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| Liquid Confidence; The Definitive Edition | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 17 2017, 10:29 AM (57 Views) | |
| Kenzie Rydell | Feb 17 2017, 10:29 AM Post #1 |
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![]() __________ "Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time." -- Thomas A. Edison __________ DATE: 01/24/17 LOCATION: Kenzie's Residence @ San Jose, California CAMERA STATUS: ON / OFF With glossy eyes and the faint smell of expensive bourbon coating her breath, Kenzie lazily shut the door behind her. While the remnants of the alcohol swam joyfully inside her warm veins, she stood a little taller and smiled just a little bit brighter. Stammering towards her couch covered in decorative pillows embroidered in cheesy confidence-lifting phrases, she noticed her legs felt like noodles. Although an audience wasn't anxiously awaiting what she would do next from outside the window, she chuckled in a genuine way and momentarily gained some of that grace she lost while on a binge at the local bar down the street. With a skip in her step, she jumped into the air like a child and made an almost elegant 180-degree turn, landing lopsided on the couch with a scatterbrained laugh. Slouching back, she admired the ceiling with blissful thoughts dancing in her head. Just as she began to close her eyes gently, ready to drift into her own personal paradise, something caught her attention. Her cell phone screeched with a loud, obnoxious ring. With an agitated groan, Kenzie climbed back to her feet and made her way towards her inexpensive purse marred by overuse. Light brown in color and etched in small scuffs, it's clearly seen better days but it still did what it needed to do. Fishing her arm into the clutches of her clutch, she proudly pulled her phone out and slid her fingertip across the screen, expanding the small green circle. Once she put the device up to her ear and heard who was on the other end, however, her upbeat mood suddenly hit a downbeat. "How's it going, Kenz?" It was a familiar colloquialism she used to hear all the time. It was innocent enough on the surface, a soft proclamation that the keeper of the voice cared about her wellbeing, but considering recent events? Kenzie had every right to be wary. "What do you want, Spencer?" Her voice was dry and unwelcoming, those hazel hues directed straight for those sneakers that squeaked against the hardwood floor every time she walked in this apartment. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought she had called a basketball court in San Jose her new home. "Can't a guy just call his friend at 2:30 AM out of the kindness of his heart?" If Spencer Walsh were in the room, he would have received daggers that almost literally shot from Kenzie's eyes just then. He would have writhed in pain as his blood soaked into that hardwood floor, desperate for the sweet release of death as one word hung from his lips: 'Why?' Of course, he was only trying to lighten the mood. It clearly wasn't working. "I hope I didn't wake you up," the son of a businessman mused with as much concern as he could muster at such an ungodly hour. It sounded fabricated and rehearsed like he practiced saying the words a thousand times in his head before he finally managed to pick up the phone and select Kenzie's number from his contact list. She had no way of knowing whether or not that was true but considering everything she knew about the man who ran a small untelevised wrestling federation deep in the heart of Seattle, she wouldn't doubt it. "I was already awake," Kenzie continued in that annoyed, blunt tone of hers. Part of her wanted to hang up on him right now and curl up in bed. The other part of her wanted to see what he would have to say for himself. "Good," Spencer answered in a straight forward tone, surely smiling to himself as he made his response. It was almost like he was ignoring the way she answered him. "Listen. I hope you're enjoying San Jose. I know it's been a while since we talked, but--" "Cut the crap," she stopped him without any mercy. "You act like nothing's wrong. You act like everything's just peachy-keen between us, like the last conversation we had a few months back never even happened. Well, he's a little history lesson for you, Spence: You decided out of the blue that it would be a fantastic idea to take a job in Seattle and sell our apartment to the highest bidder without even letting me know about it first. And what happened when I wanted to go somewhere else besides your swanky new Seattle crib? You let me go. You didn't stop me. You didn't even try to calm me down, you just up and suggested a place right away instead like you were trying to get rid of me. Now all of a sudden you're calling at 2:30 in the morning like I'm supposed to pretend everything's back to normal? What game are you even trying to play?" You could cut the tension with a sharpened machete. "No game," Spencer answered after some hesitation. "I'm just not going to let some business decision--" "Business decision?! You practically evicted me from my own apartment, and that was just some 'business decision?'" The alcohol continued to flow throughout her body, swirling and swishing in her bloodstream. With her inhibitions lowered significantly, her true colors raised to the surface like the creme of the crop. No longer did she wear a sense of naivety like a badge of honor and no longer did she stay subservient by forgiving him outright just to end the discussion. With the taste of alcohol still on her tongue, she felt her body tense the more her 'friend' spoke. "Kenzie, what;s gotten into you?" Spencer's words were losing some of that signature confidence he was famous for wielded like a lightsaber. "Have you been drinking again?" Just then, Kenzie felt small. With a loud huff, she sauntered back to the couch and sat down with a tightened fist on her lap. Her stomach ached, her brain wouldn't stop its voyage down the rabbit hole, and her heart pounded at a steady rhythm. Hazel hues wandered the room aimlessly like she was trying to search the scenery for an answer. The small bookshelf wouldn't tell her. The modest HD television connected to a Xbox One wouldn't give her the information she needed either. No matter what piece of furniture she cast her gaze towards, no matter what appliance captured her attention, she still had no luck. That's how it was going to be for a long time now. "What do you care?" she snapped back, less conviction in her tone. She wanted to hate Spencer so bad, but she couldn't do that. Not after everything they've been through. "Just because I made a couple of bad decisions doesn't mean I'm not allowed to care about you, Kenz. You're like my little sister. It's been like that ever since high school. You know that." "But I'm not your little sister," the twenty-one-year-old corrected. "I'm my own person, and I can survive without you. That's how it's been ever since you dropped me off back in September and by the looks of things, that's how it's gonna stay." "That's just it, Kenzie. You didn't think I chose San Jose for no reason, did you?" Her mouth went slack. He was bluffing, wasn't he? "I never heard my dad talking about a client who just moved out. That's ridiculous. No. You wanted a place to finally be on your own? I gave you one. San Jose: Miles away from where you first went professional back in EXODUS. The city where you realized that you weren't fit to be a champion just yet when you lost to Shelley Silver in that triple threat match. Bright skies, good food, nice apartments and plenty of time to pick up the pieces. If there was ever a single place where you could find your fresh start, you better believe San Jose's that place." Kenzie wanted to speak up but she just couldn't find the words. "That's why I called. I wanted to make it up to you," Spencer continued, gaining back that confidence he's been known to have. "But first you're going to have to tell me why you've been drinking so much tonight." Again, she felt herself grow that much more self-conscious. Was she slurring her words? Did the way she was acting set him off? Or maybe the amount of time they've spent together just naturally gave him a sixth sense ability to tell when something was wrong? It was more than likely the latter. "I take it you didn't watch the match I had with Liam Callaghan?" "Oh, I've seen it," Spencer spoke slowly with a deep tone. "Then you know I made a fool out of myself." Spencer audibly sighed on the other end of the call. "You're too hard on yourself, Kenzie. That was one hell of a match against a strong competitor out there, but you just didn't come out on top. Nothing wrong with that, right?" "You don't get it, do you? I had ring rust. He won fair and square, don't get me wrong, but with everyone's eyes on me making my big return to wrestling on that night of all nights? It was horrible. I showed each and every person watching that I lost a step and that I'd never be able to compete with the best of the best in the #FSociety roster like I claimed I would. And that's just..." She couldn't even finish her thought, her voice trailing off to obscurity. "Disappointing," Spencer finished her sentence without any hesitation, understanding her regrets. "I know you're hard on yourself. Believe me, I know what that's like. But you know drinking isn't the solution, right?" "I know, I know. It's just a 'momentary fix,'" she mocked the words Spencer was inclined to tell her every time they had this conversation, slouching against the armrest with her palm grasping the material with all her might. "I haven't drunk for a while. It's just that tonight, the thoughts got really bad, that's all. I mean, sure, I beat Shelley Silver, but where the fuck am I even going? I got a tag team number one contenders match coming up, but do I even deserve it? I could barely even beat a rookie, and #FSociety thinks it's time to give me a title shot? It doesn't make sense." "I'm starting to think that's a big part of the reason why you lost against Liam: Confidence." Kenzie listened carefully as Spencer continued. "You listen to everybody else's insults and you take it all to heart. You let those doubts take over your mind and the second you're out there in front of that crowd, it hurts you. That's how you lose a match before it even begins." "Yeah. You're probably right," she mumbled, looking back at her lap with half-lidded eyes. "It's just... You told me I wasn't living up to my potential. Ally said I'm a 'mentally unstable drunk' who doesn't even deserve to have a match with her. Liam, Paz, Julian..." "So you drink to forget the things they've said." "No," she sharply proclaimed with the wave of her hand. "Drinking helps me feel like I can take on every single obstacle that comes my way without a scratch. I'd never drink before a match, but--" "Except you did. NGW City Of Sin," Spencer flatly interrupted, playing devil's advocate. "That... That was the exception," she answered softly with deep regret. "I wanted to feel like I could do anything that day. I wanted the extra confidence boost. With a Tag Team Championship match with Avery Miles III and a Fives Lakes Championship match against Ashleigh Jericho to gain back my prize all in one night... It was one of the biggest nights of my career and the last thing I wanted to do was let doubt cost me." "And now you know that too much of a good thing is a bad idea, yes?" Her excitement suddenly dropping tremendously as she realized what happened instead. Her head whipped backward, slamming against the back of the couch cushion while her stomach still ached. "It was stupid. Beyond stupid," she mumbled, kicking her feet up on the coffee table. "I've learned from it. I like to think I've grown since that night. I'll... I'll never drink that much again," she replied slowly, regret-soaked into every single word. "No more drinking, Kenz," Spencer chimed in. "It's not that easy... It's like I'm addicted to the way it makes me feel. The buzz. It makes me feel like I'm on top of the whole goddamn world... If you understood a fraction of what I felt every day, constantly in question about whether or not I deserve to even be where I am today, then maybe you'd understand." With a heavy sigh, Spencer took a moment to weigh the options. "You're pathetic, you know that?" he growled. "Billions of people sit in their bedrooms and wonder what it would be like to achieve their dreams, Kenzie. Billions. You know how many take the Necessary steps to actually achieve that dream? You know how many assholes in the world who can't accomplish jack shit just take their time to criticize everyone else until they're relevant? So many people want to be where you are right now, Kenzie. So many people want to accomplish their dreams and only a handful of people actually step up and make it happen." "Boohoo, you lost a couple matches in the past," Spencer continued. "Thing is, that shit doesn't matter. You've earned a championship within the first five months of your professional wrestling career and that's a rare feat! You've had a world championship match, you've beaten legends, veterans, and assholes claimed up and down they could mop the floor with you, and you're still acting like you've worthless? That's fucking bullshit and you know it! You have every single reason to feel confident in everything you do, but you're too much of a fucking coward to accept that. You'd rather convince yourself it's the whiskey. You'd rather convince yourself that you're nothing without alcohol in your system, but you know what? You're pretty damn exceptional sober too, and the sooner you realize that the sooner you'll be one step closer to bringing championship gold back to San Jose, You have all the tools, you just--" "No more lectures!" Kenzie yelled at her phone. "I get it, okay? I have all the tools to be a great fighter, sure, but I can't do it alone! You're in Washington. You ditched me. You don't give a shit what happens to me, and you're just lying to yourself if you're about to tell me otherwise. So save your words and use 'em on someone on your roster who needs to hear it more than I do." Kenzie almost hung up just then. "I do give a shit," Spencer added softly. "Listen... I know things have been tough, alright? Let me make it up to you." "How?" "I took the liberty to schedule a meeting for you. Report to 1893 Monterey Road on Wednesday morning. 12 o'clock, okay?" "Give me one good reason to--" "I'll be there." Kenzie was stunned he said those words. She wanted desperately to put all this animosity aside and spend time with her best friend again. "We'll meet with a couple friends of ours who want to help you find your true potential. They'll teach you things you can't learn alone, and they'll make sure you can capitalize on every opportunity." "So what you're saying is--" "What I'm saying is... We're bringing back the dream team." __________ |
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