The Mandie Project:Interview Pt.2/Funeral Pt1/I want a fight
Nov 13, 2016 5:09:36 GMT -6
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Post by Mandie Wheeler on Nov 13, 2016 5:09:36 GMT -6
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\\Interview With A Wrestler Part 2//
Dan gave me the minute I needed. I sighed and pushed my graying hair back and gingerly smiled as I continued to rock and then nodded indicating I was ready to continue on. The reality is I had a lot to say but my memory was a bit blurred and I was trying very hard to say things in order but due to me not really having a filter ever things might just be out of order and I am just gonna blurt out what I recall.
“After the attack I rehabbed as much as I could and thought about a comeback. Yup yours truly was thinking of lacing up the boots one more time. I started training but lord knows I could just do so much due to me being forty-seven or so at the time. I was still mending a torn Achilles and some bruised ribs. The Achilles injury was from a while back as I had stopped wrestling at forty-three and my body took longer to recuperate. Anyways, I was ready to comeback despite what doctors told me. I wasn't one of those wrestlers that didn't know when to quit. No, I am just the type of person that will never stop till my dying breathe. I honestly want to step in a wrestling ring one more time. I'd love to compete but just to feel the crowd's energy and the spotlight one more time would be amazing.”
I said this and my eyes gleamed like they did back in the day. I was getting that same old feeling again. My heart-rate was higher then it had ever been in a long time and I was smiling a huge smile and rubbing my hands like I did hen I was ready for a big match. Just like I did when I faced Celeste Mallory. That was my second fight back after a one month hiatus in my Rookie year. I had just won a triple threat and I was ready to face the former Rising Star Champion.
Dan sat across from me and just stared in awe as he saw the transformation in my face and attitude. I had the old Mandie Wheeler swag and I wasn't gonna let it go anytime soon. I was a fighter till the bitter end and even when I was knocking on death's door I was ready to fight again. I looked at Dan with a soft smile.
“Dan, how crazy would it be to see my old ass in wrestling tights again? Imagine me stepping foot in that ring one more time and actually pulling off the upset. Now, back in the days I would never call my wins an upset but nowadays, I'd be lucky if I made it into the ring without tripping over the ropes. Sure I look fit for my age and maybe I could still go but the sad reality is I am done. I just don't wanna accept it. I wanna create history like I did in UCI. I did so much as the first Lady of Wrestling. As the Queen of UCI that....I just wanna relive those moments again. I wanna do it one more time even if it kills me.”
Dan saw the passion I had dripping out of me and he could see I was at odds with myself as I knew I couldn't go logically but I still wanted to give it a shot. I wanted to do the impossible and not just to v\create history but because that is whom I have always been and it has carried me to legendary status even if I say so myself.
Many of my fans believed I was a legend and they voiced it anytime they had a chance. It always warmed my heart when they called me a legend. I never did get called that by anyone but them and in all honest it meant more coming from the fans then any stupid magazine or pod casts. Sure deep down inside I would have loved to hear them sing my praises but I thin k that's what drove me to be whom I was in the ring. It made me stronger and better then I could have ever dreamed of being. Dan smiled as he knew I was serious about stepping back into the ring.
“You know Mandie I think I can arrange for you to step into the ring one more time but not for a fight but just to say what's on your mind. I am sure the UCI and your fans would love that.”
I half smiled.
“Well, I am down for whatever. I am not done yet even if...**I cringed as I reached down to grab at my Achilles that never quite healed right.**..Yeah, my Achilles is still fucked but hey when was I really one hundred percent in that ring? I wrestled non-stop no matter where I was put on the card. I was the main event and treated ever match that way. I never half assed it like so many have and my proudest moment was when I became the UCI Television Champion for the first time as it was not only my first title but I created history. I still hold the UCI record for the fastest win and no one can take that from me ever. I wasn't just another pretty face. I made them think about me as a true competitor. Although I am sure a few thought of me in other ways too. **A brief smile slipped out** That I am sure of. Though they will never admit it but anyways. I was never in the business to hook-up or make friends. I lived and died by D.T.A. Don't Trust Anybody that is what carried me through out my career.”
I paused and Dan decided he wanted to ask me a few questions.
“Mandie, how much did you have to fight against the grain to get the respect you feel and felt you deserved? Was it as hard for you as most women with your looks?”
I scratched my nose with my right index finger and half smiled.
“Honestly, UCI gave me hella respect from the get go. They never held me back despite what I said back then. They allowed me to spread my wings no matter what I did they accepted it and I thank them for that. They allowed me to be the best damn Mandie Wheeler ever. They never once asked me to tone it down or to not do this. They actually encouraged me to be myself. I honestly was afraid when I first started that I would be looked at as just another rookie and they would hold me back; atleast the first year but no they pushed me just as hard as anyone else...”
I stopped and winced a bit as my Achilles was acting up but in typical Mandie fashion I sucked it up and just kept going to the best of my ability.
“...Dan honey if you are serious I'd like to continue this interview inside a ring. I really want that feeling one more time.”
Dan couldn't help bu smile as he knew what it would mean to me.
“Mandie, I'll pull a few strings and we'll get you this interview inside the ring.”
I smiled at him and nodded as I placed both my hands palms down on my lap as I pushed myself up and got off the rocking chair. I stood there with a huge smile. Dan got up and nodded at me.
2011
\\Funeral Part 1//
I stood there hugging Brad even though I was losing my damn mind. Tears stained my cheeks as I clinched my hands into fists and began to pound on Brad's Chest. I was enraged to say the least. I then suddenly calmed down and Brad let me go. I rubbed my face.
“I am fine Brad..I just need a moment to catch my breath...”
As I said that the drover of the car that hit the bus was being rolled in a stretcher and he was alive and breathing. I saw he had but a few scratches. Something in me clicked and I just made a b-line for him and was about to hit him but Brad was able to grab me and pull me away. I was kicking and swinging my arms like a mad woman. My eyes went crazy as they bugged out. Ann talked to the police.
“Sorry but she just lost her boyfriend in the accident. We'll move her way.”
As she said that the driver in the stretcher began to speak.
“I wanna say something to her.”
Ann looked at him strangely as did the policeman.
“Yes, I am sure I want to tell her what happened.”
Brad was busy holding me as I for some reason grabbed his head and bit his nose. Brad held me tight as he knew I had lost it. The Policeman and Ann saw what I did and then looked at the driver in the stretcher. Ann spoke up.
“I don't think that's a good idea. I mean look at her?”
I was kicking Brad and hitting him as hard as I could. His nose was bleeding and his forehead as well as I headbutted him a few times. Brad still held me and was speaking with me.
“Mandie calm down. You want them to lock you up? What would Roger think?”
When he said that I stopped cold in my rage fit and just stared at him. I saw the crimson mask on his face and could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I was breathing heavily but calm now. Ann came over to talk to me.
“Mandie, I know you might lose it again but the driver wants to talk to you. Please try and stay calm. We all understand but please.”
I looked at her and nodded. Brad carried me over to the stretcher hold me tightly. The driver sat up a bit and began to talk to me in a soft tone.
“Young lady I am sorry for what happened but I tried my best not to hit the bus. My brakes locked and the sun got in my eyes. I tried to swerve I swear. I am sorry.”
I could tell he was being sincere but I dunno if it was my rage or my immaturity or both but I spit in his face and was about to hit him when once again Brad stopped me.
~~~~A Few Days Later~~~~
The sky was filled with clouds as it looked like rain was coming. I felt a chill in the air and like something wasn't right. I just chalked it up to the day it was. I was just getting up off my bed scratching my head and adjusting my pajamas. I stopped at my Cherry wood dresser and looked in the mirror. I looked like hell and my eyes were swollen due to all the crying I had been doing most of the nights and I had bags under them. I took a few deep breathes and then headed out of my room to the bathroom to shower.
~~~~Twenty Minutes Later~~~~
I was back in my room putting on a black dress. It was a bit of a tight fit as this was a dress I hardly ever wore. I felt odd wearing it to the funeral as it was a bit revealing but everything else was not appropriate to wear at least in my eyes. I looked in the mirror as I brushed my hair as I decided to just keep it loose. I grabbed my car keys but knew I was in no shape to drive; so I was glad Ann and Brad were coming by to pick me up. I walked outside and waited about ten minutes and they arrived in Brad's red Chevy pick-up. I sat between them. We were all silent for the twenty minute drive.
We arrived at the St. Agnes the church where the funeral is taking place. I sat in the truck for a moment as I took a few deep breathes and tried to keep my composure. I got off and was a little shaky; Ann came over and held my hand. Once I was out of the truck I adjusted my dress and stared at the church. This caused my heart to beat a little fast; with each step my heart beat faster and I began to sweat. I swallowed hard. As we entered I felt a little light headed but fought that feeling with everything I had. I slowly made my way to the front of the church where the coffin was. I tried not to look at the coffin looking at the people as I made my way to it. I squeezed Ann's hand hard as I got a bit anxious.
Finally I made it to the coffin after what felt like forever. I looked down and there he was; laying as still as could be. I couldn't believe it was Roger. I put it in my head it was a wax figure of him and for a brief moment I felt at ease, but then I knelt down and letting Ann's hand go I leaned in to kiss Roger on the cheek and when my lips felt his cold skin reality set in. I pulled back and then the tears started flowing. I broke down and started crying as I gripped the edge of the coffin.
Ann held me and tried to console me but I pushed her away as I looked down at Roger through teary eyes.
“This is not happening. You can't be dead.”
I cried more as I leaned my head on the coffin still gripping at it. I knelt there for nearly ten minutes until Brad and Ann pulled me away and we sat on one of the pews. I sat there crying the whole mass. At times I was a bit loud but it was excepted of me and no one said anything. I leaned my head into Ann's chest and held her tight.
“Why him?”
I asked Ann didn't answer me. As she was crying herself as well.
“ Mandie we'll get through this together. Just try and keep it together.”
I nodded but my emotions were too much and I just couldn't stop crying.
Present day
\\I Want A Fight//
A cool breeze passe through my dark hair that flows behind me like a dark waterfall. Around my neck is my white gold eighteen inch chain with my diamond encrusted initials hanging from it. Where it brought attention to my tanned cleavage area. A red strapless dress hugged my every curve and pushed my well endowed chest up just a little more then usual. My plump, ruby red lips shimmered as the light from the chandeliers hanging above shinned upon them. I blinked my eyes and they revealed my lids to be dusted with pink and white eye-shadow. My eyes were outlined b y black eyeliner and my lashes were curled like never before. I had a touch of blush to bring out my cheeks just a bit. My big, brown eyes were looking down at my red polished well manicured nails. Upon my right ring finger was a gold ring with a red two karat diamond cut in the shape of a rose sat upon it. On my wrist is a brand new Gucci gold watch with my initials in diamonds etched on the band. Around my left wrist was a diamond tennis bracelet.
I take a few deep breathes as I see the camera crew setting up the light fixtures, light reflectors, and cameras in my new home I had purchased. I'll get to that a little later so you can see how that happened. The crew was busy as I sat on a director's styled chair. With my name etched in gold in the back of it in cursive writing. I crossed my right leg over my left one and my red heel slightly hung off my foot revealing my well pedicured heel. I began to check my nails out making sure they were perfect not that it mattered really to me but a girl's gotta look good doesn't she?
As I sat there an intern came to me with a bottled water. I grabbed the Fuji bottle and cracked it open. I took a small sip and left my red lips imprinted upon the edges of the bottle. One of the lead crew members came up to me.
He was slender and had black hair that was in a slick ponytail. A blue polo with the Letters UCI in the top left side in red embroider into it. A pair of dark slacks sheathed his lower torso. I slightly smiled at him not that I wanted to be rude but it just wasn't a good day for me. My memories were flooding my mind as the date came closer to the anniversary of Roger's death something no one knew about but me, Ann, and Brad. We had kept in touch over the years.
“Miss. Wheeler everything is set all you have to do is start when you are ready.”
I nodded.
“Thanks.”
As I said that a cameraman holding a camera on hi shoulder approached me but I waved him off.
“I wanna use the cameras set-up.”
He nodded and walked away. I uncrossed my legs and let myself off the chair as I began to walk around the room. “Click!! Clack!!” is all that was heard for what seemed like forever but I was just trying to think what I was gonna speak on. Sure my match was a given but I wanted to to say more. Perhaps my goals? Then again maybe I just wanna ramble on about nothing no one gives a damn about? Ehh...I just kept walking without saying a word. The cameras were rolling and catching my side profile at the moment. This is the moment I spoke up in a soft yet strong tone.
“UCI faithful yours truly Mandie Wheeler here. I did exactly what I said I would do last week and that's make a bitch tap. I made PerZag tap out. I made him tap out like a bitch and embarrassed him as he tried everything he could to get the win but guess what? I wanted it that much more. Oh, let's not forget little Miss Tiffany White I took this match and why? Because I wanted it that much more then the lot of you. I wanted this match more then I wanted anything in my life. I won this match because I am the first lady of UCI and the Queen is just better then the two of you combined. Now don't get me wrong you two are good just not good enough to beat me. Well, you're old news and I got a new opponent to speak on but before I get there I am gonna speak my damn mind about a few things.”
I take a breather and then raise the bottled water with my right hand as I take a small sip to wet my slightly parched throat. As I swallow I look at the camera in front of me now and smile as I out the bottle down and rub my lips together.
“ First off UCI thank you for giving me a second chance after I just pretty much broke contact with you guys and never even checked if you had offered me matches. I am happy you accepted my phone call to get a match going as soon as possible. Not exactly the easiest way to come back but then when have I done things the easy way here in UCI? Let's not forget my extreme triple threat match for the television title. Well, I made it extreme. Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for allowing me another go. I know you gambled on me to begin with. I had no experience and you guys welcomed me with open arms and then I just vanished. Now, I got more experience and I have my head clear and I am ready to do what needs to be done to climb back up the ranks. I am not gonna lie I feel I should be in title contention but really who the hell did I beat in that triple threat? I mean PerZag and Tiffany White both have announced they are taking time off or at least that's the rumors I here. I can't talk trash because I know how it feels to be busting your ass and feeling you aren't going anywhere even though in reality you are. We as competitors just want to be fighting for titles or in the top spot each week and if we didn't want that then we don't belong in this business. You have to want to be the best because honestly no one is gonna call you the best till you prove to them you are the best but in order to do that you have to believe in yourself when no one else will.
I know I talk trash and say my opponents mean nothing and honestly I don't do that to insult them but to rev me up. I do that to keep myself in the game. It's something that works for me and if anyone wants to get personal then we can step outside the arena and settle this in the streets. I am n o stranger to street fights. I am no stranger to people trying to get personal with me because I am that damn good. You can laugh at me and call me names but while you are sitting at home with your thumbs up your asses or doing modling crap I am busting my ass in the ring. I am blessed with great looks and trust me I know I could use them to my advantage but that's not me. I let my actions speak for me and Celeste Mallory You will find out first hand just what I am all about.”
I said that with a smile as I know Celeste has been having issues as of late but that's not my problem. I am ready to step into the ring against here and show her exactly whom Mandie Wheeler truly is.
“You know Celeste Mallory you can come out and talk smack about me and even do what PerZag has done and talk about my past and how I complained but if you know this business as well as you should being you have been doing this longer then me. You'd know I was doing everything I could to get a title shot. I wanted upper management to say you know what let's give her a shot to make up for everything she says we have been doing but that plan didn't work but this one will and what plan is that you might ask?
The plan of me kicking your ass and making an example out of you. Now, I know you have had issues with a few people and you even cost Ryan the Television title so I can see pay-back coming your way but I hope not in our match because I don't want to be robbed of making you tap like the little bitch you are. Yeah you won the Rising Star Title but it was a battle Royal and it wasn't a history making match like my very first Television title was and I won it in record time if memory serves me correctly. I am better then you and I know we have never faced off but I know in my heart of hearts I am better then you'll ever be. I am just getting started while you are one foot in the grave and I am not sure you'll get what I mean but you will when I break your arm or at least get close to it.
You are not ready for me. You are not ready to step into the ring with the true Queen of UCI. The woman that is hungrier then you'll ever be. I want not just this match but every future match they throw my way. I want to reach the pinnacle of this business. I still want to be the first woman to have held ever single title and honey I have the goods to do it to. I am no slouch in that ring. I am not one to look past and honey don't worry about Ryan or what might happen in our match. Focus on me. Focus on the woman that wants to rip your head off and crap down your throat. I know I said when I talk it's to inspire me but honey right now this is real talk. This is Mandie Wheeler being real with Celeste Mallory.”
I pause for a moment because I realize I have just gone off in a cool calm fashion be it but my blood is boiling as I am ready for war. I am ready to kill a bitch if I have to in order to prove I deserve to be at the very top of this company.
“ Celeste Mallory, you might respect me and then again you might not give two shits about me but one thing is you better be ready for me. I am not just another pretty face. I am not a one dimensional wrestler either. No, I can go high flying, ground and pound, or straight up stand toe-to-toe with you in the middle of the ring. You might think you got this one in the bag but honey you better think again. See, I am not a good girl nor a bad girl I am that girl that's gonna fuck up your night and make you think twice before you ever face me again.
No, I am not cocky I just know what I bring to the table. I know you're tough as nails and what you bring but you also have issues to deal with and they have played a part in your matches haven't they. I am gonna say this right here and now I don't want anyone to interfere in this match and if they do I want consequences. See, I am requesting this because when I beat you I want no excuses. I don;t want you to beable to say I lost because someone attacked me before the match or during it or distracted me. I also don't want to be used to further some fucked up issues you have with others. I want this to be you and me and that's it. See, I know you need a crutch to make excuses when you lose me? I don;t need that. Sure I said what I said in the past but I still sucked it up and went on to fight the good fight. I kept going till I made a Rookie mistake and just stopped. I dunno really why I did it but hey it is what it is and I am back and better then ever. I am hungry. Are you?”
I just stand there staring coldly at the camera coldly as I bring the bottled water up to my mouth and take a deep drink as my throat is parched. I swallow a lot of water and then pull the bottle away a bit; which has the tare drip down my chin.
“Celeste, this is your wake-up call and you better be ready for me. Because if you think for one second I am not gonna give you a fight you better think again. I am one of the best this company has and not because I say so. No, because I have proven I can hang with the big boys and girls. I have proven that this little rookie has more balls then most of the roster put together. I want a fight. I want you and me to steal the fucken show. Yup, yours truly wants this to be a fight they will forever remember. See, I want us to give them a mind fuck that will forever burn in their minds. I want this to be the match everyone talks about. I want us to both burn the place to the ground. I want you to bring everything you got because I want this too be the match I look back on and can say that was my very first fight and I was honored to face Celeste Mallory.
Thing is I want this with all my heart but I know you won't bring it like that. Nope you'll half ass it and hope for the best. You won't step-up and show the world the Celeste Mallory I see inside you. All you'll bring is what you think will be enough to take me out but look at the people that thought that and what has happened to them? I have beaten some of the so-called best and even made some bitch that came back tap. When I face you I have just one mission. My mission is simple. Beat you anyway I can. You might not believe this but this is the fight of your life.”
I just once again smile at the camera as I raise my left hand and rub my forefinger across the cleft of my chin. My smile leaves me then as I get serious once again.
“Celeste we can both talk as much or as little smack as we want but words mean nothing. What means something is what we bring to that ring. What we do in that one night means more then what we have or will do in the future. You and I have an opportunity to be a part of history and make this the match of the year. Two women that are relatively new to the UCI taking the spotlight would be amazing. One thing I can tell you is our match is gonna be one you won't soon forget. I am Mandie Wheeler and I am the future and guess what Celeste Mallory? The future is here and now. I am the one you can tell your children you faced and made you tap like a bitch. Before you get your panties in a bunch if you wear any. I am doing all this out of respect. I am telling you what no one else will. I am not gonna say good job you are an inspiration because you're not. I am the inspiration. I am the one every little girl wants to grow-up to be like and why? Because I don't put up with any shit. I talk shit and deliver when I know I need to deliver and I walk away when I know I need to walk away. What does that mean? It means what it means and you'll just have to figure that out for yourself. In closing Celeste good luck because losers like you need luck. Me? I don;t need luck because I have the skills that pay the bills.”
I blow a kiss at the camera as I walk away taking a drink from my water bottle. The cameras stay rolling as I saunter away shaking my hips. I walk back to the director's chair and sit down staring at the camera in front of me and the scene fades out on my face.
\\Interview With A Wrestler Part 2//
Dan gave me the minute I needed. I sighed and pushed my graying hair back and gingerly smiled as I continued to rock and then nodded indicating I was ready to continue on. The reality is I had a lot to say but my memory was a bit blurred and I was trying very hard to say things in order but due to me not really having a filter ever things might just be out of order and I am just gonna blurt out what I recall.
“After the attack I rehabbed as much as I could and thought about a comeback. Yup yours truly was thinking of lacing up the boots one more time. I started training but lord knows I could just do so much due to me being forty-seven or so at the time. I was still mending a torn Achilles and some bruised ribs. The Achilles injury was from a while back as I had stopped wrestling at forty-three and my body took longer to recuperate. Anyways, I was ready to comeback despite what doctors told me. I wasn't one of those wrestlers that didn't know when to quit. No, I am just the type of person that will never stop till my dying breathe. I honestly want to step in a wrestling ring one more time. I'd love to compete but just to feel the crowd's energy and the spotlight one more time would be amazing.”
I said this and my eyes gleamed like they did back in the day. I was getting that same old feeling again. My heart-rate was higher then it had ever been in a long time and I was smiling a huge smile and rubbing my hands like I did hen I was ready for a big match. Just like I did when I faced Celeste Mallory. That was my second fight back after a one month hiatus in my Rookie year. I had just won a triple threat and I was ready to face the former Rising Star Champion.
Dan sat across from me and just stared in awe as he saw the transformation in my face and attitude. I had the old Mandie Wheeler swag and I wasn't gonna let it go anytime soon. I was a fighter till the bitter end and even when I was knocking on death's door I was ready to fight again. I looked at Dan with a soft smile.
“Dan, how crazy would it be to see my old ass in wrestling tights again? Imagine me stepping foot in that ring one more time and actually pulling off the upset. Now, back in the days I would never call my wins an upset but nowadays, I'd be lucky if I made it into the ring without tripping over the ropes. Sure I look fit for my age and maybe I could still go but the sad reality is I am done. I just don't wanna accept it. I wanna create history like I did in UCI. I did so much as the first Lady of Wrestling. As the Queen of UCI that....I just wanna relive those moments again. I wanna do it one more time even if it kills me.”
Dan saw the passion I had dripping out of me and he could see I was at odds with myself as I knew I couldn't go logically but I still wanted to give it a shot. I wanted to do the impossible and not just to v\create history but because that is whom I have always been and it has carried me to legendary status even if I say so myself.
Many of my fans believed I was a legend and they voiced it anytime they had a chance. It always warmed my heart when they called me a legend. I never did get called that by anyone but them and in all honest it meant more coming from the fans then any stupid magazine or pod casts. Sure deep down inside I would have loved to hear them sing my praises but I thin k that's what drove me to be whom I was in the ring. It made me stronger and better then I could have ever dreamed of being. Dan smiled as he knew I was serious about stepping back into the ring.
“You know Mandie I think I can arrange for you to step into the ring one more time but not for a fight but just to say what's on your mind. I am sure the UCI and your fans would love that.”
I half smiled.
“Well, I am down for whatever. I am not done yet even if...**I cringed as I reached down to grab at my Achilles that never quite healed right.**..Yeah, my Achilles is still fucked but hey when was I really one hundred percent in that ring? I wrestled non-stop no matter where I was put on the card. I was the main event and treated ever match that way. I never half assed it like so many have and my proudest moment was when I became the UCI Television Champion for the first time as it was not only my first title but I created history. I still hold the UCI record for the fastest win and no one can take that from me ever. I wasn't just another pretty face. I made them think about me as a true competitor. Although I am sure a few thought of me in other ways too. **A brief smile slipped out** That I am sure of. Though they will never admit it but anyways. I was never in the business to hook-up or make friends. I lived and died by D.T.A. Don't Trust Anybody that is what carried me through out my career.”
I paused and Dan decided he wanted to ask me a few questions.
“Mandie, how much did you have to fight against the grain to get the respect you feel and felt you deserved? Was it as hard for you as most women with your looks?”
I scratched my nose with my right index finger and half smiled.
“Honestly, UCI gave me hella respect from the get go. They never held me back despite what I said back then. They allowed me to spread my wings no matter what I did they accepted it and I thank them for that. They allowed me to be the best damn Mandie Wheeler ever. They never once asked me to tone it down or to not do this. They actually encouraged me to be myself. I honestly was afraid when I first started that I would be looked at as just another rookie and they would hold me back; atleast the first year but no they pushed me just as hard as anyone else...”
I stopped and winced a bit as my Achilles was acting up but in typical Mandie fashion I sucked it up and just kept going to the best of my ability.
“...Dan honey if you are serious I'd like to continue this interview inside a ring. I really want that feeling one more time.”
Dan couldn't help bu smile as he knew what it would mean to me.
“Mandie, I'll pull a few strings and we'll get you this interview inside the ring.”
I smiled at him and nodded as I placed both my hands palms down on my lap as I pushed myself up and got off the rocking chair. I stood there with a huge smile. Dan got up and nodded at me.
2011
\\Funeral Part 1//
I stood there hugging Brad even though I was losing my damn mind. Tears stained my cheeks as I clinched my hands into fists and began to pound on Brad's Chest. I was enraged to say the least. I then suddenly calmed down and Brad let me go. I rubbed my face.
“I am fine Brad..I just need a moment to catch my breath...”
As I said that the drover of the car that hit the bus was being rolled in a stretcher and he was alive and breathing. I saw he had but a few scratches. Something in me clicked and I just made a b-line for him and was about to hit him but Brad was able to grab me and pull me away. I was kicking and swinging my arms like a mad woman. My eyes went crazy as they bugged out. Ann talked to the police.
“Sorry but she just lost her boyfriend in the accident. We'll move her way.”
As she said that the driver in the stretcher began to speak.
“I wanna say something to her.”
Ann looked at him strangely as did the policeman.
“Yes, I am sure I want to tell her what happened.”
Brad was busy holding me as I for some reason grabbed his head and bit his nose. Brad held me tight as he knew I had lost it. The Policeman and Ann saw what I did and then looked at the driver in the stretcher. Ann spoke up.
“I don't think that's a good idea. I mean look at her?”
I was kicking Brad and hitting him as hard as I could. His nose was bleeding and his forehead as well as I headbutted him a few times. Brad still held me and was speaking with me.
“Mandie calm down. You want them to lock you up? What would Roger think?”
When he said that I stopped cold in my rage fit and just stared at him. I saw the crimson mask on his face and could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I was breathing heavily but calm now. Ann came over to talk to me.
“Mandie, I know you might lose it again but the driver wants to talk to you. Please try and stay calm. We all understand but please.”
I looked at her and nodded. Brad carried me over to the stretcher hold me tightly. The driver sat up a bit and began to talk to me in a soft tone.
“Young lady I am sorry for what happened but I tried my best not to hit the bus. My brakes locked and the sun got in my eyes. I tried to swerve I swear. I am sorry.”
I could tell he was being sincere but I dunno if it was my rage or my immaturity or both but I spit in his face and was about to hit him when once again Brad stopped me.
~~~~A Few Days Later~~~~
The sky was filled with clouds as it looked like rain was coming. I felt a chill in the air and like something wasn't right. I just chalked it up to the day it was. I was just getting up off my bed scratching my head and adjusting my pajamas. I stopped at my Cherry wood dresser and looked in the mirror. I looked like hell and my eyes were swollen due to all the crying I had been doing most of the nights and I had bags under them. I took a few deep breathes and then headed out of my room to the bathroom to shower.
~~~~Twenty Minutes Later~~~~
I was back in my room putting on a black dress. It was a bit of a tight fit as this was a dress I hardly ever wore. I felt odd wearing it to the funeral as it was a bit revealing but everything else was not appropriate to wear at least in my eyes. I looked in the mirror as I brushed my hair as I decided to just keep it loose. I grabbed my car keys but knew I was in no shape to drive; so I was glad Ann and Brad were coming by to pick me up. I walked outside and waited about ten minutes and they arrived in Brad's red Chevy pick-up. I sat between them. We were all silent for the twenty minute drive.
We arrived at the St. Agnes the church where the funeral is taking place. I sat in the truck for a moment as I took a few deep breathes and tried to keep my composure. I got off and was a little shaky; Ann came over and held my hand. Once I was out of the truck I adjusted my dress and stared at the church. This caused my heart to beat a little fast; with each step my heart beat faster and I began to sweat. I swallowed hard. As we entered I felt a little light headed but fought that feeling with everything I had. I slowly made my way to the front of the church where the coffin was. I tried not to look at the coffin looking at the people as I made my way to it. I squeezed Ann's hand hard as I got a bit anxious.
Finally I made it to the coffin after what felt like forever. I looked down and there he was; laying as still as could be. I couldn't believe it was Roger. I put it in my head it was a wax figure of him and for a brief moment I felt at ease, but then I knelt down and letting Ann's hand go I leaned in to kiss Roger on the cheek and when my lips felt his cold skin reality set in. I pulled back and then the tears started flowing. I broke down and started crying as I gripped the edge of the coffin.
Ann held me and tried to console me but I pushed her away as I looked down at Roger through teary eyes.
“This is not happening. You can't be dead.”
I cried more as I leaned my head on the coffin still gripping at it. I knelt there for nearly ten minutes until Brad and Ann pulled me away and we sat on one of the pews. I sat there crying the whole mass. At times I was a bit loud but it was excepted of me and no one said anything. I leaned my head into Ann's chest and held her tight.
“Why him?”
I asked Ann didn't answer me. As she was crying herself as well.
“ Mandie we'll get through this together. Just try and keep it together.”
I nodded but my emotions were too much and I just couldn't stop crying.
Present day
\\I Want A Fight//
A cool breeze passe through my dark hair that flows behind me like a dark waterfall. Around my neck is my white gold eighteen inch chain with my diamond encrusted initials hanging from it. Where it brought attention to my tanned cleavage area. A red strapless dress hugged my every curve and pushed my well endowed chest up just a little more then usual. My plump, ruby red lips shimmered as the light from the chandeliers hanging above shinned upon them. I blinked my eyes and they revealed my lids to be dusted with pink and white eye-shadow. My eyes were outlined b y black eyeliner and my lashes were curled like never before. I had a touch of blush to bring out my cheeks just a bit. My big, brown eyes were looking down at my red polished well manicured nails. Upon my right ring finger was a gold ring with a red two karat diamond cut in the shape of a rose sat upon it. On my wrist is a brand new Gucci gold watch with my initials in diamonds etched on the band. Around my left wrist was a diamond tennis bracelet.
I take a few deep breathes as I see the camera crew setting up the light fixtures, light reflectors, and cameras in my new home I had purchased. I'll get to that a little later so you can see how that happened. The crew was busy as I sat on a director's styled chair. With my name etched in gold in the back of it in cursive writing. I crossed my right leg over my left one and my red heel slightly hung off my foot revealing my well pedicured heel. I began to check my nails out making sure they were perfect not that it mattered really to me but a girl's gotta look good doesn't she?
As I sat there an intern came to me with a bottled water. I grabbed the Fuji bottle and cracked it open. I took a small sip and left my red lips imprinted upon the edges of the bottle. One of the lead crew members came up to me.
He was slender and had black hair that was in a slick ponytail. A blue polo with the Letters UCI in the top left side in red embroider into it. A pair of dark slacks sheathed his lower torso. I slightly smiled at him not that I wanted to be rude but it just wasn't a good day for me. My memories were flooding my mind as the date came closer to the anniversary of Roger's death something no one knew about but me, Ann, and Brad. We had kept in touch over the years.
“Miss. Wheeler everything is set all you have to do is start when you are ready.”
I nodded.
“Thanks.”
As I said that a cameraman holding a camera on hi shoulder approached me but I waved him off.
“I wanna use the cameras set-up.”
He nodded and walked away. I uncrossed my legs and let myself off the chair as I began to walk around the room. “Click!! Clack!!” is all that was heard for what seemed like forever but I was just trying to think what I was gonna speak on. Sure my match was a given but I wanted to to say more. Perhaps my goals? Then again maybe I just wanna ramble on about nothing no one gives a damn about? Ehh...I just kept walking without saying a word. The cameras were rolling and catching my side profile at the moment. This is the moment I spoke up in a soft yet strong tone.
“UCI faithful yours truly Mandie Wheeler here. I did exactly what I said I would do last week and that's make a bitch tap. I made PerZag tap out. I made him tap out like a bitch and embarrassed him as he tried everything he could to get the win but guess what? I wanted it that much more. Oh, let's not forget little Miss Tiffany White I took this match and why? Because I wanted it that much more then the lot of you. I wanted this match more then I wanted anything in my life. I won this match because I am the first lady of UCI and the Queen is just better then the two of you combined. Now don't get me wrong you two are good just not good enough to beat me. Well, you're old news and I got a new opponent to speak on but before I get there I am gonna speak my damn mind about a few things.”
I take a breather and then raise the bottled water with my right hand as I take a small sip to wet my slightly parched throat. As I swallow I look at the camera in front of me now and smile as I out the bottle down and rub my lips together.
“ First off UCI thank you for giving me a second chance after I just pretty much broke contact with you guys and never even checked if you had offered me matches. I am happy you accepted my phone call to get a match going as soon as possible. Not exactly the easiest way to come back but then when have I done things the easy way here in UCI? Let's not forget my extreme triple threat match for the television title. Well, I made it extreme. Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for allowing me another go. I know you gambled on me to begin with. I had no experience and you guys welcomed me with open arms and then I just vanished. Now, I got more experience and I have my head clear and I am ready to do what needs to be done to climb back up the ranks. I am not gonna lie I feel I should be in title contention but really who the hell did I beat in that triple threat? I mean PerZag and Tiffany White both have announced they are taking time off or at least that's the rumors I here. I can't talk trash because I know how it feels to be busting your ass and feeling you aren't going anywhere even though in reality you are. We as competitors just want to be fighting for titles or in the top spot each week and if we didn't want that then we don't belong in this business. You have to want to be the best because honestly no one is gonna call you the best till you prove to them you are the best but in order to do that you have to believe in yourself when no one else will.
I know I talk trash and say my opponents mean nothing and honestly I don't do that to insult them but to rev me up. I do that to keep myself in the game. It's something that works for me and if anyone wants to get personal then we can step outside the arena and settle this in the streets. I am n o stranger to street fights. I am no stranger to people trying to get personal with me because I am that damn good. You can laugh at me and call me names but while you are sitting at home with your thumbs up your asses or doing modling crap I am busting my ass in the ring. I am blessed with great looks and trust me I know I could use them to my advantage but that's not me. I let my actions speak for me and Celeste Mallory You will find out first hand just what I am all about.”
I said that with a smile as I know Celeste has been having issues as of late but that's not my problem. I am ready to step into the ring against here and show her exactly whom Mandie Wheeler truly is.
“You know Celeste Mallory you can come out and talk smack about me and even do what PerZag has done and talk about my past and how I complained but if you know this business as well as you should being you have been doing this longer then me. You'd know I was doing everything I could to get a title shot. I wanted upper management to say you know what let's give her a shot to make up for everything she says we have been doing but that plan didn't work but this one will and what plan is that you might ask?
The plan of me kicking your ass and making an example out of you. Now, I know you have had issues with a few people and you even cost Ryan the Television title so I can see pay-back coming your way but I hope not in our match because I don't want to be robbed of making you tap like the little bitch you are. Yeah you won the Rising Star Title but it was a battle Royal and it wasn't a history making match like my very first Television title was and I won it in record time if memory serves me correctly. I am better then you and I know we have never faced off but I know in my heart of hearts I am better then you'll ever be. I am just getting started while you are one foot in the grave and I am not sure you'll get what I mean but you will when I break your arm or at least get close to it.
You are not ready for me. You are not ready to step into the ring with the true Queen of UCI. The woman that is hungrier then you'll ever be. I want not just this match but every future match they throw my way. I want to reach the pinnacle of this business. I still want to be the first woman to have held ever single title and honey I have the goods to do it to. I am no slouch in that ring. I am not one to look past and honey don't worry about Ryan or what might happen in our match. Focus on me. Focus on the woman that wants to rip your head off and crap down your throat. I know I said when I talk it's to inspire me but honey right now this is real talk. This is Mandie Wheeler being real with Celeste Mallory.”
I pause for a moment because I realize I have just gone off in a cool calm fashion be it but my blood is boiling as I am ready for war. I am ready to kill a bitch if I have to in order to prove I deserve to be at the very top of this company.
“ Celeste Mallory, you might respect me and then again you might not give two shits about me but one thing is you better be ready for me. I am not just another pretty face. I am not a one dimensional wrestler either. No, I can go high flying, ground and pound, or straight up stand toe-to-toe with you in the middle of the ring. You might think you got this one in the bag but honey you better think again. See, I am not a good girl nor a bad girl I am that girl that's gonna fuck up your night and make you think twice before you ever face me again.
No, I am not cocky I just know what I bring to the table. I know you're tough as nails and what you bring but you also have issues to deal with and they have played a part in your matches haven't they. I am gonna say this right here and now I don't want anyone to interfere in this match and if they do I want consequences. See, I am requesting this because when I beat you I want no excuses. I don;t want you to beable to say I lost because someone attacked me before the match or during it or distracted me. I also don't want to be used to further some fucked up issues you have with others. I want this to be you and me and that's it. See, I know you need a crutch to make excuses when you lose me? I don;t need that. Sure I said what I said in the past but I still sucked it up and went on to fight the good fight. I kept going till I made a Rookie mistake and just stopped. I dunno really why I did it but hey it is what it is and I am back and better then ever. I am hungry. Are you?”
I just stand there staring coldly at the camera coldly as I bring the bottled water up to my mouth and take a deep drink as my throat is parched. I swallow a lot of water and then pull the bottle away a bit; which has the tare drip down my chin.
“Celeste, this is your wake-up call and you better be ready for me. Because if you think for one second I am not gonna give you a fight you better think again. I am one of the best this company has and not because I say so. No, because I have proven I can hang with the big boys and girls. I have proven that this little rookie has more balls then most of the roster put together. I want a fight. I want you and me to steal the fucken show. Yup, yours truly wants this to be a fight they will forever remember. See, I want us to give them a mind fuck that will forever burn in their minds. I want this to be the match everyone talks about. I want us to both burn the place to the ground. I want you to bring everything you got because I want this too be the match I look back on and can say that was my very first fight and I was honored to face Celeste Mallory.
Thing is I want this with all my heart but I know you won't bring it like that. Nope you'll half ass it and hope for the best. You won't step-up and show the world the Celeste Mallory I see inside you. All you'll bring is what you think will be enough to take me out but look at the people that thought that and what has happened to them? I have beaten some of the so-called best and even made some bitch that came back tap. When I face you I have just one mission. My mission is simple. Beat you anyway I can. You might not believe this but this is the fight of your life.”
I just once again smile at the camera as I raise my left hand and rub my forefinger across the cleft of my chin. My smile leaves me then as I get serious once again.
“Celeste we can both talk as much or as little smack as we want but words mean nothing. What means something is what we bring to that ring. What we do in that one night means more then what we have or will do in the future. You and I have an opportunity to be a part of history and make this the match of the year. Two women that are relatively new to the UCI taking the spotlight would be amazing. One thing I can tell you is our match is gonna be one you won't soon forget. I am Mandie Wheeler and I am the future and guess what Celeste Mallory? The future is here and now. I am the one you can tell your children you faced and made you tap like a bitch. Before you get your panties in a bunch if you wear any. I am doing all this out of respect. I am telling you what no one else will. I am not gonna say good job you are an inspiration because you're not. I am the inspiration. I am the one every little girl wants to grow-up to be like and why? Because I don't put up with any shit. I talk shit and deliver when I know I need to deliver and I walk away when I know I need to walk away. What does that mean? It means what it means and you'll just have to figure that out for yourself. In closing Celeste good luck because losers like you need luck. Me? I don;t need luck because I have the skills that pay the bills.”
I blow a kiss at the camera as I walk away taking a drink from my water bottle. The cameras stay rolling as I saunter away shaking my hips. I walk back to the director's chair and sit down staring at the camera in front of me and the scene fades out on my face.
