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Diary Entry #1: ReBoot - Ophelia - 03-04-2016
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Dear World,
This is the first time I've done something like this... sharing my thoughts, my emotions, and everything else that goes on inside my head with the globe. I've always kept a Diary to my self, but after a conversation with someone in the XWF, I realized the world might benefit from my wisdom, and thus, here we are. I've had my best friend/"kid sister", Alice, design the layout and everything, so much deserved credit to her. You'll all begin to see her much more often soon, but first I must address my upcoming match, and more specifically, Trax.
T., first thing's first. I did indeed mention how I'd have my work cut out for me if I did face you in the ring. But allow me to clue you in on something; I'm a rookie. You are not. If I were a vet, facing you? I'd do the same thing Vince did, and lay you to waste without breaking a sweat. I'd take you, break every bone in your body, rip you apart, dismantle you, and leave you a broken mess of washed out dreams and scar tissue. But, since I'm just some wide-eyed, fresh meat, new kid on the block, I gotta give props where they're due. You know, to the has-beens that paved the way for people like me.
People that blaze that trail like Madison blazin' a blunt at a Ziggy Stardust concert.
But trust me Trax, this isn't my first song and dance. I may be new to this business essentially, but I've competed on the indie and international circuit for a little while now, and I've plied my trade, mastered the craft, and slowly begun to etch out a name for myself. New Japan, CMLL, FWA in Great Britain, Chikara here in America, and the list goes on. Sure, I don't have action figures and my face plastered on cereal boxes like you and many others here, Ophelia McVeigh may not be a household name... but it will be.
I've been in this biz since I was 17, and I know how hard it is to climb the ladder. When I said you were basically handed the riches in your possesion, the spot you claim and the privileges you keep, I meant here in XWF. You've been here five, count 'em, (5) months, and you've already held the biggest prize in the game. That's what I refer to as being hotshotted to the strap. Doesn't matter if you're a globe-trotting vet or not, where I come from, if you're new to a company, you start from the VERY bottom, and SLOWLY make your way to the top.
If it takes you a mere five months to grab the big gold belt, then that only goes to show how slim the World Title picture is and how few people truly deserve to hold those ten extra pounds. If you don't see the Truth, you must be blind.
Yes, you lived a rough life, yes, you scraped and clawed and bled to get where you are in life. But look at me for one moment, Trax. I STILL live in a ratty, roach-infested apartment with the only person I trust, the only person who's earned my love, my "kid sister", Alice. People like you, those that live within the Normalocracy, you see people like us and you're quick to label. You have a mind designed to tell you that the two of us are suicidal, wrist-cutting emo kids that listen to Linkin Park all day and are afraid to live. On the contrary, my friend.
Alice does nothing BUT enjoy life, living it to its absolute fullest and not taking a single, solitary second of it for granted. I hardly ever see her without a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. She illuminates any darkness that resides in my heart. And as for me? I don't cry. I don't weep. I don't sit in corners and cut for hours... I take the shit that's been dished out to me, take all the pain and anguish and tragedy in my life, and I flip the fucking switch. I use it to fuel me to come back ten times stronger, to fight, to win. I don't just cave in at the first sign of trouble or give up when things don't go my way. I don't fold up and give in. I persevere. Sure, things aren't how I'd like them to be right now.
But they will be.
By the way? I think you're lost on the meaning of my preeaching. I do claim to be a Savior, a God amongst men, but the reason for that is because I see things as others don't, things that others are fine with dismissing. I see the world for what it is. Cold, uncaring, and filled with people just like you who are blind to the Truth. You're surrounded by it, yet you dig yourself a hole of comfort and bury yourself in it like a turtle hiding beneath its shell. Don't listen to the whisperings in the wind, telling you what you don't want to hear. Close your ears, shut your eyes, believe it's all a dream. But eventually, you'll have to come face to face with the truth, and the truth is Trax? Even main eventers such as yourself eventually stumble and tumble to the ground. When there's nothing left to hold on to, no one to lend a hand and nothing to latch on to... you'll be left to stare into the eyes of truth, and find what you've shoved to the wayside;
You and I are both on the same journey. The only difference? Where your trail ends? Mine begins. And it only gets better from there. While you'll be left trying desperately to piece your career, your life, yourself back together? I'll be soaring like an eagle above the clouds, gold around my waist, and not a dead end in sight. That sign comes for you in the shadows, Trax. And I can guarantee you, you will meet it head on, and there will be no denying the fall. Empires aren't meant to last forever. And some last for a far shorter amount of time than others. Your end is nigh. I will be the bony hand on your shoulder, dragging you unmercifully into the catacombs.
Another thing, just a quick note; Promos do indeed matter. It's all about that mental edge heading into the show, when the lights are bright and the cameras are focused. If someone goes in with their head out of the game due to what their opponent's been saying, it changes the entire complexion of the match. And as you may have guessed by now, I am one for mind games. You're worried, Trax. I know it just as well as you, you're worried that Alexis might let you down as a partner, whether intentionally or not... you're worried that you might lose to two "losers" like MacBeth and myself... and of course, you're worried that this rookie will prove you wrong, drop you like a bad habit, and bring you to your knees.
Though, regarding that last one, it may be less of a fear, and more of a wet dream... but to borrow from Sweetie Petey, I digress.
There is one thing you certainly got wrong... your team isn't the only pairing that 'loves winning and hates losing'. If that's honestly the only common ground you can find, then I'd seriously reconsider your approach. Yes, Chris and I might not see eye to eye, so much so that we had a heated argument on Skype, but to tell the truth, we're both in this for one thing. To prove people like you wrong. I have Irish blood running through my veins, from both of my parents, fighting is as much a part of me as my intellect or my love for rock music. It's what I live for, it's my passion, it's what makes me tick. And if you're overlooking what I bring to the table?
Look again.
I TRIED to reach Alexis, but she played blind and deaf, and that will prove to be her mistake. She had the opportunity to forsake you, the man disregarding her, writing her off, and dismissing her potential, while I showed her the facts; She's a talent that shouldn't be saddled with babysitting some dissapointing, lackluster champion such as Trax. But here she is, brushing off my compliments and reffering to them as 'sucking up'. Fine. Those who do not heed the word of truth will find its sting stab them like a katana slashing through a pound of flesh. Alexis... Pray.
Yours truly, till next time--
O.M.
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Ophelia finishes typing his first blog entry, posts it, and stands up from his chair... only to be tackled lovingly by his 'kid sister'. Allice, the one person in Ophelia's life that he's grown close enough to to call family. She spears him onto their sofa, and kisses him softly on the forehead, before sitting beside him and resting her head in his lap.
Alice: Didja get that package I sent'cha?
Ophelia: What package?
Alice: The one I left on your desk, silly!! Go open it. ^_^
Ophelia stands up and walks toward the table, with a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He does find an unopened package sitting next to a big bowl holding all the candy and junk food the two had picked up from the corner store the other day. He lifts the package up from the table and shakes it a bit to see if he can tell what may be waiting inside. He glances over at Alice with a grin, before carefully opening the package... he finds a framed picture of his family, taken back when he was 17, a 12 year old Alice standing beside him, smiling from ear to ear, as the two of them and Ophelia's parents standing and smiling behind them in front of a rollercoaster at Wally World.
Ophelia: This.... this is...
He glances over at the girl he calls his little sis, who now shows a bit more of a serious demeneaor...
Ophelia: ... Thank you. Ever so much.
Alice: You're welcome, babe. Keep it somewhere safe, like beside your bed. When people like Trax bring you down, just take a look at it. Family, Opie. It's all we need.
Alice stands up, and saunters over to Ophelia, putting her arms around him, embracing him as a small tear trickles down from the corner of his eye... a tear he'd trained himself not to show to the outside world.
Ophelia: You're wonderful, Alice. Simply wonderful.
The two step back from eachother as Ophelia sets the picture down by his laptop... the camera zooms in on one of the most pivotal moments in Ophelia and Alice's life...
The moment their bond became insepperable. The camera fades out on the teen duo, as two hands can be seen in front of the still image, clasped together... 4Life.
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