Perfect Doll.
NAME: Sophia HalterNICKNAMES: Soph
AGE: 23
GENDER: Female
HAIR: Naturally Brown
EYES: Brown
MARITAL STATUS: Single.
SEXUALITY: Bi
OCCUPATION: Wrestler
---Scene - ???
The song is low, softly played throughout whatever space it may be drifting. The final verse is played as the music faded off leaving room for two voices to occupy the space. The radio host, Jeremy, began to start of the show with excitement.
“Welcome back, everyone! Today was have ECWF's Extreme Champ on live with us!”
A woman cleared her throat in a simple manner to symbolize her presence.
“Hello.”
“Hi there, Sophia! So how are you today?”
“Tired. I have been hard at work training.”
“Right! You got an exciting title defense coming up!”
“I do have a title defense rather soon.”
“Why don't you share your thoughts with the viewers!”
“Hmm... The Extreme title is where it belongs. It's mine... I want to keep it until someone worthy comes. I don't mean someone with “amazing” skills or a huge ego or someone who can talk a lot of smack. Certainly don't want someone grasping for insults take it. I want someone who will care for it. It is not a joke title as ECWF makes it out to be- it is just as important as the world title in my eyes. That is why I refuse to lose to Lacey Allen.”
“So you aren't worried about Lacey?”
“No...”
“Not trapped up in the hyped around her? Do you believe that is due to you not having knowledge of her? Underestimating her a little bit?”
“No, you misunderstand. The problem doesn’t lie in what I do or don’t know about Lacey. The fact of the matter is that I don’t care who she is, who she thinks she is, or what she tries to tell me on social media. Is, was, just another name on the roster and just another face I passed back stage. It isn’t downplaying her abilities at all. From what I hear she has skills inside the ring but I never paid attention to her until now. Perhaps that is ignorant of me but it wasn’t my goal to focus on anyone else but my title. I have no doubt that she’ll attempt to speak about who she thinks I truly am or what I am capable of but she has no idea. No one in the company has a clue. They try to sound like they do by claiming this or that but in the end it makes them appear foolish. Lacey can claim all the things she wishes about me, disrespect me by downplaying everything I have done but it won’t make me care about her anymore. The only thing I have ever worried about is my Extreme Title.“
“Keeping your mind, uh, plate cleared?”
“Yes.”
“That is a smart plan of attack. So what do you to to unwind from the demanding sport?”
There is a small pause.
“I paint a lot... Read... I like to go down to the beach, maybe jog up and down it.”
“Pretty relaxed things for being an 'Extreme' champion. I figured you fought bears for fun!”
“I guess it is relaxed... but I don't think my personal life really reflects what I do inside the ring, does it? I have ran through traffic for fun though... I was told to not do it again or I might be arrested.”
Jeremy chuckled at this.
“I'd say it would! I don't think drivers take kindly to people randomly running out in front of them. It could lead to death. Maybe a good thing you aren't aloud to.”
“Probably not. I'd lose my title if I was.”
“And we are trying to avoid that from happening!”
“Of course. I can't think of anyone of who wants to lose.”
This amused the radio show host as he laughed once more. Sophia seemed to chuckle a little.
“Right, right! I want to thank you for joining me today! I look forward to watching your title defense against Lacey and wish you luck.“
“Thank you.”
Their voices drift off as another tune begins to play...
---Scene - Stabbing In The Eye.
Some days I believe most of us, wrestlers, forget why we began this hike up the mountain to greatness. It all begins with humble beginnings. Where we are grateful for every opportunity and intrigued by every opponent. When we gave everyone their share-- thought how we could improve and were above the politics that follow wrestling like a rotted stench. We were filled with passion, ambition and dreams to become the 'greatest'.
As we continued down the twisting path it transformed into something we grow to regret. We underestimate everyone, we cut things apart and surround ourselves with other individuals who worship us despite flaws. Egos overtake our mind and we imagine we are greater than what we are. Towards the end, most of us are either the greatest wrestlers or we are the greatest jokes. What determines what we are in the end? What we said? What we did? How many fans we have? Our accomplishments?
I believe we are rewarded things that we don't always deserve... Like titles, like fans, like the status 'legend' or 'elite' or 'strongest', greatest'. Some just played the correct card, they squeezed between the right people and praised the right people. They clung to people who could propel them where they wanted but not where we belonged. Without anyone else correcting the mistake some fall into their own hype changing confidence into ego. Outside of this small protective boundary, mockery hits home while people snark behind their backs. When criticism hits their ears they must shout that they do not care. They joke in return then obsess over proving them wrong. It eats away at them, deep down, because they know those critics are more insightful than they want them to be.
I have often watched ECWF's talent as they squawk their claims then rush around to stab each other with knives. They all cling to other people to provide some sort of protection from whatever it is that scares them. These said groups then find targets to pick on? Though I haven't quite found the reason behind any of these tactics. It's a madhouse of people acting as if they have plans. They stand on their boxes waving around signs about their rights. For fleeting moments I wondered when I would be forced to join them, to swallow their mindless chatter or be force-fed insults that make my skin crawl. I wondered when my body would be sat in one of their 'clubs' so we could do each other's hair and fill each other with more self worth than we deserve. It wasn't just them. It's everywhere. It's an infection. Yet instead I sat myself in a corner, kept my mouth shut and battled for my title. I enjoy the silence.
Yet it always has to come to a close.
Lacey Allen wants my title. For whatever reason she has decided it is hers. I have no chance because I am not 'extreme' enough to go toe-to-toe with Lacey. In order to prove my worth I have to bash Lacey through tables, splintering the wood into a million pieces. I have to watch her climb up a ladder just to send it crashing down and her sprawling out onto the mat. Who are they to determine who I am? My worth? What I am capable of?
They aren't qualified.
None of those people in the those locker rooms are qualified to tell me who I am. So I am going to bash Lacey's head into a table until I change her hair color to red. I'm going to force her up a ladder just to watch her from the sky into the unforgiving ground below. Lacey's neck is going to be snapped in the wrong direction after I smack her with a chair. The taste of dirty pennies is going to be the only thing she'll taste for weeks to come. Never have I wanted to watch someone bleed quite as badly before. I just want to watch Lacey squirm after my title like a little worm battling the sun. Under my foot I will watch her wither. It is a known fact Lacey is slow. She is smaller than I am and breaking her like a twig will be a fucking honor. Bending Lacey's body backwards far enough I bet a few things will disconnect. Oxygen because difficult to swallow when a foot is stomp down to your chest or pressing down against your throat. Just takes a little more pressure to stop it completely. This is a dangerous... idea... This Extreme Title is mine. I want to watch her go after someone else's because this isn't the place for her. She is wearing a weakness like a bright red warning flag just so I can use it against her. Lacey has to be able to wake from her Nice Resting Place to be able to touch my title... I've laid it all out for her... Will she crawl out of that match leaving behind a ruby trail?
I didn't want to have to be so brutal... I wanted a good match... I just wanted to defend my title... I didn't want to have to hurt someone to keep it... I didn't want to have to nearly end someone to hold it...
but I will.
The song is low, softly played throughout whatever space it may be drifting. The final verse is played as the music faded off leaving room for two voices to occupy the space. The radio host, Jeremy, began to start of the show with excitement.
“Welcome back, everyone! Today was have ECWF's Extreme Champ on live with us!”
A woman cleared her throat in a simple manner to symbolize her presence.
“Hello.”
“Hi there, Sophia! So how are you today?”
“Tired. I have been hard at work training.”
“Right! You got an exciting title defense coming up!”
“I do have a title defense rather soon.”
“Why don't you share your thoughts with the viewers!”
“Hmm... The Extreme title is where it belongs. It's mine... I want to keep it until someone worthy comes. I don't mean someone with “amazing” skills or a huge ego or someone who can talk a lot of smack. Certainly don't want someone grasping for insults take it. I want someone who will care for it. It is not a joke title as ECWF makes it out to be- it is just as important as the world title in my eyes. That is why I refuse to lose to Lacey Allen.”
“So you aren't worried about Lacey?”
“No...”
“Not trapped up in the hyped around her? Do you believe that is due to you not having knowledge of her? Underestimating her a little bit?”
“No, you misunderstand. The problem doesn’t lie in what I do or don’t know about Lacey. The fact of the matter is that I don’t care who she is, who she thinks she is, or what she tries to tell me on social media. Is, was, just another name on the roster and just another face I passed back stage. It isn’t downplaying her abilities at all. From what I hear she has skills inside the ring but I never paid attention to her until now. Perhaps that is ignorant of me but it wasn’t my goal to focus on anyone else but my title. I have no doubt that she’ll attempt to speak about who she thinks I truly am or what I am capable of but she has no idea. No one in the company has a clue. They try to sound like they do by claiming this or that but in the end it makes them appear foolish. Lacey can claim all the things she wishes about me, disrespect me by downplaying everything I have done but it won’t make me care about her anymore. The only thing I have ever worried about is my Extreme Title.“
“Keeping your mind, uh, plate cleared?”
“Yes.”
“That is a smart plan of attack. So what do you to to unwind from the demanding sport?”
There is a small pause.
“I paint a lot... Read... I like to go down to the beach, maybe jog up and down it.”
“Pretty relaxed things for being an 'Extreme' champion. I figured you fought bears for fun!”
“I guess it is relaxed... but I don't think my personal life really reflects what I do inside the ring, does it? I have ran through traffic for fun though... I was told to not do it again or I might be arrested.”
Jeremy chuckled at this.
“I'd say it would! I don't think drivers take kindly to people randomly running out in front of them. It could lead to death. Maybe a good thing you aren't aloud to.”
“Probably not. I'd lose my title if I was.”
“And we are trying to avoid that from happening!”
“Of course. I can't think of anyone of who wants to lose.”
This amused the radio show host as he laughed once more. Sophia seemed to chuckle a little.
“Right, right! I want to thank you for joining me today! I look forward to watching your title defense against Lacey and wish you luck.“
“Thank you.”
Their voices drift off as another tune begins to play...
---Scene - Stabbing In The Eye.
Some days I believe most of us, wrestlers, forget why we began this hike up the mountain to greatness. It all begins with humble beginnings. Where we are grateful for every opportunity and intrigued by every opponent. When we gave everyone their share-- thought how we could improve and were above the politics that follow wrestling like a rotted stench. We were filled with passion, ambition and dreams to become the 'greatest'.
As we continued down the twisting path it transformed into something we grow to regret. We underestimate everyone, we cut things apart and surround ourselves with other individuals who worship us despite flaws. Egos overtake our mind and we imagine we are greater than what we are. Towards the end, most of us are either the greatest wrestlers or we are the greatest jokes. What determines what we are in the end? What we said? What we did? How many fans we have? Our accomplishments?
I believe we are rewarded things that we don't always deserve... Like titles, like fans, like the status 'legend' or 'elite' or 'strongest', greatest'. Some just played the correct card, they squeezed between the right people and praised the right people. They clung to people who could propel them where they wanted but not where we belonged. Without anyone else correcting the mistake some fall into their own hype changing confidence into ego. Outside of this small protective boundary, mockery hits home while people snark behind their backs. When criticism hits their ears they must shout that they do not care. They joke in return then obsess over proving them wrong. It eats away at them, deep down, because they know those critics are more insightful than they want them to be.
I have often watched ECWF's talent as they squawk their claims then rush around to stab each other with knives. They all cling to other people to provide some sort of protection from whatever it is that scares them. These said groups then find targets to pick on? Though I haven't quite found the reason behind any of these tactics. It's a madhouse of people acting as if they have plans. They stand on their boxes waving around signs about their rights. For fleeting moments I wondered when I would be forced to join them, to swallow their mindless chatter or be force-fed insults that make my skin crawl. I wondered when my body would be sat in one of their 'clubs' so we could do each other's hair and fill each other with more self worth than we deserve. It wasn't just them. It's everywhere. It's an infection. Yet instead I sat myself in a corner, kept my mouth shut and battled for my title. I enjoy the silence.
Yet it always has to come to a close.
Lacey Allen wants my title. For whatever reason she has decided it is hers. I have no chance because I am not 'extreme' enough to go toe-to-toe with Lacey. In order to prove my worth I have to bash Lacey through tables, splintering the wood into a million pieces. I have to watch her climb up a ladder just to send it crashing down and her sprawling out onto the mat. Who are they to determine who I am? My worth? What I am capable of?
They aren't qualified.
None of those people in the those locker rooms are qualified to tell me who I am. So I am going to bash Lacey's head into a table until I change her hair color to red. I'm going to force her up a ladder just to watch her from the sky into the unforgiving ground below. Lacey's neck is going to be snapped in the wrong direction after I smack her with a chair. The taste of dirty pennies is going to be the only thing she'll taste for weeks to come. Never have I wanted to watch someone bleed quite as badly before. I just want to watch Lacey squirm after my title like a little worm battling the sun. Under my foot I will watch her wither. It is a known fact Lacey is slow. She is smaller than I am and breaking her like a twig will be a fucking honor. Bending Lacey's body backwards far enough I bet a few things will disconnect. Oxygen because difficult to swallow when a foot is stomp down to your chest or pressing down against your throat. Just takes a little more pressure to stop it completely. This is a dangerous... idea... This Extreme Title is mine. I want to watch her go after someone else's because this isn't the place for her. She is wearing a weakness like a bright red warning flag just so I can use it against her. Lacey has to be able to wake from her Nice Resting Place to be able to touch my title... I've laid it all out for her... Will she crawl out of that match leaving behind a ruby trail?
I didn't want to have to be so brutal... I wanted a good match... I just wanted to defend my title... I didn't want to have to hurt someone to keep it... I didn't want to have to nearly end someone to hold it...
but I will.