Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Sept 21, 2013 14:32:30 GMT -5
HEAD
OVER
HEELS
A Scarlett Quinn RP
He only loves those things
Because he loves to see them break
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache..."
-Hole "Doll Parts"
For the first time tonight, Scarlett felt okay. The tremor of thoughts in her mind had settled- gone was the worry and the unnerving anxiety that seemed to bubble up inside her after Battleground
Nothing seemed to matter.
Her loud mind quiet.
Her body no longer aching.
Scarlett felt fine, which was such bullcrap because things weren't fine. In fact, the Princess of Wrestling was pretty damn sure that she just made things worse.
She messed up, messed up big time...
And just how bad was it? Well, for starters she was naked on the bed of a girl she only met a couple hours ago.
"F*ck.".
Scarlett waited until she was asleep before she dressed up and split. She didn't even want to cab it back to the motel, she walked.
So what if it was a twenty minute ride back? Scarlett had nowhere to go and even if she did, she wasn't in any hurry.
She wanted to be alone anyway and Scarlett was sure to give herself what she wanted.
Earlier that night...
Scarlett skipped put on the macho-sounding biker-themed bar that screamed out Aerosmith and AC/DC. The name had something to do with motorcycles. Despite being a "daddy's girl", Scarlett never really cared for motorcycles. As far as the women of clan McGurk was concerned, it was "Wayne's Thing".
Instead, Scarlett opted for the (considerably safer) bar down the block that seemed to attract a college crowd, which was chill enough not to card people on their way in.
It looked exactly like the bar from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and they played a mix of Modest Mouse and Kanye at this place- music that Scarlett really didn't care for. And typically, since this was a college-bar, there was beer pong.
Scarlett went straight for the bar and perched herself there with a beer. It was all really chill until this guy tapped her on the shoulder.
"Are you Scarlett Quinn?"
Scarlett turned to him with a tired smile "You bet your a** I am."
"This is so cool! You're the WFWF World Champion."
"... Thanks?"
"I've got to have a picture with you."
"Uhm-"
The thoughtless bastard fished out his android, squished real close to Scarlett and snapped a picture.
Scarlett didn't smile
"Thanks." the guy said, looking at the picture
Scarlett held up her beer "You didn't have to ask!"
"Really?" the guy asked, putting his android back into his pocket. He just stood there, like he was expecting something else, looking like a complete 'tard
"Welp!" Scarlett shrugged, turning away "You have a good one!".
It wasn't long before the thoughtless jerk was bothering her again "Lemme buy you a drink."
"I'm good, thanks."
"Come on, I insist!"
Scarlett held up her beer and pointed "You see this? Still my first beer."
"That's cool, I can buy you another one when you're done." The thoughtless jerk took the stool beside her and sat down
"What if I don't want another beer?"
He didn't know what to say
"Look, it isn't that I don't appreciate it because I do, but I really didn't come out tonight to talk to anyone."
"Then, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I wanted to go out and enjoy my own company?"
"You shoulda stayed home."
"You really don't get it, do you?" Scarlett shot out "Has it ever occurred to you that the kind of person inclined to spend a Friday night at home could actually seek, dare I say yearn, the noise of people? So what if I don't want to bother with them- that's not going to stop me from going out and experiencing the world on my own terms."
"Typical."
"Say that again."
The thoughtless jerk got right into her face "I said its typical."
"Which part of 'thanks, but no thanks' didn't you understand? You offered me a drink and I politely declined. Tell me if I'm wrong here."
He rolled his eyes "B*tch!"
Scarlett grabbed his offers as gripped it tight, wrenching his knuckles against each other
"I'm trying very hard to be nice, so I'll let you go-"
Scarlett cracked his knuckles "But not before I tell you this:"
Scarlett snapped his wrist and tightened her grip "If I'm your definition of what a bitch is, then you clearly don't understand women at all."
Scarlett let him go and the thoughtless jerk ran away, but the damage was done: Scarlett's evening was ruined.
Scarlett downed what was left of her beer and holding it up, she covered her mouth, burping "I'll have another."
"You sure about that?" the lady bartender asked
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Okay, but take it easy."
She cracked the cap off and handed the beer to Scarlett "It's on the house."
Scarlett took the beer and smiled "Thank you!"
The lady bartender leaned over ad asked "Why would you take a accept a beer from me but not from him?"
"Because you don't come off like a creep."
The lady bartender laughed and held out her hand "I'm River."
Scarlett smiled and shook it "Scarlett Quinn.".
Scarlett didn't bother to turn on the lights when she came back to her room.
She didn't want anything but the darkness- it comforted her, it didn't make her feel like anything and to be perfectly honest, she felt like nothing.
Which was fine, because right now, she'd rather feel like nothing than something because whatever that something was, it was staring back at her at the face just torturing her with its presence until she looked.
"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!" Scarlett shouted, kicking the door again and against until the girl slumped down to her knees, screaming at the top of her lucks as tears started rolling down her eyes
"You stupid girl! You stupid, f*cking girl! Why did you have to answer the phone that night- my life was okay! I was fine- I didn't care for anyone or anything and you had to answer that f*cking call for your sh*thead brother and you just had to make me fall in love with you!"
... "AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
Scarlett sprawled on all fours as she started pounding her fist down on the carpet
"I was fine and if you weren't in my life, I wouldn't have any problems about going into war with your brother, because he's a sh*thead and I should have expected this to happen anyway, because that's just the kind of person he is! But no- I can't do that! Why? Because I love you so f*cking much that I know how much having a family to call your own means to you and the last thing I wanted to do was take that away from you.
You were a fool for falling for me, and I was a bigger fool for allowing it to even happen in the first place!
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
Scarlett got up and in a complete fit, she yanked the TV from the table and smashed it on the ground, stomping over the broken set as she screamed out; her tears getting the better of her will.
Scarlett threw herself away from the wreck and slumped down on the corner, cradling herself
"... I never asked for any of this! I just wanted to be the best wrestler in the world- that's it! I wanted to win titles and travel the world just to wrestle... WHY THE F*CK DOES THIS HAVE TO GET SO COMPLICATED!"
Scarlett wept on a hush murmur and kept herself there.
She was alone and she was giving herself what she wanted
"Why?... Why?... Why?".
<***>
The bus could only take Scarlett so far and it wasn't long before she found herself winding her journey down on foot.
The sun was at full hilt; blaring it's rays down across the pavement, hearing up the ground around her that it felt a lot hotter than it actually was.
"When I was little, I used to tell myself that wrestlers never cried. As far as I was concerned, wrestlers were the strongest people in the world and nothing ever hurt them.
I should know. I grew up around them and I revered them to the highest standards that it was unthinkable for me to not want to follow in their lead.
I realize now that this isn't always the case and that wrestlers get hurt, that wrestlers do cry. And that's okay, because as wrestlers we often forget that we aren't always superheroes, and life has a dry cruel way of reminding each of us of just how human we really are.
I've seen for my own two eyes the darkest expressions that plague a wrestler's soul and as God and my Grandfather are witness, I can not allow that to happen to me.
The shades have been lifted and I see men like Trace Demon and Reverend Shadow for what they really are and come Revolution, I won't be coming into hurt them. To tell the truth, I couldn't care less if Penny and I win or lose- I'm walking into Revolution as a mirror and I'm going to remind them of what they were before they allowed the lust and pride and debauchery of this sport to claim them."
Scarlett stopped for a moment. The heat was really getting to her; sweat dripping from her temples as she began quietly praying for something to come along an cool her down.
It could be rain, or a gust of wind, or even an ice-cream truck!
Like seriously, there was an ice-cream truck coming her way. It was so random!
The truck got close enough for Scarlett to notice the familiar sight of wrestling's favorite reverend behind the wheel
The ice-cream truck came to a stop and Scarlett smiled at the padre
"You're not Mr. Frosty, but you'd pass as someone's pervert uncle.".
