Breaking Point

[Carmen Rivera]

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[/color] Carmen wasn’t mad about losing to Stryker last week. Mad was an understatement. Carmen was beyond pissed off. Ultimately? Somewhere, deep down, she knew that the only person she had to blame for the loss was herself. She was overconfident. She was reliant on the idea of Stryker being some sort of incompetent drunk: which he was undoubtedly in her mind, but it was Carmen’s showboating and posing, overall, that led to her downfall. It killed her that her record now had a big, ugly, hideous, bald blemish on it thanks to some drunk, but it was what it was. It was time to pack up, and move on, as difficult as it seemed to be to actually get over. This week though, the stakes were high. While Carmen wasn’t happy by any means about being back at the bottom of the card, this Meltdown match at least had something going for it. It at least had some form of incentive for her, a reason for her to be there instead of staying at her hotel room and sulking the day away: a title shot on the line. Of course, it was painful that Carmen wouldn’t get to choose which title she would get to compete for after losing, but beggars apparently couldn’t be choosers, unless their name was Steve Stryker. If anything could cure the blues that Miss Rivera found herself facing, it was a chance at gold. If anything could rub her point in Mr. Clean’s face? It was a title shot. Losing was not, and could not, be an option. Regardless of which championship was on the line, there was nothing that could stop Miss Rivera from going out to the Richmond Coliseum and completely destroying everyone and everything in her path to make a statement.

scene one

Carmen let out an ear-piercing scream of pure anger and rage as she stormed through the backstage area. A THREE Count?! After the most simplistic finisher that she could ever imagine being on the receiving end of?! Obviously there was something wrong with the referee. Maybe he’d had a few brewskis with Stryker? Carmen didn’t know, but she was definitely looking forward to getting to the bottom of it. The show had gone off the air, and the fans and cameras were beginning to roll out. She’d waited, as patiently as possible, and now was her time to strike. The referee for her match was returning to the back, having changed out of his striped shirt and black slacks in favor of simple street gear: a polo shirt and a pair of jeans. Before he could make it to the exit that led to the garage, she’d grabbed hold of the excess material on the back of his shirt, using all of the surprising strength that Carmen’s small, curvaceous body had to not only keep him from crossing that threshold, but to actually slam him back-first against the wall, and pin him there.

REFEREE: Carmen! What ... what are you doing? Let me go!

It was during his pleading that Carmen’s eyes practically glowed with a dark flame. She loomed forward, doing the crazy unthinkable: she sniffed his breath. The referee shuddered a little bit, while her hands cupped tighter on his shoulders. Her nails sunk into his shoulders, and despite the thin material of the shirt, he could feel her fingernails practically clawing at his flesh.

CARMEN RIVERA: You smell clean. But you can’t be. There is no fucking way that you’re sober if you think I actually LOST my match with that drunk!

She loomed closer a little bit further, staring at his brown eyes with her own. Her nails sunk into his skin even harder, making him yelp out in pain. Frustration and anger were clearly getting the better of Carmen.

CARMEN RIVERA: Your eyes aren’t dilated. Contact high?

She seethed, loosening up her grasp on his shoulders just a bit. Not enough to free this poor man from her grasp, but one thing was certain: he would definitely have marks.

REFEREE: Let me go! I counted the pin. I didn’t do anything wrong!

CARMEN RIVERA: Are you implying that I lost my match? Because I didn’t lose my match. You screwed me to the point where I’m surprised I can walk straight! YOU FUCKED ME OVER!

The referee was lost for words. Even if he could find one, there was a high likeliness that he would be trembling over them. The look in Carmen’s eyes was positively venomous. There was nothing but cruelty and hatred in her eyes towards him. She resented him for causing her this loss in her mind. Rivera looks as if she has simply lost her mind, shaking with rage while she pushed all of the weight of her frame onto his shoulders.

CARMEN RIVERA: Do you have any idea what kind of an enemy that you’ve made? Are you aware of just what kind of hell that I can bring to you for what you’ve done to me? What’s to stop me from tearing you to pieces right now? What’s to stop me from burning this arena to the ground?! From torching it to the ground? To CINDERS?! HUH?! You?! You can’t even count to three properly! I DID NOT LOSE, DAMN IT! I’M CARMEN RIVERA! I DO NOT LOSE!

REFEREE: You did lose. It was by the skin of your teeth. Any other ni-

CARMEN RIVERA: DO NOT PATRONIZE ME!

His attempts at calming Carmen down had gotten him a slap right in the mouth for his efforts. Carmen released him with a hard shove to his chest. With his back already against the wall though, he wasn’t going anywhere. The small girl had a big attitude. However, it was nothing too big for the arena security to handle, grabbing her by her tattooed arms. Carmen screamed out, kicking and clawing at the referee, who was shuddering away from her despite her being dragged away. Their arms securely latched around her stomach, picking her up off of the ground as she seethed, screaming out threats to the referee who had officiated her match.

CARMEN RIVERA: You better PRAY we don’t cross paths again. You better freakin’ pray! I will make your life a living hell! Do you hear me?! HUH?!

The muscular man had carried her out of the arena and shut the door with one hand. The moment he set her down on the ground, she had charged for the door. Carmen didn’t get through the door though, being grabbed back by the security guard. He’d carried her towards the cars, as this scene faded.

scene two

The Richmond Coliseum had housed many events in the past, and this week it would be the home to APW’s Meltdown program. Carmen Rivera was naturally on thin ice with the officials after the word of her little stunt had gotten out. As she walked through the backstage area with a smirk on her face, she couldn’t help but notice some of the officials and backstage workers actually backing away from her as she passed. That kind of intimidation was something she lived for. That power was something that she longed to have. And even if it was a part of a psychotic fit of rage in Carmen’s denial to accept the fact that she lost? It worked for her. She brushed a few fingers through her straightened hair, wearing her ring gear which tonight, consisted of a black top that was fitted tightly to her bust, with some golden trim on it, baring a few inches of her tattooed tummy, and a pair of black, ultra short shorts with golden décor on the pockets. Her knees sported a pair of bulky, black kneepads, and her feet wore a pair of wrestling boots with neon doodles decorating them. Her eye makeup was coal black: a silky eye shadow with cat’s eye black eyeliner on her lids. She turned her head, glancing at the camera that was following her. A coy grin is on her face, admiring the fear in the backstage worker’s eyes. Of course when you were a trained wrestler and your threatened peers were not, ordinarily it wouldn’t have been anything to be proud of. But in Carmen’s warped mind? It was power. It was control.

CARMEN RIVERA: You know, it wasn’t long ago that I would have killed for this kind of respect. Now? People actually know that I’m capable of doing just that. It feels good to know that there are people who are smart enough to know that their rightful place is trembling at my feet. Thankfully, for these idiots, it appears as if all of my hard work has finally paid off.

She smirked, clearly very proud of herself for her vindictive behavior. Carmen cups her hands together, almost giddy in the way that the excitable girl is practically skipping down the hallway.

CARMEN RIVERA: It appears as if I’m finally being appreciated, and it feels damn good. Tonight’s going to be a very big night for me. My third match in this company and it appears as if the third time is the charm, hurray cliché. This is a battle royal where the winner gets a title shot. I don’t know what title. I don’t care. All I know is that I deserve to be the champion. Champion of what? Doesn’t even matter. All that matters to me is that there are four slack-jaw Neanderthals standing in my way, trying to prevent me from getting what I deserve. That is NOT something I can tolerate.

She replied, defiantly. Carmen then stopped in her tracks, her hands cupping together tightly. With her stance: feet shoulder width apart and a rebellious look on her face, Carmen looked like a preacher.

CARMEN RIVERA: Assassin, Warren Peace, Benny Horrowitz, and Torrie Leigh. Four people nobody’s ever heard of, four people nobody care about. God, I swear, if I wasn’t in this match, it would be nothing but a glorified piss break with a red bow attached to it to make it seem special. They’re all jokes, and their punch lines are the fact that for some reason, they assume their careers are still alive. I have honestly never even heard of Assassin. The only thing I know about him is that he’s some fat guy with dreams that are nearly as big as his gut. He’s been here a while, but obviously hasn’t accomplished much if he’s still on the Scrubs’ show. Honestly, the only reason I’m wasting my time on this show is because I’m a recent signee. If you’re still on this show after three years? You are truly pathetic and should likely consider a new profession. I’ve made more of a name for myself in three weeks than you have in three years! Did you see me at Mayhem in Canada? Whether it worked out for Harris or it didn’t, the fact remains: the world is talking about Carmen Rivera. Hell, talking is an understatement! The world is BUZZING about me and just wondering what it is that I’m going to do next. And I can’t blame them. I’m fascinating. They want to know what I’m going to do now. I’m trending on Twitter, I’m a top search on Yahoo. The world’s fascinated with me, where if you spouted off the name ‘Assassin’, they would ask in unison: who’s that again? That alone is reason enough I deserve to be given a title shot! But instead of being given what I know I deserve, I’m forced to ‘work for it.’ If you can call beating four never-gonna-be’s working that is.

She gives her head a sassy talk, before rolling her eyes. Her arms folded underneath her chest and her hefty bust, giving them a push northwards. Working for what she wanted had never exactly been the goal in mind, but Carmen understood the ins and outs of the business. Clearly, just being pretty wasn’t going to get her by. Especially not when the competition was minimal: between the geek, the squirrel, and the trashy pornstar wannabe? In Carmen’s mind, she led the pack by a country mile.

CARMEN RIVERA: Speaking of never-gonna-be’s? Torrie Leigh. I can’t say I’ve seen much of you. Guess that makes me lucky. But what I did see of you? Allow me to make a little suggestion, mami: get the raccoon makeup off of your oversized eyes, get a nosejob, a wrestling trainer, and a personality. Kay? You blend into the wallpaper, you are so boring. Ya’ have the personality of a dry sponge, except eventually a dry sponge is going to do something. The only thing you’ve accomplished is sucking up Oxygen that you do not deserve. And aside from that? Stop being so pretentious. You called yourself beautiful? Can we get a vote on that? There is nothing special about you. You aren’t hot, you aren’t talented, you aren’t fun to watch, you don’t even have the FAP factor! You are a worthless human being, and you seem to revel in that! You let Evan Envi fill your head up, build your ego up piece-by-piece. But, if ya’ haven’t noticed? Evan’s nothing special himself. His words mean nothing to anybody in this business. Just like your career means nothing to me. Check!

Carmen emulates making a checkmark on her palm, before giving her eyes a little roll. The Latina placed her hands on her hips, a thoughtful look crossing over her face. She clicked the metal stud in her tongue against her teeth a few times, before one hand raises and her fingers snap in realization

CARMEN RIVERA: Warren Peace. I knew the name would come to me eventually. Cute name, by the way. Of course I thought it was especially clever when GA MacCormack used it when he did his work with David Bowie, and then a little less creative when Disney coined it for that atrocious superhero high school movie. That’s pretty much all you are, isn’t it? A walking ripoff of a man, using other people’s ideas. The only difference between you and the two other Warrens I mentioned is that they actually achieved something in their lives. The first worked with David Bowie and Iggy Pop, and the other? Well, he married that hot piece of ass, Lynn Collins. You? Well, if I’m not mistaken, you haven’t even won a match yet. And if you have? Well then, clearly your career isn’t important enough for me to keep track of. Either way, that doesn’t spell out championship material to me. You don’t DESERVE to be in a match of this capacity, and you certainly don’t deserve to be in my presence. And for the skeptics? Yes, I did mean to put it in that order.

Three down, one left to go. The smirk on Carmen’s face is unmatched, stretching from ear-to-ear. The San Diego seductress placed her hands onto her hips, throwing her head back.

CARMEN RIVERA: And finally, we get down to Benny Horrowitz. Word on the street is that you’re going to be my biggest competition in this match. Then again, being the top of the ladder when it comes to being complete shit isn’t exactly something to brag about. I will admit though, as much as it disgusts me to my very core? You and I are one in the same when it comes to one important factor: we are driven by the almighty dollar. We lust to be the best in our division, because we know the nice, fiscal side of the fence that it’ll take us to. However, I can say that I’ve been on both sides of the fence. I’ve scrounged in the dirt, I’ve dug in the dumpsters looking for my next meal, I’ve broken the law to keep a few dollars in my pockets, and I’ve done things you could never even begin to imagine. I’m DAMNED and determined to make sure that that never happens again!

Much like how at Mayhem, we saw a new side of Carmen: an intimidated, and frightened side, we see another new side of her personality: a silent side. Carmen takes a moment, reflecting on her words. The thoughts of her painful past come to light, reliving her days as a prostitute. It was easy money, and had gotten her everything she wanted. Her self-respect was a small price to pay. Shaking these thoughts after a few seconds of silence, which seem like minutes or hours to Carmen, she continues to speak.

CARMEN RIVERA: What’s going to put me over the edge is that I want it more. After last week and after Mayhem? This week is all about redemption. I cannot allow anything to slow down my progression. I cannot allow anyone to let the ridiculous notion of being better than me go through the head. There is NOBODY on God’s Green Earth that deserves to be a champion more than I do, and there’s nobody willing to fight for it the way that I am. I’m not afraid of hurting people, and I’m not afraid of putting them on the shelf if it means that I get my way. And believe me, I always get my way in the end. I say this sincerely, from the bottom of my black, beating heart: best of luck to everyone involved. Just be aware that nothing you do, no higher power you pray to, nothing you say is going to change the fact that like it or not, I will be leaving Meltdown with a win under my belt and a title shot in my future.

She shoots a threatening glance to the official nearby, knowing there will be multiple referees to check if anybody’s feet have touched the ground. Carmen then ruffled her hair and proceeded to make her way towards the tunnel, swaying those round hips with each and every step. As she waits in ‘gorilla position’, this scene fades to black.

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