Post by Mandie Wheeler on Sept 18, 2016 3:09:44 GMT -6
Year 2086
\\It was all a dream//
Slowly my eyes open as I wipe my sweaty face and sit up in my red oak Sleigh-styled bed with red crushed velvet spreads and pink sheets. That fall off of me and crumple at my lap. I sit there in a red teddy-styled nighty and shake my head as I try and grasp what the hell just happened to me? Was I dreaming or did I actually die? I push the covers off me and slide to the right my bare feet touching the cool white marbled floor as I get off the bed. I am not as young as I used to be but I can still go. I walk over to the oak dresser with the double heart-shaped mirrors and stare into one of the mirrors.
My face is slightly wrinkled and I have bags under my eyes as I didn't really take care of my body in my youth. My eyes stare at my reflection I have seen millions of times in my lifetime. This time however there is a difference. I see the fear of death in them. Yes, for the very first time in her life Mandie Wheeler is afraid of something. I mean who wouldn't be right? Death is permanent. Once you die there is no returning.
I lean forward placing my hands palms down on the dresser as I try and gather my composure. That dream or nightmare if you will; shook me up a lot. I can't believe I was dead. Me Amanda Wheeler? What made it worst is I saw my family after I died and couldn't do anything to help them. This is what scared me more I suppose?
I just stared at myself for what seemed like forever trying to figure out what I needed to do next. I raised my right hand and rubbed my face; as I sighed deeply Smacking my lips a bit I finally smile and move away from the dresser. I walk towards the exit of my room and grab my red robe. Slipping it on and tying it closed I walk down the red carpeted hallway with various mirrors hanging on either side. I reach the staircase and grasp the ivory banister as I walk down the spiraling case.
Once at the bottom I head towards the kitchen where Rosa has breakfast waiting for me. I sit down and begin to eat still thinking about that dream. Rosa is my maid incase you didn't catch that. She is more though to me now. As she has been with me for nearly two decades now and has never left my side. I motion for her to join me and she does albeit a little reluctant but nevertheless she does.
As we sit there she notices I am not eating much and for me not to have much of an appetite is unusual; but she would never question why I do what I do. As I am a bit quirky. Like I will take a piece of bread eat each edge one at a time and then crumble the bread into a ball and eat it dipping it into my coffee, tea, or whatever I may be drinking. I looked at Rosa and then quickly looked down. She noticed this but again never questioned me.
We continued breakfast for another forty-five minutes and my coffee was now stone cold and my breakfast was too. I hardly touched it as I was still deep in thought. I got up and walked into the living room.
I Needed a distraction so I grabbed my remote for everything and scrolled through it till it said T.V. and turned it on. I began to see one of my soaps hoping that would do the trick but that didn't help as coincidentally someone on the soap was having a similar issue. I started channel surfing but that didn't work so I decided to turn the T.V. off and try music. I was still a rocker at heart and was listening to some pretty heavy stuff. I closed my eyes and drifted away.
2011
\\Center View High//
Mandie had just started High School and had already made the wrestling and Power-lifting team. They actually recruited her because of how good she was in middle school. Mandie had was starting in a private school outside of East Los Angeles where she grew-up. It was near the Hollywood Hills. Mandie felt weird going to this school as she didn't know anyone but the wrestling team mainly as she practiced with them during the Summer.
All her friends were in Garfield High and she was in some school she didn't even know. It bothered her being here as she didn't feel she belonged. She didn't have anything in common with any of this rich kids. They all had cars and brand name clothes. Still she was willing to give it a shot because her mother wanted her too. Even though she still excepted her to help her sister and around the house. Mandie hated that and that was one main reason she didn't mind going to this school as it took a bit to get to and home. Center View Hill was not just for rich kids but gifted ones as well as athletic ones like her.
Her first day at Center View was the hardest day of her life. She got lost twice and was late to both classes. Which meant all eyes were on her when she entered the room and it was embarrassing but not too bad. Lunch was the worst as she had brought a sack lunch and it was a sandwich; while everyone went out to eat. Mandie was about to eat when Roger a big football player approached her.
“You seriously aren't gonna eat that; are you?”
I meekly nodded yes. He shook his head and grabbed it from me throwing it in the trash. I just sat there like an idiot and did nothing. Roger looked over his shoulder at me. I was a medium girl and well developed as I had developed early. Roger was kinda a big guy with dark brown hair. My dark hair was in a high ponytail and to the back. He smiled at me and motioned me to get up but I was frozen. That didn't last long as Roger grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up.
“You're Mandie right? You're on the wrestling team? I am Roger and I am the quarterback here in Center View.”
I just smiled and nodded yes. He smiled back.
“First day here right? Don't worry this place is overrated and you'll get used to it.”
I gulped a bit as my throat was dry. In my opinion Roger was dreamy and I felt like the ugly duckling. I wasn't but I felt that way about myself a lot. Roger started walking holding my hand and I just followed him. We went to the student parking lot and there I saw his red Ferrari.
“Get in I know a cool pizza place.”
I got in and we went to lunch.
We wen a pizza place about two miles away and when we got there I saw the rest of the football team and some of the wrestling team. I sat down near Roger and just looked at everyone with a stupid smile. As I didn't know what else to do. Roger just shook his head a bit and then slightly squeezed me as he out his arm around me.
”You need to relax Mandie.”
I finally got the nerve to speak up.
”I am relaxed just a little nervous. You know not knowing anyone really?”
Roger laughed slightly.
”Well you know me Mandie and that's all that matters.”
Everyone nodded in agreement. I just sat there smiling and finally some confidence was instilled in me. I knew from that day forward I was gonna enjoy my time in Center View. It was gonna be my school and no one was gonna take it from me. Atleast that was the plan.
Present Day
\\Aftermath//
Minutes after her triple threat match Mandie is seen stumbling backstage as EMTs try and help her but she pushes them away;blood drips off her chin hitting the concrete floor over and over as she stands there and it begins creating a pool. Breathing slightly heavy she looks around through blurred vision as blood runs over her eyes. EMTs still try and help her but she pushes them away. Wiping the blood from her eyes with her right blood covered hand. Mandie through everything sees a cameraman and points at him yelling.
“YO MONKEY!! COME HERE!”
The cameraman hesitates due to Mandie's new attitude but obliges her.
“Yes, Miss Wheeler.”
He says in a gruffy kinda voice. Mandie grabs a white towel from one of the EMTs and wipes her face. Staring at him coldly. She smiles and then grabs him by the shirt pulling him close to her face. Gritting her teeth.
“Don't you ever address me you got that?!”
The cameraman just nods as Mandie slightly pushes him away. Pointing at him and the camera.
“Start rolling.”
The cameraman hoists the camera onto his right shoulder and begins to press buttons and adjust the lens so he has a clear and perfect view of Mandie. He holds up three fingers as he starts the three...two...one... and the points to Mandie as he begins to record her. Mandie rolls her eyes and wipes her face again.
“I know when to speak monkey. Sheesh some people are stupid; but that's neither here nor there what Is here and there is the fact I called my match. I knew upper management was trying to hand Kyle Kemp a title and they did exactly like I thought they would. They paid the damn referee to give him the Television Title he didn't earn but that's fine by me. Keep trying to hold me down and see what happens?”
Mandie wipes her forehead as she rubs her lips together and her breathing starts to slow down. Blood drips profusely from her chin and now a small pool has formed on the floor.
“See, despite upper management trying to hold me down there is someone up there that actually likes me. Why do I say this? Because I got word that next Overload yours truly is gonna be the main event so thanks Kyle and Ryan. Thanks for helping me move out of the second rate mid-card division where the two of you belong. Oh, and congrats Kyle you now are holding a trinket. A title that is worthless and means shit. Because a title is only as good as the person holding it and you aren't shit. You are a piece of scum and you'll get what you deserve in due time.
Oh enjoy your little trinket because that's the only thing that you'll ever get here in UCI. While you face scum like Ryan and Lara Chang I'll be facing the upper echelon of UCI where I belong. I'll be headlining and in due time I'll have every single title that this company has. As I will be the first woman to create history in this company by becoming the first ever Grandslam Champion woman while you fight over that trinket.”
Mandie leans down placing her hands upon her knees as she feels a little weak due to so much blood loss. Her vision becomes blurred and she shakes her head a bit but soon collapses as she passes out.
A few minutes later.
\\Shattered//
Scene fades on Mandie sitting in her private dressing room stitching herself up; as she looks in the mirror. Her face has some dried up blood on it. She puts the last stitch in and then stares into the mirror.
“They think they can hold me back and then throw me a damn bone? The mainevent in a tag match with someone I have never even tagged with against a tagt team that has been together a bit? Really? Talk about trying to set someone up for failure? Hat's the way they wanna play it then I can play it that way too. I can fuck up their plans and go out there and do what needs to be done and if that means carrying my team then so-be-it. I am not much of a team player but for one night I'll show the world why Mandie Wheeler is the mainevent and Kyle Cameron should be lucky to team with me as now people will know him. They will see him after our match and say; “There's Mandie Wheeler's one time tag partner.” I'll make him famous and he don't even know it yet.”
Mandie kept staring in the mirror believing every single word that just spewed out of her mouth. Even though deep down inside she was a nervous wreck and struggling to keep her rage under control. Mandie wasn't used to losing and losing twice in a row has made her a bit unstable and she is on the brink of losing herself. Tonight was a bit of therapy for her. She got to release some of her pent up aggression but at the sametime it added more fuel to the fire with the loss coming on her shoulders being pinned. She thought about the match and how she changed what the match was supposed to be. She made good use of the rules but at the end of the day she lost and it ate away at her.
Staring at the mirror a bit longer Mandie was at a point where she just snapped and threw a fist at the mirror shattering it into a million pieces and in the process cutting her knuckles. Mandie just stared at the shattered mirror and the image see saw was exactly how she viewed herself. Shattered and in a million pieces.
\\Just Another Battle//
Scene fades in with nothing but snow fuzz seen as the pictures film flickers and the number 1 is seen then 2 finally 3 and the picture is that of a fireplace with a woman wearing a red full sleeveless dress standing by it with her right arm on the mantel as she cradles a glass of red wine in her left hand. The stem rests between her index and middle finger. She has a bandage across her forehead and one on her chin. Her long dark hair cascades down midway of her back. Around her neck is a gold chain with a gold locket heart resting nicely in her cleavage area. Pink eye-shadow lightly dust her eyelids as black eyeliner outlines them to allow her big beautiful brown eyes to pop a bit more. Her full luscious lips have a thin sheen of red ruby lipstick.
The dress conforms to her ever curve really accenting her her slender sexy waist and well endowed chest. A gold ring rest on her right ring finger with the initials “MW” in encrusted diamonds. Her long nails are painted a shimmery red sparkle. Around her slender sexy waist is a pink belt with the initials “MW” in the middle in gold. A pair of red normal heels sheath her sexy feet; as she stands there staring at the UCI camera crew setting up the rest of the cameras, light fixtures and light reflectors. A boom mic is hung overhead to catch her every word.
Mandie stands there patiently waiting as she is trying her best to have self control. Something she doesn't have much of these days. Perhaps it's her inexperience or perhaps it's just her desire to be the best or could it be a little of both? Either way Mandie is struggling in side to keep her composure.
The crew is setting the light fixtures just right as to have the lighting perfect and making sure there are no shadows to ruin the shot they want. Mandie takes a sip of her wine leaving behind a red imprint of her lips upon the rim. One crew member gets a little to close to Mandie and she throws her wine glass at him causing the wine to spill on his face and the glass to crash down upon the floor and shatter. Mandie then kicks the crew member in the nuts and as he doubles over she grabs his head and slips her legs around his waist locking in the Mandie Lock as she really cranks on his neck causing him to pass out in mere seconds. The rest of the crew tries to break the hold but Mandie keeps it locked starring into a nearby camera.
“This is what happens when you touch me. This is what happens when you screw with me. This is what happens when cross that line. Jack and Andre you two might be on top of the world but what happens when someone like me collides with your perfect little world and makes you realize you just might not be the team you think you are? Right? You think you got this one in the bag but you don't. I might not like my partner and trust me we aren't friends but for one night only I am willing to carry our team and show you two exactly why I am Mandie Wheeler and better then you two will ever be. Go ahead talk about me losing and all that crap because honestly it means nothing to me and anyone thinking that makes you great is an idiot. I honestly don't want this match for one reason.”
Mandie lets the crew member go as she gets up and adjusts her dress. Cracking her neck as she smirks at the camera in front of her.
“Because I already know the out come upper management wants. Thing is they can pay every single referee they want but at the end of the day they are just proving my point. Many men and women have claimed upper management was out to screw with them and they were wrong. Me, I have been proving I am right. What happened in the Television Title match? I said they were gonna make sure that piece of shit was gonna win and he did. It proved that Ryan Jones beating me was a fluke and the referee was paid. Yeah, so I can already see the outcome of this match.”
Mandie takes a deep breath as she needs to try and focus herself to try and win this one even though she truly believes she won't but she has to win. Not because she needs the win but to rub it in upper management's face.
“Thing is no matter what the outcome is supposed to be I am gonna change it. I am gonna do whatever it takes to ensure I walk away with the win. So listen and listen real good the both of you two. I will pull the tights, I will gouge your eyes, I will deliver a low blow, are you getting what I am about now? Are you finally realizing that Mandie Wheeler is not one to fuck with. Are you getting that I am not gonna let anyone step on me and try and use me to pad their stats. No, you two aren't as good as you think you are. Because truth be told if you especially Jack were good why do you need a tag partner? Why can't you face anyone one-on-one huh? Don' t answer this I already know the answer.”
Mandie rubs her nose with her left hand slightly pinching it with her index finger and thumb. Half smiling she continues on.
“You can't win on your own. You can't get a title on your own like I can. You can't even wipe your own ass on your own. You need Andre for that right? You ladies might not seem like the perfect couple but you are and not because you have beaten hand picked opponents. No, because you need eachother to be relevant. Yes, together you are relevant but alone you are just background shadows that nobody cares about. You two need this win more then you realize but you won't get it. Not if I have my way and make damn sure you lose.”
Mandie has a different confidence then she has had in the past. She walks around the room with another camera catching a profile shot of her as she reaches behind the red leather sofa and pulls out a steel chair. Holding it close with a sick smile across her face.
“This is what I'll use not because I can't get the job done on my own because girls we've seen what I can do on my own. I a get the job done. I get it done when it matter. Well, I did till I started getting to big for UCI management; but anyways. I am bringing this into play. I am gonna make damn sure you two know after our match that you faced Mandie Wheeler. I am not a good girl. I am not a bad girl. I am just that girl that's gonna fuck your world up. I am your wet dream nightmare come true whether you play for the same team or not. You will never ever face a real woman like me in your pathetic lifetimes.”
Mandie grips the chair tightly with both hands until her knuckles are white. Her bandages now are slightly bleeding as they need to be changed out. Mandie continues on.
“You two have no real idea whom the hell you are facing. You might now Kyle Cameron but you don't know Mandie Wheeler. You girls see these bandages? They cover the wounds of war and those they will create scars. Scars that will remind me why I am still doing this. Why I am still lacing my boots up even though the deck is being stacked against me. I am the woman you two girls will never ever forget. I will be forever etched in your minds as I scar it. I will be the face you see when you close your eyes. I will be the face you see when you wake-up. I will be the one you see each and every waking second of your pathetic lives. Why you ask? Because I will be the one that beats you. I will be the one that haunts you for the rest of your pathetic UCI careers and you will always have to ask yourselves that one burning question. “why aren't we better then Mandie Wheeler? The answer will always be etched in your minds as you see my face every single day of your lives till you die. Don't feel bad girls many have tried to hold me down and even thought they could beat me but they fell at my hand eventually. They fell to their knees when I faced them and you two ladies will be no different. You two better comprehend this isn't my fault. This isn't just a match. No, it's just a small battle in the war. A war you two just so happen to be innocent casualties of. So enjoy your your tag title shot because sooner or later you will have to face facts that you two ladies just aren't in the same league as Mandie Wheeler.”
Mandie smiles at the camera and then throws the chair at it; causing the picture to go fuzzy for a second and then when it comes back all that is seen through a cracked lens is Mandie's red heels.
