Post by Caroline O'Hara Burchill on Dec 1, 2016 22:34:41 GMT -5
"Is everything alright, Caroline?"
It was the first sentence that Amy Scottsfiern uttered out, opening the door slightly as she precociously peeked her head into her client's office. Truth be told, there was a tinge of genuine concern that came along with that question. There was hardly any interaction between her and the woman that she managed since the events of Massacre #2. Of course, it wasn't by her own admission, but rather Caroline's as the Australian woman kept to herself immediately after they left the show. It was troubling to Amy to see Burchill like this when the silence between was rather awkward; one might even say unsettling. After all, whenever Caroline had been in a transfixed state of stillness like this, it wasn't always good.
It's no secret to anyone that Caroline O'Hara Burchill isn't the most mentally balanced person on the Earth. She was the complete opposite of balance; always prone to her own spontaneous breakdowns and it's often a source of speculation as everyone wonders whether or not Caroline can keep herself in check. She wasn't the type of person that held anything back, yet with her being this quiet, it did bother Amy tremendously. The concerned woman looked on as she saw Caroline in her white leather chair by the pristine glass desk, seemingly transfixed on the screen of her computer as she was watching some videos. As Amy got closer, she redirected her gaze and looked at the screen herself, seeing that what was being displayed was a video of a younger Caroline having a match in the early part of her wrestling career.
"I guess you're just going through the old glory days, huh," Amy jokingly said to break the ice, letting out a soft chuckle. However, Caroline didn't respond. Her chin rested in the palm of her hand as her eyes never left the screen, watching the more vicarious and lively version of herself bounce around the ring, trying to get control of the match. Her pigtails then swayed with each swift movement that she made, and she seemed to be more lithe and alert than her opponent.
She remembered that match. She was seventeen at that time - a mere three months into her career after being trained by her older brother, Shawn, who was also a professional wrestler himself. In fact, the two of them had a bloodline to the sport. Both of their parents had been stellar wrestlers in their own right, with their father making a name for himself globally while their mother was one of the defining women leading the charge for female competitors in the 80's and 90's. The Zolnerowich name had some merit to it, and Shawn and Caroline were primed to step into their parents' footsteps in an effort to not alone maintain that prestige, but to also carve out their own legacy. Even back then, Caroline Valentina Zolnerowich had a lot going for her. She was young and vivacious; charismatic and athletic. There was always a drive to be perfect, and she always wanted to make a good impression during that time. The young woman back then was a sharp contrast to the woman that presents herself to the world now - a very sharp one at that. As a matter of fact, many people would probably be surprised as they looked back at the Immaculate One's old matches prior to the United States.
She certainly changed since then, and it was a change that was probably for the worse.
As Caroline continued to watch the video, Amy simply placed her hands on her hips and sighed, unsure about what to do. It was like she was reaching out to a brick wall at this point. There was no point in trying to get her attention. She was just going to continue ignoring her.
"Well, I guess you just really don't feel like talking today," Amy said in defeat as she turned around, making her way towards the door. However, just as her hand was reaching out to touch the knob on the door, Caroline's voice suddenly cut through the air as she paused the video. "I haven't been in the best of moods lately," She said, spinning her chair around to face Amy with a serious expression painted on her face. Amy glanced back, admittedly a bit surprised as she finally saw her client's face. There was a void of youthfulness or exuberance that often accompanied Caroline's features. Her eyes were now hard-rimmed and intense; the corner of lips curved downwards slightly as she looked to be bothered by something.
"Yeah, I figured that much. I guess you've been having a lot on your mind lately?"
"Oh, it's definitely more than that," Caroline said with a heavy sigh, closing her eyes and placing her hands on her face as she sunk further back into the chair. "A lot of things haven't been going in my favor as of late and I don't like it. Not one bit."
"Yeah...," Amy said softly, slowly nodding her head as she looked down to the floor. She understood why Caroline was upset. There was the loss to Hayden at the first Massacre event, and then she was coming back from another loss as she failed to advance for the chance to become the inaugural Paramount Champion. With her career being at an unsatisfactory stalemate, Caroline was feeling frustrated. She blew her chances, and now she was back at square one. It was just crazy to her that in a matter of close to two months that she went from potentially having her first title match to being farther and farther away from that opportunity. All the failures were piling up, seemingly endlessly.
This wasn't what she wanted.
"I don't know, Amy. I've just been dealing with a string of bad luck lately, and no matter how hard I try, it just seems like I can't shake it off of me."
"Well, sometimes, the going does get a little tough," Amy said, trying to comfort Caroline. "We have our good moments and our bad moments. Things may not be going the way you expected them to be, but at the same time, you still have a lot to work hard towards. Don't let the frustration get to you - you always let it happen and that's probably your biggest flaw. You're just ready to snap at any given moment."
"I know, it's just... sometimes, it can be hard to push through that point when it always seems to happen, you know? The self-deprecation and irritation does take a toll on you. Even I can't ignore those things."
Caroline and Amy then chuckled together.
"Well, maybe you can channel those frustrations out in your next match. After all, you've been able to spring back from this kind of deficit before. Besides, it's a huge one: the first round in the Alpha Cup tournament."
"I know," Caroline said, recognizing what was at stake. "Can you imagine the kind of leverage I can have on AWE if I went on to win the whole thing?" She then cracked a slight smirk, amused at the thought of it all. Amy had a faint smile on her face, glad to see that Caroline was starting to lighten.
"Absolutely. You can really make people take notice of you that way. It would be amazing."
Caroline grinned. "And I can definitely set the tone for everything else when I go out there and beat Tiara Wilder."
"You know I have a whole lot of confidence for you. I just don't want you to continue on with this pity party and actually lace up those boots, march down that ramp and kick some ass."
There might have been a feeling of uncertainty, but at the same time, Caroline understood the importance of winning this match. Another loss for her would be devastating, and it would definitely put her all the way at the back of the line. She already lost her chance at becoming a champion, and she would be damned it she lost another grand opportunity like this.
She had to win it.
She had to reach up for the throne that was waiting ever so patiently for her.
But there was one woman in the way of it all, and that woman was Tiara Wilder.
"Another match, another loss, another seemingly irreversible fate that I have to deal with. When someone loses for the second straight match in a row, what are they honestly supposed to do? Are they expected to bring forth a facade that everything is alright when the reality of their situation is the complete opposite? To tell you the truth, that would be completely unrealistic. When the frailty is already cracking through, you can’t just piece together the remnants of your own ego and use it to conceal everything. The confidence does get a bit shaken. The self-depreciation does settle in, and the doubt does plague the mind; attacking it ruthlessly and making one feel weak.
I’m fully aware that my career is at an all time low for me. The fact of the matter is that I can’t really act like I’m untouchable, hyping myself up to be an indomitable foe that can’t be bested. It’s funny too, as I always hark on the fact that a wrestler needs to be consistently dominant in order to succeed. At the same time though, I don’t do a good job on setting that example.
I don’t know. Maybe I take everyone too lightly. Maybe I do talk a lot of shit and not realize the actual competition that is ahead of me. Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m just the type of person that swings wildly for the fences with no thought, and that is perhaps my biggest flaw.
I lost to Anastasia Hayden in my first match here. I also had the chance of going on to becoming the inaugural Paramount Champion, and I let that opportunity slip away from me. Acting oblivious to those facts and trying to keep my spirits high aren’t tasks that come easily to me, especially when I have to be strong. I have to find a way for people to take me seriously again. I refuse to be complacent with having a dull career. It's time for me to ascend; to rise above everyone else and get back on track. I'm tired of being acquainted with failure. I want to break free from it, and at this point, many would consider that to be nothing more but wishful thinking. However, I won't know unless I try, and with the first round of the Alpha Cup tournament approaching hastily, there is a lot at stake here. Still, I'm sure that given my recent track record you think that you have this one easily in the bag for you, Tiara Wilder.
I hope I'm wrong though. I hope that you know better than to doubt me, especially since I am willing to fight, claw and break down anyone that stands in my way.
I always come out swinging when there is a sense of desperation for me. I'm coming into this match with a huge chip on my shoulder. The odds aren't in my favor and I am aware of that. However, this isn't going to be a match that is going to be easily handed to you, my dear. Trust that.
And also trust in the fact that you won't get the chance to break my neck.
At this point in time, losing this match is not an option. I cannot accept defeat. If you manage to beat me, then I'll sink further down to the bottom of the rankings into the depths of irrelevance, and trust me, I won't let that happen. When we meet each other in the ring, I want you to recognize that even through the misfortunes that I'm dealing with right now, you're still looking at a woman that is capable of pushing you to your absolute limits. Sure, it may sound crazy, but you seem to have a pension for taking crazy risks... and at the sane tine, Tiara, so do I.
So do I."
It was the first sentence that Amy Scottsfiern uttered out, opening the door slightly as she precociously peeked her head into her client's office. Truth be told, there was a tinge of genuine concern that came along with that question. There was hardly any interaction between her and the woman that she managed since the events of Massacre #2. Of course, it wasn't by her own admission, but rather Caroline's as the Australian woman kept to herself immediately after they left the show. It was troubling to Amy to see Burchill like this when the silence between was rather awkward; one might even say unsettling. After all, whenever Caroline had been in a transfixed state of stillness like this, it wasn't always good.
It's no secret to anyone that Caroline O'Hara Burchill isn't the most mentally balanced person on the Earth. She was the complete opposite of balance; always prone to her own spontaneous breakdowns and it's often a source of speculation as everyone wonders whether or not Caroline can keep herself in check. She wasn't the type of person that held anything back, yet with her being this quiet, it did bother Amy tremendously. The concerned woman looked on as she saw Caroline in her white leather chair by the pristine glass desk, seemingly transfixed on the screen of her computer as she was watching some videos. As Amy got closer, she redirected her gaze and looked at the screen herself, seeing that what was being displayed was a video of a younger Caroline having a match in the early part of her wrestling career.
"I guess you're just going through the old glory days, huh," Amy jokingly said to break the ice, letting out a soft chuckle. However, Caroline didn't respond. Her chin rested in the palm of her hand as her eyes never left the screen, watching the more vicarious and lively version of herself bounce around the ring, trying to get control of the match. Her pigtails then swayed with each swift movement that she made, and she seemed to be more lithe and alert than her opponent.
She remembered that match. She was seventeen at that time - a mere three months into her career after being trained by her older brother, Shawn, who was also a professional wrestler himself. In fact, the two of them had a bloodline to the sport. Both of their parents had been stellar wrestlers in their own right, with their father making a name for himself globally while their mother was one of the defining women leading the charge for female competitors in the 80's and 90's. The Zolnerowich name had some merit to it, and Shawn and Caroline were primed to step into their parents' footsteps in an effort to not alone maintain that prestige, but to also carve out their own legacy. Even back then, Caroline Valentina Zolnerowich had a lot going for her. She was young and vivacious; charismatic and athletic. There was always a drive to be perfect, and she always wanted to make a good impression during that time. The young woman back then was a sharp contrast to the woman that presents herself to the world now - a very sharp one at that. As a matter of fact, many people would probably be surprised as they looked back at the Immaculate One's old matches prior to the United States.
She certainly changed since then, and it was a change that was probably for the worse.
As Caroline continued to watch the video, Amy simply placed her hands on her hips and sighed, unsure about what to do. It was like she was reaching out to a brick wall at this point. There was no point in trying to get her attention. She was just going to continue ignoring her.
"Well, I guess you just really don't feel like talking today," Amy said in defeat as she turned around, making her way towards the door. However, just as her hand was reaching out to touch the knob on the door, Caroline's voice suddenly cut through the air as she paused the video. "I haven't been in the best of moods lately," She said, spinning her chair around to face Amy with a serious expression painted on her face. Amy glanced back, admittedly a bit surprised as she finally saw her client's face. There was a void of youthfulness or exuberance that often accompanied Caroline's features. Her eyes were now hard-rimmed and intense; the corner of lips curved downwards slightly as she looked to be bothered by something.
"Yeah, I figured that much. I guess you've been having a lot on your mind lately?"
"Oh, it's definitely more than that," Caroline said with a heavy sigh, closing her eyes and placing her hands on her face as she sunk further back into the chair. "A lot of things haven't been going in my favor as of late and I don't like it. Not one bit."
"Yeah...," Amy said softly, slowly nodding her head as she looked down to the floor. She understood why Caroline was upset. There was the loss to Hayden at the first Massacre event, and then she was coming back from another loss as she failed to advance for the chance to become the inaugural Paramount Champion. With her career being at an unsatisfactory stalemate, Caroline was feeling frustrated. She blew her chances, and now she was back at square one. It was just crazy to her that in a matter of close to two months that she went from potentially having her first title match to being farther and farther away from that opportunity. All the failures were piling up, seemingly endlessly.
This wasn't what she wanted.
"I don't know, Amy. I've just been dealing with a string of bad luck lately, and no matter how hard I try, it just seems like I can't shake it off of me."
"Well, sometimes, the going does get a little tough," Amy said, trying to comfort Caroline. "We have our good moments and our bad moments. Things may not be going the way you expected them to be, but at the same time, you still have a lot to work hard towards. Don't let the frustration get to you - you always let it happen and that's probably your biggest flaw. You're just ready to snap at any given moment."
"I know, it's just... sometimes, it can be hard to push through that point when it always seems to happen, you know? The self-deprecation and irritation does take a toll on you. Even I can't ignore those things."
Caroline and Amy then chuckled together.
"Well, maybe you can channel those frustrations out in your next match. After all, you've been able to spring back from this kind of deficit before. Besides, it's a huge one: the first round in the Alpha Cup tournament."
"I know," Caroline said, recognizing what was at stake. "Can you imagine the kind of leverage I can have on AWE if I went on to win the whole thing?" She then cracked a slight smirk, amused at the thought of it all. Amy had a faint smile on her face, glad to see that Caroline was starting to lighten.
"Absolutely. You can really make people take notice of you that way. It would be amazing."
Caroline grinned. "And I can definitely set the tone for everything else when I go out there and beat Tiara Wilder."
"You know I have a whole lot of confidence for you. I just don't want you to continue on with this pity party and actually lace up those boots, march down that ramp and kick some ass."
There might have been a feeling of uncertainty, but at the same time, Caroline understood the importance of winning this match. Another loss for her would be devastating, and it would definitely put her all the way at the back of the line. She already lost her chance at becoming a champion, and she would be damned it she lost another grand opportunity like this.
She had to win it.
She had to reach up for the throne that was waiting ever so patiently for her.
But there was one woman in the way of it all, and that woman was Tiara Wilder.
"Another match, another loss, another seemingly irreversible fate that I have to deal with. When someone loses for the second straight match in a row, what are they honestly supposed to do? Are they expected to bring forth a facade that everything is alright when the reality of their situation is the complete opposite? To tell you the truth, that would be completely unrealistic. When the frailty is already cracking through, you can’t just piece together the remnants of your own ego and use it to conceal everything. The confidence does get a bit shaken. The self-depreciation does settle in, and the doubt does plague the mind; attacking it ruthlessly and making one feel weak.
I’m fully aware that my career is at an all time low for me. The fact of the matter is that I can’t really act like I’m untouchable, hyping myself up to be an indomitable foe that can’t be bested. It’s funny too, as I always hark on the fact that a wrestler needs to be consistently dominant in order to succeed. At the same time though, I don’t do a good job on setting that example.
I don’t know. Maybe I take everyone too lightly. Maybe I do talk a lot of shit and not realize the actual competition that is ahead of me. Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m just the type of person that swings wildly for the fences with no thought, and that is perhaps my biggest flaw.
I lost to Anastasia Hayden in my first match here. I also had the chance of going on to becoming the inaugural Paramount Champion, and I let that opportunity slip away from me. Acting oblivious to those facts and trying to keep my spirits high aren’t tasks that come easily to me, especially when I have to be strong. I have to find a way for people to take me seriously again. I refuse to be complacent with having a dull career. It's time for me to ascend; to rise above everyone else and get back on track. I'm tired of being acquainted with failure. I want to break free from it, and at this point, many would consider that to be nothing more but wishful thinking. However, I won't know unless I try, and with the first round of the Alpha Cup tournament approaching hastily, there is a lot at stake here. Still, I'm sure that given my recent track record you think that you have this one easily in the bag for you, Tiara Wilder.
I hope I'm wrong though. I hope that you know better than to doubt me, especially since I am willing to fight, claw and break down anyone that stands in my way.
I always come out swinging when there is a sense of desperation for me. I'm coming into this match with a huge chip on my shoulder. The odds aren't in my favor and I am aware of that. However, this isn't going to be a match that is going to be easily handed to you, my dear. Trust that.
And also trust in the fact that you won't get the chance to break my neck.
At this point in time, losing this match is not an option. I cannot accept defeat. If you manage to beat me, then I'll sink further down to the bottom of the rankings into the depths of irrelevance, and trust me, I won't let that happen. When we meet each other in the ring, I want you to recognize that even through the misfortunes that I'm dealing with right now, you're still looking at a woman that is capable of pushing you to your absolute limits. Sure, it may sound crazy, but you seem to have a pension for taking crazy risks... and at the sane tine, Tiara, so do I.
So do I."