Post by Amelia Hearts on Mar 8, 2021 22:03:11 GMT -5
Dear Harry,
That’s how we fuckin do it! I fucking told everyone I was going to turn my luck around and that’s exactly what I did. I took it to Dorian, Jonny, Damien, and that goddamn teddy bear and helped my team win WarGames for Ortiz.
We won the match, I jumped off the fuckin cage, and I got a few shots in on that fuckstick Dorian. All in all, it was a great fuckin night. And I topped it off with a night of… “fun” with the GF. I’ll spare you from the details, Har. We still gotta work together after all.
So… why do I still feel so empty?
Just kidding, I know exactly why. It’s cause I’m totally dead inside. But seriously, I got the biggest win of my career so far, looked like a goddamn insane star, and I’m still not fuckin satisfied. I’m not happy with looking good, I won’t be happy with being a champion, I’ll always be looking for more, and I’ll never stop fuckin working towards the goal I’ll never fuckin reach.
Not gonna lie. When I think about it for too long, it starts to sorta bum me out a bit. You and I both know I don’t need any more of that shit, so I put it out of my mind like every other bit of trauma I have.
And that brings me to this week! I draw the name of Chase Blackley, a new fucker from the army. Can’t say I’m too impressed, but that’s probably because nobody (and nothing) impresses me anymore. But this dude looks hard, but that’s sort of a given since, y’know, the army thing.
You wouldn’t like him. From what I know about you and what you’ve told me (yeah I imagine you talking to me. I’m a loner, don’t judge me). So don’t freak out on him and embarrass me, cool? Cool.
Again. Just kidding. I’m in a good mood! Sue me. I know, it’s weird for me too. But don’t worry, I’m sure it won’t last long.
But! With that said, I’d better get going. The plane’s landing and Nidia doesn’t like to wait so I gotta go. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we talk again soon, old buddy. I won’t leave you hanging for as long as I did the last few times. Cause I love ya, you filthy animal.
We’ll talk soon, Har. Thanks for listening.
Signed,
AH
That’s how we fuckin do it! I fucking told everyone I was going to turn my luck around and that’s exactly what I did. I took it to Dorian, Jonny, Damien, and that goddamn teddy bear and helped my team win WarGames for Ortiz.
We won the match, I jumped off the fuckin cage, and I got a few shots in on that fuckstick Dorian. All in all, it was a great fuckin night. And I topped it off with a night of… “fun” with the GF. I’ll spare you from the details, Har. We still gotta work together after all.
So… why do I still feel so empty?
Just kidding, I know exactly why. It’s cause I’m totally dead inside. But seriously, I got the biggest win of my career so far, looked like a goddamn insane star, and I’m still not fuckin satisfied. I’m not happy with looking good, I won’t be happy with being a champion, I’ll always be looking for more, and I’ll never stop fuckin working towards the goal I’ll never fuckin reach.
Not gonna lie. When I think about it for too long, it starts to sorta bum me out a bit. You and I both know I don’t need any more of that shit, so I put it out of my mind like every other bit of trauma I have.
And that brings me to this week! I draw the name of Chase Blackley, a new fucker from the army. Can’t say I’m too impressed, but that’s probably because nobody (and nothing) impresses me anymore. But this dude looks hard, but that’s sort of a given since, y’know, the army thing.
You wouldn’t like him. From what I know about you and what you’ve told me (yeah I imagine you talking to me. I’m a loner, don’t judge me). So don’t freak out on him and embarrass me, cool? Cool.
Again. Just kidding. I’m in a good mood! Sue me. I know, it’s weird for me too. But don’t worry, I’m sure it won’t last long.
But! With that said, I’d better get going. The plane’s landing and Nidia doesn’t like to wait so I gotta go. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we talk again soon, old buddy. I won’t leave you hanging for as long as I did the last few times. Cause I love ya, you filthy animal.
We’ll talk soon, Har. Thanks for listening.
Signed,
AH
The scene opens on Amelia Hearts, laying in bed next to her girlfriend, Nidia Steen, who is sleeping soundly. They are inside Steen’s house in Miami, celebrating Amy’s team’s victory at Allegiance. Hearts is dressed in grey sleep shorts and a Revolution One t-shirt that she cut up into a tank top. She walks over to the camera and grabs it before walking out of the room and into the big, brightly lit hallway. The morning sun shines into the window, making Heart’s blonde hair sparkle.
Imagine my reaction to being selected to compete for Team Cecilia at Allegiance in the WarGames match. I was hyped, I was ecstatic. I was so fuckin happy that I was going to get such a good chance to whoop the asses of some people who desperately needed it.
Now imagine my reaction when we came out with the win. Relief, vindication, the snapping of a losing streak I was on for way too fucking long. I proved myself to Ortiz, to Portia, to everyone looking down on me.
And finally… Imagine my reaction when I took a look at the card for this week. I mean, this is the big Revolution One draft episode! Surely a show of this much importance will be the one I finally get my hands on Dorian and that Horrorcore title, right? Or maybe some other big-money match to keep the momentum going?
Hearts' wistful smile drops a little bit. She becomes more serious.
Nope. Of course not. Instead, I’m playing gatekeeper against a guy who hasn’t even had a match here yet.
I get it, everyone has to start somewhere. I mean, I started out against the now-International champ. And I kicked her ass! So I hope bosslady isn’t thinking the same thing is going to happen here. The newcomer isn’t going to surprise the established name. I’m not going to be embarrassed by Chase Blackley. I’m going to keep doing my thing and beat his ass just like I beat Carter, Rhodes, and Stylez.
Don’t get me wrong, though. Don’t let my saltiness confuse you, Chase. I’m not taking you lightly. One thing you need to learn real fucking quick about me is that I don’t take anyone lightly. I’m going to bring the fight to you. I’m going to show you just how stacked the talent here in Revo One is. If you think you’re going to stand head and shoulders above the rest of us on day one, you got a rude awakening coming for you.
Now with that said, I also want you to know that I respect the fuck out of what you did outside the ring. Like I said last week, war, military, that’s not what I know. I have no clue what it’s like to be out there. So people like you, I respect the hell outta that.
But… I hope you know… you’re not the only one who’s had enough trauma to fuck up an army of therapists. See, I may not have gone to war, haven’t killed anyone, haven’t seen the fucked up things that seem so commonplace in that environment…
But I have seen death. I’ve seen my own mother as she slowly died in front of me. I found my own little sister’s body after our dad drove her over the fucking edge…
Amelia looks down and bites her lip in order to hold in the emotions she was feeling.
So let me just say you’re not the only one fucked up by the things you’ve seen. You’re not the only one going fucking insane by the memories that replay in your head and the mental issues that go along with it. Others have been in the same positions. They know exactly how you feel.
Hell, trust me on that one, my man. Because you and I are in the same boat in a lot of respects. Primarily because we both got into wrestling because of our trauma. Except… you’re trying to fight to settle your demons. I’m doing it to let them run free.
You gotta understand that at this point, there’s no point in running from it. All you can do is let the little fuckers get some exercise so they’ll leave you alone the rest of the time. You can’t honestly think getting your shit kicked in week in and week out will at all help your situation, right? I mean, I guess in a way it’ll solve the problem. But in the same vein as dropping a nuke in order to get rid of a couple of ants would technically do the trick.
What I’m trying to say is that, while it does solve your issue of trying to handle your demons, you’re managing to fuck literally everything else up in the process and doing way more harm than good. Get in that ring and kick the shit out of the poor fuck across from you. That’s all I’ve been doing, and I’ll be glad to show you just how well it’s been working out for me when I kick you apart inside of that ring.
Last week at Allegiance, Chase, I proved that I knew the meaning of the phrase ‘war is hell’. And after I went through that match and experienced what it was like, let me just say…
Amelia looks back up at the camera, a confidant yet clearly fake smile on her face.
War is hell. You aren’t.
Amelia stretches her tired limbs before placing her other hand onto the camera.
I’ll see you on Sin, Chase. Be sure to take notes on what I do to you.
Amelia blows a kiss to the camera before pressing the stop button on the camera, ending the video.