“It’s real nice seeing
you, Aunt Sophie.”
The sweet little girl is quite polite and intelligent. Truth be told, Martina O’Brian has the best
parts of the O’Brian genes, intelligence as well as politeness. Granted, no one ever accused my brother of
being intelligent but intelligence does run in the family. I am quite intelligent myself. And it isn’t even that Mark is an idiot, even
though I frequently accuse of being one.
His intelligence is more street smarts.
Perhaps Mark, then, truly is more intelligent than I
am. Shocking, isn’t it? He would never sell his soul for the IWC
World Tag Team Championship but I did. I
took the coward’s way out. I took the
easy way out. Instead of staying beside
my brother and fighting The Harem, I joined The Harem. I joined that which I had stood against, that
which I hated.
No one can understand, no one can possibly understand why I
did it. Without a championship I am
nothing. Being a champion defines who I
am. In my first two years as an active
wrestler I won four world championships and broke world tag team title records.
Maybe I got lazy, maybe I gave up too quickly after failing
to defeat The Harem, but either way I chose that being world tag team champion
in IWC by any means necessary was better than trying to earn them the right way
and failing to do so. And yet there’s
one other thing that people refuse to accept, refuse to acknowledge.
I did it out of love.
Polly Norah isn’t a willing participant in all of this. She did not want to work for Ethan Von Aaron
and The Harem. She did not want to be
working for Alana Starr and The Good Movement.
So why not help her by keeping her company. Misery, as they say, loves company.
I am not a horrible person and yet I am among the most
detested in IWC right now all because of how I went about my business. But no one understands the grief that I go
through. No one understands the mental
anguish I go through.
This anguish goes far beyond just what goes on in the
Independent Wrestling Cartel. Outside of
the ring, my personal anguish having to deal with my dark side. My dark side has slowly grown stronger, more
influential. That dark side took control
and murdered my husband, my sweet Tony Morgan.
I lost my husband and not only did I lose him, I lost him because I
murdered him.
My descent into madness has not gone unnoticed. My brother Mark and his wife Ashley have
noticed it and have since tried to keep me away from their child, my sweet
niece who stands before me today in her bedroom showing me her IWC action
figures.
“And this one you got
me.” Martina produces an Ethan Von Aaron action figure without its head.
“Where did its head
go, Martina?”
“I took it off.”
“Oh? Why did you do that?”
“Ethan is stupid.”
A smirk forms on my face. “You really are a smart girl, you know that?”
I lean over and kiss her on her forehead. Meanwhile Martina roughly tosses the Ethan
figure away and then picks up an Orlando Cruze action figure.
“I like this one.”
“Yeah, Cruze is quite
a guy.”
“Will he be ok, Aunt
Sophie?”
I wish I could say yes.
He took a terrible beating on Riot and is even now in a coma. Rumors are circulating about his
condition. All I know for certain is
that he is in a hospital fighting for his life.
I also know that Martina is too young to understand…
“He’ll be fine,
Martina.” I pat her on the head.
“Ask her who her
favorite wrestler is?”
I turn around and spot Ashley, Mark’s wife and my
sister-in-law, standing there in the door way smiling politely.
“Oh, Ashley, I didn’t
know you were standing there.”
Ashley ignores me and just walks over to Martina. Truth be told, Martina is actually Ashley’s
niece as well. Martina is the daughter
of Mark and Leslie, Ashley’s sister. But
Leslie is dead now and Mark is married to Ashley. It’s good for Martina, though, that she at
least has a mother figure in her life.
“Tell Aunt Sophie who
your favorite wrestler is?”
Martina embraces me in a tight hug. “SOPHIE!”
I hug her back. “Thank
you, Martina.”
After we break the embrace Ashley motions to the door. “Why don’t you go downstairs and see your
daddy, ok? Me and Aunt Sophie have
something to discuss.”
“Ok, Aunt Ashley!”
Martina quickly makes her exit. I turn and smile sheepishly at Ashley. “Thank you for that.”
“She adores you,
Sophie.”
“I know and I also
know that I don’t deserve it.”
“I know things have
been rough on you lately. But I am glad
you made that first step towards getting help, REAL help, by seeing a
psychiatrist.”
“Yeah, but it isn’t
that simple. Dr. Warren says that the
next step towards recovery is going to see my father.”
“Oh…”
Ashley knows full well about mine and my brother’s
past. She knows how hard it will be for
me to go see him after all of this time.
Ashley walks over and wraps an arm around my shoulder.
“Don’t worry,
Sophie. You always have me and Mark
backing you up. Know that.”
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I do what I do for a reason.
Every step, every action I take is with a purpose. It is all part of my plan. I do not have to agree with everything Alana
Starr and Ethan Von Aaron stand for. I
just need to know what they are doing for me and what they ask of me and thus
it all boils down to this.
You need to be eliminated.
You are gunning for our world tag team titles with Andre
Jordan as your partner. Good choice, by
the way. But my task is to make sure
that you don’t make it to Reawakening.
And like a good soldier I always do what I’m told.
Nothing personal.
