Finale ~
I've always wanted to know what true love feels like from a soulmate.
Someone that won't use me for sex and run away.
Someone that won't betray me out of their own jealousy.
Someone that won't drown their sorrows in alcohol and hurt me.
I've experienced such terrible things in a short amount of time. It's strange. None of these things happened before I became a professional wrestler. Sure, I was a runaway on the streets. I lived with friends that only I could see, stole food and water to survive, fought through the worst conditions life could throw at me... but for some reason, that didn't compare to what this sport has done to me over the past three years. Was it cursed?
... Was I cursed? I started off really optimistic; negativity couldn't touch me. If bad things happened, I brushed them off and moved on. Then I lost my virginity in the throes of violence... and I began to realize that not everyone was good. But I still believed that everyone had some goodness in them, even a little. How naive I was... some people took advantage of this and started to do things for the worst. Some people embraced evil. No, not evil... not good... really, it was just two different sides who had different ideas. However, every time I tried to love someone, they would end up falling away and I would be alone. It always ended this way...
Angel of the Rainbow
"The angel needed an angel." I was beginning to lose faith in love. I was afraid of it. I didn't know what to do at this point. I didn't know if I could try to kill myself again like I almost did three years ago when my unborn baby was killed. I didn't like my own life, yet I didn't want to die. I was right in the middle, feeling like I was suffering all alone. But then... when all hope seemed lost, someone from Heaven heard me. They heard my prayer for help and sent to me an angel in disguise. His name is Gabriel Shelley. At first I was hesitant to say anything too personal. I had many secrets and more pain. I didn't want him to get involved in my suffering... but he didn't judge me like all the others. He didn't care that I was mentally ill and he didn't think I was crazy. When I tripped on the stairs up towards my office, he caught me, looked me in the eye and told me "I got you".
He got me. It was such a literal thing that I didn't realize it until sometime later... when he
really got me. He got me to open my heart and fall in love again. It took so much time; it wasn't like it happened in a few days. I think it took almost an entire year before I could fully embrace him without being scared that he would leave me. I knew he wasn't going anywhere. After all, he was the keeper of my heart and no one else had access but him. It really is love. We're so happy together. I know that some people don't approve of us or don't even believe in us, but... we're here now. Together. That's all that matters to us. No one else is taking him away from me. No one else is taking me away from him.
But... I do feel our relationship is threatened by a force unlike any other.
A force so dangerous it makes the angels in Heaven cry.
A force so cruel it makes the demons in Hell look merciful.
It is called Alli Taylor, the new owner of True Glory Wrestling. The
unrighteous owner.
Section 1 ~~
She was my lover's former lover. She was his first. He was her first. Every time she's near us, I feel her diseased aura trying to wrap around us and force us apart. I know that she's obsessed with him, just like another is obsessed with me...
but that woman will die before she can touch me again... Alli always makes me frown. Even if I am in my happiest mood, she will always bring me down. But I am quick to recuperate. I'm not going to let her win this war. She's aware of the declaration between us and I know she'll do whatever it takes to kill me, but I cannot die. Many people have attempted to remove me from the world. The Legend, Czecher, Jack Darling... but I always come back. Like a phoenix rises from the flames of rebirth, I too rise from those flames every single time. Perhaps I am a reincarnation of the beautiful bird in the form of an angel.
An angel without wings can hardly fly...But somehow I can. It's just... Alli's not the only one trying to kill me. There is another... not a person, but a thing... an enemy within... I want to do everything I can to be the victor, but it's scary. Against Alli, I am not alone. Gabe is with me. The fans are with me. Even Monsieur Mason is with me. But this battle... I'm all by myself not because I have to be, but because I choose to be.
Can I win? I don't know."Pour être un recours ..." (To be a remedy...)
Mon nom est Xaria Linette et je suis seulement marcher sous la pluie seul.My name is Xaria Linette and I am just walking alone in the rain.
Lately, San Diego's been having a lot of rain. Not as much as up north, but at least it was raining. I was told it hasn't rained so much here for years. The droplets of water hitting the ground made me smile. I wasn't too far from home, just a block away. I was going to get some snacks from the Dollar Tree store since we ran out, but before I went across the crosswalk, I noticed something was amiss. There was a leg lying across the dirt from the bushes nearby and I decided to investigate. I was cautious. Anne and Lenny didn't want anything to hurt me, but I didn't want them to take over if something
did threaten my life. Did anyone else see this? Was this a hallucination? Very few cars passed by, their drivers not having a care in the world, so much that they didn't realize... there was a man unconscious under the brush and atop of the mud. I moved to get a closer look at him. He looked familiar, but I wasn't sure. I reached a hand out to touch his forehead--
--and I found a revolver staring at my face. The man had quickly drawn it and held it towards me. I could only gasp and watch his finger pull the trigger.
... click. Nothing. It was empty. Before I knew it, he cursed under his breath in Spanish and passed out again. I tilted my head in wonderment. I couldn't just leave him here, even though he threatened to kill me. My hands reached out again, grabbed a hold of his revolver and looked over it. There wasn't a single bullet in the chamber. Maybe he forgot to reload. Maybe he didn't have any ammo left at all. But I took a closer look at his face and I began to remember that I
had seen him before. Back in 2007, there was a man who was being hunted down by an assassin and escaped into wrestling to avoid death. Considering he was still alive, it seemed like he got away from that person-- who turned out to be his ex-wife--
Julio Ramirez. That's who he is. I remember now!Somehow I dragged him onto his feet and was aware that he was kinda light. His trench coat unfolded and I could feel the bones of his ribs prodding against his own skin. Poor guy was almost completely skin and bone. Draping one of his arms over me, I began to take him back home. Gabe was out of town for a couple days, but even if he was home I'm sure he wouldn't mind housing a fellow wrestler in dire need. I was glad that we weren't miles away from home, or I'd have to call a taxi and that might risk his life. I recalled him to be a wanted man in Mexico and considering how close San Diego was to the border... but I digress.
While I was drag-walking Monsieur Julio along, I started to let my mind drift to other things. My returning match in TGW was against a man named "Bad Man" Reece Jackson. An odd character of sorts; I wasn't sure if he was real or not. It seemed like someone out of the fantasy book, but maybe that was going a bit too far. At least his look carried that sense of adventure. Four hundred pounds, almost dark like crimson and tattoos all over. I was contemplating how to face someone so big when I was so tiny in comparison. At this point, it was all about speed and only hitting the aerial moves when he was
absolutely down and unlikely to get up for a while. Yeah, that was it. I don't think Blinding Colors is going to work, so it'll have to be the Angelic Clutch. Hence, down and out is the key. Maybe go for a knock-out shot or two. Or ten, it depends. As long as he doesn't wield a weapon, I won't have to steal back my glitter chair from Gabe and strike for love and justice. I think I would be just fine. Alli's thinking Monsieur Bad Man's gonna slaughter me, but I have other plans. The rumors of me hunting for the TGW title aren't rumors anymore. I can thank Rosalyn Pryce for getting the rumors started in the first place. The young lady's like a little sister to me.
Finally we were back home. I settled Julio against the wall for a moment, grabbed my key and opened the door. I relieved him of his muddy and torn chucks and brought him into the warmth of my house, then I removed his worn out navy trench coat and placed him comfortably on the couch. Immediately I ran over to get some blankets for him and settled them over his body.to provide more warmth. I placed a hand on his forehead and frowned.
"You're burning up, monsieur," I whispered to myself, drew my hand away and decided to work on a cup of orange citrus tea for him. While the water in the tea pot was set to warm up quickly, I remembered his revolver in his coat pocket and walked over to it. When I reached to pull it out, I noticed there was another one in the other pocket and investigated the chamber.
This one had three bullets in it. I was lucky that he hadn't drawn this one... I was quick to disarm the gun and safely remove the bullets, checking the pockets to make sure there were no other signs of ammo. Not finding anymore, I hid the empty revolvers somewhere he wouldn't think of searching-- my boyfriend's underwear drawer. ... What? I was going to make sure they weren't there before Gabe came back home. Don't look at me like that.
When I came back out of mine and Gabe's room, I heard the tea pot whistling. I made my way into the kitchen, turned off the stove and poured some hot water into a big mug with a teabag of orange citrus and a swirl of honey. That was when I heard Julio stir and walked back out into the living room with the mug in hand. I set it on the coffee table next to him, pulled up a chair and sat down. He groaned once before his purple-like blue eyes opened and stared in my direction.
"It's okay," I began to tell him with a gentle smile.
"You're safe now. I'm not going to hurt you."His eyes went from me to the blankets that gave him warmth and raised an eyebrow.
"... ¿Estás loca?" he asked me, but I didn't know what he was saying. He watched me again as I took his mug of tea in my hands and held it out to him. The poor guy seemed hesitant, but then he reached out and took it from me, staring into his reflection.
"Hm... why did you bring me here?""To help you," I replied and placed my hands on my lap.
"I wasn't about to let you stay out there, Monsieur Julio."He looked back at me and narrowed his eyes.
"How do you know my name? Are you with the policia?"I shook my head.
"No. I remembered you from LWA back in 2007, that's all."For a moment, he seemed to look over me entirely from head to toe before he took a sip of his drink.
"Oh... you're the crazy girl."That made me frown a little.
"It's Xaria Linette.""I'll call you what I want," he retorted with a glare and took another sip of his tea. He was so cold and isolated from humanity... was it because of his past experiences? I remember him saying his ex-wife killed their son...
"Eres como Martin descrito usted. Demasiado brillante y colorido." I didn't know a thing he said except for one word:
Martin. The only person I could associate with that name was...
"Vyrus?"He simply nodded his head and downed the rest of the drink with a sigh.
"Never thought I'd see you again, but now that we're here, he says hi." Really? I always knew Vyrus to hate my guts. I tilted my head in curiosity as he set the mug down and placed his head on the pillow again.
"Would you like a bath and a hot meal?" I asked him, knowing that he needed hygiene and a full stomach. He turned to me again and raised an eyebrow.
"Don't worry, it's on the house. You can even spend the night tonight. We have a guest room.""Hn... you're too soft. You do realize I could kill you, take your valuables and run, right?" he smirked.
"But you won't," I tilted my head.
"Because you said so yourself-- 'The only other person I'm going to kill is my ex-wife and no one else'."He shook his head.
"Tch... for someone with a mental illness, you have a pretty good memory.""For now..." I weakly smiled and lowered my head for a moment before I glanced up again.
"So what do you say?""Say to what?""Free lodgings, meals and bathing?"He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, sure. But no one else can know about this, y'hear?""I hear," I answered and stood up, making my way back into the kitchen to fix a nice meal for him. Fortunately, I had taken my medication for the night and didn't have to worry about setting the kitchen on fire...
like last time... hee-hee.