Post by Iggy Deluna. on Mar 23, 2022 0:56:27 GMT
oh, and the award for the best liar goes to you, goes to you
for making me believe that you could be faithful to me
let's hear your speech, oh
how 'bout a round of applause?
a standing ovation
take a bow - rihanna
FLASHBACK
APRIL 2020
THE STRAW THAT BROKE THE CAMELS BACK
"Where are you going to go?"
The air is thick around them, it's been a long time coming, but neither of them could have beaten around the bush much longer. Amara knew more than anything that this decision had been one that she should have made a long time ago, but she had constantly believed that Jonathan could change. Even if it came at her own expense. That's where the issue had been for so long, believing that he could ever change from being the dirty dog that he was. How many times had he cheated on her? There wasn't enough room on both hands to count anymore. Amara should have had more respect for herself than that.
"I'll figure somethin' out. This ain't the first time I been kicked out. Always got somewhere to lay my head at the end of the night, so don't worry 'bout it."
Jonathan slung the backpack over his shoulder haphazardly, only after zipping it shut soundly. Only merely an hour ago had Amara caught him in their bed with another woman, the first time she had ever caught him in the act. Yet, he was acting as if she had been in the wrong for telling him to get his shit and get gone.
As he stood in the doorway of the bedroom, Amara sat on the floor, legs crossed as she stared blankly at him. Jonathan lingers in the doorway, shifts from foot to foot. There's so much to say, but there's not enough words for how hurt Amara had felt in this very moment. She's pregnant, he doesn't know that yet, but how could she tell him now?
"This isn't my fault, Jonathan, I want you to know that."
A beat.
"Maybe it is my fault, for loving you too much. For trying to do the best things I could by being your wife. I never cheated on you, I never did anything to shame you or hurt you. I gave you chance after chance after chance, even when I know I should have given up."
Her voice breaks in spots and she has to clear her throat for a moment. There's silence so thick in the air that you could cut it with a knife. Not a single response from the man who has his back turned towards his wife. Amara's frustration only grows, until she finally snaps in a way that she hadn't expected from her own mouth.
"I'm pregnant, Jonathan."
As if tears hadn't already been spilling down her cheeks before, it seemed to open the floodgates entirely. The words stop him in his tracks, seemingly gluing him to the floor as he slowly turns around to face his wife who had still been sitting on the floor. There's a look on his face, a mixture of shock and awe all mixed into one. The backpack slung over one shoulder is slowly dropped to the floor as he turns to step foot into the room once again. Amara is wiping hurriedly at her face, though the tears don't seem to want to stop anytime soon.
"How long have you known?"
"About a month or so."
"You should have told me."
There's a humorless laugh that spills from Amara's lips as she sniffles slightly, glancing up at the man who crouches in front of her. Using the sleeve of her sweater, she wipes at her nose and face. When could she have found the time to tell him? In between his own selfish escapades? There was never a right time to tell him. There was never a chance to tell him. She didn't even know if she wanted to keep the baby.
"You were busy with your own bullshit, I never had a chance to tell you. Even so, it doesn't change anything. This isn't working out anymore, for either of us. It hasn't been working out for a long time and I think it's time we finally owned up to that much."
"We can make this work. We can do counseling or some shit, somethin'. I want this to work, if not for us, then for the life growing inside of you. Shouldn't that be enough?"
"Please, don't make this harder than it already is, Jon. You chose your path and you continuously stick to it, you don't want to make this work, and I'm... I'm tired of giving you chances. I can deal with my own shit by myself, I can handle life on my own. I don't need you or anyone else to hold my hand."
Amara glances away from him, hot tears slowly coming to a stop as bloodshot eyes seemingly focus on the carpet. She doesn't want to talk about the baby right now, even if she knows they need to have this discussion at some point. But, right now? She just wanted to curl into a ball and forget the rest of the world for as long as possible. It would make the pain more bearable, wouldn't it?
"I'm sorry, 'Mara. Really, I am. I can change, I can stop being selfish. We can make this shit work. Please."
"Just go, Jonathan. There's nothing else I have to say to you. There's nothing you can say to change my decision. I still want a divorce when all is said and done. I still want you out of my life when all is said and done. Now, please... Leave me alone and shut the door behind you."
Amara wastes no more time talking, instead crawls into bed and beneath the sheets and blankets. Curls into a ball as Jonathan takes one last look at her. Without another word, he leaves the room and Amara behind, in the dead of the night. As soon as the front door closes soundly, Amara lets go of all the things she's holding deep inside.
Tears spill down her cheeks hot and heavy and she lets herself feel every single emotion freely. She could handle being alone, even if she would have chosen differently on any other day. Even if the pain felt too much to bear, this was life.
CURRENT DAY
MARCH 2022
NEW BEGINNINGS
"Well, well, well. Here we are, CU:LT. Interestin' li'l place ya'll got goin' on here, eh?"
Iggy spills smoke from between her lips, cigarette tucked between index and middle finger as she sits on the balcony. Blake's getting some downtime in the gym and she's taking the time to finally work on her own promo. Feet prop up onto the balcony railing as she stretches out, soaking up the rays from the sun as she closes her eyes for a moment. She looks right at home in the humid air, hair tied back with a bandana as curls are let loose.
"New beginnings are kinda overrated, but that's exactly what this is for me. Been a long time since I stepped foot into a company, but I'm gonna absolutely make sure I make an impact around here. I'm going to make sure I give it my very all every single time I step foot inside of a match. That's just who I am."
Sitting up a bit, Iggy blows out another cloud of smoke. She seems to be pensive, lost in her own thoughts as she stares out at the setting sun. She's spent so much time outside soaking up some much needed sunlight that it's hard to think about when she first got here. Instead, she rests her elbows on both armrests of the chair she's seated in.
"One thing you'll learn real quick about me is that I don't back down from a challenge. Lissie Hope is a challenge and one that I am more than willing to take on. In fact, Lissie is a well known name and me? Well, people know my name, but maybe not as many that know Lissie's name."
"During her first run as AW World Champion, she held that gold for seven days. During her second run, she held it for twenty one days. She's held numerous other titles, sure, but hey. You know where her best work came from? Tag Team wrestling. Sixty four days as a Tag Team Champion with Addy A."
That's not to disrespect tag team wrestling, don't get it twisted. Iggy has been in her fair share of teams. She's just stating mere facts.
"I get it, Lissie. It's hard out here being all on your own, but you make it work. You don't take shit from anyone and you always stand your ground, that's what I like about you. We're alike in that way, not taking shit from anyone, standing our ground. Maybe you're right, maybe I am one of the few people who doesn't hate you these days."
"Hell, I barely even know you, outside of seeing some of your work before. It's like I said, I know you're talented, I know you're damn well good at what you do. But, I'm not going to make this easy on you by any means necessary."
Fingers flick the remaining ash and cigarette butt out on the ashtray beside her. The last remnants of smoke billowing out in a low and slow cloud around her. It's not an everyday thing, she doesn't need to smoke every single day, but she's admittedly been on edge the past few days. She needed this.
"I like you, Lissie. Genuinely, I do. Admittedly, I wanted to ruffle your feathers a bit in the beginning when they announced that you had signed your name on that dotted line. Just to see if you were worth all the hype. But, then we got to see each member slowly announced one by one, seemingly outnumbered by spookies from several different dimensions and me? Well, I figured making some unlikely alliances couldn't hurt in the least."
"Even if it meant making an alliance with someone the world seems to have so much heat with. But, hey. I'm the last person to judge anyone. I wasn't always holding onto alliances, not until familiar faces started sprouting shortly after I had signed. Then, it just kinda... clicked. Like pieces of a puzzle. No matter how jagged they may have been."
"I meant every word that I said about having your back, Lissie. But, make no mistake about it, when it comes to getting into that ring as opponents? There's no hard feelings, I'm not expecting you to go easy on me, nor would I ever in a million years ask you or anyone else to do that. I want you to give me everything you've got and I want you to give me it all."
"I don't want this to be an easy time for me, hell, I know this won't be an easy time for me. But, that doesn't mean that I don't know there's a possibility that I could lose. There's always that fifty-fifty chance when it comes to one on one matches. But, I don't ever go down without putting up one hell of a fight."
"You seem to have the notion that all I know how to do is Clothesline people. That all I know how to do is put these tree trunk arms to good use because I'm taller than just about every single female on this roster. Not to mention, I can play with the big boys on equal ground. But, maybe that's just a small advantage for me. You've got the experience, you've got the accolades, but I just don't think you have as much spirit for this like I do."
"But, hey, I've been proven wrong before time and time again. So... Prove me wrong, Lissie. Show me why you want to force your way into that New World Championship spot. But, me? I'll continue to prove why I'm one of the best damn wrestlers there ever is. I don't need to force my way into anything. I won't wish you good luck, 'cause you don't need it. So... Let's tear the roof off the damn place. Together."
Iggy throws a wink towards the camera, before stepping towards it and cutting the scene off as things fade to black a moment later.
for making me believe that you could be faithful to me
let's hear your speech, oh
how 'bout a round of applause?
a standing ovation
take a bow - rihanna
FLASHBACK
APRIL 2020
THE STRAW THAT BROKE THE CAMELS BACK
"Where are you going to go?"
The air is thick around them, it's been a long time coming, but neither of them could have beaten around the bush much longer. Amara knew more than anything that this decision had been one that she should have made a long time ago, but she had constantly believed that Jonathan could change. Even if it came at her own expense. That's where the issue had been for so long, believing that he could ever change from being the dirty dog that he was. How many times had he cheated on her? There wasn't enough room on both hands to count anymore. Amara should have had more respect for herself than that.
"I'll figure somethin' out. This ain't the first time I been kicked out. Always got somewhere to lay my head at the end of the night, so don't worry 'bout it."
Jonathan slung the backpack over his shoulder haphazardly, only after zipping it shut soundly. Only merely an hour ago had Amara caught him in their bed with another woman, the first time she had ever caught him in the act. Yet, he was acting as if she had been in the wrong for telling him to get his shit and get gone.
As he stood in the doorway of the bedroom, Amara sat on the floor, legs crossed as she stared blankly at him. Jonathan lingers in the doorway, shifts from foot to foot. There's so much to say, but there's not enough words for how hurt Amara had felt in this very moment. She's pregnant, he doesn't know that yet, but how could she tell him now?
"This isn't my fault, Jonathan, I want you to know that."
A beat.
"Maybe it is my fault, for loving you too much. For trying to do the best things I could by being your wife. I never cheated on you, I never did anything to shame you or hurt you. I gave you chance after chance after chance, even when I know I should have given up."
Her voice breaks in spots and she has to clear her throat for a moment. There's silence so thick in the air that you could cut it with a knife. Not a single response from the man who has his back turned towards his wife. Amara's frustration only grows, until she finally snaps in a way that she hadn't expected from her own mouth.
"I'm pregnant, Jonathan."
As if tears hadn't already been spilling down her cheeks before, it seemed to open the floodgates entirely. The words stop him in his tracks, seemingly gluing him to the floor as he slowly turns around to face his wife who had still been sitting on the floor. There's a look on his face, a mixture of shock and awe all mixed into one. The backpack slung over one shoulder is slowly dropped to the floor as he turns to step foot into the room once again. Amara is wiping hurriedly at her face, though the tears don't seem to want to stop anytime soon.
"How long have you known?"
"About a month or so."
"You should have told me."
There's a humorless laugh that spills from Amara's lips as she sniffles slightly, glancing up at the man who crouches in front of her. Using the sleeve of her sweater, she wipes at her nose and face. When could she have found the time to tell him? In between his own selfish escapades? There was never a right time to tell him. There was never a chance to tell him. She didn't even know if she wanted to keep the baby.
"You were busy with your own bullshit, I never had a chance to tell you. Even so, it doesn't change anything. This isn't working out anymore, for either of us. It hasn't been working out for a long time and I think it's time we finally owned up to that much."
"We can make this work. We can do counseling or some shit, somethin'. I want this to work, if not for us, then for the life growing inside of you. Shouldn't that be enough?"
"Please, don't make this harder than it already is, Jon. You chose your path and you continuously stick to it, you don't want to make this work, and I'm... I'm tired of giving you chances. I can deal with my own shit by myself, I can handle life on my own. I don't need you or anyone else to hold my hand."
Amara glances away from him, hot tears slowly coming to a stop as bloodshot eyes seemingly focus on the carpet. She doesn't want to talk about the baby right now, even if she knows they need to have this discussion at some point. But, right now? She just wanted to curl into a ball and forget the rest of the world for as long as possible. It would make the pain more bearable, wouldn't it?
"I'm sorry, 'Mara. Really, I am. I can change, I can stop being selfish. We can make this shit work. Please."
"Just go, Jonathan. There's nothing else I have to say to you. There's nothing you can say to change my decision. I still want a divorce when all is said and done. I still want you out of my life when all is said and done. Now, please... Leave me alone and shut the door behind you."
Amara wastes no more time talking, instead crawls into bed and beneath the sheets and blankets. Curls into a ball as Jonathan takes one last look at her. Without another word, he leaves the room and Amara behind, in the dead of the night. As soon as the front door closes soundly, Amara lets go of all the things she's holding deep inside.
Tears spill down her cheeks hot and heavy and she lets herself feel every single emotion freely. She could handle being alone, even if she would have chosen differently on any other day. Even if the pain felt too much to bear, this was life.
CURRENT DAY
MARCH 2022
NEW BEGINNINGS
"Well, well, well. Here we are, CU:LT. Interestin' li'l place ya'll got goin' on here, eh?"
Iggy spills smoke from between her lips, cigarette tucked between index and middle finger as she sits on the balcony. Blake's getting some downtime in the gym and she's taking the time to finally work on her own promo. Feet prop up onto the balcony railing as she stretches out, soaking up the rays from the sun as she closes her eyes for a moment. She looks right at home in the humid air, hair tied back with a bandana as curls are let loose.
"New beginnings are kinda overrated, but that's exactly what this is for me. Been a long time since I stepped foot into a company, but I'm gonna absolutely make sure I make an impact around here. I'm going to make sure I give it my very all every single time I step foot inside of a match. That's just who I am."
Sitting up a bit, Iggy blows out another cloud of smoke. She seems to be pensive, lost in her own thoughts as she stares out at the setting sun. She's spent so much time outside soaking up some much needed sunlight that it's hard to think about when she first got here. Instead, she rests her elbows on both armrests of the chair she's seated in.
"One thing you'll learn real quick about me is that I don't back down from a challenge. Lissie Hope is a challenge and one that I am more than willing to take on. In fact, Lissie is a well known name and me? Well, people know my name, but maybe not as many that know Lissie's name."
"During her first run as AW World Champion, she held that gold for seven days. During her second run, she held it for twenty one days. She's held numerous other titles, sure, but hey. You know where her best work came from? Tag Team wrestling. Sixty four days as a Tag Team Champion with Addy A."
That's not to disrespect tag team wrestling, don't get it twisted. Iggy has been in her fair share of teams. She's just stating mere facts.
"I get it, Lissie. It's hard out here being all on your own, but you make it work. You don't take shit from anyone and you always stand your ground, that's what I like about you. We're alike in that way, not taking shit from anyone, standing our ground. Maybe you're right, maybe I am one of the few people who doesn't hate you these days."
"Hell, I barely even know you, outside of seeing some of your work before. It's like I said, I know you're talented, I know you're damn well good at what you do. But, I'm not going to make this easy on you by any means necessary."
Fingers flick the remaining ash and cigarette butt out on the ashtray beside her. The last remnants of smoke billowing out in a low and slow cloud around her. It's not an everyday thing, she doesn't need to smoke every single day, but she's admittedly been on edge the past few days. She needed this.
"I like you, Lissie. Genuinely, I do. Admittedly, I wanted to ruffle your feathers a bit in the beginning when they announced that you had signed your name on that dotted line. Just to see if you were worth all the hype. But, then we got to see each member slowly announced one by one, seemingly outnumbered by spookies from several different dimensions and me? Well, I figured making some unlikely alliances couldn't hurt in the least."
"Even if it meant making an alliance with someone the world seems to have so much heat with. But, hey. I'm the last person to judge anyone. I wasn't always holding onto alliances, not until familiar faces started sprouting shortly after I had signed. Then, it just kinda... clicked. Like pieces of a puzzle. No matter how jagged they may have been."
"I meant every word that I said about having your back, Lissie. But, make no mistake about it, when it comes to getting into that ring as opponents? There's no hard feelings, I'm not expecting you to go easy on me, nor would I ever in a million years ask you or anyone else to do that. I want you to give me everything you've got and I want you to give me it all."
"I don't want this to be an easy time for me, hell, I know this won't be an easy time for me. But, that doesn't mean that I don't know there's a possibility that I could lose. There's always that fifty-fifty chance when it comes to one on one matches. But, I don't ever go down without putting up one hell of a fight."
"You seem to have the notion that all I know how to do is Clothesline people. That all I know how to do is put these tree trunk arms to good use because I'm taller than just about every single female on this roster. Not to mention, I can play with the big boys on equal ground. But, maybe that's just a small advantage for me. You've got the experience, you've got the accolades, but I just don't think you have as much spirit for this like I do."
"But, hey, I've been proven wrong before time and time again. So... Prove me wrong, Lissie. Show me why you want to force your way into that New World Championship spot. But, me? I'll continue to prove why I'm one of the best damn wrestlers there ever is. I don't need to force my way into anything. I won't wish you good luck, 'cause you don't need it. So... Let's tear the roof off the damn place. Together."
Iggy throws a wink towards the camera, before stepping towards it and cutting the scene off as things fade to black a moment later.
