Post by † Chee † on Sept 11, 2012 0:46:31 GMT -5
"I have no friends."
Cheeka's soft voice and the gentle, serene quietness of her surroundings are abruptly interrupted by the loud crack of a rifle. In the distance, the sound of shattering glass can be heard.
"600 Yards."
The camera zooms in as far as it can, to see a decimated bottle of Tequila, and the table it was resting on drenched in the alcohol. Cheeka lifts her head up from the scope and looks off in the distance, calm, cool, as if she can see something with her eyes that even her scope can't pick up.
"I don't feel like I have much to explain. Most of you who ever cared, know what happened to me. For those who pretend to care, but never did, you don't deserve to know. For all my flaws, and all my little issues, caring was never something I faked. I never told someone "I care about you" and didn't mean that shit. Never. So to set the record straight, I cared about you, Marisol."
Cheeka lowers her head back into the scope and scans the area below her. She comes to rest on the remains of a shipwreck, a scene very familiar to fans who followed from ZXWWF, and of course no one more than Mariah herself. Cheeka cycles the bolt to her CheyTac rifle, loading a new round into the chamber.
"Remember that? We got to "know" each other in there. A few times."
She pulls the trigger softly, and the report of the rifle echoes, only to be upstaged by an explosion, caused as the bullet strikes a barrel of oil near the wreck. The entire ship goes up in smoke as Cheeka comes out of the scope again to admire her work.
"That was where you first started to take me hostage. Where you decided to take revenge on me for taking what was yours and smashing it into a thousand pieces. Right down there. I had something going, whether you liked it or not. but you had to try and shape me into something I'm not. Why is that? It's simple, because you wanted revenge. Back then, I always brought home a nice juicy check that gives even your assets a run for their money. You know where that check went to? Not to drugs, not to booze. Straight into an account with MY daughter's name on it. Who were you to decide to "provide a wholesome environment" for MY kid? She was taken away from me in the wake of your destruction of who I am."
Cheeka gets up from her belly and stands up, walking to a small cooler she brought with her and picks up a bottle - of water. She opens it and takes a drink.
"I'm the victim here, which, probably no one understands. You're good with your silver tongue, but look at the facts. My career tanked the moment I started to care about you. Here's your problem at Slammiversary. I don't care anymore. I'm free from your grasp, and the last time you had to deal with the real Cheeka, you ended up a broken emotional mess. I think that scares you. I think that's part of the reason you had to claw your way into me and manipulate me. I think that's why I'm gonna come up above the odds and defeat you."
Cheeka takes another drink from her water bottle and lays it down next to her rifle. She gets back down on her knees, and then to her belly again as she shoulders the rifle and slips into position. As her eye refocuses on the scope, she begins scanning again for targets.
"I'm not gonna say you haven't helped me any. I won't go there. I've been sober since Kitten was taken from me, which was your fault. I took away plenty of new tricks from your training, and then some since you always quoted Bruce Lee. I don't have any illusions that you're not gonna put up one hell of a fight, Marisol, but..."
Cheeka finds her target and adjusts her scope a little. She takes a deep breath and sighs. The camera attempts to find her target but it's too far away to see. Cheeka then gets up and steps back as the camera moves down to look through her scope.
"You're in my sights, Marisol. I never miss. Muah."
Cheeka's soft voice and the gentle, serene quietness of her surroundings are abruptly interrupted by the loud crack of a rifle. In the distance, the sound of shattering glass can be heard.
"600 Yards."
The camera zooms in as far as it can, to see a decimated bottle of Tequila, and the table it was resting on drenched in the alcohol. Cheeka lifts her head up from the scope and looks off in the distance, calm, cool, as if she can see something with her eyes that even her scope can't pick up.
"I don't feel like I have much to explain. Most of you who ever cared, know what happened to me. For those who pretend to care, but never did, you don't deserve to know. For all my flaws, and all my little issues, caring was never something I faked. I never told someone "I care about you" and didn't mean that shit. Never. So to set the record straight, I cared about you, Marisol."
Cheeka lowers her head back into the scope and scans the area below her. She comes to rest on the remains of a shipwreck, a scene very familiar to fans who followed from ZXWWF, and of course no one more than Mariah herself. Cheeka cycles the bolt to her CheyTac rifle, loading a new round into the chamber.
"Remember that? We got to "know" each other in there. A few times."
She pulls the trigger softly, and the report of the rifle echoes, only to be upstaged by an explosion, caused as the bullet strikes a barrel of oil near the wreck. The entire ship goes up in smoke as Cheeka comes out of the scope again to admire her work.
"That was where you first started to take me hostage. Where you decided to take revenge on me for taking what was yours and smashing it into a thousand pieces. Right down there. I had something going, whether you liked it or not. but you had to try and shape me into something I'm not. Why is that? It's simple, because you wanted revenge. Back then, I always brought home a nice juicy check that gives even your assets a run for their money. You know where that check went to? Not to drugs, not to booze. Straight into an account with MY daughter's name on it. Who were you to decide to "provide a wholesome environment" for MY kid? She was taken away from me in the wake of your destruction of who I am."
Cheeka gets up from her belly and stands up, walking to a small cooler she brought with her and picks up a bottle - of water. She opens it and takes a drink.
"I'm the victim here, which, probably no one understands. You're good with your silver tongue, but look at the facts. My career tanked the moment I started to care about you. Here's your problem at Slammiversary. I don't care anymore. I'm free from your grasp, and the last time you had to deal with the real Cheeka, you ended up a broken emotional mess. I think that scares you. I think that's part of the reason you had to claw your way into me and manipulate me. I think that's why I'm gonna come up above the odds and defeat you."
Cheeka takes another drink from her water bottle and lays it down next to her rifle. She gets back down on her knees, and then to her belly again as she shoulders the rifle and slips into position. As her eye refocuses on the scope, she begins scanning again for targets.
"I'm not gonna say you haven't helped me any. I won't go there. I've been sober since Kitten was taken from me, which was your fault. I took away plenty of new tricks from your training, and then some since you always quoted Bruce Lee. I don't have any illusions that you're not gonna put up one hell of a fight, Marisol, but..."
Cheeka finds her target and adjusts her scope a little. She takes a deep breath and sighs. The camera attempts to find her target but it's too far away to see. Cheeka then gets up and steps back as the camera moves down to look through her scope.
"You're in my sights, Marisol. I never miss. Muah."
