Post by Wren on Jun 29, 2012 20:57:13 GMT -5
Standing in the pro wrestling Hall of Fame, Wren SilverPhoenix is looking at the pictures hanging on the wall. The legends, the icons, the innovators. Those that everyone loved and those that everyone loved to hate. The history of pro wrestling gathered together in one place. It is a place that whispers its stories into your ear, a place that commands reverance and awe. Listen closely and you can hear the past come to life. A chairshot from Ronnie Garvin, the sound of bodies colliding as Ricky Steamboat flys from the top rope, the unmistakable "Whooooo" of Ric Flair, the sounds of dreams being realized and history being made. Wren is entranced by the what she is seeing. There is Hogan, Undertaker and Foley. Nearby are Harley Race, Buzz Sawyer and The Legion of Doom. Men who have earned their places here and no matter how she feels personally, on a professional level, Wren respects them all. Their careers leave you no choice. Walking slowly, Wren is in awe of those she is seeing when her cell phone rings breaking her trance and with obvious irritation she answers.
Hello?
On the phone a voice she never thought she'd ever hear again speaks softly.
I'm very disappointed in you Wren. You are weak and unfocused and it shows...to everyone.
Her cheeks turning red from both anger and embarrassment, Wren grits her teeth and clenches her hands into tight fists.
I made you Wren. I took you to the top of this business and now here you are acting like green as grass rookie. You are embarrassing yourself and more importantly...you are embarrassing me. These antics of yours didn't work 5 years ago, what makes you think they are acceptable now?
All of a sudden all of the men she had stood admiring only moments ago now seem to be staring at her accusingly with looks of disappointment in their eyes. Turning away, Wren closes her eyes tightly.
I'm doing the best I can.
On the phone, the mysterious voice is harsh and unsympathetic.
No you're not Wren. I've seen your best and what you've been doing isn't even close. The only thing you're doing now is dishonoring the memory of those that have gone before you. The blood you've shed, the dues you have paid...it means nothing if you do not step up your game. I will not let you fail Wren. Not because I care about you at all, but because I will not let you tarnish the memory of what I have built.
Opening her eyes, Wren's face is screwed into a mask of venomous hate as she practically hisses into the phone.
You truly are an unfeeling bastard aren't you?
The voice on the phone laughs as Wren paces back and forth through the hallway in the Hall of Fame, no longer caring about the former wrestlers on the walls. Suddenly the laughter stops and the voice speaks in an icy tone that conveys a terrifying seriousness in his words.
Wren SilverPhoenix. Do not fail me. You will not like what happens if you do.
With a click the phone goes silent and Wren shivers slightly. With a long look down at the phone in her hand, Wren finally begins to move and heads towards the exit not exactly sure what she will do now but the one she thing she is sure of is...she can not afford to fail.
Hello?
On the phone a voice she never thought she'd ever hear again speaks softly.
I'm very disappointed in you Wren. You are weak and unfocused and it shows...to everyone.
Her cheeks turning red from both anger and embarrassment, Wren grits her teeth and clenches her hands into tight fists.
I made you Wren. I took you to the top of this business and now here you are acting like green as grass rookie. You are embarrassing yourself and more importantly...you are embarrassing me. These antics of yours didn't work 5 years ago, what makes you think they are acceptable now?
All of a sudden all of the men she had stood admiring only moments ago now seem to be staring at her accusingly with looks of disappointment in their eyes. Turning away, Wren closes her eyes tightly.
I'm doing the best I can.
On the phone, the mysterious voice is harsh and unsympathetic.
No you're not Wren. I've seen your best and what you've been doing isn't even close. The only thing you're doing now is dishonoring the memory of those that have gone before you. The blood you've shed, the dues you have paid...it means nothing if you do not step up your game. I will not let you fail Wren. Not because I care about you at all, but because I will not let you tarnish the memory of what I have built.
Opening her eyes, Wren's face is screwed into a mask of venomous hate as she practically hisses into the phone.
You truly are an unfeeling bastard aren't you?
The voice on the phone laughs as Wren paces back and forth through the hallway in the Hall of Fame, no longer caring about the former wrestlers on the walls. Suddenly the laughter stops and the voice speaks in an icy tone that conveys a terrifying seriousness in his words.
Wren SilverPhoenix. Do not fail me. You will not like what happens if you do.
With a click the phone goes silent and Wren shivers slightly. With a long look down at the phone in her hand, Wren finally begins to move and heads towards the exit not exactly sure what she will do now but the one she thing she is sure of is...she can not afford to fail.