The Mandie Project:Interview pt.1 / Death Round 1/ I am Back
Nov 6, 2016 6:05:43 GMT -6
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Post by Mandie Wheeler on Nov 6, 2016 6:05:43 GMT -6
OOC:Sorry no coding and good luck PerZag and Tiffany White. 
2086
\\Interview With A Wrestler Part 1//
The scene fades in on a cool August morning where the sun's first rays have just begun to pierce the darkness thus ending one day and beginning another. The birds chirp a bit as a light breeze passes by and causes the Oak Trees nearby to rustle. I white Victorian house can be seen about twenty yards in the distance. On the left of the house is a smaller house that seems somewhat dilapidated and looks like it's seen better days. On the porch of this house a figure can be seen sitting on a rocking chair. Slowly and eerily rocking. The breeze turns into a slightly heavier breeze as now. The Grey sky slowly turning blue as the sun rising even more by the minute.
My eyes are heavy as I sit here rocking in this chair with each rock there is a creepy creak but it soothes me as it assures me I am still alive after all these years. After experiencing death be it a dream the other day. I am lucky to still be here at least that's my perspective now.
My long Graying hair hangs to the back of me to the middle of my back. Hanging from my neck is a white gold chain with the diamond encrusted one inch initials AW hanging from it. Nestled in my still bountiful cleavage. After all these years I am still a bit perky. A black low cut dress hugs at my fragile broken body. That aches with every breathe I take; but that's the price you pay for being a wrestler for nearly two decades not to mention the MMA stints I did.
I breathe with a slight cough escaping me nearly knocking my dentures out of my mouth. I know this all sounds boring but I am waiting for some people to come by as my very first professional company United Championship Infinite wants to interview me. I dunno what I am gonna say as it's been years since I've done an interview''well more of a shoot as that's how I have always done my stuff. Guess we'll see what I do when they get here. I am gonna keep rocking till they get here. I need to keep moving or my knees may lock again. I hate when that happens.
~~~~Twenty Minutes Pass~~~~
I am still waiting but gotta admit I closed my eyes so they may have come and left. I know I should stay awake but lately my body has just been tired as hell and I am not sure I can keep going. Everyday is a struggle and I am fighting just to breathe; but you wouldn't understand that would you? Nope because you have always sat in the background and let life pass you by. You weren't out there grabbing life by the balls and fighting tooth and nail to make your dream come true; despite how much they tried to hold you back, break you, or test you? Yeah, that happened to me a lot through out my career but I made it to the big time and never did I falter. Wait I faltered once and just stayed out of the lime light for about two months but after that I kept going and it was my rookie year so I guess just chalk it up to being a scared rookie trying to deal with loss after loss. Anyways here they come.
A black van with the red letters UCI on the side of it with white trim upon them pulls up near the house. Two young guys get out of the van one being the driver and the other the passenger. Whom slides the side door open and pulls out a tri-pod and sets it in front of me. The driver approaches me. He is about six foot and about two something I'd say but in good shape. He has a clean cut look upon his head. A black polo-styled shirt wraps around his upper torso while a pair of khakis sheath his lower torso. I stay sitting; not by choice as my knees are locked now.
The other young man is busy setting up the camera, the light fixtures, and so on. I smile a bit as I see him and can't help but check him out. I know I am super old compared to him but hey a girl can still dream right?
The driver comes up to me and introduces himself. Extending his hand. I reach my hand out shake his soft strong hand.
“I am Dan Saint.”
I clear my throat.
“Ahem... I am Amanda Wheeler better known as Mandie Wheeler.”
“Nice to meet you Miss Wheeler. You are a living breathing legend and we are so glad we were able to get this interview.”
I smile and nod my head. I didn't hear half what he said but I learned to read lips long ago.
“Glad to be able to give this interview to you guys.”
The cameraman had finished up and even had brought a chair for the I am assuming interviewer? I dunno I am a bit off at times but that seemed to be what the driver was. He sat on the chair as the cameraman clipped a microphone onto my dress near my right upper shoulder. I loved feeling the touch of a man against my body. It had been years since my husband died and well my sons don't count that way. My dark brown eyes stare at the young man as he smiles back at me and for the first time in years I feel Mandie Wheeler creep out and it feels good.
“So you wanna ask questions huh? Well honey ask away.”
I say in a flirtation manor. He smiles and nods.
“Alright first of all thanks for your time and for allowing us here. I guess what everyone wants to know...screw this...Just say what's on your mind. We wanna know everything. This is your show.”
I smile and correct him.
“You mean my Project? OK, well first as you all can tell the Mandie Project isn't dead just yet. Yup after all these years my old ass is still alive and kicking. I gotta tell you the last few years have been hell but honestly I wouldn't have it any other way. After my last heart-attack I was bed ridden for a few months and just started moving around about two months ago; but you guys don't wanna know that. No you wanna know what I did after my career was over.”
I pause for a moment and just feel alive for the first time in years and I am trying to soak in the moment. This feels just like my very first match and I have butterflies in my stomach. I gain my composure and continue on.
“After fighting in the ring nearly twenty years I tried my hand at managing guys and girls and actually did pretty damn good till I was attacked one night after a show. I dunno if it was another wrestler that did it or a fan. I fought the best I could but I just couldn't...sorry my memory is a bit blurred at times....anyways, I woke-up in the hospital and decided I needed to stay away from the business.”
I began to cough uncontrollably and Dan showed concern but I waved him off.
“Are you OK Miss Wheeler? We can do this another time.”
I managed to slip a few words out.
“Give me a minute.”
2011
\\Death Wins This Round//
It was a typical morning for me as I got up and got dressed putting on the same old clothes I had and making the treck to Center View. I am actually thrilled being there now. I mean after all I am dating Roger and he is amazing. He makes me feel like I belong there even though deep down inside I know I don't. I am only here because I can power lift and wrestle like nobody's business. Still it felt good to be wanted. Roger was amazing to me. He really cared for me and for the first time in my life I was in love. I mean really in love.
Roger was having a huge game today and I was ready to be there for him at least that was the plan? School was a drag and the day seemed to be very slow. I guess it was slow to me due to the fact Mom was actually getting me my first car. It was used but it was gonna be mine. Sure I had to drive my sister around and help but hell I was getting a car and was excited. I could now do things I wanted and such.
The day dragged a bit too much for me but was finally over. I met up with Roger giving him a kiss and telling him I would see him at the game. I wish I had done more for him.
I left and went home almost forgetting to pick-up my little sister but didn't. Mom was home and there she was my very first car. A 1970 Mustang fast back. She was beaten up but she was all mine. I smiled at her and kissed her grabbing the keys from her. She sighed and didn't even say a word as I unlocked the door and slipped the key into the ignition as I closed the door and drove off. She knew I was heading to the game. As I drove I turned the radio on and about ten minutes into my drive I stopped as I heard over the radio that the Center View Bus with the football team was in an accident on I-127. I drove there as fast as I could but had to stop a few times due to me shaking so much. I finally made it there and got out of the car running towards the accident. I saw the bus was mangled pretty badly. As I reached the bus I was stopped by Ann
“Mandie you don't wanna see him...”
She said through teary eyes. I pushed her but was quickly grabbed by Brad the nose tackle.
“Mandie!! Don't!”
I pushed him and tried to pass through him but he easily topped me I just saw a stretcher and Roger was on it bloody and not moving. I screamed.
“NOOOO!!!!”
Brad held me tight enough to keep me away from the stretcher. I hit his back with my fists as tears streamed down my face. I was also kicking like a mad woman.
“No...he...”
Brad put me down and held me by my shoulders looking me in my tear filled eyes.
“Mandie...he's not gonna make it.”
That was putting it mildly as Roger was dead and I knew it. I felt a huge part of me die right then and there and just screamed.
“Argghhhhhh!!!!”
Present Day
\\I am Back!!//
The scene fades in on a cool November evening where the sky is now a cool black with stars scattered upon it. I smile as I sit on the moist grass looking up at those stars shinning down. My dark hair is in a high ponytail and around my neck is a white gold chain with a one inch diamond encrusted initials AW hanging from it. A black baby-tee hugs my upper torso like a second layer of skin showing off my bountiful chest and slender waist. A pair of black jeans hug my lower torso accenting my sexy curves. I lay back on the grass and just stay starring at the stars as I speak aloud fully aware my every word is being documented by the UCI camera crew that has been setting up light fixtures and so on for this exclusive shoot I am doing in an undisclosed place.
“I had left UCI or just stopped doing shows for them and it wasn't easy for me to just come back and step up. I had to prove myself and knew it. I had to show them I wanted in and what better way then a three-way dance. I mean I made them famous with my extreme style and trust me I will use that same style if need be this time around. I am facing PerZag and Tiffany White. Not opponents but really I was excepting better. Anyways, I better start talking or whatever before I just think myself to sleep.”
Sighing a bit. I smile as sit-up and undo my ponytail and then lay back down allowing my hair to pool around my head in the grass.
“You know I love staring at the stars as they twinkle showing us that they are alive and well, but really they are just dying. Just like me. I shine so bright yet each second I am dying. Don't make sense but it's reality and I am all about reality. I don't live in the past for the past is long gone and you can't do anything about it. All you can do is try and learn from it and just move on to forge your future and whom knows what lies ahead in my future? Perhaps I'll be at the top of the mountain one day or perhaps I'll never win another match in my entire career but like these stars I will always shine till the day I die.”
I pause as I have just rambled on about nothing or perhaps it's more then mere words? Placing my right hand on my stomach I continue on.
“I guess you guys wanna know why I left or just stopped wrestling for UCI huh? Well, truth be told I couldn't handle losing back to back matches and even in the tag match it felt like a one-on-on match and honestly I don't want to tag with anyone that can't carry their weight or that I don't know. I rather walk alone and handle my own shit. I am not being mean I am being real. Why? Because that's who I am. I am real and that's what gets under everyone's skin. I don't sugar coat how I feel about things and to be honest that tag match felt like a set-up to just get the now tag champions over. Yup, I said it and I stand by that. Anyways, what was was and never will be again. The past is burned and ashes in the wind. Now I am back to start a new era for myself and I don't care who likes me or not. I am not in UCI to please anyone but myself. Don't get me wrong I appreciate the support of the fans but I don't need you. All I need right now is to get my ass into that ring this coming Overload and do what I do best and that's make bitches tap out.”
I say this with a smile upon my face as I sit-up once again but this time pull my knees to my chest as I wrap my arms around them and stare into the nearby camera.
“Look PerZag you have all the tools to make it big here in UCI but what have you done for me to take you seriously? Have you even gotten a title shot yet? I haven't kept up with UCI much so correct me if I am wrong here. Son, you have been in UCI about a month less then I was and have done nothing to make me feel you are a threat. Me on the other-hand? I am a former Television Champion. I have had at least three title shots and I am just getting started honey. Believe me I will be back at the very top of UCI and when I am there don't strain your neck looking up at me.”
I say sarcastically.
“PerZag, I am not impressed with you one bit. You don't have what it takes to make it here and are just getting by with a bit of luck but the funny thing about luck is it runs out. Now, I don't believe in luck but I know you do hence why I said what I said. As for the reason I don't believe in luck is because luck is for losers like you and that bimbo Tiffany White. You both are gonna need all the luck in the world if you even wanna go toe-to-toe with me let alone beat me. Hell, the two of you combined can't beat me. Don't forget I am have the experience edge in triple threats in UCI and have won via submission which is harder then pin falls. Hell, I've made triple threats into extreme matches and I am ready to do that again this time around. I am ready to bring in some toys and show you and Tiffany what it's like to step into my world. I am the Queen of Triple Threats. I am the Queen of UCI. Oh, yeah I went there because I am the first true lady of UCI and you better believe that.”
I feel myself getting a little intense and it feels good to be back and ready for a fight but I know words don't mean anything if you can't deliver and PerZag can't deliver. Sure you got wins but what do they matter? What have you really done for me to take you seriously? Are you even a real wrestler? Last time you talked about how you won this title and that title in another company but last time I checked it don't matter what the hell you have done in other places. What matters is what you do here in UCI and you haven't done anything till you have held a title and that's something I have done.
I'll admit I was bitching a lot before but I had merit and was proving my point each time. It wasn't like I was just bitching to bitch. I made valid points but you missed that because you are a dumb fuck. You don't know your head from your ass and a wrist-lock from a waist-lock. You don't even have the confidence to beat anyone. You just accept what ever happens happens. Me I am not wired like that. I don't accept things very well and although I smile there is a demon hiding inside me. Don't let my bitchiness fool you. I am a wrestler through and through and I am not doing that now so bringing that up would be a moot point. I am not bitching about things because I am not gonna do that anymore. Nope, instead I am taking matters into my own hand and if I feel a referee screwed me over I am gonna break his neck and if I get suspended I'll just keep doing more damage to other people. This is a dog eats dog world and boy you better start putting on your big boy shorts because you don't seem to be cutting it here. Oh, it wasn't my night is what you say when you lose right? That means when I face you and make you tap then I was better then you but the next week it'll mean nothing right? Wrong boy it means a lot to upper management. See, they see who wins and who loses and how people react. If you accept failure then they now they can screw with you. Hence why you are still in the same spot. When they see you fight and claw and will not accept defeat no matter how you do it they know you are here to compete and reward you. I may not be politically correct in everything I do but I get my point across and prove myself in the process. You have no idea what I am truly about but son you will find out first hand why I am Mandie Wheeler and you're just another victim. I am not a good girl or a bad girl I am just that girl that's gonna make you tap like the bitch you are, but there's another to speak on and I will shortly.”
I pause as I un-wrap my arms from around my knees and stretch my legs out smiling at the camera in front of me. Trying to keep my composure as I am really pumped about this match now and really want the win more then anything in this world. I close my eyes as I try to refocus but when I do I see him and can't help but rub my face as I open my eyes again.
“Tiffany White what can I say about you? You call yourself the Queen of Diamonds and that's nice but I am the Queen of the World. I own this bitch and you better realize that real quick. I might be off a bit at times but honey this little rookie turns heads and owns it in that ring. You can come at me anyway you want but at the end of the day I will still be Queen of The World and you'll be nothing but a foot note in my career if that? Seriously you don't have what it takes to beat me. Do you have looks? Yep. Do you have style? Maybe depends whom you ask. Are you good enough to be in UCI? Yet to be determined. Right now though all that doesn't matter. Nope what matters is you aren't good enough to beat me. You aren't good enough to lace-up my boots on your best day and my worst day. You aren't good enough to wipe my ass. Yes, I went there because that's how much you suck.
No, not like you do on your knees but just in general. Yeah, sorry not sorry honey this is a rough business and you better have thick skin real quick. I am not a nice girl nor a bad girl I am just that girl that fucks up your plans. I am the monkey wrench in your plan to win this week. I am the one that's gonna beat you from pillar to post and back and then do it allover again because I can. Am I that damn good? Yes I am. I am even better in the ring then what you have seen and you'll find out first hand why I am Mandie Wheeler your wet dream nightmare come true and you're just Tiffany White. A no name bimbo that's gonna get her ass handed to her on a silver platter. I am the true measuring stick of what a woman in this business is supposed to be.”
I place my right hand on the grass palm down as I slightly twist my body as I begin to stand up. Once I am standing up I adjust my baby-tee and smirk at the camera in front of me now. I lick my full lips to moisten them A bit And then continue on.
“Tiffany White as much as I don't like you I have to respect you. No, don't get it twisted about that word. I have to respect you as a person but not as a wrestler. I respect everything that breathes even scummy bitches like you. Yes,it's true I do. I am a true humanitarian as I respect life. I know women like you should have been put down long ago and if I have my way in our match I will as they say split your wig and make you wish you were dead. Just remember when you are standing across from me at the beginning of the match and you get that sinking feeling; that's just the beginning of the end and that means you have accepted your fate. You have accepted the fact that I am just better then you will ever be and trust me honey I am better and why? Because I am Mandie motherfucken Wheeler. Oh, I might seem nice and even act sweet but believe me you I have claws that not only scratch but skin you alive. Just ask around. People know how great I am and they already know you and Presage are in for one long night and not the ones you're used to in back alleys. No, you are about to be schooled on what it takes to make it here in UCI.
I am not prefect but I am damn better then you'll ever be or PerZag for that matter. I am not the Queen of Diamonds. No, because Diamonds are beneath me. I out shine them and I out shine you and just like the stars in the sky I will be shining for eons while this will be the highlight of your pathetic career. I know I should be thrilled because if it weren't for scummy bitches like you who would I have to kick around when I am bored? This is not even a match it's a warm-up to the warm-up match I should be having. You honestly should be kissing my sexy well toned ass as your dark match ass is finally in the main event and honey I am well aware where we are slotted on the card but my matches are the main event. I am the only reason why are match will be watched and why UCI ratings will spike at that time. After our match the ratings will drop to shit. I am all that matters and in case you haven't noticed ratings have been shit since I haven't been around but of course you prolly didn't notice because any ratings in your pathetic matches is something for you to be proud of.
Yep, you're as happy as a dick in a pussy if you get a bit of a rub and honey you are getting the biggest rub you have ever gotten in your pathetic career and no not that kinda of rub. I wouldn't rub your skank ass with Kyle Kemp's micro-dick. Yeah, I am vulgar but it don't mean I am a bad girl and neither does it make me a good girl. It just makes me that girl that's gonna say whatever she wants. I got no filter but my talk isn't what gets me over. My looks help but it's what I do in the ring and what might that be you ask? I make bitches like you tap out. I break necks and cash checks. I outshine the shiniest of diamonds. Because I am....you guessed it Mandie Wheeler and you're not. I am the one that you wish you could be but know you will never ever be one iota of what I am. I am what a real woman should be. I am what a real woman should look like. I epitomize what a woman should be. Strong,intelligent, sexy as hell, and simply better then you. As far as I am concerned you can kiss my ass and that would be an honor. You Tiffany white are nothing but a rung on the ladder that is called my career.
I hope you realize you are really truly blessed to be facing me. I am gonna give you a wrestling lesson you won't soon forget and maybe I am young and my career just began a few months ago but already I am better then you have been your entire pathetic career. Really who is Tiffany White? Why does she fight? Why does she even bother breathing? Just to so you know to show you I am not a bad person I got you a gift.”
I walk over to my waiting Limo and open the trunk pulling out a black bag. I reach in and pull out a noose, a black case that I open and reveal several knives and razors. I show them to the camera.
“These are for you Tiffany. These are things you can use to do the world a favor and kill yourself. Oh,there are pills in there as well in case your bitch out with the other stuff. I know this may be crossing lines but this has to be done and said. No one else has the balls to tell you that you need to die already; but just like a cockroach I know you won't die. Just like PerZag you'll come up and say nice try and when you lose you'll say it wasn't your night or that you just didn't want it bad enough and that's true. You don't want this bad enough. You don't want this win more then me. You don't want to succeed more then I do. No, one in UCI wants this more then me. I want it so badly I can taste all the gold. What do you taste?”
I smile at the camera as I am talking shit but deep down inside I am nervous as fuck as I haven't stepped in a UCI ring in awhile. I am ready though for the task at hand and although I am more explicit as fuck I am still not a bad person I am just not gonna have a filter anymore.
“PerZag, Tiffany White all jokes aside. Wait can't put you two aside. Anyways, let's cut the bull shit and get real. We can all talk shit but it's not gonna matter. No, what matters is what we do in that ring and both of you better realize I am gonna make you tap like the bitches you are. I am being real here. I know I sound bad saying what I am saying but this is Mandie Wheeler. I am not your normal everyday woman. I am ...fuck it I don't need to explain shit to you two. Just know when we meet in the ring it's not just a match. No, it's not done in the spirit of competition either. Nope, this is life or death as you two are trying to steal money from me and I refuse to be a victim. You may not comprehend that analogy but it's a fact. The loser gets less money then the winner and I don't need that money but I am not letting either of you line your pockets more then me. Yeah, it's been real but it's time to get ready to kick both your asses. See, you both in a few.”
I blow a kiss to the camera as I put the stuff back in the bag and close the trunk as I get in the limo and the scene fades out.
\\Interview With A Wrestler Part 1//
The scene fades in on a cool August morning where the sun's first rays have just begun to pierce the darkness thus ending one day and beginning another. The birds chirp a bit as a light breeze passes by and causes the Oak Trees nearby to rustle. I white Victorian house can be seen about twenty yards in the distance. On the left of the house is a smaller house that seems somewhat dilapidated and looks like it's seen better days. On the porch of this house a figure can be seen sitting on a rocking chair. Slowly and eerily rocking. The breeze turns into a slightly heavier breeze as now. The Grey sky slowly turning blue as the sun rising even more by the minute.
My eyes are heavy as I sit here rocking in this chair with each rock there is a creepy creak but it soothes me as it assures me I am still alive after all these years. After experiencing death be it a dream the other day. I am lucky to still be here at least that's my perspective now.
My long Graying hair hangs to the back of me to the middle of my back. Hanging from my neck is a white gold chain with the diamond encrusted one inch initials AW hanging from it. Nestled in my still bountiful cleavage. After all these years I am still a bit perky. A black low cut dress hugs at my fragile broken body. That aches with every breathe I take; but that's the price you pay for being a wrestler for nearly two decades not to mention the MMA stints I did.
I breathe with a slight cough escaping me nearly knocking my dentures out of my mouth. I know this all sounds boring but I am waiting for some people to come by as my very first professional company United Championship Infinite wants to interview me. I dunno what I am gonna say as it's been years since I've done an interview''well more of a shoot as that's how I have always done my stuff. Guess we'll see what I do when they get here. I am gonna keep rocking till they get here. I need to keep moving or my knees may lock again. I hate when that happens.
~~~~Twenty Minutes Pass~~~~
I am still waiting but gotta admit I closed my eyes so they may have come and left. I know I should stay awake but lately my body has just been tired as hell and I am not sure I can keep going. Everyday is a struggle and I am fighting just to breathe; but you wouldn't understand that would you? Nope because you have always sat in the background and let life pass you by. You weren't out there grabbing life by the balls and fighting tooth and nail to make your dream come true; despite how much they tried to hold you back, break you, or test you? Yeah, that happened to me a lot through out my career but I made it to the big time and never did I falter. Wait I faltered once and just stayed out of the lime light for about two months but after that I kept going and it was my rookie year so I guess just chalk it up to being a scared rookie trying to deal with loss after loss. Anyways here they come.
A black van with the red letters UCI on the side of it with white trim upon them pulls up near the house. Two young guys get out of the van one being the driver and the other the passenger. Whom slides the side door open and pulls out a tri-pod and sets it in front of me. The driver approaches me. He is about six foot and about two something I'd say but in good shape. He has a clean cut look upon his head. A black polo-styled shirt wraps around his upper torso while a pair of khakis sheath his lower torso. I stay sitting; not by choice as my knees are locked now.
The other young man is busy setting up the camera, the light fixtures, and so on. I smile a bit as I see him and can't help but check him out. I know I am super old compared to him but hey a girl can still dream right?
The driver comes up to me and introduces himself. Extending his hand. I reach my hand out shake his soft strong hand.
“I am Dan Saint.”
I clear my throat.
“Ahem... I am Amanda Wheeler better known as Mandie Wheeler.”
“Nice to meet you Miss Wheeler. You are a living breathing legend and we are so glad we were able to get this interview.”
I smile and nod my head. I didn't hear half what he said but I learned to read lips long ago.
“Glad to be able to give this interview to you guys.”
The cameraman had finished up and even had brought a chair for the I am assuming interviewer? I dunno I am a bit off at times but that seemed to be what the driver was. He sat on the chair as the cameraman clipped a microphone onto my dress near my right upper shoulder. I loved feeling the touch of a man against my body. It had been years since my husband died and well my sons don't count that way. My dark brown eyes stare at the young man as he smiles back at me and for the first time in years I feel Mandie Wheeler creep out and it feels good.
“So you wanna ask questions huh? Well honey ask away.”
I say in a flirtation manor. He smiles and nods.
“Alright first of all thanks for your time and for allowing us here. I guess what everyone wants to know...screw this...Just say what's on your mind. We wanna know everything. This is your show.”
I smile and correct him.
“You mean my Project? OK, well first as you all can tell the Mandie Project isn't dead just yet. Yup after all these years my old ass is still alive and kicking. I gotta tell you the last few years have been hell but honestly I wouldn't have it any other way. After my last heart-attack I was bed ridden for a few months and just started moving around about two months ago; but you guys don't wanna know that. No you wanna know what I did after my career was over.”
I pause for a moment and just feel alive for the first time in years and I am trying to soak in the moment. This feels just like my very first match and I have butterflies in my stomach. I gain my composure and continue on.
“After fighting in the ring nearly twenty years I tried my hand at managing guys and girls and actually did pretty damn good till I was attacked one night after a show. I dunno if it was another wrestler that did it or a fan. I fought the best I could but I just couldn't...sorry my memory is a bit blurred at times....anyways, I woke-up in the hospital and decided I needed to stay away from the business.”
I began to cough uncontrollably and Dan showed concern but I waved him off.
“Are you OK Miss Wheeler? We can do this another time.”
I managed to slip a few words out.
“Give me a minute.”
2011
\\Death Wins This Round//
It was a typical morning for me as I got up and got dressed putting on the same old clothes I had and making the treck to Center View. I am actually thrilled being there now. I mean after all I am dating Roger and he is amazing. He makes me feel like I belong there even though deep down inside I know I don't. I am only here because I can power lift and wrestle like nobody's business. Still it felt good to be wanted. Roger was amazing to me. He really cared for me and for the first time in my life I was in love. I mean really in love.
Roger was having a huge game today and I was ready to be there for him at least that was the plan? School was a drag and the day seemed to be very slow. I guess it was slow to me due to the fact Mom was actually getting me my first car. It was used but it was gonna be mine. Sure I had to drive my sister around and help but hell I was getting a car and was excited. I could now do things I wanted and such.
The day dragged a bit too much for me but was finally over. I met up with Roger giving him a kiss and telling him I would see him at the game. I wish I had done more for him.
I left and went home almost forgetting to pick-up my little sister but didn't. Mom was home and there she was my very first car. A 1970 Mustang fast back. She was beaten up but she was all mine. I smiled at her and kissed her grabbing the keys from her. She sighed and didn't even say a word as I unlocked the door and slipped the key into the ignition as I closed the door and drove off. She knew I was heading to the game. As I drove I turned the radio on and about ten minutes into my drive I stopped as I heard over the radio that the Center View Bus with the football team was in an accident on I-127. I drove there as fast as I could but had to stop a few times due to me shaking so much. I finally made it there and got out of the car running towards the accident. I saw the bus was mangled pretty badly. As I reached the bus I was stopped by Ann
“Mandie you don't wanna see him...”
She said through teary eyes. I pushed her but was quickly grabbed by Brad the nose tackle.
“Mandie!! Don't!”
I pushed him and tried to pass through him but he easily topped me I just saw a stretcher and Roger was on it bloody and not moving. I screamed.
“NOOOO!!!!”
Brad held me tight enough to keep me away from the stretcher. I hit his back with my fists as tears streamed down my face. I was also kicking like a mad woman.
“No...he...”
Brad put me down and held me by my shoulders looking me in my tear filled eyes.
“Mandie...he's not gonna make it.”
That was putting it mildly as Roger was dead and I knew it. I felt a huge part of me die right then and there and just screamed.
“Argghhhhhh!!!!”
Present Day
\\I am Back!!//
The scene fades in on a cool November evening where the sky is now a cool black with stars scattered upon it. I smile as I sit on the moist grass looking up at those stars shinning down. My dark hair is in a high ponytail and around my neck is a white gold chain with a one inch diamond encrusted initials AW hanging from it. A black baby-tee hugs my upper torso like a second layer of skin showing off my bountiful chest and slender waist. A pair of black jeans hug my lower torso accenting my sexy curves. I lay back on the grass and just stay starring at the stars as I speak aloud fully aware my every word is being documented by the UCI camera crew that has been setting up light fixtures and so on for this exclusive shoot I am doing in an undisclosed place.
“I had left UCI or just stopped doing shows for them and it wasn't easy for me to just come back and step up. I had to prove myself and knew it. I had to show them I wanted in and what better way then a three-way dance. I mean I made them famous with my extreme style and trust me I will use that same style if need be this time around. I am facing PerZag and Tiffany White. Not opponents but really I was excepting better. Anyways, I better start talking or whatever before I just think myself to sleep.”
Sighing a bit. I smile as sit-up and undo my ponytail and then lay back down allowing my hair to pool around my head in the grass.
“You know I love staring at the stars as they twinkle showing us that they are alive and well, but really they are just dying. Just like me. I shine so bright yet each second I am dying. Don't make sense but it's reality and I am all about reality. I don't live in the past for the past is long gone and you can't do anything about it. All you can do is try and learn from it and just move on to forge your future and whom knows what lies ahead in my future? Perhaps I'll be at the top of the mountain one day or perhaps I'll never win another match in my entire career but like these stars I will always shine till the day I die.”
I pause as I have just rambled on about nothing or perhaps it's more then mere words? Placing my right hand on my stomach I continue on.
“I guess you guys wanna know why I left or just stopped wrestling for UCI huh? Well, truth be told I couldn't handle losing back to back matches and even in the tag match it felt like a one-on-on match and honestly I don't want to tag with anyone that can't carry their weight or that I don't know. I rather walk alone and handle my own shit. I am not being mean I am being real. Why? Because that's who I am. I am real and that's what gets under everyone's skin. I don't sugar coat how I feel about things and to be honest that tag match felt like a set-up to just get the now tag champions over. Yup, I said it and I stand by that. Anyways, what was was and never will be again. The past is burned and ashes in the wind. Now I am back to start a new era for myself and I don't care who likes me or not. I am not in UCI to please anyone but myself. Don't get me wrong I appreciate the support of the fans but I don't need you. All I need right now is to get my ass into that ring this coming Overload and do what I do best and that's make bitches tap out.”
I say this with a smile upon my face as I sit-up once again but this time pull my knees to my chest as I wrap my arms around them and stare into the nearby camera.
“Look PerZag you have all the tools to make it big here in UCI but what have you done for me to take you seriously? Have you even gotten a title shot yet? I haven't kept up with UCI much so correct me if I am wrong here. Son, you have been in UCI about a month less then I was and have done nothing to make me feel you are a threat. Me on the other-hand? I am a former Television Champion. I have had at least three title shots and I am just getting started honey. Believe me I will be back at the very top of UCI and when I am there don't strain your neck looking up at me.”
I say sarcastically.
“PerZag, I am not impressed with you one bit. You don't have what it takes to make it here and are just getting by with a bit of luck but the funny thing about luck is it runs out. Now, I don't believe in luck but I know you do hence why I said what I said. As for the reason I don't believe in luck is because luck is for losers like you and that bimbo Tiffany White. You both are gonna need all the luck in the world if you even wanna go toe-to-toe with me let alone beat me. Hell, the two of you combined can't beat me. Don't forget I am have the experience edge in triple threats in UCI and have won via submission which is harder then pin falls. Hell, I've made triple threats into extreme matches and I am ready to do that again this time around. I am ready to bring in some toys and show you and Tiffany what it's like to step into my world. I am the Queen of Triple Threats. I am the Queen of UCI. Oh, yeah I went there because I am the first true lady of UCI and you better believe that.”
I feel myself getting a little intense and it feels good to be back and ready for a fight but I know words don't mean anything if you can't deliver and PerZag can't deliver. Sure you got wins but what do they matter? What have you really done for me to take you seriously? Are you even a real wrestler? Last time you talked about how you won this title and that title in another company but last time I checked it don't matter what the hell you have done in other places. What matters is what you do here in UCI and you haven't done anything till you have held a title and that's something I have done.
I'll admit I was bitching a lot before but I had merit and was proving my point each time. It wasn't like I was just bitching to bitch. I made valid points but you missed that because you are a dumb fuck. You don't know your head from your ass and a wrist-lock from a waist-lock. You don't even have the confidence to beat anyone. You just accept what ever happens happens. Me I am not wired like that. I don't accept things very well and although I smile there is a demon hiding inside me. Don't let my bitchiness fool you. I am a wrestler through and through and I am not doing that now so bringing that up would be a moot point. I am not bitching about things because I am not gonna do that anymore. Nope, instead I am taking matters into my own hand and if I feel a referee screwed me over I am gonna break his neck and if I get suspended I'll just keep doing more damage to other people. This is a dog eats dog world and boy you better start putting on your big boy shorts because you don't seem to be cutting it here. Oh, it wasn't my night is what you say when you lose right? That means when I face you and make you tap then I was better then you but the next week it'll mean nothing right? Wrong boy it means a lot to upper management. See, they see who wins and who loses and how people react. If you accept failure then they now they can screw with you. Hence why you are still in the same spot. When they see you fight and claw and will not accept defeat no matter how you do it they know you are here to compete and reward you. I may not be politically correct in everything I do but I get my point across and prove myself in the process. You have no idea what I am truly about but son you will find out first hand why I am Mandie Wheeler and you're just another victim. I am not a good girl or a bad girl I am just that girl that's gonna make you tap like the bitch you are, but there's another to speak on and I will shortly.”
I pause as I un-wrap my arms from around my knees and stretch my legs out smiling at the camera in front of me. Trying to keep my composure as I am really pumped about this match now and really want the win more then anything in this world. I close my eyes as I try to refocus but when I do I see him and can't help but rub my face as I open my eyes again.
“Tiffany White what can I say about you? You call yourself the Queen of Diamonds and that's nice but I am the Queen of the World. I own this bitch and you better realize that real quick. I might be off a bit at times but honey this little rookie turns heads and owns it in that ring. You can come at me anyway you want but at the end of the day I will still be Queen of The World and you'll be nothing but a foot note in my career if that? Seriously you don't have what it takes to beat me. Do you have looks? Yep. Do you have style? Maybe depends whom you ask. Are you good enough to be in UCI? Yet to be determined. Right now though all that doesn't matter. Nope what matters is you aren't good enough to beat me. You aren't good enough to lace-up my boots on your best day and my worst day. You aren't good enough to wipe my ass. Yes, I went there because that's how much you suck.
No, not like you do on your knees but just in general. Yeah, sorry not sorry honey this is a rough business and you better have thick skin real quick. I am not a nice girl nor a bad girl I am just that girl that fucks up your plans. I am the monkey wrench in your plan to win this week. I am the one that's gonna beat you from pillar to post and back and then do it allover again because I can. Am I that damn good? Yes I am. I am even better in the ring then what you have seen and you'll find out first hand why I am Mandie Wheeler your wet dream nightmare come true and you're just Tiffany White. A no name bimbo that's gonna get her ass handed to her on a silver platter. I am the true measuring stick of what a woman in this business is supposed to be.”
I place my right hand on the grass palm down as I slightly twist my body as I begin to stand up. Once I am standing up I adjust my baby-tee and smirk at the camera in front of me now. I lick my full lips to moisten them A bit And then continue on.
“Tiffany White as much as I don't like you I have to respect you. No, don't get it twisted about that word. I have to respect you as a person but not as a wrestler. I respect everything that breathes even scummy bitches like you. Yes,it's true I do. I am a true humanitarian as I respect life. I know women like you should have been put down long ago and if I have my way in our match I will as they say split your wig and make you wish you were dead. Just remember when you are standing across from me at the beginning of the match and you get that sinking feeling; that's just the beginning of the end and that means you have accepted your fate. You have accepted the fact that I am just better then you will ever be and trust me honey I am better and why? Because I am Mandie motherfucken Wheeler. Oh, I might seem nice and even act sweet but believe me you I have claws that not only scratch but skin you alive. Just ask around. People know how great I am and they already know you and Presage are in for one long night and not the ones you're used to in back alleys. No, you are about to be schooled on what it takes to make it here in UCI.
I am not prefect but I am damn better then you'll ever be or PerZag for that matter. I am not the Queen of Diamonds. No, because Diamonds are beneath me. I out shine them and I out shine you and just like the stars in the sky I will be shining for eons while this will be the highlight of your pathetic career. I know I should be thrilled because if it weren't for scummy bitches like you who would I have to kick around when I am bored? This is not even a match it's a warm-up to the warm-up match I should be having. You honestly should be kissing my sexy well toned ass as your dark match ass is finally in the main event and honey I am well aware where we are slotted on the card but my matches are the main event. I am the only reason why are match will be watched and why UCI ratings will spike at that time. After our match the ratings will drop to shit. I am all that matters and in case you haven't noticed ratings have been shit since I haven't been around but of course you prolly didn't notice because any ratings in your pathetic matches is something for you to be proud of.
Yep, you're as happy as a dick in a pussy if you get a bit of a rub and honey you are getting the biggest rub you have ever gotten in your pathetic career and no not that kinda of rub. I wouldn't rub your skank ass with Kyle Kemp's micro-dick. Yeah, I am vulgar but it don't mean I am a bad girl and neither does it make me a good girl. It just makes me that girl that's gonna say whatever she wants. I got no filter but my talk isn't what gets me over. My looks help but it's what I do in the ring and what might that be you ask? I make bitches like you tap out. I break necks and cash checks. I outshine the shiniest of diamonds. Because I am....you guessed it Mandie Wheeler and you're not. I am the one that you wish you could be but know you will never ever be one iota of what I am. I am what a real woman should be. I am what a real woman should look like. I epitomize what a woman should be. Strong,intelligent, sexy as hell, and simply better then you. As far as I am concerned you can kiss my ass and that would be an honor. You Tiffany white are nothing but a rung on the ladder that is called my career.
I hope you realize you are really truly blessed to be facing me. I am gonna give you a wrestling lesson you won't soon forget and maybe I am young and my career just began a few months ago but already I am better then you have been your entire pathetic career. Really who is Tiffany White? Why does she fight? Why does she even bother breathing? Just to so you know to show you I am not a bad person I got you a gift.”
I walk over to my waiting Limo and open the trunk pulling out a black bag. I reach in and pull out a noose, a black case that I open and reveal several knives and razors. I show them to the camera.
“These are for you Tiffany. These are things you can use to do the world a favor and kill yourself. Oh,there are pills in there as well in case your bitch out with the other stuff. I know this may be crossing lines but this has to be done and said. No one else has the balls to tell you that you need to die already; but just like a cockroach I know you won't die. Just like PerZag you'll come up and say nice try and when you lose you'll say it wasn't your night or that you just didn't want it bad enough and that's true. You don't want this bad enough. You don't want this win more then me. You don't want to succeed more then I do. No, one in UCI wants this more then me. I want it so badly I can taste all the gold. What do you taste?”
I smile at the camera as I am talking shit but deep down inside I am nervous as fuck as I haven't stepped in a UCI ring in awhile. I am ready though for the task at hand and although I am more explicit as fuck I am still not a bad person I am just not gonna have a filter anymore.
“PerZag, Tiffany White all jokes aside. Wait can't put you two aside. Anyways, let's cut the bull shit and get real. We can all talk shit but it's not gonna matter. No, what matters is what we do in that ring and both of you better realize I am gonna make you tap like the bitches you are. I am being real here. I know I sound bad saying what I am saying but this is Mandie Wheeler. I am not your normal everyday woman. I am ...fuck it I don't need to explain shit to you two. Just know when we meet in the ring it's not just a match. No, it's not done in the spirit of competition either. Nope, this is life or death as you two are trying to steal money from me and I refuse to be a victim. You may not comprehend that analogy but it's a fact. The loser gets less money then the winner and I don't need that money but I am not letting either of you line your pockets more then me. Yeah, it's been real but it's time to get ready to kick both your asses. See, you both in a few.”
I blow a kiss to the camera as I put the stuff back in the bag and close the trunk as I get in the limo and the scene fades out.
