Dear Darin [Getting Scared] Apr 29, 2014 8:02:53 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 8:02:53 GMT -5
.: April 29th, 2014. 2:09 AM :.
She laid upon the motel bed. Arms crossed over her chest. Eyes staring up at the ceiling. Thinking. Lost in thought...
"Ya know. It's been months. MONTHS... late last year, to be precise. Five. LONG. Months... since we broke into this business. Since we ROARED onto the stage. Guns blazing. Eyes wild, hearts pumping. Filled with energy. Filled with desire. Filled with this burning fire, ready and willing to make a difference."
She sat up suddenly. The room was cast in shadow. But her figure could be made out, only ever so slightly.
Spiked collar. A dark shade of purple lipstick. And a look in her eyes...
"We struck out. We stepped up to the plate. We entered Full Throttle Wrestling, we thought it would be our home.
"Funny thing, that word..."
She bowed her head a tad, nodding, as if to herself. A small, slightly sadistic smile played at the corners of her lips. She chuckled. She then shook her head, and continued.
"We all need a home. Some of us are born into it. Born into a loving family, a family that does all they can to give us warmth, protection, love...to bring a smile to our faces. To heal us when we hurt. To cure us when we're sick. To give us a lifetime of happiness. To share our moments, to embrace us in the dark times, and celebrate with us in the good."
She turned her eye to the camera. Ferocity stood there, but it wasn't alone. Hurt... pain. Shoved down deep inside. Unleashed upon her own flesh. Scars marked every taunt tossed her way. Self-inflicted bruises, wounds left by the touch of a flame... along her arms, down her legs, like a road map of every last mental and emotional bullet she'd endured throughout her life. But she hid it all behind a malicious, devilish smirk.
"...Daren Zion. You think, you BELIEVE, you're the only member of PWX that's been through the kind of hell that breaks most people down and leaves them a hollow shell?
"Well, in case you hadn't noticed... there's a new application in the office. And it's signed by one, Tifa BonJovi. And Darin, believe me...I didn't come here for the fame. I didn't come here for the fortune. And I SURE as hell didn't come here for the titles. The Crue. The cWo. We're here for one reason and one reason alone."
She then stood up from the bed, and stalked toward the camera, her features fully coming into the light. She wore a spiked, leather choker. Her hair was wild, and her mouth was twisted into a demented, Cheshire-Cat-like grin.
"We are here to strike fear into the hearts of men like you. You want an army? You got one. You want a messiah?
"Look no further than Axl VanHalen.
"When I needed a family? One that wouldn't brutalize me every night I came home from school, but INSTEAD, gave me love, gave me SHELTER?!" She let out this last word in a menacing shriek. "HE...and he alone...was there. I wanted a home, I PRAYED to Goddess for one. And I found it, in him. He IS my home, wherever he goes? That is my sanctuary, my temple, my CASTLE."
She then tilted her head ever so slightly, as the smile washed from her face for a moment. She licked her lips, and looked as if she was thinking silently to herself.
"Ya know, Darin... you and I? We're not that far apart. In some ways, we're quite similar. Your family was broken. Your life was a mess. You went through hell, you traveled through waves of pain and anguish, and here you stand. Ready for more.
"I cut. I BURNED. My father abused me, my brother RAPED me, and each morning I woke up. I went to school. And I heard every name in the book, and with each of those names I carved out a fresh new memory. A tattoo. You see, my scars? They aren't something I hide. They aren't something I'm ASHAMED of. Something I call a 'sin'.
"No, Darin, you see, for MY scars?"
She then turned her eyes back to the camera.
"My scars tell my story. Because each one, led me closer, and closer, to where I am now. And this one...", she lifted a finger to her throat, where a tiny mark was left... "This one right here? It was where my life truly began. I held the knife to my neck. And he stopped me. My King, Axl. My knight in shining armor.
"A man by the name of Raven quoted it once. And it was originally sung by the Goo Goo Dolls... 'scars are souvenirs'. Souvenirs, Darin. And this scar, this ONE scar, changed my life. Forever. For the better. Because I finally realized what 'love' truly means.
"...you don't love this business, Darin. No. You don't."
She leaned in, whispering in a malevolent tone. As the demented smile once again showed.
"...what YOU love? is the cash. the cold, hard, cash. the gold. the people calling for your head, and why? because they give you attention. they FEED your ego each time they call for the ax to drop. funny thing is, it never does, does it? your comeuppance never comes, does it dear darin? the thing YOU love? is you. and try as they might, none of these people can put an end to you, brian, or the rest of the establishment's hierarchy..."
She then pulled back, and let out a giggle. Shaking her head slightly, she spoke.
"See... that's what seperates us from them. When we say we're gonna do somethin? We do it. Simple. And the thing, that seperates me from you?"
She took in a deep breath through her nose, before releasing through her mouth. She shook her head. And she smiled.
"...Is that I DO love this business. When you stopped cutting, when YOU put down the blade? What did you become, Darin?
"Everything you ever hated.
"...what did I become?"
She chuckled lightly, glancing down at the floor... before looking back up at the camera.
"I became a Queen. And Darin... soon? Sooner than you can imagine. The Ax. Will. Fall.
"And heads will roll."
Once again, she giggled, before blowing a kiss. A wink...and she was gone.
"...i dug my pride with a knife..."
"Yeah, you're gonna stamp me down now, boy.
Yeah, you're gonna CRUSH me down now, boy.
You think you're gonna threaten me now, boy?
"Well somehow, I dont think so."