Post by Cerise on Aug 2, 2021 21:15:19 GMT -5
Peering into her dressing room mirror stretching an elastic around one pink ponytail, tightening the second elastic around her blue ponytail. She always hated the harsh bright lights, reminding her of every imperfection, every scar obtained throughout her short 30 years. Sometimes she would stare, never truly understanding who she was, it was always just a character she was playing. It`s why she loved wrestling so much, she could portray someone, and hide the pain and darkness within. Something her and Khaos had in common, the pain from their childhood, the scars from battles won and lost. Joining the left hand was what she thought she wanted, but it turned out to be the biggest mistake for both her career and life. Finding someone that accepts you, despite your flaws is a gift solemnly given. A knock at the door jarred Cerise from her mirror.
"Come in" Cerise said softly
What looked to be a stage hand, walked in giving her the thumbs us.
"He`s here" the man said
She shook her head and nodded as the door closed behind him. She grabbed the gift bag that was laying on the dressing room table.
"I`m not ready for this" she mumbled as she headed out the door down the hallway. Gritting her teeth, she knew this would not be an easy conversation but had high hopes that her "gift"; would soften the reaction
Cerise takes a breath and knocks on the dressing room door.
As Cerise’s knuckles hit against the door, it slowly slides open on its own accord. Whether by fate or destiny, it was as if this moment in time was meant to be. She peered inside, the room shrouded in darkness. Her hands fumbled along the wall for a light switch, but even flicking that up and down did nothing to remedy the problem. Cerise looked up at the lights glaring above her, confirming her suspicions that this darkness within was not natural… just like the “man” she meant to see. For a moment, Cerise contemplated turning around and heading back to the safety of her room. Realizing that wasn’t truly an option, she took a deep breath and proceeded into the abyss.
The door creaked behind her, locking in place. It took a moment for Cerise’s eyes to adjust to the gloom but when they did, she could make out the outline of a man kneeling in the room, his back to her. She could’ve been quiet as a mouse, snuck in without making a single noise, and still he would’ve felt her presence. The darkness seemed to always swirl around him, protect him, guide him.
“I was wondering when we’d cross paths again,” Damien announced, not making any type of movement towards her. “Come to sacrifice me to your new God?”
"No, quite the contrary" Cerise said with almost a sense of sadness in her voice
"I wanted to talk to you, I think we have some unfinished business. May I sit down?" Cerise asked
Damien remained kneeling, keeping his back to her. She had tried to dethrone him twice of the World Heavyweight Championship, even had her Left Hand cohorts interfere on her behalf. And still, here he was… at the top of the mountain. Cerise had tried to burn him alive, but that had been her mistake. “Khaos” had been born in the fire; all she had done was just remind him of who he truly was.
“Must be something serious if you want to talk over fight,” Damien jawed, a warning look over his shoulder. “Having another existential crisis?”
Biting her lip at his clear shot at her, although well deserved she never took too kindly to people throwing shots at her. Knowing, she needed to put him into different state of mind she handed him the bag. Khaos looked confused.
"Did you forget how to open a gift?" she said sarcastically
Damien eyed it suspiciously, as if he expecting it to expel some sort of toxic gas, or to spontaneously combust. Once it didn’t do that, he cautiously turned his eyes back to Cerise.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” Damien asked, looking the bear over and then tossing it to the side. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t play with ‘stupid toys’ anymore.”
Damien closed the gap, approaching her, his eyes shining with malevolence.
“I finally embraced my true self,” Damien declared, his fingers wrapping into fists. “Isn’t that what you always wanted of me; to stop playing the fool? To stop trying to ‘entertain’ the fans? To stop trying to make friends? I guess this is the part where I’m supposed to ‘thank you’ for opening my eyes, right? For proving me wrong? For showing me that this world isn’t anything more than the truest and darkest of all evils. That if you want to survive, you need to embrace the darkness within; let it wrap around you, fuel you.”
Damien leaned in closer, inches from her face.
“I see the truth of it now, Cerise,” Damien kept her gaze. “That no matter how hard you try to hide it, there is no denying who you truly are. Better to stop fighting and simply give yourself to the dark.”
She stood up picking up the bear from the floor.
" This isn`t you Damien, this isn`t my former tag partner" Cerise said confused "You were the fun one, the one that cared about entertaining. When all i wanted was to win, to defeat my opponents. Like i`m going to do tonight, when i once again keep my suitcase for the "remembrance battle royal". My hunger for winning, for being the Queen of Revo, as I reign tonight...that was me, Damien....that was never you. I made a mistake betraying you, and I don`t apologize often, i`m not often wrong." she said snidely
"Damien, I thought the Left Hand would fulfill this void i had....but i was wrong..terribly wrong. I guess what i am saying, is I miss you. I even tried to embrace the silly bears for you." Offering to him once again the bear she had made in his honor
Damien looked at the bear again, flashes of “Twisty” burning in his mind. When he had come into Revo, he had done it under the pretense that this would be an escape – for both of them. This world had chewed them up, spit them out, and expected them to drown in the flood of tears that wept from its core. They had leaned on each other, supported each other; she had kept the darkness locked away. But without Cerise, it was free to rein terror on everything and anything. He was lost, spiraling, his world turned upside down – his venture into the “In-Between” had proven that. He was not the hero he pretended to be. Some “good guy doing evil things for the betterment of the world”. He was selfish, he killed because he liked it, because he was good at it. And he was good at wrestling; he had proven that by beating Cartier and repelling every challenger since then. Wrestling was just another skillset; another way to inflict violence upon others, to judge them by their sins. And Cerise was as guilty as the rest; was just as guilty as him. It made him question himself; made him wonder who he was to judge others.
“I don’t know,” Damien reluctantly took the bear in his hands. “I’m not sure who I am anymore.”
Damien had never really had a childhood; that had been taken away from him as well. He envied those that had the benefit of experiencing the innocence this world had to offer before the harsh reality sent you through the grinder, exposing all those truths hidden behind the veil.
“But you showed me who you are, Cerise,” Damien declared, his anger burning bright once more. “When you smashed me over the head, turned your back on me, you showed me why in this business – in this world – you can’t trust anyone. You made your choice; you aligned yourself with the Left Hand, because you thought it would be easier for you to establish your Legacy. You thought that they’d lift you up; instead… they dragged you down. We could’ve defeated them together. Instead, I did it myself. So now you see what I see; the words I spoke ring in your ears. The Left Hand is dead and you have nothing to show for it; no one to back you – no one to protect you. And so you come back to me, out of desperation, because you think I will allow myself to be drink the ‘nostalgia tea’, forgive you, embrace you, and the PsyKhotics will be reunited.”
He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t say he was intrigued by the idea, but that ship had sailed across the River Styx. There was no going back; not for him, not for them…
“I have been reborn, Cerise,” Damien lowered his head and closed his eyes, embracing the darkness. “Just as these past months have changed you, I – too – have evolved. I’m not the same man you remember. I’m the monster that lurks in the shadows, the one that will burn this world and all those that get in my way. If I were you, I’d get as far away from me as you can, lest you want to be caught in my wake of destruction.”
" I knew this was a mistake. I thought you could look past what happened." she snarled, a tear running down her cheek. She threw the bear on the floor and stormed out of his dressing room.
"Come in" Cerise said softly
What looked to be a stage hand, walked in giving her the thumbs us.
"He`s here" the man said
She shook her head and nodded as the door closed behind him. She grabbed the gift bag that was laying on the dressing room table.
"I`m not ready for this" she mumbled as she headed out the door down the hallway. Gritting her teeth, she knew this would not be an easy conversation but had high hopes that her "gift"; would soften the reaction
Cerise takes a breath and knocks on the dressing room door.
As Cerise’s knuckles hit against the door, it slowly slides open on its own accord. Whether by fate or destiny, it was as if this moment in time was meant to be. She peered inside, the room shrouded in darkness. Her hands fumbled along the wall for a light switch, but even flicking that up and down did nothing to remedy the problem. Cerise looked up at the lights glaring above her, confirming her suspicions that this darkness within was not natural… just like the “man” she meant to see. For a moment, Cerise contemplated turning around and heading back to the safety of her room. Realizing that wasn’t truly an option, she took a deep breath and proceeded into the abyss.
The door creaked behind her, locking in place. It took a moment for Cerise’s eyes to adjust to the gloom but when they did, she could make out the outline of a man kneeling in the room, his back to her. She could’ve been quiet as a mouse, snuck in without making a single noise, and still he would’ve felt her presence. The darkness seemed to always swirl around him, protect him, guide him.
“I was wondering when we’d cross paths again,” Damien announced, not making any type of movement towards her. “Come to sacrifice me to your new God?”
"No, quite the contrary" Cerise said with almost a sense of sadness in her voice
"I wanted to talk to you, I think we have some unfinished business. May I sit down?" Cerise asked
Damien remained kneeling, keeping his back to her. She had tried to dethrone him twice of the World Heavyweight Championship, even had her Left Hand cohorts interfere on her behalf. And still, here he was… at the top of the mountain. Cerise had tried to burn him alive, but that had been her mistake. “Khaos” had been born in the fire; all she had done was just remind him of who he truly was.
“Must be something serious if you want to talk over fight,” Damien jawed, a warning look over his shoulder. “Having another existential crisis?”
Biting her lip at his clear shot at her, although well deserved she never took too kindly to people throwing shots at her. Knowing, she needed to put him into different state of mind she handed him the bag. Khaos looked confused.
"Did you forget how to open a gift?" she said sarcastically
Damien eyed it suspiciously, as if he expecting it to expel some sort of toxic gas, or to spontaneously combust. Once it didn’t do that, he cautiously turned his eyes back to Cerise.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” Damien asked, looking the bear over and then tossing it to the side. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t play with ‘stupid toys’ anymore.”
Damien closed the gap, approaching her, his eyes shining with malevolence.
“I finally embraced my true self,” Damien declared, his fingers wrapping into fists. “Isn’t that what you always wanted of me; to stop playing the fool? To stop trying to ‘entertain’ the fans? To stop trying to make friends? I guess this is the part where I’m supposed to ‘thank you’ for opening my eyes, right? For proving me wrong? For showing me that this world isn’t anything more than the truest and darkest of all evils. That if you want to survive, you need to embrace the darkness within; let it wrap around you, fuel you.”
Damien leaned in closer, inches from her face.
“I see the truth of it now, Cerise,” Damien kept her gaze. “That no matter how hard you try to hide it, there is no denying who you truly are. Better to stop fighting and simply give yourself to the dark.”
She stood up picking up the bear from the floor.
" This isn`t you Damien, this isn`t my former tag partner" Cerise said confused "You were the fun one, the one that cared about entertaining. When all i wanted was to win, to defeat my opponents. Like i`m going to do tonight, when i once again keep my suitcase for the "remembrance battle royal". My hunger for winning, for being the Queen of Revo, as I reign tonight...that was me, Damien....that was never you. I made a mistake betraying you, and I don`t apologize often, i`m not often wrong." she said snidely
"Damien, I thought the Left Hand would fulfill this void i had....but i was wrong..terribly wrong. I guess what i am saying, is I miss you. I even tried to embrace the silly bears for you." Offering to him once again the bear she had made in his honor
Damien looked at the bear again, flashes of “Twisty” burning in his mind. When he had come into Revo, he had done it under the pretense that this would be an escape – for both of them. This world had chewed them up, spit them out, and expected them to drown in the flood of tears that wept from its core. They had leaned on each other, supported each other; she had kept the darkness locked away. But without Cerise, it was free to rein terror on everything and anything. He was lost, spiraling, his world turned upside down – his venture into the “In-Between” had proven that. He was not the hero he pretended to be. Some “good guy doing evil things for the betterment of the world”. He was selfish, he killed because he liked it, because he was good at it. And he was good at wrestling; he had proven that by beating Cartier and repelling every challenger since then. Wrestling was just another skillset; another way to inflict violence upon others, to judge them by their sins. And Cerise was as guilty as the rest; was just as guilty as him. It made him question himself; made him wonder who he was to judge others.
“I don’t know,” Damien reluctantly took the bear in his hands. “I’m not sure who I am anymore.”
Damien had never really had a childhood; that had been taken away from him as well. He envied those that had the benefit of experiencing the innocence this world had to offer before the harsh reality sent you through the grinder, exposing all those truths hidden behind the veil.
“But you showed me who you are, Cerise,” Damien declared, his anger burning bright once more. “When you smashed me over the head, turned your back on me, you showed me why in this business – in this world – you can’t trust anyone. You made your choice; you aligned yourself with the Left Hand, because you thought it would be easier for you to establish your Legacy. You thought that they’d lift you up; instead… they dragged you down. We could’ve defeated them together. Instead, I did it myself. So now you see what I see; the words I spoke ring in your ears. The Left Hand is dead and you have nothing to show for it; no one to back you – no one to protect you. And so you come back to me, out of desperation, because you think I will allow myself to be drink the ‘nostalgia tea’, forgive you, embrace you, and the PsyKhotics will be reunited.”
He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t say he was intrigued by the idea, but that ship had sailed across the River Styx. There was no going back; not for him, not for them…
“I have been reborn, Cerise,” Damien lowered his head and closed his eyes, embracing the darkness. “Just as these past months have changed you, I – too – have evolved. I’m not the same man you remember. I’m the monster that lurks in the shadows, the one that will burn this world and all those that get in my way. If I were you, I’d get as far away from me as you can, lest you want to be caught in my wake of destruction.”
" I knew this was a mistake. I thought you could look past what happened." she snarled, a tear running down her cheek. She threw the bear on the floor and stormed out of his dressing room.