Post by Mandie Wheeler on Jul 31, 2016 15:35:29 GMT -6
OOC:Sorry guys it's not my best. Trying to get used to an early deadline. Used to mainly midnight dealines but will adjust quickly. I hope? Anyways enjoy! 
Man I am fading fast and can't believe how much I screwed my life up. I mean I did a lot of good but then the alcohol and drugs started coming in in the latter years. I tried to fight the urges but I just couldn't. I mean I could have but I was weak at the time. I needed quick fixes to forget my problems. I needed a way t o escape reality be cause back then reality wasn't good for me. Sure after I left home things picked up for me and I had fun but then the fun left as all the backstabbing and screw jobs got to me. I knew wrestling was a rough business. I knew what was gonna happen but it was like a bad wreck; you see it coming but you just can't look away. Well something like that? Hell, I could have walked away and went into modeling but that was never me. Sure I had the looks and all but I wanted to fight. I wanted to prove I was the best in the world. I wanted to channel all that pent up rage in me and use it in a sorta positive way but look where it got me?
No not the business but me and my actions. I am laying here almost dead because I made the wrong choices. I dunno who's hearing this or who will but I hope when my story is told they will learn from it and not go down the same path. I hope they do take the good I did and use that properly. I hope they learn from my mistakes and don't repeat them but history is funny that way huh? I mean I bet I am doing what someone else has done and it's not funny. Man I can hear the sirens as the ambulance is coming for me and either I'll be dead before they get here or arrive D.O.A. Either way my time is up and it's just a matter of going through the motions. I am at peace with what I have done and in the afterlife I accept the consequences.
That was a great day two weeks ago and every since that day I haven't had a bad day or if I did I just ignored it. I am so happy and so ready to wrestle. I finally got a few hours on Saturdays now for myself as me and my mom had a long argument. She agreed I needed some time so she allowed me to do what I wanted on Saturdays. I was walking around the neighborhood trying to stay out of trouble.
As I walked I saw a flier on a telephone pole and read it. STW Wrestling is what it said and there were a few matches on it. I smiled to myself as there was an open challenge. I decided to go check it out and found it was in a backyard. Didn't take long to realize it was backyard wrestling and that meant I had an opportunity to answer that challenge. Sure I didn't have the training to wrestle but I knew how to fight.
I saw the show and everything was good; bloody but good. Then the challenge was made by a young woman named Suicide Cindy she stood in the middle of the makeshift ring and looked around. I took a deep breathe and stepped up. I made my way into the ring and she smirked nodding at me as I was super thin and not very tall. I didn't smile I was ready for a fight.
We felt eachother out and then all out. It didn't take long for us to bust eachother open. I tried my best but one slip and she got the upper hand and everything went black. I woke up in the hospital trying to figure out what happened. I tried to sit-up but grimaced as I grabbed my ribs. The nurse looked at me and just nodded. I eyed her with a face that could kill.
I wasn't a doctor but it didn't take me long to figure out I either had bruised ribs or cracked ones. As I laid there in the bed the doctor came in.
“Well it looks like you finally woke-up Miss Wheeler. You took quite a nasty fall.”
I just looked at him and and half smiled.
“Well, it looks like you got some bruised ribs and a nasty concussion; but you'll live and be fine in a few weeks.”
“A few weeks?”
“Yes Miss wheeler... a few weeks but don't worry you'll be fine.”
I opened and closed my eyes a bit and just accepted my fate. I hated what happened but it is what it is and I couldn't do anything about it. I was bitter but alive and that's where my rage began to fester.
I now have a win under my belt and it feels great. I am so happy I didn't screw up as that was the biggest thing I was afraid of doing. I didn't want to be that rookie that botched everything. Good thing I didn't botch anything. I backed my words up and made the cut for Beachmania and it's against Chris Cane. I sigh a bit as I heard some things about him and it kinda is annoying that I am not being put against someone that wants to be here. Instead I am facing a self serving idiot.
Oh well so be it I am not mad I am just happy I made the cut. Maybe next match will be a better match? Nah, this is an alright match I can't let it get to my head what people say. I mean after all he might just be the fight I am looking for? The n again maybe I'd get a better fight form a two year old? I guess that;s the breaks in this business when you are starting out. I am in the middle of the show so that's a positive thing to look at.
I am nervous as this is my first pay-per-view and it's a big show for me. I have to show-up clear headed and ready to do what needs to be done. I can't let anything cloud my mind. I need to be one hundred percent focused; not that I am not but these butterflies in my stomach are getting to me and making me queezie and I haven't been able to hold anything down. To much info I know right but hey that's me. I don't hold back what I think or feel. I just do it or say it. I am sweaty as hell because I just finished my warm-up and getting g ready for my work-out and then sparring in the evening but right now I am gonna say a few words to my opponent this coming Sunday but first I need to get my phone. Yeah, lame but hey it's better then nothing. I go to get my phone and start to film myself as I begin to speak to Chris Cane.
”Hello world! Hope everyone is well and in high spirits? Me, I am actually pretty damn happy but nervous as hell. I won my fist match against Chase Scott and I want to take this opportunity to thank him for the match. So, Chase Scott thank you and good luck in your future endeavors. No,hard feelings right? I mean you did your best and it just wasn't good enough on that night. Hell, I bet you didn't except this girl to give you a fight huh? Nah, you thought this little rookie was easy pickings but she proved you wrong. Yeah, she kicked your ass and made you tap. Well, good luck cause you're gonna need it. Now, onto my opponent.”
I pause for a moment before I on.
”Now, Chris I am sorry for what I am about to do to you but it's not personal. Nope this is just business. I am going out there to that ring and I am gonna kick your ass from pillar to post and back not out of disrespect but out of pure respect. Yup, I am gonna give you everything I have and more because I respect you. ** Slightly chuckling** Actually I am don't respect you. No, respect is something you need to earn and you haven't earned my respect.
I know how this sounds but it is what it is and that's the way it's gonna be. I am not one that just respects everyone but at the same time I do. I respect the fact that everyone I face has laced up their boots and has risked their life everytime they step into the ring; but I don't respect them until they give me a fight. Are you gonna give me that fight? Are you Chris Cane gonna give me the fight I am seeking? Nope, but you sure as hell are gonna try right?
I mean you are gonna be the little engine that could and keep telling yourself I think I can but unlike that engine that climbed the hill you will fail. Why? Because I am Mandie Wheeler and I am better then you. I am your wet dream nightmare come true. Just like I told Chase I am gonna scar your mind. I am gonna leave you lying in the middle of that ring after you tap wondering what the hell just happened? By the time you figure that out it will be too late. As I will be in the lockeroom getting ready to celebrate my victory over you. Don't get upset as that's just how it is. I go to the ring, beat your ass, win, and go back to the lockeroom and then repeat the process allover again the next time I face someone.
I know how I sound but when you know you have the goods and can back it up you have the right to say what I am saying. I know you have trained for years and on countless titles and that's fine but you are comfortably numb where you are at and you don't have that hunger I do. I haven't won gold. I haven't done anything special just yet and that desire to want to be the best is what is driving me. Will I fall on my face at times? You bet your ass I will but not against the likes of you. No, at Beachmania I am gonna thrive. I am gonna make you tap because I want this more then you do. I want to show them I am the best. Sure my promos as of yet have sucked ass but trust me I am gonna get better and besides it's not hat you say but what you do in-between those ropes. You wanna come out and talk down on me fine but know this...”
I run my free hand through my hair as the picture is a bit jumbled due to me walking around and getting excited again. The picture finally clears up as I stop walking around.
“...I am not a good girl nor a bad girl I am just that girl. I am that girl that's gonna give you everything I have and more. I am that girl that's gonna take every dream you ever had and make it come true only to crush it. Why? Because I wanna see the look of disappointment on your face when I do. I am tat girl that's gonna beat your ass so bad you will have no choice but to tap out. Are you starting to notice a trend here? Are you starting to realize that I am the girl that's gonna make you wish you had never stepped foot inside a wrestling ring? I am the girl that's gonna push you harder then anyone could ever do. Yup, I am gonna make you go to places you didn't even know you had but that still won't be enough.
I am going into Beachmania with more confidence than I have ever had and also more nervous then I have ever been. Still, I am gonna do what I need to do. I don't care if you like me or not. The fact of the matter is you're in my way and I can't allow you to stop me from climbing that ladder. I can't allow you to be the guy that beats me. Nope you aren't worthy to be the one to hand me my first loss. Hell, you aren't even worthy to lace-up my boots but it is what it is and I am gonna make the most of this opportunity to show the world whom Mandie Wheeler is and if you don't like what I have said or done then stop me!! I dare you to stop me. Hing is Chris you won't stop me. Not for lack of trying but because you don't have that hunger. You're not thirsty enough to want to beat me. You want everything handed to you because you feel you're better then everyone but you're not. You're just a sad little boy trapped in a man's body and in this case just another victim. I am gonna enjoy taking you apart and making you tap out! Maybe...just maybe; I'll do the world a favor and break your arm.”
I smile a bit even though I am dead serious.
“No, I mean it. I mean it sounds harsh as we don't know eachother nor have we crossed paths in anyway shape or form, but I don't like you. I don't like anybody so don't take it personal. Actually scratch that...take it as personal as you want because then maybe just maybe you have a chance at beating me but until you step-up to the plate and swing for the fences you'll just be another...you guessed it victim. Just remember I am not just another pretty face. I am the face that's gonna...I let that linger.”[/color]
I say with a slight smile as I press they stop button and then send the video to UCI headquarters so they can air it. I then proceed to out it away and head out the door as I am getting ready to work-out.
Year 2086
Man I am fading fast and can't believe how much I screwed my life up. I mean I did a lot of good but then the alcohol and drugs started coming in in the latter years. I tried to fight the urges but I just couldn't. I mean I could have but I was weak at the time. I needed quick fixes to forget my problems. I needed a way t o escape reality be cause back then reality wasn't good for me. Sure after I left home things picked up for me and I had fun but then the fun left as all the backstabbing and screw jobs got to me. I knew wrestling was a rough business. I knew what was gonna happen but it was like a bad wreck; you see it coming but you just can't look away. Well something like that? Hell, I could have walked away and went into modeling but that was never me. Sure I had the looks and all but I wanted to fight. I wanted to prove I was the best in the world. I wanted to channel all that pent up rage in me and use it in a sorta positive way but look where it got me?
No not the business but me and my actions. I am laying here almost dead because I made the wrong choices. I dunno who's hearing this or who will but I hope when my story is told they will learn from it and not go down the same path. I hope they do take the good I did and use that properly. I hope they learn from my mistakes and don't repeat them but history is funny that way huh? I mean I bet I am doing what someone else has done and it's not funny. Man I can hear the sirens as the ambulance is coming for me and either I'll be dead before they get here or arrive D.O.A. Either way my time is up and it's just a matter of going through the motions. I am at peace with what I have done and in the afterlife I accept the consequences.
Year 2006
That was a great day two weeks ago and every since that day I haven't had a bad day or if I did I just ignored it. I am so happy and so ready to wrestle. I finally got a few hours on Saturdays now for myself as me and my mom had a long argument. She agreed I needed some time so she allowed me to do what I wanted on Saturdays. I was walking around the neighborhood trying to stay out of trouble.
As I walked I saw a flier on a telephone pole and read it. STW Wrestling is what it said and there were a few matches on it. I smiled to myself as there was an open challenge. I decided to go check it out and found it was in a backyard. Didn't take long to realize it was backyard wrestling and that meant I had an opportunity to answer that challenge. Sure I didn't have the training to wrestle but I knew how to fight.
I saw the show and everything was good; bloody but good. Then the challenge was made by a young woman named Suicide Cindy she stood in the middle of the makeshift ring and looked around. I took a deep breathe and stepped up. I made my way into the ring and she smirked nodding at me as I was super thin and not very tall. I didn't smile I was ready for a fight.
We felt eachother out and then all out. It didn't take long for us to bust eachother open. I tried my best but one slip and she got the upper hand and everything went black. I woke up in the hospital trying to figure out what happened. I tried to sit-up but grimaced as I grabbed my ribs. The nurse looked at me and just nodded. I eyed her with a face that could kill.
I wasn't a doctor but it didn't take me long to figure out I either had bruised ribs or cracked ones. As I laid there in the bed the doctor came in.
“Well it looks like you finally woke-up Miss Wheeler. You took quite a nasty fall.”
I just looked at him and and half smiled.
“Well, it looks like you got some bruised ribs and a nasty concussion; but you'll live and be fine in a few weeks.”
“A few weeks?”
“Yes Miss wheeler... a few weeks but don't worry you'll be fine.”
I opened and closed my eyes a bit and just accepted my fate. I hated what happened but it is what it is and I couldn't do anything about it. I was bitter but alive and that's where my rage began to fester.
Present Day
I now have a win under my belt and it feels great. I am so happy I didn't screw up as that was the biggest thing I was afraid of doing. I didn't want to be that rookie that botched everything. Good thing I didn't botch anything. I backed my words up and made the cut for Beachmania and it's against Chris Cane. I sigh a bit as I heard some things about him and it kinda is annoying that I am not being put against someone that wants to be here. Instead I am facing a self serving idiot.
Oh well so be it I am not mad I am just happy I made the cut. Maybe next match will be a better match? Nah, this is an alright match I can't let it get to my head what people say. I mean after all he might just be the fight I am looking for? The n again maybe I'd get a better fight form a two year old? I guess that;s the breaks in this business when you are starting out. I am in the middle of the show so that's a positive thing to look at.
I am nervous as this is my first pay-per-view and it's a big show for me. I have to show-up clear headed and ready to do what needs to be done. I can't let anything cloud my mind. I need to be one hundred percent focused; not that I am not but these butterflies in my stomach are getting to me and making me queezie and I haven't been able to hold anything down. To much info I know right but hey that's me. I don't hold back what I think or feel. I just do it or say it. I am sweaty as hell because I just finished my warm-up and getting g ready for my work-out and then sparring in the evening but right now I am gonna say a few words to my opponent this coming Sunday but first I need to get my phone. Yeah, lame but hey it's better then nothing. I go to get my phone and start to film myself as I begin to speak to Chris Cane.
”Hello world! Hope everyone is well and in high spirits? Me, I am actually pretty damn happy but nervous as hell. I won my fist match against Chase Scott and I want to take this opportunity to thank him for the match. So, Chase Scott thank you and good luck in your future endeavors. No,hard feelings right? I mean you did your best and it just wasn't good enough on that night. Hell, I bet you didn't except this girl to give you a fight huh? Nah, you thought this little rookie was easy pickings but she proved you wrong. Yeah, she kicked your ass and made you tap. Well, good luck cause you're gonna need it. Now, onto my opponent.”
I pause for a moment before I on.
”Now, Chris I am sorry for what I am about to do to you but it's not personal. Nope this is just business. I am going out there to that ring and I am gonna kick your ass from pillar to post and back not out of disrespect but out of pure respect. Yup, I am gonna give you everything I have and more because I respect you. ** Slightly chuckling** Actually I am don't respect you. No, respect is something you need to earn and you haven't earned my respect.
I know how this sounds but it is what it is and that's the way it's gonna be. I am not one that just respects everyone but at the same time I do. I respect the fact that everyone I face has laced up their boots and has risked their life everytime they step into the ring; but I don't respect them until they give me a fight. Are you gonna give me that fight? Are you Chris Cane gonna give me the fight I am seeking? Nope, but you sure as hell are gonna try right?
I mean you are gonna be the little engine that could and keep telling yourself I think I can but unlike that engine that climbed the hill you will fail. Why? Because I am Mandie Wheeler and I am better then you. I am your wet dream nightmare come true. Just like I told Chase I am gonna scar your mind. I am gonna leave you lying in the middle of that ring after you tap wondering what the hell just happened? By the time you figure that out it will be too late. As I will be in the lockeroom getting ready to celebrate my victory over you. Don't get upset as that's just how it is. I go to the ring, beat your ass, win, and go back to the lockeroom and then repeat the process allover again the next time I face someone.
I know how I sound but when you know you have the goods and can back it up you have the right to say what I am saying. I know you have trained for years and on countless titles and that's fine but you are comfortably numb where you are at and you don't have that hunger I do. I haven't won gold. I haven't done anything special just yet and that desire to want to be the best is what is driving me. Will I fall on my face at times? You bet your ass I will but not against the likes of you. No, at Beachmania I am gonna thrive. I am gonna make you tap because I want this more then you do. I want to show them I am the best. Sure my promos as of yet have sucked ass but trust me I am gonna get better and besides it's not hat you say but what you do in-between those ropes. You wanna come out and talk down on me fine but know this...”
I run my free hand through my hair as the picture is a bit jumbled due to me walking around and getting excited again. The picture finally clears up as I stop walking around.
“...I am not a good girl nor a bad girl I am just that girl. I am that girl that's gonna give you everything I have and more. I am that girl that's gonna take every dream you ever had and make it come true only to crush it. Why? Because I wanna see the look of disappointment on your face when I do. I am tat girl that's gonna beat your ass so bad you will have no choice but to tap out. Are you starting to notice a trend here? Are you starting to realize that I am the girl that's gonna make you wish you had never stepped foot inside a wrestling ring? I am the girl that's gonna push you harder then anyone could ever do. Yup, I am gonna make you go to places you didn't even know you had but that still won't be enough.
I am going into Beachmania with more confidence than I have ever had and also more nervous then I have ever been. Still, I am gonna do what I need to do. I don't care if you like me or not. The fact of the matter is you're in my way and I can't allow you to stop me from climbing that ladder. I can't allow you to be the guy that beats me. Nope you aren't worthy to be the one to hand me my first loss. Hell, you aren't even worthy to lace-up my boots but it is what it is and I am gonna make the most of this opportunity to show the world whom Mandie Wheeler is and if you don't like what I have said or done then stop me!! I dare you to stop me. Hing is Chris you won't stop me. Not for lack of trying but because you don't have that hunger. You're not thirsty enough to want to beat me. You want everything handed to you because you feel you're better then everyone but you're not. You're just a sad little boy trapped in a man's body and in this case just another victim. I am gonna enjoy taking you apart and making you tap out! Maybe...just maybe; I'll do the world a favor and break your arm.”
I smile a bit even though I am dead serious.
“No, I mean it. I mean it sounds harsh as we don't know eachother nor have we crossed paths in anyway shape or form, but I don't like you. I don't like anybody so don't take it personal. Actually scratch that...take it as personal as you want because then maybe just maybe you have a chance at beating me but until you step-up to the plate and swing for the fences you'll just be another...you guessed it victim. Just remember I am not just another pretty face. I am the face that's gonna...I let that linger.”[/color]
I say with a slight smile as I press they stop button and then send the video to UCI headquarters so they can air it. I then proceed to out it away and head out the door as I am getting ready to work-out.
