Post by Caroline O'Hara Burchill on Jan 3, 2017 20:18:54 GMT -5
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new year, same old shit.
"Here we are. Round 3. The midway point for the Alpha Cup Tournament. At this point, there is no going back. There is no time to second guess yourself and question whether or not this is the right way to go. There's no fuckery that's going to take place, and neither will that fuckboy T.S Elliot get in the way of shit here. In this moment, an individual should have all the confidence in the world and tell themselves that they can and will win it all. I've been craving this kind of opportunity for a while now; a chance to solidify my spot as an astounding athlete that shouldn't be overlooked anymore. I've been putting in the hard work ever since this entire tournament was announced, and so far, I've been blazing a path that has been destined to take me all the way to the top."
"It's all I've ever wanted; having my own spotlight and ruling above the rest of the competition. Even if it's for a fleeting moment, having all the bragging rights in the world and proving to those who've put my credibility into question wrong is something that I've craved for a long time now. I have yet to have the honor of a single accomplishment associated with my name. By now, pretty much everyone in this tournament has been a champion. Almost every wrestler that is a part of this Alpha Cup tournament knows what it's like to have a crown befitted on their head, but I have yet to experience it for myself. It honestly gets to me, and so, this tournament is a do-or-die situation for me. If I don't win this thing, then my future will be in doubt. I won't know for certain when I will be able to receive another opportunity as huge as this again, and I sure as hell don't want to wait to find out."
"However, that's not the case for you, Aaron Pace. You won't have to worry about the state of your career at all, win or lose."
"You've been building up a nice little career for yourself here thus far, and I must admit that I am impressed. It's not often that I get to say that to an opponent of mine. After all, I am ruthless and I always come at each and every wrestler with malicious intent; poised to grip anyone by the neck and sink my claws deep into their flesh as a way to assert my dominance."
"I don't ever hold back."
"I'm a predator that's on the hunt, ready to dismantle anyone who stands in front of me. I will also say that I am sharp at the tongue as well, and I'm not afraid to put someone down. However, for once, I have to say that you... have something promising within you, Mr. Pace. You're like a star which continues to radiate brightly, and with each win that you pick up, the brightness continues to grow. I guess I can just say that openly with not a single hint of hesitation because for one part of my career, I was just like you, Aaron."
"When I came here to the United States three years ago, I racked up a bit of a winning streak myself. For three matches I laid to waste various fighters that defied me and looked to be roadblocks in my career. I was fighting men who easily outclassed me in the height and strength department - just like you - who could've easily made me out to be their own little bitch while decimating me completely. However, the various challenges to were place right in front of me never hindered me. I stood tall and for three flawless matches, I was unbeatable. I was truly immaculate. I felt like I was on top of the world."
"But alas, good things must come to an end eventually, even if it may be abrupt and disappointing."
"I let the wins get to my head. When the next match came, I lost. The first bit of failure I received finally presented itself to me like an uninvited guest, and I was so distraught by it all. Sure, the streak may not have been anything spectacular when you look at it in the grander scheme of things. People might even say that it's foolish to get caught up in a streak as it will be meaningless in the end, but back then it mattered to me. I saw myself as a fast-rising star that was going to propel to the top of the main event scene in no time, but then it all came crashing down after the loss."
"So, while I do acknowledge the fact that you have some potential in you, I can't help but to be just a little bit pissed off about you..."
"Maybe it's due to the fact that I've become a bitter veteran in the midst of things. After all, my career here in Alpha Wrestling Empire has been referred to as having 'mixed results' whereas everyone seems to be on this Pace Express Hype train. It definitely bothers me, and I cannot tell a lie, Aaron... the fact that everyone has their eyes on you makes me want to destroy you."
"I want to be the one who derails the hype train."
"I want people to pay attention to me and see me for the real worth that I possess."
"I don't want people to think that my career is nothing to behold. This tournament will change all of that for me, and Aaron, I will go through you no matter what in order to get what is mine. I can't lose to you. I'm too desperate, and when I get desperate, my senses are heightened and I go all out. The competitiveness and drive all reach to an insurmountable level, and with everyone undoubtedly looking at you as the likely candidate to win this, I have to prove everyone wrong. "
"It is a must."
Osaka, Japan.
January 1st, 2017.
The new year often signals new change for an individual. Though cliched, many people look to make positive impacts once the old year has went, and with the dawn of a new day, the promise of things to come often make those who are enamored with change hopeful. Even if one is to chalk up the 'new year, new me' slogan as being nothing more but wishful thinking or, to put it bluntly, bullshit.
Complete and utter bullshit.
It was a sentiment that Caroline O'Hara Burchill shared - not the whole new year thing, but the bullshit part. Definitely that one. A huge scowl graced her face, which has become a new signature look for her as of late. The Aussie was not in an enlightened mood, and Amy Scottsfiern was able to detect that something was immediately wrong once Caroline slammed her phone angrily on the table and let out a heavy sigh. As she plopped down on the chair and covered her face, Amy glanced over at her with a genuinely concerned look on her face. Caroline received a call from the A.W.E management that she was going to be questioned about the situation involving Thirteen, and of course, the young woman wasn't happy about it.
Not at all.
"So, I guess that call didn't end in a pleasant manner," Scottsfiern inquired to Burchill, who simply groaned and rubbed the sides of her head.
"No shit, Sherlock," Burchill snapped harshly, unknowingly letting her frustrations out on her agent. However, even though it bothered her a bit, Amy has grown to not let the fiery temperament of her client mess with her too much. Besides, she knew how easy it was for Caroline to lose her cool, so she simply maintained her own calm demeanor as she got closer to the woman. "These idiots are seriously thinking that I'm the one responsible for that whole shitstorm with Thirteen. They're going to question me about it, even though I've told them multiple times that I had nothing to do with it!"
"I know, it is frustrating," Amy said sympathetically, nodding her head in agreement. "I mean, it's unfortunate, but hey. You're innocent and you can prove that to them once you let them know what really happened. No biggie."
"Oh? And what if they decide that I'm not innocent? What if they all just conspire against me or, I don't know, someone manipulates them into thinking that I was the actual attacker?"
"I doubt that the situation would escalate into that, but if it does, then I'll handle it myself."
Still, in spite of Amy's reassurance, Caroline was still agitated. She felt like the whole world was against her; a feeling that she knew all too well. She couldn't stand it.
"I can't believe that this crap is happening to me. I'm trying to put all of my attention into winning this tournament, but another one as well over at Redemption Wrestling," Caroline remarked with a hint of irritation in her voice as she got up and started pacing the hotel room, moving back and forth as she continued on with her little rant. "I have the biggest opportunity in my life right in front of my face, but I can't even focus on it when all of this crap is going on around me. It seems like I'll never catch a break. Anytime it seems like my career is finally heading in the right direction, life just comes around and SMACK!"
Just then, Caroline clapped her hands together loudly to emulate the sound of slapping. The sudden sound caught Amy off guard and the poor woman jumped in her seat. However, Caroline continued and became even more livid; her face contorting with the rage that was building up within her.
"It just comes right in and hits me right in my face! I'm getting tired of it, honestly. Everyone wants to fuck things up for me! I'm just trying to piece together a career here that was once in shambles. I never came back to professional wrestling just so that a bunch of fucktards can swoop in and piss all over me! Hell, I might as well go fucking rampant and beat everyone up at this point because at this rate, I'm losing my mind!"
"Okay, Caroline, I think you need to take a chill pill before you self destruct again," Amy said, standing up as she tried to get Caroline to relax. However, it was to no avail and Caroline simply shrugged off her advances as the young woman quickly slipped on her boots. Amy frowned, and asked, "Where are you going now?"
"What does it look like to you," Caroline answered rudely, glaring at Amy. "I'm going to go out and take my mind off things. Cool down. Take a walk. You know, take a 'chill pill' or whatever it is that you want to call it."
"Well... that's a change. I guess that's one New Year's Resolution that's been checked off."
"Yeah," Caroline said as she then looked up at Amy. "Well, you said that you didn't want me to go off on you the last time, so I'm keeping my promise."
Caroline snatched her jacket, a beanie and her phone before heading out the door. Amy still stood there, having a brow arched before she threw her hands up in defeat and rolled her eyes.
"New year, same old shit, I suppose," she said underneath her breath before she poured out a glass of sake for herself.
"It's all I've ever wanted; having my own spotlight and ruling above the rest of the competition. Even if it's for a fleeting moment, having all the bragging rights in the world and proving to those who've put my credibility into question wrong is something that I've craved for a long time now. I have yet to have the honor of a single accomplishment associated with my name. By now, pretty much everyone in this tournament has been a champion. Almost every wrestler that is a part of this Alpha Cup tournament knows what it's like to have a crown befitted on their head, but I have yet to experience it for myself. It honestly gets to me, and so, this tournament is a do-or-die situation for me. If I don't win this thing, then my future will be in doubt. I won't know for certain when I will be able to receive another opportunity as huge as this again, and I sure as hell don't want to wait to find out."
"However, that's not the case for you, Aaron Pace. You won't have to worry about the state of your career at all, win or lose."
"You've been building up a nice little career for yourself here thus far, and I must admit that I am impressed. It's not often that I get to say that to an opponent of mine. After all, I am ruthless and I always come at each and every wrestler with malicious intent; poised to grip anyone by the neck and sink my claws deep into their flesh as a way to assert my dominance."
"I don't ever hold back."
"I'm a predator that's on the hunt, ready to dismantle anyone who stands in front of me. I will also say that I am sharp at the tongue as well, and I'm not afraid to put someone down. However, for once, I have to say that you... have something promising within you, Mr. Pace. You're like a star which continues to radiate brightly, and with each win that you pick up, the brightness continues to grow. I guess I can just say that openly with not a single hint of hesitation because for one part of my career, I was just like you, Aaron."
"When I came here to the United States three years ago, I racked up a bit of a winning streak myself. For three matches I laid to waste various fighters that defied me and looked to be roadblocks in my career. I was fighting men who easily outclassed me in the height and strength department - just like you - who could've easily made me out to be their own little bitch while decimating me completely. However, the various challenges to were place right in front of me never hindered me. I stood tall and for three flawless matches, I was unbeatable. I was truly immaculate. I felt like I was on top of the world."
"But alas, good things must come to an end eventually, even if it may be abrupt and disappointing."
"I let the wins get to my head. When the next match came, I lost. The first bit of failure I received finally presented itself to me like an uninvited guest, and I was so distraught by it all. Sure, the streak may not have been anything spectacular when you look at it in the grander scheme of things. People might even say that it's foolish to get caught up in a streak as it will be meaningless in the end, but back then it mattered to me. I saw myself as a fast-rising star that was going to propel to the top of the main event scene in no time, but then it all came crashing down after the loss."
"So, while I do acknowledge the fact that you have some potential in you, I can't help but to be just a little bit pissed off about you..."
"Maybe it's due to the fact that I've become a bitter veteran in the midst of things. After all, my career here in Alpha Wrestling Empire has been referred to as having 'mixed results' whereas everyone seems to be on this Pace Express Hype train. It definitely bothers me, and I cannot tell a lie, Aaron... the fact that everyone has their eyes on you makes me want to destroy you."
"I want to be the one who derails the hype train."
"I want people to pay attention to me and see me for the real worth that I possess."
"I don't want people to think that my career is nothing to behold. This tournament will change all of that for me, and Aaron, I will go through you no matter what in order to get what is mine. I can't lose to you. I'm too desperate, and when I get desperate, my senses are heightened and I go all out. The competitiveness and drive all reach to an insurmountable level, and with everyone undoubtedly looking at you as the likely candidate to win this, I have to prove everyone wrong. "
"It is a must."
Osaka, Japan.
January 1st, 2017.
The new year often signals new change for an individual. Though cliched, many people look to make positive impacts once the old year has went, and with the dawn of a new day, the promise of things to come often make those who are enamored with change hopeful. Even if one is to chalk up the 'new year, new me' slogan as being nothing more but wishful thinking or, to put it bluntly, bullshit.
Complete and utter bullshit.
It was a sentiment that Caroline O'Hara Burchill shared - not the whole new year thing, but the bullshit part. Definitely that one. A huge scowl graced her face, which has become a new signature look for her as of late. The Aussie was not in an enlightened mood, and Amy Scottsfiern was able to detect that something was immediately wrong once Caroline slammed her phone angrily on the table and let out a heavy sigh. As she plopped down on the chair and covered her face, Amy glanced over at her with a genuinely concerned look on her face. Caroline received a call from the A.W.E management that she was going to be questioned about the situation involving Thirteen, and of course, the young woman wasn't happy about it.
Not at all.
"So, I guess that call didn't end in a pleasant manner," Scottsfiern inquired to Burchill, who simply groaned and rubbed the sides of her head.
"No shit, Sherlock," Burchill snapped harshly, unknowingly letting her frustrations out on her agent. However, even though it bothered her a bit, Amy has grown to not let the fiery temperament of her client mess with her too much. Besides, she knew how easy it was for Caroline to lose her cool, so she simply maintained her own calm demeanor as she got closer to the woman. "These idiots are seriously thinking that I'm the one responsible for that whole shitstorm with Thirteen. They're going to question me about it, even though I've told them multiple times that I had nothing to do with it!"
"I know, it is frustrating," Amy said sympathetically, nodding her head in agreement. "I mean, it's unfortunate, but hey. You're innocent and you can prove that to them once you let them know what really happened. No biggie."
"Oh? And what if they decide that I'm not innocent? What if they all just conspire against me or, I don't know, someone manipulates them into thinking that I was the actual attacker?"
"I doubt that the situation would escalate into that, but if it does, then I'll handle it myself."
Still, in spite of Amy's reassurance, Caroline was still agitated. She felt like the whole world was against her; a feeling that she knew all too well. She couldn't stand it.
"I can't believe that this crap is happening to me. I'm trying to put all of my attention into winning this tournament, but another one as well over at Redemption Wrestling," Caroline remarked with a hint of irritation in her voice as she got up and started pacing the hotel room, moving back and forth as she continued on with her little rant. "I have the biggest opportunity in my life right in front of my face, but I can't even focus on it when all of this crap is going on around me. It seems like I'll never catch a break. Anytime it seems like my career is finally heading in the right direction, life just comes around and SMACK!"
Just then, Caroline clapped her hands together loudly to emulate the sound of slapping. The sudden sound caught Amy off guard and the poor woman jumped in her seat. However, Caroline continued and became even more livid; her face contorting with the rage that was building up within her.
"It just comes right in and hits me right in my face! I'm getting tired of it, honestly. Everyone wants to fuck things up for me! I'm just trying to piece together a career here that was once in shambles. I never came back to professional wrestling just so that a bunch of fucktards can swoop in and piss all over me! Hell, I might as well go fucking rampant and beat everyone up at this point because at this rate, I'm losing my mind!"
"Okay, Caroline, I think you need to take a chill pill before you self destruct again," Amy said, standing up as she tried to get Caroline to relax. However, it was to no avail and Caroline simply shrugged off her advances as the young woman quickly slipped on her boots. Amy frowned, and asked, "Where are you going now?"
"What does it look like to you," Caroline answered rudely, glaring at Amy. "I'm going to go out and take my mind off things. Cool down. Take a walk. You know, take a 'chill pill' or whatever it is that you want to call it."
"Well... that's a change. I guess that's one New Year's Resolution that's been checked off."
"Yeah," Caroline said as she then looked up at Amy. "Well, you said that you didn't want me to go off on you the last time, so I'm keeping my promise."
Caroline snatched her jacket, a beanie and her phone before heading out the door. Amy still stood there, having a brow arched before she threw her hands up in defeat and rolled her eyes.
"New year, same old shit, I suppose," she said underneath her breath before she poured out a glass of sake for herself.