A Thousand Armies Couldn't Keep Me Out!

[Carmen Rivera]

ღ RECAP

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ღ Before last week, Carmen had never felt so beautiful. She’d never felt so real. The sight of the destruction she caused; the destruction that took result as of her OWN hands! Bodies had been skewed all over the ring in a six person tag match that was definitely more than deserving of its spot at the top of the card. The giant and “veteran of APW”, Shadow, the wannabe Wild Child, Dita Morgan, and the surprise tag team partner that had everybody buzzing: Jason Kash, the World Heavyweight Champion. Dita should have had EVERY advantage in the book! And still, it wasn’t enough to keep Carmen down, and at the end of the night? She felt like she was immortalized, standing above both The World Heavyweight Champion, that toothless prick who was foolish enough to believe for one moment that Carmen was out for anybody besides herself, and that metrosexual ugly duckling, Evan Envi, the man who she would be challenging for the North American championship sooner, rather than later. But that tinkertoy title was minimal on her priority list right now. Carmen’s real goal came from her upcoming match on Meltdown in Jackson, Mississippi. It was going to be the match that definitively shaped the rest of her career, which had been blooming lately. Carmen Rivera was the talk of the town, and it was for good reason. If she had her way? She would be leaving Meltdown as the representative of the brand in the Test for the Best tournament: a tournament which, there was no doubt in her mind she was positive she would win and thusly, accept the one-way ticket off of this b-show and would vow to NEVER come back! There was simply no room for error. But, this would all be much easier said, than done. Her celebrations after Meltdown were incredibly short-lived. When Carmen took her talents to Overdrive to stand in the corner of Michael Harris in his match against Terry Marvin, it was her interference that sealed her fate in the eyes of most rational people. In the mind of a sociopath like Carmen? He was conspiring against her. When Carmen got onto the apron, Terry put his hands on her. Unwelcomed hands, at that! He pulled her head down and forced her to spring off of the apron and collide with the unforgiving floor. It was via Twitter update that we found out Carmen has been diagnosed with “Minor Whiplash” and she would be forced to compete with an obvious disability: she had minimal use of her neck. Moving her neck was a luxury that she couldn’t afford, and it was going to be something she couldn’t afford to miss out on! Maybe it was for the best? It would be the only hope in hell that Yarmouth, Kyle Goodburn, Jair Hopkins, Steven Raab, and that unbearable asshole Steve Stryker had of even coming close to a win. This battle of the sexes wasn’t a battle, it was a ‘gimme.’ And Carmen had full intentions of TAKING the win in this battle royal and leaving Mississippi with her future etched in stone: the winner of the Test for the Best tournament.[/size]

ღ SCENE ONE

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ღ The following is a never before seen home video from the Rivera household.

“Marisol, turn that off,” Carmen said in a very defiant manner as she stormed through the house with her backpack slid onto one shoulder. She wore a simple pair of shorts and a yellow babydoll t-shirt and flip flops to fend off the California heat. Her long, dark black hair was in curls, framing her pretty, babydoll cheeks. Those cheeks were used for her favorite hobby: getting what she wanted. But Marisol didn’t know about that, and more importantly? Carmen didn’t WANT Marisol to know about it. The eleven year old pouted, this remaining off camera as she filed the back of her eighteen year old sister’s head.

MARISOLELAINARIVERA[/b] -- driven and determined.[/color] " I can’t turn it off, Carmen. It’s my introduction to filmmaking class. The school even loaned me this cool camera! I’m supposed to film things around me then edit it into a documentary. "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " I can guarantee you that nothing interesting is going to happen on our walk to school. You can turn the camera off. "

ღ Marisol remained quiet, keeping the camera on without her sister knowing. Carmen didn’t want the camera on, simply because she didn’t want Marisol to know that she dropped out of school to get a job at the greasiest of greasy spoons to hold her over from her other job: the world’s oldest profession. As the two emerged from their bedrooms down the hall of their cheap apartment, both of their parents were strung out on the couch, clearly coming down from a high, much to their chagrin. Their faces had been understandably, blurred out.

CARLOSPEDRORIVERA[/b] -- drugged and delusional.[/color] " Caramel. Caramel, hija. "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " Excuse me? "

ღ Carmen rarely ever spoke to her parents. They were usually too high to listen. The raven-haired beauty sighed, wondering why she had even bothered. Her hope on humanity had been dashed a long time ago. Turning her attention to him, with a disgusted look on her face, he didn’t even notice as he spoke to his daughters.

CARLOSPEDRORIVERA[/b] -- drugged and delusional.[/color] " You, hija. Caramel. "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " It’s CARMEN. CAR-MUHN. What do you want? "

ღ Her spiteful tone wasn’t a deterrent to him, as he offered her something. A cylindrical piece of plastic, with something broken on it. Carmen scoffed, holding whatever this item was with shaky hands.

MARISOLELAINARIVERA[/b] -- driven and determined.[/color] " Daddy? Is that, is that a broken syringe? "

CARLOSPEDRORIVERA[/b] -- drugged and delusional.[/color] " Yeah, Madison. We tried Heroin together last night, but someone got a little overzealous and broke the needle off in her arm. Can you go to the bathroom and get us the spare? "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " No, she will NOT go to the bathroom and get you the spare! We need to head to school. Let’s go, Marisol. "

ღ Carmen snapped, throwing the broken piece of the syringe’s plastic capsule onto the ground in disgust, wiping her hand off on the backpack that she had no real use for. Marisol felt her head drop a little bit, following behind Carmen, shutting off the digital video camera in the process.[/font][/size]

ღ SCENE TWO

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ღ Flash forward seven years. Seated in front of the camera is a now older Marisol Rivera. She’s eighteen, and a freshman in college, with the world in front of her. Her current image comes as a follow of that snippet of home video. She wears a University of Columbia hoodie with her own, long, dark hair straightened. Her small, tanned hand waves at the camera.

MARISOLELAINARIVERA[/b] -- driven and determined.[/color] " Hi APW. I know that we’ve yet to become acquainted, but it appears as if you’ve all gotten to know my older sister Carmen Rivera very well over these past few weeks. My name is Marisol Rivera, and Carmen is my older sister. As I reflect on some of the home videos I’ve taken, I’ve come to realize that this time of year has always been difficult for her. With this upcoming edition of Meltdown actually being directly after Father’s Day, and well, considering you all just saw the great example of a father we had, it’s just not the day for her. But, I can honestly say that I’m a firm believer in things being the way that they should be. The way that they happen is the way that they should happen. And even though today isn’t the day for her? Tomorrow night on Meltdown will be. Carmen has overcome a lot of fights in her life. Whether it was growing up essentially on her own and taking care of me when she was just a kid herself, life has always been a battle. That’s what’s going to make her battle royal tomorrow night such a cakewalk. Tomorrow night is nothing compared to the way that we’ve always lived. The way that she’s always lived. Carmen has always been the type of girl who slaps adversity right in the face when she sees it, and refuses to let anybody keep her down. Its part of what I believe makes her such a great wrestler. It’s why she is the talk of the town, and why she’s finally getting the respect that she deserves in the ring. "

ღ Marisol’s attention is suddenly caught from the door opening to reveal Carmen Rivera. The woman of the hour herself. However, despite the praise from her younger sibling, none of which she actually heard, she wasn’t feeling very much like herself. The reason for that was painfully obvious, emphasis on ‘painfully.’ She had a cushy, soft, white cervical collar around her neck, much to her obvious dismay. Aside from that? Carmen looked fabulous, as usual, dressed to the nines in a strapless black mini dress and black, peep-toed high heeled shoes with her long, sandy blonde tresses in winding curls. If Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, or any sort of family-oriented day wasn’t enough to upset the emotionally scarred Meltdown wrestler, having to wear this immobilizing brace was. Marisol bit on her lower lip to resist giggling, while Carmen glared daggers at her younger sister.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " Not. A. Word. And what the hell are you doing on my computer? Are you webcasting this!? Turn that camera off! I am not going to be seen like this! "

MARISOLELAINARIVERA[/b] -- driven and determined.[/color] " I figured as much. That’s why I was singing your praises for APW’s viewers. I thought you were going to be at the massage therapist office a little longer, and I knew with that brace you weren’t going to want to be seen on TV. I couldn’t let your opponents foolishly forget about you. "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " Forget about me? Sweetie, these words simply do not compute. Nobody could forget about me, sabbatical or no sabbatical. Besides, you’re way out of your league. While those jokers may be amateur hour, you’re subjecting yourself to ridicule. People can be cruel, and if they said anything about you, I’d have to snap ‘em in two. "

MARISOLELAINARIVERA[/b] -- driven and determined.[/color] " Do you wanna take over then? They’ve already seen you with that brace on. You might as well give ‘em your own special brand of smack talk. "

ღ She would have loved to argue and make a fuss about it. But, the fact was, her younger sister was right. Her punctuality had proven to be her flaw. Marisol knew she was going to get her way and get her sister to talk. Carmen couldn’t say no to Marisol. She never had. Moving out of the chair, Carmen snickered and loomed forward, checking her blood colored lipstick on her fully, pouty, bow and arrow shaped lips. It was then that she cracked her knuckles, as if she were about to get to some true physicality. Marisol took a seat on a chair nearby, watching Carmen.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " I think it goes without saying that last week was both the best, and worst, week of my life. On Meltdown: I came, I saw, I DOMINATED. I beat Dita Morgan, yet again. At this point? It’s practically a hobby. The only thing that separates it from being just that: a hobby, is that a hobby eventually gets harder as you progress on with it. Beating Dita Morgan time and time again is NOTHING but child’s play. But what gets me is the fact that she had each and every single key to the castle. She had EVERY advantage someone can have when it comes to beating me. I had a team of complete losers! Total nobodies! We were competing against Dita Morgan, another nobody, who had Shadow as her teammate: who is supposed to be some kind of a big deal, yet I fail to see how, and even the World Heavyweight Champion on her team. And what happened? I put them through their paces and I came out as the winner. I made Kash look even more stupid than his toothless mouth does when he thought that he could come into MY house, onto Meltdown, the show that I am responsible for making watchable, and take the glory from me. There’s nobody good enough to take that right from me! And it seems as if slow people are finally starting to see that and take me for the threat that I am. Fear not, though. There’s always an extra seat on my bandwagon, even for idiots. Speaking of idiots: Hola Steve Stryker! Como estas?! "

ღ Carmen gave a catty grin while brushing a few fingers through her hair. Her neck was stiff, the brace not allowing any movement for an optimal chance of her healing.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " You know, all I’ve heard from you lately is ‘I beat Carmen Rivera.’ The funny thing is, I don’t remember that happening. I think we’ve all established that what happened in that abomination of a ‘match’ we had last time was nothing more than a fluke. You got lucky, which I’m sure is something you’re not used to given how god awful ugly you are. You shouldn’t count on it happening again. Especially not when the stakes are this high. You see, beating Carmen Rivera, fictitious or not, I can understand you saying. It’s likely the only accomplishment you’ll ever have in your life. You aren’t charismatic, you aren’t talented, and simply put: people don’t like to watch you. Not when there are people like me on TV. Which brings me to the point of this whole jealousy thing you have regarding the fact that my name is the name on everyone’s lips these days. I think it’s cute, personally. You are that upset over the fact that nobody gives a damn who you are or what you do? The fact that I’m on your head each and every minute of the day just proves when I say the world is obsessed with me, I’m not lying. You see, people like to watch me because I’m not just a female. Contrary to your belief, my vagina isn’t the world’s fascination with me. "

MARISOLELAINARIVERA[/b] -- driven and determined.[/color] " Gross! "

ღ Marisol’s hands flew over her ears while Carmen turned her entire body, due to not being able to turn her head. She chuckled, before she spun the office chair back to face the computer.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " The world’s fascination with me comes from what is best described as a ‘pack mentality.’ People are attracted to people in power. I run that ring like a general at war every week. I’m an acrobat. I’m who people want to see! And you? Well, you’re none of those things. You’re a face with no name. You’re just there, taking up airtime when there are no commercial slots left. That’s why I’m in the main event, week in and week out, and it’s because of my permanent place in the main event that you’re there now. But don’t get comfortable on my coattails. Rest assured, I WILL be shaking the garbage off of them. "

ღ Marisol cautiously uncovered her ears, while Carmen continues.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " While we’re on the subject of garbage, Stefan Raab comes to mind. Apparently you’re a big deal. Not because you got Stryker worked up in a fit the likes of which haven’t been seen since his favorite brand of Turtle Wax for his head went on sale at Walmart. You’re a big deal because you tip the scales at over three hundred pounds. That alone is the simple reason you’re not going to go on to be in the Test for the Best, Raab. You don’t have willpower. If you don’t have enough will to put down a cookie and hit the gym, you’re not going to have the endurance to go toe-for-toe, and tit-for-tat, with the best Meltdown has to offer: yours truly. While I have your attention though, may I ask what a ‘Killerplauze’ is? I couldn’t find a dictionary definition for it, so I’m guessing it’s like your career: a joke that nobody but you seems to understand. I’ll define it now for you. Killerplauze; noun. Overweight jobber who doesn’t belong in MY ring. "

ღ She snapped her fingers, before making an imaginary checkmark in the air.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " Next up, Jar Jar Binks! "

MARISOLELAINARIVERA[/b] -- driven and determined.[/color] " Jair Hopkins. "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " Does it look like I know what that Star Wars creature’s name is? I’m not a geek. "

ღ Clearly, Marisol’s attempt at correcting her older sister on her opponent’s name went in vain. She merely shook her head while sitting back and watching Carmen.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " Jar Jar, you are the most annoying creature I’ve ever had the displeasure of looking up on Youtube. Clearly, this company’s budget is getting a lot bigger to accommodate you and your mutant donkey face. Listen to me you ugly bastard, I don’t care what intergalactic galaxy you come from. If you come to my house, your race, religion, or species doesn’t matter. If I can beat that bitch Dita Morgan down, time and time again, despite her pleas to be taken seriously? I clearly have no conscience and I like it that way! This match is my one-way ticket off of this joke of a brand. I built this house from the ground up and it’s time for greener pastures. Consider my one-way ticket off of this brand your one-way ticket back to outer space. "

ღ She snickered, giving her shoulders a shrug with a coy grin on her face.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " Going back to the subject of people who ride my coattails, Kyle Goodburn comes to mind. Shows how memorable he is, right? Apparently he’s supposed to be the next big deal: after me, of course. This week, there’s no room for me to carry his disease-riddled ass. Just like there’s no room for Yarmouth to fail again. Ultimately, we know that will happen, but self-reliance isn’t either of their strong points. They aren’t worthy of my breath or my time. I’ll be going into this match with the ultimate disadvantage, and I’ll be leaving the way that I walked in: a winner. I am a living, breathing deity amongst all of you and will settle for nothing but being treated as such. Gentlemen? May the best woman win. "

Signing off of the feed, she backed away from the computer. This scene then fades to black.[/font][/size]

tagged: lots of sexy bitches.
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notes: hi babies. c= good luck to all involved. i tried something different here. hopefully it helps more than it hinders. thought since this is gonna be an event after father's day, i'd focus on the rarely-ever talked about events of carmen's childhood. sorry for the short, unsatisfying ending. lol, i got a little overzealous with my promo. nonetheless, hope you enjoy.