Post by Charlie Jones on Feb 2, 2018 6:05:09 GMT -5
It had been over ten years since Dylan passed away. He was too young to even know what living life was. All the Jones kids were too young to feel this sting. Alex was 22 years old, the eldest yet even he wasn’t prepared for the crushing blow of watching his and Charlie’s younger brother taking his last breath. In that decade of awkward interactions Charlie had hated Alex. He blamed himself but even that pain didn’t compare to falling out with his baby sister and knowing that she, along with their mother blamed Alex for Dylans problems.
But the years had passed fast, Charlie looked in the mirror now and in the place of the tall, lanky teenager that was uncomfortable in her own skin stood a confident woman. Someone who had done everything her own way and never gave in to the traps others had got themselves in. While she had distanced herself from the family she and Alex slowly over years talked and grew closer. The entire time Charlie was never able to forgive her older brother. She was never able to look him in the eye and say the words she knew Alex needed to hear. Why should he get the closure he needed?. The words rang through her mind over and over again.
Why should his pain be stopped?. But the time had come and gone for such bitterness and pain. Alex was a father again, a little baby boy he had named Dylan after their brother was there waiting for a family to love him, he had a beautiful mother who welcomed Charlie into their family unlike Alex’s first wife. And their mutual friend, a small but fierce professional wrestler who had become Charlie’s dearest friend and like the sister she never had. The woman many affectionately knew as Pixie. Because of her words and her influence Charlie had come to terms with her past.
She had even given her brother what he needed to move on, the forgiveness and the realisation that he was not to blame for their younger brothers death. The relationship had been repaired and she was now a part of his life, as well as baby Dylans. But something was missing. Charlie had always walked to the beat of her own drum. Alex had his career, Charlie had many. “So, it is true..” Alex’s voice rang out through the large indoor pool as Charlie stepped up and out, her hands grasping for a large black towel before wrapping it over her shoulders.
“I don’t know, depends what you think is true.” She smirked and walked past her older brother, their heights basically the same, Charlie’s muscular upper body impressive as Alex laughed to himself, his long black hair tied up in a bun as he turned on his heels, his large arms folded over his chest. “I heard a rumor, Charlie Jones returning to the world of professional wrestling.” Alex turned his phone showing the article on Sportskeeda, Charlie scoffed and dried her hair, for a moment she thought about diverting the conversation, but the truth was out there, the cat out of the bag. And she had always been a horrible liar. Never able to really keep her body from betraying her.
She wrapped the towel around her lower half and threw on a ratty old Imperial Wrestling Federation shirt, the last place she wrestled. She sat down on one of the seats as Alex impatiently waited for an answer. “Yeah, it’s true.” Alex raised his eyebrows as Charlie waited for the lecture. She knew what it would be about. Kaden Kessler. Alex hated him, the two men having an interesting rivalry that only came to blows in a match once. Also with his reputation she knew Alex would be concerned with her personal life. “For Premier huh?. Well, atleast you’ll get to team with Pix” He let out a small laugh, the sound taking Charlie by surprise as Alex slid his phone back into the front pocket of his jeans, he moved around and looked outside for a moment as Charlie finished putting her pants on and removing the towel and standing in her boots.
She stayed quiet hoping the conversation would be over there, still sensing some kind of older brother advice that would lead to the embarrassing question of if she was seeing anyone. The same question she often got from Pixie when she would return from training seminars out of state. “It’s good to see you getting back in the ring. I always thought wrestling was what you were best at. Sure the MMA was great and the personal training. But you looked happy in the ring...just like me...just like Dylan.” Alex’s voice trailed off. Despite the close relationship they now had neither of them liked to bring up their younger brother or how he died. Charlie’s heart sank, but her hand slowly reached out settling on Alex’s shoulder.
“It’s good to be back, and I think this time I can make it where I failed before.” Charlie smiled wide, the realisation and confidence flowing through her as she moved around to her brothers side. “I have you this time, and Pixie. And I couldn’t ask for a better family to have my back…”
Charlie sits indian style in the middle of a flat blue mat. Her hands on her knees as she stays sitting straight, her eyes closed as she takes in deep measured breaths.
“Well not really. See as painful as it is to admit when it comes to me and the sibling rivalry thing my return to wrestling is in no way that exciting. See I have a problem where everyone around me is more successful. My brother is a multi-time world champion and as of filming this promo is the current Honor wrestling world champion. He’s a man who has beaten the owner of Premier Kaden Kessler. He’s someone who casts a long shadow over those around him, let alone me, his baby sister who has been in and out of the wrestling world.”
“But it doesn’t begin and end with Alex, there’s also my best friends on this planet. Pixie and her husband Nick Sanderson. They are two of the most prolific and talented pro wrestlers in the world today, with Pixie in a match for the Premier Diamonds championship at the same show I get to make my debut. Nick is a former world champion and a guy so many places proposition and want on their roster. But me?...I’m just little ol Charlie Jones..”
“I work as a personal trainer, I tried my hand at MMA, I wrestled for a few companies and had some success but unlike my older brother I never just focused on one thing and that was my problem. See I never understood the reluctance of people in professional wrestling to admit their shortcomings. There is so much chest beating arrogance and an unwillingness to see real personal growth.”
“But not me, see I know I have focus issues, I know that I haven’t been as dedicated as I should have been to all of this. But I can admit it, I can see it and I can change it. I want to be in this world, I want to get in that ring and show what I can do and what I can bring to the table. See I’m not the “traditional” beauty or woman in this business. I’m not the usual leggy blonde who likes to show her ass or the “alternative” model type who spends more time posing for pictures on their instagram than getting in the gym…”
Charlie scoffs and folds her arms over her chest before moving her head to throw her long brown hair over her shoulder.
“I’m six foot tall, I can bench press more than most men on this roster and I will not be pushed aside because I’m not the archetypical female. And see that’s where you come in Mr Paige. I’d hate to be “that girl” but I have no idea who you are. You’re not well known in the wrestling world. Even for someone as out of it as me I find it strange. I did a little digging but in the end all I had to go on is what you submitted to Premier and the little promo you did for the Hardcore Invitational. And see all that told me is that you’re a little on the arrogant side…”
“See just on the outside looking in it seems a little strange that in your first outing since signing your Premier contract you’d take an extra match. I mean it’s admirable and I suppose it’s a way to make an impact but here you are putting yourself in a match that by definition can be a career threatening fight all while being booked against me...it shows not only an arrogance but also your clear intention of underestimating me.”
“Hell you even said it in your little promo for the Hardcore Invitational…”I will go on to defeat Charlie Jones”. Really?. So you expect to step foot in a hardcore match, win that championship then in the same night go in the ring against me, where I will be fresh as a daisy and ready to go and simply..beat me?. Amazing, truly amazing. But then again maybe I am being to hard on you Mr Paige, I mean a smartly dressed and dapper man such as yourself is probably a real gentleman of the sport and you know your own advantages and limitations…”
“But do you know mine?. I mean I just told you my limitations being I was unfocused on pro wrestling. Something I plan on rectifying in Premier. See I am a six foot tall wrecking machine. I’m not a silly little girl looking to play wrestler like Eavan Maloney. I’m like the Pixie’s of the world. I just want to get in the ring and dump you on your head over and over again until you just don’t get up anymore…”
“See February 6th is going to be my big party. A chance for me to remind the world there is more to the Jones name than simply my older brother. It’s a chance for me to break out of that shadow, to destroy the mold and show the world that Charlie Jones is to be respected and look up on as a great wrestler.”
Charlie sighs and stretched before continuing.
“The manhattan center has a great past when it comes to wrestling, it’s hallowed ground and it’s where I will make my statement to premier and to you Justin….I’ll see you on February 6th...and I hope to god you don’t underestimate me….”