(Had permission to use John Austin)



Sick of It!

Have you ever just wanted to take a step back from what everyone wants you to be and just be you? Or have you wanted to escape reality and be someone else? Have you ever just sat back and daydreamed while reading that the characters in the book was people you knew or even yourself? Or while watching a movie, space out and picture yourself in it? Have you ever in your life just play acted or played pretend that you were someone else like a movie star or singer or your favorite sports star? Most people will say they have, but some will deneigh it.

What if you were the laughing stock of a place. Everyone hated you, everyone degraded you, no respect, no one but your mate you can call a friend. What would you do? Would you stay or would you go? Would you fight or would you run? Would you expect it... Or say you're sick if it? If you're sick if it... What do you do? We all get sick of being made fun of... Being mistreated or even used. Sick of so called friends saying they are there when they are not. Sick of being there for others when no one gives a shit about you? The world is full of liars that you will never be accepted with no matter how hard you try. Makes you wonder at times... Why bother to do your best when no one gives a damn.

The scene opens at Dusk, just as the sun was setting and John and Christine was down on the beach, wrapped in a blanket as they are setting by a fire. They had been cooking hotdogs over the flame and roasting marshmallows as they cuddled up together. John’s neck was red and almost raw from the collar she would put on him during their sessions. But she had been taking care of it by putting cream on his neck. But tonight was different, they were more like a normal couple cuddled together at the fire looming up at the stairs as they appeared.

She was happy, very happy sitting there with John and not being judged for who or what she was or what she did or does. She was sitting in his lap, head leaning against his rock hard and sexy chest. She leaned her head up looking at him as she smiled at him. They had only been together about 5 months but she had really fallen hard for the boy. She loved him very much and loved to show him how much she did. She also loved when she could take charge and really play with her big man and tease him. But tonight...they were spending time together in a totally different way.

She remembered doing this same thing with her ex but that situation is different, is messed up, is strange but still existent. She felt the weight on her shoulders as she tried to live a normal but at the same time abnormal life. Hell what is normal anymore? To her... Normal is totally screwed up, totally lost, totally messed up to the point you can't see anything else. Yeah, life wasn't the best... But she was trying to make the best out of it. She was surprised John was allowing all this. He didn't fight it... Didn't push for more. Let her be what the world had created... The monster within that wanted... Needed to control.

She thought about the last match... The fun she had getting to make Radio her bitch for a while. Stealing the one thing he wanted. Now she gets to do it again. Repeat of the session and repeat of the match only now one on one. Could he handle another go around with what people called the twisted bitch? The one no one thought deserved this or any match to be exact. She really didn't care, cause for that one moment... Nothing else mattered but her and John. And nothing was going to take away from this moment in time… well almost nothing. She still had this match she had to think about.

She sat up and turned to look at John a moment. She knew he had faith in her to pull out all the stops to win the match. He knew she wasn’t going to just lay down and let someone like Radio walk all over her. She didn’t care what Radio was doing at that moment but she did care what he would be doing in the ring when she went face to face again with him. She was sick of everyone and everything cause they all wanted her to fail because that is all everyone sees of her. She knew their thoughts. She heard the rumors and the whispering. She wasn’t stupid like they all thought she was. No, she was human, she had feelings and thoughts and emotions like everyone else that not many cared about. Here they were, just a few days before her 24th birthday and she had a match for a chance at the tag team gold which that too no one thinks she will win.

But of course… nothing was good enough and she was sick of hearing it. She was sick of people putting her down and sick of those that said they were friends, going behind her back and putting her down. She was sick of being used and sick of being the but of all the jokes. This time… she needed to prove it, back it up and let the world see she was sick of it. She is over it, bored to death and she had had enough regret. She was going to stand up and make a stand and make an example out of Radio. He wanted to spend his life with worthless bitches that do nothing but use him… that was his business… but for her, she was done with it.

Every single day she chased her own tail. Like the rat inside a maze who Gotta get away. She is running out of time for her to break this and she is tired of feeling like she is never gonna make it. She was tired of feeling that everything she did and said was being judged… but not in a good way. She was under a microscope and if she dared said one thing that one person didn’t like… then everyone would tell her about it and everyone would throw her to the wolves. No one is perfect, she knew that better than anyone else… but there is a fine line of expecting perfecting and letting a person live and have their own mind.

Free country to talk… and yet when you do… the world throws stones. Well that is where she was going to start to change that. She was daring the first person that had NEVER made a mistake, NEVER did anything wrong, NEVER said something they didn’t mean or lie about it or lie about someone. She dared whoever that perfect person was to throw the first stone. No one can make this better so take control, it's now or never! That is what she was going to do. She was going to take control and she was going to prove that she was not just some worthless jobber on the roster. She is a fighter and she is one of the dominate females on the roster. She is the fucking Twisted Angel and she was totally insane.

Anyone that would go around dragging their boyfriend around on a leash and beating the shit out of him had to be freakin crazy. But she wasn’t going to let this side end with her just controlling one of the most dominate men in XWF. No she was going to take it to the ring and she was going to do it again to Radio. She was going to show him… she wasn’t some pretty little bitch to take lightly and toy with. NO she was going to give it her all… her 100 percent. She was going to fight him with everything she had and if it came down to her in the end having to play with her little whips and chains… she would do it.

She looked up at John sitting there and softly smiled. He was so cute and she loved the way he took care of her and she loved how he let her take care of him. But right now… it was more a romantic evening instead of a session. She then stood up and looked up at her wondering what was going on. She walks to the other side of the fire and then looked back over at John. The fire cased shadows on her face and made her look a bit creepy but at the same time… he knew she had something on her mind and when his queen had something on her mind, she had to get it out. He watches her intensely as she looks down at the fire.

Christine: The flames of time grow higher and higher and devoirs the past as it moves slowly along. They say you can never go back and you must move forward but then again, who said the hands of fate ever listened to that shit. You see, you can’t hold down what you can’t catch and you can’t catch something or someone that don’t want to be caught. You can’t always control your destiny or fate but you sure as hell can try. My grandma always said if you're gonna dream… dream big. But as I have learned in life… dreams don’t always come true and the pure of heart is the ones that are crumbled up and thrown to the hounds of hell.

She slowly looks up as she cocks her head, and her mannerisms seemed to slowly change. She then closed her eyes and took a deep breathe before she fully changed from the innocent Christine Nash to the monster within… Twisted Angel.

Twisted Angel: Michael Radio… yes I know your name and know it well. I know who you are and I know that last week that I locked you up and I beat the shit out of you. So Michael, who is to say I won’t do it again. I will admit that I did have a wee bit of fun doing that. I had a wee bit of fun seeing you gagged, handcuffed and whipped. It was also fun to see the look on your face when I took that contract out of the hand of the ref. You were sweating, you were scared, you were pissed and you… you were mine and you were totally helpless. How did it feel? How did it feel to know that I can…

She snaps.

Twisted Angel: That quickly take your freedom from you? You see, I am not playing a freakin game. I am playing for keeps. I am here to take care of business and quite frankly, you are just the stepping stone that is standing in the way of what I am aiming for. So Mr. Michael Radio… Step into My Parlour….said the Spider to the Fly! You sir… you’re the fly that will be stepping into my parlour and I am the Spider that will devour the fly, very tasty thought if I do say so myself.

She looks down at John and gives him a wink as he looks up at her thru the fire. She takes a step closer.

Twisted Angel: Michael Radio, you know… if you play with fire, you are gonna get burned. That is, unless you're the Twisted Angel and knows how to use fire. I know how to play and not get burned. I know how to control and master it. I know how to get under your skin as well. Don’t believe me? Well then why don’t you think back to that tag match. Or just wait and see what I have in store for you this time. Just wait to see what I bring to the table and what I throw at you. I am not one to be toyed with. You can ask some of the people I have fought. No I haven’t won every match, but I have made a powerful statement in each and every one. Why don’t you ask Matthew Ward what it was like to have his nose busted. Why don’t you ask Zeke what it was like to have me take him to the limits. Why don’t you look back at our tag match and see what I did to you already and look at your chest at the lovely marks my whip left on your tender skin.

She smirks at that thought. The thought of seeing the man bigger than her at her mercy and nothing he could do about it. She then takes one more step closer to the fire.

Twisted Angel: So Michael… I guess it is just just a matter of time, then you and I will meet in that ring where the winner gets a title shot. I hope you are ready and I hope you bring your A game. Now if you'll excuse me.

She has a wicked smiles as all of the sudden she leaps into the fire and John jumps to his feet looking concerned. Just as he looked into the flames, he feels a hand on his back and he turns around to see Christine standing there without a scratch on her. She smiles.

Christine: Now where were we baby?

She gives him a passionate kiss as they return to the blanket and cuddle again, but the only difference was John had a little tighter grip on his queen as they relax in front of the fire.