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Up From Down; Vrp
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Topic Started: Aug 18 2012, 04:01 AM (97 Views)
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Aug 18 2012, 04:01 AM
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~Up From Down~
There wasn't a day I wondered what I stood for. My mind was an explosion of rainbows and muffins and coffee beans half of the time, and anger and malice and arrogance the rest of the time. Sure, maybe my bipolar had something to do with it. Maybe my multiple personalities had a little to do with it as well. But... there was always something clawing at the back of my mind. Ripping into my subconscious and begging to be set free.
"I... I'm not a good person."
The words flew from my mouth, hectically... weakly. My moods were always on thin ice. One minute I could be nomming a lollipop and dancing to 'Call Me Maybe', then the next I could be ready to bludgeon someone to the point that they'd be unrecognizable. It's not like I can really help it. But... even with these 'problems'... I could always push it to the back of my mind, or use it to my advantage. I saw a woman, one of my greatest fans, die... before she even got to see my match... it was during a CWC event. I'd won.
Emotions can either make you or break you. It all depends on whether or not you can know up from down while dealing with them. Somehow... though my emotions and personality were like a roller coaster... that flew off it's rails... off of a cliff... into a pit of lava... (totally not kidding here), I was able to... quite ironically... control it. Or rather, manipulate it, to my advantage. I fought for that fan. I'll fight for Misty. And my ego.
"I'm actually a total bitch."
My heavy, blue-eyed gaze lifted to the cameras in front of me. Maybe it was cliche, to be talking to reporters. Though... I sat at the edge of a building. Rather, on the roof of a certain hospital. The hospital I knew for a fact that my teammate for the week, Dice, was sitting in... with his girl Misty Lyn. Ever have that moment when you can sense when two people are in love? I've been there, before it was ripped viciously away from me. So... I would do anything to keep that feeling for them alive.
"I'm probably going to Hell... in like, all religions."
But then again, I was facing Dice's brother Riot and that Zoe McDraven bitch. She attacked me, violently... just as Riot did. Yeah it's been a few weeks, and I'm pretty much over it. But revenge is a dish best served cold. I wanted them to feel the way I did. Oh wait, they couldn't... because they beat me senseless for no fucking reason! I actually respected Miss McDraven a bit. Then she ruthlessly went after me after I defeated her. That's cool. Now it's your turn, sweety.
"I'm selfish. I'm not like Dice.... I'm not like Misty. They deserve happiness... and people keep fucking with it. How about I fuck those people then?!"
"That didn't sound right, love." My manager Dawn piped up, and I peered over at her with a scowl. She was interrupting my speech. Then again, she looked pretty nervous, as did my personal assistant, Tori. After all, I was sitting on the edge of this building, facing backwards so that the reporters who'd followed me onto the roof could see me. Leaning back slightly to give everyone a mini heart attack, I closed my eyes before continuing with an eerie calm to my voice.
"I have a match in CWC... Golden Dreams... for my Showcase Title. It's against Eddie Kassidy, and I took a different approach then I am for NEWera." Opening my electric blue eyes, I then stared into the camera seriously. "But this is war. I was thrown into this for no reason... I don't have a grudge against Riot or Zoe... I don't have anything to do with their drama. But I was forced to be involved... and if I'm gonna be forced to do something, I'll be the one benefiting from it."
"How do you feel about being teamed with Dice, Miss Vanessa?" One of the reporters called out. Tapping my chin in thought, I contemplated the question for a mere second, before responding curtly.
"I'm ecstatic." They all looked at me curiously, and I continued quickly. "He's pretty damn talented, I mean. I don't mind working with him. But I won't become an official tag team with him. Mostly because... as you all know... my sister Reya's here."
I shot the cameras a wink, then cross my arms across my chest and sighed. "I don't hate Riot or Zoe for being a couple of cowardly bastards with no sense of humanity. They can't help that they're horrible people. Not that I'm judging, because... well I'm the same. Except I have some form of compassion... I have a heart. And people who attack people for no reason... people who go after people who don't expect it, outside of the ring? That's juvenile... cowardly... pathetic. And I will make sure they regret doing what they did this week, at Vindication II. I'm not picking sides. I'm merely helping one out this week. The Queen, and Dice... versus Zoe McDraven and Riot. Survival of the Fittest... and you can sure as hell count on Dice and I for that one. Even though I feel as though I don't even know up from down right now..."
Right as I said that, I slowly stood and looked around. I'd meant what I'd said. I didn't wanna pick sides, because I could honestly care less. I just wanted to take Karma's place for the week... and help out a couple of good people who deserve better. Even if that meant taking this week... this match... to the Xtreme. The Queen and Dice would be successful. I swear it. As these thoughts crossed my mind I moved back, taking a deep breath.
Then... I stepped up onto the ledge, and Dawn and Tori both straightened and shouted my name at the same time. But I ignored them, getting on my knees, holding onto the ledge... then moving my body over the edge, before letting go. The reporters all screamed out, as my manager and personal assistant both ran to the ledge. They peered down to see that I'd landed on one of those suspended scaffolds or swing stage things for window washing. I pressed the button to go down, waving at Dawn and Tori and the reporters watching me, before I stopped the scaffold and stared into a certain window. The two people inside looked over, and I grinned deviously at them... performing my signature curtsy for my partner, Dice, and Misty Lyn.
To be honest... recently, I didn't really know what the hell was going on. What would happen next? Why? It was a jumbled mess... a clusterfuck of epic proportions. But one thing was clear... no matter our differentiating reasons, Dice and I both had strong odds in our favor. Revenge is bittersweet... especially when you don't know up from down.
------------------------------------------------------------- ~This has been a V rp, thanx for reading and have a great f*cking day!~
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