A setting sun and rising moon. The heat from my skin was starting to fade the moment I stepped from the door. The house had a detrimental effect it seemed from the moment stepped in, the memories, the hurt, all the blood and tears I shed here. They say when a new beginning starts you have to make an end to what used to be your life. I never did so, thus I find myself face to face with a house, a past, and a little girl I have never been able to let go. That little girl gave up her life day after day in this old house, she started to fade. I was that little girl.

The moon shown over my head and the cold air hit my skin with a inhospitable grasp of wind. I made my way back into a home that had holes in the roof and in the foundation itself. Making my way through, I could hardly believe this was the place I had once called home and were I once fought day in and out for survival. It wasn't much different back then, just a few throw rugs and some pictures of four people. The feeling over all then and now was melancholy to me.

I took a few foot steps to a room where claw marks were deep into oak wood frames. On the other side was small indentations with numbers next to them. I ran my hand down the wall and looked around. The grey wallpaper was starting to pill and show only dry wall. It looked like every other room in the house, dark and lonely. Grabbing onto the end of a bed frame, I walked to a small window and kneeled down pushing on the floor slightly. I can't help but wish this was only a dream and that this wasn't the place I was really at. I closed my eyes as the floor board shifted.

A sigh left my lips. My body froze. My breathing, still. Hidden in a little place under the floor broad was a doll, a needle, and a small pocket knife. i hit the floor with both knees and looked down at it. A doll from my mother, a needle from the feeling of that night when he came in before things got better, and Jasons pocket knife. I felt a warm tear pass my cheek and my eyes closed. I had to let her go and everything up to this point needed to die with that scared little girl. I can't hold on to the past, it was time to move on, move on from that night from Jason leaving me for all this to happen, to move on from everything else that lead up to now. I took a moment and puled the doll to me as my back hit the wall.

I'm ready....Ready to let you go.

The doll fell from my hand and landed on the floor. I stood and walked to the doorway. A story i never told, never would tell, and a story that would burn in hell like this house. I'm not scared anymore. I'm not fighting for my life anymore. I'm not that little girl anymore and its time I send her away along with this god forsaken place.

Moments passed and the flames were large. The heat on my skin felt better than the needles of air on my back. I could hear sirens in the back, someone must have saw the smoke in the middle of a few trees and expected the worst. I smiled with serenity.

Good-bye...






So it began, a double pin fall for myself in a house show and now I was back. Now the real fun was beginning with the first "big" match of mine. The Dimallisher, Rodney Tune, and my personal favorite Zak Misery. Three men, one woman, odds were stacked against me right? Seems that way but I always loved to fight the boys in the big sand box. Marshall and K-Tay were the easy part of my job but what happens when you put a girl with some major strength in the same sand box as a ex, what seemed to be a mentally challenged man, and a Divaholic? Crying baby boys with sand in their eyes.


It's cute how I get put into matches surrounded by men. First the house show now on Warfare, lucky little me.

The voice calls out from darken room. The camera quality is poorly registered until a light is turned on and I sit myself in front of it. Now it is more like one of those poorly shot horror documentarys.

Lucky little me but sad day for you three hunnys. Let's cut the crap and move right into it shall we? First a man I know so well myself, you could say we were super close, Zak Misery. The last I saw of you in a federation you were calling yourself Incubus. Looks like you settled your little ass down on a Spacemans dick and you just don't seem to want to get off your ass now. My My, and come to think I used to see you as a big bad boy who did and took what he wanted. It seems you have become subdued. Did my leaving really do that to you or did Micah just put your leash on a little to tight?

My stiffen smile was covered by the darkness after I let my head hang down for just a moment. I looked up with the same small smile on my face.

You just seem so depressed and dead now, not that you seemed to highly alive before but I assume you get the point. Actually, it seems like Micah got the big twin jean while you just got the multi-color rainbow jean, not to say that means too much I'm just saying it must suck to not be able to sit down right after a big night of fun, or at least I think thats how it used to be. I also assume you take it since I hope to goodness Novakins has probed you long enough to know that you aren't swinging with a very big package. I hope he gets more than I ever got, the saying big things come in small packages, well that doesn't very much apply to you does it Zak?

Withholding a giggles in I couldn't help the wink that left my eye only moment later.

As a I was saying before you held up the name Incubus in the ring, now you have the Zak Misery going on. What made you so depressed Zak? Did Nova probe to hard? Are you just very depressed due to your "special" little life style? I don't care very much about it I just want to know little details since you didn't want to catch up. Oh how I hope I was part of the reason you changed to Misery, if not, I will be the reason you hold onto that name. You see Zak, I'm not that great when it comes to exs but I think you know that, I also don't do great things to exs I end up facing in the ring. If you think you were the depressed little vamp boy before, wait till I get done with you in the ring. I might have to tell Nova I fucked up his little toy, that will be an interesting conversation.

With the cracking of my knuckles I smile and lean back against a white wall while pulling the camera up to my face.

"The Dimallisher" was that meant to be misspelled by the way? I knew 90% of the face population happened to be complete dumb-asses but most of them end up looking at least half smart or cute. You can't spell, you have no experience in the ring, you look as stupid as you spell, and you come about being unpredictable? You seem more like the kind with a temper that just snaps when you say the wrong thing. Yet what more can I expect from someone who likes Rock Star by Nickelback as a theme song. Sorry butt picker but you want to be a rock star but you will never ever be one and why? You are in the wrong line of profession.

I twiddle my thumbs a little with almost concern written on my face.

It's really very sad you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. Have you watched the house show? Did you see the match with me in it? If you did, you know I can take two men with fully developed brains, contrary to popular believe, and send them packing. Image the pain I can put a window licker like you through.

My finger drifted to my lip with a few taps and a thought.

I couldn't help but notice "The Demolishment" is a running big boot. I also enjoy to show people the bottom of my boot in matches so how about you hit me with your best shot so I can knock you on your ass ok? Oh and do us a favor and don't pull the female thing, I really hope none of you dick heads really think in this profession that chicks give a damn if you smack them around in the ring, in fact I think a few of them would really enjoy it.

Wink.

Same goes for you Rodney Tune. No saying because I'm a chick you don't want to hit me or cuss at me. I'm a big girl and I can take you all out with a hit so if you want to hit, I dare you to take your best shot. By the way whats with your name? Didn't want to go as stupid as looney tunes? You are a little looney, Tune, if you really plan on going into this match with me and a few other guys. You also resemble my brother, of course aside from the Face part of you and the wee little facial hair you were able to grow, you could could be chick crazyed twins.

With a little pop of the hubba bubba I have been chewing since the beginning of the promo I had another smile on my face.

I do have to give you the award of being the cutie in this match. To bad I don't think you have the nuts and wrench to help me with a little problem I've been having. What I do think you have is a death wish the second you walk in the ring. I don't play nice with boys and since I'm claiming this Sand Box as my own, you have no choice but to bow before me like the little biotch I'll make you.

I stand up with camera in my hand. Adjusting my top I look back up at the camera and tilt my head.

I'm the king of the sand box boys and soon to be the king of your worlds. Cute little me has to go up against three big strong boys like you guys and whatever will I do? I could always just kick some sand in your eyes and run away but I've never been big on running away after making little boys cry.

So, heres how this is going to go down. If you do end up making it to the ring you will get your ass beat by a chick. If you stay away from the ring it would be completely understandable. Enjoy your asses before I kick them and make them feel worse than Zaks after a long night with the Supernova.

Wink, cut throat sign, and then a quick cut to black.