Post by Caroline O'Hara Burchill on Feb 3, 2017 2:01:32 GMT -5
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"Well, there you have it. It actually happened. After weeks of dominance, I was certain that I would be heading into Executive Action a woman that would've had the finals right in the bag. I guess I was just too busy laminating on what was in store ahead that I never paid any attention to what was right in front of my face. I looked down on Anastasia Hayden. Thought that she was all hype and an empty shit talker about being the 'MVP' of AWE. I shrugged her off and in the back of my mind, I never saw the actual competition that waited for me. Needless to say, I let my guard down and that comfortable feeling costed me the entire Alpha Cup tournament. Not only that, but I'm sure Hayden will go around yelling out to the masses that when it came down to it in the end, she proved that she was the better women all along."
"Admittedly, the loss got to me. I wasn't really active on social media. I dismissed everyone around me as I needed time to just be alone and gather my thoughts when it came to the situation at hand. I expected the tournament to be the coveted golden opportunity that I needed to propel myself to be the biggest star that I've been longing to be since I came to the States three years ago. The posters, wealth, fame, glory and the unkempt notion of being vastly superior to those around me were things that I desired. I craved them. I talk about wanting those things so many times already, and I go on about how desperate I am to get the things that I want. So, when I lost in that match and got beaten by my own bitter rival of all people, I'm sure that you can imagine how bitter I became. "
"Yeah, I become a salty, bitter bitch whenever I lose. I'll admit that unabashedly. I'm a highly competitive person, and whenever I set out to get something, I am driven by whatever goal I decide to pursue after. Some might say I'm too obsessed, or might find my own strong displeasure with failure to be quite aloof. However, simply put, I just don't give a fuck. I'm not here to be mediocre or another basic bitch wrestlers that stands idly by while others bypass me. I'm not here to watch people get things before I do. I'm not that easily complacent, and honestly? I just don't have the patience. After all, what's the point in being in this sport if you came here to have little to no impact at all? Why would any sensible person ever be alright with not being the best? Anyone that claims to be above championships and don't care about wins and losses are fucking liars. That's not what professional wrestling is all about. An individual should be able to dominate anyone that stands in front of their way, forging their own legacy and bearing a name that people wouldn't dare fuck with. 'Fighting the good fight' and having passion just won't cut it. You need to be above everyone else."
"You always have to be one step ahead."
"You have to be obsessed. And sure, some might argue that having this unfiltered obsession with winning and obtaining material possession that would be deemed unnecessary unhealthy. Some might even go as far as to say that obsession can kill... but you know what? It's a sweet death that I crave."
"And until I actually win a belt here in AWE, that craving will forever be unsatiated. However, I don't plan on going on without my fix for much longer. I've already suffered long enough, it's about time I actually do something about it."
- - -
Beyond the horizon, the sun illuminated like a shimmering haze of orange as it seeped further down, ready to transition into night. In the far distance, the silhouette of the skyline pierced through the warm glow like a jagged mountain ridge. Millions of lights caused the dense mass of skyscrapers to glitter. The view of New York City around this time was absolutely breath-taking, and it was one of the few things that Caroline O'Hara Burchill enjoyed about residing in the City that Never Sleeps as stood outside on the balcony, having a glass of Merlot on hand as she let out a sigh.
"I'm sure the three of you have had that feeling before," Burchill said as the camera fixated on her while taking a quick sip of the wine. She was still looking at the view, seemingly transfixed on something.
"After all, when it comes to being the best here in Alpha Wrestling Empire, failure is something that we don't ever want to face. It's a setback on our plans to rule and have ascendancy over our other contemporaries. We never came here to mundane simpletons wasting away at the bottom. We all want the crown and our own throne that will oversee the masses. It's why we're all here to begin with, and it's why the four of us have been able to make some kind of an impact here in the Paramount Division."
A serpentine-like grin slithered onto her face.
"That kind of drive has led us to this match. We're the best that the Paramount Division has to offer, and with the way that we're being viewed so highly, it was only going to be a matter of time before we squared off against one another. We're all here to become the next Paramount Champion, but of course, only one of us will walk out of Executive Action with the bragging rights and being next in line to the gold. Of course, it should come as no surprise to anyone that I've been wanting this to happen. Even though I came up short in the Alpha Cup, I think I've done a good enough job showing to everyone that I am worthy of being in the conversation of the best wrestlers this promotion has to offer. I mean, I said that I was going to bring my A-game and show why I'm a threat to everyone on the roster. Doubting me at this point in time would be foolish. I've done more than enough to show the true worth that I possess, but of course, there might still be a few people who won't get the memo. I just hope that the three of you don't go on and assume that this match will be in your favor."
Suddenly, Caroline looked into the camera, bearing a more grave look on her face as her voice lowered.
"Aaron. Hubert. Jessie," She said, having a sort of coldness behind her voice as she mentioned those names. "I can guarantee you that this match won't be easy for any of you. After all, I don't call myself the Killer Queen for nothing. I've proven time after time again that when it comes to situations like these, I don't hold anything back. The way I see, the three of you are preventing me from getting to the top of this promotion, and, well... I don't appreciate it. "
Caroline shrugged.
"It's nothing personal, but it just comes with the territory. Still, it's kind of sad to think that I have to destroy the three of you in order to become the number one contender. After all, all three of you have been doing well for yourselves lately. Otherwise, why else would this match be taking place? It's just unfortunate that in order for any of you to rise above and become the one to carry the AWE on your back, you have to get through me. Caroline O'Hara Burchill. Oh, and I know that none of my opponents that I've faced before would want to admit it, but deep down, they know that I'm not easy to put down. I'm one of the best fucking wrestlers in the entire world right now, and my skill set is all the proof that I need to back up that claim. Aaron, you can definitely attest to that, right?"
Burchill flashed a playful wink to the camera and giggled.
"Since, you know... I was the one that knocked you out of the tournament to begin with. Sure, you might cry fowl and whine on your soap box how unfair the loss might have been, but the fact still stands that Caroline O'Hara Burchill was the one to derail the Pace Express Hype Train. When everyone was latching onto you as being the likely candidate to win the tournament, I came through and I beat you like I said I would. I'm sure the loss still stings, and I can only imagine how ticked off you're going to be. However, Aaron, you just couldn't keep up with me. You can hype yourself up with fire in your eyes as you claim that you're going to get back at me for what I did, but honestly, it would all just be silly. Besides, I warned you what I was capable of. I don't need some chalk to ruin that pretty face of yours. I can just beat the shit out of you inside that ring and that can suffice."
"Of course, from one man with potential to another, I have to mention you, Hubert Smalls. Congrats on picking up that win. I'm sure you're feeling like this match is yours for the taking after that confidence booster. Third match in and here you are, being placed in a match with so much worth behind it. It must be an incredible feeling for you as one win can instantly make you the talk of the town. That possibility is amazing, but it can also be unlikely. I'm sure we've seen people in your position before who have garnered unexpected success, Hubert. However, I want you to be real with yourself here and think about this match. I want you to understand the kind of match you're getting involved in and how none of the matches that you've had here so far can prepare you for what's to come. You can be giddy and tell yourself that this is your time to shine, but when you're going up against the Immaculate One herself, it can be quite the daunting task to accomplish... and I honestly don't know if you're truly ready for this moment to happen so soon."
Caroline shook her head and took another quick sip before she continued.
"You're coming into this match like a lamb ready to get slaughtered. Besides, you were in a fatal-four-way before back at Massacre #5, and you lost that match. I don't think you would've improved from that significantly after one show. It's just unrealistic, but still, you'll just carry on and come into this match with everything that you've got, right? Fucking typical..."
She rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"And you know what else is typical? Jessie Roberts often coming close to etching a name for herself, yet more often than not she gets her ass kicked. You're often credited with being a tough striker, but so far, that hasn't done well for you as you have yet to actually win a match. Still, here you are in a match that is going to be unbridled with a lot of competition, but of course, how will Ms. Roberts actually fair here? You'll still claim that you're going to pull through and finally pull off the big one, but when you look at the facts, your chances here are slim to none. Your aspirations of winning at this point is something that is ludicrous, but hey. I shouldn't doubt you, right?"
Cocky smirk, as usual.
"I mercilessly cut down those who dare to try and get in between me and my goals. The three of you just so happen to be in my way, and when I want something, I take it. This is it for me. It's time for me to showcase that I have what it takes to be the best wrestler in this entire promotion, and soon enough, all of you will kneel before me."
And with the final thing being a haughty laughter, the scene faded to black
"Admittedly, the loss got to me. I wasn't really active on social media. I dismissed everyone around me as I needed time to just be alone and gather my thoughts when it came to the situation at hand. I expected the tournament to be the coveted golden opportunity that I needed to propel myself to be the biggest star that I've been longing to be since I came to the States three years ago. The posters, wealth, fame, glory and the unkempt notion of being vastly superior to those around me were things that I desired. I craved them. I talk about wanting those things so many times already, and I go on about how desperate I am to get the things that I want. So, when I lost in that match and got beaten by my own bitter rival of all people, I'm sure that you can imagine how bitter I became. "
"Yeah, I become a salty, bitter bitch whenever I lose. I'll admit that unabashedly. I'm a highly competitive person, and whenever I set out to get something, I am driven by whatever goal I decide to pursue after. Some might say I'm too obsessed, or might find my own strong displeasure with failure to be quite aloof. However, simply put, I just don't give a fuck. I'm not here to be mediocre or another basic bitch wrestlers that stands idly by while others bypass me. I'm not here to watch people get things before I do. I'm not that easily complacent, and honestly? I just don't have the patience. After all, what's the point in being in this sport if you came here to have little to no impact at all? Why would any sensible person ever be alright with not being the best? Anyone that claims to be above championships and don't care about wins and losses are fucking liars. That's not what professional wrestling is all about. An individual should be able to dominate anyone that stands in front of their way, forging their own legacy and bearing a name that people wouldn't dare fuck with. 'Fighting the good fight' and having passion just won't cut it. You need to be above everyone else."
"You always have to be one step ahead."
"You have to be obsessed. And sure, some might argue that having this unfiltered obsession with winning and obtaining material possession that would be deemed unnecessary unhealthy. Some might even go as far as to say that obsession can kill... but you know what? It's a sweet death that I crave."
"And until I actually win a belt here in AWE, that craving will forever be unsatiated. However, I don't plan on going on without my fix for much longer. I've already suffered long enough, it's about time I actually do something about it."
- - -
Beyond the horizon, the sun illuminated like a shimmering haze of orange as it seeped further down, ready to transition into night. In the far distance, the silhouette of the skyline pierced through the warm glow like a jagged mountain ridge. Millions of lights caused the dense mass of skyscrapers to glitter. The view of New York City around this time was absolutely breath-taking, and it was one of the few things that Caroline O'Hara Burchill enjoyed about residing in the City that Never Sleeps as stood outside on the balcony, having a glass of Merlot on hand as she let out a sigh.
"I'm sure the three of you have had that feeling before," Burchill said as the camera fixated on her while taking a quick sip of the wine. She was still looking at the view, seemingly transfixed on something.
"After all, when it comes to being the best here in Alpha Wrestling Empire, failure is something that we don't ever want to face. It's a setback on our plans to rule and have ascendancy over our other contemporaries. We never came here to mundane simpletons wasting away at the bottom. We all want the crown and our own throne that will oversee the masses. It's why we're all here to begin with, and it's why the four of us have been able to make some kind of an impact here in the Paramount Division."
A serpentine-like grin slithered onto her face.
"That kind of drive has led us to this match. We're the best that the Paramount Division has to offer, and with the way that we're being viewed so highly, it was only going to be a matter of time before we squared off against one another. We're all here to become the next Paramount Champion, but of course, only one of us will walk out of Executive Action with the bragging rights and being next in line to the gold. Of course, it should come as no surprise to anyone that I've been wanting this to happen. Even though I came up short in the Alpha Cup, I think I've done a good enough job showing to everyone that I am worthy of being in the conversation of the best wrestlers this promotion has to offer. I mean, I said that I was going to bring my A-game and show why I'm a threat to everyone on the roster. Doubting me at this point in time would be foolish. I've done more than enough to show the true worth that I possess, but of course, there might still be a few people who won't get the memo. I just hope that the three of you don't go on and assume that this match will be in your favor."
Suddenly, Caroline looked into the camera, bearing a more grave look on her face as her voice lowered.
"Aaron. Hubert. Jessie," She said, having a sort of coldness behind her voice as she mentioned those names. "I can guarantee you that this match won't be easy for any of you. After all, I don't call myself the Killer Queen for nothing. I've proven time after time again that when it comes to situations like these, I don't hold anything back. The way I see, the three of you are preventing me from getting to the top of this promotion, and, well... I don't appreciate it. "
Caroline shrugged.
"It's nothing personal, but it just comes with the territory. Still, it's kind of sad to think that I have to destroy the three of you in order to become the number one contender. After all, all three of you have been doing well for yourselves lately. Otherwise, why else would this match be taking place? It's just unfortunate that in order for any of you to rise above and become the one to carry the AWE on your back, you have to get through me. Caroline O'Hara Burchill. Oh, and I know that none of my opponents that I've faced before would want to admit it, but deep down, they know that I'm not easy to put down. I'm one of the best fucking wrestlers in the entire world right now, and my skill set is all the proof that I need to back up that claim. Aaron, you can definitely attest to that, right?"
Burchill flashed a playful wink to the camera and giggled.
"Since, you know... I was the one that knocked you out of the tournament to begin with. Sure, you might cry fowl and whine on your soap box how unfair the loss might have been, but the fact still stands that Caroline O'Hara Burchill was the one to derail the Pace Express Hype Train. When everyone was latching onto you as being the likely candidate to win the tournament, I came through and I beat you like I said I would. I'm sure the loss still stings, and I can only imagine how ticked off you're going to be. However, Aaron, you just couldn't keep up with me. You can hype yourself up with fire in your eyes as you claim that you're going to get back at me for what I did, but honestly, it would all just be silly. Besides, I warned you what I was capable of. I don't need some chalk to ruin that pretty face of yours. I can just beat the shit out of you inside that ring and that can suffice."
"Of course, from one man with potential to another, I have to mention you, Hubert Smalls. Congrats on picking up that win. I'm sure you're feeling like this match is yours for the taking after that confidence booster. Third match in and here you are, being placed in a match with so much worth behind it. It must be an incredible feeling for you as one win can instantly make you the talk of the town. That possibility is amazing, but it can also be unlikely. I'm sure we've seen people in your position before who have garnered unexpected success, Hubert. However, I want you to be real with yourself here and think about this match. I want you to understand the kind of match you're getting involved in and how none of the matches that you've had here so far can prepare you for what's to come. You can be giddy and tell yourself that this is your time to shine, but when you're going up against the Immaculate One herself, it can be quite the daunting task to accomplish... and I honestly don't know if you're truly ready for this moment to happen so soon."
Caroline shook her head and took another quick sip before she continued.
"You're coming into this match like a lamb ready to get slaughtered. Besides, you were in a fatal-four-way before back at Massacre #5, and you lost that match. I don't think you would've improved from that significantly after one show. It's just unrealistic, but still, you'll just carry on and come into this match with everything that you've got, right? Fucking typical..."
She rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"And you know what else is typical? Jessie Roberts often coming close to etching a name for herself, yet more often than not she gets her ass kicked. You're often credited with being a tough striker, but so far, that hasn't done well for you as you have yet to actually win a match. Still, here you are in a match that is going to be unbridled with a lot of competition, but of course, how will Ms. Roberts actually fair here? You'll still claim that you're going to pull through and finally pull off the big one, but when you look at the facts, your chances here are slim to none. Your aspirations of winning at this point is something that is ludicrous, but hey. I shouldn't doubt you, right?"
Cocky smirk, as usual.
"I mercilessly cut down those who dare to try and get in between me and my goals. The three of you just so happen to be in my way, and when I want something, I take it. This is it for me. It's time for me to showcase that I have what it takes to be the best wrestler in this entire promotion, and soon enough, all of you will kneel before me."
And with the final thing being a haughty laughter, the scene faded to black