Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2017 8:19:20 GMT -5
“WHACK!”
An axe comes down and the camera is splashed with watery red droplets. A cloth comes and quickly wipes it away. Cheyenne Walker smiles as she pulls the cloth away.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Sometimes blood just has a mind of its own.”
The camera pans out but the image is blurred with a censor bar. Cheyenne is dressed in a leather apron and a fabric hairnet, hiding away all her long blonde locks.
“You ready?”
The cameraman mumbles that it's already filming. Cheyenne apologizes and faces the camera.
“Ya know, I ain’t hard to get along with. I consider myself a good person but for some reason there are folks out there that see someone that is okay with who they are, comfortable with themselves and they feel a need to crush that..”
Her gloved hand tightens around the handle of the axe before she puts it down. She then raises one of her hands, pointing a dripping finger toward the camera.
“Now I am only assumin’ but it sure does seem that Mandi was a victim of someone like that. She came in with high hopes and naivety and got taken down. She went on and let that change who she was. Why? Why let anybody tell you who you are or what ya’ll believe? It's pretty dumb. ‘Cuz then you aren't unique no more. You are just another person infected with the disease. Anger. She may say that’s not what it is but tell me somethin’... what have I actually done to her personally ‘cept come in sayin’ that I fight fair? What about that upsets you? What is that gonna do to you that you feel the need to tear me down to your level? When I asked, you couldn't answer that. Because deep down, you can’t make the person that shattered your beliefs pay so you gotta do it to someone else. Imma tellin’ ya. It ain’t gonna fix squat.”
She shakes her head before turning to take a large knife from the wall. She picks at the blade a little, obviously testing how sharp it was. She speaks while moving over to the blurry mess.
“You got this idea in your head that ‘cause I grew up on a farm I must be some delicate flower that knows nothin’ ‘bout hard work or sacrifice. That I don't know anythin’ ‘bout how wrestlin’ is.”
She chuckles as she brings the knife down hard and precise. She starts cutting up whatever is hidden from the viewers.
“Joke is on you sweets. Guess you missed the part where I have been doin’ this a few years now? Or the part where you ain’t the first to try this same song and dance with me? And I know you probably won't be the last either. You also don’t know nothin’ about the strength you need, both mental and physical, to be a farmer. Without girls like me putting food on your grocery store shelves, there would be no girls like you.”
She stops, then points the knife at the screen as a thought comes to her.
“You admitted that doin’ this was ‘fun’ for you, tryin’ to tear down ppl you think are weaker than yourself. That’s pretty despicable. But ya know what, the only lesson that is gonna be learned at lights out 12 is that this stubborn mule ain’t changin’ for nobody.”
She stabs the knife into the wood of the table and picks up the item she’s been cutting, inspecting the pinky-red blurry item.
“You don't like how I see things, well that’s a YOU problem and I ain't here to make ya’ll feel good. I am here to win matches the best way I know how. I don't need to do any of that sneaky trash ‘cause I have legitimate wrestlin’ skills.”
She places it into a plastic container to the side before picking up the knife again.
“Now I got nothin’ against you personally even though you seem to have ‘em against me. But I won’t be holdin’ back and when I pin ya, it will be ‘cause I did it the right way.”
Within seconds she is adding more pieces to the container before turning and dropping the knife into a metal sink, similar to one you might find in a restaurant.
“You lost sight of that. You said so yourself, you were a naive girl when you started but I will tell ya, I wasn't naive when I signed my contract. And I sure wasn't when I stepped into a ring with you all. If you are lookin’ for a girl that is goin’ to drop down and thank ya for bein’ a...”
She stops herself and smiles, pulling off the thick rubber gloves and picks up the container.
“Well let's just say I am not gonna thank ya for anything and unless you wanna teach me a wrestlin’ move I ain’t ever learned before, no lessons are gonna be taught. But I sure am gonna teach ya about the value of honest work.”
She then starts walking away and the camera follows. She pushes through a swinging door and suddenly, the are assaulted with the sights of a busy butcher shop. Cheyenne hands the container to a similarly dressed man at the counter.
“Here ya go Roy, 10lbs of chicken.”
He nods.
“Thanks for filling in today Cheyenne.”
Cheye waves it off.
“No problem at all. I just hope Martha’s little Julie is feeling better having her Mama home with her. Thanks for lettin’ me bring the camera guy in.”
The man waves it off, much the same way Cheye did
“You’re doin’ me a favour. I don't mind.”
Cheye waves the cameraman to follow her to the back again.
“I dunno why you think you need to teach me anything anyway, who am I to you? What does ‘teaching’ me your backwards cheatin’ ways do exactly? You can't actually answer that question either can ya? ‘cause nothing about what you’re doing is about helpin’ and everything about just tryin’ to make yourself feel better.”
She moves toward a door with a lever. Inside are hanging slabs of animals ready for cutting. She turns to look over her shoulder.
“Imma not sorry that I have confidence in myself. I was raised to stand on my own two feet. You should uncouple from your guy and try it sometime.”
She shrugs. There is nothing about her in this moment anyone would consider sweet.
“But...I sure do hope that you find your way back from the darkness ya’ll are lost in. I’ll make sure to pray for ya.”
She gives a nod before the freezer door closes and the scene fades out.
An axe comes down and the camera is splashed with watery red droplets. A cloth comes and quickly wipes it away. Cheyenne Walker smiles as she pulls the cloth away.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Sometimes blood just has a mind of its own.”
The camera pans out but the image is blurred with a censor bar. Cheyenne is dressed in a leather apron and a fabric hairnet, hiding away all her long blonde locks.
“You ready?”
The cameraman mumbles that it's already filming. Cheyenne apologizes and faces the camera.
“Ya know, I ain’t hard to get along with. I consider myself a good person but for some reason there are folks out there that see someone that is okay with who they are, comfortable with themselves and they feel a need to crush that..”
Her gloved hand tightens around the handle of the axe before she puts it down. She then raises one of her hands, pointing a dripping finger toward the camera.
“Now I am only assumin’ but it sure does seem that Mandi was a victim of someone like that. She came in with high hopes and naivety and got taken down. She went on and let that change who she was. Why? Why let anybody tell you who you are or what ya’ll believe? It's pretty dumb. ‘Cuz then you aren't unique no more. You are just another person infected with the disease. Anger. She may say that’s not what it is but tell me somethin’... what have I actually done to her personally ‘cept come in sayin’ that I fight fair? What about that upsets you? What is that gonna do to you that you feel the need to tear me down to your level? When I asked, you couldn't answer that. Because deep down, you can’t make the person that shattered your beliefs pay so you gotta do it to someone else. Imma tellin’ ya. It ain’t gonna fix squat.”
She shakes her head before turning to take a large knife from the wall. She picks at the blade a little, obviously testing how sharp it was. She speaks while moving over to the blurry mess.
“You got this idea in your head that ‘cause I grew up on a farm I must be some delicate flower that knows nothin’ ‘bout hard work or sacrifice. That I don't know anythin’ ‘bout how wrestlin’ is.”
She chuckles as she brings the knife down hard and precise. She starts cutting up whatever is hidden from the viewers.
“Joke is on you sweets. Guess you missed the part where I have been doin’ this a few years now? Or the part where you ain’t the first to try this same song and dance with me? And I know you probably won't be the last either. You also don’t know nothin’ about the strength you need, both mental and physical, to be a farmer. Without girls like me putting food on your grocery store shelves, there would be no girls like you.”
She stops, then points the knife at the screen as a thought comes to her.
“You admitted that doin’ this was ‘fun’ for you, tryin’ to tear down ppl you think are weaker than yourself. That’s pretty despicable. But ya know what, the only lesson that is gonna be learned at lights out 12 is that this stubborn mule ain’t changin’ for nobody.”
She stabs the knife into the wood of the table and picks up the item she’s been cutting, inspecting the pinky-red blurry item.
“You don't like how I see things, well that’s a YOU problem and I ain't here to make ya’ll feel good. I am here to win matches the best way I know how. I don't need to do any of that sneaky trash ‘cause I have legitimate wrestlin’ skills.”
She places it into a plastic container to the side before picking up the knife again.
“Now I got nothin’ against you personally even though you seem to have ‘em against me. But I won’t be holdin’ back and when I pin ya, it will be ‘cause I did it the right way.”
Within seconds she is adding more pieces to the container before turning and dropping the knife into a metal sink, similar to one you might find in a restaurant.
“You lost sight of that. You said so yourself, you were a naive girl when you started but I will tell ya, I wasn't naive when I signed my contract. And I sure wasn't when I stepped into a ring with you all. If you are lookin’ for a girl that is goin’ to drop down and thank ya for bein’ a...”
She stops herself and smiles, pulling off the thick rubber gloves and picks up the container.
“Well let's just say I am not gonna thank ya for anything and unless you wanna teach me a wrestlin’ move I ain’t ever learned before, no lessons are gonna be taught. But I sure am gonna teach ya about the value of honest work.”
She then starts walking away and the camera follows. She pushes through a swinging door and suddenly, the are assaulted with the sights of a busy butcher shop. Cheyenne hands the container to a similarly dressed man at the counter.
“Here ya go Roy, 10lbs of chicken.”
He nods.
“Thanks for filling in today Cheyenne.”
Cheye waves it off.
“No problem at all. I just hope Martha’s little Julie is feeling better having her Mama home with her. Thanks for lettin’ me bring the camera guy in.”
The man waves it off, much the same way Cheye did
“You’re doin’ me a favour. I don't mind.”
Cheye waves the cameraman to follow her to the back again.
“I dunno why you think you need to teach me anything anyway, who am I to you? What does ‘teaching’ me your backwards cheatin’ ways do exactly? You can't actually answer that question either can ya? ‘cause nothing about what you’re doing is about helpin’ and everything about just tryin’ to make yourself feel better.”
She moves toward a door with a lever. Inside are hanging slabs of animals ready for cutting. She turns to look over her shoulder.
“Imma not sorry that I have confidence in myself. I was raised to stand on my own two feet. You should uncouple from your guy and try it sometime.”
She shrugs. There is nothing about her in this moment anyone would consider sweet.
“But...I sure do hope that you find your way back from the darkness ya’ll are lost in. I’ll make sure to pray for ya.”
She gives a nod before the freezer door closes and the scene fades out.