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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Nov 26, 2020 22:46:55 GMT -5
PWS:APEX RiotTuesday, December 8th, 2020Live from the PWS ArenaNew York, NYSingles MatchSierra Williams vs MoondustCard is Subject to ChangeRPs due by 11:59pm Eastern on Sunday, December 6th, 2020Minimum 300Maximum 5000Segments will be due by Monday, December 7th, 2020 by 11:59pm Eastern
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Post by Sierra Williams on Dec 2, 2020 19:44:21 GMT -5
Growing Pains Detroit, Michigan 5 Years ago
One of the strangest feelings in the world is both simultaneously belonging, while feeling like not belonging. When you walk into a room and it feels like you are meant to be there all the while having people stare at you telling you that not only shouldn’t you be there, that you don’t deserve to be there. That is what Sierra Williams was dealing with. That is what she had been faced with every weekend, every show, for the last six months. She travelled down from Canada working at the same company that her brother is dead, the independent shows running every single weekend for those six months. And every time Sierra has been positioned at a higher and higher point on the card he gets better and better opponents.
But there in lies the problem. Other women who had been booked at the shows for longer than her, in some cases years felt like they had been overlooked and overstepped. None of this was series fault. She just turned up and did her best every single time. And every time the fans and those backstage would react to what she did. But it wasn’t really her fault. Sierra was a natural having been raised in a wrestling ring. Her father had a good career, he was well known in Mexico and Canada. But he was never able to break into the North American market or even Europe or Japan.
But her older brothers opened the door. They made the trip down into North America, they started building the reputation for the family. And Sierra was able to take advantage of it.
But this weekend was different. Every single show she had been out for the last six months her brothers had been booked too. But not this time, this time she made the trip by the self. Jumping in her car driving down across the border and making her way to Detroit. This show was going to be big, 3000 people, the biggest crowd that Sierra will perform in front of to this point in her career. And her brothers weren’t going to be there to see her wrestle or to be in the corner. It actually made her nervous. Which for someone like Sierra was a strange feeling. She had always been so full of confidence bordering on arrogance, but being here alone without her brothers made her feel scared.
And that alone made her ashamed, ashamed to feel that way. Ashamed to think that way. Ashamed to even be there.
She moved down the hallway holding her gear bag in her hand. She turned and stopped at the door to the women’s locker room a long deep breath passing her lips. She tried to get herself mentally prepared. She reached out and open the door walking in, the jovial laughter and camaraderie of the women’s locker room was there, until they saw her. They all stopped, they all looked at her, and then as if in unison and prepared ahead of time they all turned away from her. Sierras heart sank, but an anger rose up in her. How dare they make her feel like this? How dare they treat her like shit. She moved over to a small corner throwing her bag down. She turned and sat on the bench pulling the bag back between her legs and opening it.
She took out pieces of gear, laying them down next to her carefully. She moved her neck back-and-forth starting her warmup routine getting herself mentally ready for the show. But she could feel the eyes on her, she could feel them all burning a hole right through her with hatred and anger.
She pulled her sweatshirt up and over her head, she laid it down next to her and pulled her top up and over and sighed heavily. She could feel two of them coming closer, hands class being into fists, she was used to this, used to them making snide comments and for the most part she had been able to keep her frustrations in check. But she had done it by leaving and going and talking to her brothers who are able to calm her down. Neither of whom were here, and that was a problem. Two blondes, leggy, slender, immaculate make up. They moved on either side of Sierra looking down with arrogant faces.
One of them slowly kneeled down next to her tilting her head and studying Sierra’s face ”Hmmm still haven’t learned that your face is your brand eh?” there had been emphasis put on the “eh”. So this week they were picking on the fact that she was Canadian, last week it was the fact that she was part Mexican. The fun never stops backstage.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down and not do anything stupid. The other blonde that was on her right slowly moved around and ran a hand through Sierras hair.
Dumb Blonde 1: ”Fake red...men sure love that!”
Sierra: ”Or, you can not make your wrestling career about your physical appearance. It’s your first thing to go.”
She said it under her breath, but still loud enough for both girls to hear. They stood up and turned around next to each other right in front of her staring down at her with looks of disdain.
The taller of the two folded her arms over her chest, her nostrils flared before sneering down at Sierra.
Dumb Blonde 2: ”Still trying time act all superior because of your family. Gee wish I had a dad in the business and brothers to get me jobs”
Sierra ground under her breath, her hands were still pulled into fists and she tried to calm herself down.
Dumb Blond 1: ”Pathetic, needing daddy”
That was it, she couldn’t take it anymore. And with her brothers not there at all just boiled over. Sierra pushed up to her feet standing right in front of both of them.
Sierra: ”You think I need Rico or Diego to get me booked?”
Her voice raised, she stepped forward as both women seemed to stand their ground. But Sierra was angry and this time she wasn’t going to let them win.
Sierra: ”You know nothing. Neither of you do. And unless you want me to drop you on your heads, you’ll learn to give me some respect.”
There were a few awkward moments, neither of them said anything and the rest of the women all looked away, embarrassed and some even afraid. Sierra snarled and turned, sitting down and continuing to get prepared. She wasn’t going to let them win, she wasn’t going to let them run her out of the business that she was born to dominate. But she also wasn’t going to lash out, she was going to save The aggression for the ring. And oh boy was she going to be aggressive tonight.
Give me the ball.
It had been a month since Sierra had stepped in a ring. A month since she had been able to do what she loved. A month of sitting at home, watching Lachlan go through what he had been, trying to give her husband emotional support. She stayed with her daughters, she saw her sister, her brothers. It had been nice having the time off but at the same time, Sierra had that itch. And it was an itch that seemed to grow, the intensity grew. And now she was back, ready to face the next challenge.
Sierra: “Last time you saw me, I had just beaten Heather Haze’s best friend and had my arm raised. Before being attacked by that useless bitch. But why?, I wonder? Why did Heather come after me huh? It seems as if she’s threatened by me, threatened by t=what I’m capable of. I mean, I get it. Sierra Williams is a bitch. We all know it and feel it. Some people thought I would go by Lachlans last name, but the truth is that who I am in the ring and out of it are two different people. So when people call me a bitch, when they dislike what I say or do, I agree with them. And I have to say I took great pleasure in watching Haze have that title taken away from her. Although, the traditionalist in me thinks she should have lost the title on her back…”
“Insert joke about her spending a lot of time on her back here.”
“But the thing is, I didn’t want her stupid title. I didn’t want to go after it or face her. So her getting Alexis to attack me, from behind and then yelling about the title over and over again, really meant nothing. I want you all to cast your minds back a few months, I stepped in the ring with Mack McKane and went after the PWS Apex world title, and in that match I failed. I failed to get my hands on the gold. But I also told everyone, EVERYONE, that I wasn’t done with Mack yet. I am going to pursue him and that world title till I can raise it over my head. I don’t care about the collateral damage title, I don’t care about the tag titles, I don’t care about the United title.I care about the world title, I care about Mack McKane and being the one to dethrone him…”
“So Heather, Alexis, I’m going to do something I don’t normally do and if you’re smart you’ll take it…”
Sierra showed a small grin folding her arms over her chest, her hair flowing down from under her usual black bandana.
Sierra: “I’m going to give you both a pass.”
She raises her eyebrows and shrugs stepping back and forth before taking a deep breath.
Sierra: “I am going to let you walk away from this without me breaking you two in half. And this isn’t an offer that I make all the time. See normally, someone attacks me, says something to piss me off or otherwise breathes in my direction and I want to destroy them. But I have bigger fish to fry and other people I want to face, so I am going to allow you idiots to have that as a free shot. Cause I have to refocus on Mack, and get that title. Which...brings me to this week…”
“I get that PWS wants to bring me back in slowly after having a month and a bit away and to do that they have lined me up against Moondust.”
“A ring veteran with some small impressive moments on his resume but someone who isn’t exactly expected to set the world on fire. And hey, I’ll use this match and this moment to make a statement and remind everyone how good I am but at the same time, this match doesn’t exactly get my chilli’s hot or get the gravy flowing on my poutine….So, I need to find the silver lining on these clouds. And that silver lining is that I can use him to send a message. And it’s not like I have anything personal against Moondust, aside from the fact he wears face paint to cover up the fact he looks like a fifty year old truck driver whose wife asked him to go and get milk one too many times and he just never came home…”
“But this grizzled veteran, this six foot four paragon of bad mistakes and failed effort is facing a woman who has a future. A woman who knows how good she is and most importantly a woman who is hungry for gold and ready for glory. Since I came back to wrestling, since my brothers talked me into signing my name on my first major contract I have done everything to succeed...and I have come so close a multitude of times…”
She paces back and forth getting hyped up, her latina blood boiling as she folds her arms back over her chest.
Sierra: “WWH, DIVISION, Sin City. Each time I have come close to singles glory only to have it pulled away. But not this time, I’m not going to let this opportunity slip away. Apex is my new home, Apex is where I want to plant my flag and become a franchise face. And Moondust, well….he’s going to just fade away, and then I’ll set my sights on bigger game…:Sierra is goin huntin….Kill Sierra Kill”
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