Post by Taryn | Re 〰 Branded on Jul 5, 2016 3:25:50 GMT -5
[Off Camera]
[1:29 AM on July 4th, 2016]
[Downtown Brooklyn, NY]
Why am I here again? I keep asking myself that question every time I come back to the home that caused me so much pain. I can almost feel the horror by just walking down the street. No, I thought to myself. I can’t keep getting scared every single time I come back home. I was standing right in front of my old apartment building; the feeling was strange and uncomfortable. Ever since I defeated Julliet Brooks in the triple cage match before becoming a free agent. I felt what was really next for me? I mean what is my true purpose not only in life but for my wrestling career as well? As I continued to look at my old place that question continued to appear in my head over and over again. Like a dream that can’t just die. How am I supposed to move on with my career? Tons of companies were dying to sign me but my heart just couldn’t handle the pressure of choosing. Then NGW came into the picture. At first I was worried on how I could handle the dramatic move. I thought of that as I walked away from my house.
So many fantastic wrestlers can easily dispose of me without lifting a finger. Take my closest friends for example, Ashleigh Jericho. She was one of my first friends coming into the wrestling scene. She was there for some of my hard times but eventually schedules conflicted and we’ve barley speak. Her husband Gavin is such a goof ball. Even though sometimes he and I don’t get along when things get troublesome, he would always be a good friend. Thing is, what does friends do for you in this business? Nothing! They don’t help you win matches or help you succeed in any form in your career. When I wasn’t at their levels, they both abandoned me. Oh they will talk to me here and there but overall I’m just a very tiny blimp on their radar. I can be CEO of 4 fucking companies and win big matches but everyone knows, Taryn Willow is no Ashleigh Jericho and she’s certainly no . As I continued to walk down the dark streets of Brooklyn with my hood still over my head I stopped and wondered, is it true? Do they really think so little of me or is it everyone in general?
I have gone through hell and back to make it to NGW and with the heavily stacked talent they have, how can I muster up a single victory? These are some of the best talent in the world and I’m some girl who no one ever takes seriously. Am I really a joke? Am I really a useless, talentless wrestler? Just more and more questions I have to answer because this may be my last run in wrestling as a whole. It feels like my love for this profession is slowly dying along with my confidence. I continue to think as I finally found a Cumberland farms as I entered. I must be silly to think of such questions like that. If I didn’t have talent, I wouldn’t have been on NGW’s radar in the first place. They have wanted to sign me for a while now and now that I’m signed I’m just now going to doubt myself? People are right, I do have problems. I quickly ask for two packs of cigarettes as with my drug and alcohol issue, smoking has become my new habit. The man gave it to me as I paid him. I kept my head down as he handed me my receipt, I motioned towards the door as a man was standing right outside. Honestly at this point, anything and everything bad happens to me so. I walked right outside passed the man as I opened up one of my containers, pulled a cigarette out and lit it. As I walked smoking it, the man continued to follow me. I was thinking if I rather approach the man head on or just ignore him all together. At this point, nothing I do was going to make a difference so I turned around and said.
Taryn Willow:
“Why are you following me? You must have a purpose to want to follow me around, come on spill it already?"
The man stared at me for it felt almost an eternity before he finally said. “I have every right too.” I shook my head puzzled like never before.
Taryn Willow:
"Listen mother fucker, I don’t care what rights you have. I will not let you go into full on creep mod and follow me all over Brooklyn. You need to either back the fuck off or I’ll have to show you the hard way. What is it going to be pal?"
A smirk appeared on his face as an evil laugh escaped his mouth. He laughed for a good 3 minutes before leaning back against the wall.
Mystery Man:
“You need to learn your fucking place if you ever want to know what happened to your Eggs?”
My eyes bulge wide open as I dropped my cigarette on the ground as I rushed towards the man and kept him against the wall.
Taryn Willow:
"You fucking sicko! Explain yourself right fucking now. What do you fucking mean by this?"
Mystery Man:
“I have heard so many stories from your half-sister on how you can’t have kids and the reason being that is, you don’t have eggs within you. One night in your little foster care center, I and my team decided to make an example out of you and you can thank your father for that. Telling us how much it was a mistake having you and stuff. That is why you can’t have children and always depressed, you were missing something but until we meet again. Think about what I just said. Good Bye Taryn."
[Scene Ends]
[On Camera]
[2:30 AM on July 4th, 2016]
[Brooklyn, NY]
As the man walked away, I was beyond furious. I quickly ran to the nearest hotel room I could afford as I ran inside. I knew right there and then I need to let out some steam and what better what then to air my promo life on the NGW website. I fixed my hair and got the camera ready as I began speaking.
Taryn Willow:
“Alright I have about had it with people saying that I can’t hang or I can’t do anything for that matter. I didn’t sign with NGW to be a stepping stone for basically another company. No fucking way is that happening again, I won’t allow it. I have signed my contract and I’m ready to compete in this battle royal against Mic Strong, Damien Drake, Heath Sommersby and more people I guess if they choose to compete with us. This match is very important to me on many levels because if I can’t be successful in any form in this company then I’ll say this now. If I don’t have any form of success in NGW then after my contract expires I will retire from active wrestling.”
Taryn Willow:
“You see NGW is my last chance, my last chance to truly do something special in professional wrestling. The frustration for many months upon months is taking its toll on me and who knows how much I can go on for before just saying fuck it all. Come NGW Vendetta, I will walk into that battle royal with a purpose. The people in this match have no idea what they are getting themselves into; we have one guy who couldn’t win in a little federation in some two briefcase ladder match. He thinks he can just jump ships like Durant in the NBA and think shit will be different? Fuck that! Yes I’m talking about you, Heath Sommersby. You think from jumping from IPW to NGW is going to change anything, don’t you realize NGW is a massive juggernaut compared to IPW? Don’t you see the massive tip of the scale in talent between IPW and NGW?
Reason why I didn’t join the smaller company is because I know my talents limits. I know that I can handle the tougher competition in NGW more than anyone in the Free Agent market. Between you and me Heath, you have no chance. Just take your bags and crawl back to IPW where you belong. At least you’ll face talent that’s more suitable to your talent level. Your nothing compared to me and if you think you can win well for you. I’ll give you a cookie, smack a gold star on your forehead and wish you luck because this match is mine to win. With me winning this match, it will prove that I can easily get on the main card instead of wasting my time on a pathetic dark match.”
[Laughs]
Taryn Willow:
“The dark matches are for people like you, just aren’t good enough to be on the main show like everyone else. I can’t wait to win this match and be done with these useless matches. I came to NGW to be the best, not be their fiddle stick to just be placed in matches that don’t matter to me. You guys are beneath me plain and simple. Mic Strong please tell me just who the fuck are you? Does anyone know who you are or care who you are? It’s honestly pathetic that I’m surrounded by talentless jokes. Honestly I shouldn’t have to waste my time talking to some pathetic wrestler like you; I will not waste any more time on the likes of you so moving on.
Damien Drake aren’t you related to Dylan Drake or something? I wouldn’t know, he has more talent then you ever will but what do I know right? I’m stuck in a match with people who aren’t in my league so you all will deal with my shit attitude. I have heard some things about you but I will wait until the ring to see what you’re truly made of or just wait until your pussy ass comes out of hiding. You come out of hiding to finally air your promo like a good little boy you are. You’re just like Heath and Strong, complete jokes and nothing but jokes. This won’t be a hard battle royal at all to be completely honest. Maybe I won’t even break a sweat, that’s how confident I am in my abilities against you three stooges. Now that I’m done with that shred of business, it’s time to address one more thing.”
[Taryn brushes her hair aside and continues]
Taryn Willow:
“To whoever is foolish enough to join NGW and participate in this battle royal just know this. There is only one clear cut winner and you’re looking at her. I am already wasting my time wrestling scrubs that aren’t in my level. I didn’t come to NGW to face scrubs, if anyone joins just know that I want real fucking competition. I don’t want petty dark matches that aren’t even going to be aired on television. Basically NGW is telling me, oh we think your talented Taryn just not talented enough to be on our main show so here you go. A nice little Dark match for your troubles Taryn. Fuck that. I’ll see you all soon."
[Scene ends]