Post by Brooke Hernandez on Apr 28, 2023 22:59:16 GMT -5
The lightning outside cracked lighting up the night sky. The weather hadn't called for storms but oh well. It was time for me to handle business. The weather nor the end of time could hold me back from my destiny of becoming the Paradigm Champion. I smirked as the rain began to fall on my blonde hair, which was freshly washed and flowing in the wind. Before long my hair was matted down with the rain filling it almost like a sponge. I laughed as I looked into the camera that had seemingly been following me around. My laugh echoed, sounding almost as chaotic as my brain had been as of late. "Rose, how much are you going to prove your stupidity? You say that I can't use my Frenzied Spirit. You do realize that the no top rope misfortune is your cross to bear right? Trust me sweety you will be seeing my fine ass flipping in the air and landing right in your midsection. You will see me at my full form. The thing about it is my misfortune, is also your cross to bear as in order to win I have to knock your ass out and I will take great pleasure in that."
I walked in the door of the lobby of the hotel that OCW had put us up in. I trudged along, dragging my feet as I made my way to the elevator. After spending time with Synn at the run down roach motel, this hotel felt like Heaven. I, however, didn't like Heaven. I craved hell. A hell only I could create for myself. I put the key card against the pad as the green light flashed and I walked in. Once inside I found a note waiting for me. It was from Scottie aka Miss Moskowitz. I opened the letter and read it.
"Brooke,
I have done some thinking and you have changed. As you sleep I don't recognize the woman beside me anymore. You disappear at all hours of the night, sometimes for days. I accept the fact that you have made friends in Junko and SYNN but I can't deal with what you are becoming. You are a monster compared to that woman I met and fell in love with. I have decided to take my leave and think things through. I may be back but I doubt it. Don't call. Don't text. I love Brooke but I don't know who you are anymore. I need space.
Sincerely yours,
Scottie"
I wailed a cry out as tears began streaming down my face. As i cried, the wails became laughs and the laughs turned manical. I looked into the camera as I addressed my foe for my Paradigm Title match. "The timing of this transgression couldn't be more Misfortunate for you, Rose. You see, I already wanted to hurt you. I wanted to break your bones as I knocked you out and became the Paradigm Champion. That dream is now out the window. I am a bitch who has been hurt and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I look to you and I see someone who doesn't have to work to have it all. You are handed shit simply for being an Easton Alexander groupie. Why should I fear you? Why should I be worried about stepping into the ring with you? What do you bring that I haven't already stepped into the ring with? Are you better than Delia Black? ICE Beckman? James Raven? I have been in the ring with all of them and pushed them to their limits. I have shocked the world before and I will do so again as I beat you and become the Paradigm Champion. What do I have to lose? I'm newly single. I can die in this match and I could care less. Are you willing to die to beat me? If not, then this business isn't for you. You are of no concern to me. You are not a true champion. Once I beat you, I will prove that I am so far ahead of you that it is laughable. I am twenty two years old and still learning. Someone like you is supposed to beat someone like me but I have made a career of performing well in places I'm not supposed to be. I am a dream weaver. I will continue to live my dream until I die. Newsflash, even though I'm willing to die in this match, it isn't going to happen. Not to the likes of you. You don't deserve to be the one to end me. The problem with this match isn't me. Its you. You are the one who is dragging the prestige of that title down and I won't stand for it. I am going to end you and your career at Wheel of Misfortune. You are never going to be the same once we face off. When I beat you there will be no excuses. You will have to bow to true royalty. Me."
I stood up and crumpled the paper in my dainty fist. I balled it up and threw it in the trash. I laughed, this time uncontrollably. I looked into the camera, my normally hazel eyes now shining a crimson. Something deep within me was now speaking. Was I myself? Who knows. I didn't care. Why should you? I allowed my feelings to take over. "The Storm outside this hotel isn't the thunder you need to worry about. I am the storm and you are in the eye. Time is ticking away and your life is in trouble baby girl. You are in way over your head stepping into the ring with me. You are believing your own lies when you say you are a true champion and I will expose that come Wheel of Misfortune. No more talking, now is the time for action. Now is time for you to back out. Run like Harmon Egan did. Run like PIC did. Run like those who can't take the heat did. You and Easton have had one foot out the door for a while now. Stop teeter tottering and just leave. You are not welcome here anymore baby doll. You are not someone to fear. You being a champion is laughable. You aren't the comedian, Rose, you are the punchline. They aren't laughing with you, they are laughing at you and you are too naive to see it. For so long I felt like everyone in OCW was someone to fear, then I befriended true fear, true SYNN. This is a new era, the era of me and SYNN. You are in OUR world, OUR domain, OUR kingdom and you are not a welcomed guest. You are a rat stuck in a maze and you can't find your cheese. Duck left? Wall. Duck right? Wall. One wrong move and…"
I snapped as I laughed again. "Off with your little head baby girl! Rose, I will see you at Wheel of Misfortune. You will walk away… if you're lucky and I let you."
With those words I cut the camera off. Static is all we are seeing as the words, "Life as you know it is over. Me weaving my dreams equals nightmares for you." The final words we see are "RIP Moonlight Rose" as the red letters begin bleeding down the screen and our transmission cut out.
I was ready to usher in the new era and I would step on any toes it took. SYNN had shown me pure fear and nothing Moonlight Rose brought was enough to scare me. My heart was now stone cold and impenetrable. Rose was in my cross hairs. One shot. BOOM! Her reign was done and mine would begin. I was shooting my shot and no one would stop me.
I walked in the door of the lobby of the hotel that OCW had put us up in. I trudged along, dragging my feet as I made my way to the elevator. After spending time with Synn at the run down roach motel, this hotel felt like Heaven. I, however, didn't like Heaven. I craved hell. A hell only I could create for myself. I put the key card against the pad as the green light flashed and I walked in. Once inside I found a note waiting for me. It was from Scottie aka Miss Moskowitz. I opened the letter and read it.
"Brooke,
I have done some thinking and you have changed. As you sleep I don't recognize the woman beside me anymore. You disappear at all hours of the night, sometimes for days. I accept the fact that you have made friends in Junko and SYNN but I can't deal with what you are becoming. You are a monster compared to that woman I met and fell in love with. I have decided to take my leave and think things through. I may be back but I doubt it. Don't call. Don't text. I love Brooke but I don't know who you are anymore. I need space.
Sincerely yours,
Scottie"
I wailed a cry out as tears began streaming down my face. As i cried, the wails became laughs and the laughs turned manical. I looked into the camera as I addressed my foe for my Paradigm Title match. "The timing of this transgression couldn't be more Misfortunate for you, Rose. You see, I already wanted to hurt you. I wanted to break your bones as I knocked you out and became the Paradigm Champion. That dream is now out the window. I am a bitch who has been hurt and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I look to you and I see someone who doesn't have to work to have it all. You are handed shit simply for being an Easton Alexander groupie. Why should I fear you? Why should I be worried about stepping into the ring with you? What do you bring that I haven't already stepped into the ring with? Are you better than Delia Black? ICE Beckman? James Raven? I have been in the ring with all of them and pushed them to their limits. I have shocked the world before and I will do so again as I beat you and become the Paradigm Champion. What do I have to lose? I'm newly single. I can die in this match and I could care less. Are you willing to die to beat me? If not, then this business isn't for you. You are of no concern to me. You are not a true champion. Once I beat you, I will prove that I am so far ahead of you that it is laughable. I am twenty two years old and still learning. Someone like you is supposed to beat someone like me but I have made a career of performing well in places I'm not supposed to be. I am a dream weaver. I will continue to live my dream until I die. Newsflash, even though I'm willing to die in this match, it isn't going to happen. Not to the likes of you. You don't deserve to be the one to end me. The problem with this match isn't me. Its you. You are the one who is dragging the prestige of that title down and I won't stand for it. I am going to end you and your career at Wheel of Misfortune. You are never going to be the same once we face off. When I beat you there will be no excuses. You will have to bow to true royalty. Me."
I stood up and crumpled the paper in my dainty fist. I balled it up and threw it in the trash. I laughed, this time uncontrollably. I looked into the camera, my normally hazel eyes now shining a crimson. Something deep within me was now speaking. Was I myself? Who knows. I didn't care. Why should you? I allowed my feelings to take over. "The Storm outside this hotel isn't the thunder you need to worry about. I am the storm and you are in the eye. Time is ticking away and your life is in trouble baby girl. You are in way over your head stepping into the ring with me. You are believing your own lies when you say you are a true champion and I will expose that come Wheel of Misfortune. No more talking, now is the time for action. Now is time for you to back out. Run like Harmon Egan did. Run like PIC did. Run like those who can't take the heat did. You and Easton have had one foot out the door for a while now. Stop teeter tottering and just leave. You are not welcome here anymore baby doll. You are not someone to fear. You being a champion is laughable. You aren't the comedian, Rose, you are the punchline. They aren't laughing with you, they are laughing at you and you are too naive to see it. For so long I felt like everyone in OCW was someone to fear, then I befriended true fear, true SYNN. This is a new era, the era of me and SYNN. You are in OUR world, OUR domain, OUR kingdom and you are not a welcomed guest. You are a rat stuck in a maze and you can't find your cheese. Duck left? Wall. Duck right? Wall. One wrong move and…"
I snapped as I laughed again. "Off with your little head baby girl! Rose, I will see you at Wheel of Misfortune. You will walk away… if you're lucky and I let you."
With those words I cut the camera off. Static is all we are seeing as the words, "Life as you know it is over. Me weaving my dreams equals nightmares for you." The final words we see are "RIP Moonlight Rose" as the red letters begin bleeding down the screen and our transmission cut out.
I was ready to usher in the new era and I would step on any toes it took. SYNN had shown me pure fear and nothing Moonlight Rose brought was enough to scare me. My heart was now stone cold and impenetrable. Rose was in my cross hairs. One shot. BOOM! Her reign was done and mine would begin. I was shooting my shot and no one would stop me.
