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    Journal Of A Fallen Goddess; The Path To An End.

    CHAPTER 1: NOTHING LEFT

    Everything is a blur. It feels like she’s been punched in the gut. It feels like all the wind has been ripped from her lungs. It feels like she’s in a cartoon and has just unwittingly stepped off the edge of a cliff and is now waiting to plummet downwards.

    The last thing she had left in life has just been ripped away from her.

    Taken from her.

    Snatched away.

    She has nothing left now. Nothing to give her life any meaning, nothing too look forward too. Her life is all so completely empty now.

    And none of it makes any sense.

    Why is this happening to her? How can all of this have happened to Gabrielle of all people? She doesn’t deserve it, she deserves so much better than this never ending hell she has found herself stuck in.

    A hell that has ground away all of her self-worth, all of her confidence, all of her ambition and absolutely anything else positive she could have in her life. She doesn’t believe in herself anymore, she’s given up on any dreams and any desires she had left. She doesn’t want anything anymore, she just needs those random pointless matches the FWA affords her.

    It gets her out of bed, it pulls her out of the gutter, it gives her something to do, and someone to be. She can be Gabrielle again, a shadow of who she once was, but she can still be Gabrielle for a few moments.

    The cheers from the fans are different now, less adulation and more sympathy. No reverence, just pity.

    But its all she had left.

    Just weeks away from her thirty fifth Birthday and she’s unmarried, estranged from her family, her career is essentially over and the closest thing to friends she has left are people almost as broken as her.

    How could this happen to Gabrielle? She once ruled the entire World, and now she’s become an insignificant speck within it.

    The events of tonight broke what little she had left, took all she had and left her in nothing but darkness.

    Maybe a small part of the darkest corner of mind dared to dream, dared to imagine, dared to think “what if”. What if she conquered the Fallout Tournament and found herself another opportunity to finally be great again.

    But that was ultimately insignificant to her. The louder voices in her head just screamed at her to humiliate Rupert Watkins. To make him look like a fool, to make him look stupid. To embarrass him, undermine him, and maybe even make him begrudgingly admit that he was wrong to see nothing in her. Wrong to draft her so low. Wrong to not want Gabrielle on his brand.

    Instead, she proved him right. She proved all her detractors, and all her doubters right. Once again, she failed, she faltered, she came up short. She was the Gabrielle that everyone has cast aside and come to ignore and ridicule. She couldn’t be any semblance of The Goddess she once was. She could almost picture Watkins face, mocking her, laughing, teasing her.

    That sight was burning in her eyes even worse than the sand was. As she’d sat backstage with some FWA Doctor feigning concern all she could see through the redness and the tears was Rupert Watkins grinning face.

    It pained her in so many ways, and her rage had built and built until she exploded. Shoving the Doctor aside and proceeding to throw anything and everything she could lay her hands on. This night was the final straw for her after recent months.

    It was all too much and she exploded. A team of Security and Cal Robinson couldn’t calm her down. She just kept throwing whatever she could lay her hands on and screaming a torrent of abuse. Once she noticed Cal, things only got worse.

    It’s no secret that Gabrielle and Rupert do not see eye to eye. Gabrielle despises and loathes his very existence, while she knows he in turn hates that he’s stuck with her on his brand. But what isn’t known is that she thinks no better of Cal Robinson.

    Afterall he didn’t see any value in her either. He was happy to only draft Gabrielle when no one else was left to pick from. He’s either spineless and lets Rupert call all the shots, or he didn’t want Gabrielle on Fallout. Which is worse?

    His words echo in her head for a moment “Get her out of here! She’s suspended!”

    That was the moment the last thing she had left in her life was torn away. Everyone gets what they wanted, Gabrielle is gone, Gabrielle is finished, Gabrielle is no more.

    She’s all alone in the dark of a cruel World now. A World that has nothing left to offer her.

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    Re: Journal Of A Fallen Goddess; The Path To An End.

    CHAPTER 2: FALLING, BIT BY BIT

    The insults of one Izzy Van Doren have brought her out of retirement. Weeks of insults directed at Gabrielle and so many of the other women that paved the way for a woman like Izzy too be able to walk into the FWA and have the opportunities to do and win anything she desired were too much to bare for the Goddess.

    The challenge was laid out and quickly accepted, and at one of the biggest FWA Shows ever; Revival. A Triumphant return for the FWA itself where Gabrielle will step back in an FWA ring for the first time in years.

    It could be a one off thing, it could be the start of something bigger, it could be absolutely anything. Gabrielle herself wont know until she’s stepped back in the ring and felt that rush (if its still there). But as this night has drawn closer and closer there’s been one though creeper into her mind more and more. Its grown louder and louder with each passing day. And now despite everything else it is all she can think about.

    She cant help but wonder if she’s still good enough. If she still has it, if she can still be Gabrielle. THE Gabrielle. Is this night going to be some horrible moment where someone younger swats her aside?

    She’s spent the last few years largely retired, chasing a career in Hollywood, and enjoying all the wealth her career has given her. Sure there’s been the occasional brief return to the FWA. A charity match with Bell Connolly. Commentating Shannon O’Neals Back In Business triumph over Cyrus Truth. And a stint managing James Hughes.

    But those were just small moments. Her phone rang and she took the opportunity or in James case, she connected with a former co-worker and tried to help him tap into all his unfulfilled potential.

    She’s been living the good life. Travelling only when she wants too. Working out only when she wanted too. Fine dining, a few red carpets, family, friends…life has been very easy in recent years. Can she still go to the level that being The Goddess, being Gabrielle demands?

    Does she still have that within her? Is she still the same woman that reigned as the FWA World Champion for just shy of two full years of her life? Or has she lost that magic?

    The thoughts, the dread, the pondering of wondering if she is still good enough, drags so much else to the surface as well.

    Is she still good enough? Does she still have it? Is this new Generation of Wrestlers better than her Era? Is the hunger to be great still there? How will everyone react…?

    That last one perhaps holds more weight than any other question. Afterall Gabrielle when she chose to retire, when she chose to walk away she was the most despised person the FWA had ever seen. Trumping her ex Jack Severino in that regard.

    She caused a riot. Her presence, her entrance music, her confident smirk, hell the famed complexion of her skin. Any of those things, all of those things, everything she did, the instant she appeared on screen and the boo’s were indescribably loud.

    She almost crippled Shannon O’Neal. She conspired with the Fight Night General Manager. She screwed over Drew Stevenson multiple times. She cost him his career in the cheapest of ways. She used her own daughter to get a win over Chris Kennedy.

    The worst scenes in FWA History, the most infamous night in FWA History belonged to her.

    People hated her, despised her, loathed her, detested her. She was evil, conniving, manipulative, arrogant…and didn’t care who she hurt. When she screamed at Thomas Princeton that she was done, and subsequently stormed out of Executive Excellence and the FWA no one was sad to see her go. Such was how evil and self-obsessed The Goddess had become.

    Oh sure there was that one night, an FWA vs. CWA spectacular where everyone, Gabrielle included put aside all of that and celebrated her going out with a win in style. Everyone just took a moment to celebrate her career, and Gabrielle possibly finally in that moment she had always been striving for, that moment of respect from her peers and from the fans had cried tears of joy.

    But does anyone remember that? Does anyone remember the Gabrielle that won her second World Championship and celebrated it in the ring with her daughter? Does anyone remember the Gabrielle that fought for the FWA’s very survival? Or do they only remember the Goddess at her most wicked?



    Before nights end, she’d get her answers to many of these questions. She was met with love and adulation. She knocked back the young upstart who sought to tear down her Legacy. She was still good enough, and the World had forgiven her sins.



    Or was she? And did they truly?



    Months later we’re in the aftermath of the 14th Anniversary Show.

    Cyrus Truth had made sure to remind everyone of every wrong thing Gabrielle had ever done. Refusing to acknowledge she could change, she could grow, or she could regret what she did. Doubts were creeping back in. She’d hear some boo’s here and there. Some audiences were more Pro Cyrus than Gabrielle and with it she started to question so many things.

    Though her resolve of her own greatness remains (for now), Cyrus had won this Battle, but not the War. She took him to the brink. Even though he would deny it, she knew it. She knew how close she was to her third World Championship. She knew how close she still is too it…or she thought she did…

    Once more months have passed by. Desert Storm has come to an end, and a new FWA World Champion has been crowned. Cyrus Truth’s reign is no more. But despite how close she had come, Gabrielle hasn’t replaced him.

    Eleven months into her return, and all she has to show for it are two failed shots at the World Championship. And an occasional night where the FWA fans completely rejected her, or even seemed indifferent too her.

    All the confidence she had after Revival is nearly gone after Desert Storm 2019. The next few days are full of phone calls to her family, telling them she’s done, telling them she knows she’s not good enough anymore and has to hang up her boots for the second time…the final time.

    Her brother Trent fly’s over to America to see her, be her shoulder to lean on, her moral support, her cheerleader in a few low moments.

    It gets her out of a funk…but the doubts remain. They remain through 2020, through finally winning a Trial By Fire match, through winning the Golden Opportunity, through Black Caramel, through an injury and the subsequent tabloid rumours of a pregnancy. She paid those stories little mind, its not the first time someone has ran with a story of her being pregnant to drum up some clicks, and it won’t be the last.

    For some reason this time is met with vitriol, attacks, insults. She needed to come out and deny the rumors, this one particular time for some reason. People act like she was out there claiming a pregnancy. Blaming her for it. Acting like it was her doing, like she had to address the rampant ‘Slut Shaming’ towards her.

    All she can do is brush it aside, rehab her injury and cash in that Golden Opportunity.

    The moment she did so everyone told her she would be World Champion again. Even Sullivan, Saint Sulley as he now preferred seemed to know his time was up. He knew Gabrielle was going to take away that Championship. He seemed to accept it. He almost welcomed it. Her confidence had never been higher in the last couple of years. She hadn’t believed in herself more in that time…

    But we all know what happened next.

    She failed again. And the weight of everything crushed her. Every doubt, every detractor, every insult, every night in this run that she’d walked down to the ring only to be booed. Everytime she’d failed to live up to her own Legacy, and everytime that Legacy seemed to mean nothing to anyone else completely crushed her.

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    Survivor Series Re: Journal Of A Fallen Goddess; The Path To An End.

    CHAPTER 3: (un)HAPPY BIRTHDAY

    For a brief little moment it is almost like a scene of old, a scene familiar to The Goddess. The flickering light of a flame dances across Gabrielle’s face. It is beautiful, mesmerizing and haunting all at once.

    But the soulless look upon her face quickly quashes all of that.

    She looks so broken and alone and she cant find her way out of this pit of despair. It’s just getting deeper and deeper, she can barely see the light from the World above now. All she has is this tiny little flame, this single candle in front of her face.

    She just stares at it for a disturbingly long time, before pulling her attention away and down towards her phone.

    She checks it for the hundredth time today. There’s no new messages, no missed phone calls, no alerts of any kind. A tear rolls slowly down her cheek as she lets her phone fall from her grasp and crash to the floor. Nothing. No one cares she silently laments.

    The reality that this phone is the latest in a long line of phones whose numbers she only gives out to the few people in the FWA who demand to be able to get in touch with her doesn’t cross her mind. Its just more soul crushing loneliness. No messages, no calls. Nothing. No one cares.

    She has to spend this day alone.

    “Happy Birthday to me…” she croaks as tears begin to flow from her eyes with more regularity. The Gabrielle of old, held some of the wildest Birthday Parties ever. Parties of such Decadence and Opulence that even the Gods of old Lore would be jealous.

    “Happy Birthday to me…” she whimpers once again. She’s never, ever been alone for a Birthday before. She’s always had at least family by her side. And once she joined the FWA her Birthday Parties were an absolute must for everyone she knew, and everyone who wanted to know her

    “Happy Birthday to Gabby…” she cries out. Her voice cracking with nearly every syllable. She never imagined that at thirty five she’d find herself so alone, and so broken. How is she of all people so alone now? No matter what she did in the past. No matter who she was in the past she always had legions of people around her.

    But not anymore. Everyone she ever loved, everyone she ever liked, everyone she ever even knew has completely abandoned her now. None of them have any use for her anymore. None of them care about her anymore. They’ve left her alone in this Motel room to stare at a cheap cake she bought in a gas station. Its not even a Birthday cake.

    She just stares at it again, letting the solitary candle drip wax over the cake. But she doesn’t care, she has no desire to eat it. She has no desire to celebrate. Right now she just wants to disappear. She just wants the World to open up and swallow her. Take away all this pain, all this hurt, all this dejection. Right now…she just wants to die.

    The Fallen Goddess of the FWA has hit a point lower than she’s ever felt before. She’s never been so consumed with pain and self-loathing, never.

    But she has no purpose anymore. Her grand return to the FWA nearly three years ago led nowhere. All it did was tear apart her Legacy and her mental health. She should have never gotten back in the ring. She knows it now, she accepts it now. She’s been dropped on her head enough now that this point has been driven home.

    She’s not good enough anymore. That’s why no one cares about her Birthday. And maybe they never really did.


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    Re: Journal Of A Fallen Goddess; The Path To An End.

    CHAPTER 4: CHASING ANOTHER DREAM

    Her brunette hair is a dead giveaway for the fact that this is the Gabrielle we knew, not the Gabrielle we now know. As is the spark in her eyes, the revealing, and very expensive black dress she has on, the vibrancy to her famed caramel skin…and brutally the fact that she’s clearly bathed this week.

    This is the Caramel Coated Goddess trying to take over the World, trying to expand beyond Professional Wrestling.

    Her days in the ring have come to an end and she’s gone down in history as one of the all-time greats. Her Legacy is secure, her impact on the business is undeniable. Gabrielle did everything there is too do in the FWA, and now she’s making her way into the bright lights of Hollywood.

    Though she’s not quite staring at those bright lights just yet.

    Her Movie career so far hasn’t reached the same lofty heights as her Wrestling career. With D-grade Horror films like Hack, Attack Of The Octopus People II, and The Rivers Run With Blood And Caramel to her name so far. Films that many people believe were only ever greenlit solely because Gabrielle…’exposes’ herself in all of them.

    Films regarded more for her level of nudity than they are her acting ability or the quality of the script.

    But they were fun to make, and they were easy films to get her foot in the door. Now though she’s eager to make something that displays her talents as an actress and shows the World that she’s taking this chapter of her life very seriously. She wants to be an actress, and successful and highly regarded actress. In a perfect World she would be as successful and influential in Hollywood as she was the FWA.

    So today she’s meeting with her Agent to discuss her current options after having auditioned for several big budget movies in recent weeks.

    “So…have you heard back from Scorsese?” She asks.

    The pause before he replies helps break the bad news to Gabrielle. “They’re going in a different direction, he didn’t feel you were a good fit for the film.”

    “I see…what about the Marvel movie?”

    Another pause before he can reply. “They’ve cast someone else, they liked you though.”

    Gabrielle scrunches up her face, getting a role in a Scorsese film or being a part of the Marvel Universe would have been huge for her. “What about that Matt Damon movie? They seemed to really like me, Matt was raving about how much his kids like me.”

    “I haven’t heard anything from him directly…so perhaps they haven’t made their mind up.”

    “That was weeks ago though…surely you’ve heard back from Disney, I blew that Star Wars audition away.”

    He pauses again, a bit too long.

    “That’s a no too then I see.”

    “Yeah, that’s a no. But look we’ve got all of the no’s out of the way. I do have some guaranteed roles for you here. Michael Bay…

    “Yes…” Gabrielle excitedly interrupts.

    “Michael Bay would love you for his next big Blockbuster…he thinks you’d be perfect to play a stripper. He loves you for the role.

    “No. I want some serious roles.”

    “Okay, what about Attack Of The Octopus People III? They loved you in number II, and the studio is really keen to make a franchise out of that with you at the lead. I’m talking several movies here all made around you.”

    “I cant. I don’t want to make those movies anymore. I don’t want to be typecast into those roles. I want more than that. Do you know I was picking my daughter up from a Birthday Party the other day and the Father there basically cornered me and wouldn’t stop going on about how many times he’s watched that movie. He was telling me about how often he watches ‘those’ particular scenes. Do you know how creepy that is, how weird that was for me? I don’t want to be that actress.”

    “So I’d imagine that’s a no to Brazzers as well?”

    “Hell no.” She sternly replies.

    “They’ve doubled their offer, and you’d have your pick of everything.”

    “Are you some sleazy porn Agent now? That’s not what I hired you for.”

    “Sorry, sorry. I just…I’m just letting you know. It’s bigger money than most
    of my clients have ever been offered..”

    Silence falls over the Office for a while as Gabrielle sits there contemplating the dawning reality that the only roles she can get in and around Hollywood involve her getting her tits out, or more.

    After a while, her Agent finally breaks the silence. “Listen I’m going to be honest with you here. My daughter is your biggest fan. So I could lead you on and try and keep bringing you these roles you don’t want to do, until you just accept one. But my little girl wouldn’t want that.”

    “This is all you can expect to get, at least right now. Maybe you’ll get your big break in some big budget movie. But for now everyone I speak too only see’s you for certain roles. Whether that’s because you’re a Pro Wrestler or because you’re Gabrielle, and sleazy Casting Directors want you on their couch, while more serious Directors don’t want that I cant be sure.”

    “I’m sorry, but this is all you can expect for now. There’s a certain image that comes with the name Gabrielle that is limiting what roles you can actually expect…”

    Silence, again. As Gabrielle mulls over everything she’s just heard. That decadent and sexual Goddess she has made into her public image is coming back to bite her. It always was a double edged sword. Gabrielle used it to her advantage whenever she could, but she knew people respected her a little bit less because of it.

    People looked at her often as just a pair of tits, and now that has carried over into her new, budding career.

    “I appreciate you telling me that. But surely…I have a large fanbase, I have name value…I…I’m Gabrielle. Every Director on Earth should want to work with me…”

    He doesn’t have to say anything in response, she knows this is the end of the road for her in Hollywood. She thought she could be a Star. Maybe she shouldn’t have taken those easy roles first that just exemplified the sexual, skin baring image that was now holding her back. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered, after all she was already infamous for her eagerness to show off her body, and the insatiableness of her libido long before there were camera crews and scripts to make money off her.

    She never appeared in another Movie after this discussion. She largely slipped out of the limelight, slipped out of the public eye and just enjoyed being retired. Though having no goals left to chase, no schedules to keep, no more money to be made in her early thirties was always going to make staying retired hard.

    What do you do if you’ve already done it all by your thirtieth Birthday? If only Hollywood had of seen the serious Actress beneath the brazen acts of nudity. Maybe then she could have avoided what her life has now become. Maybe she could have stayed the same, vibrant, energetic Gabrielle who held the World in the palm of her hands.

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    Re: Journal Of A Fallen Goddess; The Path To An End.

    CHAPTER 5: FAMILY REUNION

    A young man sits alone at a Café sipping on his coffee. It’s nice to be alone though, its relaxing. His life has been uprooted and he’s found himself on the other side of the World…living with his parents and occasionally his niece. He doesn’t know how much longer this situation will go on for, but its starting to wear thin. But he cant leave, he’s never even considered leaving, he needs to be here for his sister, when she’s ready she’ll come back.

    It's a life constantly on edge, waiting to hear from her, waiting to hear about her. The family had tried their best to get in touch with her ever since her downward spiral began but she rebuked every attempt to get close. Recent weeks had been even worse as no one seems to know where she is anymore. Their parents had even filed a missing persons report with the Police, such was her complete absence now.

    So it’s good to try and get away from all of that. Trent Montgomery, in fact all the Montgomery family needs these moments. Thinking about Gabrielle, who has long been the Star of the family has consumed all of their thoughts in the last several months. Worrying about her, dreading a phone call from the Police, fearing what she could do to herself in her state.

    Just being around each other, living in her home, looking after her daughter every second week, its all they could think about. Its only these moments alone where Trent Montgomery can just be Trent, can just try and be himself again, rather than constantly thinking about where his little sister has found herself now.

    As it turns out, on this day, at this exact moment…she’s right there with him. She hasn’t strayed too far from her lavish Estate in recent weeks. Being suspended meant she had no reason to travel anymore, but she couldn’t bring herself to come home, she couldn’t bring herself to face them.

    She knew she’d disappoint them, she just knew it. Especially now, especially now that the FWA had suspended her and left her life with no purpose. So she hadn’t been able to face them, but she’d seen them, watched them. She crumbled to the ground when she laid her eyes on sweet little Carmella, she didn’t deserve to go through this, she deserved a better Mother.

    But now, she has this need to approach her big brother. To see him, to talk to him. They were always so close, he was always there for her, and she for him. He was always her biggest supporter, bragging to everyone he knew that his sister was THE Gabrielle Montgomery.

    And this is how she repays him…

    While he’s just enjoying the peace and quiet, she sits at his table. As soon as his eyes meet hers, those bloodstained, red eyes of hers he leaps out of his seat and embraces her lovingly with a hug. He never wants to let her go, and for her part it’s the greatest hug of her life.

    “Gabs…Gabs! Its really you! Where have you been, where? How are you? God, Gabs! Are you okay?” He doesn’t know what to say, what to ask. He doesn’t know what he wants to know first, all that matters is she’s back.

    “Gabs, god. We all, we’ve all missed you…where, how…please tell me you’re okay? You’re okay, right! Let me call Mom and Dad, they’ll be so excited.”

    He holds her even tighter. Not wanting to let her go, as she silently weeps into his shoulder. Only after a while longer do they finally stop hugging, Trent with tears of joy in his eyes as Gabrielle’s tears of pain, sadness, loneliness, hurt, sorrow and despair trickle down her cheeks.

    As he wipes the tears away from her face with a napkin, she finally speaks up. “Trent…please don’t let them know. Don’t tell anyone I’m here, not yet. I just needed to see you, one of you and tell you I’ll be okay…and how sorry I am for all of this.” She pauses for a moment. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone else…but all I’ve felt is so much pain, so much hurt.”

    “You can come home with me, back to your home Gabs. We just want to be there for you, we’re all here for you. So many people are worried about you, we all just want to know that you’re okay, we all want to help.”

    “Help…I-I don’t need it. I’ve learned not to need anyone anymore, all I need is myself. I’m all I can count on…”

    Trent quickly chimes in “Gabs…” but is abruptly cut off.

    “Please just listen…I’m sorry for all of this. You…Mom…Dad…Melly, my sweet little Melly…none of you deserved this. You all deserved so much better. But I’ll be okay…I just needed to see you Trent and tell you I’ll be okay, I really will.” She stares at her Brother for a moment, but before she can continue he speaks up again.

    “Gabrielle, what are you saying? We can help you in any way, we just want to be there for you. You…you’re my hero Gabs. You’re my little sister, but you’re my Hero. Seeing everything you have done with your life has inspired me so much. I know I can do anything I set my mind too, because you did exactly that. That’s you Gabs…you’ve always confided in me, always about your lowest moments and your best moments. Please…you know I’m here for you…”

    Silence for a while as Gabrielle and Trent both just sit there.

    “I…I…I cant Trent. I wish I could…but I just cant. Please just know that I’m okay…” She climbs up to her feet, looking down at her brother silently pleading for him not to try and stop her leaving. “I really am now…there will come a time, you’ll know exactly when. Tell everyone I’m sorry for all of this.”

    “Gabs” Trent exclaims as he springs to his feet, but Gabrielle is out of there in a flash. And in the heat of the moment, a young woman fleeing the Café in tears while a man tries to follow her a couple of the other customers stop Trent in his tracks, fearing the worst. Fearing the absolute worst…

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    Re: Journal Of A Fallen Goddess; The Path To An End.

    CHAPTER 6: THE ONLY WAY OUT

    OOC: I thought I should put a disclaimer here, this chapter deals with the subject of suicide. Its not done to shock or offend, but rather as a natural progression of this story, and admittedly for personal reasons, beyond myself.















    It’s cold, almost painfully so. But she doesn’t care, it doesn’t matter. It wont matter at all soon, nothing will.

    The crisp night air is almost tearing at her skin, her exposed skin. Gabrielle has dressed up for this occasion, wanting to be something resembling ‘herself’ on this occasion. A short revealing dress and a pair of heels are all that adorns her body, her hair is done up. She almost looks like the Gabrielle of old, the Gabrielle we all remember.

    It’s beyond sad that it is only for ‘this’ that she could recapture some of that old spark.

    But here she is, alone on a bridge late at night, with the shimmering dark depths of the water far, far below her…it has come to this for Gabrielle. It’s the only solution she sees, the only way to make the pain stop. The only way she can stop being so alone, so heartbroken, and so empty.

    She pulls out her phone, watching her reflection in the screen, watching the tears run down her face. She’s recorded so many moment in her life, so much of Gabrielle is caught on film, perhaps its fitting that this will be as well.

    She takes one deep breath and then prepares to unload so much that has burdened her.

    “I…I’m sorry to everyone that will hurt from this, I truly, truly am. But at least your pain will be temporary, and you will move on. I know I cant, I know I wont. I don’t see a way that all this pain can end. I cant see any other way out, but this. It all feels so hopeless, and so permanent. I cant escape it.”

    “I want too, I’ve tried too…but nothing takes the pain and misery away. Nothing but this.”

    Silence for a while, she just stares at her own reflection.

    “…”

    “I don’t know what to say now. Will it hurt me more to say anymore? Will it hurt any of you to say anymore?”

    She sighs loudly as she wipes away a few of her tears. The occasional car passes her by, probably never expecting that this attractive woman in her short dress is on the verge of something so terrible.

    “I’m sorry Cyrus Truth if our competitive rivalry ever went too far. I’m sorry I made you only ever see the worst in me. Maybe you’ll think differently of me now, maybe you’ll see me differently. I’m not perfect, I tried to be, I wanted to be…but I still feel sorrow and loss, and anger. Everything I did wasn’t some game, or some show. Maybe you’ll see that now.”

    Silence again. She isn’t truly sorry for any hostilities between her and Cyrus. He always thought she was so wicked and evil. Never budging from that, even when her life crumbled.

    “I’m sorry Chris. I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better Wife for you. Maybe we were just too alike, too similar to ever make it work. I don’t blame you for keeping your distance from me. Things between us are always so special in great and terrible ways. Bell seems to make you very happy, and I’m happy for you.”

    He’s the great love of her life, but things were destined to never work out between them.

    “Alyster…did you know you may have been my purest friend? Someone who never leered at me, never made me feel like you were only hanging out with me to try and get with me. We could just sit and talk, we could drink together just as friends. I appreciate that so much. I’m just sorry I couldn’t be as a good of a friend to you in return.”

    He really was special to her. She pushed him away the hardest, not wanting to disappoint him after he’d been so good for her.

    “Kayden, I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you. You were almost like a reflection for me. I could see much of my own pain in you, but you wore it better. You were stronger than me. You’ll be better off without me.”

    She felt something special, something so unique with Kayden. It was a bond born in pain, a bond born in the way everyone looked at them.

    “Mum…Dad. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t hurt you both like this. You always loved me, supported me, made me believe in myself. I couldn’t have asked for a better childhood, a better family or more supportive Parents. I love you both so much, so much. I hope you can still be proud of me…”

    Her parents helped her chase every dream. Always instilling in her a belief that she could do anything she wanted in life. Without them, she’d be a nobody, she’d just be a pretty face.

    “Carmella…Melly. If you ever see this…I’m sorry, God I’m so sorry. I never, ever wanted to hurt you, please believe me. I never wanted to hurt you or disappoint you…but I always seemed to. I should have been a better Mother to you. But Bell and Chris will look after you and raise you into the incredible woman I know you can be…without me. Please forgive me Melly…”

    Tears are streaming down her face now. Her last words escaped her mouth as more of a croak. She’s hurting even worse, she feels even more broken than before. There’s only one escape from this…

    She steps out towards the edge of the bridge, and somehow feels at ease the closer she gets. Like all the pain is already being lifted away. As she reaches the ledge though, and as she feels this eerie sense of calm, she also feels something else….











    …A hand, two hands. One wrapped around her waist, the other her neck, yanking her back from the watery abyss far below. Some unseen person has dragged her away from her relief.

    She glances upwards and back and see’s nothing. Its like a shadow is dragging her away. No face, no features. Just black, somehow he’s all hidden away in the darkness. He’s saved her from ending it all, but for what purpose, and who is he?

    “Gabrielle…”

    And how does he know her name?

    “Gabrielle…don’t let all those people break you. You’re better than this, stronger than this.”

    His voice is haunting and deep, almost commanding.

    “Who are you?” She meekly demands.

    “Why Gabrielle my dear, I am everything you know. I am the reason you have come so far in life, I am you, I am who always believed in you. Without me you would have been nothing, and I wont let you throw everything away into the nothingness below. I can save you…if you just me…”

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    CHAPTER 10: SOMEONE TO LIVE FOR

    “Wake up…wake up my dear Gabrielle.” Is his softly spoken demand which rouses her from her deep slumber.

    His presence is a stark contrast to the Gabrielle we have come to know, but it’s still just another cheap Motel room she’s slept in. A far cry from the lavish penthouse suites that Gabrielle used to occupy when on the road. But that is perhaps Gabrielle summed up most simply; she is a far cry from who she used to be in every single way.

    If there was any divinity left in her at all, any of the Gabrielle that saw herself as a Goddess left at all, it has since been squashed by his presence. If feeling so low that she wanted to end her own life didn’t do it, then he surely has. This faceless, nameless shadow living inside her mind and bit by bit consuming her entire life is turning her into something else entirely.

    He’s barely left her side in the months since he took residence in her mind. She can always see him there, always feel him, sense him...it is almost, ALMOST comforting. He often just sits there silently watching her, just as he is right now. Watching her laying there in bed, alone.

    “You don’t have time to sleep the day away my dear…we have so much to do now…together. For together we can make the name Gabrielle mean something again, we can make you mean something again. You just have to embrace everything I say. This…this darkness within you it hides me from the World, and it hides you away as well. It is a different kind of darkness that we need…one that doesn’t make you disappear, but rather makes you stronger than ever before.”

    It almost feels like he demands obedience from her, like he wants her to give her life up to him. No version of Gabrielle would ever submit herself to any man so wholly. But this one, this shadow…this is her. This is no man demanding her subservience, this is Gabrielle fighting from within to be something great again. This is what has been lurking in her for long, perhaps forever. He claims he is what made her great, that when she ruled as a Goddess…in actuality she was a Demon in disguise.

    And her sins, they are legendary, so maybe she was a Demon this whole time. A succubus, a siren…the Devil drenched in caramel…with daggers in her stiletto’s.

    All she knows for certain, is this pain she has felt for so long, she can’t endure it forever. She just cant, she tried to bear it, then she tried to erase it all, and erase her future with it. Now this shadow wants her pain gone, this shadow wants a Gabrielle that doesn’t hide from the World and let herself be trampled, this shadow wants what is best for her.

    “It is time for you to rise up once more my dear. Time for you to be reborn anew, time for you to embrace what you truly are. I want you…no rather you Gabrielle, you want to save yourself. You want to punish everyone who doubted you. Punish everyone who disrespected you. Those people only love you when you make them love you…because they’re scared of you.”

    “Scared of this woman that they would surrender their souls too if given the chance. Scared of this woman that could take everything from them with a click of her fingers. That is who you are my dear. That is who I need you to become again, what I need you to embrace. Gabrielle does not cower, does not let pathetic little worms like Rupert Watkins devalue her, or peons like Cal Robinson take anything away from her. No, Gabrielle squashes people like that beneath her heels…her stiletto heels.”

    His words seem to suck the air out of the room and hang heavy on her. It’s all she can think about, all she can focus on, all she can imagine. Being something akin to what she once was, again. To be as strong as she once was, but different, stronger, better, wiser.

    She’ll never forget how quickly she was abandoned by so many. She’ll never forget how after so many years, so many sacrifices her Legacy meant nothing, her Legacy didn’t matter, didn’t even exist. She’ll never forget all of the hurt she’s felt this year. So she can never be the same, never be who she once was again.

    She knows to even try so would just mean she finds herself here again, in a couple of decades time. So finally she speaks up.

    “I want everything you can give me…please take all this pain away…please make me strong again.”

    It almost sounds he’s hissing at her words, disappointed at how much her voice quivered in her reply. She knows she has to do better, this entity, this shadow demands it. She demands it. The World doesn’t get to break Gabrielle and then just toss her aside.

    “I want to break everyone who pushed me further and further down this path. Everyone who piled on, everyone who mocked me, belittled me and acted like my career had no value, no worth.”

    It’s a satisfied grunt that emanates from the corner now, trickling out of his unseen mouth. “And what my dear did these fools do to you, what did they say? How did they hurt you, how did they hurt us? Let me hear you speak their vile acts.”

    “They…they refused to ever me as a person, who could feel sorrow. A person who could suffer and hurt. At my lowest points, when all I needed in the World was to feel like anything I had ever done mattered…I heard people claiming I was doing all of this for attention instead. That I would find myself so low, so broken, so hurt…on purpose just for attention. That’s what these people think of me.”

    “When I just wanted to feel like the World wasn’t out to get me, to feel like I wasn’t so powerless and that I had some value in this World…all I got instead was the painful truth that nobody cared about everything I had done. They used to placate me by telling me I was one of the greatest ever…but when it came time to value my worth, nobody cared. Nobody wanted me around, nobody respected everything I had done for fifteen years of my life…”

    “They all just cast me aside, pushed me away, piled on, made sure that I was more broken, in more pain, lonelier than I had ever been. And they all seemed to enjoy it. Why’d they enjoy it so much? Why’d everyone refuse to just give me the slightest sense of worth?”

    “I had to beg and plead my way onto Back In Business…”

    “I had to pass test after test just to have a match of any kind.”

    She falls silent now, talking about everything she’s endured, all the ways she’s been hurt, all the ways she’s felt disrespected is bringing so much pain back. And it’s just what it wants.

    “They don’t get to do that too Gabrielle do they my dear? They don’t get to hurt you like that and just escape unpunished. How dare they break you, how dare they betray you. You deserve so much better than this, this should have never been your fate. This should have never become your life, even for a mere moment.”

    “You can make everyone who had a hand in this regret it. You can make everyone who hurt you pay for it. You can unleash a great wrath upon them all.”

    “A wrath that they all fear is coming, trust me they do. Why else would that sniveling little worm Rupert Watkins come crawling to you? He knows his repentance is coming, he knows his punishment is coming. He knows he needs to make amends to Gabrielle.”

    For a moment, just a moment she can almost see a smile within the shadow, he’s enjoying this.

    “You will prove him wrong. You will make him and everyone else regret everything they have done, and every word they have uttered against you. The mask of the Goddess has been removed completely my dear. You’re my Demon Queen now, our Demon Queen. They’ll be too scared to call you that…but we will make them fear you for it, we will make them all dread your presence.”

    This shadow entity slithers out of the corner, approaching Gabrielle, coming to crouch before her as she lays in bed.

    “They all had the opportunity to worship you, to praise you, too love you. Its all they had to do and the Goddess called Gabrielle would have continued to exist in their World. Blessing their presence, warming their lives, warming their very souls.”

    “But not anymore…”

    “And what better time than now to stage your comeback? What better place could you hope for to be reborn and come back before the World? Mile…High. You are the Queen of Mile High…in so many ways.”

    He chuckles, almost mirthfully. Its macabre and awkward in the feeling of joy it seems to be having.

    “It is your greatest playground, who else can lay claim to being undefeated in the Mile High chamber? Who else can say they have won the World Championship, and defended the World Champion in Mile High matches? If you dare to doubt yourself at all, if you dare to still linger on any of the words said against you, or any of the actions taken against you. All you need is to remember the levels of greatness you have achieved in Mile High.”

    “They cant stop you from getting back there, no one can stop you. It doesn’t matter who they put in front of you Gabrielle. It doesn’t matter what they try you’ll be back there, on top of the World. Mile High will be yours, again.”

    This faceless, nameless visage for the darkness within Gabrielle, for the hate and pain that’s consumed her is on top of her, cradling her head with both of its hands. Every word it says emboldens her ever so slightly. She’s needed this so badly, someone, anyone to believe in her. To hear someone praise her, and tell her that she can be great again. All she’s heard in recent memory is reminders of the sins of her past, and cold statements about how meaningless everything she’s ever done is.

    “Tell me you’re the Queen of Mile High” It hisses into her face.

    “I’m…I’m the Queen of Mile High.” She meekly states.

    “Who…are…you?”

    “The Queen of Mile High, Gabrielle Montgomery. The Demon Queen.”

    That chuckle, that crude, haunting laugh stains the air once more.

    “This is where I turn everything around. I’ve been so lost, so alone, all I’ve felt so long is pain and sorrow. I…I…I wanted to die to escape it all. I wanted my life to end just so I couldn’t feel all of this hurt anymore. I was so broken, so empty, I had nothing and no one…but now I know I have the only person I could every truly rely on, the only person that ever really mattered. Myself.”

    “I know I’m better than this, I deserve so much better than this. Why’d I let so many people dictate how I feel?”

    “I cant do that anymore, I cant keep suffering like that. I want better, I need better, I deserve better than that. I’m better than this, what they’ve all tried to turn me into.”

    “None of them will outlast you my dear. This is yours for the taking. After months away in one simple moment, one night you can show them all that everything they tried to do to break you…wasn’t enough. Every single person that will stand in that ring with you will learn who you are, and why you should be revered as something greater than all of them.”

    A smile has crept upon her face, its so beautiful to see Gabrielle happy once again, to see her enjoying something once again. She’s wanted to smile for so long, she’s wanted to be happy again, and while she’s still a long way off from truly being happy. At least she can feel positive again. She doesn’t care what this match is, she doesn’t care if she has allies she has to team with, and potential allies she’ll compete with. None of it matters. All that matters is the stakes on offer. After all the heartbreak, she can get back to where she was before all of this happened.

    And she’ll be smarter to all of this. She knows people only care about what you’ve done lately. The past is forgotten so rapidly, and so conveniently. Her experience, her tenure, her Legacy was somehow seen as these bad things, holding back a new Era, a new wave.

    “Some of the greatest moments of my life have been crafted in that Mile High cage…I achieved so much more than I ever dreamed possible eleven years ago. I was dwarfed by the steel, dwarfed by my competition…yet I won the World Championship, my first ever World Championship. I can do that again, I want that again so much. The Queen of Mile High…that’s me. I have to get back there. I have to win this Cibernetico, I have too. I must!"

    "It's all I can do to prove all my doubters wrong, to prove myself wrong. I started to buy into all the doubts, all the disrespect. Nobody has any idea just how much that cut into me, just how much that hurt.”

    She stares up into the unseen face of her shadow passenger.

    “I have to get back to Mile High. I can become greater than I ever was before. I don’t care who I have to go through, I don’t care how badly any of them think they want this…no one needs it like I do.”

    She reaches her own hands out and cups the head of this darkness that has come to reside in her.

    “None of them are ready for me. I have so much anger to take out on all of them. So much time to make up for. I had to sit and watch Michelle, then Chris…and then Randy become World Champions without a thought or a care as to how much being denied that same gold had hurt me.”

    “Now they will all watch me hurt everyone I see, because its all I know now. Its all I FEEL…all I HAVE. Its this PAIN inflicted upon me. These betrayals, this torment.”

    But no more of that now…I’m climbing out of the hole you all tried to bury me in, and I’m going to climb higher than any of you possibly can…”

    And just like that she’s embraced this shadow, she’s embraced his words and the confidence that has come with them. She’s probably more broken than she ever has been…broken so badly, hurt so much that the pain has gone numb. Gabrielle can never be the same, never be who and what she once was. But perhaps she can now be greater…
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