Post by sweetroxy on Sept 21, 2018 4:47:37 GMT
“Goddamn, you little bitch” She begs. “Please. Stop.”
Mother hasn’t slept for days as she watches the baby cry from the crib as she rocks it side to side with its curved stand. It was only a few days ago when she was introduced to this world, or rather, the world was introduced to it, and she hasn’t stopped crying since. Mother would be impressed with its dedication, but she was too worn out, too tired to think of anything else. She rocks the crib hoping it would help and the little girl would fall asleep, but it made Mother lose her mind more seeing that it didn’t make any difference.
“Did you feed her?” Father said as he sits on the bed. He could get some rest if he wanted to despite the loud cry, but Mother’s discomfort and frustration made it impossible for him to, for it made him worry for her.
“She quiets down when I feed her with the bottle” Mother sighs. “But she starts crying again after I set her down to burp her. I don’t think I can take much more of this.”
She kept rocking the crib side to side. The baby’s cry just gets louder. Mother has no idea what else to do than take her to the hospital and see if there’s anything wrong. Is the baby feeling pain? Is she feeding her the wrong type of milk? This was more than Mother bargained for, and it’s only the start of her life.
“Let’s see a doctor.” Father reads Mother’s mind as clear as water, just by looking at her face.
He gets up from the bed and grabs his keys. Mother carefully holds the baby’s body, supporting her head and carries her in her arms, ready to get her some help.
And then there was silence. The baby stops crying.
It surprised Mother and Father that the baby is starting to fall asleep in her arms. Mother moves her closer to her heart. The baby peacefully falls asleep.
“How ‘bout that, she just wanted to be held. It seems it’s her ‘subtle’ way of formally welcoming you to parenthood.” Father kisses Mother’s forehead and starts to walk to their bed. “You poor little soul”
“It’s okay, Rosanna” Mother looks at her baby and her tiredness was overcome by joy. She feels as if she has finally done one right. “Mother will always take care of you”
Mother could fight off a million opponents in any given week, but this baby was the first time got a dose of a distress and panic, and she knows full well that this is far from over, but she refuses to give up for any reason. If she has to cater to the little girl while ensuring that it would have no effect on her flourishing career, she will do it. For her protection. For the family name.
~ x ~
“What a great time to be alive!” Rosanna sits on a brown sofa with her legs crossed and a smile on her face. She wears a mint green shirt and a white mini-skirt as she begins to make her statement.
“The Queen’s Reincarnation has risen from the ashes, and you have witnessed the prologue of her story when she won her first match in this company and left the LAW arena with a big smile on her face! Oh, if Mother could see me now, she would be so proud! I mean, it’s not really a surprise that I came out victorious after displaying my capabilities, considering that poor unfortunate scrap of a competitor that made a mistake of agreeing to a match against me is a simply a hundred levels below a natural star athlete like me, just like the entire roster. You are all scraps, all faulty and defected, and you’re not good enough to represent this company the way I’ve shed light on what a true top performer must look like, with just one match. There came a time when I no longer needed to be held and pampered and supported, and once that moment hit, I’ve gotten so good at handling any type of adversaries that the World had no choice but to attach the words Gold and Greatness next to the name of Rosanna Vendetta”
“Jealous?” Rosanna chuckles. “You should be.”
“I am the light that shines the dark path. I am the beauty that graces your ugly incompetent faces. The moment I speak, the World bows down for they know that I am a Goddess that graces this earth the moment I was born. Destiny has taken its shape and made way for me throughout my life, and I have continued to go above and beyond the expectations for I refuse to watch back at the sidelines and let others take the stage before I do. What can I say? I am a selfish person. Whether it’s from my genetic-makeup or the strategies I have developed on my own, the only thing I intend on doing is to steer the wheel to my victory. Damnation can’t possibly know what that feels like, they are more concerned about their ideals and background and doing as they see fit than to think of something bigger! They are fixated on causing destruction without a Goddamn plan, to appear as salivating beasts that would maul you in a second without ever considering that muscle is only part of the formula and doesn’t make the entire puzzle, which is why no matter how many wins and losses they’ve endured, not a single soul talks about them the way they talk about me. But Rosanna Vendetta was formed and sculpted to perfection and she was made and trained differently -- I am used to the spectacle. I am used to the spotlight and the millions of people who see me as the freaking Truman show with how much they want to see how my career is going, and time and time again, I never fail to deliver. No matter the type of opponent. So what makes you think that a natural born athlete like me would ever twitch or be startled by facing the Siamese Twins? What makes you believe deep within that heart that a couple of misfits can even touch me in that ring? I could easily smack the taste out of Hayley Valentine’s mouth with my fist the very moment she comes across me. She looks and acts like a run-of-the-mill wrestler who has spent way too much time backyard wrestling because her broke ass couldn’t afford a legitimate training in an actual ring. And Ron De Vil? Are you going to start comparing me to her because she claims to be a second-generation? With the way she is and how she presents herself, looks like daddy got too lazy and just kept telling her “That’s great, sweetie” every time she didn’t miss a punch on the punching bag because he didn’t wanna hurt her feelings. I’ve been smacked around and kicked and gutted and hit with a chair during my training with Mother, I’ve been taught not only to fight but to win by all means necessary, and that’s exactly what I’ll do. I’ll show the world that no matter how many different scary masks Damnation puts on, they are nothing but toxic wastes that will never burst forth towards the spotlight. No one notices you. No one talks about you. And no one will miss you if you’re gone. I don’t know if Kayla Winters would be competent in that ring, but she should feel more than secured when she’s standing alongside Sweet Roxy because it’s the only shot she has for a victory... for nothing beats Perfection like me. For so long, I have witnessed these so-called “wrestlers” make a mockery of the profession my family has been known for. For fuck’s sake, they have suffered and bled and nearly broke themselves just to make a memory that no one would dare forget, and the existence of cretins and the lowest forms of scraps like Damnation puts all that work to shame.”
Rosanna, one over the other, sets her feet on the coffee table, showing off the soles of her shoes. She puts a smirk on her face. “This is where you’ll be after I’m done with you”
“Squashed and broken like bugs, right there at the heel of my boot”
~ x ~