Unbroken

[Carmen Rivera]

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ღ The past two weeks had been absolute hell for Carmen Rivera and in all honesty, she was simply fed up with it. Between getting kissed by a man who spent more time at Dunkin Donuts than in a ring, then said man catapulting Carmen from the apron to the floor resulting in her Minor Whiplash, then having to COMPETE with that injury, practically getting her head kicked off by Yarmouth thanks to Evan Envi spouting off lies to the musclebound meathead, followed by almost making it to the Test for the Best tournament before losing at the very end to Stryker after being one of the final two in the ring (had it been anybody else in the world, it would have at least been a LITTLE better, but that was simply a slap in the face!), then heading back to Overdrive to find herself getting “sexually harassed” by the referee and then punched in the face, it’d been simply miserable. And this week, Carmen had to somehow find a way to actually trust Envi. Trusting Evan Envi, the man who she was going to be facing at Test for the Best thanks to winning the number one contendership for the North American Championship, instead of competing in the tournament to get off of this God forsaken show? That was much easier said, than done. What was to stop Evan from finally wising up and realizing that a weak Carmen was going to be the only way he was going to leave Test for the Best with his title? Whatever the case, whether Evan was really as stupid as his face made him look or not, was irrelevant. Carmen was going to strike first, and she was going to strike while the iron is hot. Stryker has been a thorn in her side and there’s no chance in hell she’s going to let him leave Meltdown of his own accord, or compete in the Test for the Best tournament spot that IS rightfully hers. As for Lively? What was there to say about him? He was some ugly man who had obvious delusions of grandeur and the incapability of backing them up. It was time for Carmen to put some silly little boys in their places, and even injured, she was going to do JUST that.

S C E N E O N E --

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ღ These past few weeks have served to be the ultimate testament to the strength of Carmen Rivera. After competing in a match, with Whiplash, and finding herself thrown out to the ground as a result of her showboating, Carmen had only agitated her neck that much more. This wasn’t the first time her ego had gotten in the way! And despite taking a massive boot to the face, she was feeling good about herself, and like most of the world? She’d forgotten all about the existence of “The Hitman” and thought that the match was in the bag. Turns out, it was quite the contrary, and Carmen was not happy about it. She’d grabbed onto the rope and attempted to climb back into the ring, but it was all no use. The bell had rung, and once again, Steve Stryker had pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes in the demented mind of Carmen Rivera and convinced the world he’d won not only the match, but the fight.

ღ It would be wisest to never think a fight was over until Carmen Rivera said that the fight was over.

ღ Screaming angrily as the referee’s arms attached around her petite waist, clutching onto the feisty, fiery femme fetale by the silk-like material of her tented singlet, resting over a pair of candy apple red short-shorts. Her legs kicked, while her neck ultimately remained stiff as a board. The referees were pulling the screaming starlet away from the ring, while her arms and legs flailed. Carmen was simply begging for another chance at redemption. She was pleading, and on the verge of crying for a chance at vindication. And like her dreams of being in the Test for the Best tournament and getting off of this brand for good, they were shattered, right before her very eyes. And then, there was Steve Stryker, standing in the ring. That prick had a grin on his face that resembled a possum: mischievous, dark, omniscient. Someone HAD to wipe that smirk off of his face! But it was safe to say these days, when it came to wrestling Mr. Clean, Carmen wasn’t feeling all that capable. Getting lucky twice was one thing, but taking her spot? That was another ballpark.

ღ If Carmen couldn’t have her rightful place in the spotlight? She was going to make damn sure he didn’t enjoy his. But that would be another story for another day; a day that was approaching much more rapidly than Carmen would have liked.

ღ Running a hand through her long, blonde locks, she couldn’t help but feel a little somber and if she were honest? A little pouty, at that. She wanted to win that battle royal and compete in the Test for the Best tournament. Most importantly, she wanted to win it. Coming that close, despite competing with Whiplash and after having undoubtedly the biggest shoe she’d ever seen practically decapitating her, was practically a slap in the face. Nobody remembered who ‘almost won’, they remembered who did win! And Stryker stealing Carmen’s win, the win she believed with every ounce of her heart she deserved wasn’t just wrong; it was downright selfish!

ღ It wasn’t long before cameras were all over Carmen. The spotlight craving starlet had been very elusive to APW cameras these days, especially after last week. It wasn’t in her nature, but given her complete lack of sanity last time she lost to Stryker, making very loud proclamations that it did not happen, the referees were certainly avoiding her. The public loved a meltdown. No pun intended.

THEANNOYINGCAMERAMAN[/b] -- nuff said.[/color] " Carmen! Carmen, can I please get a word with you about the Test for the Best battle royal last week?! "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " No comment. "

ღ As if the cold, spiteful tone of voice wasn’t enough, the hand to the lens was definitely off putting. But it clearly was not enough to throw the cameraman off of her. He followed, persistently, only to receive an evil gleam from the corner of her dark brown, almond shaped eye.

THEANNOYINGCAMERAMAN[/b] -- nuff said.[/color] " What do you have to say about teaming up with Evan Envi? He’s the man you’re going to be facing for the North American Championship at Test for the Best instead of competing in the tournament. "

ღ ... Is he trying to rub it in, or get his face slapped off of his head?

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " Not worth my breath. "

ღ She responded, hatefully as she dragged her bag behind her. Fiddling with her leather jacket’s pocket, she removed a set of keys and picked the one out for her locker room. Being one of the only females on Meltdown, and arguably the best of them, it didn’t take much convincing, pouting, and foot stomping for the obnoxious San Diego seductress to her get way.

THEANNOYINGCAMERAMAN[/b] -- nuff said.[/color] " Envi’s saying that you will be more of a detriment than a partner to him. He’s saying that you can’t beat Steve Stry- "

ღ Carmen moved much faster than she should have, pure adrenaline coursing through her veins. She’d dropped the keys onto the floor, and the handle to her roll-along tote bag, standing it up on its back feet. Her hand reached for his throat, the frame only getting the majority of her forearm due to him holding the camera. However, some obvious strangling sounds were heard.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " If you finish that name, so help me God in Heaven above, I will fucking rip your vocal cords out of your throat. Are we clear?! "

ღ Some gasping was heard, but it’s clear that there’s obviously some sort of an agreement, due to Carmen releasing his throat and dusting her hands off. Her face, ordinarily a beautiful bronze color, has turned a darker, more violent shade of pink. She attempts to collect herself, bending down to pick up the keys she’d thrown on the floor and begins to go through the ring. Car key, house key, Harris’ room key, et cetera. She finally picks her locker room key, but by then, the cameraman has caught his breath and continued, much to the annoyance of Miss Rivera.

THEANNOYINGCAMERAMAN[/b] -- nuff said.[/color] " Evan Envi ... is saying ... t-that he would be better off without you ... because you can’t beat ... him. "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " The only thing that Evan Envi knows about is not getting a boner at a topless cocktail shaker because he’s too busy looking at the guy tipping her. He misses the obvious point. I have become the quickest up and comer in the HISTORY of this company, and despite having been robbed last week by Mr. Clean who seems to live just to know that the fact I let him keep breathing is what I wake up regretting most every morning, there is NOTHING that Envi or the man who desperately needs a massive supply of Rogaine can do to take that away from me. Regardless of what anybody says, I am once again in the main event. That isn’t a coincidence, it’s my residence. I was made to be on top of the world! I was born to be magnificent! This is beneath me, this SHOW is beneath me! I lead, the world follows. "

ღ Damn. Somehow they always get to me. Even in what she may have melodramatically considered her darkest hour, Carmen’s love for the spotlight was still as obvious as ever.

THEANNOYINGCAMERAMAN[/b] -- nuff said.[/color] " Do you think that you and Evan Envi will be able to coexist? I mean, he’s your partner by he’s also your opponent in just a matter of days. And then there’s ... he who shall not be named, and his partner, APW Hall of Famer, Michael Lively. "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " Am I supposed to be impressed at the fact that Captain Chrome Dome has a Hall of Famer as his partner? I mean, that Hall of Famer is on this hellhole of a show now, so his career is right where his attitude is: in the toilet. This whole sexist prick thing isn’t attractive, and believe me, as the beacon of sex appeal in this company? I think I stand as the living testament to just what is attractive and what is not. In fact, I think aside from the team standing across from me and the ugly duckling is the biggest abomination to the non-blind community that this world has ever known. Ladies and gentlemen, I would highly recommend beer goggles. It will make the B-Team much easier to look at, but it might actually make them seem like they’re capable of wrestling a match or delivering an interesting promo. "

THEANNOYINGCAMERAMAN[/b] -- nuff said.[/color] " Well, I’m glad you brought up promos, because Ste- ... "

ღ Clearly, Carmen’s whiplash had healed up nicely, due to her snapping her neck in his direction and giving him the most threatening, soulless glance she was capable of giving. An audible gulping noise is heard, before the cameraman cleared up.

THEANNOYINGCAMERAMAN[/b] -- nuff said.[/color] " HE said that in your tag match a few weeks ago, he carried you to a victory. Is there anything you have to say in rebuttal? "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " That bald bastard couldn’t carry a flame if his hands were on fire! Which, by the way, could easily be arranged if he lets my name drop out of his unworthy mouth one more time. If I recall correctly, and I know I do, I got the pinfall. I WON that match for us! I am the single reason that people pay him any attention, because I am the only relevant person he talks about. I am the only person anybody gives a damn about in his life! And frankly, I wish I wasn’t in his life. But then again, I wish his house would burn down with him in it. Part of me actually wishes the best for him, if I’m honest. "

ღ The cameraman looked at Carmen with some sort of confusion in his face. However, Carmen appears as serious as a heart attack, even nodding her head, brushing some of her blonde and pink hair behind her shoulder, lacking her usual sass.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " I do. If he wins the Test for the Best, he’ll be off of this brand and out of my hair-something I have that I honestly believe is the reason he hates me for; pure jealousy of my gorgeous tresses-but, back to the point. Another part of me knows that if he should somehow manage to win? This company would go down in flames. As honest as I can be? He is so ... fucking ... boring. It’s the SAME song and dance, week after week. Him recording himself in a car, rambling off in that drunken babble in that hideous southern drawl. How anybody besides his four generations of inbred family members including his sisters who also happen to be his Polygamous wives can even stand to listen to him without their ears bleeding is BEYOND me. He’s not worth my time or my effort, and so, he’s not going to get it. Let him be Donald Duck’s problem. "

ღ And like that, the sass was back. She snickered a little bit, her hands resting on her curvaceous hips.

THEANNOYINGCAMERAMAN[/b] -- nuff said.[/color] " So the fact that he’s teaming with Lively doesn’t even bother you in the slightest? Despite Lively’s accolades? "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " It’s exactly like I said. If his career had any merit on this day, he wouldn’t be on Meltdown. He’s just someone who used to be a big deal and clearly lost a flight of stairs, instead of a step. You can wrap yourself up in the whole ‘I’m Godly and above you’ generic bullshit all you want, but results impress me. Not the ability to work a microphone, not all of the cutesy little catchphrases, or the nicknames. For me, it’s not about what can get stitched on a t-shirt or a baseball cap. It’s about backing up EVERYTHING that I say. I say I’m above each and every single one of you, and I have every single last intention of proving what I say to be true. "

THEANNOYINGCAMERAMAN[/b] -- nuff said.[/color] " Is there anything that either Lively or …he, has said, that’s really stuck out to you? Anything that would be the proverbial nail in the coffin? "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " To be honest, at this point, Mr. Clean is lucky it’s only been proverbial. But ultimately, no. Stryker seems to have this tendency to repeat himself in every way he can. Whether it’s doing the EXACT same thing, week after week, to prove just how much of a bore he is, to basically taking what Lively said, word-for-word. It’s the same thing. And there’s a reason for that. It’s because there is NOTHING anybody can say that will hurt me. They call me a slut, they’re just mad they’re not getting laid. They call me a loser, my record stands as proof that I am anything but. They say I’m some sort of walking plastic surgery operation on legs, I know otherwise. I am BULLETPROOF, and there’s nothing they can say that will shake that. I understand their frustrations, though. If I were going toe-to-toe with the ultimate personification of perfection, I would be intimidated too. But to stoop so low as to call names? That’s so ... juvenile. "

ღ The innocent look on her face would suggest Carmen did anything but. Of course, that wasn’t true, with her detest for Steve Stryker, but that was beside the point. Carmen fancied herself as being perfect in every conceivable way. This time would be no different.

THEANNOYINGCAMERAMAN[/b] -- nuff said.[/color] " Well, I guess that about wraps up this interview. Is there anything that you would like to say to anyone that we maybe didn’t touch base with? Any final words to wrap this interview up with? "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " I feel like I’ve neglected Mr. Envi. But, it wouldn’t be the first time a pretty girl ignored him. Not like he cares. He’s fruitier than a bowl of jell-o. But, I think Evan needs to learn that his words are very bitter. They cut me deep. Down to the bone, in fact! "

ღ She nodded her head, as if she were attempting to gain some sympathy. It wasn’t going to happen though. With her headstrong personality, she was beyond that.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " But, he had the audacity to not only allow that Chrome Dome bastard to compare me to the likes of Secret Squirrel, without so much as lifting a finger to defend my honor like a GENTLEMAN should, but he practically supported him! I take that as a personal insult. He could call me any name in the book, but when he allows that to go down, he might as well tattoo the word ‘useless’ across my forehead backwards so I have to see it every time I look in the mirror. So, if our North American Champ thinks he can take this battle solo? By all means, let him prove it. "

THEANNOYINGCAMERAMAN[/b] -- nuff said.[/color] " What does that mean? "

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- hot and spicy.[/color] " It means, simple one, after all of the disrespect and abuse I’ve taken these past two weeks, THAT was the icing on the cake. If Evan wants to prove that I’m a lackluster partner, I might as well be that. As of right now? Carmen Rivera is on strike. "

ღ As the cameraman pushed, he was met with the palm of Carmen’s manicured hand, indicating he wasn’t going to get another answer. She unlocked her locker room door and pushed it open, dragging the bag in behind her. The door shuts in the cameraman’s face, leaving him with questions left unanswered. This scene fades to black.[/font][/size]

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