Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2016 13:20:19 GMT -5
into the W I L D
There is nothing like good or bad people. Just people. Some were assholes and others... were assholes too, just good at covering it. You did not have to be genius to understand the basic rules of living. The world did not need any more Queens, princesses or cunts. It was hilarious to look at the ones we already had. On a daily base trying to become relevant in a business that revolved around blood, sweat and tears. Not fake prophets. Just people that would battle ‘till the very end. Hello. My name is TIARA WILDER. And I came to fight.
FIRESTARTER
Miami; Florida
Flashback 2008
This is no place for a young girl. Underage and coming from a total different world, it was a little bit like the Wizard of Oz. Little Dorothy had left Kansas in the blink of an eye, entering a strange world, exciting and maybe a little scary. Not the place itself, but the people hanging at every second corner. When entering this small bar, she shuddered a moment. Not because of the scene- but the looks she received from male individuals inside. It didn’t take a lot of life experience to figure out what they were. Weak. Drowning their sorrows with cheap booze.
You are sixteen years old. You shouldn’t be here.
I know. She was having a little monologue inside of her head almost all the way towards the bar. The man behind it was cleaning some glasses while looking over the small crowd. With a heavy sigh, she sunk down on one of the chairs. Observing them a little closer, it was obvious they had seen better days.
We all have, right?!
Tiara brushed her long hair behind her ear while looking at the bartender again. Her huge green eyes showed a seriousness not typical for a teenager. The man looked back, a smirk playing around the corner of his mouth.
“Tequila.”
“You are underage, doll… .”
“And you smell bad.”
The expression on his face was still somewhat careless, but mixed with curiosity. Maybe it was her thick German accent, or the way she replied without thinking twice. The young girl put money on the sticky counter before her, looking at him still, not irritated in the slightest.
“What? I thought we were exchanging irrelevant facts.” Her hand remained on the money when sliding it over. “Tequila.”
A few moments passed before he shrugged his shoulders and put a bottle in front of her, followed by all else needed. Lemons. Salt. Eyeballing the glass for several moments before popping it open. Taking a deep breather then sipping directly from the bottle. It burnt. It made her sick. But it also gave her a certain warmth she couldn’t explain.
You ain’t better than them.
Being so lost in her own thoughts she had zoned out. Not taking any notice of the gorilla that had appeared next to her. As if it was the most natural thing he would sling one arm over her shoulder. His disgusting breath meeting her cheek.
“You shouldn’t be all alone pretty girl… .”
“Get lost.”
He response short while her eyes remained on the bottle. Every cell of her body was reacting defensive to the touch of this stranger- her outside remained calm. For now.
“Baby I can show you a good time. Buy you a few drinks and we can...”
He never got to finish his sentence and neither did she get a chance to finish the bottle. Without hesitation she smashed the half full bottle over his head. Glass splintered all over the wooden bar. Here and there, a few heads turned and watched the ongoing scenario. Tiara herself watched him slide down from the stool, hitting the dirty floor. Brushing off some of the splinters before joining him down there. With an emotionless look, she checked the deep cut on his forehead.
“What is it with assholes like you? Need alcohol to feel your balls?” She reached up to the bar where the salt was still standing, putting some onto her fingers before rubbing them together.
“Stupid cunt… .”
He didn’t get much further than that. Her salted fingers rubbed over that cut, and a scream filled the bar, followed by a laughter. Her own. She lifted herself from the ground before winking at the bartender. He had remained, cleaning the same glass for the last fifteen minutes. Tiara grabbed her bag, but before stepping out she looked at the fallen guy again.
“And the word you were looking for is Fotze… dumme Fotze. You are welcome. Next drink is on me.”
Her tone was light yet that serious expression never left. Inside her head repeating the three golden rules. Rule number one, when meeting an asshole… make sure you are the bigger one. Rule number two, hit before anyone can hit you. Rule number three, enjoy every second of war.
Cheers.
WILD FRONTIER
New York; New York
That all you got? Being another self proclaimed queen. Applause. Although wait, was it really queen or just another cunt? Too damn hard to keep track these days. In the end it was all the same though- a complex created by weak females. Resting with the thought of being something special. Shame on you.
Tiara Wilder had been working out most of her morning, going through a routine that had become part of her. It was still mild, considering the fact that Winter was only a few weeks away. She enjoyed the little bit of sunshine this day offered. Life was pretty good when you allowed it to be.
“Who would expect anything disturbing on a day like today? So peaceful and gentle. All the pretty colors that autumn creates for us. Most people do not take the time to take a closer look, way too busy to rush through their days. Do you understand how morbid this season of the year is? Not because of pumpkins…which are totally gross by the way. No. It’s more like the season of dying. Maybe I have a sick sense of humor, but I find such little facts alluring.” She looked down at the leaves that slowly started to lose their bright colors. “What about you Caroline? What drags your attention? Let me take a guess, and we can figure out if I am right or wrong. You are attracted mainly to yourself, and that is really just a wild guess from what I have seen you do in AWE and your previous company. You speak of yourself as some sort of Queen, looking down at others. No offense, but that is pretty stereotypical for unsatisfied bitches who underestimating their opponents and talk a big game. Does any of this sound familiar? I would hate to see you for something you are not, no matter if good or bad. I am the new girl in town and wouldn’t wanna get on the bad side of our Queen.”
She was kicking some of the leaves when a vicious grin did spread on her face. Transforming into a full smile.
“Okay. I might have to confess something here. I am not very good at paying compliments to people- leave alone faking anything. I don’t give a shit who Miss Burchill thinks she is. All this ‘the Queen has spoken’ nonsense does not really impress me. I do not bow to anyone, let alone kneel. Bad, bad Tiara. You kneeled before Erron this morning.” She playfully covered her mouth. “Different subject for a different day. What I’m really trying to say is this- you will have to do better. Everyone will look at me as the rookie, the girl that had been out of the picture for several years. But guess what? That also makes me the wildcard. The unpredictable force that will rip you apart. I am not nice, Caroline. I am not particularly a mean person either. I am just Tiara. And from looking back at your previous match- you know what it means to come off short. I give you this much, you’ve got talent. But so do thousands of other people who never get the chance to sign a contract. So please, do not waste your precious time biting off more than you can chew. It will only cause you to choke, and that is not a very royal like way to go, all blue and swollen. And while the thought itself amuses me to the limit, people shall not say Tiara Wilder is a monster. I should give you the respect you deserve, right?”
Something had caught her attention. Maybe the wind putting the leaves to chaos. Whatever it was seemed fascinating. Her emerald eyes focuses on the ground.
“For me that is where it becomes really tricky. I can be antisocial and still agree with the way people do business. But you? Meine Schöne you are nothing more than a hypocrite, blaming your misfortune on other people. The main problem seems to be always the same in this business: people and their egos. Putting in as little effort as possible, but wanting the big prize. I got news for you Caroline- we all enjoy wearing gold. But and that is something you should memorise for the future- titles ain’t everything. Some of us, a handful maybe, enjoy the fight itself. I can see you with a hint of red, and reassure you that this is really your color. I am painting epic pictures between the ropes, maybe getting a little too passionate at points- but we all have our flaws. I have accepted mine a long time ago, which automatically leads me back to you. Do I have to expect the same empty speech from you that everyone else is giving? Insulting my looks and telling me that I am just another loudmouth with zero future in this business? If you need material let me know. I ain’t hard to find. Just follow the path of broken bones and echoing screams.”
Her speech was interrupted by the roaring sound of a car pulling in. Tiara looked over the fence although she knew who it was. It is always him. For a moment her eyes went shut and she rolled her neck.
“I could save us a lot of time by telling you where and when you will fuck up- but where is the fun in that? Also, I am certain you expected me to be intimidated. I swear to God, I have tried. I even stood in front of the mirror practicing my innocent face. But guess what? I just don’t have one. I am a troublemaker. Easy and simple, I am a bitch, and that is nothing to be ashamed of. It just means that I am handling my own business, never holding back or regretting anything. When you become a part of this business, you have to make a decision: lead or follow. For some reason, I do not see myself sliding inside a sheep costume. I run with wolves, my love. I take what I want without worrying about consequences. It will not always end well, or in my favour. But, here is something I can assure you of: I will always do things my way. Oh Caroline, you don’t know a whole lot about people like me. I am not sure you know much, period, about other people. I expect a fiery reply, trying to get under my skin. I feel tempted to beg you for exactly that, to rub me the wrong way. Give me an excuse to jump over the edge. Because at the end of the day, only one of us will leave this ring victorious. Right, little sheep?”
She winked. The same wink she had given that barman eight years ago. Some things never change.
Welcome Into the Wild. Not many survive the trip.
There is nothing like good or bad people. Just people. Some were assholes and others... were assholes too, just good at covering it. You did not have to be genius to understand the basic rules of living. The world did not need any more Queens, princesses or cunts. It was hilarious to look at the ones we already had. On a daily base trying to become relevant in a business that revolved around blood, sweat and tears. Not fake prophets. Just people that would battle ‘till the very end. Hello. My name is TIARA WILDER. And I came to fight.
FIRESTARTER
Miami; Florida
Flashback 2008
This is no place for a young girl. Underage and coming from a total different world, it was a little bit like the Wizard of Oz. Little Dorothy had left Kansas in the blink of an eye, entering a strange world, exciting and maybe a little scary. Not the place itself, but the people hanging at every second corner. When entering this small bar, she shuddered a moment. Not because of the scene- but the looks she received from male individuals inside. It didn’t take a lot of life experience to figure out what they were. Weak. Drowning their sorrows with cheap booze.
You are sixteen years old. You shouldn’t be here.
I know. She was having a little monologue inside of her head almost all the way towards the bar. The man behind it was cleaning some glasses while looking over the small crowd. With a heavy sigh, she sunk down on one of the chairs. Observing them a little closer, it was obvious they had seen better days.
We all have, right?!
Tiara brushed her long hair behind her ear while looking at the bartender again. Her huge green eyes showed a seriousness not typical for a teenager. The man looked back, a smirk playing around the corner of his mouth.
“Tequila.”
“You are underage, doll… .”
“And you smell bad.”
The expression on his face was still somewhat careless, but mixed with curiosity. Maybe it was her thick German accent, or the way she replied without thinking twice. The young girl put money on the sticky counter before her, looking at him still, not irritated in the slightest.
“What? I thought we were exchanging irrelevant facts.” Her hand remained on the money when sliding it over. “Tequila.”
A few moments passed before he shrugged his shoulders and put a bottle in front of her, followed by all else needed. Lemons. Salt. Eyeballing the glass for several moments before popping it open. Taking a deep breather then sipping directly from the bottle. It burnt. It made her sick. But it also gave her a certain warmth she couldn’t explain.
You ain’t better than them.
Being so lost in her own thoughts she had zoned out. Not taking any notice of the gorilla that had appeared next to her. As if it was the most natural thing he would sling one arm over her shoulder. His disgusting breath meeting her cheek.
“You shouldn’t be all alone pretty girl… .”
“Get lost.”
He response short while her eyes remained on the bottle. Every cell of her body was reacting defensive to the touch of this stranger- her outside remained calm. For now.
“Baby I can show you a good time. Buy you a few drinks and we can...”
He never got to finish his sentence and neither did she get a chance to finish the bottle. Without hesitation she smashed the half full bottle over his head. Glass splintered all over the wooden bar. Here and there, a few heads turned and watched the ongoing scenario. Tiara herself watched him slide down from the stool, hitting the dirty floor. Brushing off some of the splinters before joining him down there. With an emotionless look, she checked the deep cut on his forehead.
“What is it with assholes like you? Need alcohol to feel your balls?” She reached up to the bar where the salt was still standing, putting some onto her fingers before rubbing them together.
“Stupid cunt… .”
He didn’t get much further than that. Her salted fingers rubbed over that cut, and a scream filled the bar, followed by a laughter. Her own. She lifted herself from the ground before winking at the bartender. He had remained, cleaning the same glass for the last fifteen minutes. Tiara grabbed her bag, but before stepping out she looked at the fallen guy again.
“And the word you were looking for is Fotze… dumme Fotze. You are welcome. Next drink is on me.”
Her tone was light yet that serious expression never left. Inside her head repeating the three golden rules. Rule number one, when meeting an asshole… make sure you are the bigger one. Rule number two, hit before anyone can hit you. Rule number three, enjoy every second of war.
Cheers.
WILD FRONTIER
New York; New York
That all you got? Being another self proclaimed queen. Applause. Although wait, was it really queen or just another cunt? Too damn hard to keep track these days. In the end it was all the same though- a complex created by weak females. Resting with the thought of being something special. Shame on you.
Tiara Wilder had been working out most of her morning, going through a routine that had become part of her. It was still mild, considering the fact that Winter was only a few weeks away. She enjoyed the little bit of sunshine this day offered. Life was pretty good when you allowed it to be.
“Who would expect anything disturbing on a day like today? So peaceful and gentle. All the pretty colors that autumn creates for us. Most people do not take the time to take a closer look, way too busy to rush through their days. Do you understand how morbid this season of the year is? Not because of pumpkins…which are totally gross by the way. No. It’s more like the season of dying. Maybe I have a sick sense of humor, but I find such little facts alluring.” She looked down at the leaves that slowly started to lose their bright colors. “What about you Caroline? What drags your attention? Let me take a guess, and we can figure out if I am right or wrong. You are attracted mainly to yourself, and that is really just a wild guess from what I have seen you do in AWE and your previous company. You speak of yourself as some sort of Queen, looking down at others. No offense, but that is pretty stereotypical for unsatisfied bitches who underestimating their opponents and talk a big game. Does any of this sound familiar? I would hate to see you for something you are not, no matter if good or bad. I am the new girl in town and wouldn’t wanna get on the bad side of our Queen.”
She was kicking some of the leaves when a vicious grin did spread on her face. Transforming into a full smile.
“Okay. I might have to confess something here. I am not very good at paying compliments to people- leave alone faking anything. I don’t give a shit who Miss Burchill thinks she is. All this ‘the Queen has spoken’ nonsense does not really impress me. I do not bow to anyone, let alone kneel. Bad, bad Tiara. You kneeled before Erron this morning.” She playfully covered her mouth. “Different subject for a different day. What I’m really trying to say is this- you will have to do better. Everyone will look at me as the rookie, the girl that had been out of the picture for several years. But guess what? That also makes me the wildcard. The unpredictable force that will rip you apart. I am not nice, Caroline. I am not particularly a mean person either. I am just Tiara. And from looking back at your previous match- you know what it means to come off short. I give you this much, you’ve got talent. But so do thousands of other people who never get the chance to sign a contract. So please, do not waste your precious time biting off more than you can chew. It will only cause you to choke, and that is not a very royal like way to go, all blue and swollen. And while the thought itself amuses me to the limit, people shall not say Tiara Wilder is a monster. I should give you the respect you deserve, right?”
Something had caught her attention. Maybe the wind putting the leaves to chaos. Whatever it was seemed fascinating. Her emerald eyes focuses on the ground.
“For me that is where it becomes really tricky. I can be antisocial and still agree with the way people do business. But you? Meine Schöne you are nothing more than a hypocrite, blaming your misfortune on other people. The main problem seems to be always the same in this business: people and their egos. Putting in as little effort as possible, but wanting the big prize. I got news for you Caroline- we all enjoy wearing gold. But and that is something you should memorise for the future- titles ain’t everything. Some of us, a handful maybe, enjoy the fight itself. I can see you with a hint of red, and reassure you that this is really your color. I am painting epic pictures between the ropes, maybe getting a little too passionate at points- but we all have our flaws. I have accepted mine a long time ago, which automatically leads me back to you. Do I have to expect the same empty speech from you that everyone else is giving? Insulting my looks and telling me that I am just another loudmouth with zero future in this business? If you need material let me know. I ain’t hard to find. Just follow the path of broken bones and echoing screams.”
Her speech was interrupted by the roaring sound of a car pulling in. Tiara looked over the fence although she knew who it was. It is always him. For a moment her eyes went shut and she rolled her neck.
“I could save us a lot of time by telling you where and when you will fuck up- but where is the fun in that? Also, I am certain you expected me to be intimidated. I swear to God, I have tried. I even stood in front of the mirror practicing my innocent face. But guess what? I just don’t have one. I am a troublemaker. Easy and simple, I am a bitch, and that is nothing to be ashamed of. It just means that I am handling my own business, never holding back or regretting anything. When you become a part of this business, you have to make a decision: lead or follow. For some reason, I do not see myself sliding inside a sheep costume. I run with wolves, my love. I take what I want without worrying about consequences. It will not always end well, or in my favour. But, here is something I can assure you of: I will always do things my way. Oh Caroline, you don’t know a whole lot about people like me. I am not sure you know much, period, about other people. I expect a fiery reply, trying to get under my skin. I feel tempted to beg you for exactly that, to rub me the wrong way. Give me an excuse to jump over the edge. Because at the end of the day, only one of us will leave this ring victorious. Right, little sheep?”
She winked. The same wink she had given that barman eight years ago. Some things never change.
Welcome Into the Wild. Not many survive the trip.
The German Glory