Post by Aerynn Donnelly on Aug 8, 2014 22:15:51 GMT -6
>>> 29 July 2014 – Tempe, AZ <<<
Silence.
That's what she'd been in for weeks now. Pure, blessed.. Silence.
She didn't speak to anyone. Didn't take any calls. Didn't make any calls. Save for one. She had called to see how Bethany was doing after the attack from The Children's Priestess, Maiko Adachi. And then hung up the phone. Turning it off once the conversation had ended.
And she didn't bother turning it back on.
She didn't bother with much, since the previous show. Well, since she snapped, really. And then the thing with Logan happened.
Needless to say, the Irish Princess, delved into the silence that had welcomed her with open arms.
She woke the morning after the Monday Night Mayhem in Tempe, made arrangements with the hotel staff to have her luggage sent to the hotel she'd be at in Scottsdale and then left. She had her bike, and that's what mattered.
Truth be told, she could've just stayed at the hotel in Tempe seeing as how Scottsdale was only like twenty-minutes away from Tempe. But, she needed to ride. And that's exactly what she did.
She had dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a black tank top and hoodie and a pair of knee-high boots. Only to pull her blonde hair back into a loose braid and head out.
She made sure that she had her iPod with her and before putting her helmet on, she placed her earbuds into her ears, turned the music on and once her bike growled into life, she took off.
>>> 29 July 2014 – Somewhere Along Hwy 60 <<<
“Aerynn! What are you doing!?”
The voice screamed out of the madness of her mind.
“I can't do this anymore, Aerynn. I'm done.”
Came another into the mix.
Aerynn growled out a sigh and kicked her bike up to 100 miles per hour.
“Brody called me.”
That voice made her twitch and clench her jaw.
“I'm sorry, Miss Donnelly. He's gone.”
“Come on, Aerynn! Don't do this!”
Yet another added to the mix.
“Brody was there, Aerynn. Actually there. I talked to him.”
She...had...had...enough!
She twisted the accelerator of the bike and pushed it up to 160 miles per hour. She hadn't even really paid attention to the fact that she was out in the middle of the desert and flying down the highway at deadly speeds.
She had snapped. Her mind, fractured. She was not the same Aerynn Donnelly she had come into the U.W.A. as. Joshua wanted a monster? Kyle Travis didn't think she could be that monster.
They were all in for a big surprise.
All of them.
Kyle Travis. Maiko Adachi. Fraser Freeman. The Silver Baron.. And Arsenal.
The Aerynn Donnelly they had all come to know. The Aerynn Donnelly that was best friends with Bethany Kenyon. The Aerynn Donnelly that had taken beat downs, stitches and broken bones for her family to survive. The Aerynn Donnelly that had faced a man twice her size in her first ever U.W.A. match. The Aerynn Donnelly that stood up for a woman she had hated at first in Jeszika Gautier. The Aerynn Donnelly that had even befriended, on some level, Ashley Kenyon. The very same Aerynn Donnelly that won the first ever World Wresting title match...
Was gone.
The lights were on.. But no one was home. At least, not in the aspect of this being the same Aerynn that everyone had come to know.
No, that Aerynn was gone. In her place stood woman who had been pushed to the limit. In her place stood a woman who had nothing to lose. In her place was a woman who was putting everything on the line....
All to take one man down.
The Children wouldn't be able to stop her. Maiko Adachi wouldn't be able to stop her.
Joshua McBride... Would meet his end.
>>> Later that Night <<<
She didn't recall how she got to her hotel room. She didn't recall checking in and walking into her room.
But the next thing she knew, she was standing in the middle of it. Bag in hand and a key card in the other. She looked down at the key card and then over to the bed. She tossed her bag onto the bed and turned to head out once more.
>>> 8 August 2014 – Scottsdale, AZ <<<
“Who are ye 'gain?”
She asked as the camera came into focus.
“Photographer Bob.. Tha' name.. Should mean somethin', aye? But fer tha life o' me, I canna seem tae place me finger on it.”
She lifts a hand up and taps her lips with a finger. And then suddenly, snaps them.
“Tha's right! Yer tha' paparazzi low life who thinks he's tha worlds next Adam Ferguson 'r Paul Couvrette.”
She waved a hand dismissively towards the camera.
“Nae, yer none o' them. Yer nae e'en close, boy-o.
Howe'er, whot ye are.. is exactly whot ye've claimed..
Yer a steppin' stone.
Yer tha sacrificial lamb on tha alter in which ye've been placed. See, Joshua thinks he can throw ye in me path an' I'll jus' ferget tha' he's in me sights. He's scared. All o' his plans are startin' tae unravel. They're beginnin' tae see.. All o' them.. Tha' he's nae tha Master o' Destruction he believes himself tae be.
See, yer right 'bout one thing, Mister Brooks. Yer nae tha brightest crayon in tha box.”
She growled out a soft laugh.
“I mean, truthfully. How easy it could've been fer ye tae make a name fer yerself here. How simple it could've been fer ye tae do whot I've done.. Whot Arsenal has done.. Ye could've come inta tha U.W.A an' made a name fer yerself by standin' up an' joinin' tha fight.
But whot'd ye do? Ye tried tae regal us wit' yer charm. Ye tried tae make jokes 'bout how ye'd like tae take me out fer a night an' then bed me.
One..
Tha'll ne'er happen. I wouldna let Maiko Adachi wrap her rancid cunt 'round yer cock.. Much less fuck ye m'self.
So, get tha' idea outta yer thick skull. 'R leave it fer yer own masturbatory fantasies.
I dinna give a fuck.”
She begins to pace back and forth as if she's thinking. Remembering.
She lifts a hand up to place the heel of her palm against her temple and twitches.
“SHUT UP!”
She screams out. But no one was there.
She twitched her head slightly to push the voices out.
Then turned to look back at the camera.
“Bruised. Bloody. Battered?
Tha's whot ye think yer gonna get from this match, Mister Brooks? Tha's all ye think ye've got comin' fer ye?”
She shakes her head sadly.
“I feel fer ye, Mister Brooks. I feel fer tha fact tha' I am gonna take ye.. An' I am gonna break ye in half.
But nae 'cause Joshua McBride put ye in me path.. Nae 'cause yer a blight rancid shit stain on tha carpets o' tha worse whore house in all o' Arizona..
But 'cause...
Yer simple a steppin' stone.”
And with that.. the scene fades to black.
