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| Celeste Camini vs. Trent Turner; Premier Championship Tournament: Round 1 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 4 2011, 11:23 PM (231 Views) | |
| Allocco | Aug 4 2011, 11:23 PM Post #1 |
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/Deadline: 08.26.11 @ 11:59:59 PM EST RP Limit: 3 Venue: Royale Majestic Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada Please post your RPS within the match thread. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 24 2011, 06:30 PM Post #2 |
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I have to go. I have to get away from this situation.... and this person who is dragging me down with him. I need to put miles and miles between me and my past. Where am I going to go? how far does it take for someone to run from their past? Death, betrayal, anger, using and being used... all these things I want to get away from. No... I need to get away from. I can't handle any more. Adam Allocco... he is the center of all of this. He is the personification of my horrible memories. He is the one I will run from and blame it all on. Italy. That's where I will go. I will go home and hide from everything bad in the world. I won't have to think about any of this. I will be with my people and my family. They will protect me form all the evil in the world... and all the evil I have done. At least, that's what I thought. Reality has a way of catching up to you, no matter where you run to. That is something I learned the hard way. Italy took my mind off of things for a few weeks. But everywhere I turned, a memory would shoot me back into the dark hole of despair I had been trying to avoid. Familiarity was not a blanket I could hide under. I need to go somewhere new. Somewhere no one knew my name or my past and I could pretend to be happy till I actually believed it myself. I looked at a map of the United States. Idaho. That's where I'll go next. Who lives in Idaho? No one who would know who this ex pro wrestler Celeste Camini. I could blend in and get a normal job and no one would think twice about this foreign girl. So I packed my bags and took off in the middle of the night without telling anyone where I was going. Not even Jackie knew where I hoped to take refuge. Things started out great. No one knew me here. I couldn't see the mix of pity and loathing in people's eyes as we passed on the street. I could almost believe that I could be normal again. That I wouldn't have to think about Lucas. I wouldn't have to think about Hiro Tanaka, or Adam Allocco. I could just go on living my life as a totally new person. The feeling was wonderful. I started a job at the grocery store down the street from my apartment in the floral department during the days and I waitressed during the nights. I kept myself busy so I couldn't think about anything else. After about a month of blissful not thinking, the floral department had to cut back my hours. I found myself with days off that I didn't want. I couldn't have free time to think. I needed to live on perpetual too little sleep. But you know how it is, the harder you try not to think of something, the more it tries to creep into your skull. I started drinking in those times off. Just enough to keep my mind from wondering, and for when it did, to numb the pain I felt. As the weeks went on, it took more and more alcohol to keep my head on straight. It started affecting my performance at the waitressing job and they had to let me go. That lead to more time to think, and ultimately to more alcohol needed to keep the depression at bay. Pretty soon, most of the meager pay check I collected went to hard liquor. Late one night, I was on my way home from the second package store run of the night. I drinking straight vodka from the bottle and stumbling pretty badly. I had been lucky enough to have three stores that sold alcohol within walking distance. I saw a flyer posted on the side of a building. It was for a missing dog. The picture on the flyer was a young boy with no hair. He seemed to be going through chemo for some sort of cancer. I crumpled to the ground, holding my heart with one hand. "Stay away Lucas!!" I yelled at the picture in the flyer, though it looked nothing like my late son. I put the cold bottle filled with my relief to my lips and tilted it back so the burning liquid filled my mouth. I had only just bought the bottle a few minutes ago, but here it was, being drained into my stomach in a quick succession. Tears stung my eyes as the burning went down my throat, filling my stomach who's only content for the day had been one bottle after another. That was the last thing I remembered. When I woke up, I was covered in tubes and wires. My head felt like shit, and my stomach was even worse. I was groggy and disoriented. I tried to get up out of the bed, realized my clothes were gone and instead I was dressed in a hospital gown. I looked around the stark white room with beeping monitors. The sounds gave me a horrid head ach and brought up images of things I didn't want to think about. Lucas in a bed similar to this, smiling at me, reassuring ME. How could I have been so weak as to make my own son reassure ME that it was going to be ok. I started pulling at the tubes in my arms. As the IV ripped through my arm, I gasped in pain, but kept pulling at things. I need to get away, this is too painful. Suddenly a hand clasps onto my shoulder, the other hand takes my arm that I was trying to use to pull out another IV. I look up into the face of a smiling doctor. He had short cropped red hair and a red goatee. "Woah, slow down there Celeste! You're going to hurt yourself like that. Sorry I wasn't here when you woke up, but you're in a hospital." "No shit..." I mumble and pull my hand away from his grasp. "Well someone seems to be in a grumpy mood. We had to pump your stomach, and you had a low grade fever so we're keeping you in for a little while longer. I'm Dr. Donny Hamilton, I'll be taking care of you. Would you like something to drink?" He was saying as he signaled for some nurses to come in and bandage me up from the mess I had made of my arms. "I'm fine. I just need to go." I grumbled in reply, trying to shoo off nurses as I dripped blood all over the sheets. The doctor looked down on me with his big brown eyes and a lopsided grin. "Sorry Kiddo, but when a patient presents themselves with a laundry list of past injuries, such as you do, we are required to keep them in for observation." I narrow my eyes at him. "I have a good reason for all of those injuries." "Oh, I'm sure you do. People in abusive relationships usually do." He says, lowering his voice as the nurses who had pinned me down finished with the bandages. They leave and I shake my head adamantly. "I am not in an abusive relationship. Hell I'm not even in a relationship! Now let me go!" I growl at him like the wounded animal I was. I didn't care if I was hurting his feelings or scaring him. I just needed to get the hell out of here before my mind could go even further into places I couldn't handle delving into. I needed a drink, something to clear my head... Dr. Hamilton sat down on the side of my bed and looked at the mess I had become. I didn't even want to look into the mirror right now. I must have looked like some sort of deformed monster, and yet, he just sat there and smiled. "Look, I'm not very good at this whole restraining people. I'm a pediatric doctor normally, I'm just filling in for a friend in the ER. I know who you are, and what those injuries are really from though, but policy is policy. I'm sorry." He reached out and touched the side of my head, his smile warm and sweet. I must have been staring at him funnily because when he realized what he was doing, he pulled his hand away. I could feel my face turn red and I tried to grasp onto something that was coherent and angry sounding so he wouldn't notice how flustered I had become. "How the hell do you know who I am?" He rolled his eyes and laughed. "I may be a doctor, but I'm pretty dang dorky. I used to watch Oblivion, now SCW. I've followed you since your debut. Never actually thought I would meet you though. And in the ER of all places!" My eyes widen and I started after my wires again, but he grabbed my arms. "Let go of me" I warned, by green eyes boring into his brown ones. I was not afraid he was going to try and do something to me, I knew I could take him on, even in this state, but I knew I needed to leave. If he told someone who I was and where I was, it wouldn't be long till I was found and would have to face people I didn't want to. "Relax. You've disappeared from the wrestling world, hell, no one has been able to find you. I get it. I haven't said anything to anyone. I didn't let them clean you up in case one of them recognized you. You're safe." He said in a soft voice, trying to calm my fears. "I can get you out of here in three hours if you just calm down and sit there. Watch some tv, eat something, just give me three hours. Please." Three hours, I could do that I think... And he said he didn't tell anyone? He could be lying.. calling the press right now. I look into his eyes that haven't budged from where they had been staring into mine. There was no hesitation, no guilt, nothing in them, but a strong determination to get me to agree. I sigh and nod slowly. His smile glows and could almost light up the whole room. "Great, thank you, I'll be back here in three hours, I swear. If not, you have my permission to kick my ass, and I know you can haha." The corners of my mouth twitch up on their own accord. There was something about him, that I just couldn't help but smile. A real smile... the first one in months. "Alright." ------------ Present Day ----------- My daughter, Vienna, sits with her back against the couch. She is only a year old now, but her dark brown curls hang loosely around her cute baby fat face. In her hands is an old action figure of me from my time back in SCW. My husband thought it would be cute to let her play with her mommy's action figure. I feel it's a reminder of bad days, but she seems to like it, so I don't have the heart to take it away from her. I look down at my baby girl and smile. It has been years since I had gotten into the ring. What had made me come back to this career that drove me to drink myself almost to death? I don't want my daughter to look at her mother and see a woman who quit when the going got tough. When Aries reached out to me and told me that Majestic was opening its doors yet again, I thought it was time to climb back up on that horse. I'm back in a good place in my life and I feel like I can take the stress that I know will arise with me coming back into the ring. And so now, I am booked on the first Salvation show against a man named Trent Turner. I rest my head on the arm of the couch, looking down at Vienna, running my fingers through her soft hair. "Trent Turner. That's who Mommy's going to face. I know you really don't understand what I'm talking about, and that's perfectly fine with me baby. I just need to talk it out." She looks up at me with her smoldering brown eyes in a look of questioning. I laugh and shake my head. "Trent is new to Majestic and the way the Allocco's run this place. I, on the other hand, was Majestic's first champion when it first opened. I know I haven't stepped foot into the ring in a while, but it doesn't mean I have lost my edge. I know people will see that I am the new and improved Celeste Camini . I'm not the b-i-t-c-h, I used to be..." I look down at Vienna who had no idea what was going on anyway so spelling it out really didn't matter. "But it doesn't make me any less powerful. Come Salvation, I will prove that to everyone... and especially to Trent Turner." |
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