The Last Lullaby.....

THE LAST LULLABY.....

It was the night that Celeste Mallory needed to make a statement after being counted out, allowing Blanche Corrigan to distract her against Ryo Ishikawa. Celeste needed a victory for many reasons including staying on track to get a shot at the UCI World Championship had she retained. It was a difficult few days for Celeste privately, the gorgeous young woman had disappointed her mother, the sadistic ring legend, Mary Beth Mallory where in many circles she was simply known as Typhoid Mary. Mary wasn’t pleased with her adopted daughter’s performance at the last Overload, she felt she had the match in hand yet allowed distractions to cost her the victory and while Mary was never one to care about wins or losses, she didn’t see what the purpose was of Celeste just throwing the match away like that and confronted her daughter. Celeste since her accident two years ago at the hands of one Carey Caldwell where he took a crowbar to the beautiful face of Celeste, she has become somewhat shaky and unstable at times. For the last few months Celeste has been visiting psychiatrist, Dr. Robert Killian, a man who has followed Celeste and her progress but warned the young 21 year old about small events that could trigger those repressed feelings…..

Celeste blew it off.

She came to find out very quickly the minute her mother was upset with her that those memories suddenly surfaced and she found herself having a break down. She could see her ugly self in the mirror talking back to her, something that she couldn’t help and realized that maybe the Doctor was right but for Celeste all she cared about was pleasing her mother, there was nothing more important than that task for the young Mallory. So this match at Rite of Passage was important and the reward was even more gratifying, a chance to step up and do something bigger.

Beating Michal Whin and Blanche Corrigan was top priority. The winner of the match would not only have the Rising Stars Championship but had the option to trade the title in for an opportunity to enter the Killing Floor Match for a shot at the World Championship in an Elimination style Chamber Match wrapped with barbed wire and that excited Mary Beth Mallory, she wanted, no she needed her daughter to start her “Trials” and begin to reach that pinnacle of sadism the notorious Red devil once had in her hand. Celeste had a lot of pressure going into the match, the young upstart was already impressive with one small hiccup but that only seemed to motivate her more.

At Rite to Passage she did just that and won the match, some say she was an opportunist capitalizing on Michal Whin’s move, others knew that Celeste would come out on top; she was the favorite to win and showed that by pinning Blanche, the woman for a few weeks she had a spat with. Celeste didn’t care; she walked out the Rising Stars Champion and now had to face one of the Guardian’s in Jay Omega. She looked forward to that because of the ties with Andre Holmes, a man that has started to annoy her and her bestie, Jack Schlongson.

1 Hour Later
Celeste Hotel Room

She sat in her hotel room in Dallas, only three hours away from where her mother lived. There was a celebration to go and attend; one that Ryan Jones, a man that Celeste had become smitten with was throwing that she really wanted to go to wand wouldn’t miss it for the world. The gorgeous Celeste sat at the edge of the bed curling her toes with the baby pink polish, wearing a black dinner dress, her peep toe pumps sat next to the bed and her long chocolate hair hung down over her shoulder, made up to perfection and ready to have her night out. The full length stand-alone mirror sat in front of her. She raised her head and stared right into her own blue eyes….

The Rising Stars Championship sat next to her, looking down before back in the mirror, her cellphone rings, she hits Facetime, her best friend and “sister” Jaina Frost is on the other end speaking extremely excited which is usually not Jaina over Celeste’s big win…..

Jaina: “Bitch!?”

Celeste: “Bitch is right; did you see me out there?”

Jaina: “Like, always! Congrats! I wish I could have been there to see it like but duty unfortunately, I’ll make it up to you. Are you okay? I mean if you’re not okay you would tell me right or are we back to that stage of our relationship when you don’t think you can tell me anything and that strains our bond to a point where I will have to burn your house down.”

Celeste: “Bitch, you don’t want to burn my house down.”


There is a giggle before Jaina continues to speak…..


Jaina: “Seriously, you going out tonight to celebrate or is your mom there?”

Celeste: “She’s here and she’s allowed me to attend a party thrown by Ryan Jones. I really want to go.”

Jaina: “You’re smitten with him aren’t you?”

Celeste: “Me? Moi? Never, he’s a good friend and I like his company, as long as mother is okay with it, I’m fine. The last thing I want or need is to disappoint mother. A few weeks ago immediately following the last Overload, she wasn’t happy about my count out loss to Ryo Ishikawa. So she made sure that I was victorious tonight simply by being there. As for Ryan, I do like him…..”

Jaina: “…of course you do and you’re going to the party no matter what anyone says and that’s why I love you. Because you don’t care about anything and you’re going to do it anyways. Just remember who’s going to be there and what they will feed you all night long in order…..”

Celeste: “Always so pessimistic, you need to trust me on this Jaina.”


Celeste is smiling yet Jaina is concerned for her best friend, she knows that Celeste can suddenly slip into these fits like the time at the club, the last thing she wants is for Celeste to put herself in some sort of situation. The young Mallory can see that she’s concerned…..


Celeste: “You think I’m going to have another episode aren’t you?”

Jaina: “Episode? We all have those; I could care less about that. You know exactly what I mean, people get hurt and lately you have been on edge. Now you know I don’t give a damn about anyone but you, it has to be controlled though Cee. You know I’m right and I’ll be the first to tell you to release the Devil, that’s always fun.”

Celeste: “I know right? Look there is nothing wrong with me love, so I get a bit overzealous, it happens but seriously I did what I needed and now? I have options.”

Jaina: “What does your mother think?”

Celeste: “Oh you know exactly what she wants of me. The Killing Floor.”

Jaina: “Fun! Well listen, I need to go, I’ll see you back home sexy bitch and BE CAREFUL….but not too Careful.”


The two share a giggle before Celeste blows a kiss and hangs up with her best friend. She smiles and is in a better mood. She thinks back to her mother earlier after she won her match, visiting her in the dressing room….

2 Hours Prior

Celeste makes her way back to the dressing room, she is sweaty and sore, in her pink gear, she walks in and sees her mother, the notorious Mary Beth Mallory standing there in a black paternity dress. Her long hair hanging down, her red eyes narrowed with a small smirk on her face…..


Celeste: “Mother.”

Mary: “Child….I am proud of you.”

Celeste: “Thank you mother.”


The young Mallory walks up to her mother and embraces her with a huge hug. Mary looks down at her shorter daughter and runs a few fingers through her sweaty hair….


Mary: “What you have done is erased all doubt, you have shown them all that no matter what they say or do, you my child are the future of the UCI.”

Celeste: “Some have disrespected you mother.”

Mary: “Do I care?”

Celeste: “Andre Holmes especially, he likes to run his mouth because I support my friend, Jack Schlongson. He called you names and…..”

Mary: “Do you know how many men called me names and you don’t see them wrestling anymore? I have always looked at it as desperate individuals who try and play games, when they do not win at their game, they soon realize that the Devil was playing them the entire time and so not that you left with that Rising Stars Championship in one weeks’ time you face a “Guardian” and are they not friends with Mr. Holmes?”

Celeste: “Well some are yes, not much is mentioned of him but they are mother….yes they are.”

Mary: “Then you use them as your vessel, you exact your revenge, send the proverbial message out to those watching and make an example of them. Have you ever heard the term, “People eat with their eyes first”?”


Celeste shakes her head as her mother smirks and continues to run her fingers through her hair..….


Celeste: “I have not mother.”

Mary: “When a person has a plate of food put in front of them, it is their eyes that determine if it is something they want to eat without even tasting it. You have to show them, they must witness and when they do that is when things turn to your favor. I have always believed child that if you are feared even just a little bit you have already won the war, the battle just needs to be fought. Right now they pay you no attention, right now they speak of you as simply an object of desire so it is time you teach them differently and it starts now. My sweet Celeste, Michal Whin and Blanche Corrigan were outsmarted, you walked away with the gold and now you have that opportunity but like I have said it is more than that.”

Celeste: “Yes mother.”

Mary: “They want what you and I only see as an object, a symbol of hope and dreams yet people like us do not involve ourselves with that, we would rather watch them wallow in their own broken dreams that have turned to nightmares. People like Andre Holmes exist for one thing, the World Title and what hurts him more than anything?”

Celeste: “Not having it.”

Mary: “Yes, exactly, that belt is what justifies his existence, it makes him relevant and it is men and women like him in this sport that do exactly that, to see them all fight for that one title in order to make sense of their career? I took the World Championship from one of the greatest Champions of all time when no one thought it could happen, they hated for me for it all because I used that belt as the dangling carrot to my enemies that I put down. So my dear, now you see, now you understand how important this win was, not for the record books, oh no, for the opportunity and when it arises you take it and watch them wallow in their own misery. For now, you relax….”

Celeste: “I want to go out with my friend’s mother.”


Mary pauses for a moment, staring into her daughters eyes before nodding…..


Mary: “You earned it but be careful, the temptation may be too great and becoming a social butterfly is not what I expect from you child. I see how you flirt with some of them, I know what you are thinking and I do not see a little slut do you understand?”

Celeste: “Yes mother, I do understand.”


Mary places her hand on the Rising Stars Championship that rests on Celeste’s shoulder, she smiles and leans in kissing her daughter on the forehead…..


Mary: “I’m driving back home tonight; you enjoy yourself but be vigilant.”

Celeste: “Always mother…..always.”


The Red Devil brings in Celeste for another embrace…..

2 Hours Later
Celeste Hotel Room

She smiles thinking back about her mother and how proud of her she was. Celeste is almost ready to leave, she starts to slip her feet into her heels and walks over to the full size mirror and starts to fix her hair and check her make-up, she wants to look hot if for no other reason, attention. She beat Blanche Corrigan and that was all that mattered, they won’t be looking at her anymore any more, the attention will solely be on Celeste…..

She starts to get ready, with Nightmare on South Street on the horizon she is well content on facing Jay Omega of the Guardians, like her mother told her, it’s a statement match and she needs to do just that, make one and show the world that unlike someone like Andre Holmes that doesn’t find her a threat, she is. Celeste stands up and checks herself out in the mirror before walking to her bag and grabbing a few things, she sees her doll, Ms. Pannabaker. Burned face and all……her eyes narrow for a moment before she smiles….


Celeste: “Hello Ms. Pannabaker, I didn’t mean to disturb you, I really didn’t so I apologize. I’m going out with some friends tonight, a few are really cute, I like a couple of them but I just don’t know if he is into me, I mean I guess he is, he’s invited me out, I will say he eats a lot and I mean food wise. Anyways, I’m really excited to see him and celebrate this win tonight. Aren’t you proud of me!?


The gorgeous Celeste smiles and kisses her doll…..


Celeste: “I knew you would be, I love you Ms. Pannabaker and …..”


Before she can finish her sentence, she hears her own voice coming from the mirror, her bright blue eyes look up only to see her reflection but not her normal one, that of her ugly side, the brutally beaten Celeste from a few years ago at the hands of Carey Caldwell. Celeste bites down on her jaw holding Ms. Pannabaker tightly…..


Celeste: “What do you want!? I’m happy right now, Dr. Killian specifically said that you would show up if something triggered it, now you’re just being a Pretty Little Bitch!”

“Am I? Why are you happy right now Celeste? Because you are playing dress up at this moment and you get to go out and have a good time? What about me!? What about me who is broken inside of you! Why can’t I go out!? Why can’t I play dress up!?”

Celeste: “Because you are ugly! You don’t get to be me! You don’t get to be Celeste Mallory! What you are was a long time ago, look at ME now. I know you want to come out and ruin everything for me but I won’t let you, no I will NOT! You want to take everything from me and that’s not fair! That’s not fair to me! Why do you try to ruin everything!?”

“Me? Mother will be very unhappy when she finds out the whorish thoughts you have in that pretty little head of yours but I know. I know exactly what you are thinking and you have lied to her, this isn’t5 about success or even carrying out the plan that she instilled upon you, all you want to do is look pretty! All you want to do is be loved by all of them, starving for that attention and leaving me behind!”

Celeste: “That’s not true!”

“No? You let Ms. Pannabaker get burned, you allowed the Archer’s to perish in a house fire, you didn’t even care about your foster family that loved you! It was me that took the beating, it was me that was an abomination in the society that we live in, yes ME! Here you are with your dress, manicure and pedicure, lovely long hair looking ready to sell yourself out on the street.”

Celeste: “No, I like my new friends, I have people that accept me for who I am, why are you always trying to destroy this for me!?”

“I’m not, you are.”


Celeste stops for a moment and looks away from the mirror. She squints her eyes tightly hoping that the image in the mirror goes away, holding her doll tight to her chest she can only remember of the days where she was sitting in her room, scared, listening to her mother invite guests over…..







The seven-year-old Celeste sat on her bed holding her doll, Ms. Pannabaker, her mother Jane Williams made extra money as the town whore, something that a young girl like her would never understand. The little blue eyed princess brushed Ms. Pannabaker’s hair, the doll had been recently burned by her mother with a cigarette in a fit of rage. It wasn’t something the young Celeste expected and quite still understood though for her best friend, she was scarred and looked ugly. At the time, Celeste spent a lot of time alone, she stayed in her room, played with her toys and really just stood out of the way of her mother while she was doing business with her clients….

This time though she heard a lot of arguing through the door and she didn’t want to walk out, her mom always told her to stay inside and never come out when she had guests in the house. Celeste could hear some yelling, a lot of ruffling and banging going on….


Celeste: “Mummy?”


She spoke innocently while staring at her door, the noises coming from just beyond that. She gripped her doll tightly…..


Celeste: “Don’t worry Ms. Pannabaker, I’m going to protect you, I promise I will, I think mum is mad right now. She wasn’t too happy with us the other day, I know because she hurt you, mummy never hurt us before, she was upset. I don’t like it when she’s mad.”


A large bang on the wall startles the young Celeste, she hides under the covers and closes her eyes….


Celeste: “I’ll protect you Ms. Pannabaker, I’ll protect you Ms. Pannabaker, I’ll Protect you Ms. Pannabaker…..”

Thirty Minutes Later….

It is now quiet, Celeste slowly crawls out of bed and in her pajamas. She walks to the door and hears nothing, still holding Ms. Pannabaker in her arms firm and snug. She opens the door and walks, she can see some smoke coming from the living room. Celeste tilts her head and walks into the room to see her mother, Jane with a huge shiner on her eye and a busted lip, she is smoking a joint and drinking a beer….


Celeste: “Mummy….are you okay?”

Jane: “What the fuck are ya doin’ up love, get back to bed eh?”


Speaking in her deep English country accent….


Celeste: “I could hear you yelling, are you okay?”

Jane: “Do I look okay to ya Celeste? Why are ya always asking stupid questions? Go on back ta bed and leave yer mummy be.”

Celeste: “What’s that on your eye? You are bleeding mummy.”

Jane: “Celeste, how many fuckin’ times do I have ta tell ya that there is nothin’ wrong with me? At least ya stayed in yer room this time unlike the last when ya decided to come out when mummy’s friends are over. I need ya ta stay in yer room and play with yer toys okay? I don’t care what ya do, all ya have done is become a burden on my life, so get yer ass back in the room and leave me alone Celeste.”


Jane takes a drag of her joint and enjoys it to its full extent. She sits back and takes in the high. Her blue eyes look over at her daughter who is cautiously standing there watching her mother get high. Celeste walks into the kitchen while Jane puffs away, the young girl grabs some ice and a sandwich bag, she walks over to her mom and extends her arm out holding the ice in a very touching moment…


Celeste: “Here mummy…”

Jane: “I don’t need that, go back to yer room Celeste.”

Celeste: “You need this mummy please, take it.”

Jane: “How many times have I told ya that I don’t need yer help, do ya hear me Celeste!? I don’t need it now get before ya piss mummy off!”


She is confused, not knowing what to do and at the same time not truly understanding why her mother is so mad at her and reacting this way. Celeste gets no love from her for as long as she can remember. At only seven she has already started to decipher what is going on and a very intelligent young girl she is. Celeste though is scared of her mother and puts the bag of ice on her lap and starts to walk away…..


Jane: “Why are ya leavin’ this here!?”

Celeste: “For your eye and lip mummy.”

Jane: “I told ya already that I didn’t need this!”

Celeste: “I’m sorry mummy, I was trying to help.”

Jane: “Ya want ta help me!? Then stay outta my life! Get back in yer room and leave me alone! There, that’s how ya help me Celeste.”


Celeste starts to cry a little before walking back to the room and dodging the ice pack Jane threw at her on the way to her bedroom. She sits back and drinks her beer before taking another drag from her joint. In her bedroom Celeste jumps back on the bed with tears in her eyes, holding Ms. Pannabaker snug on her chest, she starts to rock back and forth….


Celeste: “Lullaby and good night, with roses bedight, with lilies o’erspread, is my baby’s wee bed. Lay you down now and rest, may your slumber be blessed. Lullaby and good night, thy mother’s delight, bright angels beside. My darling abide. They will guard thee at rest…..Thou shalt wake on my breast…..”


She continues to sing her nursery rhyme to Ms. Pannabaker, afraid and alone knowing that her mother doesn’t want her anywhere near here…..








Celeste stands in front of the mirror holding Ms. Pannabaker, she is looking away, wanting that reflection of her to disappear, a recessed memory, a fear of being ugly and now confused as to why it’s resurfacing in the first place. She doesn’t understand why her ugly side continues to want to come out, why does it want to argue with her, why is she in self-conflict when all the young Mallory wants is to live life and succeed, make her mother proud and show that nothing will hold her down….

Finally, she opens her eyes and looks into the mirror and still sees her own ugly reflection….

“You think I was going away?”

Celeste: “You’re just jealous, you want me to be miserable is all! That’s it isn’t it!? You want me to be miserable well I am not! I won’t be miserable, you can’t stop me from having fun, you can’t stop me from living my life! Mother said I could have fun so ha! She said I could treat myself so go away! I’m going out, I’m going to hang out with Ryan Jones and if you don’t like it then fuck you!”

“Does he know the truth? What about Victor Mason? Robbie Octavius? Does he know just how ugly and dirty you are inside? Does he get it? Dr. Killian tried to warn you but you didn’t listen and now look? So desperate and lonely, wanting that little bit of a rub from men that only want your body.”

Celeste: “Lies! That is not true!”

“Oh but it is Celeste…..it is…..”

Celeste: “No it isn’t. See, I’m beautiful and I’m dangerous, I am sadistic and I will do whatever it takes to be World Champion!”


The ugly Celeste stares back at her for a moment before she starts to laugh, Celeste Mallory tries to keep herself calm while her ugly side continues to mock her….


“Oh poor Celeste, the Pretty Little Devil is getting mad……"

Celeste: “Shut up.”

“What’s the matter? Afraid that the truth hurts and sooner or later they will see you for who you are Celeste? What’s going to happen when Robbie, Ricky, Peyton, Ryan, Jack and anyone else you win over going to do when they see ME!?”

Celeste: “NO!”


Without a second thought Celeste takes her heel off and hurls it at the Mirror cracking it. She stares for a second before noticing her ugly version is still there staring at her between all the cracks, Celeste looks back, she squints her eyes closed for a moment, opens them back up and she sees her beautiful self in the reflection…..


Celeste: “I win….bitch.”


She scoops down, grabs her heel and puts it on her foot before looking down at Ms. Pannabaker, her doll and brushing back her hair…..


Celeste:“Don’t worry, she’s never coming back…..she’s never coming back.”


Her blue eyes slowly glance at the mirror where she sees nothing, instead she holds her doll in an embrace, dancing a little before heading out to have a good time with her friends. Her lips start to whisper…..


Celeste: “Lullaby and good night, with roses bedight, with lilies o’erspread, is my baby’s wee bed. Lay you down now and rest, may your slumber be blessed. Lullaby and good night, thy mother’s delight, bright angels beside. My darling abide. They will guard thee at rest…..Thou shalt wake on my breast…..”

ALPHA AND OMEGA

The Scene Opens…


The Liberty Bell is an iconic symbol of American independence, located in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania inside the famous Independence National Historic Park. The Bell is a tourist attraction that millions visit every single day and here is where we find the beautiful and sadistic, Celeste Mallory, the UCI Rising Stars Champion and a woman who is on a tear lately with a chance to gain a shot at the World Championship through the Killing Floor match where qualifiers will begin on Overload this week. For Celeste though she has a different task at hand as she will be wrestling at Jayson Price’s special event, A Nightmare on South Street against one of the Guardian’s, Jay Omega. Now for Celeste this is an opportunity to make a name for herself to other eyes outside of the UCI, which in the last few months in the promotion she has already established herself as one of the young stars of this company and maybe a future Hall of Famer….

Celeste is out to prove that and this event in Philadelphia is simply another stepping stone on her quest to reach the very top but Jay Omega will be no easy task. A Guardian and a man who had made some waves in the UCI before. This was more than a showcase for the Pretty Little Devil, she had to keep riding that momentum after a count out loss a few weeks ago, at Rite of Passage she retained and it was looking up for her there but let us not forget that Celeste also has to deal with her mother, Mary Beth Mallory, a woman that expects results and knows just how far she can go….

It was time for Celeste to shine.

She wore ripped jeans and a pink leather jacket, her form fitting shirt was black matching her open toed boots with the white nail polish. Her long chocolate hair hung down her back, perfectly made up and looking as sexy one can get. Celeste stands next to the Liberty Bell as the camera begins to record….


REC:


The gorgeous Celeste looks into the camera on a somewhat chilly day in Philadelphia, she starts to speak in her very adoring and cute girly voice with the slight British accent…..



“…"Proclaim LIBERTY throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof,". That is what’s engraved right on the crack of the famous Liberty Bell. Corinthian’s 25:10, a passage from the bible that was used to best describe this symbol of hope and freedom. In its first toll the bell cracked making it the now famous piece of history that so many people come to see. This bell reminds me of ambiguity, being uncertain of what the future brings yet giving each person that was sold in the belief of independence something to fight for. Isn’t that what we do these days?

Fight?

There are so many battles waging on right now throughout this dangerous world we live in. In Africa alone the warlords continue to murder the innocent for power, in Europe terrorism is at an all-time high, refugees are seeking political asylum, sects of governments within our own country have relegated to slinging mud, denigration and libel acts of desperation to make oneself worthy of our votes. Yes, the days of problems existing on whether you should use a black or blue pen at school or if that hot guy or gal feels the same about you are long gone. We live in an existence where Zombie Apocalypse’s are becoming a reality, children are not educated enough to come to their own conclusions and the Social world has “Unwritten Rules” that demand you follow in acts of treason in any other country….

All of this and here is little ol’ me quietly moving up the ranks of the UCI and now I get the opportunity to challenge for a shot at the World Championship JUST LIKE THAT. Have we not learned by now that no matter how many times you sweep it under the rug, it will never disappear, instead the problem or the action you continuously try to avoid will only harness and make itself bigger? I walked into the UCI with NO fanfare, NO history and NO welcome. The red carpet wasn’t rolled out for me, the balloons didn’t come from the rafters and we certainly didn’t see some promotional vignettes hyping my arrival….

We saw me….

Aren’t I pretty?”


She sticks out her tongue and giggles a little before brushing her hair back, the beautiful Celeste leans against the railing to the Liberty Bell, looking down at her finger and toe nails. She checks to make sure she truly is the Pretty Little Devil that she is. Celeste is pumped to be a part of this special event, she was hesitant at first but has decided that she definitely wanted to participate and continue her role though she would be taking a chance and possibly even kill her momentum but those were risks she had to take. Her blue eyes gaze back into the camera…..


“That was a rhetorical question, I don’t need an answer that I already know. See UCI and the fans that support this company, the wrestling business has turned the blind eye and not wanting to accept the change evolution has brought to the forefront. Oh no, you sit back and support of find entertaining by immortalizing men like Alex Richards and Gravedigger.

Men that amass God-Like powers in the mainstream media by your mindless backing, the adoring fans that stand behind their anointed Champions yet they do not realize that while the masses stand behind so many, they in turn would never reciprocate that act but what you fail to understand is that even Gods can be brought to their knees for they are only as good as their followers and what will you do when they no longer hold that which is true to them or you in the definition of stature and careers boasted…

That of Champions.

What would their worth be? The faith lost in the helpless actions you will witness this Sunday night. What about me, the once proud Rising Stars Champion? Is this what it has come down to? Like the Three Kings who mounted their horses bearing gifts only to FAIL you, each one will see this impasse and fall in defeat when the time comes quietly at the hands of the “Risen” while the tears stream down your faces watching these Gods fall in battle.

Now I could stand here and talk about Blanche Corrigan who seems to have left on a jet plane and I don’t know when she will be back again…or Mr. Michal Whin who dances better than he capitalizes on things but hey, I made up for what I did, no hard feelings sweetie. No, instead we have Jay Omega, Mr. Omega, I will say that I do not know too much about you and I really don’t care to. This match to me is the equivalent of an owner and his hunting dog, the owner points, the dog hunts. In this case it is none other than Jayson Price, a man that I have come to like a lot and respect, the prey….

Jay Omega.”


The beautiful and devilish minx cracks a small smile with her plump red lips before looking up at the sky for a moment. She stares as if she tries to see if there are planets, maybe even a spaceship in view. Her hand slowly is used as a shield to the sun, blocking the hazy sun that bounces off her icy blue eyes. Celeste isn’t going to fool anyone, she doesn’t know much about her opponent, Jay Omega and she isn’t going to pretend that she does. The young Mallory will never try to look intelligent or informed, instead she would rather just speak from experience if that and continue on her own experience, she has a goal, a purpose and soon all will know, if asking to be in the Killing Floor match wasn’t enough, there will be a lot more of surprises from the young upstart. She continues to address the camera…..


“Mr. Omega, the last letter in the Greek Alphabet with a value of 800. It means the “Great O”, we also relate it to the “End”. Now what exactly is the end Mr. Omega, I am sure that in your case you adopted the name in your “space” travels because Omega refers to the density of the universe, well that is all good with a cherry on top but as you can well see that is all useless information that your normal 24-year-old college graduate these days wouldn’t know….

It is sad, no complaints from me.

Now Mr. Omega you are part of the Guardians, not the former tag team Champions in Bonnie Blue and Polar Phantasm that recently lost to my bestie, Jack Schlongson and his troglodyte partner, Andre Holmes that continues to fil Social Media and the UCI Television airwaves with Monotonous Humdrum. I personally will tell you the absolute truth Mr. Omega as I have nothing to hide, I know little about you and I’d like to keep It that way. I instead am going to try and relate to you in many ways and tap into the geek inside of me, now I never attended college Mr. Omega, my Mother home schooled me, you see, I never played well with others when I was younger, I had a tendency of being different, I was that awkward kid in school that the other boys and girls made fun of. They thought I was weird, I was ugly, I believed that Neil Armstrong did indeed walk on the moon, July 20, 1969. I told mother I wanted to be well educated, why should I have to suffer because kids didn’t like me, they thought I was too different for them when in reality…..

They were different, not me.

Mr. Omega, you are a man that comes from wealth, someone that has had everything he could ever want and instead you chose to wrestle, protect the galaxy and most importantly be a liaison to us and the worlds that surround us, it takes a lot of courage to step away from a life like that, privileged and instead choosing to fight against those that stand in your way. I was not given those same opportunities, instead all I ever did was survive from home to home and I took the initiative to feed my mind and know what most people don’t know and that has led me to one conclusion….

You sir are full of shit.”


Celeste arches her eyebrow, she is fully aware that Jay Omega is a dreamer, maybe a science fiction nerd that was lost in his own dementia. A man that obviously has taken his gimmick to heart and in a way that makes Celeste simply just roll her eyes. The young Mallory is not impressed at all, she doesn’t care for caricatures and in this instance she only sees a man that is standing in her way from making another impression to those that are watching A Nightmare on South Street. Celeste chuckles a little before looking back into the camera and continuing to speak in her adorable girly voice…..


“I am a realist and though I like pretty things, enjoy a good science fiction movie, maybe a good comic book or video game from time to time I also know that we are not in Star Trek, Star Wars or any fantastical make believe world whose names are made out of a bowl of Alphabet soup. The reality is at Nightmare on South Street it will live up exactly to that name. I am not here to attend some comic con. I did not sign up to take a trip to an observatory to see stars and name constellations. I didn’t buy a movie ticket to see the next action movie made by Marvel where a group of “deplorables”, no not Trump supporters, band together to stop an alien dictator from taking over the Galaxy…..

I came to wrestle and hurt you Mr. Omega.

In my time while sitting at home and learning, mother never wanted me to learn the bad habits of others, get involved in their existence and you know why? It wasn’t real. They created that façade, an imaginary wall that for most felt defended them. Much like UCI. The walls were built to be your city, a place that can be inhabited while living amongst the free, guilty and corrupt. How much longer did you think your way of life would sustain? The rippling effect of the sins committed in the UCI or this sport in itself go unpunished? Your make believe Mr. Omega has become that sanctuary and so I ask….

Is your sanctuary truly safe?

Did you mother cuddle you in tightly before kissing you on the forehead and wishing a good night? Maybe it was that time the “Sandman” would come and sprinkle his gold dust into your eyes as you drift away into never-never land. Those were the peaceful nights where dreams may come, safety and security were nuzzled under your blanket and nothing could harm you in the outside world. This was your creation, one from which you saw within your own psyche and how you perceive this sphere you walk among like a parasite in the microcosm……

The lies you have foretold yourself and began to believe.

Arrogance, hubris and vanity all words that best describe this fortitude behind the tall structure that protect the monsters from coming into this bubble of aegis. I think it is safe to say your bubble has burst. The closet door has opened and the monsters have come out to play. The UCI like other promotions and even A Nightmare on South Street have become like I have aforementioned in the past, Sodom and Gomorrah harvesting the sick idealism that this impenetrable fortress can withstand the invading armies, those that come to liberate and watch the bright flames burn the flesh of the unforgiven, the sadist whose conceit have driven them to their demise in front of the people that believed in them….

Those that held on to these falsifications that they cannot be hurt in a Galaxy Far, Far Away has come to serve one single purpose….

A break in the Time Continuum?

No Mr. Omega….a black hole of deceit.”


The gorgeous Celeste starts to walk away from the Liberty Bell, she starts to make her way down the park, looking around for a brief moment before brushing her hair back again, she slowly looks up back into the camera and starts to smirk before speaking….


“At Nightmare on South Street Mr. Omega we will find the true definition to your name sake and while it may not be exactly defined in front of your eyes at this very moment, tonight it will be. The streets of Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love, a place that would rather watch you bleed out on the street than give you a helping hand has harbored some of the most violent and intense matches in this sport. This is where my mother became famous, it was here that her sadism once again showed just how exactly she made her name and for those that didn’t believe, the stories are still true of the men she crucified, the women she mutilated and the characters she laid to rest in the unmarked graves of professional wrestling….

Now I on the other hand, am Pretty in Pink, I’m not going to hurt you Mr. Omega, I instead am going to take the educated route, I rather play namesake and have you represent the word “Omega” like is should….

So in front of thousands watching the First Night of this glorious even, I will leave something that even Night 2 will not be able to top my friend…..

I’m going to END you.

Oh Mr. Omega, please understand this is simply me helping you reach the calling you have vowed to take. As you ascend into space, One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind just like Neil Armstrong. With that said, I truly hope you can find it in your heart to one day analyze this night and understand the meaning behind your demise. Do you see the Rising Stars Championship over my shoulder?

Oh no Mr. Omega, that title is long gone, I traded it in for a spot in the Killing Floor match and I feel like I need to practice just a little so please, give me the honor so that I can go to Infinity and Beyond….

As the stars align and the End is Nigh….”


She walks up to the camera and smirks, whispering a little after letting out a small giggle…..


“It’s a Guardian thing right? Well, just remember Mr. Omega, I’m the Alpha, one book closes and another simply starts telling its tale, for we will make our own little world of “Pain and Pleasure”….

Teaching you a lesson that is quite easy even for you to remember….”


Celeste smiles….


“The Devil’s In The Pretty.”


The Devilish Mallory winks and laughs a little….




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