Post by Kyla Jenner on Oct 26, 2013 20:38:56 GMT -4
Tokyo, Japan.
It was one of the very last places I expected to be visiting anytime soon. Not because I thought it was a bad place; but because I was never apart of a company as big as Action Packed Wrestling. I knew of the company prior to being signed but there were hundreds upon hundreds of wrestlers at a time vying for the grand opportunity to be signed by APW. My core would heat up at the thought of standing in an arena filled with thousands of fans screaming so loud it would be so painful for my ears.
A good type of pain.
Some would even go as far as to say I don't have a real appreciation for professional wrestling just because I had a level of beauty unmatched by many other women who dared to lace up a pair of wrestling boots. Well I thought; It's simply a stereotype. It's becoming an epidemic, female wrestlers being criticized because of their own genetics. My love for this business ran so deep I contemplated bashing my face in with one of Michael Callahan's boots. I had to be restrained by my own seven year old nephew. Getting to this point was a war in itself. There was always a bottle there to aid me in feeling better about myself.
Low hold; I had met with APW President, Hurricane Jeff. Note that I've watched APW's product for quite some time. Despite the things "The Killerplauze" Stefan Raab says about our APW President he seemed to be an okay man to me. We hit it off right. That lead to me going out to Tokyo, Japan to attend the One Night In Hell event and maybe get out there and try new things.
My eyes popped open. There I was laying on my hotel room bed; on my stomach. My eyes just wanted to shut again but I knew I had to get up to start my busy day. It felt as if people just covered my entire body with bricks to hold me down. My head was throbbing. I pushed myself noticing that my pretty pink robe was pulled half way up. My arms were shaking. I had passed out from drinking last night. I was glad no other employees of APW knew I indulged in my bad addiction. Binge drinking to rid myself of a horrible mixture of anticipation and stress.
My left hand found its way to my left eye rubbing it softly. I stood up and stretched out then I grabbed my iPhone 5S, my Jammie Dodgers, a lighter, and my pack of Newport cigarettes then exited the room. Walking down the hallways bare footed I caught some strange looks. Easy to brush off. Once I got outside I felt a pair of hands that were about my size grab onto my shoulders and pull me back a few steps hard. I was close to losing balance but the pair of hands kept me up right. A loud scream escaped my mouth due to the shock. I heard a very familiar English accent. A voice even lighter than my own if possible.
"Calm down, Jenner! Stop being afraid."
I turned around and gave my older half sister a glare looking at her. I was a tall woman; at five foot nine inches tall but my sister was five foot eleven inches. We were just a tall family of women. Unlike me; Kelsey was a blonde. Kelsey had begged me to come out and visit me in Tokyo. She had always wanted to come here so naturally I agreed to let her out of the kindness in my heart.
"Bloody hell! Kelsey, dear; I really can't be bothered to deal with you when you do things like that."
I sighed. Looking her up and down. I was much better looking than she was but there was no doubt that she had a better sense if fashion than I ever did and that was saying something because I myself was no slouch in that department. With her gorgeous pink top and blue jeans that I contemplated stealing from her the moment I got the opportunity.
"I almost smacked you with my pack of Jammie Dodgers, doll."
I joked; I ceased to make anymore eye contact with Kelsey. She had picked the worst time to come visit me. I didn't want her to know that I still had my little issues; well issues that I deemed minor. To me they were. I had an APW contract; obviously I was doing something right so why is it that I couldn't have my drinks? I felt my cheeks beginning to burn up.
Flashing Kelsey a half smile trying to hide from her the fact that I had that serious hangover. She began to examine me more. From my messed up hair to my paranoid expression she knew I gave in to my inner desire. The tone of this meeting changed quickly; my sister put her immense anger on display. Her face turning bright red.
"Kyla, were you drinking again? You're twenty-four now why is this still an issue?! How long have you been hiding this from me? We're you driving alone? You could have gotten hurt!"
I felt my migraines beginning to come back. It felt as if a massive body builder grabbed me by the hair then threw me on the ground head first.
"Rubbish, Kelsey. What's the harm in having a drink or two? At least I'm not stealing anyone's man or bringing harm to any people. In fact I lead a revolution of people. Showing them that being good to folks is the way, love."
Kelsey got angrier with me. We looked like two skinny; red lollipops at this point.
"It doesn't matter what good you do! That's irrelevant to your safety and health. If you're dead you can't stand up for anyone ever again! Yeah one drink or so isn't bad. You always over do it. You could lose everything over this. I keep trying to instill this information into you. I know you can learn. You've got a degree. You're just ignorant. That's why they took Trinity away from you."
Gradually I began to realize that my smile and stories weren't helping me convince my sister that I was okay. I snapped at the only person who was concerned about my welfare.
"Shut up! Just be quiet; I don't need to be judged by anyone anymore. This precisely why I turn to the bottle so much; is because I'm always talked down to by everyone! Even the people who're supposedly in my corner at every turn I make."
My sister was good and ready to try and cut me off in order to make another statement. I saw her lips. They were about to weave words. I stopped Kelsey by rising my right hand up.
"Just stop; Kelsey. Yeah I have an addiction and I apologize for not being the ideal; perfect sister but I'll give you a bit of a news flash that you should have already known. Everything I do in life is an addiction that could potentially kill me. Everything. Every time I wrestle there's a chance I could be hurt badly but you don't care then. Why? Because you don't lead a risk filled life like I do. You're an average woman with a secure; high paying job. No worries at all."
I folded my arms. Deep down there was a feeling of guilt. Kelsey really didn't understand some of the things I had to go through to stay sane in a business like wrestling.
"And how dare you bring up my son? Huh? My bloody son! Mum and Dad took him from me but I'm still working to provide for him aren't I? It's like you'll do anything to make me feel bad about myself. You know what? I can't even look at you. I'm at a loss of words. I don't even know if I should call you my family anymore, Kelsey."
Finally; my sister spoke; she had lost the angry expression. It turned to sadness; her eyes began to water. I had hurt her feelings worse than ever before. The fights we've had previously weren't as bad as this one. She turned to run away from me. I realized I took it a step too far. As she ran in the opposite direction I yelled out to her out of remorse.
"Kelsey! Stop! I apologise! "
My core started to heat up more out of shame. I prided myself in being a good person. For the most part I was; but the only person who really cared for me had to deal with my aggressive side. A bitchy side to me. It was too late to chase after Kelsey. I knew it would be hard to fix this. If our sisterhood was fixable. That was one more thing I had to toss onto my to do list.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
My iPhone 5s buzzed. I looked at the phone to see that Hurricane Jeff was calling me. I answered. His voice was the only soothing thing in my life at that moment in time. Though we we only had a business relationship I found myself welcoming of his voice. It also helped that one of the biggest personas in wrestling gave me a call.
Hello, dear...What can I do for you?
I said in a depressed tone. Hurricane Jeff responded.
Hey, Kyla. I just wanted you to know that while you're in Tokyo Dome you should come to the backstage area and get to know some of your co-workers more.
I giggled; my original plan was to wait until after I made my debut but now I had to oblige.
Will do, love.
I said. The phone hung up. It was to be expected. Even if I wanted it I wouldn't expect Jeff to have a long drawn out conversation with me. He was a busy man. However; the early invitation made my day just a tad bit better. Even if for a few hours; my problems disappeared.
OOC; Just a small introduction to her life type of deal. 1,761 words.
