Post by chaos lite on Apr 24, 2013 22:28:21 GMT -4
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”I remember it like it was yesterday.
Our first date. It was sometime in October, I think and it was a little bit after One Night in Hell. We had planned for it and prepared for it, and... I had been waving my little TJ flag, and you were waving your AJP flag. I was successful against six other men in a Last Person Standing Elimination Match... and you fell short against Julius Farquhar in an “I Quit” Match. It wasn’t the most disappointing night I’ve ever experienced, but it was up there, ha. At least you were charming.
It was cute. What we had- it was adorable, and I remember thinking you were the sweetest thing... the things you said to me, and the way you held me... it was sweet. It was nice. We were damn near inseparable. And truth be told, TJ, I liked you. A lot.
Then, I guess with the differences in schedule, our meetings and our “dates” became fewer and farther between and we took different paths. You became one of, what used to be Four Pillars, and I became the woman that you see today: a walking, breathing portrayal of fantastic.
You played second fiddle to people like Sally Talfourd and Chris Strike, and as it turns out, you were more of a staple in this company than either of them. And I learned that lesson way before you did, apparently- I learned to never play the inferior, and I did EVERYTHING that I could to become a star in my own right. It took me MONTHS to escape the shadow of a woman I never wanted to be associated with, but YOU were voluntarily BENEATH HER, and you still haven’t outshone her star. Still.
...but I guess it isn’t the songs of our past that matter the most in this business, but the sounds of our present and our future, and the present is AJP versus TJ on Asylum... but the future is just AJP.
My star is shining bright, like we knew it would, and it isn’t meant to be extinguished at the hands of our Tap Out Champion this week on Asylum- it’s meant to burn brighter, and what better way to do that than by beating the man himself? I have incentive... a victory here means that in the future, Schmidt has no choice but to take me seriously as a contender to your championship.
And if I were to cross the line just a little bit, and leave you at a disadvantage going into Mayhem, no, it wouldn’t be the friendly thing to do but I can think of a handful of Megastars that wouldn’t hate me for it. I can think of one Megastar in particular that would never forget me because of that.
More importantly, a victory here means that in the ring, I’m superior, TJ. Plain and simple. No matter where you go from here, I won’t let you forget that... friend.
Ha. Really, if I can only take one thing from this match, I’d like it to be that: the knowledge that whatever happens and whatever transpires in APW, I’m better.
I could find solace than that.
I could find peace in that.
Whatever happens, and wherever we’re taken after Mayhem, I can rest happily knowing that one thing, TJ. One thing, and it would play on “repeat” in my mind...
I’m better than you.”
apr.22.thirteen1:08pm
My name is Dr. Norman N. Nemo.
The last time we spoke, I had just met Aubrey J. Parker. I was intrigued by her, and I found that I was unable to find anything truly abnormal about her aside from one explained and undocumented occurrence, that I accredit to the childish rambunctiousness of Aubrey and anyone who decided to help her that day. Regardless, it’s something we won’t discuss.
What I found alarming about Aubrey, was that despite her carelessness and her indifference toward violence- I was able to relate to her. I was able to find something about Aubrey that I enjoyed. The girl had made a career out of becoming a “guilty pleasure.”
That was my mistake. And I’m certain that it’ll be my undoing.
The patient is a sociopath by design.
1:09pm
Her.
She was seated in a swivel chair, swaying freely, though I remained stationary in mine as I took notes... one of the notes being the presence of that leathery black box that I’d seen her introduce on television just a few days ago, resting just inches from her left foot. I was watching with an odd fascination as Aubrey demonstrated her ability to balance an empty water bottle on her nose, sighing in defeat as it fell harmlessly into her palm. She looked up at me and smiled.
”I could do it better when I was a kid.”
She must’ve quickly formed an opinion on the way I was staring at her. Apparently two seconds of silence was all it took to make her feel insecure. Noted.
”Shit. I totally just made you sit there and watch me balance a water bottle for like, two minutes. I’m sorry. Have we run out of things to talk about? Am I normal? Should I go?”
”Ha. You’re the charismatic one, right?”
”No. My boyfriend’s the charismatic one. I’m the muscle.”
She winked at me and I laughed a little... she was good at that. Unnerving, really.
”Did he see what I saw- and what everyone else saw on Sunday?”
”Hahaha, what do you mean?”
”You could very well know what I mean.”
”What- you mean giving that girl exactly what she deserved? Well, of course he saw it. Like you said... everyone did.”
I want to point out the fact that there was no sympathy in her tone, and no search for forgiveness from the world or from herself, with the reason for the latter being obvious- why seek forgiveness for something you lose no sleep over?
”And how’d he feel about it?”
”What are you trying to get me to say?”
”I’m not trying to get you to say anything. I would like you to tell me, if you feel it’s appropriate, what Talon- somebody very close to you, obviously- thought about what you allowed to happen to a girl that you should’ve buried the hatchet with many, many moons ago...”
She swiveled in her chair, toying with the empty, plastic bottle, half-smirking, half-scowling at me.
”Doc, are you trying to make me feel guilty? Doesn’t that violate your code or something?”
”Hm. Perhaps I overestimated your maturity by misjudging your ability to interpret my-”
”Don’t fucking mock me.”
I made a mental note of the abrupt change in tone and attitude, and in that moment, I felt sorry for Aubrey. For somebody as meticulous and manipulative as she was, it had to be quite disruptive to be so emotional- unless that, too, was a charade.
”I apologize.”
”And you should!”
”Is there something else on your mind- something else that’s troubling you today, Aubrey? Because if you wanted to get it out, right now is the ideal time for it... you’d agree?”
She looked at me for a few moments with a smile that I had made note of in the past... it was an odd smile that felt more like a scowl despite its appearance. I would’ve documented that I felt a breeze, a chill in the room, but I’m sure it was either something my mind fabricated, or a subtle plan orchestrated by M&M. Nevertheless, she met my inquiry with silence.
”How are things with the family?”
”Fine.”
”Talked to your father recently?”
She glared at me this time, without the courtesy of hiding it behind a smile.
”Do you want me to hate you?”
”No, I-”
”How often do I have to see you?”
”We’re scheduled for once a week.”
”And how often do you watch APW programming, Norman?”
”When I discovered that you could possibly become a patient, I immediately started to tune in. I thought it’d be wise to educate myself. I’ve used the internet to review some older material and-”
”So you should know what’s bothering me.”
I sighed and crossed my arms as I looked at her, with the intention of showing her that I was on the offensive, and not the person trying to attack.
”TJ.”
”TJ.”
She repositioned herself in her chair and her foot kicked that leathery black box. It toppled over and slid toward me-
1:14pm
There were a series of events that followed that, although brief, I had to document. Despite what my practices warned me against, a “just in case” factor had to be taken into consideration. For the sake of abandoning my own ignorance, I acknowledged it.
Due to my sacred oath of confidentiality, I cannot reveal what I saw to the public. I cannot condone its exploitation via video camera.
I apologize.
1:15pm
Aubrey looked at me with wide eyes, and a smile that legitimately seemed like a smile, but from the gaze of eyes that didn’t seem like Aubrey J. Parker’s. The box was now on her lap, in her “safety.” My perception won’t be documented here.
”Did you see it?”
I finished typing my notes and gave her my best attempt at a look of indifference. Mind you, it was probably a complete failure.
”...TJ, then. Tell me about TJ.”
She didn’t speak for a few seconds and I didn’t think she would, after what just transpired, but just as I made the decision to end our session-
”We were friends, and I think... we’re still supposed to be... but it doesn’t feel like it, does it?”
I shrugged. I thought I knew the answer, but I figured it’d be best to assume her question was rhetorical.
”Since I started dating Talon, I can count on one hand how many times TJ has reached out to me, and I don’t know if that’s a coincidence or not. It could have something to do with this tag team warfare going on in APW, or it could have something to do with my current ‘marital status’, but whatever it is, I can hardly call TJ a friend. More like, the guy that Tweets me when it’s convenient for him. Is that a friend, doc?”
”What are you going to do to correct the situation?”
She laughed a little, but I’m not sure what it was directed at. Note: I felt the need to be on my guard.
”Our friendship? That’s up to TJ. We have no personal issues with each other... this can be resolved with a text or a phone call, or even a handwritten letter- hell, he has both my addresses... but I’m not holding my breath. Instead, TJ’s going to be too busy filling himself and Keaton with false hope going into Mayhem.
No... we can’t just ‘correct the situation’ but I know how I can Aubrey feel better.”
”I’d like to know how.”
She giggled, and she looked away from me for a while with this bashful sort of innocence that I had either been ignorant to- or it was artificial.
”I’m going to knock him out.”
Call me uneducated, but this is one of those situations where I chose to remain silent.
”I don’t care how I’m noticed, or how these people think of me, but I won’t be ignored. I’ve never been ignored.
After next Sunday, TJ won’t be able to get me out of his head, because when he thinks about his championship, or his career, or when he feels pain, all he’s going to remember is me. If he somehow survives a Gauntlet at Mayhem, then he’ll remember that he owes the first shot to me. I want to knock him out, because I want...”
She trailed off from her sentence and with an unfocused, yet thoughtful look, glanced away from me again.
”Something big’s coming. I can feel that it is.”
As you can imagine, I was caught off guard by the statement, but I simply leaned forward in my chair, giving her a half-smile.
”You knocking out TJ... is that what it is?”
The smile that hides a scowl made another appearance.
”Maybe.
Did I tell you that on Twitter, he threatened to bruise my face? I mean- it’s a silly, ‘friendly’ threat meant in jest, but what if it’s not? What if a man that’s more than twice my size really does try to take my head off next Sunday night?”
”What if?”
I’m not sure if she was considering it, but she was quiet for a few seconds.
”If I want to defend myself against somebody like TJ, then I have to cross the line in a way that I haven’t since One Night in Hell in 2012. I have to do something similar to the very thing that got me noticed in the first place! I need to win, and I need to turn heads while I do it.
By knocking... him... out.
It begins with TJ, but then I’ll work my way through the entire Asylum roster, beating everybody at their own game. And I mean everybody. Ha, you can call me the Jane of All Trades.”
”You mentioned ‘crossing the line’ earlier.”
”Yeah.”
”Well, what does that entail?”
She giggled.
”Whatever it takes, Norman. It’s time to put your big boy pants on. Nobody got anywhere on Asylum without...”
She paused and pressed a finger to her lips before holding up her index finger as if displaying the number “1.”
”Without hurting somebody.”
”Didn’t you hurt Kaylyn on Sunday?”
She grinned.
”No. She did that to herself. Logan Alexander helped, but I didn’t hurt her.
I’ll hurt TJ though, and I’ll feel good about it. It’s not because I dislike TJ, but I want my chance to say I basked in the APW limelight... and I’m hungry for that moment just like people like Christian Kane, and like Logan Alexander. I just wanna be noticed, Norman.”
For a moment, there was silence. And then...
”You’ve hurt somebody on purpose before, haven’t you?”
Stunning. I felt like I hit a wall.
”Sounds like more of an accusation than a question.”
”Did it feel good?”
”I feel that you and I don’t gain satisfaction from the same things.”
”Did you feel like you were accomplishing something- and that you were justified, even if you probably weren’t?”
”Aubrey, please-.”
”Everybody knows how it feels. I just wanna know, Norman.”
She didn’t just wanted to know. She wanted to hurt... This won’t be as easy as I projected.
fin.
