Post by blueeyeddevil on Aug 25, 2013 14:00:09 GMT -5
Info:
Your Name: Randy
Email: peacerandyj@gmail.com
How did you hear about us? a friend of mines
Application:
Wrestler’s Name: Brittany Lohan
Height: 6’
Weight: 175
Alignment: Heel
Hometown: Orlando, Florida
Pic Base: Kaitlyn/Celeste Beryl Bonin
Theme Music: “Lights Out” by Breaking Benjermin
Wrestler Entrance:
‘I am done pretending’
[[ Blasts over the loudspeakers as the lights in the arena go out and the fans instantly start to boo heavily when they recognize whose theme song it is. Just a spotlight focuses on the curtains of the entrances the clips once again fades away into the words that read: “Bleeding you is more than just torment.”
The curtains slowly start to part as Lohan slips through them like a slithering snake. She is soon accompanied by “Typhoid” Mary Mallory. She stops at the top of the ramp and she looks like everything, but relaxed as her whole body is tensed looking like she’s ready to strike at the drop of a dime like a coiled cobra. Her icy eyes pan around the arena and the fans closest to the ramp and she snarls at a few of them get a little too vocal with her. However, the moment that her eyes catch the glimpse of the ring she shuts the fans out and turns all of her attention to the squared circle.]]
‘After the lights go out on you
After your worthless life is through
I will remember how you scream
I can't afford to care
I can't afford to care’
[[ With clenched fists, gritted teeth, and glaring icy eyes… Lohan starts to make her way down to the ring methodically. Mary follows suit, walking with Brittany side by side the entire time. Lohan is taking slow, calculated, but powerful steps towards the ring. Her icy glare is so fixated on the ring that it would seem to appear that she doesn’t realize that the arena is nearly sold out. The way that she looks right now it might as well be empty for all she cares.]]
I am suffocating
You have failed to pull me in
I will drag you down again
Life is unrelenting
Feeding lies into my head
I will feed the lies you live
Now you want to take me down
As if I even care
I am the monster in your head
And I thought you'd learn by now
It seems you haven't yet
I am the venom in your skin
And now your life
Is broken
[[ As she nears the squared circle, Lohan slows down to a snails pace as she proceeds to walk around the perimeter of the ring with her eyes closed. When she’s satisfied she opens her eyes and reaches up to grab the bottom rope with her right hand and pulls herself up onto the apron only allowing one knee to touch before she rolls into the ring. Meanwhile Mary walks over to the announce position, grabs a steel holding chair and places it in front of the ring.
With Britt in the ring she gets on both of her knees, closing her eyes, as she lifts both of her arms up into the air. She holds that position for several seconds before she slows climbs up to her feet, but then as if a switch was flipped somewhere her entire presence changes. It intensifies as she starts to warm up by running off the ropes and doing some stretches as she waits for her victim of the night. Lohan’s video finishes up with the words: “…Just stand there and stare as my world crumbles.” ]]
Character Overview: Brittany is best described as a sociopath, a woman who has no empathy for another human being, who views her opponents as no more than objects for her own amusement, her preferred method of resolution is violence (she does have sexual sadist tendencies)... as long as she can cause/revel in chaos the happier she is. A monster at the worst of times. Somewhat sociable at the best of times.
Wrestling Style: Brawler/Powerhouse/Dirty
Favorite Moves: The Final Solution: Tiger Driver 91/ Yakuza kick, to a seated, kneeling or bent over opponent/Arn Anderson style spinebuster/
Trademark Move(s):
Painfully Perfect
Arn Anderson style spinebuster
3-5 Elbows Drops in Succession
Yakuza kick, to a seated, kneeling or bent over opponent
Description(s):
Painfully Perfect (Buffalo Sleeper Hold)
Finishing Move(s):
The Final Solution:
For Your Eyes Only:
Description(s):
Tiger Driver 91
Bicycle Kick
Roleplay Sample:
{My ultimate goal in the world of professional wrestling was to regain the aura that surrounded me. Ravyn Taylor didn’t call me to replace Miss TKO in the Dark Triad for my now infamous sexual liaisons. I made my reputation as a brute. I didn’t care who stood in my way. I didn’t care about winning. The single solitary focus on my mind was hurting people. I was destined to hurt people. Ravyn knew it. She needed the final piece to her puzzle. I was happy to oblige. But along the way the world started viewing me differently; my friendship with Harmony, my relationship with Rachel Foxx, the “love” triangle that became synonymous with Foxx Global. No longer was I viewed as a “monster;” everyone began discrediting my wrestling ability. For what? I like having sex? Anything to ignore the last time I was pinned was the final Friday Night Ammo in SCW history. I planned on changing that. The world would start viewing me as the dominant force I know I am. My enemies would not longer call me a Sex Machine. Though I will admit, I am pretty good. That’s not the point.
I would silence those who challenged my dominance. That’s where Mary Mallory came in.
My first lesson went well. I inflicted pain on myself on a nightly basis. I sat in my room every night exploring new ways to push my pain threshold. I’m a giver, not a taker. I prefer smashing your skull in; not having my skull caved in. All those Underground Rules matches I participated in; I accepted with full knowledge I needed to take a little to give a lot. Because of my size, strength and motivation to dominate my competition, the chair shots, me crashing through tables; my head getting rammed into steel cage structures, I withstood the abuse for the opportunity to break my victims neck.
I was on a mission. Beat Zoe. Become the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. Main Event Rise to Greatness. That’s where my sole focus was set. In order to maim Zoe, or whoever the Heavyweight Champion is leading into RTG, could be anyone, I needed to account for the likelihood Jake Starr or Regan Street could find themselves challenging Zoe for the title to determine once and for all who the champion is. That’s what Regan Street failed to understand. She doesn’t deal in what ifs? She needed to start dealing in them. All her confidence, her bluster, her unchecked arrogance needed to account for everything. She didn’t account for my involvement in her cage match. If she had, who knows, she might had walked out the Heavyweight Champion. Zoe was champion for one reason; she took advantage of the chaos.
Regan needed to do the same.
I sat in my room one night cutting myself. Damn it hurt. I closed my eyes; I felt the adrenaline rushing through my veins. All I could think about was sinking the blade into my flesh again. I felt an overwhelming euphoria blind the initial pain I experienced. Was this how Mary felt? All the chairs shots, all the times her body crashed through wooden tables. Whenever she was beaten to death by her stepfather... I didn’t feel an overwhelming erotic urge, I was slowly beginning to understand how torturing oneself can feed ones incessant need to survive. Isn’t that what serial killers do? Most were abused as children. Later in life they inflict the same abuse onto innocent victims who they view as surrogates for the real demon they want slain.
Fire burning. Cutting. Two tools in my quest to self inflict as much pain as humanly possible. Today’s lesson from what Mary shared over the phone didn’t require me mutilating my body. She wasn’t completely forthcoming with the details. She assured me I would get exactly what I was looking for. I pulled up in front of an abandoned warehouse driving a navy blue Ford pickup. I stepped out the car. Mary walked out the warehouse. She wore a pair of blue jeans, red shirt, of course, her red contacts. She walked over to my truck. She sat on the hood of my truck.}
Mallory: Tonight the --
She noticed the cuts on my wrist.
Mallory: Amateur. Slitting your wrist? Childs play.
Lohan: I’m open to suggestions.
{Mary smirked. I had grown to appreciate her sadism. At the early stages of our relationship her wicked smile gave me the creeps. No fun not being able to predict your mentors next move.}
Mallory: Sit down. Close your eyes!
{I sat on hood roof of my car. I closed my eyes. I didn’t know what to expect, when magically I felt Mary’s lips become one with mines. I wasn’t expecting that. Who am I to complain? Mary is an attractive woman. I wasn’t going to say no to her. I had thought about it a few times. Everyone who crossed her path did I assume. How could you not. Our partnership wasn’t about me using as vehicle for pleasure. Just as I was going to wrap my arms around her slender waist....}
Lohan: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
Did she bite me?! Mary Mallory FUCKING BIT ME! I felt my lip. God... blood was dripping down my shirt. I stared at Mary who was now laughing.
Lohan: What the fuck was that for? Could you please, don’t do that again.
Mallory: No one ever said this was going to be pleasurable.
Lohan: For you, maybe. I’m the one whose bleeding..
{Mary chuckled.}
Mallory: Now now come with me.
{I wonder if Evander Holyfield felt this level of mind numbing pain when Mike Tyson bit his ear off. Being bitten in the lip doesn’t sound bad. There are nerve endings located in the lip where if you hit the right spot, it’s like your entire body is engulfed in flames. When you factor in the sadistic nature of Mary Mallory, understood why my first instinct was to head back home. I didn’t. Mary was testing me. No turning back now. I followed her into the abandoned warehouse. Before my very eyes I saw an African American man strapped to a chair.}
Man: HEY. LET ME GO!
{I looked at Mary.}
Lohan: Are we going to kill this one?
{Mary walked over to the man. His eyes followed her as she took her place next to him. She rested her hand on his shoulder. Staring directly at me, she spoke matter of factly.}
Mallory: This fine young man right has volunteered his services for your next lesson. Much like Madison Chase I can relate to your issues with Zoe Sperling. Madison makes me want to choke on my own blood. I should had killed her when I had the chance.
{Madison Chase? Meh. I snarled.}
Lohan: That can be arranged.
Mallory: No! Madison is mines!
Lohan: Fine by me. You can’t get me drunk enough to...
Mallory: God no!
{Madison Chase is a woman from Mary Mallory’s past. She was, and still is, the poster child for annoying. Imagine your little brother or sister bothering you all damn day, no matter what you do, how many threats you make; doesn’t matter if you are physically violent towards them; they won’t go away. That is Madison Chase, times one million. She’s annoying! Mary tried killing her unsuccessfully four times. Now she was in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Someone had to be behind unleashing that cancer on this company.}
Mallory: Anyway; killing your opponents? No fun. If they are dead how can they spread the good news? All my former victims spread the gospel about me for good reason, I instilled the fear of God in them. That’s where half the battle is won, Brittany, you need to instill fear in your opponents. And to do that you need to bring them to the edge of death.
{The African American male in the chair hissed.}
Man: I didn’t volunteer for this shit.
{Mary slapped the taste out his mouth.}
Mallory: Hush. I’m talking.
{He sneered back.}
Lohan: I get it. I read “Cross.” The Butcher rapes his female victims. He doesn’t kill them immediately. He shows his victim pictures of previous women he skinned. The skinned remains of his previous victims were designed to instill fear into the women he raped. Those who decided to talk to authorities about their traumatic experiences he came back and skinned them.
Mallory: Sex always on your mind?
Lohan: It’s been awhile.
Mallory: Don’t deny yourself.
Lohan: I would but... what’s Tatum going to think?.
{Made me sick uttering that sentence. I’m not supposed to care what Tatum thinks. She does care for me. I could count on her to have my back no matter what. I struggled. On one hand I’m supposed to be this unmitigated war machine, the final solution of professional wrestling, it was bad enough the entire world was paying more attention to my exploits behind closed doors than my in ring dominance. Tatum has said on occasion she doesn’t swing that way. Yet, I feel she would entertain a liaisons with me. I love her. Stated that to her. I was caught between a rock and the proverbial hard place. I needed to keep up my image. I needed to make sure everyone in the company feared me. Could not afford to give them a reason to doubt my standing as SCW’s true monster. How did it make me looking chasing a woman who I had no idea would entertain the thought. She had more important things to do anyway. She moved to New York. I was stuck on the West Coast. Cardinal Sin was her priority. Becoming the Heavyweight Champion should be mines. And it is mines. It’s difficult. Brittany Lohan wants what she wants.... }
Mallory: Here’s what you’re going to do. Next time you see her, drag her by the hair, smash her head against the kitchen sink if need be. Take her. You want her? Make Tatum bend to your will. Doesn’t matter. Get it out your system. After we’re done here walk into any random bar like you used to. Pick someone. Conquer them Britt. Your needs matter. No one elses.
Lohan: Does that mean you’re biting my again?
Mallory: I don’t know... but you will.
Lohan: Gee. Thanks.
{I look into the man’s eyes. So helpless. So defiant. There was no way he imagined his ultimate purpose in life was to serve as my test subject. I wrapped my hands around his pencil neck. I squeezed with all my might; pretending he was Regan Street the entire time. That ungrateful bitch! After everything I have done for her. Introducing her to Rachel. Embracing her as a sister, she valued the world heavyweight championship above all others? She betrayed my sister for a piece of meat?}
Mallory: Brittany. No!
{I snapped out my trance. The mans face resembled a shade of purple. If Mary didn’t stop me we would have had to find a new playmate.}
Lohan: What’s wrong?
Mallory: Strangulation is too quick.
Lohan: I wasn’t going to kill him.
Mallory: There are more creative ways to torture your victims.
{The man hack coughed. He had the nerve to glare directly at me}
Man: That the best you got!!!
Lohan: Mouthy one aren’t you?!
Man: You don’t know who I roll with, BUTCH! My boyz are coming! If they find me dead, both yall punk bitches gonna get got!
Mallory: Is that so?
Man: Yeah bitch!
Mallory: Time to up the ante, Brittany.
{Mary ripped his shirt open. She dug her nails into his chest. Her nails made stretch marks down his body.}
Man: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH
{His body would never be the same again. Mary dug so deep I could see the blood pulsating from every inch Mary defaced. Mental note, never to get that close.}
Mallory: Don’t worry tough guy, we’re just getting started.
Lohan: I have an idea.
{I removed a lighter from my pocket. I brought to life the orangey reddish flame. The flame makes direct contact with his nipples.}
Man: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH........ FUCK!
{Listening to the sweet melody of his screams filled the hollow void left inside me. It’s tough being alone. I had made several sacrifices this year alone, every action of mines drives my younger sister away, I had a good thing with Rachel, at least she understood who I am. More than I could say for that turncoat Harmony Fisher. It was becoming tougher and tougher for me to maintain a happy medium. Listening to the screams from my victims, I felt... alive. I killed the flame. The purpose of this lesson was to break the guy. Not kill him.}
Lohan: Doesn’t look like your “boyz” are coming.
Man: Sccccc... rewwww...
Lohan: Very well.
{I torch his nipples again. His screams only grow louder and louder.}
Man: Please. Stop! Please stop! Kill me already! I.... can’t... I can’t....
{Mary placed duct tape across his mouth. His face fell limp.}
Mallory: Ever notice Brittany how everyone you fight talks a big game? I’m the best in the world. I am a grand slam champion. I am this I am that. There chest pounding is boring and quite repetitive. It doesn’t matter how many titles you win. How many times you beat someone. All that matters is, everyones a coward when they face their demise. Regan will become a pussycat facing her own mortality. To become the most feared woman in Supreme Championship Wrestling? Breaking Syren in half at Riding the Lightning was a start. She clearly doesn’t take you seriously. Time to up the ante, Brittany. Make her fear you. The image she should have in her mind when she falls asleep at night is of you haunting her. She should wake up in cold sweets at the mention of your name! Not just her. Regan. David Helms. The entire roster should know. You’re willing to cross whatever line you need to. Forget about The Streets. She’s your sister, I know you love her, I love mines, Dawn can’t stand the heat. Leave. You saw it with your own too eyes. Trinity only gives a damn about her family's legacy. A war is coming. Only the strong will survive. We are the strong. We will be the last women standing.
: Rousing speech as always, sis.
{We both spun around. That voice could only belong to one person, Mary’s sister and future UWA Universal Champion; Vanilla Sky. Her friends and family call her Vee. I’m family.}
Lohan: Hey Vee!
{Her eyes locked in on the man sitting in the chair.}
Vanilla Sky: Burned his nipple huh? Whose idea was it?
Mallory: Brittany’s.
{Vanilla nodded.}
Vanilla Sky: Impressed.
Lohan: Thanks.
{I placed my hand on each of their shoulders.}
Lohan: My parents couldn’t accept the person I am. Dawnie tries with all her might to be understanding, I need to face facts; she’ll always view our sisterhood as a burden.. Abigail, she accepts what I am. She can’t stand me. I can’t stand her. Feelings mutual. With you two I feel a kinship I have never experienced. Part of me hoped I found that with Foxx Global. That was a failed experiment.
{I shook my head.}
Lohan: Mary. You’re not just a mentor/trainer. You are a true friend unlike that bitch Harmony Fisher. I feel comfortable sharing the more intimate details of my life with you. Feels great.
{I looked at Vanilla.}
Lohan: Vee, you love your sister unconditionally. Dawnie used to love me the same way. She wants nothing to do with me. Her choice. I’m better off. Seeing your acceptance of Mary shows me you are capable of showing me the same unconditional love.
{I smiled.}
Lohan: You are the women I want standing by my side. We are a true Sisterhood. We are three bad ass bitches the wrestling business has ever seen. No Chase. No Street can hold us back! I’m thrilled to be apart of your world.
{Vanilla nodded}
Vanilla Sky: Me too.
{Mary nodded as well.}
Mallory: Couldn’t agree more.
Lohan: So... what are we going to do with the body.
Mallory: Leave that to me. If you two want to watch....
{Mary winked. I shook my head..}
Lohan: No thanks. Another lesson for another day.
Mallory: Suit yourself. Vee. Staying?
Vanilla Sky: No thanks... I’ll join Brittany outside.
[Vanilla walked with me outside the warehouse. We stood by my truck. Sat on the hood. We stared out into the night sky.}
Vanilla Sky: Ahhh.. love scar.
Lohan: Wouldn’t call Mary biting me an act of love.
Vanilla Sky: Bless your lucky stars she won’t carve you up like a thanksgiving turkey, Britt. One thing she’ll learn first hand about my sister; she’ll do anything to get what she wants. I mean anything.
Lohan: My lip agrees with you.
Vanilla Sky: The test will get tougher from here. I have all the faith in the world you’ll pass with flying colors. I don’t think I asked you this. What drew you to my sister?
Lohan: Your sister is an amazing women. She’s everything I wished Rachel Foxx was. I shared a fondness for Rachel once; at one time she truly was the most feared woman in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Look at her now. No one takes her seriously. What’s even more pathetic, I abandoned her. What does she do?
{I laughed..}
Lohan: Nothing. No attacks. No public outcries. Justin Davis turned his back on her, she made his life miserable. I walked away scot free. Pathetic excuse for a monster. Mary is the real deal; one of a kind. I want to become just like her.
Vanilla Sky: It’s fucking hilarious; the only freaking thing your enemies can attack you on is your bedside manner. Shows how desperate they are. The only thing that matters in this business is what happens between those ropes. You’re a badass; plain and simple. Continue listening my sister. You were a machine before you meet us. With us by your side you will be a finely tuned torture fucking machine. Remember. Put your own little wrinkle on the lessons you’re learning. The great ones have their own unique signature. Create your own. I know you will.
{We stared up at the full moon. Neither of us heard Mary creep up behind us. She joined us on the roof of my truck}
Mallory: Inquiring minds want to know what were you two talking about.
Vanilla Sky: Oh nothing. Brittany was telling me how much she loves you.
{Mary’s eyebrow perks up.}
Mallory: Is that so?
{I shook my head.}
Lohan: No... I....
{Vanilla laughs.}
Vanilla Sky: Welcome to the family, Brittany.
{Vanilla laughed. I didn’t. Was going to take a bit to adjust to her sense of humor. That’s all. Last thing I needed were more complications in my life. }
Your Name: Randy
Email: peacerandyj@gmail.com
How did you hear about us? a friend of mines
Application:
Wrestler’s Name: Brittany Lohan
Height: 6’
Weight: 175
Alignment: Heel
Hometown: Orlando, Florida
Pic Base: Kaitlyn/Celeste Beryl Bonin
Theme Music: “Lights Out” by Breaking Benjermin
Wrestler Entrance:
‘I am done pretending’
[[ Blasts over the loudspeakers as the lights in the arena go out and the fans instantly start to boo heavily when they recognize whose theme song it is. Just a spotlight focuses on the curtains of the entrances the clips once again fades away into the words that read: “Bleeding you is more than just torment.”
The curtains slowly start to part as Lohan slips through them like a slithering snake. She is soon accompanied by “Typhoid” Mary Mallory. She stops at the top of the ramp and she looks like everything, but relaxed as her whole body is tensed looking like she’s ready to strike at the drop of a dime like a coiled cobra. Her icy eyes pan around the arena and the fans closest to the ramp and she snarls at a few of them get a little too vocal with her. However, the moment that her eyes catch the glimpse of the ring she shuts the fans out and turns all of her attention to the squared circle.]]
‘After the lights go out on you
After your worthless life is through
I will remember how you scream
I can't afford to care
I can't afford to care’
[[ With clenched fists, gritted teeth, and glaring icy eyes… Lohan starts to make her way down to the ring methodically. Mary follows suit, walking with Brittany side by side the entire time. Lohan is taking slow, calculated, but powerful steps towards the ring. Her icy glare is so fixated on the ring that it would seem to appear that she doesn’t realize that the arena is nearly sold out. The way that she looks right now it might as well be empty for all she cares.]]
I am suffocating
You have failed to pull me in
I will drag you down again
Life is unrelenting
Feeding lies into my head
I will feed the lies you live
Now you want to take me down
As if I even care
I am the monster in your head
And I thought you'd learn by now
It seems you haven't yet
I am the venom in your skin
And now your life
Is broken
[[ As she nears the squared circle, Lohan slows down to a snails pace as she proceeds to walk around the perimeter of the ring with her eyes closed. When she’s satisfied she opens her eyes and reaches up to grab the bottom rope with her right hand and pulls herself up onto the apron only allowing one knee to touch before she rolls into the ring. Meanwhile Mary walks over to the announce position, grabs a steel holding chair and places it in front of the ring.
With Britt in the ring she gets on both of her knees, closing her eyes, as she lifts both of her arms up into the air. She holds that position for several seconds before she slows climbs up to her feet, but then as if a switch was flipped somewhere her entire presence changes. It intensifies as she starts to warm up by running off the ropes and doing some stretches as she waits for her victim of the night. Lohan’s video finishes up with the words: “…Just stand there and stare as my world crumbles.” ]]
Character Overview: Brittany is best described as a sociopath, a woman who has no empathy for another human being, who views her opponents as no more than objects for her own amusement, her preferred method of resolution is violence (she does have sexual sadist tendencies)... as long as she can cause/revel in chaos the happier she is. A monster at the worst of times. Somewhat sociable at the best of times.
Wrestling Style: Brawler/Powerhouse/Dirty
Favorite Moves: The Final Solution: Tiger Driver 91/ Yakuza kick, to a seated, kneeling or bent over opponent/Arn Anderson style spinebuster/
Trademark Move(s):
Painfully Perfect
Arn Anderson style spinebuster
3-5 Elbows Drops in Succession
Yakuza kick, to a seated, kneeling or bent over opponent
Description(s):
Painfully Perfect (Buffalo Sleeper Hold)
Finishing Move(s):
The Final Solution:
For Your Eyes Only:
Description(s):
Tiger Driver 91
Bicycle Kick
Roleplay Sample:
ABANDONED WAREHOUSE.
4/29/2013.
4/29/2013.
{My ultimate goal in the world of professional wrestling was to regain the aura that surrounded me. Ravyn Taylor didn’t call me to replace Miss TKO in the Dark Triad for my now infamous sexual liaisons. I made my reputation as a brute. I didn’t care who stood in my way. I didn’t care about winning. The single solitary focus on my mind was hurting people. I was destined to hurt people. Ravyn knew it. She needed the final piece to her puzzle. I was happy to oblige. But along the way the world started viewing me differently; my friendship with Harmony, my relationship with Rachel Foxx, the “love” triangle that became synonymous with Foxx Global. No longer was I viewed as a “monster;” everyone began discrediting my wrestling ability. For what? I like having sex? Anything to ignore the last time I was pinned was the final Friday Night Ammo in SCW history. I planned on changing that. The world would start viewing me as the dominant force I know I am. My enemies would not longer call me a Sex Machine. Though I will admit, I am pretty good. That’s not the point.
I would silence those who challenged my dominance. That’s where Mary Mallory came in.
My first lesson went well. I inflicted pain on myself on a nightly basis. I sat in my room every night exploring new ways to push my pain threshold. I’m a giver, not a taker. I prefer smashing your skull in; not having my skull caved in. All those Underground Rules matches I participated in; I accepted with full knowledge I needed to take a little to give a lot. Because of my size, strength and motivation to dominate my competition, the chair shots, me crashing through tables; my head getting rammed into steel cage structures, I withstood the abuse for the opportunity to break my victims neck.
I was on a mission. Beat Zoe. Become the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. Main Event Rise to Greatness. That’s where my sole focus was set. In order to maim Zoe, or whoever the Heavyweight Champion is leading into RTG, could be anyone, I needed to account for the likelihood Jake Starr or Regan Street could find themselves challenging Zoe for the title to determine once and for all who the champion is. That’s what Regan Street failed to understand. She doesn’t deal in what ifs? She needed to start dealing in them. All her confidence, her bluster, her unchecked arrogance needed to account for everything. She didn’t account for my involvement in her cage match. If she had, who knows, she might had walked out the Heavyweight Champion. Zoe was champion for one reason; she took advantage of the chaos.
Regan needed to do the same.
I sat in my room one night cutting myself. Damn it hurt. I closed my eyes; I felt the adrenaline rushing through my veins. All I could think about was sinking the blade into my flesh again. I felt an overwhelming euphoria blind the initial pain I experienced. Was this how Mary felt? All the chairs shots, all the times her body crashed through wooden tables. Whenever she was beaten to death by her stepfather... I didn’t feel an overwhelming erotic urge, I was slowly beginning to understand how torturing oneself can feed ones incessant need to survive. Isn’t that what serial killers do? Most were abused as children. Later in life they inflict the same abuse onto innocent victims who they view as surrogates for the real demon they want slain.
Fire burning. Cutting. Two tools in my quest to self inflict as much pain as humanly possible. Today’s lesson from what Mary shared over the phone didn’t require me mutilating my body. She wasn’t completely forthcoming with the details. She assured me I would get exactly what I was looking for. I pulled up in front of an abandoned warehouse driving a navy blue Ford pickup. I stepped out the car. Mary walked out the warehouse. She wore a pair of blue jeans, red shirt, of course, her red contacts. She walked over to my truck. She sat on the hood of my truck.}
Mallory: Tonight the --
She noticed the cuts on my wrist.
Mallory: Amateur. Slitting your wrist? Childs play.
Lohan: I’m open to suggestions.
{Mary smirked. I had grown to appreciate her sadism. At the early stages of our relationship her wicked smile gave me the creeps. No fun not being able to predict your mentors next move.}
Mallory: Sit down. Close your eyes!
{I sat on hood roof of my car. I closed my eyes. I didn’t know what to expect, when magically I felt Mary’s lips become one with mines. I wasn’t expecting that. Who am I to complain? Mary is an attractive woman. I wasn’t going to say no to her. I had thought about it a few times. Everyone who crossed her path did I assume. How could you not. Our partnership wasn’t about me using as vehicle for pleasure. Just as I was going to wrap my arms around her slender waist....}
Lohan: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
Did she bite me?! Mary Mallory FUCKING BIT ME! I felt my lip. God... blood was dripping down my shirt. I stared at Mary who was now laughing.
Lohan: What the fuck was that for? Could you please, don’t do that again.
Mallory: No one ever said this was going to be pleasurable.
Lohan: For you, maybe. I’m the one whose bleeding..
{Mary chuckled.}
Mallory: Now now come with me.
{I wonder if Evander Holyfield felt this level of mind numbing pain when Mike Tyson bit his ear off. Being bitten in the lip doesn’t sound bad. There are nerve endings located in the lip where if you hit the right spot, it’s like your entire body is engulfed in flames. When you factor in the sadistic nature of Mary Mallory, understood why my first instinct was to head back home. I didn’t. Mary was testing me. No turning back now. I followed her into the abandoned warehouse. Before my very eyes I saw an African American man strapped to a chair.}
Man: HEY. LET ME GO!
{I looked at Mary.}
Lohan: Are we going to kill this one?
{Mary walked over to the man. His eyes followed her as she took her place next to him. She rested her hand on his shoulder. Staring directly at me, she spoke matter of factly.}
Mallory: This fine young man right has volunteered his services for your next lesson. Much like Madison Chase I can relate to your issues with Zoe Sperling. Madison makes me want to choke on my own blood. I should had killed her when I had the chance.
{Madison Chase? Meh. I snarled.}
Lohan: That can be arranged.
Mallory: No! Madison is mines!
Lohan: Fine by me. You can’t get me drunk enough to...
Mallory: God no!
{Madison Chase is a woman from Mary Mallory’s past. She was, and still is, the poster child for annoying. Imagine your little brother or sister bothering you all damn day, no matter what you do, how many threats you make; doesn’t matter if you are physically violent towards them; they won’t go away. That is Madison Chase, times one million. She’s annoying! Mary tried killing her unsuccessfully four times. Now she was in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Someone had to be behind unleashing that cancer on this company.}
Mallory: Anyway; killing your opponents? No fun. If they are dead how can they spread the good news? All my former victims spread the gospel about me for good reason, I instilled the fear of God in them. That’s where half the battle is won, Brittany, you need to instill fear in your opponents. And to do that you need to bring them to the edge of death.
{The African American male in the chair hissed.}
Man: I didn’t volunteer for this shit.
{Mary slapped the taste out his mouth.}
Mallory: Hush. I’m talking.
{He sneered back.}
Lohan: I get it. I read “Cross.” The Butcher rapes his female victims. He doesn’t kill them immediately. He shows his victim pictures of previous women he skinned. The skinned remains of his previous victims were designed to instill fear into the women he raped. Those who decided to talk to authorities about their traumatic experiences he came back and skinned them.
Mallory: Sex always on your mind?
Lohan: It’s been awhile.
Mallory: Don’t deny yourself.
Lohan: I would but... what’s Tatum going to think?.
{Made me sick uttering that sentence. I’m not supposed to care what Tatum thinks. She does care for me. I could count on her to have my back no matter what. I struggled. On one hand I’m supposed to be this unmitigated war machine, the final solution of professional wrestling, it was bad enough the entire world was paying more attention to my exploits behind closed doors than my in ring dominance. Tatum has said on occasion she doesn’t swing that way. Yet, I feel she would entertain a liaisons with me. I love her. Stated that to her. I was caught between a rock and the proverbial hard place. I needed to keep up my image. I needed to make sure everyone in the company feared me. Could not afford to give them a reason to doubt my standing as SCW’s true monster. How did it make me looking chasing a woman who I had no idea would entertain the thought. She had more important things to do anyway. She moved to New York. I was stuck on the West Coast. Cardinal Sin was her priority. Becoming the Heavyweight Champion should be mines. And it is mines. It’s difficult. Brittany Lohan wants what she wants.... }
Mallory: Here’s what you’re going to do. Next time you see her, drag her by the hair, smash her head against the kitchen sink if need be. Take her. You want her? Make Tatum bend to your will. Doesn’t matter. Get it out your system. After we’re done here walk into any random bar like you used to. Pick someone. Conquer them Britt. Your needs matter. No one elses.
Lohan: Does that mean you’re biting my again?
Mallory: I don’t know... but you will.
Lohan: Gee. Thanks.
{I look into the man’s eyes. So helpless. So defiant. There was no way he imagined his ultimate purpose in life was to serve as my test subject. I wrapped my hands around his pencil neck. I squeezed with all my might; pretending he was Regan Street the entire time. That ungrateful bitch! After everything I have done for her. Introducing her to Rachel. Embracing her as a sister, she valued the world heavyweight championship above all others? She betrayed my sister for a piece of meat?}
Mallory: Brittany. No!
{I snapped out my trance. The mans face resembled a shade of purple. If Mary didn’t stop me we would have had to find a new playmate.}
Lohan: What’s wrong?
Mallory: Strangulation is too quick.
Lohan: I wasn’t going to kill him.
Mallory: There are more creative ways to torture your victims.
{The man hack coughed. He had the nerve to glare directly at me}
Man: That the best you got!!!
Lohan: Mouthy one aren’t you?!
Man: You don’t know who I roll with, BUTCH! My boyz are coming! If they find me dead, both yall punk bitches gonna get got!
Mallory: Is that so?
Man: Yeah bitch!
Mallory: Time to up the ante, Brittany.
{Mary ripped his shirt open. She dug her nails into his chest. Her nails made stretch marks down his body.}
Man: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH
{His body would never be the same again. Mary dug so deep I could see the blood pulsating from every inch Mary defaced. Mental note, never to get that close.}
Mallory: Don’t worry tough guy, we’re just getting started.
Lohan: I have an idea.
{I removed a lighter from my pocket. I brought to life the orangey reddish flame. The flame makes direct contact with his nipples.}
Man: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH........ FUCK!
{Listening to the sweet melody of his screams filled the hollow void left inside me. It’s tough being alone. I had made several sacrifices this year alone, every action of mines drives my younger sister away, I had a good thing with Rachel, at least she understood who I am. More than I could say for that turncoat Harmony Fisher. It was becoming tougher and tougher for me to maintain a happy medium. Listening to the screams from my victims, I felt... alive. I killed the flame. The purpose of this lesson was to break the guy. Not kill him.}
Lohan: Doesn’t look like your “boyz” are coming.
Man: Sccccc... rewwww...
Lohan: Very well.
{I torch his nipples again. His screams only grow louder and louder.}
Man: Please. Stop! Please stop! Kill me already! I.... can’t... I can’t....
{Mary placed duct tape across his mouth. His face fell limp.}
Mallory: Ever notice Brittany how everyone you fight talks a big game? I’m the best in the world. I am a grand slam champion. I am this I am that. There chest pounding is boring and quite repetitive. It doesn’t matter how many titles you win. How many times you beat someone. All that matters is, everyones a coward when they face their demise. Regan will become a pussycat facing her own mortality. To become the most feared woman in Supreme Championship Wrestling? Breaking Syren in half at Riding the Lightning was a start. She clearly doesn’t take you seriously. Time to up the ante, Brittany. Make her fear you. The image she should have in her mind when she falls asleep at night is of you haunting her. She should wake up in cold sweets at the mention of your name! Not just her. Regan. David Helms. The entire roster should know. You’re willing to cross whatever line you need to. Forget about The Streets. She’s your sister, I know you love her, I love mines, Dawn can’t stand the heat. Leave. You saw it with your own too eyes. Trinity only gives a damn about her family's legacy. A war is coming. Only the strong will survive. We are the strong. We will be the last women standing.
: Rousing speech as always, sis.{We both spun around. That voice could only belong to one person, Mary’s sister and future UWA Universal Champion; Vanilla Sky. Her friends and family call her Vee. I’m family.}
Lohan: Hey Vee!
{Her eyes locked in on the man sitting in the chair.}
Vanilla Sky: Burned his nipple huh? Whose idea was it?
Mallory: Brittany’s.
{Vanilla nodded.}
Vanilla Sky: Impressed.
Lohan: Thanks.
{I placed my hand on each of their shoulders.}
Lohan: My parents couldn’t accept the person I am. Dawnie tries with all her might to be understanding, I need to face facts; she’ll always view our sisterhood as a burden.. Abigail, she accepts what I am. She can’t stand me. I can’t stand her. Feelings mutual. With you two I feel a kinship I have never experienced. Part of me hoped I found that with Foxx Global. That was a failed experiment.
{I shook my head.}
Lohan: Mary. You’re not just a mentor/trainer. You are a true friend unlike that bitch Harmony Fisher. I feel comfortable sharing the more intimate details of my life with you. Feels great.
{I looked at Vanilla.}
Lohan: Vee, you love your sister unconditionally. Dawnie used to love me the same way. She wants nothing to do with me. Her choice. I’m better off. Seeing your acceptance of Mary shows me you are capable of showing me the same unconditional love.
{I smiled.}
Lohan: You are the women I want standing by my side. We are a true Sisterhood. We are three bad ass bitches the wrestling business has ever seen. No Chase. No Street can hold us back! I’m thrilled to be apart of your world.
{Vanilla nodded}
Vanilla Sky: Me too.
{Mary nodded as well.}
Mallory: Couldn’t agree more.
Lohan: So... what are we going to do with the body.
Mallory: Leave that to me. If you two want to watch....
{Mary winked. I shook my head..}
Lohan: No thanks. Another lesson for another day.
Mallory: Suit yourself. Vee. Staying?
Vanilla Sky: No thanks... I’ll join Brittany outside.
[Vanilla walked with me outside the warehouse. We stood by my truck. Sat on the hood. We stared out into the night sky.}
Vanilla Sky: Ahhh.. love scar.
Lohan: Wouldn’t call Mary biting me an act of love.
Vanilla Sky: Bless your lucky stars she won’t carve you up like a thanksgiving turkey, Britt. One thing she’ll learn first hand about my sister; she’ll do anything to get what she wants. I mean anything.
Lohan: My lip agrees with you.
Vanilla Sky: The test will get tougher from here. I have all the faith in the world you’ll pass with flying colors. I don’t think I asked you this. What drew you to my sister?
Lohan: Your sister is an amazing women. She’s everything I wished Rachel Foxx was. I shared a fondness for Rachel once; at one time she truly was the most feared woman in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Look at her now. No one takes her seriously. What’s even more pathetic, I abandoned her. What does she do?
{I laughed..}
Lohan: Nothing. No attacks. No public outcries. Justin Davis turned his back on her, she made his life miserable. I walked away scot free. Pathetic excuse for a monster. Mary is the real deal; one of a kind. I want to become just like her.
Vanilla Sky: It’s fucking hilarious; the only freaking thing your enemies can attack you on is your bedside manner. Shows how desperate they are. The only thing that matters in this business is what happens between those ropes. You’re a badass; plain and simple. Continue listening my sister. You were a machine before you meet us. With us by your side you will be a finely tuned torture fucking machine. Remember. Put your own little wrinkle on the lessons you’re learning. The great ones have their own unique signature. Create your own. I know you will.
{We stared up at the full moon. Neither of us heard Mary creep up behind us. She joined us on the roof of my truck}
Mallory: Inquiring minds want to know what were you two talking about.
Vanilla Sky: Oh nothing. Brittany was telling me how much she loves you.
{Mary’s eyebrow perks up.}
Mallory: Is that so?
{I shook my head.}
Lohan: No... I....
{Vanilla laughs.}
Vanilla Sky: Welcome to the family, Brittany.
{Vanilla laughed. I didn’t. Was going to take a bit to adjust to her sense of humor. That’s all. Last thing I needed were more complications in my life. }