds a lot more than wins and losses. More than carrying titles and companies. It is about the lessons you learn from every match. The moments you can relive in your head, even when they are long gone. Which leads back to what I have told you so many times. You have to be in this for yourself, not everyone else. People will come and go. Alliances will break. But even when that happens, you have to stand up with your head held high- give the world the biggest fuck you one can deliver.”
For the first time the camera focused on the huge window behind her. It had started to rain, the kind so heavy that you couldn’t ignore it. The wind was forcing the drops against the window, giving it a sound as if the glass was ready to burst. But it didn’t.
“Do I think you can beat me? Absolutely. That is the beauty of this job, everyone can beat everyone. But do I think you will beat me? No, little pup. And I assure you that this is not me being on a high and all of sudden getting a messiah complex. I just know that I am in the best shape of my life. And the thing that I have, you haven’t found yet. No matter who leaves or turns their back on me, I always got something. Myself. And that is one of the main reasons that, no matter how high the mountain, I will climb it. No matter how often I fall, I will get back up. Better than ever. See, learn and live. I am aware the truth hurts, even more when it is delivered by someone that usually takes you by the hand. But not only don’t you need this any longer- I am not willing to give it either.”
“For too many years all of you sat there expecting me to find a solution for things you fucked up yourself. Today is nothing different. Am I supposed to say sorry that I gained a certain popularity in my career? Is that the moment where I say, sure I move aside so you can have your moment? Another moment I should add. Life would be so much easier if we always got what we wanted, but I got news for you: Life is hard and then you die. We all struggle and no one gives a fuck. So either you make it past that point, or you vanish.”
Unexpectedly she rose from the chair, standing there in her full size. The viewer then saw what she was dressed in. Blood red leather pants and a matching shirt. Something so different from all the black, yet not less her style.
“And that is the problem when it comes to narcissistic people. They don’t wanna admit they are wrong, but leave alone the thought people don’t admire them. I don’t believe in bullocks like that, Dimitri. If anyone knows this, then it’s you. I have always followed the beat of my own drum. I might live in chaos, but at the end of the day I created it myself. So come our match, don’t expect any special treatment. Don’t look at me and see the sister that would walk through the fire for you. No mistake, I would. And I did. But it is time you look in the mirror and admit to your flaws. Reminding yourself where all of this started.”
“A little boy in an orphanage that was picked on. Because of his name, size and the fact that his English wasn't that well. Remember the times when they threw stones at you, and how little of them ever met you. I carry the bruises, pup. I am the one to tell this tale to the very end. So no matter how many times you wanna deny it, you wouldn’t have gone this far without knowing I was there. You can be mad at me, but there will come a time when you realise that I am right. You wanna get the best of me, you wanna be the Legacy champion and be the top of this company? Then give it your best shot. Don’t expect me to lay down and play dead just to repeat history.”
Elena walked towards the window now, scratching over the glass with her sharp nails. The noise caused the little hair on the back of her neck to stand up. A shiver running down her spine.
“This is the one valuable lesson I haven’t been able to teach you. No matter how many years of time we had. This is the only shot you have. And no, I don’t speak about this match. There are more to come, maybe even bigger than this. But that very night you will stand in front of the things you love deeply. The things you try to forget. But also the things you must overcome to finally become the best version of yourself. It was always coming down to that, don’t you think? You can love someone so much that you feel it in every fibre of your body, but still live to destroy everything they stand for.”
“I have always been that mother, father and sister to you. But you don’t need to be coddled, Dimitri. You need to be reminded of what brought you here in the first place. Your strengths and your weaknesses. And once everything is broken, you will realise that there is so much to be thankful for. Life, Love and Loyalty. In many ways you are my legacy just like Isabella will be, but that doesn’t mean that I am ready to rest in peace.”
Next to her on shelf rested the Legacy title. Polished and with her name engraved. Her hand rested on it, rubbing it gently. The smile that appeared on her face was different than the one she wore at the beginning. It was a knowing smile, a dangerous one. Without effort she lifted the title and laid it over her shoulder.
“Give me your all, Dimitri. And with all, I don’t mean what you have been feeding those fools you have been up against. No dumb shit that you usually pull, because we both know it wont work. I am not your mate, I am not your enemy- I am your sister. Even when I stand in a pool of your blood, I will always be that. And one day, maybe not so soon, you will thank me for this.”
“So, no hard feelings, little brother.”
[London, England] around 2004
It was hard to tell what day of the week it was, let alone what month- she was tempted to say year. After some time on the streets every day appeared to be the same. You didn’t notice people rushing through the streets anymore, or the fact that they looked down at you. And they did. Of course there were good people in this world, but they seemed to be down in numbers. Only a handful of thoughts kept Elena DeDraca going. The fact that she knew that somewhere out there were people that had it a lot worse than her. Maybe they had no money or home, or they were terribly sick. It didn’t fill her with satisfaction, but she was a realist. And the other thing, maybe the most important, was the little boy she had left back at the orphanage. Not that there had been much of a choice, considering she was kicked out in the middle of the night.
One day we'll be together again.
Ever since he was brought there she felt a strange kind of responsibility when it came to him. Whenever the other kids would pick on him, she would stand in front of him. Or when the nuns wanted to punish him. She was there to take his place. Why? That was the one question she never managed to answer. Elena wasn't the typical caring and loving type. Mostly because there never had been anyone teaching her how to. But something about this little boy got to her, even though she would never say it out loud.
Today was no different, like she was caught in a time wrap. She was fumbling at her boots, pulling out some pounds. She had been saving up for the past weeks, going as far as skipping the food part. Eating was overrated anyhow. And even though she had counted it several times, she knew that by now it was enough. Elena lifted herself off of the concrete, stretching and dusting herself off. Her eyes were glued to the comic book store on the other side of the road. A rare smile appeared on her face.
He will love it.
She was ready to set herself in motion, obviously lost in thoughts, not seeing the small female right in front of her. To be exact Elena bumped into her, but the girl didn’t move as far as an inch. When looking down she stared into dark brown eyes, and a smile that was so bright that she was tempted to grab her sunglasses. The girl was laying her head to the side, looking up.
“In a rush?”
“No. I mean...what? I am sorry, do I know you?”
The girl laughed out loud, way too loud if anyone asked Elena, all this time looking her straight in the eyes. Something about this female was strangely off. Instinctively Elena crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to put some space between them. But still this woman didn’t seem impressed in the slightest.
“You might not, Elena. But I know you or better said who you could be.”
“How in the bloody hell do you know my name…”
“I could say it’s a very common name here, but that would be a lie- and I am no fan of that. I saw your tryouts the other night. You know the one where you got your ass kicked by this huge guy…”
SHUT UP! She did remember well enough, her ribs were still hurt- bruises covering her back. Obviously the woman didn’t have a filter because even though Elena’s reaction was obvious, she kept talking.
“...and even though you lost, you have put on a great performance. So naturally I was seeking out your gym, but no one could tell me where you live. Some mumbled stuff about an orphanage, others said you live in a cave. None of the stories did fit together, so I decided to follow you.”
If the crazy lady vibes weren’t there before, now it seemed her whole body was covered in it. Elena who was suspicious by nature now took another step back. In the back of her head she was going through options, from just turning around and walking off right to attacking this woman. Along with those ideas she was spinning the outcome of it.
“Okay Miss, I am not sure why you would do awkward things like that. But I wanna tell you that I don’t swing that way, okay? And usually when people interfere in my personal space I will not ask any questions, I will attack. But you seem like...well I don’t really know, but you got the wrong girl. And I have stuff to do. So have a nice day. Tata.”
Elena had turned around and began to walk when she heard the woman’s voice again. It was almost like a whisper, but still strong. Some kind of alluring.
“Is that who you wanna be for the rest of your life, Elena? A runaway? A face in the crowd that will never make a name for herself? I am disappointed to say the very least. But then again what shall I expect from a girl that never had a good day in her whole life.”
When she whirled around with what she believed to be a perfect answer, the woman had moved after her. She was standing there with that awfully bright smile.
“Who the hell are you? You know nothing about me or the life that I have been living. So shove it up your arse, pixie doll. There will come a day when I will be on top of the world. So fuck what you or anyone else might think.”
Another laughter.
“And that was your first lesson. There will always come people that will try and belittle you, Elena. It’s not their words that matter, it is your reaction to them. My name is Alexandra Kelly and I think it is time we talk about business.”
There was no chance for a verbal response as the woman named Alexandra had begun to walk. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing, entering one of the small bakeries. The kind that Elena never had entered, considering their prices. There were small tables right at the window, people laughing and enjoying baked goods. Inside of her she felt the struggle between walking off and following. For a long moment she stood there, still looking into that window. And even though every fibre of her body was revolting, she followed the tiny woman.
What’s the worst thing that can happen?
Moments later they were both sitting at one of the mentioned tables, all kinds of pastries placed in front of them. The young woman had ordered herself some coffee and tea for Elena. There were plenty of questions filling the room, but she wasn't ready to ask them. Instead she allowed Alexandra to talk. Again.
“You might wonder what brought me here, or what made me follow you in the first place. As I mentioned, we have business to talk about. I am not here by myself, that much I can tell you. A woman named Shania Rampage sent me, you could consider me a talent scout. And that is where it becomes interesting for you, Elena. You are offered an exclusive spot at a place called SteelBones Wrestling.”
And once again she was caught off guard. Once or twice she had heard her trainer speak about this place, or people that graduated from this wrestling school. They were considered some of the best in the business she loved so much.
“I think you got the wrong person. I did not apply there, neither can I afford being part of it.”
“You can’t afford training hard on a daily basis? I think you are wrong about that.”
Alexandra took a sip of her coffee, but immediately looked disgusted. She was leaning back on her chair, while playing with one of her dark locks.
“You are not the first student that comes with empty pockets. Shania has more than enough money, so that is not the reason why she recruits. She is someone that wants to give an opportunity to people. And after I sent her the footage from your match, she saw something in you. And so do I.”
“And what would that be? A skinny, pale girl that hardly has any muscles. I get my ass kicked most of the time. And on the rare occasions I don’t, I still don’t look very professional.”
“Did I ask about your win-loss record, Elena? Who cares about such things, silly goose. You might get your ass handed to you, but that is not what makes a great fighter. Every single time you feel defeat, you brush it off and get back up. That is what matters. And that is the one thing that no school can ever teach you. Of course you can be taught to be a fighter, all the technique and moves- but that mindset you either have, or you don’t.”
Elena allowed those words to linger inside her mind for a moment. That point of view was new to her. So far in her life it was eat or get eaten. She had to stay on her toes to survive, always on the move. But that female in front of her was pushing for something more. A lesson she would learn at a later point, even though she didn’t know it yet.
“You’re offered to come with me to New York and join this illustrious school. Everything will be taken care of, we even got you a passport. Don’t ask how, the less you know the better. I have been in talks with your trainer too, who and I quote said: If she doesn’t go, beat her up and still bring her there. So you are either very annoying or he sees the same thing. Maybe this is the once in a lifetime offer, Elena.”
But this is home! That was what she wanted to reply, but out of a sudden that sentence felt very stupid. What had London ever done for her? Or the people living here. Abandoned by her mother, left for dead and mistreated by a bunch of god’s ass licking hooligans. Great resume. There was only one thing, well one person, that still held her here. And if she thought about it just a little longer, there was nothing she could do for him.
Not yet.
“So what do you say? Our plane leaves tonight…”
“Yes.”
Never a woman of many words, but the expression on Alexandra’s face was more than enough. She knew that there was no need for epic speeches, or any more buts, ifs or maybes. Tonight a new life would start for Elena DeDraca. And maybe for the first time in her life she was selfish, or at least that was what it would look like to other people. To him.
She didn’t need to be with him to know that he would be shattered. That once more he would feel left behind, by everyone. It was hard to see the bigger picture when all you got is your pain. There would come a time in his life where he would understand. Maybe not straight away, but after all he was still a kid. Her kid, even if not by blood. In many ways Dimitri Watson would always be hers. Her business. Her heart. Her little brother.
I will show the world.
Promise.
I PAID FOR MY SINS [TILL THE BLOOD FILLED THE ROOM]
[Garrison, New York]
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Well, thank you very much.”
This lovely conversation was taking place in Elena DeDraca’s kitchen, where her best friend Alexandra Kelly was getting comfortable on one of the kitchen counters. She allowed her legs to tingle, here and there hammering against the massive wood. While she spoke she was wildly gesturing with both her hands, which forced El to take the hot coffee out of her hand.
“I am not sure how else to call it. But every fucking time things are going good, well great, for you- you allow someone to piss in your cereal. I am sorry that someone is having a little pity parade, but I don’t see how this is your problem. Like you didn’t say: Hey, act like a complete dick and everyone will get annoyed with you. Or, sure it's a clever idea to plaster social media with whining and tantrums. If anything you told him to not do it- to have more self respect.”
“This is not… well partly, but you know he didn’t have it easy. And he is still new, at least in my eyes. And he is my little brother.”
And there it was again. Elena DeDraca finding excuses for one of her siblings acting like the whole world revolves around them. It wasn't the first time, just another brother this time. And a different tactic. While Finn was openly aggressive and annoyed, a lot more like she was. Dimitri was not used to such emotions. Therefore he had a hard time dealing with them. And automatically thinking everyone was against him. Including her.
“I swear to god I will kick you in the face. I love your brothers and they know it. But I will not tolerate that kind of behaviour again. Let me ask you something Elena, and I want an honest answer. No cryptic shit or anything- just honesty. How often have you fixed shit for everyone? How often have you stepped aside, although we both know you had it? Forget it, I will give you the answer. One too many times, girl.”
Elena by now was in defend mode, which was hard to see since she was cleaning some of the counters. Yeah, the glamorous life. But Alexandra didn’t let her get this far.
“You are the Legacy Champion because you destroyed whoever they put in front of you. And even though I saw Dimitri congratulate you, one only has to read between the lines. It was obvious to me, maybe to the world too, that he wanted to be in your spot. That what he had wasn't good enough. Think very well now, Elena. This isn’t the first time this happened- and I am sure it won’t be the last time. And even though you won’t admit it, I know it stings. More than any betrayal you have faced. More than what Riddle did, or the time when you had beef with Finny- Pooh. This one, despite the one with your daughter, was the one pure relationship you held on to.”
She felt the anger build up inside of her, walking over to the sink. Without warning she dropped one of the plates in there, shattering it. When she turned towards her friend the look on her face portrayed a mixture of anger and deep sadness.
“Okay, what you wanna hear now? That I was fucking hurt that he didn’t automatically take my side when it came to the Legacy Title Match? That it annoyed me that he couldn’t pick between myself and Aiden? Or that it angers me that whatever I say he takes it personally? I am very much ahead of this. I have gone through all those emotions, Pixie. Not only this time, but many times before. But I refuse to cry myself a river. I didn’t ask for all of this, neither did I beg management for anything. I deserve my place, fuck what anyone else wants to tell me.”
And there it was again, that smile she had seen so many years ago. Too bright, too consuming. Alexandra Kelly was a woman of many talents, one of them so obvious that Elena had forgotten about: She knew how to push buttons.
“Good, isn’t it? Finally saying it out loud. You seem to easily forget that I might know you better than anyone else, little lamb. I was there at your lowest points, but I also did witness all the highlights. All your life you have been shadowed by those emotions. Not being good enough, or that you haven’t done enough. Guilt is not the best advisor. You made a decision when you were barely 16 years old. And now comes the time to finally say fuck it. You didn’t leave anyone hanging, or left anyone behind. You were a kid that tried to survive in a world that most adults don’t face without bruises.”
The two females looked at each other for what seemed like a lifetime and for the first time Elena didn’t feel like disagreeing.
“I just wish it was easier, you know? That for once all of us felt happy and not getting in their feels about crap.”
“You have to remember the mentality of this business. Everyone wants to be the best, okay apart from the lazy bitches that are satisfied with a regular paycheck. But that is not you, nor Dickie…”
“Dimitri.”
“I know his name, but since he is acting like one- he can as well carry the name. What I try to tell you is this- we always hurt the ones we love. But for the first time, Elena, do it without guilt. You don’t have to carry the whole world on your shoulders any longer. Just your own.”
It took a lifetime to understand that this was the truth. Elena DeDraca was the type that cared about those close to her. She was there to lift them up, to fix whatever was broken. But not this time. Goodbye, to old habits.
Victory is reserved for those who are willing to pay its price. ~ Sun Tzu
I DON’T MIND [DO YOU FEEL BETTER NOW?]
[Unknown]
You prepare for every match in a different way. She knew it and every other person that was part of this sport did too. Sure, you had your basics that you went through. The so-called routine. But if you were like Elena, you allowed yourself to fully focus on your opponent. With the good and the bad, the positive and the negative. It was not like she could willingly decide what to do about it, it just happened. And while every previous opponent deserved her full attention- no one would ever get it more than Dimitri Watson. Not Finn. Not Cyrus.
No one.
Elena was no idiot. The feeling of things being off between them was present for a lot longer than the little time since she joined Project Honor. She sat there in her cottage and watched him, his whole behaviour. Sure on the outside this was still Dimitri and sometimes when he laughed- she saw that little boy in front of her. But he wasn't that boy anymore, if anything he was a distant memory. He was a grown up man, with a wife and a career. And even though there were many occasions where she wanted to talk about things- she never did. They weren’t as open as they used to be, too many things had changed. It was easy to say that the other party had changed, very easy- but also lazy. And most of the time very far from the truth. Elena herself knew that she wasn't the person she had been ten years ago, or even one year ago. To a degree she caught herself feeling selfish, when she really wasn't.
This is your life.
Life meant growing. And while on the outside she maybe was still the same person, there were now more layers to her personality. It was still a fact that she put her family first. Always. But that meant Isabella and Mark. Two people that never disappointed her or expected more from her that she was. A woman with problems, but willing to face them every fucking morning. And that was real courage.
At this given moment it was hard to tell where she was, but in the end it didn’t matter. It was important to recharge batteries, and take care of your scars. You know, the ones that no one can put a plaster on for you. The same that keeps the music industry alive. To every scar there was a story. She was leaning back in this old, brown leather chair- looking around her. She was alone. Something Elena didn’t mind, which was another thing about growth. The moment you learn to be alone with yourself and your thoughts, and don’t run with fear, there is nothing to be scared of anymore. She, mind absently, ran her fingers over her arm, feeling the little knot right before reaching her wrist. And for just a second she was back there in that orphanage, feeling the wrath of a rosary while standing in front of him. Again.
“Let’s start with the easy subject, right? Or better said a little message towards Drago Santiago. I apologize that someone felt the need to interfere in our business, I am no fan of that- but you know what you have to do. Show them what the fuck you are made of. Once and for all. See, that was the easy subject. But where is the fun in that, right? Wired Consequences.”
She appeared to be frozen for a moment, sitting in that chair completely motionless. Like a freaking doll.
“Not only will this be Fallout’s first ever Pay Per View, but also my first title defense since becoming the Legacy Champion. And who better to face than the grand champion, the one that was the face of the company for so long. The first. The longest. And at the same time the one that lost all his credibility in a matter of weeks. Oh and how could I forget- he is also my little brother. Dimitri Watson.”
“But I assume everyone knew all of that anyhow, but since I am rumoured to bottle up emotions and not speak my mind- I thought why not change that habit. All my life I have been trying to make people better, especially those close to me. I have taken that supportive role, even though not always in the way people wished. And even though I am aware it’s complete nonsense- I owe you an apology Dimitri. For all the things I haven’t done or said. For all the moments I haven’t been there for you, or been too present. But most of all for the past months, where you obviously needed a slap in the face.”
The expression on her face was a strange combination. Barely human, the viewer probably was more reminded of a wild animal- ready to jump.
“Even though you might not see, you have been very lucky. In your relative short career you have achieved so much, and often enough didn’t appreciate it. There is a time for beating around the bush, but your behaviour showed me that you need clear signals. You can have that, but don’t complain afterwards. Don’t start another tirade about how the whole world treats you unfairly. I have heard that broken record too many times in the past months. It’s not only getting old, but it's killing everything that you have worked for. I think you are ready for this, even though that doesn’t make it any easier. In many ways you had it so much easier than myself or even Finn. Sure you didn’t wanna stand in our shadow, but you never realised you created that shadow yourself.”
“In my first two years in this industry I ate dust more times than I can count. I didn’t waltz into companies and walked off with big titles. Jesus, I was happy they let me compete and that I received a paycheck. But you? You have been successful wherever you went and that is when everything changed. Even though you didn’t see it back then, I did. Everyone around you kept telling you how great you are. How much talent you had and how your career would be one to remember. And while all of this is true, it went straight to your head. You no longer could just go out there and perform. You kept telling yourself that everyone expected you to be the very best. The one.”
She reached out towards the small table standing next to her chair. An elegant glass filled with green liquid ended up in her hand. With a move way more graceful than even she expected found its way to her lips.
“But I will tell you something about being the one, there is always another. When I joined Project Honor you held the universe in your hand. You were the champion of champions. And while so many tried, you defended what was yours. Everything was peachy, Dimitri. Until this new found ego got the best of you. You began to question everything around you. Your place in the company. When people turned their attention elsewhere, for example to me, you became uneasy. And even though you never said it out loud, I know that I wasn't welcome in your kingdom. You would tolerate me for as long as I walked past you and your glorious journey.”
“All of a sudden Dickie Watson didn’t feel like on top of the world anymore. And that night I dared to win that Legacy title, that was the so-called nail to the coffin. You wanted to be in that spot. And I will tell you something that is no secret, you could have been. Instead of crying, you could have gotten yourself a spot. And man, I would have been the happiest sister if you had become the champion that night. But this is a lot of coulda and woulda. Because as a matter of fact, you were too deep caught in your own spider web- mostly made of bullshit. You lost sight of what truly mattered at that point. You were the longest reigning champion this company had seen. The one that could have been forever remembered by the audience. But you decided to shut all of that out- turning into a bitter individual.”
Another sip. This one burnt a little less but its strong taste would leave a strong taste in her mouth.
“Week in and week out we witnessed permanent mood swings. And that is okay, if that is the way you wanna do business. But it doesn’t sit well with everyone. It didn’t with me. You are one hell of a competitor and you go out there to face the best of the best. But that is the main thing people don’t understand when it comes to you. You want the best, but never anyone better than you. How did Mark Hunter beat you, Dimitri? He is good at what he does, but he isn’t better. He just understood how your mind works. And that was how he could push your buttons so easily.”
“And that is the one thing that Finn will tell you too, as I am certain he is your go to person, I have no buttons to push. Not anymore. I am not in my early twenties, insecure and full of shit. I have been here for almost two decades and I have survived everything. And everyone. And that is what differs us, Dimitri. I don’t need to be valued by the world. I don’t ask anyone for respect any longer. Not even those closest to me. I have found my peace and self worth inside of myself. I have my battles and I fight them. And if you like it or not, that is why I will always be a few steps ahead of you. I am certain there are so many moments you don’t remember when it comes to the two of us. The nights I held you in my arms, although I didn’t have to. You weren’t my business, until I made you exactly that.”
The volume of her voice had raised, the thick accent as present as always. The red lipstick painted a wonderful contrast to her white teeth.
“And what for? To be reminded even years later that I wasn't there for you? That I moved on and don’t reach out? Do you? That is the one question you shall ask yourself, Dimitri. I promised myself to not make this personal, but the truth is- nothing ever has been more personal. I have spoiled you. I have allowed you to get away with things that I would never allow anyone else to. I willingly ignore the things you have to say, even though I am fully aware they are towards my direction. And why have I done that? Because I love you. But the truth is, love isn’t always enough.”
“You have everything and you don’t see it. A loving wife, friends and a career that some of us will never get. But the problem is, no matter how much all this means- it will never be enough. Not as long as you don’t understand that this business holds a lot more than wins and losses. More than carrying titles and companies. It is about the lessons you learn from every match. The moments you can relive in your head, even when they are long gone. Which leads back to what I have told you so many times. You have to be in this for yourself, not everyone else. People will come and go. Alliances will break. But even when that happens, you have to stand up with your head held high- give the world the biggest fuck you one can deliver.”
For the first time the camera focused on the huge window behind her. It had started to rain, the kind so heavy that you couldn’t ignore it. The wind was forcing the drops against the window, giving it a sound as if the glass was ready to burst. But it didn’t.
“Do I think you can beat me? Absolutely. That is the beauty of this job, everyone can beat everyone. But do I think you will beat me? No, little pup. And I assure you that this is not me being on a high and all of sudden getting a messiah complex. I just know that I am in the best shape of my life. And the thing that I have, you haven’t found yet. No matter who leaves or turns their back on me, I always got something. Myself. And that is one of the main reasons that, no matter how high the mountain, I will climb it. No matter how often I fall, I will get back up. Better than ever. See, learn and live. I am aware the truth hurts, even more when it is delivered by someone that usually takes you by the hand. But not only don’t you need this any longer- I am not willing to give it either.”
“For too many years all of you sat there expecting me to find a solution for things you fucked up yourself. Today is nothing different. Am I supposed to say sorry that I gained a certain popularity in my career? Is that the moment where I say, sure I move aside so you can have your moment? Another moment I should add. Life would be so much easier if we always got what we wanted, but I got news for you: Life is hard and then you die. We all struggle and no one gives a fuck. So either you make it past that point, or you vanish.”
Unexpectedly she rose from the chair, standing there in her full size. The viewer then saw what she was dressed in. Blood red leather pants and a matching shirt. Something so different from all the black, yet not less her style.
“And that is the problem when it comes to narcissistic people. They don’t wanna admit they are wrong, but leave alone the thought people don’t admire them. I don’t believe in bullocks like that, Dimitri. If anyone knows this, then it’s you. I have always followed the beat of my own drum. I might live in chaos, but at the end of the day I created it myself. So come our match, don’t expect any special treatment. Don’t look at me and see the sister that would walk through the fire for you. No mistake, I would. And I did. But it is time you look in the mirror and admit to your flaws. Reminding yourself where all of this started.”
“A little boy in an orphanage that was picked on. Because of his name, size and the fact that his English wasn't that well. Remember the times when they threw stones at you, and how little of them ever met you. I carry the bruises, pup. I am the one to tell this tale to the very end. So no matter how many times you wanna deny it, you wouldn’t have gone this far without knowing I was there. You can be mad at me, but there will come a time when you realise that I am right. You wanna get the best of me, you wanna be the Legacy champion and be the top of this company? Then give it your best shot. Don’t expect me to lay down and play dead just to repeat history.”
Elena walked towards the window now, scratching over the glass with her sharp nails. The noise caused the little hair on the back of her neck to stand up. A shiver running down her spine.
“This is the one valuable lesson I haven’t been able to teach you. No matter how many years of time we had. This is the only shot you have. And no, I don’t speak about this match. There are more to come, maybe even bigger than this. But that very night you will stand in front of the things you love deeply. The things you try to forget. But also the things you must overcome to finally become the best version of yourself. It was always coming down to that, don’t you think? You can love someone so much that you feel it in every fibre of your body, but still live to destroy everything they stand for.”
“I have always been that mother, father and sister to you. But you don’t need to be coddled, Dimitri. You need to be reminded of what brought you here in the first place. Your strengths and your weaknesses. And once everything is broken, you will realise that there is so much to be thankful for. Life, Love and Loyalty. In many ways you are my legacy just like Isabella will be, but that doesn’t mean that I am ready to rest in peace.”
Next to her on shelf rested the Legacy title. Polished and with her name engraved. Her hand rested on it, rubbing it gently. The smile that appeared on her face was different than the one she wore at the beginning. It was a knowing smile, a dangerous one. Without effort she lifted the title and laid it over her shoulder.
“Give me your all, Dimitri. And with all, I don’t mean what you have been feeding those fools you have been up against. No dumb shit that you usually pull, because we both know it wont work. I am not your mate, I am not your enemy- I am your sister. Even when I stand in a pool of your blood, I will always be that. And one day, maybe not so soon, you will thank me for this.”
“So, no hard feelings, little brother.”
