Post by brooke on Sept 8, 2023 13:24:07 GMT -5
Prologue
The wrestling world is a fickle place to be. Politics and internet trolls running rampant. Those you think are your friends will do anything they can to get ahead and then dump you in the trash like the leftovers from last Thursday that have hidden in your refrigerator. Truth is, I was one of those who would do the same. Junko and I had built a great thing but I let my anger and jealousy get the best of me. Now I have come to realize the err of my ways. The problem isn't the fact that I turned on Junko. The problem is that I trusted her in the first place. She turned out to be worse than me. It's ok though. I have found my place among the misfits of this world. Rosa, Daniel, Synn, Zoe. These are my people. These are the things that the Daydream is made of. You fuck with me, you fuck with them.
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The mission was simple, operation Bermuda Triangle. Many people had disappeared in this area. I shook my head as Daniel shook me awake. "Brooke, you ok?"
He and I had been apart for a bit as he had been traveling the world and I has been wrestling. I nodded as I sat up, my sun kissed skin covered by a blanket and not much else. "I…I'm fine. The trials are coming up and I need to focus."
He ran his hand through my blonde hair lovingly. He knew I was tense. He wanted to relax me. It's a sweet gesture but I pulled away. "This is about more than just the Bravery Trials isn't it?"
Tears welled up in my eyes. I ran into the bathroom locking it behind me. Daniel stood outside the door, knocking on it. "Brooke, come on. You can talk to me about anything. I mean, I've been more than patient about this Rosa situation have I not?"
I opened the door and stared in his eyes, well as much as a five foot two woman could. To say I was irate was an understatement. "Look, I've said this before. Ross has been there for me. You've been too busy beefing with a toddler on Twitter to worry about me. I'm going back to the hotel."
I started gathering my things as Daniel pleaded with me. "Babe, I didn't mean it like that. Look we both have a lot going on."
He hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. I scoffed audibly as I walked out the door. I slammed it as Daniel laid his head against the door, very visibly mad at himself.
I walked down the hall as my phone kept going off. Text after text from Daniel and Rosa. I didn't need anymore distractions. I just needed to focus.
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Loss after loss wasn't how my summer was supposed to go. I lost the OCW Paradigm Title on the final show, I lost in the new OCW when given an opportunity for the Anarchy title. I was even passed up in the Traid Bravery Trials. I can hear the fans already "Well Brooke. You have an opportunity to prove that all three members of the TRIAD were wrong to pass you up. Yeah, because that's what everyone wants, a chance to be first runner up. I sat under the setting sun in the courtyard of the hotel I was staying at. This was the first time I had been away from both Daniel and Rosa. I took the time to contemplate everything about my life and my career. I looked into the camera and spoke the words on my heart. "What is the definition of bravery? The dictionary defines it as "courageous behavior or character" but what does that mean to everyone? As a bisexual woman who has lost her family over her sensuality, I could sit here on my soapbox and use that as the reasoning why I am brave and deserve to be in the Bravery trials. That's a cop out. The fact is, maybe I am not as brave as I thought I was."
I looked up to the sky and shook my head as I stood up. I ripped the umbrella up out of the sand as the sunset finishes and night sets in. Almost werewolf like, my attitude morphed and changed into one of rage. "No. That's not true. TLS, PIC, Welsh, I hope you are all fucking listening. No more Missus Nice Texan. I am tired of people like you over looking me simply because I am a five foot two Rookie. People like Matt Knox and LC Pinkston get chosen simply because they are dicks to everyone. I don't have some stupid gimmick like Merica. I'm not a sexy model type woman like Carmen Cortes and I don't have Twitter…erm…X by the balls like Vhodka Black but damn it I am a wrestler who loves this sport. I'm someone who shows up and gives my all when the cards are down. I've never had extended time off for any injuries or anything like that. Simply put, I am brave because I am me. I am a survivor and if I am passed on again you simply aren't paying attention at all. I have been accused of riding the coattails of Synn and have been accused of fucking my way to the top. Neither could be further from the truth. You see, I legitimately give my blood, swear, and tears to earn what I have and no one can say the same. Ten of us will enter the battle royal but only one blonde has the fight and determination to win and that is Brooke Blakely. I am the Daydream but on the Ghost Ship I am the nightmare of the battle royal. Nine souls will be lost. One shall prevail and that one is the true dream, the DayDream."
I paved the beach, the sand giving beneath my perfectly pedicured feet. I shook my head as I spoke directly and sternly. "You know, if I were the way I used to be, I'd feel bad for these poor unfortunate souls but I don't. This is my time to shine. I am no longer concerned who's body or careers I shatter in order to get ahead. I am doing this for me. For too long I did this to impress people. I wanted to impress the handsome men and sexy women. I wanted to impress my family in hopes they could look past their religious blinders and not see me as some stupid where. I did this to impress the TRIAD. No more. I am doing this for my own accolades. People may like what I do or they may hate it but when all is set and done they will notice and they will react accordingly. Truth be told, I don't give a fuck about any of my opponents in this match and I don't give a fuck about the TRIAD. From now on I only give a fuck about myself and my circle. I know who has my back and I know who is ready to strike and stick knives in it. I am going to show more than just my Bravery. I am going to show every ounce of love I have for this business. Its a battle royal, its a crap shoot and anything can happen. Anyone can win, why not me. To the nine opponents across from me, fuck around and find out. This win is mine for the taking and I will be damned if I allow myself to lose again l. The Daydream will rise. This is my world, you're all just living in it."
I walked toward the water, almost as if in a trance. I entered the ocean as I chased the moon, like a little girl chasing a boy she likes on the playground. I disappeared beneath the light of the full moon as the scene faded to black.
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Epilogue
Was I overwhelmed? Yes. Was I going to stop and give up some of my commitments? Not a chance in hell. I was someone who always lived in the fast lane. I always wanted to be the best and I wouldn't let anything or anyon4 hold me back and that included Daniel, Rosa, Synn. Fact is that I would be a lonely pile of shit before I fell at anyone's feet and became a servant. I've had men who tried to get me to submit fully to them and I am too stubborn and bratty for that honestly. That's why I wrestle, to get the energy out. To get my feelings out. Texans aren't known for expressing their feelings. That is unless your name is George Strait. That wasn't me. I'm the kind to bottle it all up and use it as fuel for the fire.
The fire would rage and burn the whole fucking ghost ship down. The fire deep within me was full ablaze and the nine others are going to wish they never signed up for this fight. Let the fire burn. Let the monster rise. Time to do something for me and not for anyone else. Goodbye land. Hello Ghost ship.
The wrestling world is a fickle place to be. Politics and internet trolls running rampant. Those you think are your friends will do anything they can to get ahead and then dump you in the trash like the leftovers from last Thursday that have hidden in your refrigerator. Truth is, I was one of those who would do the same. Junko and I had built a great thing but I let my anger and jealousy get the best of me. Now I have come to realize the err of my ways. The problem isn't the fact that I turned on Junko. The problem is that I trusted her in the first place. She turned out to be worse than me. It's ok though. I have found my place among the misfits of this world. Rosa, Daniel, Synn, Zoe. These are my people. These are the things that the Daydream is made of. You fuck with me, you fuck with them.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The mission was simple, operation Bermuda Triangle. Many people had disappeared in this area. I shook my head as Daniel shook me awake. "Brooke, you ok?"
He and I had been apart for a bit as he had been traveling the world and I has been wrestling. I nodded as I sat up, my sun kissed skin covered by a blanket and not much else. "I…I'm fine. The trials are coming up and I need to focus."
He ran his hand through my blonde hair lovingly. He knew I was tense. He wanted to relax me. It's a sweet gesture but I pulled away. "This is about more than just the Bravery Trials isn't it?"
Tears welled up in my eyes. I ran into the bathroom locking it behind me. Daniel stood outside the door, knocking on it. "Brooke, come on. You can talk to me about anything. I mean, I've been more than patient about this Rosa situation have I not?"
I opened the door and stared in his eyes, well as much as a five foot two woman could. To say I was irate was an understatement. "Look, I've said this before. Ross has been there for me. You've been too busy beefing with a toddler on Twitter to worry about me. I'm going back to the hotel."
I started gathering my things as Daniel pleaded with me. "Babe, I didn't mean it like that. Look we both have a lot going on."
He hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. I scoffed audibly as I walked out the door. I slammed it as Daniel laid his head against the door, very visibly mad at himself.
I walked down the hall as my phone kept going off. Text after text from Daniel and Rosa. I didn't need anymore distractions. I just needed to focus.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Loss after loss wasn't how my summer was supposed to go. I lost the OCW Paradigm Title on the final show, I lost in the new OCW when given an opportunity for the Anarchy title. I was even passed up in the Traid Bravery Trials. I can hear the fans already "Well Brooke. You have an opportunity to prove that all three members of the TRIAD were wrong to pass you up. Yeah, because that's what everyone wants, a chance to be first runner up. I sat under the setting sun in the courtyard of the hotel I was staying at. This was the first time I had been away from both Daniel and Rosa. I took the time to contemplate everything about my life and my career. I looked into the camera and spoke the words on my heart. "What is the definition of bravery? The dictionary defines it as "courageous behavior or character" but what does that mean to everyone? As a bisexual woman who has lost her family over her sensuality, I could sit here on my soapbox and use that as the reasoning why I am brave and deserve to be in the Bravery trials. That's a cop out. The fact is, maybe I am not as brave as I thought I was."
I looked up to the sky and shook my head as I stood up. I ripped the umbrella up out of the sand as the sunset finishes and night sets in. Almost werewolf like, my attitude morphed and changed into one of rage. "No. That's not true. TLS, PIC, Welsh, I hope you are all fucking listening. No more Missus Nice Texan. I am tired of people like you over looking me simply because I am a five foot two Rookie. People like Matt Knox and LC Pinkston get chosen simply because they are dicks to everyone. I don't have some stupid gimmick like Merica. I'm not a sexy model type woman like Carmen Cortes and I don't have Twitter…erm…X by the balls like Vhodka Black but damn it I am a wrestler who loves this sport. I'm someone who shows up and gives my all when the cards are down. I've never had extended time off for any injuries or anything like that. Simply put, I am brave because I am me. I am a survivor and if I am passed on again you simply aren't paying attention at all. I have been accused of riding the coattails of Synn and have been accused of fucking my way to the top. Neither could be further from the truth. You see, I legitimately give my blood, swear, and tears to earn what I have and no one can say the same. Ten of us will enter the battle royal but only one blonde has the fight and determination to win and that is Brooke Blakely. I am the Daydream but on the Ghost Ship I am the nightmare of the battle royal. Nine souls will be lost. One shall prevail and that one is the true dream, the DayDream."
I paved the beach, the sand giving beneath my perfectly pedicured feet. I shook my head as I spoke directly and sternly. "You know, if I were the way I used to be, I'd feel bad for these poor unfortunate souls but I don't. This is my time to shine. I am no longer concerned who's body or careers I shatter in order to get ahead. I am doing this for me. For too long I did this to impress people. I wanted to impress the handsome men and sexy women. I wanted to impress my family in hopes they could look past their religious blinders and not see me as some stupid where. I did this to impress the TRIAD. No more. I am doing this for my own accolades. People may like what I do or they may hate it but when all is set and done they will notice and they will react accordingly. Truth be told, I don't give a fuck about any of my opponents in this match and I don't give a fuck about the TRIAD. From now on I only give a fuck about myself and my circle. I know who has my back and I know who is ready to strike and stick knives in it. I am going to show more than just my Bravery. I am going to show every ounce of love I have for this business. Its a battle royal, its a crap shoot and anything can happen. Anyone can win, why not me. To the nine opponents across from me, fuck around and find out. This win is mine for the taking and I will be damned if I allow myself to lose again l. The Daydream will rise. This is my world, you're all just living in it."
I walked toward the water, almost as if in a trance. I entered the ocean as I chased the moon, like a little girl chasing a boy she likes on the playground. I disappeared beneath the light of the full moon as the scene faded to black.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Epilogue
Was I overwhelmed? Yes. Was I going to stop and give up some of my commitments? Not a chance in hell. I was someone who always lived in the fast lane. I always wanted to be the best and I wouldn't let anything or anyon4 hold me back and that included Daniel, Rosa, Synn. Fact is that I would be a lonely pile of shit before I fell at anyone's feet and became a servant. I've had men who tried to get me to submit fully to them and I am too stubborn and bratty for that honestly. That's why I wrestle, to get the energy out. To get my feelings out. Texans aren't known for expressing their feelings. That is unless your name is George Strait. That wasn't me. I'm the kind to bottle it all up and use it as fuel for the fire.
The fire would rage and burn the whole fucking ghost ship down. The fire deep within me was full ablaze and the nine others are going to wish they never signed up for this fight. Let the fire burn. Let the monster rise. Time to do something for me and not for anyone else. Goodbye land. Hello Ghost ship.