︱NEVER FELT RIGHT AND NEVER FIT IN︱Elena DeDraca
Apr 28, 2021 6:10:48 GMT -5
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Post by gothmother on Apr 28, 2021 6:10:48 GMT -5
AMERICAN SLANG [I SEEM TO BE COMING OUT OF MY SKIN
[New York City, New York] Throwback to 2006
There was a time in the life of Elena DeDraca where she was close to giving up her only dream. A time when she put everything in question that made her. It was complicated being so far away from home. Well, England. Calling it home would be a little bit too generous. But then again it was the only place she knew. The first few months being in the United States of America was very confusing. Once more she had the feeling of not fitting. But little did she know back then that this would always be the case.
For the past months all she did was eat, sleep and train. And when her body thought of quitting, they increased the pressure. SteelBones Wrestling was a lot more than just a wrestling school. Of course it formed the body and mind, but in reality it was about growing up. There was no one to coddle her, and make no mistake- there were moments she needed it. But being the person she was, asking for help was never one of her strong traits. Instead she would walk back to her room, taking care of her body. Or better said the new bruises she found on a daily basis.
Adapt or perish.
But today was the day for her. After everything she invested and every single let down, it was her turn. Every two months the school sends their older students to have try out matches. And even though that sounded amazing, it was also pretty scary. It was one thing to work inside the training ring, but a totally different one to perform in front of a crowd. You could never prepare for their reaction. Especially if you were going up against a bigger name than your own. But none of those thoughts crossed Elena’s mind tonight. Unlike the other three students she wasn't nervous. If anything, stoic and even more quiet than usually.
They were all, more or less, locked inside a tiny locker room. Male and female. Back then no one cared about me too or whatever else movement. They were all getting dressed, some of them discussing their strategy. Neither of them bothered talking to Elena, which she welcomed. It was pretty much always like that, no matter where she went. Some of them seemed over excited, but went completely silent when the door opened. Right there stood Alexandra Kelly and Shannon Summers.
Can this night get any better?
Much to her delight Shannon put her focus on the other students while the Pixie walked towards her. For a long moment she didn’t say a word, just looking at her from head to toes. So intensively that Elena felt as if she was not dressed accurately. For a moment she would look down on herself, not finding the failure.
“There is something missing.”
In her typical manner Pixie giggled before reaching for something behind her back. She then, without a warning, wrapped her arms around Elena’s neck. This would have been a total no go, if it wasn't her. Elena felt slightly uncomfortable with being that close, but Alex stepped back a second later. She felt something putting pressure on her neck, her hands wandering there. A black and red necklace was tightly wrapped around it.
“What’s that?”
“A cow? The moon? Or maybe just a good luck charm. Either way the way it was made, you don’t have to take it off during your match. It is almost indestructible.”
Elena turned away from her teacher and maybe friend, she wasn't sure about that yet, looking at herself in the mirror. The necklace was painting the perfect contrast to her plain, black gear. Her eyes fell back on Alexandra, she wanted to at least say thank you- but never got the chance to do so. The babbly female was talking again.
“They put you midcard, which is the highest a rookie can get in this company. That was the good news and we are very proud of you… .”
“Now what is the bad news?”
“Who said there was any? Okay, you got me there. You will face off with one of their nastiest females on the roster. She is known for not fooling around and usually ends her matches with forcing people into unconsciousness.”
One of those, Elena thought to herself. Who would have guessed that in many years from them- this would become her favourite thing. Not just winning, but dominating. Elena’s focus shifted towards the other students, and for just a moment she felt pity. She was fully aware that a lot of them would give up down the line. They would never have their big moment, no matter how hard they worked. This wasn't her being arrogant, just the cold hard truth. It was the soprano-like laughter of Pixie that brought her back to the conversation.
“What? No complaining or cursing? Where is the british brat and who are you?”
“What’s there to complain about? I have my first professional fight tonight, and that after I thought it would never happen. I have been doing this for a very long time, Alexandra, much longer than most of them. So no matter what happens tonight, this is my moment.”
“You know that you are set up to lose, right?”
It was then that the door opened again, a staff worker calling them for their appearance. Elena had just taken a few steps towards the door, but she would turn around once more. Directly looking at Alexandra.
“What is a loss compared to the things to come?”
Without waiting for a verbal response she stepped through that door, sealing her personal fate. She would patiently, which was rare, through the other matches till it was her turn. If anyone asked her today, she wouldn’t clearly remember that match. It was short and painful. But there was one thing that never vanished. That thrill when stepping through that curtain, looking into the faces of the audience. Did they boo or cheer her? No idea. But it was that kind of rush that you couldn’t buy. And never in her later life did she find anything that could compare to it.
When returning to the backstage era she was greeted by the others, but she kept walking. Down the hallway, finding herself a dark corner and chair. When sitting down she felt the rush of adrenaline slowly fading off.
I hate that.
With that happening the waves of pain became overwhelming, even though she tried her best to swallow it down. Softly she would rub over her ribs, not sure how much damage was done to them. Once more she swallowed hard, feeling some tears forming in her eyes. But they never would get the chance to fall. Someone was appearing in her clouded view, arms crossed in front of the chest.
“You got no reason to hide, DeDraca.”
The thick texan accent was giving away the intruder. Shannon Summers. The femme fatale was standing there in her usual righteous manner. The perfect blonde hair creates a frame for that beautiful face. The green eyes are brighter than usually. And without a doubt she was the last person that Elena wanted to see in this moment.
“I am not hiding, just… “
“My bad. You are just licking your wounds and sitting in a dark corner on your own. Some would think that is hiding. But I am not here to lecture you, Elena.”
Elena!? I am in trouble.
Different from all the other trainers, Shannon never called anyone by their first name. It either was the surname or not so cute nicknames. Like what? Maggot was just one of them.
“Ever since you walked through the doors of SteelBones, I have treated you harder than anyone else. I have been the one to push you further than most could take. And while I know what you call me behind my back, all of this was for a good reason. If you took the time and asked Shania about it, you would know that I only done that twice since being a trainer there. You are a clever girl, so I thought by now you have it figured out.”
“You are no fan of the British?”
For a moment she expected a slap to the face, but that never happened. Instead she saw something that she thought wasn't possible. Shannon Summers laughed. Okay, she saw her smile before- but that was something different. It was hard to ignore how pretty she looked when that wrinkle between her eyebrows was gone.
“I am aware you try to be funny, but for the future- don’t. It doesn’t suit you, dear. You are a lot like me, even though you don’t like to hear that. The reason I treat you like I do, is so obvious. I know what you are made of. And more important, I know that one day you will be on top of this business. You are not whiny like most of them. After every fucking beating that you received, you stood up and asked for more. Maybe you are slightly insane, but I think there is more than meets the eye.”
Elena slowly got up from her chair, standing face to face with Shannon. The woman was scary even when she was nice.
I wish I was like that.
“Thank you, I guess. Is this the part where we hug and do each other's braids?”
Shannon took a few steps back, shaking her head. She still seemed amused though.
“If you wanna leave this arena with one arm less, sure.”
“And here I thought we would finally become besties. Damn it.”
There was no more response, the blonde simply turned around and walked off. But Elena was sure that she heard her mumble something underneath her breath. For a long while she would stand there, looking at a now empty hallway. Of course every now and then someone would walk by, but neither of them really saw her. Which would be the case for a long time. Elena DeDraca, the one with the immense talent, but also the one that would often be overlooked. To a degree she was happy about that. Nine out of ten times people would underestimate her and it bit them in the arse.
“One day I will get you down. That’s a promise, Summers.”
Fully aware that she was alone, she didn’t give a flying fuck. It was a promise to herself more than it could have ever been towards her trainer. A few more years would pass before they would get into a situation where she could make this promise come true. But nevertheless, it happened. Shannon Summers would submit to her, tap out like a bitch.
Just like everyone else.
WHEREFORE ART THOU, ELVIS?
[Brasilia, Brazil]
Life was full of challenges, some bigger than others. And while there were people that ran for their life, there were those that welcomed them. Elena DeDraca was clearly falling into the second category. Weirdly enough that didn’t stop people from running their mouths. Those that tried to talk her down, mostly because their actions didn’t speak loud enough. It would have been a lie to say she was deaf to them, but also she didn’t care. She couldn’t. The moment you allowed someone else to get in your mind, half the battle was lost. After being part of this colourful industry for so many years, Elena knew better. She was her own worst enemy, but supporter at the same time. The times of self doubt were long gone, even before becoming the Legacy champion.
Fatal Four Way. A tricky kind of match. You could lose everything without losing, right? Or at least that's what people thought. But not her. If you wanted to cement your legacy, you had to be prepared for everything. One opponent or a legion, in the end it didn’t matter. After everything that happened in the past years, this was just another bump in the road. No offense to anyone, but it didn’t feel like they were aware who they went up against. For the past ten years people called The Fist of Hydra one of the best competitors of her time, but little did they know. There was still more to give, more to prove. To herself and everyone that laid eyes on her. It didn’t matter if your name was Richards, Knight or Sunshine. If that even was her real name. To get things straight though, the last two more or less stumbled into this match. If they knew it or not.
After traveling the world for so long you sometimes would get the feeling that you have seen it all. But little did she know when standing on her balcony, looking over the little she could see of Brazil. The people in their natural habitat, spreading their good mood. Of course the whole concept of laughing and dancing was strange to her, but she could appreciate it nonetheless. When stepping back inside her room the first thing her eyes spotted was a picture of herself along with Mark and Isabella. A well known pain was striking her body, but she was able to swallow it down.
I will be home soon.
On the fresh made bed three dolls were stretched out, each of them looking slightly different. They obviously were self-made, which was hardly surprising knowing that Elena was a designer on the side. With care she ran her fingers over them, smiling. Her main focus was on the black haired one, but still she would grab the one dressed in Captain Marvel colours. A big S was stitched onto its chest. She sat down at the edge of the bed, brushing through the doll's hair. For the first time the viewer saw that instead of eyes, red X’s were attached.
“Funny side fact, I never owned a doll in my life. Not as a kid and not at any later point. I find them somewhat spooky, like those soul sucking individuals called Anabelle. But that is besides the point, yes? There is time to beat around the bush, but today doesn’t seem to be it. Savannah. Honey. Darling. Little ray of fucking sunshine. What is there to say when it comes to you? First of all, congratulations on beating Drago. I know how tough this son of bitch is, but you did it. And while that is something to be proud of, I am afraid I got some bad news for you. As someone that knows about his antics, it seemed to me that he was slightly distracted. Call it a hunch, but I don’t think you could have done the trick otherwise. I don’t mean to burst your bubble, dear.”
Elena let out a short laughter, still brushing through the doll's hair. She pulled a little on the braids, her eyes inspecting every little detail.
“But the truth is, I never was able to follow this whole Happy Girl concept. This has nothing to do with me being a totally different breed, but I find it fake. Sure you are allowed to have your own opinions and such, but I promised to never hold my tongue again. We all bear light and darkness, the trick is to embrace both of it equally. Also, stop being scared of your own demons. If there wasn't darkness, one could never see the stars. Keep that in mind.”
“What is special about Savannah Sunshine? Awfully cheesy name, but yeah that might just be me. You and Jason Long are a thing. But does that really make you special? There are talks that this is how you got this job, but you know me- gossip doesn’t work for me. I am certain you got one of those sad life stories, but I really don’t care. All those people that are so happy 24/7 usually do. They try to hide the fact that they fed up with the world themselves. Play pretend, Savannah. But you must realise that there is only one reason that you are in this Main Event. It has zero to do with you being the next big star, but everything with me. If it wasn't for my name in this event- no one would give a rats ass about you. This might sound rude, but at the end of the day I am the Legacy Champion. I got as much bragging rights as our residing Tyrant. If not a little more.”
Elena brought the doll to her lips and gave it a gentle kiss, only to throw it in the trashcan a moment later. A devilish smile playing around her lips.
“I will not count you out, Sav. I have seen what you are capable of, but you are hardly ready for this kind of challenge. Sometimes we have to work with what we got though, so give it your best kid. And don’t forget to have one of those delicious cupcakes after the match. That is if you can still have solid food when it’s over. Enough about the sunny side up Savannah though. There was someone else on my mind, Alice Knight. I don’t have to tell you that you are a strange girl, you know that yourself. Nine out of ten times I have no clue what you are talking about, but obviously it entertains the masses. I must give you credit though for your last match, you cleaned house. Julius seems like a fool at points, but inside the ring he is deadly dangerous. So well done, pat yourself on the back.”
“I say do it yourself, because you won’t find anyone else doing it. People are too busy with their own shit. You are what I call the daily soap, that has many viewers, but never can compare with the main program. Once more I say that with the upmost respect, but I never had the patience for stupid phrases nor popularity. I made my way in this business without either of it. Sure one can counter with saying that I am indeed popular, but that wasn't always the case. I used to be the shadow of other people, but I still managed to do my thing. And that is what really counts when it comes to having your breakthrough moment. Don’t shape yourself after the idea of anyone else, or you are destined to fail. I mean, HOOT?”
While talking about Alice Knight she once more had gotten up, grabbing the next doll. It was slightly the same from the last one, just the emblem was different. On this one there were eyes, but the mouth was missing. The previously seen red X was stitched over it.
“I am certain this whole movement works well for you, but it doesn’t make a difference with me. I colour you to be smarter than thinking otherwise. This is the big chance you have been waiting and working for. Use it or lose it. Those are the only two options you got at this point. Your owlies won’t be inside that ring with me, darling. And while the rest of the world will tell you that an audience can motivate you to do the unthinkable, I don’t buy into this thesis. At the end of the night they will walk home with a frown on their face, while you lick your wounds backstage. That is the ugly truth of this business and the sooner you learn it, the easier this will become for you.”
She then did throw this doll into the trash as well, hesitating a moment. She giggled, which was odd enough, looking at both. When looking back into the camera, the amused expression was as present as always.
“You know what I just thought when seeing the two doll’s laying on each other? You two, Savannah and Alice, should form a Tag Team. The sun shines out of my arse INC. Of course I must trademark this now, but why not? You can be Project Honors version of the care bears. No? Well then.”
With well measured steps she walked back to the bed, one last time. The doll remaining there looked as if she was challenging her. The big eyes, the mouth. What was missing though? The ears. Very big stitches in the form of an X. She picked her up, squeezing her just a little too hard.
“Last but not least, huh? Another thing you may complain about, Kayla. I am fully aware that you see yourself as the biggest threat in this match. And guess what? I agree. But in the end it won’t matter what I say, because you have the tendency to be a bitter bitch anyhow. And if not that, then you speak as if you are the Queen of this goddamn company. Which is funny, love. Never once in my life did I aim for that. I never wanted to sit on a throne and act superior to the rest of the world. I am a fighter. Plain and simple. It must eat you alive that I give you so little validation ever since you joined Project Honor. You know that every behaviour is just a sign for an unsatisfied need, right? So you being mouthy and acting all tough could call for all kinds of things. Didn’t you get enough love as a kid? Did you stand in the shadow of Amber? Or did no guy ever take the time to really know you? So many questions, yet so little time.”
“I will be fair and tell you straight away that I don’t care. It doesn’t impress me when you throw insults left and right. Not even very clever ones, just like you didn’t impress Sloane. Weren’t you so certain that you had her? Sure one could say you never really lost, but common. And if that isn’t enough to get you rolling, what about your title win. Wait, was it really a win or did you get something handed? I try to not be picky. At least you do a decent job at portraying yourself the way you are. A bitch. And while you might think that this is anything special, look all over social media. You are nothing more than a little bambi that struggles back and forth. But besides that, I know about the Richards sisters and how talented they are. Which includes you Kayla. Only an idiot would miss this. But what does all the talent in the world help you, when your own ego stands in the way? I am certain it eats you alive that no matter what, you will always just be second best. For someone like you, that can never be enough.”
Elena rubbed over the doll’s face, placing it from one hand to the other. She walked closer towards the trash can, but didn’t let it fall yet.
“I will not try to understand your personality. For one I am not Doctor Phil and the other reason you might have figured out yourself. You don’t matter to me enough to invest this much time. Maybe one day you will outrun me, but we both know the time is not now. And until then you linger in the shadows and attack people of your own caliber. Sounds fair, right? I am looking forward to listening to your upcoming rant, telling the world how great you are- while everyone else is mediocre at best. Saying that you are Fallouts finest and whatever else. But always keep one thing in mind, while you’re talking yourself into an early grave - I am beating people left and right. Not just some walkouts, but real competitors. It’s been long overdue that we stand against each other. And you once again get a reminder of why I am the shark and you swim with the little fishes.”
Without much care she let the last doll fall, looking after it. From the small desk next to it she grabbed a zippo. She would click it a few times, mostly because she enjoyed the sound of it. When the flame finally appeared, she would throw it into the trash can. Yes, it was fireproof for all the worried souls out there. It took less than five seconds before the dolls caught fire, a satisfying sound coming from it.
“A little dramatic, isn’t it? But I found this rather fitting for the three of you. We come from nothing and one day we will become nothing again. I have no time to play pretend, no desire either. You wanna step up, I hope you have the courage. It will need more than a big mouth or a bright smile to get me down. Listen inside yourself and you will realise that I am right. I have become a force of nature and I won’t stop just because it becomes uncomfortable. The harder you push, the harder I will push back. I don’t know how to grant mercy inside a wrestling ring. Ask every member of my family. Ask those I consider my closest friends. It is not what I am made of. But there is hope for everyone, even for those that ride against windmills. Miracles happen in this business, but only very rarely. So either of you has a chance, no matter how minimal it is. But what does that mean for me?”
“Common, you know it. Don’t act coy with me. I will bring my A game, aware that you will struggle to keep up. Maybe you got the talent and want, but are you willing to sacrifice everything for this business? Are you going to smile in defeats face, pick yourself up and keep going. No? Didn’t think so to be honest. Because that is what separates those that hunt after a big paycheck or need constant validation, from those that live and breathe the fight. If anything you are soldiers in a war that you don’t understand. And while you remain behind, waiting for orders- I will be right inside that fight. Destroying whatever stands between me and my destiny. Let’s end this with the phrase; no hard feelings, even though all four of us know it's a big fat lie. Brought up by kids that don’t wanna feel embarrassed.”
Her eyes remained on the fire, the smile growing once more. Further and further. Considering the strange effect the flame had on her features, it looked more like a strange mask than her own face. Elena slowly licked over her lips, obviously enjoying every moment of this.
“You are welcome.”
[New York City, New York] Throwback to 2006
There was a time in the life of Elena DeDraca where she was close to giving up her only dream. A time when she put everything in question that made her. It was complicated being so far away from home. Well, England. Calling it home would be a little bit too generous. But then again it was the only place she knew. The first few months being in the United States of America was very confusing. Once more she had the feeling of not fitting. But little did she know back then that this would always be the case.
For the past months all she did was eat, sleep and train. And when her body thought of quitting, they increased the pressure. SteelBones Wrestling was a lot more than just a wrestling school. Of course it formed the body and mind, but in reality it was about growing up. There was no one to coddle her, and make no mistake- there were moments she needed it. But being the person she was, asking for help was never one of her strong traits. Instead she would walk back to her room, taking care of her body. Or better said the new bruises she found on a daily basis.
Adapt or perish.
But today was the day for her. After everything she invested and every single let down, it was her turn. Every two months the school sends their older students to have try out matches. And even though that sounded amazing, it was also pretty scary. It was one thing to work inside the training ring, but a totally different one to perform in front of a crowd. You could never prepare for their reaction. Especially if you were going up against a bigger name than your own. But none of those thoughts crossed Elena’s mind tonight. Unlike the other three students she wasn't nervous. If anything, stoic and even more quiet than usually.
They were all, more or less, locked inside a tiny locker room. Male and female. Back then no one cared about me too or whatever else movement. They were all getting dressed, some of them discussing their strategy. Neither of them bothered talking to Elena, which she welcomed. It was pretty much always like that, no matter where she went. Some of them seemed over excited, but went completely silent when the door opened. Right there stood Alexandra Kelly and Shannon Summers.
Can this night get any better?
Much to her delight Shannon put her focus on the other students while the Pixie walked towards her. For a long moment she didn’t say a word, just looking at her from head to toes. So intensively that Elena felt as if she was not dressed accurately. For a moment she would look down on herself, not finding the failure.
“There is something missing.”
In her typical manner Pixie giggled before reaching for something behind her back. She then, without a warning, wrapped her arms around Elena’s neck. This would have been a total no go, if it wasn't her. Elena felt slightly uncomfortable with being that close, but Alex stepped back a second later. She felt something putting pressure on her neck, her hands wandering there. A black and red necklace was tightly wrapped around it.
“What’s that?”
“A cow? The moon? Or maybe just a good luck charm. Either way the way it was made, you don’t have to take it off during your match. It is almost indestructible.”
Elena turned away from her teacher and maybe friend, she wasn't sure about that yet, looking at herself in the mirror. The necklace was painting the perfect contrast to her plain, black gear. Her eyes fell back on Alexandra, she wanted to at least say thank you- but never got the chance to do so. The babbly female was talking again.
“They put you midcard, which is the highest a rookie can get in this company. That was the good news and we are very proud of you… .”
“Now what is the bad news?”
“Who said there was any? Okay, you got me there. You will face off with one of their nastiest females on the roster. She is known for not fooling around and usually ends her matches with forcing people into unconsciousness.”
One of those, Elena thought to herself. Who would have guessed that in many years from them- this would become her favourite thing. Not just winning, but dominating. Elena’s focus shifted towards the other students, and for just a moment she felt pity. She was fully aware that a lot of them would give up down the line. They would never have their big moment, no matter how hard they worked. This wasn't her being arrogant, just the cold hard truth. It was the soprano-like laughter of Pixie that brought her back to the conversation.
“What? No complaining or cursing? Where is the british brat and who are you?”
“What’s there to complain about? I have my first professional fight tonight, and that after I thought it would never happen. I have been doing this for a very long time, Alexandra, much longer than most of them. So no matter what happens tonight, this is my moment.”
“You know that you are set up to lose, right?”
It was then that the door opened again, a staff worker calling them for their appearance. Elena had just taken a few steps towards the door, but she would turn around once more. Directly looking at Alexandra.
“What is a loss compared to the things to come?”
Without waiting for a verbal response she stepped through that door, sealing her personal fate. She would patiently, which was rare, through the other matches till it was her turn. If anyone asked her today, she wouldn’t clearly remember that match. It was short and painful. But there was one thing that never vanished. That thrill when stepping through that curtain, looking into the faces of the audience. Did they boo or cheer her? No idea. But it was that kind of rush that you couldn’t buy. And never in her later life did she find anything that could compare to it.
When returning to the backstage era she was greeted by the others, but she kept walking. Down the hallway, finding herself a dark corner and chair. When sitting down she felt the rush of adrenaline slowly fading off.
I hate that.
With that happening the waves of pain became overwhelming, even though she tried her best to swallow it down. Softly she would rub over her ribs, not sure how much damage was done to them. Once more she swallowed hard, feeling some tears forming in her eyes. But they never would get the chance to fall. Someone was appearing in her clouded view, arms crossed in front of the chest.
“You got no reason to hide, DeDraca.”
The thick texan accent was giving away the intruder. Shannon Summers. The femme fatale was standing there in her usual righteous manner. The perfect blonde hair creates a frame for that beautiful face. The green eyes are brighter than usually. And without a doubt she was the last person that Elena wanted to see in this moment.
“I am not hiding, just… “
“My bad. You are just licking your wounds and sitting in a dark corner on your own. Some would think that is hiding. But I am not here to lecture you, Elena.”
Elena!? I am in trouble.
Different from all the other trainers, Shannon never called anyone by their first name. It either was the surname or not so cute nicknames. Like what? Maggot was just one of them.
“Ever since you walked through the doors of SteelBones, I have treated you harder than anyone else. I have been the one to push you further than most could take. And while I know what you call me behind my back, all of this was for a good reason. If you took the time and asked Shania about it, you would know that I only done that twice since being a trainer there. You are a clever girl, so I thought by now you have it figured out.”
“You are no fan of the British?”
For a moment she expected a slap to the face, but that never happened. Instead she saw something that she thought wasn't possible. Shannon Summers laughed. Okay, she saw her smile before- but that was something different. It was hard to ignore how pretty she looked when that wrinkle between her eyebrows was gone.
“I am aware you try to be funny, but for the future- don’t. It doesn’t suit you, dear. You are a lot like me, even though you don’t like to hear that. The reason I treat you like I do, is so obvious. I know what you are made of. And more important, I know that one day you will be on top of this business. You are not whiny like most of them. After every fucking beating that you received, you stood up and asked for more. Maybe you are slightly insane, but I think there is more than meets the eye.”
Elena slowly got up from her chair, standing face to face with Shannon. The woman was scary even when she was nice.
I wish I was like that.
“Thank you, I guess. Is this the part where we hug and do each other's braids?”
Shannon took a few steps back, shaking her head. She still seemed amused though.
“If you wanna leave this arena with one arm less, sure.”
“And here I thought we would finally become besties. Damn it.”
There was no more response, the blonde simply turned around and walked off. But Elena was sure that she heard her mumble something underneath her breath. For a long while she would stand there, looking at a now empty hallway. Of course every now and then someone would walk by, but neither of them really saw her. Which would be the case for a long time. Elena DeDraca, the one with the immense talent, but also the one that would often be overlooked. To a degree she was happy about that. Nine out of ten times people would underestimate her and it bit them in the arse.
“One day I will get you down. That’s a promise, Summers.”
Fully aware that she was alone, she didn’t give a flying fuck. It was a promise to herself more than it could have ever been towards her trainer. A few more years would pass before they would get into a situation where she could make this promise come true. But nevertheless, it happened. Shannon Summers would submit to her, tap out like a bitch.
Just like everyone else.
WHEREFORE ART THOU, ELVIS?
[Brasilia, Brazil]
Life was full of challenges, some bigger than others. And while there were people that ran for their life, there were those that welcomed them. Elena DeDraca was clearly falling into the second category. Weirdly enough that didn’t stop people from running their mouths. Those that tried to talk her down, mostly because their actions didn’t speak loud enough. It would have been a lie to say she was deaf to them, but also she didn’t care. She couldn’t. The moment you allowed someone else to get in your mind, half the battle was lost. After being part of this colourful industry for so many years, Elena knew better. She was her own worst enemy, but supporter at the same time. The times of self doubt were long gone, even before becoming the Legacy champion.
Fatal Four Way. A tricky kind of match. You could lose everything without losing, right? Or at least that's what people thought. But not her. If you wanted to cement your legacy, you had to be prepared for everything. One opponent or a legion, in the end it didn’t matter. After everything that happened in the past years, this was just another bump in the road. No offense to anyone, but it didn’t feel like they were aware who they went up against. For the past ten years people called The Fist of Hydra one of the best competitors of her time, but little did they know. There was still more to give, more to prove. To herself and everyone that laid eyes on her. It didn’t matter if your name was Richards, Knight or Sunshine. If that even was her real name. To get things straight though, the last two more or less stumbled into this match. If they knew it or not.
After traveling the world for so long you sometimes would get the feeling that you have seen it all. But little did she know when standing on her balcony, looking over the little she could see of Brazil. The people in their natural habitat, spreading their good mood. Of course the whole concept of laughing and dancing was strange to her, but she could appreciate it nonetheless. When stepping back inside her room the first thing her eyes spotted was a picture of herself along with Mark and Isabella. A well known pain was striking her body, but she was able to swallow it down.
I will be home soon.
On the fresh made bed three dolls were stretched out, each of them looking slightly different. They obviously were self-made, which was hardly surprising knowing that Elena was a designer on the side. With care she ran her fingers over them, smiling. Her main focus was on the black haired one, but still she would grab the one dressed in Captain Marvel colours. A big S was stitched onto its chest. She sat down at the edge of the bed, brushing through the doll's hair. For the first time the viewer saw that instead of eyes, red X’s were attached.
“Funny side fact, I never owned a doll in my life. Not as a kid and not at any later point. I find them somewhat spooky, like those soul sucking individuals called Anabelle. But that is besides the point, yes? There is time to beat around the bush, but today doesn’t seem to be it. Savannah. Honey. Darling. Little ray of fucking sunshine. What is there to say when it comes to you? First of all, congratulations on beating Drago. I know how tough this son of bitch is, but you did it. And while that is something to be proud of, I am afraid I got some bad news for you. As someone that knows about his antics, it seemed to me that he was slightly distracted. Call it a hunch, but I don’t think you could have done the trick otherwise. I don’t mean to burst your bubble, dear.”
Elena let out a short laughter, still brushing through the doll's hair. She pulled a little on the braids, her eyes inspecting every little detail.
“But the truth is, I never was able to follow this whole Happy Girl concept. This has nothing to do with me being a totally different breed, but I find it fake. Sure you are allowed to have your own opinions and such, but I promised to never hold my tongue again. We all bear light and darkness, the trick is to embrace both of it equally. Also, stop being scared of your own demons. If there wasn't darkness, one could never see the stars. Keep that in mind.”
“What is special about Savannah Sunshine? Awfully cheesy name, but yeah that might just be me. You and Jason Long are a thing. But does that really make you special? There are talks that this is how you got this job, but you know me- gossip doesn’t work for me. I am certain you got one of those sad life stories, but I really don’t care. All those people that are so happy 24/7 usually do. They try to hide the fact that they fed up with the world themselves. Play pretend, Savannah. But you must realise that there is only one reason that you are in this Main Event. It has zero to do with you being the next big star, but everything with me. If it wasn't for my name in this event- no one would give a rats ass about you. This might sound rude, but at the end of the day I am the Legacy Champion. I got as much bragging rights as our residing Tyrant. If not a little more.”
Elena brought the doll to her lips and gave it a gentle kiss, only to throw it in the trashcan a moment later. A devilish smile playing around her lips.
“I will not count you out, Sav. I have seen what you are capable of, but you are hardly ready for this kind of challenge. Sometimes we have to work with what we got though, so give it your best kid. And don’t forget to have one of those delicious cupcakes after the match. That is if you can still have solid food when it’s over. Enough about the sunny side up Savannah though. There was someone else on my mind, Alice Knight. I don’t have to tell you that you are a strange girl, you know that yourself. Nine out of ten times I have no clue what you are talking about, but obviously it entertains the masses. I must give you credit though for your last match, you cleaned house. Julius seems like a fool at points, but inside the ring he is deadly dangerous. So well done, pat yourself on the back.”
“I say do it yourself, because you won’t find anyone else doing it. People are too busy with their own shit. You are what I call the daily soap, that has many viewers, but never can compare with the main program. Once more I say that with the upmost respect, but I never had the patience for stupid phrases nor popularity. I made my way in this business without either of it. Sure one can counter with saying that I am indeed popular, but that wasn't always the case. I used to be the shadow of other people, but I still managed to do my thing. And that is what really counts when it comes to having your breakthrough moment. Don’t shape yourself after the idea of anyone else, or you are destined to fail. I mean, HOOT?”
While talking about Alice Knight she once more had gotten up, grabbing the next doll. It was slightly the same from the last one, just the emblem was different. On this one there were eyes, but the mouth was missing. The previously seen red X was stitched over it.
“I am certain this whole movement works well for you, but it doesn’t make a difference with me. I colour you to be smarter than thinking otherwise. This is the big chance you have been waiting and working for. Use it or lose it. Those are the only two options you got at this point. Your owlies won’t be inside that ring with me, darling. And while the rest of the world will tell you that an audience can motivate you to do the unthinkable, I don’t buy into this thesis. At the end of the night they will walk home with a frown on their face, while you lick your wounds backstage. That is the ugly truth of this business and the sooner you learn it, the easier this will become for you.”
She then did throw this doll into the trash as well, hesitating a moment. She giggled, which was odd enough, looking at both. When looking back into the camera, the amused expression was as present as always.
“You know what I just thought when seeing the two doll’s laying on each other? You two, Savannah and Alice, should form a Tag Team. The sun shines out of my arse INC. Of course I must trademark this now, but why not? You can be Project Honors version of the care bears. No? Well then.”
With well measured steps she walked back to the bed, one last time. The doll remaining there looked as if she was challenging her. The big eyes, the mouth. What was missing though? The ears. Very big stitches in the form of an X. She picked her up, squeezing her just a little too hard.
“Last but not least, huh? Another thing you may complain about, Kayla. I am fully aware that you see yourself as the biggest threat in this match. And guess what? I agree. But in the end it won’t matter what I say, because you have the tendency to be a bitter bitch anyhow. And if not that, then you speak as if you are the Queen of this goddamn company. Which is funny, love. Never once in my life did I aim for that. I never wanted to sit on a throne and act superior to the rest of the world. I am a fighter. Plain and simple. It must eat you alive that I give you so little validation ever since you joined Project Honor. You know that every behaviour is just a sign for an unsatisfied need, right? So you being mouthy and acting all tough could call for all kinds of things. Didn’t you get enough love as a kid? Did you stand in the shadow of Amber? Or did no guy ever take the time to really know you? So many questions, yet so little time.”
“I will be fair and tell you straight away that I don’t care. It doesn’t impress me when you throw insults left and right. Not even very clever ones, just like you didn’t impress Sloane. Weren’t you so certain that you had her? Sure one could say you never really lost, but common. And if that isn’t enough to get you rolling, what about your title win. Wait, was it really a win or did you get something handed? I try to not be picky. At least you do a decent job at portraying yourself the way you are. A bitch. And while you might think that this is anything special, look all over social media. You are nothing more than a little bambi that struggles back and forth. But besides that, I know about the Richards sisters and how talented they are. Which includes you Kayla. Only an idiot would miss this. But what does all the talent in the world help you, when your own ego stands in the way? I am certain it eats you alive that no matter what, you will always just be second best. For someone like you, that can never be enough.”
Elena rubbed over the doll’s face, placing it from one hand to the other. She walked closer towards the trash can, but didn’t let it fall yet.
“I will not try to understand your personality. For one I am not Doctor Phil and the other reason you might have figured out yourself. You don’t matter to me enough to invest this much time. Maybe one day you will outrun me, but we both know the time is not now. And until then you linger in the shadows and attack people of your own caliber. Sounds fair, right? I am looking forward to listening to your upcoming rant, telling the world how great you are- while everyone else is mediocre at best. Saying that you are Fallouts finest and whatever else. But always keep one thing in mind, while you’re talking yourself into an early grave - I am beating people left and right. Not just some walkouts, but real competitors. It’s been long overdue that we stand against each other. And you once again get a reminder of why I am the shark and you swim with the little fishes.”
Without much care she let the last doll fall, looking after it. From the small desk next to it she grabbed a zippo. She would click it a few times, mostly because she enjoyed the sound of it. When the flame finally appeared, she would throw it into the trash can. Yes, it was fireproof for all the worried souls out there. It took less than five seconds before the dolls caught fire, a satisfying sound coming from it.
“A little dramatic, isn’t it? But I found this rather fitting for the three of you. We come from nothing and one day we will become nothing again. I have no time to play pretend, no desire either. You wanna step up, I hope you have the courage. It will need more than a big mouth or a bright smile to get me down. Listen inside yourself and you will realise that I am right. I have become a force of nature and I won’t stop just because it becomes uncomfortable. The harder you push, the harder I will push back. I don’t know how to grant mercy inside a wrestling ring. Ask every member of my family. Ask those I consider my closest friends. It is not what I am made of. But there is hope for everyone, even for those that ride against windmills. Miracles happen in this business, but only very rarely. So either of you has a chance, no matter how minimal it is. But what does that mean for me?”
“Common, you know it. Don’t act coy with me. I will bring my A game, aware that you will struggle to keep up. Maybe you got the talent and want, but are you willing to sacrifice everything for this business? Are you going to smile in defeats face, pick yourself up and keep going. No? Didn’t think so to be honest. Because that is what separates those that hunt after a big paycheck or need constant validation, from those that live and breathe the fight. If anything you are soldiers in a war that you don’t understand. And while you remain behind, waiting for orders- I will be right inside that fight. Destroying whatever stands between me and my destiny. Let’s end this with the phrase; no hard feelings, even though all four of us know it's a big fat lie. Brought up by kids that don’t wanna feel embarrassed.”
Her eyes remained on the fire, the smile growing once more. Further and further. Considering the strange effect the flame had on her features, it looked more like a strange mask than her own face. Elena slowly licked over her lips, obviously enjoying every moment of this.
“You are welcome.”
